Girl with a limitless imagination and an incredible obsession for Alexander Skarsgård (other actors and fandoms too). Stuffs and writings (+18 and NSFW) ✍ Requests are temporarily CLOSED. Stay tune!
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Requests are CLOSED !
So feel free to send me your ideas and dreams on my requests box and I'll be very pleased to write it for you ! 🧡
My rules :
I only write about my crushes (see list below).
I only do heterosexual stories (only because I am hetero and it’s easier for my writing and my inspiration).
I do write smuts but no BDSM, fetish or other kind of these things. I could eventually accept to write threesomes.
I reserve the right to refuse if the idea or the subject does not appeal to me.
Don’t expect to have your request done quickly. Here’s why : I’m a super slow writer, I’m a perfectionist, I like to do things properly and sadly I can’t spend all day long on Tumblr...I write when I get the inspiration and the time.
I always want my readers to be happy and satisfied with their requests. I also accept any criticism or remark that would make me improve my writing🧡
Would you prefer to read a story with...
The one and only Swedish god Alexander Skarsgård
The classy but sexy Christian Bale
The sweet and cutie Nick Carter (BSB)
The wild and dangerous Jax Teller (SOA)
The magnificent and adventurer Harrison Ford
The mysterious and engaged Leonardo DiCaprio
Or maybe you just want to take a look at...
My future personal writings
The requests I’m writing on
Tag lists are posted in each masterlist.
If you want to join, feel free to ask and it will be my pleasure to add you in the team ❤️
Here’s a little piece I wrote for my friend @differentcatcat ❤️ She wrote me a great piece couple of weeks ago and I wanted to create something special for her. I hope you’ll like it honey, enjoy ! ❤️
Summary : Just look at his glance...
Warnings: smutty moment but with romance ; unprotected sex ; written in the first person
Academy Awards Ceremony, Los Angeles
It all started with a look.
A subtle look, discreet but which said a lot about what he was thinking at the moment of looking. I'm not the jealous type, but when my boyfriend looks at someone else with that kind of look, it can't help but confuse me or make me feel bad.
And who was he looking at? Another woman, an actress whose name I didn't know but who obviously had a perfect profile from the look Alex had when he laid his eyes on her. He acted as if nothing had happened and did not see that I had seen. Of course he had the right to look, after all, that's what eyes were made for, right? But why look with that very look?
During the ceremony, once we were seated around the table that was reserved for us, he noticed that I had changed my attitude. I was a little more distant and less tactile, which was not normal. But Alex pretended that nothing was wrong and thought that maybe I was a little tired or bored with this kind of event. Whatever.
Even though I was trying to tell myself that this look didn't mean anything, I couldn't help but scan the room for this woman, to see where she was sitting. I wanted to see if he was still looking in her direction. Not that he would be willing to do more than look, but I couldn't help but think back to that look, a look that he would normally give me.
On the way back to the hotel, we talked about things but I didn't address what was on my mind. On the contrary, I saved that for later. Rather than bring it up and argue with him, I had a better idea. And I was going to put my plan into action tonight.
Once in the room, Alex takes off his blazer, seats down on one of the small couches that sat in the center of the suite we had and takes off his shoes with a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad it's done" he says as he slumped against the backrest, his gaze staring up at the ceiling. I returned from the bathroom where I had been able to prepare the rest of my plan. Alex had been so absorbed in something else that he hadn't even noticed I'd slipped out and been in there for a good five minutes.
He hears my muffled heels on the carpet and looks up to finally meet my eyes. I see his eyes wake up. He raises his head and blinks several times, as if he wanted to make sure it was not a dream.
"Jesus Darlin’...wow...you are...".
"I am?", I don't give him time to finish his sentence. I position myself in front of him, standing, while he remains seated on the couch. I see his gaze, I feel his eyes on me and I like it. I see his eyes admiring the smallest details of the lingerie set that I wear for him.
"Tell me Alex, what do you see?", my hand gently caresses his hair, his face until it reaches under his chin to raise it and force him to meet my gaze.
"I see a beautiful woman. A wonderful woman that I love very much", his voice is suave and his tone sincere. It comforts me and gives me confidence. No matter how much he may look at other women, his soul and body belong to me.
Still without taking his eyes off me, Alex stands up and now looks at me from his full height. Even with my high heels, I reach his shoulder. In silence, without breaking this contact, Alex advances making me move back until in the room. Once against the mattress, I turn around and with my hands, I push on Alex's chest to make him sit down.
Still without a word, I sit astride him, my legs on either side of his. I feel his hands on my lower back and go up to my shoulders.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Susanne..."
"Then prove it to me," I reply in a breath before leaning in to kiss him tenderly. Alex responds to the kiss by deepening it, his tongue meeting mine for a wild dance. His hands cling to the back of my neck pushing my face towards him. I take advantage of my position to move my pelvis and feel his desire for me. I feel a ball against my thigh and I already know how much he wants me.
At the touch, Alex moans against my mouth and I feel one of his hands move down to my buttocks to grab my right buttock. I moan in my turn and free myself from his embrace to undo one by one the buttons of his shirt. Our eyes meet again and I do not leave his glance before having got rid of his shirt to caress with my two hands his chest.
Not being able to any more, Alex grabs me firmly the thighs to make me rock and find me lying on the bed. Impatient, the black look, burning of desire, he gets up the time to remove his pants and his boxer, thus releasing his member tended under the desire.
Standing in front of the bed, Alex looks at me, one hand on his outstretched cock. My hands caress every part of my body to further fan this burning fire. Alex approaches, like a predator towards a prey, and advances on his knees until he reaches my height. His gaze pierces mine once more before kissing me lovingly. His hand takes the opportunity to go down to my intimacy and when he reaches this zone, I feel a moan of contentment against my lips.
Satisfied with what he has just discovered, Alex detaches his lips from mine and goes down slightly so that his member is at the right height. A shiver runs through me as I feel his glans titillate my entrance. Alex positions himself correctly and with his two hands, spreads my thighs to facilitate his access. With one hand, he grabs his member and lines himself up, using my wetness.
"Go ahead my love," I whisper as I watch him do it. Gently and slowly, Alex penetrates me, giving me time to adjust. When he senses I'm ready enough, he places both hands on either side of my head and rocks forward to press his body against mine. The first movements are slow and sensual and they make us moan with pleasure. My head tilts backwards under the pleasure.
"Look at me sweetheart," Alex calls me to order and I smile. Caught at my own game. Without taking my eyes off him, I surrender to the pleasure he gives me. His strokes are still slow but he gradually picks up the pace, sensing that the angle is perfect. But still unsatisfied, Alex stops for a few seconds the time to slightly raise my pelvis to have a much better angle. That tears off me a cry of surprise. Alex bends over, giving me the opportunity to cling to his back, leaving marks on his skin.
"Make love to me Alex...show me how much you love me," I whisper in the hollow of his ear. Alex lifts up slightly and pulls her eyes back into mine. And for several minutes, he makes love to me tenderly, trying to give me as much pleasure as possible. His right hand rests on my hip, helping him to accompany his back and forth movement which intensifies more and more.
"Alex...", I moan, suddenly feeling that if he keeps up this pace, I might cum in no time. Alex picks up the pace a little more, understanding by a simple look and the reactions of my body. He leans a little more on me and sticks his face to mine, his forehead butting against mine so that our glances do not leave each other any more.
"Go ahead baby, cum for me". He accelerates a little more, my mind gradually escaping towards this sensation of heat and intense pleasure that I seek to reach. It is difficult for me to keep my eyes open but I want to see that look that I like so much to look at me.
"Oh yes...this is so good," I feel that there are only a few seconds left before this bubble of heat explodes inside my lower belly and when finally it can be released, I cum with a moan like I have never moaned before. My legs shake with pleasure and I lift my head, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. I see Alex, a radiant smile on his effort-soaked face. He's thrilled with the effect he's just made me feel.
Once my orgasm is over, I let my back rest against the mattress while Alex gets up to continue his thrusts until he too reaches orgasm. He comes inside me, grunting, his eyes still on me. For a moment, we just contemplate each other, catching our breath. Then, Alex slowly withdraws before lying down beside me. With his arm, he draws me against him and leans in to kiss me tenderly.
"You should be jealous more often..." he declares with an amused air, placing a kiss on my forehead. Intrigued, I raise an eyebrow, inviting him to elaborate on the substance of his thought.
"I understood in the car the reason why you had closed yourself during the ceremony".
"Ah...", I lower my head, biting my lip, embarrassed to have been caught in the act. Alex laughs and lifts my head.
"You don't have to be ashamed honey. You know I only have eyes for you. You are the one I love, you are perfect. You lean in and kiss him tenderly, telling yourself how lucky you are to have a man like him.
"I love you Alex."
"I love you too my darling. And don't hesitate to give me that kind of jealousy tantrum again, I really like the way we handle it", and then I tenderly kiss the man I love the most, happy to know that he has eyes only for me...
Hi, I just wanted to confirm if requests are open because the pinned-post says yes but your header says no so i wouldnt want to bother you. Thank you in advance!
Hey honey! No bother, the requests are currently closed right now, I'm sorry 😞
‘Succession’ Starts Production on Season 4, Alexander Skarsgård Set as Main Waystar Contender
It takes a few Gregs to make a Tomlette, and it seems that after three seasons, Waystar Royco may be nearing its demise.
HBO confirmed that “Succession” Season 4 is officially underway, and the upcoming season has a very intriguing hint at the fate of the Roy family following that jaw-dropping Season 3 finale. (Indie Wire 6/27/22)
Please bear with me for citing old news, but I have apparently been pretending to my own interpretation of Our Norse God of Ennui (pictured above, a Skarsjoy cap surely)
Ah, more of the infinitely inscrutable Lukas Mattsen, huzzah!!
CONGRATULATIONS! Alexander Skarsgård has been nominated for and EMMY for Outstanding Guest Actor in a Drama Series - 2022 for his role of Lukas Matsson in @Succession!
Nominees:
Adrien Brody (Succession)
James Cromwell (Succession)
Colman Domingo (Euphoria)
Arian Moayed (Succession)
Tom Pelphrey (Ozark)
Alexander Skarsgård (Succession)
Wow, my 50th imagine, I still can’t believe it! ❤️ Here we go with a cute but smutty moment with Christian in a library, thanks for asking! Enjoy @christianbalefanatic and thanks for asking ! 😍
Summary : You work at the public library. Being a great bookworm, your work is very important to you. The problem is that it sometimes takes up a lot of your time. Christian, your boyfriend, decides to surprise you…
Pairing : Christian Bale x Reader
Warnings : fluff, strong langage, smut and unprotected sex 🔥
Tag list : @kittenlittle24 ; @christianbalefanatic
"Christian, where are you taking me?" you say as you follow him as best you can, trotting between the shelves covered in books.
"Follow me, you'll see," Christian replies as he continues on his way to the library's reserve. But what is he up to?
These places are not unknown to you since you have been working here for two years now. Two wonderful years of organizing, filing and sharing your passion for books and reading. A job that, it is true, takes a lot of your time. It must also be said that Mrs. Clarence, the boss, imposed particularly strict working hours, to the great displeasure of Christian, your boyfriend, who wanted to spend more time with you.
And obviously, to counter this problem, he had found a solution. He had suddenly shown up ten minutes before, when you were supposed to be putting away the newly arrived books. You thought it was a simple visit to see you, but it was clear that he had other plans...
The race stopped at the doorway to the storeroom. Christian opens the door and you rush inside together. He stands against the door for a moment, watching for any sound that would indicate another staff member had followed you.
"If you wanted a particular book, all you had to do was ask the librarian." You hear Christian chuckle. Certain that you are finally alone, he closes the lock and turns back to you.
"What if it's not a book I want, but the librarian?". His voice suddenly becomes suave and his eyes darken. You swallow, finally understanding what he has in mind.
"What's going on sweetheart?", Christian steps forward, caressing your cheek gently.
"Christian, we can't do this here!", you enjoy the touch of his finger on your skin but you can only resist. "If anyone hears us or if Mrs. Clarence catches us, I..."
"Shh...", he puts a finger to your lips before leaning in to whisper to you. "Everyone else is busy, it's just you and me...so let's make this good and quick"
A shiver of pleasure runs through you as Christian pushes you against the shelf behind you. You swallow again, feeling the desire gradually rise in you. Christian slides his head into your neck to place several sensual kisses while his hands continue to caress your arms, up and down.
"Chris..." you moan, wanting to say his name, but unable to continue as you feel his tongue titillate your earlobe, your sensitive spot.
"Relax my darling...", he whispers against your skin, his breath triggering a new wave of shivers.
"But...what if...what if someone...finds out that...", you again don't have time to finish your sentence. Christian intensifies his kisses that go lower and lower, down to the birth of your chest. He then lifts his head, flashing a naughty smile on his handsome face.
"This will only get more exciting." And without warning, he reaches down to pull up the sides of your dress to reach your panties. Defeated, you bite your lip, unable to resist longer to this torture. Each time, Christian was able to make you flinch just by his caresses and his kisses. With a glance, you look at the door, hoping with all your heart that nobody will have the idea to come to rush in the reserve at this moment. Normally, this room was only accessible for the staff and for the moment, Mrs. Clarence was absent, at least until closing time. That gave you some time.
"Oh," another moan escapes your lips as you feel Christian's fingers touch the tips of your labia, searching for your clit. Lost in thought, you hadn't even realized he'd already removed your panties. To make it easier, Christian takes your leg and rests your calf on his shoulder, giving him better access to your privacy. To keep from falling, you grab one of the boards from the shelf behind you.
"Mmh...I know one who's more than happy to see me," he says, still looking naughty, feeling with his fingers how ready you are for him. His fingers caress your lips, back and forth, and it's torture. Your head tilts back, bumping into another board.
"Oh yeah..." your fingers slip into Christian's hair as you feel him replace his fingers with his tongue. "Oh yeah...like that." Christian is busy trying to give you as much pleasure as possible, he knows he doesn't have much time. Your fingers, clinging to the board, are slowly starting to give way as well, and it's getting harder and harder to stand.
"Chris...baby...", you whisper as best you can between two moans, trying to get his attention.
Christian finishes by giving you one last lick before pulling away. He seems to understand your message because he puts your leg back on the ground, allowing you to regain your balance. He stands up to be at your level and finally captures your lips for a sweet kiss. Taking advantage of this moment, you move your hands down to the zipper of his pants, already feeling the huge bulge.
"I think...you are also very happy to see me," you say as you tease against his lips, continuing to kiss him more and more sensually. Christian giggles, grabbing your face to intensify your kiss. Skillfully and without looking, you undo the button on his pants and let them slide to his feet. And there, you notice with surprise, that he is not wearing underwear! You laugh, amused by this funny situation. Christian detaches himself, not understanding why you start to laugh. He suddenly realizes the reason.
"I was in too much of a hurry to come and see you, I forgot to put on underpants". You both laugh before regaining your seriousness. Your hands automatically go to his already hard member. First some caresses, at the base until the end, before making more precise movements. Christian moans under your caresses but suddenly, he stops you in your momentum.
"We don't have much time unfortunately...but let's save it for tonight, what do you say?", for only answer you address him a naughty smile, in a hurry to be already tonight to show him all the extent of your talent. Christian takes your face in his hands and kisses you tenderly one last time before scanning the room in search of an ideal place. He finally finds it and takes your hand to lead you to a more secluded corner, away from the door.
"I can't hold on much longer...I want you".
"Then take me", you answer, determined to satisfy the burning desire that has been burning you since he brought you here. Everything you feared when you entered seems to have finally disappeared.
"Bend over", with his hand, he helps you to position yourself against other shelves, bigger and more solid. Both of your hands grab two boards at the same height while you place your right foot on the second board from the bottom, making it easier to get in. Christian moves closer, lifting your dress to your hips. He positions himself behind you too, taking her member in his hand. He also takes the opportunity to spank your asscheek, which makes you moan.
"I can't take it anymore Christian...", you moan, checking one last time that you are well hung. He then strokes his glans against your entrance and between your wet lips.
"Oh yes," he leans in to whisper in the hollow of your ear.
"Please...I want you...now," Christian slides his member in again to torture you before slowly entering you, making sure not to hurt you. This position is not unfamiliar to you but he is always careful and gentle. He comes out to enter once more, checking to make sure you're ready enough.
"God...you're so tight," he groans as he feels a sensation of pleasure wash over him. His words and caresses are enough to turn you on more and more.
"Go ahead baby..." you scream in pleasure, hoping no one heard you. You join a movement of pelvis to your words to encourage Christian to start his cadence. Getting the message, he puts his hands on your hips and starts to move, first slowly and then faster, remembering that unfortunately you only have a few minutes to enjoy this moment.
"Oh yes...go on...", your breathing is jerky and you hold on as best you can to the shelf but the sensations you feel are so pleasant that it is hard to hold on.
"You like that, don't you..." he groans too, admiring your body from this angle. He places one of his feet back, causing him to push further inside you. A scream escapes you, more audible than the others, and Christian puts his hand over your mouth to keep it quiet. The sensations you feel increase tenfold, and you begin to feel that familiar, pleasurable sensation come to life in the pit of your stomach.
"Keep going...I'll soon..."
"Cum for me honey, go ahead, let it out," Christian says, almost out of breath and determined to give you maximum pleasure. Your face bows, your forehead butting against the shelf board and you bite your lip violently to remain discreet.
"Yes...Yes...", you moan more and more, feeling that vague sensation start to get clearer and clearer until it produces an explosion of extraordinary sensations. Your legs tremble and it becomes difficult for you not to fall under the effect of this orgasm.
"That's it baby...cum for me," Christian says as he speeds up his strokes to give you maximum pleasure until the end. You still feel that pulse spreading for a few moments before it disappears but leaving a feeling of well-being spreading through your veins. Satisfied and proud, Christian continues his movements until he reaches his own deliverance in a last blow, adding a deep and guttural moan.
"God..." he cries out as he regains his senses. Slowly, he pulls back, also helping you back to a normal position.
"Oh my god...", your legs hurt a little but it was worth it. Christian grabs you by the arm to take you in his arms, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
"I love you you know," you whisper against the skin of his chest, dropping a kiss in turn.
"I love you too." You stay in each other's arms for a moment, enjoying this moment of well-being and love.
"(X/Y)! Where are you?", Mrs. Clarence's shrill, screeching voice is suddenly heard in the hallway, behind the storeroom door.
"Shit...my boss!", you exclaim silently, immediately pulling your dress down. Still as quietly as possible, you gesture to Christian that it is past time for him to put his clothes back on and especially to stay hidden.
"(X/Y)!", the voice rings out once again. Advancing cautiously between the shelves, you recover your small panties in the passage and slip them on at full speed. You also redo your hair, hoping that your little escapade will go unnoticed, before opening the door, in a last breath.
"Yes Mrs. Clarence."
"Ah here you are at last. What were you doing in the storeroom?"
"Oh, I...I was looking for a book but...I couldn't find it," you really hope that lie will pass. Mrs. Clarence is not the type to be fooled. She looks at you suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"Is everything okay? Are your cheeks all red?" she adds, continuing to look at you warily. It's impossible not to blush even more at such a remark.
"Oh that's nothing, I had to move some boxes that were particularly heavy...".
"Very well," she said after a few more seconds of very uncomfortable silence. "Hurry up, a student needs some information". And with that, she leaves again in the library. Relieved, you let out a deep relief. Behind you, Christian gently opens the door, having made sure that the way was clear.
"We got lucky," you murmur as you urge him out of the storeroom.
"Quick, go through the emergency door before she sees you." Christian laughs, with an amused look, before placing a kiss on your cheek.
"See you later my pretty librarian...Be ready for round two".
Gimme Eight More – an Alex Skarsgård fiction (The Workout fin)
Eric Northman (True Blood)
“I hope you aren’t disappointed, Mina, but Magnus has me on a strict low-carb diet, and he insisted that we have a personal chef. This one came with the house and was already mean about anyone in his kitchen and now takes Magnus’ instructions strictly – but you (and Magnus) can have anything you want to eat. So, we’ll go to where I’m staying, if that’s alright.” Alex had his arm around me and was speaking to me as if we were the only people in the world. It was still so early that we sort of were the only people in the world. I’d have gone anywhere with him.
Chef was territorially prissy. He nodded to Alex and glowered at me. Alex said calmly, “Chef, this is my friend, Mina. I’ve said that you can make her anything that pleases her, and it will be the best she ever tasted.” Chef merely harrumphed and clutched his butt cheeks together.
Alex continued to me, “I will likely have salmon with lemon and capers or whatever Chef, in his infinite wisdom or under Magnus’ fist, deems I should have. Now what would you like that I would love to watch you eat, Beautiful?”
I whispered, “I don’t want to piss him off any more than he already is.” Alex laughed, “Hell, piss him off. Let me.” He turned and spoke authoritatively, “Chef, my guest will have lots of bacon, American bacon, not European or Canadian bacon, fresh croissants, and fruit, seasonal and colorful. Kaffe? (I shook my head “no”). No, we might want a nap later. I’m not allowed alcohol, but we have champagne. No?” I might have slept through breakfast if I’d had champagne.
Chef shot daggers at Alex, “Of course, sir, I shall do my best.” Under his breath but loud enough for us to hear, he continued, “Without any fucking croissants, you can be sure of that.” Alex and I giggled to each other, and Alex commented, “He’s paid well for that attitude. Let’s watch the sunrise, c’mon.”
Alex was as comfortable with me in his personal space as he was fucking standing up. On the terrace, we tried some partner stretches while we waited for the sun to top the trees. I limberly over-compensated for Alex’s tight hips, back and hamstrings, and if I stretched my legs a little wider, I could bury my head in his crotch. We did that stretch a number of times.
I could’ve walked to my condo from the palatial house he’d rented, but he seemed to want my company. After breakfast, he asked me to “run lines with him.” We relaxed in a double lounger with a sunshade, cuddled close so I could see the script too, and were sleeping soundly in the blink of an eye. I still don’t know the names of the characters.
Alex and the angry apple. I can’t even speculate as to the origin of this one.
I sensed a presence and squeezed Alex a little tighter. He opened one eye to Magnus standing over us, “Damnit, Alex. You’ve got shit to do. Don’t you get enough exercise at the gym?” Magnus was implying that I was Alex’s fuck buddy, which I might have been, but at least he didn’t say it.
Alex kissed my nose. He looked at Magnus and grinned, “Why yes, yes I do. Thank you for asking. I’m not doing anything today. You know this diet of yours makes me mean. Now, get out of my face.” Alex asked me sweetly, “Mina, shall I run you home? In the car, I mean, not run-run.”
I said, “Really, I could walk…” Alex cut me off, “No, no, I’ll take you. Let’s get out of here.” Oh, I get it. Give the boy a nap and he’s ready to go.
In five minutes, Alex had locked my front door and had me in his arms, avidly kissing me. He murmured, muffled in my neck, “lovely space, quiet, peaceful”, and walked me backwards toward what was obviously the bedroom. He was as an imaginative artist faced with the blank canvas of a king-sized bed. I could almost see the ribald, lusty thoughts running through his blond head.
He had been so gentle with me, even in the gym’s unaccommodating surroundings, but here he was starving and with a lot of room to work to satisfy his cravings. He undressed me hurriedly and pushed me gently to fall backwards onto the bed. I anxiously watched him undress the beauty of him. He caught my eye, stroked his hard cock, and grinned at me, “You want this cock, baby,” he growled, “Are you gonna come hard for me?” He had spied evidence of my arousal pooling on the duvet, and he dove in with a groan of need like a hungry man watching a banquet and finding a back door ajar. He lapped at my lips; the vibrations of his moans tickling my clit. I knew this game and he would want to feel my orgasm from the inside out. I crooned, “That doesn’t have any carbs in it, does it? You know, Magnus said…”
Alex guffawed, blowing his hot breath on my clit and making it salute, already at attention. I was close, so fucking close. He wiped his mouth with his hand, stroked his cock, and pulled me by the legs down to him, seemingly instantaneously entering me with a thrust I thought I felt in my stomach. Oh yes! He now knew my flexibility and he added poses to the game of making me come. He put one of my legs on his shoulder and held the other, his hand on my ankle, arm out and stretched wide, as he thrusted into me, rubbing my clit with each flex of his hips. He looked into my eyes and whispered, “Mina, you feel so fuckin’ good. Fuck me, baby. Come for me, I can take it, come on baby. Fuck me hard. I want it. I want you. That’s it, baby. Come for me, baby, cawflllmmmmmahhhhhhhhh.” I had muscularly grabbed the head of his cock and was squeezing as I was melting into my orgasm, I literally shook under him with the spasms and screamed, “Aleeeeeex, it’s yours.” As my paroxysm subsided, I was gasping for air. I noticed that Alex was still gently thrusting, waiting for me to return from Netherland (where there are no fairies, nor lost boys, nor krokodils, only working dicks). He had weathered that salacious storm, bygod. He kissed me so gently, so sweetly, yet threatened to tongue me to Jeezus.
“That would’ve killed a younger man,” I crooned to the love machine. He laughed, withdrew, lifted me by the legs and flipped me over legs spread wide, sat back on his knees and pulled me to him, my knees bent on either side of his and let his magnificent cock find its way into my heat. He groaned lewdly as he bottomed out with each thrust. He liked this position. He knew he was masterfully rubbing my clit with each thrust, hard and fast or slow and easy. I began to think he invented the game of making me come. Just to force some boundaries, I clenched rhythmically those muscles inside that grabbed his cock and sent clutches down the length of it like sports fans doing the wave. He paused, eyes wide, fully inside my warmth, “Baby, how do you do that? It feels wonderful. Damn, baby, quit, you’re gonna make me come. You first. Oh fuck. It’s so good. Stop it.”
I did stop, briefly. I had studied the art of Geisha for my own amusement and had never had an opportunity to use it, especially on one so appreciative. My gym workouts had made me even stronger there with even more control. Alex, sweet man, teared up, “Fuck, don’t stop.”
I moved myself, straddled him, so I could look at him and kiss him while he succumbed. The simple fact of using those muscles in that way would make me come with him. That was a perk of masturbatory practice. I kissed him long and hard and soft and sweet as I internally stroked his cock. I pinched his taut nipples; I kissed his scruffy neck; I tongued his cute ears. All the while I was increasing the pressure. He wanted to scream; he wanted to be in control. It felt too damn good for him to move. His breathing deepened and he closed his eyes tight. It did no good for him to try to hold it. The words caught in his throat, “Fuck, baby, you’re taking it.” He moaned nonsense as I “tickled” the head of his cock and felt him powerfully shoot volley after volley. I wrung the last bits out to his plaintive moans of pleasure. He held my hips so tightly I knew I would wear his fingertip marks tomorrow.
All of the Geisha and the sight of his ultimate pleasure gave me another rousing orgasm around his throbbing cock. He held me close and felt it all. He didn’t want to let me go and so he didn’t as we fell sideways so we could straighten our knees.
We said nothing for a time. It must have been his first time completely Geisha as well as mine. Maybe we were bound by a thin string by what we’d done together. When Alex spoke, it was as if intoning the law, “Let’s pour the wine.” I whispered, “I have some, but you can’t have alcohol, Magnus said.”
Alex kissed me and smiled, “Nah, baby, I thought we could name it that. No one could comprehend it anyway, so it we say that to each other, they won’t even know what they don’t understand. What do you think?”
I kissed his sweet lips and nodded in the affirmative. I knew that tomorrow when I saw the early bird way before the butt-crack of dawn, he would wink at me and say, “Let’s pour the wine.” Magnus would screech.
FIN (photo Fembroder, it's on his shoulder) and a tiny Skarsbrow
That’s the good kind of sore…. Alex Skarsgård Fun Fic (The Workout continued)
Eric on Sookie (True Blood)
The kind of sore when you’ve worked out your muscles just enough to make them complain so you have to work out the soreness at the gym. I’ve had years of that feeling. This soreness could be slightly different, but I reckon I’ll just following my training and get back up on that horse.
The next morning came so early, I thought I’d just barely closed my eyes and the alarm was screaming. As I moved to stretch, my thigh muscles were screaming too. The alarm I could silence, the rest of me hobbled along to the hot shower to douse the grousing quads, abductors, and adductors (and those parts between my thighs that rarely got exercised). It had been a long day after peaking so early with my libido and that one. I had worked until closing to persuade someone to work for me today, after I opened for our one and only very special early bird and his trainer, the Evil Magnus, who worked him so hard he groaned with his own soreness. I was hoping to catch the worm again today. Even if not and the breakfast invitation had been forgotten, I would come home and sleep like the dead. I donned work clothes, threw some street clothes in a bag, and hit the pitch-black coolness of the silent predawn.
His blond hair shone under the spotlights illuminating the entrance. He was waiting for me, and I was anticipatorily early. “Mina,” he smiled, “G’mornin’, beautiful.” I just laughed, “Apparently you haven’t opened your blue eyes yet. But I’ll take it. Thank you.”
As the huge overhead lights flickered on, he kissed my cheek and gave me a single white rose. “This bloomed just for you,” he mumbled and strode to the locker room to get ready for Magnus. I found a proper vase and was staring at the flower dreamily or sleepily when Magnus barged in and bellowed, “Is my boy here?” That shook me from LaLa Land and I pointed toward the changing rooms. I busied myself blending into the background and silently tending to last night’s overlooked cleaning duties, laundry, etc.
Alex was single-minded, concentrated, and worked hard. He was very disciplined, attentive only to Magnus, as always. Or so I thought, until on one of my silent passes through the weight room, I caught him glancing my way. He dropped a weight. Magnus spat, “Damnit, Alex.” And Alex just laughed. He smiled at me and apologized for the noise. Magnus glared at me, “You, go somewhere else. You’re distracting him. We don’t have time for that. Go.”
I turned and fled to the sound of Alex giving Magnus a polite dressing-down to be nice to me since I accommodated them at such an ungodly hour. I heard nothing more. I made sure the front door was locked and hid in the laundry room, running towels before hot water was needed for his shower and sitting on the noisy washer to keep it steady.
Glistening Alex
It must have been a good 90 minutes. Time enough for me to put the towels in the dryer and curl up atop it and sleep. I felt something and jerked awake. Alex had kissed my cheek and I head-banged him on the chin hard enough that he teared up. We apologized together until he stopped me with a kiss. He was wearing only his shorts; he was sweaty, about to shower. I kissed him back ravenously, soaking up his sweat with my t-shirt. I felt his cock responding even as he protested his over-moist condition. I led him by the hand down the hall to the massage room with the dim lighting, the scented candles, and the sheeted massage table, narrow, but workable.
Alex’s protestations became whispers of desire as we shed our few clothes. I kissed his sweat-salty chest as he lifted me like a doll onto the table with my legs dangling off either side. He meticulously kissed his way down my body, tweaking my erect nipples, as I twined my fingers in his wet hair. He seemed to be playing his favorite game of making me come. I liked the game, and he had played it before. He licked my lips and swirled his tongue around the cherry bud at the top that was standing up to meet him. He began to intermittently suck my clit hard, then stop. It felt like an external orgasm, crazy good.
He whispered, “Not yet, baby, let me feel it.” He knelt between my legs on the table. As he pushed into me, I brought my legs up to rest my calves on his shoulders. I’m a limber girl who always stretches her muscles. I noticed that my soreness was gone (well yeah). He gave me three deep, steady thrusts and my orgasm burst forth in all directions. Alex was moaning, “God, baby, oh fuck, give it, oh, oh yeah, fuck.” I did sort of scream his name. (He later said that was very gratifying and I shouldn’t be embarrassed.) I felt the ebb and flow in my fingers and toes, hell, even in my face. I’d never felt such disorienting ecstasy. Jeezus. The only thing that brought me back to reality was Alex’s cheerful thrusting and delightful commands (he says suggestions) that I do that again. Wha?
As in an interval class, one must master one’s heartrate. I took deep breaths and concentrated on all the current pleasures that Alex gave so sweetly and so intensely. I have been called the Queen of Isolation, referring to my ability to isolate and flex muscles singly at will. I began to move my hips and internal muscles to exacerbate Alex’s perfect bumps and grinds. He blinked, he gasped, we found a rhythm and some inside touching/squeezing that sent us spiraling. My cum started deep within (Alex said it tickled the head of his cock) and spread outward with powerful pulses that pulled the jiz right out of him (he swore his cock would be black and blue tomorrow, but he looked good in those colors, so OK). We both screamed our mirrorgasm at each other wide-eyed with variations of “ohgodfuckme”. Oh. My. Fucking. Alex. He collapsed on me as I would’ve done had we been reversed. We were both sucking wind and giggling. I moved my legs off his shoulders just as he tried to move to give me room to breath and we tipped the table over. That massage table was built to hold a huge person, but a huge still person. We laughed louder as we righted ourselves and the table, none the worse.
We gathered our clothes and silently pondered what had just happened. Alex spoke softly, “Mina, I’ve never experienced that like that like what we did. Have you?” I shook my head no, “I’m not that well versed in the fucking arts, I guess. I don’t know what happened exactly, but we liked it, didn’t we?” I stepped over to him and gave his re-sweaty lips a hardy kiss. Alex hugged me so tight, I could feel our sweat mingling.
In the shower, we tried to discuss our tryst/liaison/sexual healing/very fine fuck, which tête-à-tête elicited the parenthetical comments above and very little else. As we dressed, Alex said, “You’ll come to breakfast with me now, won’t you, Beautiful Mina? We did what we just did, so we’ll have to see if we can repeat it. Then we can name it.”
Jeezus, he was sweaty. Magnus had really put him through his paces today. I was still cleaning the machines and mats that had been the depositories for the moisture called forth from his musculature with all those grunts and groans. I opened the gym especially for this one and his trainer before the butt-crack of dawn. I “mopped up” to the sound of the single shower. The unobtrusive me would soon be left with just a load of towels to wash, longing for a nap. Magnus had said he was going for coffee, but I think he went home and back to bed. I wisely locked the front door against intruders and whistled a lonely tune as I gathered the towels to launder. Many of these early mornings I had curled up on the warm dryer for a nap. I yawned.
As I neared the locker room, I heard similar grunts and groans as earlier. Magnus must have hurt him a little today. I smiled and immediately gave my free will over to the Imp of Opportunity without thought of consequence. I threw the sweaty towels in the washer and grabbed two fresh, fluffy ones. I made my way through the steam and sweet smell of clean man to the smaller shower area within the vast locker room. I doubted Alex could have seen me if he had been looking. Shortly the water spray ceased, and Alex rasped to himself, “Where’s my fucking towel?” I put one into his dripping hand, making him jump, “Fuck, Magnus. What are you doing?”
The Shower [Hundtricket]
“It’s just me. Magnus went home to bed, I think.” I spoke meekly. I assumed he had barely noticed me at these too-early solo workout sessions. I had learned to blend in, content with glimpses of such beautifully muscled men and my own thoughts. I handed the second towel to Alex for him to dry his hair. He’d wrapped the first around him, slung low on his hips.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I had seen what I wanted and turned to go. “Wait a minute, Mina, thanks for the towels. Come closer, let me see you without sweat in my eyes.” He ran those beautiful blue orbs over my form barely covered in t-shirt and workout shorts. “Damn, c’mere.” He reached for me. No one could resist this gentle man; I didn’t try.
The steam was clearing. Oh, he was the finest chiseled piece of man meat I’d ever been privileged to view, and so unassuming, so sincere, so fucking hot. He tilted my head up with his fingertips and kissed me as if I were the only Guinevere to his Lancelot. And his lance was moving, pointing heavenward – just where I longed to go with him.
“You’re beautiful. You’re perfect.” He commented as if to himself while taking in a revered work of art. He loosened the towel on his hips, and it fell to the floor. “And you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned as his hand had crawled up my shorts and was fingering me deliciously. “Do you want to, Mina?” He asked softly, assuring me with his manner he would do nothing I didn’t want. I hadn’t known he even knew my name. I was absolutely enamored. I had Mr. Right in my arms – or at least Mr. Right Now. I breathed, “Oh, yes.”
We had moved toward the opening into the large room for the fresh, dry, cooler air. As his feet found footing on the carpet, he backed me against the wall, tugging my little shorts down (I kicked them off), taking my t-shirt over my head (flung away, far away) and then stopped and grinned. “You take off the sports bra. It looks like it hurts, and I don’t ever want to hurt you,” he smiled and bent to kiss my shoulder as his hands roamed over me. I pulled that sucker off in a second and flung it as far as I could fling, making him laugh with a mouth full of my now exposed favored left breast.
He lifted me like I was a single book of loved poetry. I wrapped my legs around his waist. With one arm around his neck, I reached between us, looked questioningly into his eyes as he nodded, and inserted him into me. He groaned as he pushed his length into my slick walls, already clutching him. I sighed my satisfaction as he began to thrust into me, innately knowing where and how to stimulate my best bits, whispering my name into my neck, wanting me, begging me to give him all of it.
“Fuck, you’re strong,” he gasped. I was firmly ensconced there braced against the wall with my legs holding onto him. I could remain there and still give him room to move. And move he did. He woke my clit and it gave him a rhythmic dance that clutched his cock in waves. “Oh fuck, that’s so good, baby, give me another.” He was having a good time. He increased his thrusts with determination. I would reward him as I climbed higher, kissing him, fucking him, loving the tender way he managed to fuck me so hard, adamantly wanting me to come for him.
I did then. I threw my head back and wailed, “Oh god, fuck me, fuc….” He felt it all as he grunted, “Fuck, I’m coming. So good, so errrgh, fuugh, uuhhh. Baby, so fucking good.”
It was. I unclasped him from the vice of my thighs as he withdrew and sheepishly asked, “Was that OK? Sorry, I couldn’t last. I don’t even have a condom. I didn’t …”
I kissed him sweetly. “It’s fine. I’m fine and I take care of myself. No worries. I hardly ever have an opportunity for fun, and you are the whole party.”
“I want to know you,” he said as if he meant it. But I let it hang in the air as I tried to find my clothes. He began to dress silently.
I picked up his towels and went to start the load washing, thinking that even if we never spoke again, I would have his load today and it was mine, these few minutes of bliss. I inhaled his scent from the towels and dropped them in the suds, closing the lid conclusively.
I was behind the counter, readying myself for the day, as he walked to the door for me to let him out. I wasn’t expecting anything but a goodbye. He embraced me and kissed me like Eric Northman kissed fuckin’ Sookie and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Maybe you’ll have breakfast with me? You are a delight when you’re not so quiet.” He winked at me and said, “Tomorrow, then,” and walked out the door. I just had to watch his perfect ass flex as he walked away, as if winking at me, “Might be a good thing here, Mina, you little minx.”
Eric and Sookie [True Blood]
Just look what you made me do, @minaofmayhem . This is for you.
GAn other imagine based on a request asked by my friend @frankcastleonlyfans! 😍 It’s based on Christmas so it’s a bit late this year but I think it’s never late to remember how Christmas is important ! And to imagine it with Alexander is even more perfect. Let’s enjoy this, I hope you’ll like it!🎄
Summary : Christmas is very important in Sweden. That’s what your husband tells you during the perfect night of the year, a 24th December…
Pairing : Alexander Skarsgård x Reader
Warnings : only fluff and christmas time 🎄
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"Ouch...Shit" you said, almost burning yourself with the oven door. You just wanted to inspect the turkey's doneness and you were going to end up with a nice burn on your forearm. You quickly closed the oven door before running your skin under cold water to relieve the pain. Just then, the phone started ringing. You turned off the faucet, grabbed the towel to blot your arm with one hand before grabbing the cell phone which were on the large table in the living room. All your worries were gone when you saw the picture of Alex's face appear on the screen.
"Hi baby", you replied as you put the camera on. You weren't a big fan of calling on camera at first, but with a boyfriend who traveled a lot for work, seeing him as much as possible became more than essential.
"Hi sweetheart".
Just seeing his face made you feel much better already and you had already forgotten the pain. Exceptionally this year, Alex couldn't be here for the holiday season. He was in Iceland, preparing his next movie "The Northman". They were behind schedule with the shooting and had to finalize it as soon as possible. Requisitioning the actors during the holiday season.
“Is everything okay? You look pale”, Alex asked with a frown. He knew you all too well.
“Oh yeah everything is fine, I just burned myself inspecting the turkey cooking in the oven," you explained as you took one last look at the timer. About ten more minutes. Alex burst out laughing.
"I can't leave you alone for a minute without you doing something stupid. So tell me, is everything ready for tonight?". You smile at him with a twinge of sadness as you remember that he wouldn't be there tonight to celebrate the holiday you love most.
"Yes then...", you pressed the button to turn the camera to show him the whole preparations. "The turkey is in the oven...the tree is already lit...I put on some Christmas music for atmosphere...ah yes, as you can see, Samy is ready for the party too".
"My god, the poor guy, what did you do to him?", Alex laughed when he saw your dog dressed in a Santa suit.
"Well I needed a Santa for tonight", you replied laughing as you tenderly stroked Samy's head. "The table is set and oh...the presents are already ready under the tree. They are just waiting for you".
"I know sweetheart but don't worry...", Alex was cut off by the sound of the front door bell ringing. "Was that the doorbell I heard?".
"Yes, strange, I wasn't expecting anyone tonight...", you replied as you walked towards the entrance, suspicious. Maybe one of the neighbors on the landing needs something. After all, in an apartment building, this happens often.
"Alex, I'll put you on hold for thirty seconds until you open the door," you tell him as you press the button. With your other hand, you turned the handle, cursing yourself for forgetting to look in the peephole in case it was someone suspicious. But it was too late, you had already opened the door...
“God jul, min kära” (merry Christmas honey).
For a moment, you stood completely still at the door, wondering if you were dreaming. Several times you glanced at the man in front of you and then at the phone screen. It was Samy's bark that finally brought you back to earth. The animal slipped between your legs to jump on his beloved master. Alex bent down to give him a few pats under the ears as a greeting.
"Alex...what is it? I don't understand...aren't you in Iceland? I thought you...".
"And no, sweetheart, I'm right here in front of you”. He was indeed here, in the flesh, and what's more, dressed as Santa Claus. He entered, carrying a fake bag filled with gifts. He left it at the entrance and closed the door behind him so as not to attract the prying eyes of the neighbors.
"Alex...is it really you? This isn't a joke?".
"Of course not, look," he removed his fake beard (which wasn't especially necessary because he already had his beard for his role as Amleth) and the red cap. That was enough to finally make you realize that he had just given you the most wonderful surprise. Happy, you threw yourself around his neck to kiss him vigorously. Surprised, he laughed as he grabbed you by the waist, burying his face in your neck to breathe in your scent.
"You have no idea how much this means to me," you say after a few minutes of hugging and kissing.
"Oh if I can imagine, I know how much Christmas means to you. I didn't want to leave you alone. I managed to negotiate with Robert to take two days off from the shoot”.
"You're the best, this is going to be the best Christmas of my life" you say as you step forward to gently kiss his lips. Alex was about to answer something when the oven bell rang to announce that the meal was ready.
"Oh...Santa is just in time to enjoy the turkey” you say against his lips, smiling.
"Santa can't wait to taste this. He's got a long tour to make tonight!" Alex replied with a laugh before loosening his grip to let you prepare the meal. After twelve hours of flying, he was starving...
*
One o'clock in the morning. After a delicious meal, you and Alex were lying in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth of the flames, sipping a last glass of wine. With your backs pressed against the armchair, you had laid out a blanket on the carpet and put some cushions to be more comfortable. Your legs were intertwined and you had leaned against him, your head resting against his shoulder.
At midnight, you had wished each other and your respective families a Merry Christmas by phone. Samy was sleeping wisely in his basket, listening to bits of your conversation. We could only hear the sound of the fire crackling and the soft music of Frank Sinatra playing in the background.
"Did you have a good Christmas my love?", Alex asked as he put his arm around your back to pull you even closer to him. He was glad he was able to make the trip so he could spend time with you. It was also one of the best Christmases of his life.
"Oh yes, it was wonderful. Thank you Alex, I don't know how to thank you for this beautiful gift you gave me”.
"You deserve it my darling", he said as he turned around to place a tender kiss on the top of your head. A few minutes of silence followed.
"Tell me Alex, what is it like to celebrate Christmas at home in Sweden?”.
Strangely enough, although you had been together for almost two years, you had never had the opportunity to celebrate Christmas at his place in Sweden. For some unknown reason, you had taken to doing it in his apartment in New York, where you lived. Alex knew how curious you were to discover his culture and to visit it. He smiled and recalled his fond memories of Christmas as he shared them with you...
"At my house, Christmas already starts in December. We don't just celebrate the 24th and 25th. We put lamps in the shape of stars or candle holders in the shape of inverted V's in every window. On December 13th, we celebrate Saint Lucia. But the most important tradition is the Christmas tree. I think that this tradition is common to many peoples”.
Leaning against Alex, you listened with a smile to his descriptions, imagining yourself living these good moments.
"We have a nice traditional meal with our family and we also watch a good movie together. They always show the same programs on TV but every year we watch them. We love it! We drink glögg of course."
"Glögg?" you repeated, trying to catch his accent. You hadn't perfected your Swedish yet.
"Yes, that's right," Alex said encouragingly. "It's mulled wine, a little spicy, with cinnamon. We love to drink it in the winter at our house. In the evening we distribute presents while eating candies, caramels, nuts...".
"It's wonderful."
“Do you think so?”
"Oh yes. It really does look like a fairy tale". Alex chuckled, pleased to see that his culture seemed to appeal to you.
"Next year, I promise you that we will celebrate Christmas in Sweden”. You stood up to meet his gaze, placing your glass of wine on the coffee table.
"Really?"
"Yes, I will do my best to be available then but I promise you that we will celebrate on the 24th and 25th of December, at my place, in Stockholm." Happy, you threw yourself into his arms, almost spilling his wine on the blanket but who cares, you were the happiest.
"I love you more than anything in the world Alexander Skarsgård".
"I also love you more than anything in the world. God Jul my love", Alex replied before giving you a long kiss. Santa hasn't unwrapped all his presents yet...
Included themselves and some characters they both played. For Harrison, I'd say age limit: 60 years). I already have a couple of ideas but first, I'm working on the request I got 👌 It will arrive soon! Maybe I have something for mature men...but luckily, I’m sure I’m not alone here!
Epic historical masterpiece ❤️ I don't know what you all think about it but this is my opinion...
If you don't have seen it yet, this is why you should :
For me, it was an incredible experience. One of the best movie I’ve ever seen about Vikings and probably, one of the best historical movie I’ve seen since a long time.
Everything was absolutely perfect (story, characters, backgrounds, places, acting, and so on). It was like living the fate of a young man in the 9th century during 2 hours. I was not used to Eggers movies (first time for me) and I'm not disappointed.
Alexander's performance is beyond words. I forget it was him, I was seeing a true Viking and I hope he'll be awarded for this performance. And Amleth is definitely an other character to add on my list ❤️.
Finally a movie that shows and incorporates Vikings mythology and traditions. I've read that an archeologist, an historian and a specialist were on the set all the time for the historical and traditions points. And you can clearly see the result. It's poetic, beautiful, extraordinary. My favorite was, with no doubt, the Valkyrie who were stunning!
Well, go and watch it asap, you won't regret it! Let me know what you thought of it 😍
