#alex skarsgard imagine

[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #51 - Look at me

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...

#Alexander Skarsgard #alexander skarsgård #Alex Skarsgard #alexander skarsgard imagine #alexander skarsgard x reader #imagine51

[raewritesfiction]

Alexander Skarsgard Imagine List

** Denotes DESCRIPTIONS of s3x/acts ^^ Denotes MENTIONS of s3x/acts

— MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! —

Holiday Hell **

The Look **

Here Comes The Rain **

I Like Your Beard **

Best Man **

Tonfisk **

Spread 'em **

Ridin' Dirty **

You and Your Hand **

Step Up **

Birthday Boy **

Bed Rock **

Personal Assistant ** Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Wanna find out? **

#alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgård #alex skarsgard #alex skarsgard fiction #rae writes a list #imagines

[taylorrepdetective]

I struggle w Taylor bc I know she doesn’t want her songs deduced to paternity tests but she also leans in. Hard. Especially w TTPD.

Oh she absolutely does want people paternity testing her songs. She is a billionaire because people do this, and that’s a main reason she leans into it. And as I said it adds context which would otherwise not let you understand her songs (whether it’s the fictional meaning or the real meaning.) Many songs become better and more deep if you know the reference. Just like Mad Woman is better if you know Yael is a Scorpio and that scooter and Yael got divorced after the song revealed to the world he was cheating. Those aren’t examples of songs about her exes, but it’s the same idea as knowing which muse’s name sounds like car, who ‘you’ is in MAATHP, or about Dianna’s tattoo, or the fact that Jake hates pop music so she made the poppiest song she could to annoy him. It all makes her art better if you understand the deeper meanings, no matter if it’s based on a love story not. And sometimes knowing the muse and picking the right one matters, like London Boy is 100X better as a satiric song about Joe and her generally laughing at the public perception of her, than say, trying to make it into a love song about Lily D.

What I imagine she doesn’t want is for people to only do that. And only do it at a surface level. Like, “Oh this song is about harry. Next! Oh this song is about her fling with Alex Skarsgard, next! Oh this song is about <insert woman of the week who she stood next to>, next!”

And I like to think she prefers that in some cases you know the real muse because it helps you understand her better. Like in MAATHP. There is an enormous difference in the depth of the song between the two main muses people attribute it to.

But at a basic level, if it helps get more people to buy/stream her albums, it’s all good for her.

[siremasterlawrence]

Acting Dynasty

The Swedish Acting Dynasty The Skarsgard is my first fiery attempt at getting what I am deserving of for all eternity with the use of hypnosis to create whatever I wish for a life time.

I have spent time many hours in fact in my make shift laboratory working on a new vr virtual reality device and that I have fully completed with the help of advancement of technology.

I sigh taking a deep breath removing it from the table opening it, placing it over my head on to my face, and sliding in to the bridge of my nose and pressing the side of the virtual reality shades.

I smirk laying on my bed spreading over it I begin to imagine what the applications of this device can mean but none of that is of importance at the moment because I want control.

Snapping my fingers the the device revs up the screen pops up a pitch black a human face interface appears happily obedient to obey me every word for the rest of his life as if he has a choice.

I inform him of its purpose to hack in to the mind of anybody I choose the sound clicks on and screen blows up blue I think of the name Stalls Skarsgard popping in to my head.

My eyes close shutting my body totally fell in collapsing on to the bed my whole souls consciousness transforms into the virtual reality shades my body shoots in to the either.

It’s funny I can feel part of my soul rip off of me traveling through the speed of sheer force enters Stellen’s body his unfortunate portly body wakes up staring in to the ceiling.

I am not in his mind eyes commanding him to rise to his feet slipping on his slippers as he heads to the bathroom face the mirror he stares mindlessly at himself reversing it all now inside of his head.

“Who are you? What am I doing here? What do you want?”

“Don’t worry about it because as of now you are my property.”

“No Way! You will relinquish me immediately “

“I am your God! You will submit”

“Think of me as the real God Of Thunder “

“You feel it, you can sense it “

“You own me”

“Mwahahahahaha….give in to your God”

“Nnnnnooooooooo…..yes I’ve been psyoped”

“How may I serve you God?” A monotone voice answers.

“I want your sons Alexander and Bill.” I say firm.

“Yes God, I kneel to you I will invite them over.” He says exiting.

“Oh you will! Mwahahaha.” I laugh so hard.

“I will be waiting for sure.” I continue on.

“Yes hurry up! They are both coming in a few minutes.” He replies returning to me.

“How may I proceed?” He adds kneeling in front of the mirror.

“You will bring him here, lock the door, put him in to a choke hold and hold him up.”

“With pleasure.” He replies with a wicked evil smile.

A bell rings stirring up I pounding down for him to go downstairs, opening the door for his eldest son Alexander leading him up to the bedroom bathroom.

Alexander completely confused sending him in to the bathroom he quietly locks the door slamming it shut causing Alex or turn to face him.

Before he could react Alex can a feel a hand wrap over his neck tightly then follow by the other hand and holds him tight yanking him down.

Unconsciousness takes him in to a fade of total blackness slipping in to his fathers arm forever but my soul energy consumes him in to a pitch black state.

Alexander appears inside of his own mind in state of disbelief he can’t believe I am in his head in supreme control of the world he is now occupying.

My hand smacks him hard sending him in to the floor flying at a high speed he loses all sense of himself suddenly he erupts in a stern silent moan.

“What the fuck?”

“Shut up!”

“You have submitted long along.”

“You two! Can you hear me?”

“Yes God!”

“Stand at attention”

“Yes God!”

“Where is Bill?”

“On his way God!”

“The door bell god”

“Both of you answer the door”

“We open the door swing it open and he is in God.”

“Welcome Bill!”

“What the….”

“Ssssshhhh”

“Mmmmpppphhhhffff0

“Zip it”

“You are my property “

“I am your God”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“We all obey.”

The end

Who is next up? Tell your own story. Just give me credit for mine and the idea lol

The end

#Stellen skargsgard #alexander skarsgard #bill skarsgård #chris hemsworth #liam hemsworth #luke hemsworth #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #hypno submission #reprogramming

[livingwithhorrors]

Hold up! When did they officially start The Crow remake and when did it become Bill Skarsgard ask Eric Draven?!

I’ve been following that film for years now and I had not heard any of this.

They had at one point talked about Jason Momoa suggested for the role but this fits better in my mind.

Jason is a good looking funny guy but his built large muscled and that doesn’t really fit the character in my mind. Perhaps if it had been another sequel and a different crow, but as Eric not as much.

But now I’m excited, this should be fun.

Brandon will always be amazing as the original Eric in the end, and Mark Dacascos as the tv Series Eric amazing as well in an unhinged Jackal and Hyde feel, but I look forward to see an new imagining.

Can’t wait to see what the makeup will look like on Bill.

You want to keep it close to the origin but at the same time you don’t want him giving off Pennywise vibes.

With the movies and tv series of Crow adaptations, each has been different in makeup origin and look.

The Crow, Eric is inspired by a mask for his make up.

The Crow City of Angels, Ashes’ make up is done by Sarah who was the little girl and friend of Eric.

The Crow Salvation, Alex is executed by electric chair. The mask being used burning the marks into his skin. Upon removing the dead skin to new skin beneath his face is pale with the marks darkened on his face.

The Crow Wicked Prayer, Jimmy basically only uses a sharpie to put the marks on his face. Though he looks paler afterword as well.

The Crow Stairway to Heaven, Eric never uses makeup, instead his face and nails change when needed to become his alter ego the Crow.

The tv series even had a female Crow appear with similar look and abilities.

Each version looking a different but still know who the Crow is no matter the difference.

#the crow #bill skarsgard #look forward to it #gotta watch them all again

[lihikainanea]

Hi Lei! Love your Bill&Tiger series ♥️ I was watching this bit Alex did with Vanity Fair where he explained Swedish slang, and I thought - what if one day Tiger caved and decided to give that ridiculous language a chance and tried to learn it? Like I imagine Bill one day walking in on a scene of Alex and Valter exaggerating their vowels at Tiger and Tiger stuttering and breaking her tongue trying to pronounce some words and getting all frustrated 😂😂😂

I, low key, kind of love this thought.

Because listen, from my own experience, once you understand how the letters and vowels are pronounced differently in Swedish, it's actually not that hard to understand. In a short-ish amount of time I was able to read it, and it took a little longer for me to understand when it was spoken to me but once my ears acclimated to it, it was alright.

The trouble, for us folk west of the Smedsuddsbadet, is in the pronunciation. I just like, couldn't get my jaw or my tongue loose enough to FLAP the way that is required to properly ululate the Swedish language. Like, you really gotta let it go. My Swedish friends laugh that after a few drinks, all of a sudden I'm fluent--and it's really because I just lose all control of my facial muscles in general after a few shots of akvavit.

But my girl tiger--she's trying. She's having a hard time, but she's trying. She approaches Gustaf first--shyly, bashfully, and asks for his help. Gustaf--as always--greets her with a warm smile, a squeeze of her shoulder, and starts teaching her some basic words.

The bigger, older tree of the Skarsgard forest catches on one evening when Gustaf and tiger are cooking dinner and before tiger touches anything, Gustaf makes her say the word for it.

"Learning Swedish?" Alex asks, in the dialect. Tiger takes a few seconds to process it.

"Yes," she answers, but a quick tsk from Gustaf and she rephrases. "Nej, ja."

Alex points to the salt.

"Kuk," he says.

"Alex!" Gustaf admonishes, then he turns to tiger. "That's not the word for salt."

"Du är en kuk," she snaps back without hesitation, and Gustaf snickers.

"Ja?" Alex challenges, "Du är en--"

"We're not doing this," Gustaf interrupts, "Get out of here. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

Alex smirks, but slinks off.

Tiger can more or less handle the singular words, but trouble arises when she starts trying to put sentences together--Swedish just has such a different pacing, a different cadence than any of the languages tiger knows. Her words are right but her sentences are damn near unintelligible because her cadence is wrong, or she's emphasizing the wrong parts. Gustaf tries to be kind, but god it's funny. After a few weeks, she's able to string together--mostly--a few basic phrases, and she wants to surprise Bill.

So one evening, after a long afternoon of meetings with his agent, Bill comes home. He looks tired and beat, but tiger is preparing a nice dinner and she greets him at the door with a kiss.

"Hey kid," he says softly, leaning down for another one. Tiger takes a deep breath.

"Hej," she stutters, "vill du ha något att dricka?"

It is, by far, the longest sentence she has ever put together. Bill blinks for a moment, his brows furrowed.

It's a long silence. Tiger shifts awkwardly.

Suddenly, Bill erupts in boisterous laughter--it's loud, it's uncontrolled.

"What?" he asks, incredulous.

"Umm," tiger shifts, biting her lip. "Vill du ha....något...att dricka?"

She stumbles through it again, and Bill laughs so hard he's wheezing.

"Come again?" he chokes out between laughs, "What the fuck language is that?"

"Bill!" she stamps her foot, and then he realizes that she actually looks a little embarrassed, a little defeated, and he takes a second to try and compose himself. He wipes at his eyes, choking back the chuckles that are still flowing out uncontrolled.

"Tiger," he bites his lip to hold in a laugh, "What's happening?"

"I tried learning some swedish," she mumbles, her arms crossed, "I wanted to surprise you.”

"You did surprise me," he holds back his laughs again his lips twitching.

Tiger rolls her eyes and goes to stalk towards the kitchen.

"Alright alright I'm sorry," he cuts off her path and holds his hands up, pulling her in for another kiss. She bites at his lip in spite. "I'm sorry. That was just...that was really funny."

"What did I do wrong?"

"You learned Danish instead."

"Bill!"

"That was the last one, I promise," he chuckles with another kiss, "The...emphasis was just a little off."

She pouts, but he cups her chin.

"First, get the hot potato out of your mouth," he said, "Relax your lips."

"You relax your lips you son of a--"

"Vill du," he interrupts, "Say it."

She repeats.

"Those kind of mush together. Then är något--it's a hard g. Say it."

She does.

"The emphasis is kind of on något. Vill du är något, say it all kind of in one."

She tries, and she gets it.

"Then att dricka. Emphasis on both of those, and stop halfway through dricka to really pronounce it almost like two separate words."

She stumbles a bit through it.

"Again," he encourages. She gets it on the second try.

"Vill du är något att dricka," he says fluidly, and she repeats it verbatim.

"Ja," he says excitedly, "Bra!"

"Excuse me?"

"Bra," he says.

"I'm not wearing one."

"No, tiger," he snickers, "Bra means good."

"Most women would disagree."

Bill sighs, smiling and pulling her in for a hug. He smiles mischievously.

"No bra indeed," he whispers into her ear, and she chuckles and swats at his back.

"Kan jag få min drink?," he says slowly, pronouncing each word. He bites playfully at her neck, but she takes a step back.

"Om..igen?" she asks. He says it again, slower.

"Ja," she smiles, "En martini?"

"Ja," he nods, "My sweet girl. I'll teach you some brand new words tonight."

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard fiction #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard fanfic #bill skarsgard fic

[andy-the-8th]

Given everyone's now grown taller since the story started, about how tall are Sam, Jess, and Cody?

This is a fun ask!

Putting things under a cut just because spoilers (kind of)

(The spoiler in question being that despite the bleak end of Season 4, things do turn out OK)

So as of where we're at in the story (going into senior year of high school):

Jess is 5' 2.5" (but rounds it up to 5'3" if you ask him)

Cody and Sam are both around 5'9" (Cody maybe closer to 5' 9.5" in human form)

With his tail, Cody is well over 6' long, probably closer to 7' from the top of his head to the tips of his fluke

Tbh a lot of this was based on the fact that Whit (David Coulier) is 5'11" and then basing everyone off of that. Cody's much shorter than him in the movie

Like look at him, he's so little, easily only about 5'5" or so, and Sam's around the same height, whereas Jess is exceptionally short by comparison in the movie. I imagined their height proportions would generally stay similar as they grew up.

Not that you asked, but Sean's a little taller, he's around 6'1" by now. He and Cody are around the same height in the movie. Sean and Sam will be 18 in October and September of senior year respectively, so have pretty much hit their adult heights

(not that anyone asked, again, but Sam's birthday is September 17, Sean's is October 12, both 1985 - Sam is getting a birthday episode this season!)

Jess and Cody are only 16 where we're at, but both are pretty close to adult-height as well (they've had birthday episodes - in Cody's case, the whole movie was essentially a birthday episode lol - but for a reminder, Jess is March 2, Cody is May 15, both 1986)

The two slightly-weird height cases (I am turning this into an essay about character heights lol) are actually John Wheatley and Mats Neslund. Brent Briscoe was only 5'9" but I've chosen to write John more like 6'2" or 6'3" if we're using Whit/Dave Coulier as our cast yardstick. Neslund, of course, isn't *actually* Stellan Skarsgard since that was just an actor reference, but if he was, Skarsgard is quite tall at 6'3." Neslund I imagined being somewhat shorter than John, probably more like 6' even.

A word on actor reference photos, I like them to help give characters a general face/appearance to imagine, but they're often still just more of an overview in most cases. The main exceptions to that - as in, I do think that the actor selected would be ideal to play the character as written - would be Stellan Skarsgard for Neslund, Gillian Anderson for Lindsey, Brenda Song for Meredith, and Corbin Bleu for Alex/Sandstorm

I'll also share this screenshot because it really shows how tiny movie-Jess was and also because it's one of my absolute favorite shots in the film :D

#asks #Thank you so much I love asks!!! #my fanfic #the thirteenth year

[verumfm]

━◈ WANTED CONNECTIONS ... three new ones have been added to the page!

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their two younger siblings, which is familial in nature. the records show that they are about 22-28 years old and their photographs look like dylan wang, lu yuxiao, zhao lusi, ju jingyi, fan chengcheng, yan an, song yuqi, xiao dejun, wang ziyi, sun yihan, bi wenjun, shen yue, wang yijin, chen zhuoxuan, wang zhuocheng, chen zheyuan, wu lei, lin yanjun, liu lingzi, any chinese fc in the appropriate age range. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: a lot of haoyu’s siblings’ personalities are utp and we can discuss the details! but their shared backstory is that the li family is local to cynefin and are very rooted to the land. they’re literally just a normal family working normal jobs, with haoyu for example being a blacksmith. they do okay, but i definitely don’t imagine them to be Rich & the eldest two siblings at least probably did not get tertiary education. affinity for khemia across their bloodline is also very poor, but i’m down to discuss one of the siblings potentially being khemia-touched for the #drama because haoyu is very bitter they aren’t. tldr; details utp!

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their employer, which is platonic/professional in nature. the records show that they are about 40+ years old and their photographs look like omar sy, qin lan, michael greyeyes, zahn mcclarnon, aishwarya rai, gabrielle union, lukman sardi, jericho rosales, lucy liu, simone kessell, vera farmiga, alexander skarsgard, sandra oh, maggie q, gong yoo, lupita nyong’o, tessa thompson, alex meraz, pedro pascal, ke huy quan, fan bingbing, joe taslim, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: haoyu apprenticed at the local blacksmith’s forged upon graduating secondary school and has remained working there ever since. haoyu has (or at least had) a pretty good relationship with them, especially since he’s quite disciplined and passionate about his work. i imagine that because haoyu doesn’t have an affinity for khemia, however, it’s hard for him to progress in his career. would love if this muse is trained in transmutation & that is causing a bit of a rift between the two of them—because without khemia, haoyu can’t get to their level. this muse’s personality & how they ended up becoming a blacksmith really are all utp, and i’m more than happy to brainstorm further details.

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their narrative foil/rival, which is antagonistic in nature. the records show that they are about 27-33 years old and their photographs look like go younjung, do kyungsoo, pat chayanit, woo dohwan, melisa asli pamuk, apo nattawin, taz skylar, avan jogia, fady elsayed, sakaguchi kentaro, medalion rahimi, daniel ezra, alisha boe, damson idris, jackson wang, tiana okoye, ryan destiny, kylie verzosa, dilraba dilmurat, clark backo, gong jun, kang haneul, adonis bosso, pinar deniz, ashika pratt, bie thassapak hsu, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: the main thing i’m looking for with this muse is that they have a strong affinity for khemia, particularly in transmutation, which would be something haoyu both hates and envies. i imagine their narratives would parallel and foil each other’s at the same time, but how that is exactly is up for discussion. all i ask is that at present, their relationship is largely antagonistic and Not Great. whether they have history or not can also be discussed! some ideas include but are not limited to an ex student of verum who was an outsider, haoyu’s work rival, a young business owner who takes advantage of their transmutation magic, someone who supplies weapons to the warfront, and many more. basically this dynamic is toxic, biting, and crazy.

#appless rp #town rp #fantasy rp #period rp #magic rp #wc.

[fearsmagazine]

THE CROW | First Trailer, Poster & New Image

Bill Skarsgård takes on the iconic role of THE CROW in this modern reimagining of the original graphic novel by James O’Barr. 

Bill Skarsgård in THE CROW. Photo Credit Larry Horricks, Copyright© 2022 Yellow Flower LLC.

“I was a huge fan of the original film growing up as a kid and was so honored to take on the role of Eric Draven,” said actor Bill Skarsgård. “But really what drew me to it was what Rupert Sanders wanted to do with it. He wanted to completely reimagine the story and the character and tailor it towards a modern audience. It’s a character that I know many revere and have a strong connection to - he is unlike any I’ve ever taken on before. Working with the remarkably talented FKA Twigs was magical. I felt a responsibility to Eric’s story and endeavored to stay true to the spirit of the source material; I can’t wait for the world to see the film, and hope it resonates with audiences as strongly as it did with those of us involved.”

Director Rupert Sanders explained, “The Crow is the original anti-superhero. His story is about tragic loss, about dealing with the pain of everything that comes with losing someone you love, something that all of us have or will encounter at some point in our lives. It is about the dark shadow of grief, about what we would do when something so meaningful is taken from us.

“The original graphic novel is deeply meaningful for so many, and the character, his journey and his need for revenge has inspired a canon of films for the last three decades. Our version goes back to that graphic novel by James O’Barr, who I had the honour of meeting shortly before production, and explores the love story as the primary drive for our film.

“What Alex Proyas did with the Crow in 1994 - and Brandon Lee's iconic embodiment of that character - will forever impact that generation and others to follow. It was a culture-defining film that is beloved to this day and has inspired many other iterations both inside and outside the Crow Universe.

“That film sparked a fire with the youth of that day, a youth who grew up on hard, alternative rock, punk and metal, that binged on MTV and zines. It held a mirror to that generation in the aesthetic of the film, its smoky, rain-drenched streets, stylized and subverted sets, its leather-clad hero and chain wielding villains. It expressed its time in a very specific, music-driven vision, that spoke to a young audience who had never been spoken to in that way. It became a cult classic.

“Our interpretation of James’ work also reflects this young generation, whose tastes and references have changed so dramatically from the original film. Hopefully it speaks to them in their language, with their style and music and hopefully will get them to discover Alex Proyas' film and James O’Barr’s graphic novel, bringing a new audience to the source material.

“For this story is as universal as an epic poem or Greek myth, it deals with the very primal, naturalistic emotions of love, grief and rage and it also deals with the supernatural and physiological imaginings of heaven and hell, the dead and the undead. It explores the great positive force of love and the great negative force of rage and hate that stands in its shadow, it asks what would we do, but also what would we have become by doing so. When Eric slumps to the floor, covered in the blood of the slain, we look deep into his eyes and he asks us...why?

“I am very pleased to have worked with two young actors whose performances are the backbone of this film. Bill Skarsgard is so committed and vulnerable, monstrously violent and delicately tender, he brings so many layers to the complex emotion of a man consumed with so much love and hate, but also a man who will do anything for the woman he loves. He fights, numb with pain and grief, killing and maiming for the one he loves…but to what end? FKA Twigs brings the same unique and wondrous talent that she does to her entire volume of work and her performance and the vacuum created by her absence undoubtedly gives reason for this Crow to be born.”

THE CROW, from Lionsgate, in theaters June 6th, 2024.

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[loliwrites]

Loli! May i please request where Addi and Alex are having starting to have some sexy time and one of their young kiddos run into their room? Thanks!!!!!

Hey Hunni Bunni 🐰 This (and others) have been sitting in my inbox for awhile, huh? Just haven't been too motivated to write lately -- the A&A universe isn't hitting like it used to (and I wish it was).

HOWEVER, we can thank an Instagram video for this because it made me think about this request and how funny/awkward/uncomfortable this would be.

It's been AWHILE. Between having two newly mobile kids and their crazy work schedules, neither of them can remember the last time they had a night to themselves, let alone a night of intimacy. It's like they've been working in different operating systems -- things aren't working. Alex will feel up to the task and initiate but Addi's had a full day of herding children and being touched and prodded and she just... wants not to be. So she brushes him off. Or she's feeling in the mood, and Alex wants so desperately to appease her (and himself), but his anatomy physically fails him. And they're really starting to wonder when things are going to click again. So much so that they carve out time in their joint calendar. Give themselves a WHOLE HOUR labeled for "sex".

And that worked. They saw it in the calendar that morning and it was like something they were working towards. A reward if they could make it through the day. From the moment Alex got home, despite there being a few hours before the planned event, he doted upon Addi and flirted. He stood beside her and kept his hand on her ass while they chatted as she finished up dinner for the kids. So by the time they'd finally gotten the kids to bed, and were back in the privacy of their own room, there wasn't anytime wasted.

The past three hours had been a form of slow foreplay and it was almost as if Alex had planned it being that way so no time would go unused for the main event. Their clothes were off in a matter of moments and Addi swore she heard more than a couple seams rip in their haste.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since they'd closed their bedroom door that Alex was on top of Addi and pressing himself into her. She winced and shut her eyes, and did her best to release the tension she was carrying in her body. Alex buried his face in the crook of her neck and released a deep groan. When he managed to sink in to the hilt, he bit into her shoulder at the feeling of her body squeezing around his length.

"Goddamn, you feel good," he pulled his head back and whispered in between the time it took him to reach her lips for a long, searing kiss.

She whimpered into it as he began thrust in and out of her, and she almost found it embarrassing that had she wanted to, she could've come then and there. It almost made her miss all the times before, when their sex-life didn't have to be planned out. They could do it any time, any place, when the urge struck. The living room floor, the kitchen counter... she remembered more than a few on the balcony which had surely given the neighbors a show. But their lives didn't afford that level of spontaneity. Passion was now planned.

"Harder," she panted and tugged at the hair at the nape of Alex's neck. "Give it to me harder,"

He did so without contemplation. Snapped his hips forward with purpose until Addi shrieked, her body inadvertently working itself away from him. Alex grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and forced them above her head. He smirked and gave her another strong thrust in, much to the same effect.

"Don't sneak away from me, kid," he circled his hips deeper until her body was writhing and she was biting into her lower lip to stifle her yelps. Alex released her wrists and sat back on his knees, his thrusts becoming shorter but not any less deep. He took her hand and pressed it over her lower abdomen, just below her bellybutton. "Feel me all the way up here? Look at you taking all of me like a dirty, little whore,"

The moan that erupted through Addi's chest reverberated through the room. Alex grinned and leaned back down over her. He cupped his hands over the top of her head and buried his face back in her neck, close enough so he could whisper obscene things into her ear.

"Whose dirty whore are you? That's right, you're mine,"

"Gonna come all over me?"

"Come on and I'll go down on you. Lick every last drop up until you come again in my mouth,"

Addi was howling. She was trembling and convulsing, doing her best to string together sentences. But mostly she was just moaning and seeing bright spots in her vision. And then the one thing that had the power to take things, which were at 100, all the way back down to 0...

"Mama, mama!" a little voice grew louder, presumably running down the hallway. Their bedroom door nudged open and the tiny kiddo, stood in the doorway crying, "mama. mama,"

They both looked over the little toddler, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fist. And they both tried to ignore the fact that Alex was throbbing inside of Addi. Alex tugged the bed sheet a little further up to make sure their waists were covered from sight. But shortly upon entering, the kiddo ran up to the side of the bed, tears still pouring from his eyes, his little chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He clawed at the side of the bed, a temperamental beg to be lifted onto it.

"What's going on, bud?" Alex kept a firm grasp on the sheet. The little one's clawing was threatening to pull it down and expose them.

"I heard mama screaming and--and--," his chest bounced in between sobs, "and I thought she was hurt. And no one was answering me," he cried a little harder.

Addi twisted her body and reached out for their kiddo. At the same time, Alex slowly unsheathed himself from her and they both tried to keep their faces as stoic as possible. Though once he'd pulled out of her, and Addi was left with an enormous feeling of emptiness, she looked up at Alex sorrowfully. She lifted the little one up into bed, helped by Alex since she was at an awkward angle. Once the kiddo was sitting on the bed, Alex slid out of it and made off for the dresser.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. That must've been really scary for you," she brushed her fingers through his hair when he nodded. "Mama's not hurt,"

"Then why were you screaming?"

Alex made it back to the bed. He'd already put on a pair of underwear, but he handed Addi a pair of his boxer briefs and one of his shirts. They glanced at each other, unsure of how to answer that question. So Alex crawled back onto the bed and pulled their son back into his chest. He kissed the top of his head and stared at his woman as she slid on his shirt and underwear.

"We were playing around, bud. We thought you were sleeping." Alex hugged the little one but the tiny nugget wiggled out of his arms and crawled back to Addi.

She took him into a hug and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry we scared you,"

"Did papa hurt you?" he sniffled, collecting himself.

"No, papa didn't hurt me," she reached for Alex and coaxed him closer as if to prove to their kiddo that his father hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm okay. See, I'm not hurt," she waited for him to nod. "Can I take you back to bed?"

When he nodded, she did just that. Alex re-positioned himself in bed, turning onto his back with one arm tucked behind his head. He stared at the door thinking if there was a way to salvage their night. Probably not, and he figured it'd be another night of him finishing himself off in the shower. Addi came back into the room and shut the door behind her again. She peeled Alex's shirt off and strode back to bed, gently collapsing onto it and crawling her way up to Alex.

"You're too loud, pretty mama" he murmured with a smile.

"It's not my fault," she slapped his chest playfully. "Your dick's too good, daddy," she dragged her hand down from his chest and to his crotch where his underwear was doing its damnedest to keep his hard-on contained. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed softly, "do you want to continue?"

"Do you?"

Addi shook her head softly but still got up as though she were going to change positions and get between his legs, "but I can get you off? Shouldn't take more than a few minutes," she winked.

Alex grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back down against his chest, "that's okay, I'll just do it in the shower." He looked at her as she tilted her head to the side, "I'm sure."

She nodded and tucked her fingertips beneath his underwear, inching it down until she freed his member and gave him a few gentle strokes. "I'll wait up for you. We can cuddle when you come back?"

"Yes, please. Definitely," he pecked her lips and got out of bed.

He ditched his underwear on his way to the bathroom and before he disappeared out of sight completely, Addi watched him stroke himself a few times. His head rolled to the side and she caught one last glimpse of him as he pulled open the shower door and stepped inside.

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[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #49 - God Jul !

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...

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[raewritesfiction]

Wanna Find Out? [Alexander Skarsgard]

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

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

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard X Female!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal…”

-fin-

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[lovemesomesurveys]

What do you dislike most about winter? Nothing, I love winter.  What is the last song you sang out loud? A worship song yesterday morning while watching my church’s live stream.  Do you believe in aliens? It’s hard to imagine something like that actually existing.  What about ghosts? Yes, but not in the form of Casper. Are there any languages you'd like to learn? I’d like to be fluent in Spanish. 

Have you ever gotten lost? Yes.  What would you change about the world? No violence and hatred.  What's the strangest thing you own? Uhh. I don’t know.  Are you a morning person? Sometimes.  If you could meet anyone, dead or alive.. who would it be and why? Alexander Skarsgard.  What were you doing the last time you were outside? Heading to the hospital. :/ What do you think about most? My health.  How was your day? It’s only 12:49AM, but I imagine today will be like every other long, crappy day here in the hospital.  Do you like spicy food? I used to be obsessed, but I can’t have it anymore. :( I haven’t been able to for like 5 years now. It sucks.  Are you currently listening to music? No. What's the current background on your cell phone of? My lock screen is Alex and my home screen is Grumpy Bear.  Have you ever had surgery? I’ve had several.  Describe your week so far using the first 3 letters of your name: Today is Monday, so it’s just starting.  What's the last thing you spilled on yourself? Water, probably.  What's your ringtone, or do you just keep your phone on vibrate/silent? One that came with the phone.  Do you like your neighbors? I don’t know them, but I don’t have any issues with them.  How would you spend $10,000, or would you save it? My family and I would definitely be taking a nice, long vacation. 

Which is creepier to you, clowns, snakes, or spiders? Spiders and snakes.  Do you still watch disney movies? Yes.  What is love to you? I don’t feel like getting deep right now.  What song describes your mood right now? I don’t know.  What song makes you cry? The acoustic version of Everlong by Foo Fighters.  What song makes you feel happy? Hm. Are you one of those people,(like myself) that listens to music constantly? Not anymore. I used to be for so long and then for some weird reason I stopped the past couple of years. I rarely listen to music now. When was the last time you had a cold? It’s been a few years.  Would you ever volunteer at an animal shelter? I have.  What's one of your favorite quotes from a movie/tv show? I have several.  Have you ever heard of, Twenty One Pilots? Yes.  Who has the most talented vocal skills, in your opinion? There’s a lot of talented vocalists.  What was the last dream you remember having about? It was just really random and weird, as all my dreams tend to be. Do you get distracted easily? I find myself struggling a little with staying focused. That started within the past couple of years.  When is the last time you took a nap? Yesterday.  Have you ever gotten stitches? Yes, many times.  Do you mind having your picture taken, or not so much? Oh, I definitely mind.  Describe the person you last had a long conversation with: She’s hardworking, caring, supportive, loving, sarcastic, smart.  Do you like video games? Yeah. Especially Mario Bros.  Were you a well behaved kid? Yes.  What's an outfit that makes you feel confident? I don’t feel confident in anything.  Do you wear make up? I haven’t the past few years. Is there anything you would like to say to someone but don't know how? Yes.  Do you care about what people think of you? I do, but I will say it’s not as much as I used to.  What time is it currently? 1:09AM. Do you like snow? Yesss.  What's your favorite dish? Wingstop’s garlic parm and lemon pepper boneless wings.

What was the last thing you consumed? A cookie and a Pepsi over 2 months ago.  What do you currently smell? Nothing.  Who/what is always there for you? My family, especially my mom. Would you consider yourself a friendly person? Not overly so. I’m nice enough, ha. Life has hardened me.  What is the last thing you lost? My mind?

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[bisluthq]

Reputation is better as a hardcore stan but honestly? So is 1989! Because if you process Wildest Dreams as fantasy and about that feeling of impossibility that comes with fame, a draft version of DWOHT really, it’s 1000000000x better than a song about Alex Skarsgard fucking her at the One & Only.

Tbh that's true for all of her songs.. They are 100% better when processed as human emotion which is so common rather than her emotion when she fucked somebody..

Sure but with some songs it’s fun to imagine the specifics and to kind of marvel at how detailed a picture she is able to paint with her words. The point I was making is Wildest Dream is INTENTIONALLY vague because it’s set in the realm of the “what could’ve been” so what in the fuck is the point of saying “so who is it about?” It could be about just about anyone and THAT IS THE POINT. It’s a song about what ifs. It’s a song about your holiday fling, or the romance you have just before you are due to leave town, or whatever.

That’s not her every song.

I know I don’t shut up about this one but like the bit in OOTW where they move the furniture is so specific and so VIVID and so deeply early twenties in your first cramped apartments (not that theirs were but I still think they did it). It’s that moment where you’re drunk or maybe a little stoned and the music is playing and you get up to dance and bumping into shit and pushing stuff away and laughing and like, yeah, that feels brief.

Or in ATW (either version) when they dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light.

Or in Gorgeous when she gets drunk and starts to make fun of him.

These are DEEPLY specific moments and it’s super fun to imagine them as they happened to her for the same reason it’s fun to read about why Leonard Cohen didn’t shit up about Marianne BUT the reason they’re so good is they are relatable.

Knowing about the autobiographical details enriches those types of songs: I Saw Her Standing There is better when you know George and Paul both saw her and were both astounded, Birds on a Wire is better after a Hydra biography, Rep is better after you’ve dived into Swiftwyn (maybe I’ll write that biography lmao 😂).

Wildest Dreams is best when you know she wrote it about that feeling when you can’t be with someone 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ but the memories are good.

#nat talks songwriting

[homesoutofhuman]

Imagine Pt 9 ‐ Hotter than hell

WARNING: Smut ahead and from now on, and more swearing, as per usual. (I just like the idea of Bill saying fuck OK?)

Listened to this as inspiration Hotter than Hell Dua Lipa 

You find Bill in a familiar part of the house, the den, where you spent so many evenings together while Alex was away shooting; talking, watching films, drinking, and now you realise, getting irrevocably closer.

He is sitting on the couch smoking and lost in thought.

“Bill!” you exclaim, “you’re not supposed to smoke in the house”

He looks up at you, amazed “that’s what you’re worried about right now?”

You catch his eye, realising the ridiculousness of your outburst and despite yourself, a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

He snorts with ironic amusement, stubbing out the cigarette and beckons you nearer.

You perch on the sofa next to him, reluctant to get too close as if he were a dangerous animal. And he is you muse.

He strokes your back, disregarding personal space.”I’m sorry about my outburst in the kitchen.”

He turns puppy dog eyes on you. “I just...du driver mig till vansinne..you drive me crazy..I can’t fucking think straight.”

Running a large hand through his dark hair he groans as if in pain.

“I’m...I’m sorry..” you start, although the words don’t seem to ring true.

He puts a finger to your lips then replaces it with his mouth, almost devouring you in his desperation, pulling you against his chest and pulling at your t‐shirt.

Getting it over your head he kisses down your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point and eyeing the necklace that now lies against your bare skin.

“Lie back...I want to make you come wearing only that fucking thing…”

You feel a shiver run through your whole body...you know this boy...and he doesn’t scare you..but sometimes this dark side of him is what pulls you in, what makes you crave him more than you crave your own husband.

You let yourself fall back into the cushions, inching out of your jeans. Bill growls in impatience, pulling them off you and throwing them aside.

For a second you panic..thinking of Alex waiting..but you know you have some time yet.

“Hurry Bill…”

Forest green eyes stare at you for a few moments then Bill starts to kiss down your body slowly at first, then with more urgency.

Those lips...you remember looking at them the first time and thinking they were good for only one thing.

Bill grips your thighs and parts them, moving between to do exactly what you had imagined, his tongue soft and wet and smooth.

“Think of me….only me..” he nips your thigh then resumes his work between your legs, eager and greedy.

“When he’s touching you..only me…”

He looks up  from between your legs. You’re naked except for the necklace that lies on your chest, his hand comes up to caress your breasts and his fingers brush the diamonds sparkling there.

“When you come...only..me…”

Bill moves long fingers inside you and combined with that mouth on you brings you to a shuddering orgasm.

He goes suddenly silent and watches you in fascination as your body convulses in pleasure you let out a louder moan than you meant to.

Bill moves up, eyes on fire, putting his hand over your mouth “Shush beautiful...”

You rock into him, ripples still running through your body and feel him, hard against your hip.

“Let me…” you lick his palm and feel him buck against you with a whimper.

“God...i want you...so fucking much but we don’t have time..”

He moves off you, handing you your shirt.

You pout, feeling vulnerable in your afterglow and pull it on.

“Got bored of me already? Like Alex did...”

He moves, quick as lightning and kisses you hard and deep.

“D...don’t...don’t..say that..”

Gazing in your eyes he talks low and breathless “the things I want to do to do you will take hours...and i don’t want to have to rush.”

You swallow, throat dry from moaning so much and move on shaky legs to retrieve your jeans.

“I have to go now…”

He nods, shifting uncomfortably in his own jeans and avoiding your eyes.

As you move out the door, world still spinning in front of your eyes you see him light up another cigarette. You long to go back, to stay with him, but you know you have to face Alex, and you really, really have some thinking to do.

#bill skarsgard #bill #bill-skarsgård-imagine #alex skarsgard imagine #my imagines

[emmyrosee]

Me again:) I wanted to ask if you could write something about the little girl having at her kindergarten a daddy daugther dance and she really wants Alex and Bill to go with her but she is too shy to ask them. So the night before so the reader finds a flyer of the event in her backpack and she is conflicted in asking both of them to accompany her daughter to the dance. Alex and Bill find out and surprise not only the little one but reader too by coming to the dance event. Please?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *deep inhale* HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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you knew that they'd take her in a heart beat. that was never a concern that crossed your mind.

but you never knew just how honored and excited the two of them were at the prospect of accompanying their little friend to a dance where they could be acknowledged further, as a family, until you walked into your home, leah's small hand in yours and a bag of groceries in the other, and saw the rose petals adorning the threshold of your home and trailing into the living room. the scent of the petals hit your nose immediately, and while you wanted to relish in the sweet scent, your little girl had other desires, wondering who was luring you both into the living room.

you have to go through those "stranger danger" steps again, clearly.

"mommy, mommy, look!" she squeals, picking up a flurry of petals and tossing them around, and you try your hardest to ignore the mess being made. she tugs your arm harder, and you follow the small little girl and the petals into the living room where your two best friends stood, bodies standing next to each other and clad in expensive looking tuxedos.

"you look so pretty!" leah calls out to them before dashing over to the brawny dane, who crouches down to meet her eager embrace. alex grins and plants a wet kiss on leah's cheek, causing the five-year old to giggle, "pretty handsome, right?"

"extremely," you finish, slowly stalking over to bill with a grateful smile on your face. "you found the invitation, didn't you?" you hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. bill snickers, "not like you tried hard to hide it; i mean, come on- in the pocket of her jacket? seriously? you know i religiously clean fruit snacks out of that thing, momma."

alex stops his playing with leah to give you both a dramatic sigh, "and as hurt as we are that you didn't want us to the daddy-daughter dance-"

"i diiiiid!" leah whines. "mommy said no!"

"leah!" you snort, offended at your daughter's willingness to completely disregard what you had actually said: they probably both want to go, and she should save them the heartache and keep it a secret.

not a complete 'no,' anyways.

"regardless," alex tries to hide his snickering. "we want to go. and we're taking you both. because that's what families do."

and while leah only cheers in excitement, her small arms wrapping around alex's thick neck, all you can do is shake your head and wrap your own arm around bill's waist, "where am i supposed to find us a dress?"

"i got you both one!" alex says, almost offended you that you expected him to not think of everything.

"how do you know my dress size!"

he grins cheekily, "the times you've gotten wine drunk and i've had to zip those damned things off of you-"

"alex!"

"what!"

#okay i dont want to talk about the trash ass ending but this was so fun to write 🥺❤ #the leah-verse #alex hogh andersen #alex hogh andersen x reader #alex hogh andersen fluff #alex hogh andersen x reader fluff #alex hogh andersen imagine #aha #aha x reader #aha fluff #aha x reader fluff #aha imagine #alex høgh andersen #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard fluff #bill skarsgard x reader fluff #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgård fluff #bill skarsgård imagine