#alexander skarsgård x reader

[likeahorribledream]

Baby fangs

SUMMARY: Newly turned and without a maker to guide you, you run to the only vampire bar you know in the hopes that one of them would be able to help you. Things don’t go as planned.

PAIRING: Eric Northman x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.1k (oops)

WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, mentions of draining vampires, murder, death, violence. A little bit of Sookie hate (sorry)

REQUEST: Eric comes home and finds you crying, he does his best to comfort you. + his scent calms you down.

NOTES: This is my first time writing for Eric, please be kind.

18+. Minors DNI

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Being the sheriff of area five meant that Eric had to travel for a few days to meet with the sheriffs from the other areas on top of working every night at Fangtasia with Pam. He was a very busy man but that’s exactly how he liked it, although he wasn’t against a few days off especially since he met you. Normally his only down time was during the day while he rested but ever since he had met you, another vampire, he takes nights off to be able to spend time with you. Pam didn’t really understand why he’d want to do that instead of feeding on their customers, but she wasn’t really complaining. With Eric gone, it meant more ladies for her. She even found it refreshing to see her maker with someone other than the insufferable waitress, Bill’s human, Sookie Stackhouse. She never liked the woman and doesn’t think it will ever change. She understands the appeal for her blood, the fairy in her tasted fantastic, but her as a person? Hard pass.

She didn’t like you either, aside from Eric and herself she didn’t like anyone, but she tolerated having you around.

You used to be human, as all vampires once were, and got turned unexpectedly a few nights after the vampires had officially came out of the coffin. You weren’t really shocked to hear about the existence of vampires, truthfully it explained a lot, and you were certainly not joining the war against them. You thought they had as much a right to be around as anybody else. Hell, some of them had been around for hundreds of years. Who were you to say that they weren’t allowed to live a normal vampire life? You supported them and their rights from the get go.

One night as you were walking back to your apartment after working all day, you got attacked by a vampire whose only goal was to turn as many humans as possible, make them join the “right” side. He bit, drained and killed you only to leave you to fend for yourself afterwards.

Your family wasn’t as accepting of vampires as you were, they weren’t accepting at all, and so you knew that going home wasn’t an option. It didn’t matter that you came back to life, to them you were dead. Thankfully, who you become when you turn into a vampire is an amplified version of who you were as a human being and once you got a handle on your hunger you were able to rationalize your situation and you decided to head to Shreveport, Louisiana. You had heard through the grapevine that there was a vampire bar there that was thriving, that had been thriving for years undetected, maybe you could find help amongst them. Maybe you’d be able to find a charitable soul, an older vampire who would be willing to take you under his wing, no pun intended, and show you the ropes.

Little did you know that the vampires who ran Fangtasia, the vampire bar, were not the helpful kind. Eric barely gave you the time of day and Pam laughed in your face before walking away, talking to herself in a language you didn’t understand but you were sure that she wasn’t saying nice things about you. Only Chow Lin, the other owner of the bar, took some pity on you and offered you a job so that you could afford to buy a place and that way you’d be able to feed without having to hunt.

You hated to feed on humans. Never in your life had you done anything that would hurt somebody else. You were the sweet girl that always had something nice to say to everyone, always had the perfect words to make others feel better, you stood up for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves and now you were forced to hurt people to live. Life wasn’t fair.

In the beginning, you tried to keep to yourself as much as possible. You avoided Eric and Pam, if they forgot you were there then they couldn’t think about firing you and honestly they kind of scared you. You got into a simple routine of working all night, going home before the sun rose and sleeping all day before getting up to go back to work. You didn’t know anybody and you made no efforts to try to make friends. Friends were for the living.

Unfortunately for you, your bosses were two of the biggest troublemakers in Louisiana and trouble followed them everywhere. It wasn’t uncommon for other vampires to barge in before the doors were opened and after they were closed. Cleaning up was always difficult when the bosses were in town. Still, you kept to yourself and minded your business.

Until you just couldn’t.

Your discreet nature made it that people usually forgot that you were there or they didn’t notice you altogether, which often worked in your favor.

You had been left alone to clean up and finish the inventory for the night. You were keeping busy in the back room because you knew that Eric was alone in the main room and you didn’t feel like having him watch you. Well, he wasn’t technically alone as he had one of the customers stay with him so that he could feed on her. You were doing a pretty job of focusing on your task at hand instead of thinking about Eric feeding, until crashing noises and a long growl coming from your boss pulled you out of thoughts. You stopped what you were doing and hurried to the door to see what was going on. If your heart had been beating, it would have been pounding out of your chest from the scene in front of you. The girl who Eric had been feeding on was now accompanied by two men who had, somehow, managed to put a few silver chains on the vampire before he could stop them. You were still a baby vampire, as Chow liked to say, but you could recognize a draining kit from miles away and that is exactly what you saw the woman open next to Eric’s burning flesh.

You were mad at yourself for not having heard them coming in. You had enhanced hearing now, you should have heard those chains way before the men even walked into the bar.

You looked around, helpless, hoping for some kind of miracle that you weren’t alone in the bar but of course everybody had left over an hour ago. As you glanced around and thought of a plan, your eyes met Eric’s. You thought he would throw you under the bus so that he could be free, after all you were of no value to him whatsoever, but shockingly he discreetly motioned for you to leave.

You quietly backed up into the room and took off your bartending apron. You grabbed Chow’s wooden baseball bat instead and gripped it tightly, not enough to break it just enough to center yourself.

You couldn’t believe you were about to risk your life for a man that didn’t care about you, but you couldn’t just let them drain him. Your reflexes weren’t great, you were nowhere near as strong as Eric, Pam or Chow but you at least needed to try to do something. Hopefully the element of surprise would be helpful to your, not so, master plan.

You don’t know whether it was the fear of what might happen if you messed up or you finally embracing your vampire being, but you hit them all quick and hard enough for the three of them to be knocked out on the floor before they could alert each other of your presence.

Eric was laying on the ground, his flesh burning under the silver, and somehow found a way to smirk. “You’re improving, but I had the situation under control.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you walked over to him, kneeling next to him to carefully remove all the chains that were on him, burning yourself in the process.

He hissed loudly and his fangs propped out from the pain, and two minutes later it’s as if nothing had even happened, he was completely healed and getting up. “You should have left.” He told you, his tone of voice letting you know that he wasn’t happy, nor grateful, with your intervention.

“I couldn’t just let them drain you.” You shrugged, standing back up now that your hands were healed.

“I had the situation under control.”

“So you’ve said. It sure didn’t look that way from where I was standing.” You muttered to yourself, forgetting that he could hear you perfectly.

“I would have left you.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” Your tone was harsh, you knew he was only telling the truth but it still stung a little to hear him say that.

“I’m not a good vampire.” He simply answered, as if it explained everything.

“I didn’t know there was such a thing.” You looked away from his deep blue stare, feeling as if he could look right into your soul. If you still had one, you weren’t clear on that.

“You’re a good vampire.” His smirk was back, until the woman on the floor groaned as she began to stir awake.

You were surprised by the compliment, though you weren’t able to comment on it before Eric was fangs deep into the girl’s carotid. Deciding that you had done more than enough for the night, you left Eric to his own idea of revenge and to clean up his own mess for once.

After that night Eric became… curious. He wanted to know more about you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t hesitated to stay and help him when he had clearly given you an out or maybe it was because, unlike most vampires, you didn’t seek his attention. Nevertheless, he grew curious about you. Every night as he sat on his precious throne to overlook the crowd, he couldn’t help but study you from a distance while you worked behind the bar. He hadn’t noticed how dedicated and focused you were while you worked before, it’s definitely a quality he appreciated. He was a hard working man himself, after all.

Pam noticed her maker’s new found interest almost right away and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes every time she caught him staring at you. She comforted herself with the thought that at least you weren’t that damn Sookie Stackhouse. At least you weren’t human.

After a few weeks of him “creeping” from afar, Pam’s words, he decided that he had enough and he started to greet you every time your paths crossed. Which was often since he had memorized your work routine so that he could bump into you as often as possible.

“Good night, baby.” He called after you just as you were getting ready to leave for the day.

You had stopped in your tracks, arching your brow as you turned around. “Excuse me? I’m not your baby.”

He chuckled, then smiled. “I never said anything about you being mine. Although I wouldn’t say no to that. I was calling you baby, because you’re a baby vamp. That’s all.”

“Oh.” If you had still been human you’re sure your cheeks would have heated up from embarrassment. You decided to ignore his odd flirting as you apologized. “I’m sorry. Good night.” You didn’t give him time to add anything else as you left quickly to avoid another awkward moment with your boss and sheriff.

He kept using the pet name every time he talked to you, though you had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fact that you were a new vampire, he simply used that as an excuse. You tried to resist his charm but it was hard when someone as gorgeous as him smiled at you in the most charming way each time your eyes met.

Eric would only admit it if he was being silvered, but he had grown fond of you. You were so very different from all the vampires he had met in his lifetime, hundreds of years of meeting vampires and he had never come across one that was as kind and good hearted as you. It should have disgusted him but for some odd reason it did the opposite.

One of the rules at Fangtasia was that vampires weren’t allowed to glamor anyone to feed. It was more than a rule actually, it was the law for all vampire/human establishments and if the owners didn’t enforce the law and got caught they would get shut down. Pam, Chow and Eric all had worked too hard to lose their bar over something so stupid so they always made sure that it was respected.

You had caught vampires more than once as they tried to get away with it and so far none of them had been a problem. Once they got caught they simply stopped and moved on. It was a part of your job to keep an eye on the human customers to make sure they were safe, you had been human yourself not so long ago so it was very easy for you to read their emotions and facial expressions. You could tell just from their body language whether you needed to intervene or not.

A few weeks after the silver incident, that’s what you were calling it in your head, you were a little more alert than you had been before and though sometimes you felt like you were trying too hard to find a problem with some of the customers, there was one vampire that had all of your attention. Something didn’t feel right with him, he was trying too hard to seem nice and sweet. His whole vibe was off and it made you keep a closer eye on him. It took less than an hour for you to catch him trying to glamor some poor man sitting down at the bar. You didn’t hesitate before grabbing a cocktail menu and slamming it as hard as you could on the bar top to break both their trances.

“Anyone fancy a drink?” You offered as innocently as you could.

As soon as they broke eye contact, the human left running while the vampire glared at you. “Stupid bitch.” He hissed at you through clenched teeth.

“Excuse you?!” You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring back at him.

“Stupid bi-“ He started to repeat, louder this time, before he got his face slammed nose first on the countertop.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I rip your fangs out.” Eric growled as he held the vampire’s head down. “This is my bar and you will respect my rules, and my staff.” He pressed down until he heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking. “I don’t hear you agreeing.” He said with a low, threatening voice.

You were shocked. You had never seen Eric this angry, not even when he got attacked by drainers. You had to admit that you were glad he got involved because you had a feeling the vampire was not the kind to let things go, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had jumped over the bar to fight you.

The vampire nodded as best as he could with his face pressed up like it was, and only then did Eric let him go. Your boss was taller than anyone you had ever seen in your life, vampire or not, it was easy for him to be intimidating.

Chow did his part by kicking him out of the bar and you did yours by wiping the blood off from the counter.

“Thank you.” You said quietly to Eric as you wiped, you didn’t have to speak louder, you knew he’d heard you.

He simply nodded once to let you know he had indeed heard you before going back to his seat in the middle of the room. Once he was seated again, everything went back to normal and everyone danced and drank like nothing ever happened.

You only saw Eric again after the bar had closed down and you were cleaning everything up to go home before dusk. He walked by you on his way out, only stopping to warn you to be careful.

“Be aware of your surroundings on your way home. Vampires aren’t known for their good tempers.” Then he turned his eyes to Chow. “Are you good here? I have something to do.”

Chow nodded, signaling that he had everything under control and in the blink of an eye, Eric was gone. Unknowingly leaving you terrified to go home. You might be an enhanced individual now, but you were very young and it would be easy for any older vampire to overpower you in any kind of situation.

You did as you were told, staying hyper aware of your surroundings on your way home. You felt so much anxiety that you almost felt human again. Weak and vulnerable to the creatures that lurk in the dark, as if you weren’t one of them. You were relieved once you got to your apartment building, until you got to your apartment door.

The lock had been forced and the door kicked in. You would have been furious if you weren’t so scared.

You closed your eyes for a millisecond, just to give yourself enough courage and then you walked in. Your fangs were out and fists were closed at your sides, ready to defend yourself against anyone, or anything, that had broken into your home.

You jumped out of your skin when the lights turned on and you found Eric sitting at your kitchen table with an amused smirk on his lips.

“What the hell?” You ask, annoyed with your boss as you finally allowed yourself to relax.

“I like to be dramatic.” He shrugged. “Put those baby fangs away, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

You glared at him but did as he told you anyway. “Did you need to kick in my door?”

“I did, actually. Now that you’re getting into fights with other vampires I wanted to see if you could protect yourself. Clearly you can’t.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “Ordinary locks on your door that wouldn’t even keep a human out, not a single weapon in the apartment. You’re barely protecting yourself from sunlight.” He jerked a thumb to the closet behind him. “Your windows have cardboards and a flimsy sheet on them, and you sleep in a closet.”

You were beyond embarrassed as Eric listed all the things you were doing wrong, you couldn’t help but get defensive. “Well we don’t all have a fortune, not everyone can afford a coffin and light tight houses.” You crossed your arms defensively over your chest, frowning harder and harder with every word.

Eric rose to his feet and took a few steps toward you, until he was close enough to grab your chin between his index finger and his thumb to make you look up at him. “Put the claws away, sweetheart. Where is your maker? Why aren’t they taking care of you?”

You shrugged as you looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Simply that I don’t know who my maker is, or where they are.”

Eric swore under his breath and let go of your chin. “Go grab your things, you’re coming with me until we find you somewhere better.”

You tried to tell him no, to explain that you’re fine on your own but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak Eric glared at you until you closed your mouth and did exactly as you were told.

Though his house was beautiful, what really impressed you is how secure it was for vampires. You had a pretty good idea of how protected it would be, Eric wasn’t born yesterday after all, but you never could have imagined that.

All rooms could turn light tight with the push of a single button, his front door was heavier than a car; making it impossible to just kick it in, but most importantly the rooms were underground. You didn’t need a coffin when you were six feet under, protected by tons of cement and no windows to let the sun in. For the first time since you were turned, you’d be able to sleep in a bed. A real bed.

By the time you got to his home, it was time to hide for the day until it was safe for you to go back upstairs.

As soon as the sun disappeared for the night, Eric woke you up and asked you about your maker again. You told him what you remembered from the night you were turned; you got attacked on your way home from work and whoever did it turned you and left you to fend for yourself.

Eric was furious. New vampires need their makers, it was just plain cruel to leave a new vampire to their own devices.

From that moment on, he promised to take you under his wing and teach you everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure why he was helping you, but you weren’t about to question it. It felt good to have someone to talk to, to have someone take care of you.

Eric only grew more protective over you as time went by. It took only a few months for him to fall in love with you. He had never meant someone like you before, especially not vampires. Most people become darker versions of themselves once they turn, but not you. You still had a good heart and you were as kind as anyone could ever ask for. You amazed him, he was completely wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. It drove him crazy.

Pam knew of Eric’s feelings for you, of course. He couldn’t hide anything from her, even if he tried to. She was annoyed that he had fallen for yet another good girl, but at least you she could tolerate; unlike that Stackhouse girl. She didn’t get involved, kept her mouth shut; not by choice but because she had been commanded to by Eric. He was working so hard to show you that he could be good, that he could be worthy of you, he didn’t need Pam ruining all of his efforts with one of her sly comments.

When Eric finally asked you out on a date, you honestly thought he was joking. You laughed, hard. You were 100% sure that he was teasing you, he had been flirting with you on most days but you took it with a grain of salt. That’s just who Eric was, a charmer. The vulnerable look in his eyes stopped you dead in your tracks and you suddenly felt like a horrible person for laughing so hard.

“I’d love to.” You said before you gave yourself a moment to really think about it.

Vampires couldn’t really go out to eat at a restaurant, so instead Eric gave you the night off from the bar and took you for a walk outside. You had been spending a lot of time together since he broke into your apartment, he had been teaching you everything you needed to know about being a vampire; taking a walk together wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable as you had plenty of things to talk about. One thing you loved about your friendship with the blonde viking is that there was never a dull moment or a lull in the conversation.

That was the first of many successful dates.

You were the first person Eric took on a date in all his years of living and being undead. He usually only seduced whoever he was fancying at the time, got them down and dirty and then moved along to the next person that would pique his curiosity.

You were different, he couldn’t explain to you why but he felt like he needed to treat you right. You were the queen to the king that he never really got a chance to be.

It didn’t take long before everyone knew you were his and that whoever would be crazy enough to lay a finger on you would be done, but not before suffering for hours and even days. He wanted to make sure that whenever he had to leave town for his sheriff duties, no one would try to mess with you.

He usually never left for longer than a few days at a time, but 6 months after you started dating he had to leave for a full 3 weeks. Which was the longest you had to go without seeing each other since the day you walked into Fangtasia. You weren’t feeling too good about it, not because you didn’t trust Eric or you feared something might happen to him; though the thought always stayed at the back of your head because it was still a possibility. With all of his trips out of town, you had come to the conclusion that without Eric by your side you were truly, and terrifyingly so, alone. The longest you two had been apart was 5 days, and once the one week mark passed on his latest work trip the feeling of loneliness truly settled.

You could call him, he had said over and over that you could but you didn’t. He’s incredibly busy on these trips and you never want him to waste time on you. Though, he’d definitely be mad if he heard you talk this way about yourself.

Your mood got worse with every day that passed, and things took a darker turn a week before Eric was planning to come home.

He could feel your mood getting worse, he had drunk some of your blood right before leaving so that he could know that you were ok. You had so much sadness in your heart that it broke his. All he wanted to do was come home and hold you but he couldn’t, and it was killing him.

When there was only a week left of his trip, he could tell that something was wrong with you. It went beyond just being sad or lonely; you were hurt. He couldn’t ignore it anymore. He simply faked a vampire emergency back home and left as quickly as he could. He tried to call you several times but you never picked up the phone, and of course no one answered at Fangtasia either. To say he was in a foul mood would have been the understatement of the year.

His instincts told him to go straight home, so that’s what he did. He barely even took the time to lock the door behind himself or drop his bags on the floor before he started looking for you. It wasn’t hard really, he just had to listen. The water was running, which meant you were in the shower upstairs.

It took him only a few seconds before he was in the bathroom and taking his clothes and shoes off to join you.

You were sitting on the shower floor, crying quietly as the water washed away your bloody tears down the drain. Your back was against the wall and you were holding your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible. Almost as if you were trying to disappear.

Eric sat next to you and took you in his arms in record times, sitting you down on his lap as he sat back against the wall. “Lover, what’s wrong?” He frowned as he looked you over, trying to find any hint as to why you were so miserable.

“Nothing.” You sniffled and hid your face in his neck. “It’s stupid.” You mumbled against his skin.

“Tell me.” He kissed your forehead and made you look back up to him. “Who do I need to kill for making my sweet love cry?”

You shook your head. “It was just a really bad day.” You sighed and looked down at his collarbone, you couldn’t tell him what happened while looking in his eyes. “Sookie and Bill came at the bar, they made some stupid comment that the only reason you’re even interested in me is because they are together, otherwise you’d be all over Sookie.” You bit your lower lip before continuing. “And I told Pam and she said that it was probably true. It reminded me that without you I’m just alone.” Your tears were falling more rapidly, covering the white floor in red. “I went to go see my family, because I missed them and I was hoping they would be happy to see me.” You sobbed quietly. “They weren’t. They hate me. They said that their daughter died and that I am just a monster that looks like her.”

Eric was so incredibly angry. Why was anyone going out of their way to hurt you? You were so incredibly kind and nice to everyone, you didn’t deserve to feel badly about yourself. He moved his head down until your eyes met and he smiled at you. “Sookie, Bill and Pam don’t know what the fuck they are talking about. Do you know the last time I was living with a girlfriend? There isn’t a last time because you are the first person I moved in with and my first girlfriend. And the last. I don’t even like the word girlfriend. You are so much more than that ridiculous name. You are my love. I don’t care about Sookie Stackhouse.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have friends either, as I’m sure you could tell.” He smiled playfully at you. “I have you.”

“And Pam.” You reminded him, quietly as your tears started to slow down.

“Pam is my progeny, our bond is different. I hate seeing you like this, I wish I could take your pain away.” He sighed as he saw the hurt in your eyes. “If it’s any consolation, you have me. I’m not going anywhere. I have been on this earth for hundreds of years and I plan on sticking around for a few hundreds more. I am yours, and yours only.”

“You promise?” You whispered.

“I promise, lover.” He whispered back before pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss. He was being even more loving and attentive than usual, feeling you needed it more than ever. “Are you mine?” He asked with a smirk, as you hid your face into his neck again because of the devilish look in his eyes. His confidence always intimidated you, especially while you’re naked and vulnerable in his arms.

“Yes.” You answered before breathing in his scent, and your body relaxed as soon as you did.

“Promise?” He kissed your temple, bringing you closer to his chest.

“Promise.”

Maybe having only Eric in your life wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

#eric Northman #eric Northman x reader #true blood #alexander skarsgard #Alexander skarsgård x reader #Alexander skarsgård

[harley-kwinn]

Cheater

word count: 1k

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

pairing: alexander skarsgård x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wondered, if he was worth it all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't worth it all, was he?

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[previouslyonwhoisfashionspitta]

ATLANTA SEASON 3 FINALE.

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[ibuprofenaddic]

YALL THEY SAYING ALEXANDER GOT A C*MSHAWT IN INFINITY POOL

its like all over twitter… no pun intended

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[devilfulmarina]

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[frankcastleonlyfans]

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[another-day-another-crime]

Welcome to Creator's Purgatory!

Now that you've somehow found yourself here, lets do a quick blog introduction.

What will I find here? Social Media edits, moodboards and blurbs for varying fandoms

Is there a directory of posts? Yes, here it is -> Map of Purgatory

Who will I find edits for? Chris Evans (and some characters) Alexander Skarsgard Keanu Reeves (primarily characters) *other personalities to be added soon

I'd like to request and edit, can I do that? Yes! Requests for edits, moodboards and blurbs are welcome until further notice! Disclaimer: I reserve the right to turn down requests

Rules: (1) No discriminatory language or comments directed to the creator or anyone else interacting on this blog. (2) Absolutely no reposting of my content, reblogs however, are welcome. (3) Requests should ideally be on personalities listed above, but if you're interested in seeing something for someone that isn't there, feel free to reach out and see if I'll do it. Please note that is not an indication that I will take requests for any character/actor.

#chris evans #alexander skarsgård x reader #bruce wayne #keanu reeves #social media au

[fiberslut]

Always in Powers

Pairing: Lukas Matsson x roy!reader

This is just a headcanon about being the youngest Roy sibling

You’re just holding a meeting while some unknown number pops up on your phone. You excuse yourself and answer to that number to hear Marcia’s voice. ‘Your father needs you’ she says, ‘I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, I don’t have a father’ ‘He’s offering you to be the CEO’ ‘What happened to Ken and Rome?’ ‘Let’s discuss about it when you’re here, next month is your father’s birthday remember?’ ‘As I said, I don’t have a father’ ‘See you soon’ and then she hung up

You have no idea what does he want. He’s ignored you for 22 years of your life but now he wanted to see you? and offering you to be the CEO of Waystar?

At a very young age, you’ve lived in the same house as Connor, Kendall, Roman, and Shiv. But one day your father hit you for some unknown reason, your mom knew about it, fired a restraining order against Logan, divorced him, and moved you two back to your mom’s country.

From that day on, you would go by her last name.

Since your mom is a very famous actress/model in your country, that made you’re also in the limelight too.

You hate Logan. Hate how he treated you and your mom. Hated how he never fought to get you back. Hate how he never calls on your birthday. Hate how he never said ‘Happy birthday kid’ to you. Hate how you would have no one to celebrate Father’s Day with.

That’s why you always work so hard, and be able to graduate double degree from Harvard Business School and Harvard Law School at the age of 22. And since you’re famous (thanks to your mom) you have a lot of celebrity friends, which helps with your clothing company to be successful and to be accepted worldwide.

Now you’re in Italy for Caroline’s wedding. But Logan wants you to go with him and Roman to talk about business with this Matsson guy.

He is a very interesting guy. Not like what you have in mind about tech bro.

Lukas couldn’t stop looking at you while talking with Logan. Rome sees it too and he’s not happy about it.

While you’re on the boat back to the wedding venue, some odd numbers appear on your phone, you answer it and it’s Lukas. ‘How did you get my number Mr. Matsson?’ Rome hears that and signal you to hang up the phone, while Logan is smiling in a victorious way.

‘He’s not going to give you CEO’ Kendall says, ‘From what Roman told me, he’s obviously using you to woo Matsson’ ‘No he’s not, he promised me’ you argue back, ‘He promised me too’ Shiv adds

From that day on you’ve talked and texted with Lukas every day. You find him so laid back and funny not like any guys you’ve dated.

You are Roman’s favorite, he’s the only one who visits you every year, so since you’re back in New York, you usually hang out at Roman’s place.

‘What are you smiling at?’ Roman asks ‘Don’t tell me it’s that Swede again, aren’t you dating that Denmark prince?’ ‘He’s a Count and no we’re not dating’ ‘It’s creepy, Matsson is too old for you’ ‘Um, I don’t think you should be the one to lecture me about what is creepy or what is not huh Mr. send-your-dick-pic-to-dad’

When you’re free of meeting, you will fly to Sweden. You and Lukas have developed a serious relationship. ‘What if I buy your dad’s company?’ He asks. ‘There is a cheaper way to impress me Lukas’ ‘No I’m serious’ ‘Then you should buy ATN too’ ‘Wouldn’t that destroy him?’ ‘That’s my point’

You were at Connor's side when you heard the news. That Logan is dead while he's on the plane to meet Lukas. You felt empty, just blank, not any hint of sadness. You saw Kendall, Roman, and Shiv were crying and saying I love you Dad at the phone. They're devastated at the news and couldn't do the interview, so it was you to do it.

Your sibling didn't have time to mourn Logan's death that much since Lukas invited them and the company to Norway.

You were excited, you and Lukas agreed to make your relationship official at the retreat.

Everyone was so shocked except Roman, he saw it coming since the first day. Kendall totally couldn't accept it, he refused to talk to you all day. Shiv just looked at you in disbelief but didn't say anything.

You love this retreat, you always ask Greg to be your photographer for your Instagram. Lukas hates how you are always with Greg when you should be next to him.

So he asks Greg who he is and insulted him in Swedish in front of his friends. You get mad at him for talking about your family like that. You and Lukas have a fight and you ended up leaving the retreat that afternoon and flying back to New York to help Connor with the funeral.

You haven't heard from him until the funeral day. You saw him with Shiv and that totally sums up everything for you. You ignore him all morning just to end up being pulled away into the dark corner of the church, him kissing you passionately and saying he's sorry and how much he's missed you.

So that week he stayed with you at your penthouse and he proposed to you.

He has you by his side while taking a group photo as GoJo successfully bought Waystar and ATN. You showing your new engagement ring as your new chapter of life is about to start as a wife and an American CEO of Waystar.

#succession #succession imagine #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson #lukas matsson imagine #lukas matsson x roy!reader #roy!reader #roy siblings #succession au #alexander skarsgård #succession hbo #succession fanfic

[voxmortuus]

Hi! It’s me the anon requesting for the dark fic about Alexander.. and honestly, write whatever makes you inspired about haha it’s up to you. He played a character in the stand as Randall Flagg so maybe something with that character?! Thank you 😍

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Randall Flagg x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Stand ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 4.5k ⇘ SUMMARY:⇙ All your life you've been seeing this man with a smiley faced pin in your dreams, well the end has come, and you're left with a choice. Tired, hungry, thirsty, and alone, you decide to take the kindness of one Randall Flagg under the impression that it's what you wanted. Agreeing to stay things quickly take a turn for the worst and you are forced to become his incubator. ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ None of these trigger warnings are in order, so just read them and remember then as you read this. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT | Talk of Murder | Manipulation | Persuading for reader to keep drinking | Sexual coercion and Rape | Slapping both reader and reader slapping him | Spitting | Fighting Reader | Unprotected PiV | Choking Reader | Slamming Reader against glass window & floor | Hinted that reader has a violent past | Reader's face gets held down by boot | Abuse to Reader | Threatening Reader's life | Threatening Reader w/knife | Stabbing Reader | Blood & Blood Play | Captive Reader | Reader gets chained to bed | Reader is forced into breeding | Forced Impregnation | Forced groping | Forced inebriation | Forced Threesome | Unknowing drugging of reader | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ I hope this brings you some joy. Also I'm sorry if this is just horribly written. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IN STORY DIVIDER:⇙ @voxmortuus ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @punksimulationn ⇘ TAGGING:⇙ @lenareallylovestoread ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

It was a long walk from Winthrop, WA. Not to mention utterly trying, at this point, you were no stranger to death, let alone having to protect yourself. This outbreak made people go bananas. From people wanting to kill you, rape you, likely wanting to eat you, to those trying to tell you to seek out Mother Abigail, and those telling you to seek out Randall, you couldn't tell what was up who was down, and where was up. This outbreak has sent people into this pit of what? Craziness. Destruction. There were times when it wasn't so bad. Peaceful even. No cars speeding, no one screaming, no violence, just you, and nature.

After walking for almost three weeks, you're exhausted, damn near the point of tears, you're hungry and thirsty, and your body aches in places you didn't know could ache. There's this part of you that just wants to quit. But then you remember the dreams, that yellow smiley face pin, the blonde man that wanted to give you a bed to sleep in, a tall glass of ice water. He was kind to you, all he wanted you to do was to find him. Something about you being special. But why were you special? You were just some girl living in Winthrop, Washington... what made you so special that this mysterious man has been watching you. But the more you sit there, the more you think, the more you realize he's been watching you for a long time. Since you were a little girl. You remember the pin. His denim outfit, and the sound of his boots.

Wiping your face from the tears you look around, seeing more signs telling you who to follow and how far to go. Sniffling a moment you try to contain yourself, telling yourself once you find this man, you'll get your tall glass of water, you'll get your bed, and a shower. You just need to find him. You'll know it's him because you'll know that pin, you'll know that smile, that voice. And if he touches you, you'll know that too. Just have to go a little farther. Looking around you choose to take the well-traveled path. At least at this moment, you know it's bound to lead you somewhere. Especially out in the desert.

After a lot of self-motivation to not give up and to keep walking, you find yourself standing there on the border of walking into this ivory building so to speak, or to turn around and find yourself someplace else, was this where you needed to be? Probably not, but you know what, maybe it was too late to turn back, after all, you came all this way. Looking down at your feet, you were tired, worn out, thirsty, and hungry, and you just wanted a place to rest your feet, even for the night. Maybe this will be all right, right? Letting out a heavy breath, you cross into the location; it was like night and day. Looking around you felt like maybe you had made a major mistake being here.

Letting out a heavy breath you close your eyes for a brief moment and then a voice jolted you.

"What are you doing here?" They asked.

Looking over, you lick your lips. "I umm... I'm just passing through." You state, but the look they were giving you, that answer wasn't good enough.

"Leave her alone." a voice, a familiar voice, boomed out of nowhere, you know this voice, you've heard this voice, you've seen who this voice belongs to.

The person slowly backs away and you watch this man approaching you, dressed in denim with a bright yellow smiley-faced pin attached to his jacket you look him over, rubbing your eyes a moment you shake your head, he couldn't be the same one, it couldn't be, it really couldn't be. He was handsome, but his aura didn't read so handsome, not this time. Your heart pounded in your chest. Licking your lips, you were so thirsty. You look over him as he approaches you.

"You've come to the right place, I've been expecting you. Come with me, I can only imagine how thirsty you are." He states as he escorts you a little further.

"Oh, oh no, I don't want to Impose." You state stopping in your tracks and looking over everything, and look back at him, "You've been waiting for me?"

"Darlin' you've come this far, this must be where you want to be." He smiles a charming smile. "You can't tell me that you don't want a nice cold glass of water?" He asked. Looking over you, he licks his lips. "Don't you remember?"

Water did sound appealing but you don't quite answer. "I'd remember that pin anywhere." You stated looking at it. It gave you a small sense of happiness, maybe even a little bit of hope. You reach out to touch it.

"Or maybe something to eat, here, you'll never go without. Doesn't that sound good? A bed to sleep in? Food to eat, all you can drink, a place to rest your feet, a place where you matter?" He stops and looks down as you reach out and touch the pin. "You like that, don't you?" He asked with a small smile.

That did sound good, then you look over him and tilt your head. "I do... I really do." You say softly with a small smile before you scoff at yourself, shake your head, and drop your finger from touching the pin.

"You can't tell me that doesn't sound good. This is right where you want to be, you ain't gonna find that anyplace else." He stated with that charming grin. He holds out his hand. "Join me." He smiles again.

Chewing on the corner of your lip you look him over. With some hesitation, you reach forward and place your hand in his.

"Thatta girl." He mused as he takes your hand and kisses it before he takes you toward the large building.

As you walk a little further into the building, you see the debauchery, the craziness of it all, people doing as they pleased, no consequences, at least not that you saw. You were curious admittingly so, but you were still slightly unsure. He was going to have to win you, though, so far he was doing a good job, you were taken by his charm, his calm aura, and the smoothness of his voice. He knew what to say to rope you in, and it wasn't going to be the last time.

As he brings you toward the elevator you look out and down on everyone, your eyes go wide.

"How many were just passing through and chose to stay? Do you know each one of them?" you asked as your gaze keeps on the people below.

He chuckles. "Not all are as lucky as you. I have no idea, probably some more than others, but they are all here for a reason. Just like you." He stated.

He knew things others didn't know, things you've kept secret, he knew of those bad things you've done, and he knew you weren't just passing through. You were no better than the others below, but he has plans for you, plans that are not quite what you're expecting them to be.

Once the elevator reaches the top floor he guides you into his suite. Your jaw clenches as you take in a deep breath. Your body trembled a moment but you felt this soft relaxed feeling wash over you. He lets out a soft chuckle as he looks back at you as you stop and look around a moment before you are beckoned. You just want to take it all in but that was cut somewhat short. As he starts walking down the hall, others stop and stare, muttering to each other. Your brow furrowed a bit, and look down as you start walking closer to a set of double doors. As the doors open you follow him in and you look over your shoulder as you watch the others standing there staring at you and vanish upon the door closing.

You didn't understand why people were staring at you, watching you, even muttering and speaking about you. Why were they so in awe by the fact that the man in your dreams was talking to you and bringing you up to his living space? You had no idea. Biting your lip you let out a soft breath and look down at your feet as you trail behind the tall man dressed in denim. Left, right, left, right, it's like you had to mentally tell yourself to walk forward. Your jaw clenches at yourself, frustrated you had to think about such a mundane task as walking.

"Why were the people staring at me back there? It's like they've never seen you with another person before." You ask, likely chuckling, trying to find it amusing, but truthfully you're too tired to really even care.

"Because you're special, and they don't get to see special all that often."

"Why am I special?" you ask.

"Because you're with me." He smirked.

Getting to someplace for you to sit you look around before taking a seat, you look up at him and your brow furrowed trying to understand what made him so damn special and why was he in your dreams? Maybe it was the fact that you had those prosthetic dreams people talk about. That bit of internal hope of that being it is what fueled you into thinking that maybe you are here for a reason. You sit there and look up over this man for a moment and you try to observe his actions, when he sits, he sits with this calming aura.

Licking your lips you look down at your hands for a moment and think. "Thank you, for giving me a place, even for the night." You state.

"You'll want to stay, trust me." He smirked with a small wink.

"We'll see... I told you, I'm just passing through." You state softly.

He tilts his head and looks over you, he can see with you, it was going to take a little more effort than offering you the world. But that's okay, he wasn't in too much of a rush. Licking his lips he chuckled.

"Of course. Well, at least for tonight, you should rest up, eat something, and maybe think about staying. I could always use a good right hand." He smirked again.

Thinking about him your jaw twitches a moment before you let out a slow breath and nod. "Yeah, I'll think about it." You state looking down a moment as someone came up and offered you a glass of ice-cold water, thanking them and look back toward Randall and search his face.

"What is your name?" You ask.

"Randall." He stated.

"Randall..." you say softly. "You didn't ask me mine."

"I don't need to ask you yours. I know your name. But you're exhausted, have your water, something to eat, and you can find your room right down the hall with your name on a piece of paper hanging on the door." He stated.

Watching him he gets up and makes his way over to the large windows. You could tell he was thinking, or at least that's what you're going to tell yourself. You don't actually know if he is or isn't. But you'd like to assume so.

Smelling the food your head darts in the direction and you smile. It's exactly what you were craving. A delicious hot sandwich with curly fries and a cheese dip sauce. You take a bite and groan in pure satisfaction. Truthfully, as well-mannered as you wanted to be, you scarfed that sandwich down and you kind of hid behind a curtain of dust-filled hair and you let out a soft breath.

You went to speak, to thank him, but he was gone, your brow furrows, and you head to the room you were told was yours, taking the paper from the door you look around, people still staring at you you furrow your brow and walk into the room. Upon walking in you look around, wasting no time, you strip down and take a nice cool shower. Much needed to say the least.

It had been a few days, you had agreed to stay, to give it a chance, and Randall was thrilled to hear it, today was a day you got to spend with Randall, got to see the masses below doing god knows what. Today wasn't just any ordinary day, today you got to oversee a trial, a trial that had damned a man to death. A traitor. You were still trying to understand why he wanted you to see this. But it's because this man knew that you were no stranger to death.

"So, did they kill him?" He asked.

"Yes, they did. Was quite brutal." You stated.

"You're no stranger to that now, are you?" He asked again, looking over your face.

Your brow furrowed and you licked your lips remembering all those years ago. You clear your throat and look up. "I think I'll see myself out now." You state.

"Oh come on, do you really want to do that? You were enjoying your time here. You have everything you ever wanted handed to you. You don't need to want for anything, do you? I can give you so much more." He stated as he walked to you and pulled you close to him.

Your heart started to pound. "I really should go." You state softly.

Tilting your head up he looks into your eyes and shakes his head. "No, you really don't, and you know you don't. You chose to come here. You chose to stay here. This is where you want to be." He stated.

Was he right? He must be. You did choose to stay for the past few days. You did come here on your own accord. He really didn't force you to stay, that was a choice you made. Licking your lips you let out a soft breath and look over him a moment before moving away from him to look out the window. After letting you have a moment, it gave him time to make you a drink.

"Here, drink this, it'll calm your nerves." He stated as he handed you a glass, little did you know that the glass was actually a harsh liquor with some roofie mixed in.

"Thanks." You state as you take the drink and take a sip from it before coughing a moment and looking at him. "What is this?" You ask.

"Just drink it, I promise you'll feel better after." He smiled.

This man hadn't done you wrong yet so may as well right? You sigh a soft sigh and agree to drink the liquor. What he said made sense, and truthfully. Little did you quite realize the subtle manipulation, making it seem it was all your thoughts, that you were the one with the thoughts. Licking your lips you take a sip from the harsh drink and let out a soft breath as it was rough going down. After another sip, you look over at Randall and lick your lips a moment.

"Do you think you could add maybe some sort of fruit flavor to this? It's a bit harsh." You state, not wanting to sound ungrateful.

Though he didn't think of you as ungrateful, he simply chuckled and took the drink, and handed it back to you. "Here, Darlin'. Make sure you drink all of it. No drop left behind." He chuckled.

"Thanks." You state letting out another soft breath you lick at your lips and take a sip.

This fixed drink was much better. So drinking it was like drinking liquid candy. He didn't even ask you instead he started to refill your glass. He hands you the refreshed glass and your brow furrows a moment and you look over at him.

"Drink up, you enjoy that." He smiled.

He wasn't wrong, you brought the glass to your lips and you look over his face before looking down at all the people below. After the first drink, this one was sweeter than the last, maybe it was because he used less liquor, it was good, so it went down easier, and quicker, only for him to bring you a refilled glass. You look over his face and you tilt your head.

"Another?" you ask.

"You didn't finish your other one, take a drink."

You look at him. You could have sworn you finished your last drink. You make a small face and you look at him. "I finished my last one. I know I did."

"No, no you didn't. Here. You had two sips off the last one, take this, finish it, then I'll get you something to eat." He stated.

Taking the drink from him you clench your jaw and thank him again, and you start to slowly drink it before you realize that you're starting to feel a little dizzy. You move to take a seat but he keeps you standing up. He stands behind you and places his hands on either side of your hips. You try to move away from him, you didn't want the touch. You start to feel uncomfortable. You turn and hand him your drink.

"I should go." You state.

"No, finish your drink." He states as he doesn't move from you.

"No, I should go back to my room." You state honestly.

"I insist... finish your drink." He states.

Feeling dizzy you look at him and rub your face. You clench your jaw and shake your head. You set your drink on a nearby table and try to walk away but he grabs you and pulls you back.

"You're not going anywhere." He states firmly.

"Ye-yesIam." You state with a stumble.

He was starting to get irritated with you, he firmly grabs your arm and yanks you back. You growl and spit at him. "Let me the fuck go."

"You're not fucking going anywhere." He states wiping the spit from his face.

You begin to shove him but he shoves you against the glass window, instead of letting you fall he grips your arm and looks over your face before he snarls.

"You're staying right here." He growls.

Letting out a slight whimper you bring your hand to your head and attempt to slap at him to shove, stomp on his foot anything you can do to get away. He grabs you and he drags you to the bed and tosses you on it. You start to panic, but you are having a hard time pulling yourself together. You start to kick as you feel him climbing toward you. You have no idea what happened between the drink and now for him to do this. What did you say? What did you do? You are hitting pure panic mode.

"FUCK YOU!" You scream as you get off the bed and are beginning to crawl away.

Licking his lips he looks down at you, rolling up his sleeves of his denim shirt after tossing his jacket to the side he walks to you and pulls your leg toward him, and flips you over. You attempt to escape again but he takes his boot and presses it against the side of your face forcing your face against the side of the floor. You attempt to fight and call for help, but there wasn't anyone coming to get you, they all knew better than to walk into this room without his direction.

"LET ME GO!" You fight but it was getting more and more difficult to keep yourself awake.

"I'm not letting you go." He stated as he kept his foot against your head.

"Why are you doing this? What did I do?" You ask.

"You're chosen... you can handle this. Stop fighting." He notes your breathing as it started to slow.

Waking up you feel groggy, sore, and chained to a fucking bed?! You move your hands over yourself and find yourself completely nude, feeling between your legs you feel where he's used you. You snarl and you go to stand up and move but you are quickly brought back to the bed. Reaching up you find that you're collared and chained to the bed like some sort of animal.

"What the fuck?!" You yell.

He walks around the corner and smirks. "Oh, you're awake. Good."

"What the fuck!" You snap. "Did you..." You reach between your legs. "Was this you?!" You snap.

He chuckles. "Oh yeah, and you screamed and moaned like you were absolutely enjoying it more than the last time you were fucked." He chuckled again.

"How dare you?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" You slap him across the face.

With a snarl, your face meets the back of his hand. "I fucking own you that's who the fuck I think I am. You enjoyed it. You were begging for more, and I gave you more. You should thank me." He stated.

"Why am I here? Who are you?! Why were you in my dreams?!" You snap.

"You're here because you wanted to be here, you came here on your own, just like how you climbed into my bed on your own. I have it all on video." He states as he pulls out a remote and turns on the TV and rewinds to last night.

Sitting there you watch as you climb into the bed, and start taking off all your clothing, groping yourself, and playing with yourself. You watch him strip down, and begin to have his way with you. You watch as he calls for someone else. You then watch yourself begin to fight. It's clear you're begging, but you're begging for him to stop as the other man comes in and strips down, and both of them are having their way with you. You watch as you fight but they are both restraining you, taking turns filling you.

You're angry, feeling like you're going to be sick. You look at him. "What the actual fuck? Do you think I was begging you to do that? It looked like I was begging you to stop." You state with a small growl.

"Begging is begging." He stated. "And baby, you were begging." He stated with a chuckle and an emphasis on the begging aspect.

Disgusted, you tremble in utter disgust. Clenching your jaw you walk over and throw your fist against his face with all your might before you start slapping him and kicking him. You were angry, furious, feeling used and abused and violated. Rightfully so. You were quickly brought to a halt when he grips your throat, slams you into the floor, and kneels down on top of you straddling your body. You go to try and punch again.

"Hit me again, and I will fucking kill you." He snarled and grabbed his knife from under the bed.

"Then fuckin kill me. I'm far better off dead at this point." You hiss after spitting in his face again.

Taking the blade he stabs it into your side, missing all vital organs and arteries, his goal wasn't to kill you, but to scare you. He snarls. You snarl back and for what? What were you going to do? You couldn't do anything but you start to scream feeling the rush going away, and a foreign object stabbing into you, your eyes go wide and let out another scream before he rips it from you. With your hand, you reach to your wound and feel the blood pouring out of it. You slap it across his face, snarling he jerks you and slams you into the floor again, feeling light-headed from being slammed into the floor you try and find your bearings.

He takes his own hand and brings it to the blood and smears it on your body, the bright red against the contrast of your skin was something he enjoyed very much, it excited him, moving to settle himself between your legs you begin to try and fight him, still woozy, he takes the blood from your side and slides it up your legs, coating your inner things in it before he strips down and looks down at you. Licking his lips he wastes no time shoving his already-stiffened cock into you. You let out a scream and begin to kick and thrash yourself to get away from him but it's not working.

You begin to cry, screaming, pleading for him to stop.

"I don't think so. Take it, enjoy it. You're going to carry my child. The last bitch killed my child, but you'll make a fine incubation chamber for my spawn." He snarled.

You didn't want that, you didn't need that.

"NO! NO! NO! STOP!" You begin to sob. "Please stop."

It's like you lost all your strength, it's like it was drained from you as he thrusts into your wet center with no cares.

Thrust after thrust, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed into the room, the stickiness of the blood keeping your legs against him. You just lay there, whimpers of crying, whimpers of being thrust into, but not whimpers of enjoyment, not whimpers of love or desire, but whimpers nonetheless. Your eyes cast to the side as your head turns to face the bottom of the window. You tried to find your happy place as he uses your body you can't find the fight in you anymore, you feel like all you've done is fight. You feel this anger bubbling inside you as you hear him growl and snarl.

He grips you and lifts your hips a bit to get a deeper penetration to deposit his seed... again. Your jaw clenches. Incubator. It's the only word that echoes in your mind.

Standing in the bathroom, bruised, stitched up, poorly mind you. You look over yourself in the mirror, your eyes red and swollen from crying. Your lips cracked and bloodied. You break down in tears, feeling every ounce of pain in your body from the past two days. You had been used, fighting him off, running your hand over your tummy you shake your head.

It all seemed to happen so fast, and you have so much regret in you, you hate all you've done, you hate everything you've done to yourself and those you've hurt. You suddenly feel like you need a priest and a confessional. You sob harder in the bathroom, the only time you have alone and to yourself. You shake your head and looked down at yourself.

"He's not going to be allowed to keep you..." You clench your jaw.

Suddenly there became a bang at the door.

"Do you like living?" He asks.

"Not with you I don't." You snap.

"You should be so lucky I chose you. Women would kill to be in your shoes." He stated.

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[bouncehousedemons]

From Her to Eternity

Rating: M Pairing: Eric Northman x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Blood and violence, angst, eventual fluff Word count: 900

Summary: Eric makes you feel a lot of things. Fear is a new one though.

Read the full fic here.

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[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...

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[raewritesfiction]

Personal Assistant - Part 2 [Alexander Skarsgard]

A/N: took me a while to get around to this ask but I got there eventually!

Plot: this is part 2! Reader is Alexander Skarsgard’s personal assistant and they’re now heading in a business trip. Part 1 here.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Alexander Skarsgård

Warnings: oral (M & F), fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, general smut.

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It had been weeks since you’d had anything more than a fumble with Alex; you had always been around other people when in his presence. Both of you had been practically chomping at the bit to have some alone time together.

Since your initial night together the tension had been high and you both felt the need for release with each other.

Finally you were heading across the country with Alex to a hotel on location while he attended some press events and auditions; a ‘comfortable and spacious taxi’ from a private company has been hired to take you. Specifically it was extra comfortable for long journeys.

You were picked up in the evening outside an office space where Alex had been talking to a couple of producers about a project. Stood waiting on the side of the road you were barely touching each other but you could practically feel the energy jumping off him to you.

The taxi was indeed spacious and comfortable with dark tinted windows so nobody could see you in the back; you both made small talk for the first ten minutes of the journey but Alex couldn’t keep his hand off your leg and you desperately wanted it to travel higher under your skirt.

“Hey, Hugo? Mind if we put the partition up?” Alex calls through.

“No bother, Sir. Just hit the button if you need anything!” He smiles and nods as Alex presses a switch, raising the partition and separating you from Hugo the driver.

No sooner was the partition raised than you were on your knees in front of Alex, hands fumbling to undo his jeans and free his cock. He licks his lips and shuffles to help you pull them down, holding back a moan when your lips connect with the head of his cock. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasised about his cock in your mouth again, stretching your jaw and reaching your throat, his taste on your tongue while he moans and pants. Wrapping a hand around the shaft you jerk Alex as you suck; you want him worked up and practically frothing at the mouth for your pussy.

He holds back a groan and stretches his arms out to the roof of the car, splaying his hands flat as he flexes with every lick and suck of his hard member. You hum around his length and bob your head faster until you hear his breathing change, pulling away abruptly and looking up at him.

Alex scrunches his eyes shut and growls low, his cock twitching for your mouth, hand, pussy or ass. He didn’t care which at this moment and when he opened his eyes and looked at you, you knew you were in for it for stopping. It takes only a few seconds for Alex to switch your positions and have your panties hanging from one ankle while your skirt was hitched up around your waist.

“You stopped..” he grumbles, voice barely audible “you have any idea how badly I want you to make me cum baby?”

You shuffle a little “about as bad as I want you to make me cum, I expect..”

He chuckles and nips a path up your inner thigh until your pussy is so close to his mouth you can feel every breath. “Please Alex..” you whisper and thread your fingers into his hair “I need to feel your tongue inside me..” Alex smirks and licks a path over you; his tongue working its way between your folds and leaving no place untouched while his lips close around your tight bud and sucks in pulses.

Alex shuffles and pushes two fingers into your dripping cunt; curls them deep as he thrusts while his tongue and lips work your clit relentlessly. His fingers feel so good inside you - they scissor and stretch you out ready for his thick length - get you dripping wet in only a few movements.

You rock your hips and pant his name, tugging on his hair to hold his mouth against you as Hugo weaves through traffic. Reaching out you grip the door handle and throw your head back, cursing when Alex pulls away the same way you had to him.

“God damnit… Alex!” You run your hands through your hair “okay, I won’t do it again..” you smile “just get inside me..”

Alex laughs and leans up, quickly ripping open the buttons on your blouse making you squeak and gasp “Hey!! What am I gonna wear?!” You hiss at him.

“I can reach our bags from here, it’s fine.” He winks and moves his hands to your tits, leaning in to kiss you passionately and pulling down the cups of your bra. His fingers tease your nipples; pinching and pulling to make you squirm on the seat while he runs his cock over your wet pussy with quiet moans.

“Alex, I need you inside me. I can’t stop thinking about you and how you feel stretching me, filling me up…”

He nips your bottom lip and reaches down, guiding himself into you slowly, moving his hand to grip the back of the seat as he shifts his leg up under your ass. Once fully settled and seated inside you, Alex wraps his free arm around your waist and holds you close against him.

“You’re in too much…” you kiss him.

“Fix it..” he kisses you back and rocks his hips as you grip his shirt and rip it open the same way he had done to you. “Better…” you scratch over his chest and rock your hips to his.

“You feel so good inside me..” you kiss over his jaw and onto his neck.

“Oh fucking god, so do you… I’ve been thinking about you so much.” He kisses and nips over whatever skin he could reach leaving red marks “I always cum so hard when I think of you..” he works his way back to your lips.

“So do I..” you speak between kisses and run a hand to the back of his neck, your hips moving faster with his. “But it’s never enough.. I always want you afterwards..”

Alex groans and grinds his hips deep into you on every thrust; the head of his cock meeting your cervix and bringing that painful pleasure with it, the mess of hair at the base rubs over your clit in a frenzied motion and soon you find yourself whimpering into his mouth.

“Close… so close!” you whine and twist your hips frantically, chasing your release “Don’t stop!”

He pants roughly, hot breath heavy against your neck “me too! Fuck me too!” Alex grunts and scrapes his teeth over your jaw and neck, moving down to your collarbone as he shifts his position to grip your hips; balancing himself on the edge of the seat under your ass.

Your hands scratch over Alex’s chest again and then move to your tits, squeezing and kneading yourself, fingers tugging and twisting at your nipples until they’re almost bruised but the pain you feel only adds to your pleasure.

“Alex…!” You drop your head back and mirror his earlier position; hands outstretched and splayed onto the roof of the car, giving you enough to push yourself down onto his cock. Your back arches off of the seat back and you let out a silent scream as your body clings to the rush of orgasm; your pussy pulsing in waves along Alex inside you. He snaps his hips a couple more times before giving a strangled cry against your chest and stilling inside you; his seed spilling out into you.

Both of you relax and stay wrapped in one another whispering nothing in particular; Alex tells you how you’re a good girl and he’s never cum so hard. You blush and stroke his face telling him nobody has ever filled you so deep; never reached everywhere inside you.

Alex’s watch beeps and he sighs “twenty minutes left… we should smarten up.” Reaching over for the duffel bags containing immediate clothing needs.

After a few minutes you’re both redressed and decent again, sitting beside one another and talking business as Alex flicks the switch to lower the partition again, you hastily fake notes in a random notebook you had grabbed from your bag.

“Hotel is just around the corner…”

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[jamgoesart]

Animal Instinct Intro

When does the impact occur?

First comes the fall, followed by the drop, and finally, the impact with the ground.

But what happens during the fall?

During the fall? In free fall?

Just away. Just away from Bon Temps. Where to? The same place. All Mila wanted was to leave Bon Temps as soon as possible, which meant after her senior year.

And that's how it ended up. As soon as Mila had her diploma in her pocket, she was on her way out of this crappy little town. She had packed her bags long before graduation. Three weeks, to be exact. It was better to be safe than sorry, because you never knew what was going to happen.

But there was one exception. Mila would take the ball with her. It would have been strange after all this time, no matter how horrible the town and its people were, not to celebrate graduation. It was the end of her high school days. More than thirteen years of her life had been spent learning, and now that time, that period of her life, was over.

No college. Anything but college. Someday, when she was old and it was too late, she might regret not going to college, but it didn't feel right.

Mila didn't know what had become of her former classmates, and she didn't care.

But time flies, much faster than one can believe. Today a child and tomorrow an adult with a family.

Mila had not really wanted to go back, but the sudden death of her father had ensured that she "had" to go back. If she hadn't been an only child, she would have left it to her sister, brother or sisters, but as it was, it was her job.

Damn, how she hated this town, Mila thought as she parked on the street in front of the town sign and looked at the stupid sign.

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[indefiniteimagines]

DADDIES

Pablo Schreiber

Chris Evans

Alexander Skarsgård

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[poison-in-my-pen]

Slow Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Babe, it's me.”

Is it though? I thought.

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

“I can't.” I say avoiding his eyes.

“What? Why? What is it?”

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

“But what?”

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

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

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

“What do you see?”

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

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

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

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

"Please.” I heaved.

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

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

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

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

“It feels like I'm cheating on you.”

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

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

“Don’t stop.” He murmured.

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

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

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

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In "Just Because You Can, Doesn't Mean You Should" news - THE CROW reboot is back on. This time with Bill Skarsgård.

The 80s comic's first big screen adaptation was the 1994 film starring Brandon Lee. Lee was killed on-set in a tragic gun accident (reminiscent of the recent one on the set of the Western RUST) and the filming was completed using stand-ins and CGI. The film became a box office and cult hit. It was followed by barely remembered sequels and an even less remembered series.

Talks to create a reboot years ago with Luke Evans and then Jason Momoa being bandied about as leads. Now it falls to Pennywise to get THE CROW soaring across the finish line.

Directing the film will be Rupert Sanders whose burgeoning career was weighted down by cement and thrown in the sea due to pap photos of he and his SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN leading lady Kristen Stewart cupcaking.

His wife, model Liberty Ross (sister of Trent Reznor's musical cohort, Atticus Ross) left him and eventually married multi-millionaire record producer Jimmy Iovine.

I don't knock Bill's casting but I can see brother Alexander knocking it out.

I wonder if this how Alex acts when he's out with Bill's daughter.

Covering the Times this Sunday.

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