#Merkel x Reader

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

I need Bill skarsgård x reader asap please someone make fanfic of him I swear to god,He's so fine. I need more fanfics of this man in real life and his characters that he plays like I'm begging 😭 😩 😫 🙏

[emmyrosee]

Preferences

BECAUSE MORE IS ALWAYS BETTER.

Sleepiest

Touch Starved

Dancing

Haircut Comfort

Trypanophobia

First Words -dad!au

PDA

When You’re Sick

Angry

Temper Tantrums -dad!au

Needy For Him

Getting into Fights

Fatherhood -dad!au

Expecting -dad!au

   The Sequel -dad!au

Halloween

Name Calling

Failing a Course

Norman F*cking Rockwell!

Playfighting

Pandemic Life

Incorrect Heights

ASMR

Coolest Instagrams

Fainting

A Cuddle Pile

What They Smell Like

Stoned

Sick Boys 

   The Sequel

Footie Pajamas

Random Headcanons

Breakfast Lovers

Their Tattoos

Holding Their Tiny Humans

All He Wishes To Give

Chefs and Liabilities 

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI.

Spanking Styles

Size Kink

Safewords

Moans and Noises

Pegging Them

Get You to Sleep

Lingerie Shopping

First Time

[skarsgard-daydreams]

"Pfeffernüsse"

Note: This is for @scxrsgxrd :)

Warnings: sexual implications, 18+

You come home from work a few days before Christmas and find Merkel in the kitchen with an apron tied around his waist carefully taking a sheet of little rounded cookies out of the oven. The whole apartment is filled with aromatic spices and the scent of black peppercorns and molasses. You can't think of another cookie that smells so much like Merkel as Pfeffernüsse. He sets the tray on the stovetop and turns off the oven, retrieving a spatula to transfer the cookies to a wire rack to cool. You walk into the kitchen and rise up on your toes to kiss his cheek while you try to sneakily grab one of the cookies. "You never told me you could bake," you say. Merkel wraps his arm around your waist and chuckles softly, swatting your hand away from the cookies with his spatula. "This is the only thing I can bake," he says. "Well, this and Rumkugeln." You pepper his jaw with kisses and ask in a voice sweet like honey, "Can I have one, Mausebär?" He finishes transferring the cookies and looks at you as though he's giving it consideration. "Not yet," he says. "I still have to ice them."

You're tempted to pout, but he turns to you and frames your face with his large hands, tilting it up and leaning down to capture your mouth in a slow sensual kiss that makes you momentarily forget about the cookies. You grab onto his shirt to keep yourself steady as your knees weaken. Merkel gently pushes you back until your hips are flush with the counter and then lifts you up, setting you on top of it. His stubble tickles your throat as he trails kisses down to where his fingers are unbuttoning your shirt. You drape your legs around his hips and press your palms against the counter while he tugs your shirt open and kisses the curve of your breasts. "You're trying to distract me," you mumble, acutely aware of the cookies that are cooling right beside you. Merkel presses his hands down over yours before you can reach for one. He sucks lightly on one of your nipples, making a gasp escape your lips and a tremor run through your body down to your center. "Would you rather not be distracted?" he asks, continuing to kiss your chest as a warm feeling spreads across your flesh. "N-no," you stammer. Smirking, Merkel shifts to your other breast and sucks a little harder. This time, you whimper softly. "Are you going to behave?" he asks, his playful gaze flickering back up to your face. "Yes," you say breathlessly.

He lets go of your hands and reaches for one of the cookies, holding it up in front of your face. You can smell the spices wafting in the air as you give Merkel a questioning look. "Then I suppose you can have a taste," he says. There is something surprisingly indulgent in his expression. He raises the cookie to your lips and watches your face while you take a bite out of it. The cookie is sweet and warm and spicy, with a slight crunch to it. It tastes like Christmas, even before it's been glazed with melted chocolate or powdered sugar. You hum contentedly as he feeds you another bite. "I never knew you had such a sweet tooth," Merkel teases.

You trail your hands over his shoulders and coax him down so you can kiss him again. "Some spy you are," you murmur against his lips, knowing it will rile him. Merkel gives a small growl and nips at your lower lip with his teeth. A second later, you squeal as he throws you over his shoulder and hauls you out of the kitchen, still wearing an apron dusted in flour. "You're in trouble now," he says, whipping the back of your thighs with the spatula. You gasp and try to squirm out of his grip, but you also giggle. "Is that a promise?" you ask as he wraps his arm firmly around your thighs. “With you, Mausi, it’s an inevitability,” he says. “Mm, good thing you’re here to keep me in line,” you purr.

[shenevertricks1831]

Gordon Merkel X Spy

Another thing I love the idea of is Merkel with a female spy; whether they’re an ally, an enemy, someone in training..I don’t care, doesn’t matter. I may or may not be in the very early stages of a Merkel X Spy story...

Requests are open!

Some babes who might like... @emmyrosee​ @ill-skillsgard​ @jj-lynn21​ @jocelynscloset​ @duncansshephard​ @billofourtime​ @hecohansen31 @bae-roman​ @dreamtherapy​ @simple-skarsgard​ @lihikainanea​

[hecohansen31]

Or ANYTHING Gordon Merkel, because he doesn't get enough love/content..

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

AND IT IS INDEED TRUE THAT OUR DOITCHLAND BABE DOESN’T GET ENOUGH LOVE... AHHH I JUST WANT TO WRAP MY HANDS AROUND HIM AND NEVER EVER LET GO!

But on more important topics!

Ahh I hope you’ll like this, it is low key similar to the Axel’s one, but... I have just had a bad case of baby fever... what can I say?

WARNINGS: Mention of Light Angst and Separation/Sex/A Child Who Doesn’t Want To Sleep.

Merkel softly raised from bed, trying not to wake you up.

You honestly deserved it, since these days you had been barely able to sleep one entire night, the baby needing you for food or a change of diapers.

That night Merkel had come home late, after he had dealt with some things.

Illegal things he didn’t want you or the small baby in the next room to be involved in.

When you had told him that you were pregnant he had been honestly scared of what the cruel world out there might do to you and the baby, and had even rejected you for quite some months till he had seen you around with the bump, pretty visible.

So visible that anybody who would have liked hurting him, could see it.

Hence, he had thought that you might be more protected at his home.

You hadn’t accepted it at first and had made Merkel go through hell before you allowed him to touch your pregnant belly, but when you had felt the first contractions you had gripped onto your hand, delivering the baby in a small private hospital as he brought away drenched strands of hair from your forehead.

‘You are doing so so amazingly, hase’ he had muttered against it ‘… just another push and you’ll have our baby, our pretty baby’.

You had shouted at him, but a few minutes later, crying had overcome your voice and you had both grown silent in front of the miracle of life: a pink puppy with a small smirk on her face.

You had had an healthy girl, Merkel insisting on naming her Adele, which meant for ‘nobility’ and you hadn’t been able to disagree since she was already ‘the princess of your house’, constantly waking you up at late hours and wanting to be fed at any hour of the day.

‘Don’t you think that she’ll grow fat?’ you had once, as your small girl bounced on your laps, clapping her small hands at you and Merkel, who was playing with her, showing and hiding his face and making random faces.

‘…no, absolutely!’ Merkel had retorted immediately, smirking gently at you ‘… she’ll be as pretty as her moma, won’t you little one’.

And little Adele had just giggled, alongside you.

He wasn’t able to spend much time with you, not as much as he wanted, but the wall was slowly coming to its breaking, he could feel it, and then he would abandon everything, get you and small Adele in the first suburban house he could find and work his way through peace and happiness.

But in the meanwhile he could make it up to you with breakfast in bed, letting you sleep softly the hours of sleep you had lost for taking care of your child, on who he checked as he went to get breakfast ready, finding the little one, barely a few months old in her crib, sleeping softly and he just had to lower himself to give her a kiss.

As he got up, he saw you, looking at him lovingly from the threshold of the nursery, a small smirk on your face as you adjusted his small fur jacket around your shoulder, to keep yourself warm in the cold hour of the morning.

“You should be sleeping” he commented, a reprimand although the softness in his tone.

It made you smirk coming closer to your lover as you softly hugged him from behind.

“… couldn’t… I already see you so little…” you muttered softly, nuzzling his back softly “… I want to cherish you for as little as I can”.

His heart tightened at your words.

“… it won’t always be like this” he muttered softly “…I swear that once…”.

“It’s ok babe” you softly muttered, kissing the back of his neck, raising on your tiptoes “… I don’t mind waiting, I got this little buddy to make me company”.

And Adele slightly moved in her bed, making you both hold your breath worried that she might wake up, again.

But she turned softly and started sleeping again, making you both utter a huff of relief.

“I wanted to make you breakfast” breathed softly Merkel, trying to lower his voice not to wake her.

“I’d prefer to spend the morning in bed with you” you replied softly, making him turn to you “… the doctor also cleared out the fact that we can get down and dirty again”.

And he felt immediately ready, enticed by the softness of your curves and the smirking smile on your face.

But then you yawned, remembering him that you might act all tough, but your body wanted some calm.

“… then go wait for me in bed, I’ll bring you breakfast and maybe…” he gently moved closer to you, till his lips brushed against your ears, making you shiver lightly “… maybe we’ll get down and dirty”.

And he thought he never saw you sprint faster away.

He sent a last look to the beautiful still-sleeping Adele, before he moved to the kitchen.

When he came back to bring breakfast to you (and maybe eat his own ‘breakfast’…

… you were asleep on your shared bed, completely passed out.

He just moved to sit beside you, pushing the tray on the small table next to you.

And then fell asleep beside you, finally feeling like he had all the time of the world with you.

[billskarsgardximagine]

Merkel in front of you as he has a gun pointed at you as you have one pointed back at him. 

Both of you didn’t say a word. Just looking into each other’s eyes more like glaring. 

“So this is the real you huh?” He finally said after a long time of silence yet you weren’t able to say anything. 

“Was everything a lie to you? Our time together? Everything?!” He immediately shouted, feeling frustrated that a spy from his enemy was the woman whom he fell in love with.

Before you could say anything, he suddenly threw the gun to the ground as he walked towards you, grabbing your face and smashed his lips against yours which made you drop the gun and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He pushed you against the wall, making the kiss even more passionate. 

“I don’t care what you are or whom you work with. I want you.”

[simple-skarsgard]

Not As Think As You Drunk I Am

Pairing: Bill x Reader Prompt: Bill sees you drunk for the first time. A/N: This is all silly and fluffiness. I’ll possibly do a separate part to it where Bill’s drunk, haha. But this is it for now.

“I’ll be back for you at one on the dot, got it?”

“Yeah, babe I got it,” you hardly were listening to his words as you were texting your girlfriends. It’d been a long time since you’d gone out to hang with your friends and were so excited. It was her engagement party and you’d told Bill he could stay, but he insisted you go alone since he was exhausted but wanted you to have your fun.

“Don’t drink too much,” he warned.

“I won’t babe,” you gave your boyfriend of three years a kiss and stepped out of the car.

As Bill watched you walk up the steps to the house in that tight black dress and high heels, he could tell that you were here to party and there was no stopping you.

He just wished he’d better prepared himself for what was coming later that night when he found you.

***

2:35 a.m.

“(Y/n)!” Bill shouted over the loud music, desperately trying to grab your attention, but you were so busy dancing on a table top with half your drink spilling out the cup you had it in.

Everyone around was drunk and cheering for you as they watched your hips sway and head swing side to side, you’d always been a good dancer and normally leave Bill infatuated but he was tired and wanted nothing more than to leave this noisy setting. Especially since he must’ve looked like a crazy homeless person in a beanie, striped sweater and plaid pj bottoms with blue fuzzy slippers to match.

“(Y/n)!” he grabbed your hand and managed to get you down without dropping you. 

“I’ve been waiting in the car for over an hour! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he was trying to be serious, but you just kept laughing hardly paying mind he was in front of you.

“I’ve been dancin’, ya silly,” you laughed about to take another drink, but Bill took the cup from you before it touched your lips. Which you seemed upset about, but he didn’t give you a chance to protest.

“(Y/n), you’re drunk, I’m taking you home.”

He took your hand and began to lead the way out from the crowd to which several people were sad their entertainment was leaving. ‘Aww’s collected around the two of you, but Bill was getting more claustrophobic the longer he lingered.

Reaching the porch, you’d yanked your hand free of his,”I can’t go home with you.”

“What? Why?” Bill frowned and noticed you were unusually shorter than when he’d left you earlier. Glancing down, you were bare foot to his surprise. He sighed knowing you’d hate yourself in the morning for losing your favorite heels.

“’Cause my boyfriend would be angry,” you shook your head, but couldn’t stop the fit of giggles falling into the palm of your hand.

Bill half laughed himself,”Is that so? He sounds like he’s a loser.”

Your giggles ceased and you gaped at him, completely offended. “You’re a loser.”

You spun to walk away and before you could make your escape Bill scooped you up in his arms. “Trust me sweetheart, your boyfriend’s gonna be fine with me taking you home.”

You whined as he had you tossed over his shoulder. “If I get in trouble, I’m blamin’ ya.”

“Fair enough.”

***

“How did ya’  know where I live?” you were so fascinated as he was carrying you bridal style into your home. You gasped, “How did ya get the keys to my house? Only my boyfriend has them.”

He shook his head, his smile showing little restraint. You would not stop talking about your boyfriend the entire car ride home. From simple songs he’d dedicated to you that would come on the radio to just talking about how talented he was and how in love you were with him.

Bill almost wondered if you were really talking about him and not some other side hoe you’d possibly have. But he trusted you and knew you were in love with him as much as he was with you.

He set you on your feet to which you stumbled and he caught you. Your chest pressed to his as you latched onto his arms and lifted your little pink face to stare at him clumsily.

“You’re strong,” straightening yourself,”Almost like my boyfriend.”

“It’s pretty late, maybe you should change into something more comfortable,” he suggested tugging on the strap of your dress until you smacked his hand away.

“Excuse you! I have a boyfriend.” As if you hadn’t made that clear enough already.

“Yeah (Y/n), I know, I’m your boyfriend,” he spun you around and managed to pull the zipper half way undone before you bolted off to your room not giving him the opportunity to go further.

There was so much about seeing you this way that had Bill entertained but he was not going to lie you’d only be twice as stubborn drunk than when you were sober. He loved that about you in certain times and admitted it was cute in a kind of irritating way.

"(Y/n), c'mon," Bill sighed half miserably as he followed you to the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe as he watched you strip out of the dress and face plant into the matress. You scrambled recklessly to get up and go through the drawer of Bills clothing.

He quirked his brow,"That's not your dresser."

"Its my boyfriend's Im allowed to use it," you said matter-of-factly.

He opened his mouth to make a witty remark but started laughing as seeing you slip on one of his hoodies backwards. The hood of the clothing material resting upon your chest and the sleeves being too long for your hands to peek through, the hem stopping just above your knee.

"I think it fits," you smile and run your sleeve-hands down to smooth out the fabric.

"Perfectly," he shakes his head before going over to plop onto the bed and bring you close to him. His arms curled around your waist as you stood between his legs.

This time his touch may have sobered you up some because you didn’t move from his embrace. Your small hands actually cupping his face to let him lean into your touch- his large green eyes looking at you completely mesmerized. 

“I’m so in love with you,” he admitted half mumbling as if he was still somewhere in his mind.

You giggle and run your hands up to slide the beanie he’d been wearing all this time, off his head. Your fingers retracing to dig into his locks before you lean in and kiss his nose..

“Silly Billie, why were you hiding under this hat?” You hold up the beanie to his line of sight and toss it over your shoulder before moving to sit on his lap and curl your arms around his neck.

“Wow you really are drunk,” you felt the vibrations of his laughter in his chest against your cheek,

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” 

“Right.”

A/n: Short little one shot to give you guys something while I continue my other writings. Sorry I’ve lagged on updating. I’m just trying to get all these drafts finished so I can update regularly again ( if I ever did). I appreciate comments ! :)  Also go follow my other blog @simple-skarsgod if you wanna send me asks about Bill there as well! :* <3 Thanks for being here. Almost to 2.5K followers!!! <3  Masterlist

[therangersmistress]

If we had to choose between a Merkel story or a Roman, what are we thinking?

Cause I’ve got a whole lotta nasty thoughts about both of them that need to go somewhere. 🤷‍♀️ If anyone wants to send through some asks–prompts, headcanons, ANYTHING, I got you. 😝 

[ohpedromypedros-main]

Mobile Masterlist

I figured since I have quite a few fics up now, that I’d finally make a mobile masterlist. Here ya go!

Bill x Reader

Perfect Role

Good Company

Pennywise x Reader

Unfortunate Night

It Was Always You (smut)

Roman Godfrey x Reader

Every Sense of the Way (part 1)

Every Sense of the Way (part 2) (smut)

Every Sense of the Way (part 3) (smut)

Every Sense of the Way (part 4)

Merkel x Reader

I Promise (smut)

Henry Pearl x Reader

Beautiful

Axel x Reader

The Day That Changed Everything

More fics to come soon!

[loserholland]

Few Updates tonight!

I will try my best to upload a few of my Roman imagines tonight! Also I’m gonna try to start writing my Sugar Daddy imagines for Merkel, Roman, and Bill! 

So stay tuned loves!

[emmyrosee]

Bill Skarsgard & Co.

Status: Archived Indefinitely

Axel Cluney from Deadpool 2

Gordon Merkel from Atomic Blonde

Henry Pearl from Battlecreek

Mark from Assassination Nation

Mickey from Villains

 Roman Godfrey from Hemlock Grove

The Kid from Castle Rock

Willard Russell from The Devil All The Time

Mateo from Soulmates

Preference Lists, Starring All of Them

[nikky-the-writer]

The risk

Merkel x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is my first time writing for Merkel, I thought at the beginning that I’ll have barely thousand words, and I ended up with almost 3K. Tell me what you think....

Request: Yes

Summary: Reader is Lorrains sister and she is dating Merkel and she gets jealous.

Warning: blood, nudity, lots of fluff

You and Lorrain were on the plane to Berlin. Nobody except you knew that this was personal for your sister. She hides it well, but not as good as she would want to. ˝You sure that you want to be here?˝ Lorrain asked looking at you. ˝We’ve been through this. You need me, Lorrain, I’m the only person that you completely trust. When we came to Berlin the hunt will begin, you know it, just as I do. Everyone wants the list for themselves.˝ You smiled at her seeing the clouds through the window. 

˝If something happens to you...˝ ˝Come on sis….you know that I can survive everything. Just remember our trip to Siberia.˝ Lorrain rolled her eyes at the memories. You both barely got alive from there. ˝I know that, but you have to promise that this time you’ll do everything as it’s planned.˝ You let out a shaky breath a bit angry because she mentioned that. ˝I always stick to the plan. I only make exceptions when your life is in danger.˝ ˝You have to learn that in this job you shouldn’t have any...˝ ˝I know.˝ You cut her off. Just like when you were children, you both were smart but stubborn. ˝You had him.˝ ˝That was a risk. Besides you, he was the only other person I had.˝ ˝Than I’m allowed to have one risk too.˝ Lorrain licked her lower lip turning to face you. ˝What am I going to do with you?˝ She asked pulling you in for a hug. ˝Remember, there on the ground trust no one.˝ ˝Trust no one.˝ You whispered repeating her words. If only she knew what was waiting for you on the ground.

The majority of the time you spent in the hotel after that Russian incident in the car. You were hurt not badly, but Lorrain said you should stay inside at least for a day. When she came back in the evening she told you everything she found out. Just as she told you that tomorrow you’ll be getting the information for your new contact. ˝Is it directly from the agency?˝ You were laying on the bed with your hand dropped over your stomach, the bruise on it was already purple, but you ignore it knowing that you can’t show any sign of pain. ˝Yes.˝ ˝Are we going to trust them?˝ You started laughing the minute you asked that. ˝I wouldn’t call it trust.˝ Lorrain said. ˝But seriously it has to be on one level. Because this is a fucking mess, that list has to be found.˝ ˝I know.˝

The following night Lorrain went to take the information and your new documents. After putting on your disguises you went to the Wall. It was easy to get in, but you were followed by Russians. You successfully got rid of them and you headed to the written address. Lorrain didn’t tell you anything about the contact only the address and as you came to the roof you stopped dead in your tracks. Your sister turned to you worried. ˝Are you alright?˝ ˝No, I’m not.˝ You said loud enough for the man to hear you. His eyes were wide as he took you in. His smile was getting bigger as he stared at you. You walked past Lorrain straight to Merkel slapping him across the face. ˝What was that for?˝ He asked with the thick accent that you loved. Taking a deep breath you spoke. ˝You stood me up, you asshole.˝ ˝Didn’t we moved past that?˝ He asked confused. ˝Yeah, but the slap was missing.˝ He chuckled at your words pulling you in for a hug. You pulled away a little so that you could kiss him, but you both stopped when your sister cleared her throat ˝He stood you up?˝ She asked furrowing her brows. ˝We had a deal. We picked a date and we should’ve seen each other in London, but he never showed. He called when I was already there, but that doesn’t count really...˝ You smacked his shoulder playfully. ˝But I forgave him.˝ ˝And just one little detail...˝ Lorrain started and you nodded for her to continue. ˝Who is he?˝ ˝Ohh, yeah. This is Merkel.˝ ˝I know his name. Who is he to you?˝ Lorrain laughed at herself remembering your conversation in the plane. ˝He is your risk, right?˝ ˝Yes.˝

You laid naked next to his warm body as he held you close. His fingers made slow patterns against your lower back as he observed your face. Your eyes were closed, but you didn’t sleep wanting to enjoy this moment as long as you could because before you know it, it will be over. ˝Do you think that if we were normal...˝ Merkel chuckled ˝Normal? Aren’t we normal?˝ You lifted your head from his chest looking at him. ˝We are not normal. I haven’t seen you for four months, but we are still together. I just wish that...˝ ˝That every day was like this.˝ He finished your sentence placing his finger under your chin pulling you closer. He pressed his lips against yours, quickly deepening the kiss. After pulling away you smiled sadly. ˝But that will never happen. And I’m just asking myself why are we holding onto it?˝ Merkel was surprised by your words. He was aware that you rarely see each other, but you made it work for almost three years. ˝Are you saying that this should end?˝ You sat up in the bed turning away from him. ˝It’s just...we never see each other. How are we together if we are never together?˝ Merkel smiled sadly to himself. ˝It’s that what you want?˝ He asked hoping for a negative answer. ˝Maybe.˝ Whispering you pulled the sheets around yourself heading to the bathroom where you sat on the edge of the bathtub. Just a few minutes later you heard the door of your hotel room closing.

Sitting in the distance you waited for Lorrain and Merkel who were talking with Spyglass. Jealousy washed over you when you saw Merkel smiling at something Lorrain said. You felt stupid for being jealous, but you loved him. Every day without him was a struggle for you and you thought that ending everything would hurt less. But it didn’t, it hurt more. The most it hurt you that he looked fine with it, engrossed in the conversation with your sister, but you were far from the truth. Merkel had to force himself not to look your way trying to ease things for you. ˝We are leaving in five.˝ Lorrain said gaining your attention. ˝Alright. I’ll be outside.˝ Everything after you all left happened so fast, in one moment you were opening the umbrella and in the other, you were running after your sister. You fought with Russians in an old building and you had to break your promise again. The bullet that was meant for Lorrain hit you in the abdomen, but you still stood on your feet. Lorrain didn’t even notice while you were both fighting for your lives. And all of that fighting and chasing brought you to this moment. Coldness embraced your body as the car went into the river. You hit your head on the impact losing conscience. You were laying on the backseat with your head already under water. As much as you would want to hear her voice you couldn’t. Lorrain dragged you out of the car, your body was weak and you were barely breathing. She cursed seeing the wound from the bullet on you.

˝Oh...fuck...˝ You cursed as you moved on the small couch. ˝Hey, don’t move.˝ John, one of the people at the safe house said coming closer to you. You were still in your wet clothes, but you could feel that the wound from the bullet was fixed. ˝Where is she?˝ Your throat was sore and your lips dry as you were still shaking from the cold. John moved his hand through his short blond hair sitting in a chair next to the couch. ˝She left.˝ ˝She wouldn’t leave me here, she was hurt just as I am.˝ You gripped the edge of the blanket closer to your body hoping that she was safe. ˝I know, but Merkel left with her.˝ Closing your eyes for a moment you felt a tear escaping from your eye. You knew that you were being ridiculous by being jealous, but it bothered you that he chose to go with her and not staying with you. ˝Don’t worry he should be back soon. We are close to the Wall so he should be here any minute.˝ ˝Why would he come back? They need to find the list.˝ You looked up at him and he smiled. ˝He is coming back to take care of you. You are here just temporary.˝ ˝But Lorrain...˝ ˝No buts, he said he’ll come back. If you have any questions about why, ask him, but I got to tell you that is pretty obvious.˝ John stood up before you could speak throwing another blanket over you.

˝Stop...˝ You almost screamed as you felt somebody’s hands pulling on your shirt. ˝Calm down, it’s me.˝ He said softly to calm you down. You stop resisting and let him move your shirt in silence. You could hear water coming from your left and you realized that you were somewhere else. ˝Where are we?˝ ˝At my place.˝ ˝Great...just great...˝ You murmured to yourself, but he heard you. He decided that it could wait at least until he puts you in the bathtub. You laid on the bed like a dead man letting him undress you. You wanted to say something, to make a joke, but you didn’t. This was actually the first time that you were close to him after you broke it off. It felt strange not in a bad way, but like you were meant to be there with him. Watching him through your lashes you smiled not even realizing it. He took you in his arms carrying you to the bathroom where he lowered you in the warm water. You relaxed at the feeling finally not being cold anymore. Merkel sat on the edge of the bathtub not knowing if he should leave or stay. When he left your room the other day it was the hardest thing he had to do in his life. He just hoped that it wasn’t the end. ˝Are you just going to sit here?˝ You asked moving your fingers against the surface. ˝Yeah...I’ll ...˝ He stood up heading to the door. ˝So, you are just going to leave, again?˝ Merkel stopped a few steps from the door. ˝What do you want me to do?˝ ˝I guess nothing.˝ You lowered your body in the tub holding your face inches from the water. ˝She was always a better company than me.˝ In the moment you said the last word you let your face to move underwater and you stayed like that with your eyes closed. It felt comfortable it almost made you forgot you were hurt until somebody’s hands pulled you up. ˝What the fuck?˝ You were wiping your eyes to see Merkel kneeling next to the tub. ˝What did you mean?˝ ˝Just go...˝ You whispered not wanting to deal with your heart at the moment. ˝Why would you mention her?˝ ˝Do you enjoy in this, to see me in pain?˝ Putting your palms on both sides of the tub you were ready to get up when he stopped you. He didn’t say anything he just stared at you.  ˝Are you going to replace me with her? It wouldn’t be anything new to me. Everyone has done it in my life, you wouldn’t be the first. I know that I’m stupid for being jealous because you’re not mine anymore...˝ You took a deep breath staring into his eyes. ˝ You never were.˝ ˝I...˝

˝Please, don’t say anything.˝  You didn’t let him talk getting up. On your way out you grabbed the towel and clean gauzes that he prepared. ˝That’s it….You are not going to let me tell you how I feel about all of this?˝ Lowering your head you pressed the gauze onto the wound that didn’t want to stop bleeding. You were sitting on the bed with a towel around your waist. ˝It won’t change a thing. You walked out!˝ ˝I walked out after you told me to!˝ ˝I never said that.˝ ˝It sounded like that.�� Tired of seeing you struggling with bleeding he forced you to lay down as he took the needle to stitch you up. ˝You don’t have to do that.˝ ˝I did it many times before and today too. Why stop now?˝ You couldn’t look away from his fingers that were carefully stitching the cut on your abdomen a few centimeters from where you were shot. ˝I’m sorry.˝ Your voice was like a whisper, but he heard it. ˝There’s no reason for you to be sorry.˝ ˝Yes, there is. I was jealous, alright? We never see each other. I don’t know who is keeping your bed warm when I’m gone and it got to me and then after you left you were laughing with my sister. You didn’t even look at me.˝ After you finished your little rant you noticed that he was done with his work now sitting with his back to you. ˝Noone.˝ He said silently. ˝What?˝You asked sitting up with your leg next to him. ˝When you weren’t with me, my bed was cold.˝ ˝Merkel, whatever you say now it won’t change the fact that...˝ ˝That I love you.˝ He cut you of turning to you. ˝And it’s true what I said. There was nobody except you in this three years.˝ ˝Why?˝ The word escaped your mouth before you could stop it. Merkel placed his hand on yours in your lap smiling at you. ˝Because I could never hurt you. I love you so much that it hurts me when you are away.˝ ˝You won’t ask me about my bed?˝ You chuckled after wiping your tears. ˝Should I?˝ ˝If you want, but the answer is the same.˝ You said moving your legs over his lap putting them on both sides of him.˝ ˝You made an addict out of me.˝ He placed his finger under your chin while his other hand rested on your bare thigh. ˝I can’t let you go.˝ ˝It didn’t look like that when you were with her. ˝ You almost cursed yourself the minute you said it knowing that your sister could be in danger right now while you were behaving like a jealous child.’’ ˝That’s good, now I know that all these years of spying are finally paying off.˝ He gently cupped your cheek leaning in. The kiss was tender, so delicate, you got so lost in it that your body shivered against the touch of his fingers on your bare skin. ˝Can you promise me something?˝ You asked your lips inches away from his. ˝Anything.˝ ˝Promise me that you’ll never let me go, even when I’m screaming at you to do so because you’re the only one I could ever love.˝ Your hands rested on his shoulders as you gazed into his eyes. ˝I can do that, but you have to promise me something in return.˝ Eagerly, you nodded your head. ˝After this is over, we are taking a break.˝ Your eyes widened in surprise and worry. Confusion washes over you as you tried to figure out why would you need a break when you barely saw him. ˝If you think any harder you’ll hurt that pretty head of yours.˝ He smiled intertwining his finger with yours. ˝I want a break from the agency, not you, baby.˝ ˝You scared me for a second.˝ ˝That scared you? I thought that an agent like you shouldn’t be scared of anything.˝ He teased waiting for your reaction. ˝Shouldn’t be scared of anything longer than second. And for the record, I didn’t even scream so that doesn't count.˝ ˝So, you are telling me that scream is what counts?˝ He smirked at you and you nodded assuming what he was up to. In one swift move, he threw you on the bed and hovered over you as you let out a surprised scream. ˝I think that counts.˝ He packed your lips and then placed kisses all over your neck as you giggled under him. ˝I love you so much.˝ ˝I love you.˝ He said before leaving kisses against your collarbone and moving lower. ˝London.˝ He looked up from your soft skin moving strands of your hair behind your ear. ˝I want us to go to London as we were intending to.˝ ˝London sounds great, but you should know that in first couple of week only thing you’ll be seeing will be apartments ceiling.˝ ˝Oh, really?˝ You moved your fingers through his hair gripping at the longer strands. ˝I remember that in Copenhagen, you were the one staring.˝ ˝But not really at the ceiling there was something more interesting on top of me that had my full attention.˝ ˝Then you won’t mind this.˝ You locked your legs around his waist rolling him on his back. ˝I can’t wait to be in London.˝ He said breathlessly as you sucked the skin just below his ear. You two were finally together after a long time and only thing that in that moment could make you even happier was the fact that you’ll stay like that for many years that are coming your way.

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[skarsgard-daydreams]

Schadenfreude

Description: In a game of cat and mouse, Merkel loves to make you his prey.

Warnings: bondage, spanking, smut, 18+

Notes: In case it needs to be said, this story takes place in the context of plenty of conversations about consent between participants.

Merkel doesn't even have to fuck you to get you off. All he has to do is tell you to strip in that hard voice, letting his accent come through harsher than normal because he knows it puts you in the right headspace. He'll take his time tying you up, dragging the ropes over your body slowly, letting you feel every inch of them as they begin to restrain your limbs, leaving you completely at his mercy.

His coup de grâce is a hook on the ceiling. You never know if he'll anchor your wrists to it, forcing you to stand on the balls of your feet and showing off your legs, or if he'll use it to raise one leg into the air in an elegant arabesque with your arousal on full display for him to see while you balance on the toes of one foot. When he's certain his prey is fully trapped, he'll step back and light a cigarette, admiring his work.

"Can you feel your fingers and toes?" he asks. You’re standing flat on one foot now, with your arms folded neatly behind you and your left leg suspended in midair. It’s not particularly uncomfortable yet, and that’s what concerns you. Any sudden shift in his mood could compel him to adjust one of your lashings and flip you upside down, or send you flying.

"Yes, Herr Merkel," you breathe.

You can feel everything—the taut ropes smarting across your skin and resisting any attempt to reposition yourself, the radiant heat of his body standing mere inches from yours and yet completely out of reach, the little knot of desperation somewhere deep inside your belly pulling tighter and tighter.

"Good," he says, his heavy footfalls circling around you as he checks various places to make sure his rope work is secure and not applying too much strain. He knows that real torture inflicts lasting damage, and that’s not what he’s set out to do. As he checks you over, he touches you as little as possible. He's content to experience you with his eyes only for now, letting you feel more touch-starved and exposed by the second. You'll be more responsive when he does touch you, maybe with a riding crop or his open palm, or maybe just with his sinful lips and that wicked tongue. The anticipation of the unknown is half the game.

Merkel snuffs out his cigarette somewhere behind you. You hear him gathering another length of rope in his hands and your heart begins to race as you wonder what he'll do. He doesn't say anything. He knows there is power in silence, that the mind will go to elaborate lengths to fill it in if given the chance, imagining countless scenarios for how the night could unfold. He lets your mind wander, preparing the rope. You want to beg him to touch you, but you don't dare say a word without his permission, knowing if you do he might decide not to play with you at all. He might just leave you there as his own personal art installation while he spends the evening reading a book and watching you out of the corner of his eye until he finally lowers you to your knees and reminds you that your mouth, like the rest of your body on nights like this, belongs to him. He's done it before.

Suddenly you feel his breath between your shoulders, and it makes you shiver. He secures the new rope to the column tied around your waist. He threads the rope between your legs, pulling it tight against your cunt, and that's when you realize how devious he really is. There is a hard knot in the rope that presses against your clit as he continues working, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves every time the rope shifts even slightly. Even though the material is rough, the pressure makes you throb with the desire for more. An involuntary gasp escapes your lips and Merkel slaps your ass in warning, the harsh sound reverberating in the quiet room. But even the slap causes the knot to move, a fact which you are finding impossible to ignore.

Merkel secures the final rope through the hook on the ceiling and makes several adjustments. Your left leg is still arched behind you, but he pulls on one more rope, tipping you onto your toes as the knot grinds mercilessly against your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself not to make a sound. Merkel loves to watch you struggle to obey him—your noble submission, he calls it. He's always testing the limits of it, and you think he might break you tonight. You know you can’t stay in that stress position for long, but if you try to relieve the pressure on your toes you’ll only transfer it to your center, priming you for release. It could tip you over the edge, and the consequence for coming without permission is far worse than speaking out of turn.

You’re recognizing your predicament when Merkel crooks his finger under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. He watches you like a cat, a devilish smirk playing at his lips. He always has so much fun when you give yourself over to him like this, and even though he’s ruthless, you can still see the affection in his eyes, because this is a game he plays only with you.

"Don’t go anywhere, Mausi," he teases.

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[goodgodgodfrey]

Office Christmas | An AU Bill Skarsgård One Shot

Imagine bill being your co worker but your paths don’t cross because you work in different departments. This all changes when you meet at the office Christmas party

Requested by; anonymous

Tw; mention of anxiety, kissing, light flirting, fluff

Word count; 1312

Here it was again, that time of year where everything was lights, presents, cookies and jingle bells. Christmas was fast approaching, as was the office Christmas party. Every year was the same thing. All workers from every department got together, ate food and drank alcohol in the office that was the largest. Every year people got insanely drunk and made a fool of themselves, whether this be through throwing up, drunkenly breaking something or themselves or simply by getting it on with a co-worker they would never ever see again. Oh how Christmas traditions were fun. Not.

You were sat at your desk, aimlessly typing up email after email and meeting minutes after meeting minutes. Your job was dull and boring, and days went by excruciatingly slow. You would constantly clock watch like your life depended on it, wishing the days away so it would once again be the weekend and you could relax. You saw above your divider that your colleague was coming around with a clipboard, which meant only one thing; she was checking attendance for that night’s Christmas party. You groaned to yourself knowing that you would never get out of going to the damn thing.  

“Well then Y/N, are you coming tonight? Why am I asking of course you are,” she said with a cackle ticking the paper that was on top of her clipboard.

“Wouldn’t miss it…” you said with a fake smile, turning back around to concentrate on your computer screen. You got along with the co-workers in your own office but the idea of having to socialise with people you didn’t know made your anxiety flare up. You hated socialising at the best of times, never mind with people you only saw once a year, if that.

The working day went by as slow as you could have expected. You shut your computer down and headed to the parking lot, throwing your bag onto the back seat.

“See you tonight Y/N!” called your co-worker. You gave them a smile and a little wave before getting into your car and driving back to your apartment. You flung open the front door and threw your bag down on the counter top. You had an hour and a half to shower and get yourself looking presentable enough for a Christmas party. With a sigh, you pulled you hair out of its limp ponytail and stripped yourself of your clothes, leaving them in a line behind you. The hot water ran down your skin, soothing your aching muscles. Who knew sitting straight up right at a computer for nine hours a day could give you such pain?

Your eyes scanned your wardrobe as you stood there in nothing but a towel. Your hands strummed along the edges of your dresses, before settling on a floaty red number with capped sleeves. It had a small but subtle cut out just above the chest. Showing a little can still show a lot you thought to yourself. You pulled it from its hanger and threw it on your bed. Spinning to throw your towel towards a radiator, you opened your underwear draw with your free hand. You pulled out a red lace bra and matching panties, slipping your legs through them and pulling them up. You put on your bra and slipped your dress on over your head. You ragged a brush through your hair and quickly put some make-up on your face, finishing your look with some statement red lips. You grabbed your keys and ran out of your apartment.

You pulled up to your offices, the bass blasting out from the building, you rolled your eyes as you slammed your car door, tottering up to the doors in your heeled boots. As you walked through the doors, some of your colleagues squealed and welcomed you, commenting on how you scrubbed up well or how different you looked not dressed in your drab office wear.

Drinks were flowing and you were starting to slightly enjoy yourself. You walked over to the table where the bottles of alcohol were neatly stacked up. You leant over to pick up a bottle of your favourite cider when your hand clashed with someone else’s. You quickly pulled your hand back and looked up ready to apologise. Your eyes met some wonderfully green orbs, the person who they belonged to smiling down at you.

“Sorry ...” you both said at the same time, before laughing at the coincidence. For what felt like a life time, you both stood there just looking at one another, hands remaining frozen in mid-air. You held yours out in front of you, reigning your smile back so you weren’t stood grinning like an idiot.

“Y/N,” you said simply. The man before you took your hand as if to shake it but moved it up towards his lips, placing a kiss to the back of it. Your heart gave a slight flutter. Who still does that?”

“I’m Bill, I work down in IT,” he said, almost shrugging as if he knew his job didn’t spark too much interest. You smiled, not pulling his hand from his, which remained against his chest. The tingling sensation from his kiss running up your arms like an electric shock.

“I work in HR, can’t get any less glamorous than that,” you said with a shy smile.

“I bet you light up the whole room when you enter though,” Bill said in response. This man was so charming he could probably sell snow to someone in the Antarctic. Your eyes met his, a charge running through your entire body. Inside, you were scared. You’d never felt something so instantaneous about a person before. The fear was mixed with raw attraction. He was tall with dark blonde, almost brown hair. His features were soft except for his cheekbones which stood out sharply from his face. To her, he was the definition of perfection.

“Shall we go somewhere and talk?” he said, picking up the bottle you had been aiming for and the bottle he had chosen. You nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you to a quieter seating area. He passed your drink and you sat, talking to him for what seemed like hours. You had so much in common. You liked and disliked pretty much the same things. You found out he came from Sweden and a large family, that IT was not what he wanted to do but it paid his rent. He lived not too far from the office and he drove a vintage car.

Time went by and the party started to dwindle down; either people were leaving to go home, or they were passing out in corridors from too much drink. You were still sat next to Bill, except now you were so close to one another there was barely any breathing room. His hand rested on your thigh, just above your knee; high enough to cause electricity but not too evasive. A pause in conversation happened briefly, a period just long enough for Bill to lean in, placing a kiss to your lips. You were taken aback but allowed yourself to kiss him back, your hand rising to land on his etched cheek bones.

Bill slowly pulled back, just far enough so he could look into your eyes, a big smile on his face.

“I’m so happy we knocked hands over the beer table. I’ve not felt something like this for someone I’ve only just met before,”

“Me neither, I’m quite surprised by it …” you said in nothing more than a whisper.

“Want to get out of here? This parties a bit dead now, we should start our own,” Bill said with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Sure,” you said, a grin coming over your face as Bill took your hand and led you away from the office.

 (I really really enjoyed writing this AU fluff so if anyone wants a part two please let me know!)

[hecohansen31]

I hope it's not to much to ask...B, C, D, F, J, K, M, N, V, W, and X for Merkel 🖤 pretty please

Smut Under The Cut:

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I do feel like Merkel is one type to observe more than to actually act, so I do think that any parts that might reveal a lot about you are his favorite: for example I do think that he’d love your eyes, whether they are shadowed for nervousness or whether they are bright for happiness.

I do also think that a second contender is your mouth.

On himself I do think that he kind of likes his hair, I don’t know he just seemed always perfectly styled (plus let’s not talk about the entire ‘waiter’ look, because I feel like he was silently screaming about that hairstyle...).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I do feel like he’d also join the party of ‘I am not ready to be a daddy yet’, so he wouldn’t cum inside, and I do feel like he isn’t a big fan of messes so I don’t want to make this seem boring but he’d either pull out and come onto your butt, or outside of you on your front, the max he could I do think would be a titty-fuck... and come all over your chest.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is the most likely to tease you in public, he’d absolutely love nothing more than to finger you under a table, meanwhile he is plotting with somebody over a table and you are hiding softly your face in his neck and anybody would think you are just annoyed, but it’s because fucking Gordan is hitting just that spot...

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I do think that he’d be a big fan of either doggy or missionary, with your legs over his shoulder, hitting you so deep that he’d see the outline of his cock right onto your stomach, but he’d also have the time of his life controlling you and teasing you from behind in doggy position.

Gently brushing the tip against your entrance and pushing it inside, just to slam it all and making you jump forward and choke a breath at its lagerness.

  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think that Merkel is one that jerks off often, he seems the clean and polished type, who doesn’t have trouble finding somebody to stick onto his cock for a few hours and give him a bit of comfort from blue balls.

I’d also feel like he’d want his mind as calm as he can, and he’d try to do this by avoiding any distraction!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It can all summarized with ‘control’.

I do picture him as mainly a dom, although I don’t think that he’d be a cruel and ruthless one, he has seen too much shit in his life to be that rough with his partners, but he’d certainly be stern and have his rules, and would prefer to release a partner than to push him into something they are not into.

Soft and hard restarints, overstimulation (with much more of his hands), rules (a lot of), orgasm denial and maybe also DDLG, although he’d have an hard time with random hook-ups.

I also feel like he’d also try to sometimes to bring weapons in bed, like either knife play/gun play, again solely with partners he knows and is sure with.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Submission, like although he had an amazing chemistry with Charlize (I don’t make the rules, but she is his mom) I don’t think that those’d be the girls he’d go for, or be turned on by a show of power.

He’d be more interested in the soft girl that is sitting by herself at the club, trying silly to grab his attention with a few of attentive glances at him, but shy enough to not only make her deliciously blush, but to also disappear as he turns to catches them.

What turns him even more on, is shy girls that are deeply corrupted inside, like the same girl, pushing her panties in his fingers before moving out of the club.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

Although he might like brats, he doesn’t apprecciate people who don’t take the BDSM life seriously, for example ‘wannabe doms and subs’ and alongside that also spiteful and spoiled people are somebody he wouldn’t be find in.

He lives breaking subs into submission, but he won’t be annoyed by people who don’t understand the relationship. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I don’t think that he groans much, and I feel like he is rather silent and even if he speaks he tends to use a lower and husky tone, which needs to be listened immediately, he doesn’t like raising his voice.

He doesn’t mind loud partners, he actually encourages them!

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I do think that he tends to be have his own movement of sweetness in bed, which are pretty rare, but sometimes he just wants to cherish his partners and focus on them, going down on them for entire hours and then maybe doing something more...

I’d also think that he is probably a swinger and doesn’t mind that lifestyle for both sexes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is pretty endorsed, although he has a more sleek appearance which he keeps even more attentive with the fact that he likes being attentive and ambiguous in an almost androginine way (also let me tell you he’ll judge your style so hard, bad style is also a pass for him).

[billskarsgardximagine]