#merkel drabble

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Merkel's powers of observation are put to good use in his romantic entanglements. He reads the raised hairs on your arm when he trails his fingers down your spine and follows the sound of your breath catching in your throat to discover new ways to make you surrender to his touch. He knows that when you stare out the window late at night and say that you're fine, you're really not. You just don't want to talk about it. He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your temple before murmuring softly, "Come back to bed." He knows when to be soft and when to push you to do more than you thought possible. But when you look at his face, it is inscrutable. Whatever turmoil lurks behind his hazel eyes, he masks it with an air of cool detachment that could fool the most clever observer. You have learned to read him through music. Each record carries its own emotional weight, signifying more than the sum total of its parts. When he listens to Wagner, it means he's nostalgic for afternoons spent practicing piano with his grandmother. You think that must have been the last time his life felt simple. When he puts on the Sex Pistols, you know the anger he carries is simmering just below the surface. You let him smoke as many cigarettes as he wants and tug on his hair when he kisses you, meeting his fire with your own until you both extinguish each other for lack of oxygen. Pink Floyd means that he's been wounded and Depeche Mode means that he's contrite. On the days he listens to David Bowie, you think you see his ideal self: a man who loves deeply and lives freely without fear of retribution. You find Merkel listening to "Rebel, Rebel" in the kitchen when you get home from work. His hair falls into his face as he practices the guitar fingering on the edge of the counter, waiting for a pot of water to boil on the stove. You linger in the doorway and smile to yourself as you watch him. His gaze flickers over to you. "Why are you smiling like that?" he asks, quirking a brow. You shrug. "It's a good song." He studies you for a moment, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. He knows you're hiding something, but he'll get it out of you eventually.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

The Merkel piece is so heart wrenching and I shouldn’t want this, but does he come back to her? Will she be okay? I can see her doing things to try to bring him back. 💔

Maybe start with how they met...

Gordon Merkel had lead a chaotic, rough, exciting life full of danger and uncertainty and he loved it. In his profession you burned bright and no one really made it to retirement. Longevity wasn’t in stars for him or any one he worked with whether it was lifespan, relationships or sanity. It was all on a crash course for disaster, so getting emotionally attached to anyone was a sure fire way to see them get hurt.

Luckily, a large part of their training was emotional detachment. When you constantly witnessed people dying around you, and were close to the absolute worst human beings on the planet, controlling your emotions was a matter of life or death. When your job was to befriend the biggest predators on the planet, you needed to be one too.

When it came to relationshits, You definitely didn’t need a woman for more than the fun she had to offer of the carnal variety. No one was more true to this unsaid, but heavily encouraged rule than Gordon Merkel. He preferred to not only never see them again, but he really didn’t like exchanging names.

He never had a girlfriend in his life and didn’t plan on it. He didn’t have a whole lot of faith in human beings, in fact he was pretty sure he was incapable of trusting anyone, ever. Blame it on his childhood, his temper, his endless line of bedmates, his profession or the fact he got a lot of “come fuck me” looks from taken and married women daily, it really wasn’t his concern.

That’s why he was having such a hard time coming to terms with his obsession with a girl he’d met at a club recently. It was run by major human and drug traffickers he’d been assigned to get close to. He was deep undercover as the brother of a member of management that was being aggressively persuaded into helping his organization.

“Hey Merk come here bro!” The said traitor to his very dangerous bosses but out as soon as he had walked in the door.

Merkel rolled his eyes, but made his way over to the imposing figure of his supposed brother. It was almost laughable they’d believed they were related considering the only trait they shared was they were both tall. Merkel was what most would call a pretty boy, while his accomplice Tony was a meathead through and through. “How can I help you?”

“Don’t get smart with me kid, follow me, I gotta talk to you somewhere safe.” Tony sneered as he spin on his heel and marched forward, knowing Merkel would follow.

They reached his office and he followed the man inside only to be stunned as the man grabbed him by his throat and slammed him into the wall. Eyes bugging out and trying to loosen the steel grip on his air supply, he quickly wondered if this was the day he’d meet his maker. Black spots started to appear and as he waited on his life to flash before his eyes, the only thing that came to mind was that damn girl, smiling at him last night. Then more pictures of her doing anything from walking across a room, to laughing at a joke he didn’t hear. He was mortified these were his last thoughts, and for the first time in his short, crazy life, he questioned if he love was in fact real.

Just before he was sure he was dead, tony released his throat, letting him fall to the floor in a coughing, hacking fit. Desperately trying to catch his breath, and stop the room from spinning, Merkel focused on the mans shoes in front of him. He was saying something, but it wasn’t registering.

“Do I gotta choke you out again?” He roared and that got Merks attention real quick.

“No!” He gasped as he shook his head. “Ask again, I’m listening!”

Tony waited for Merk to look up at him and when he did, he said in the most menacing tone he could muster “when do I get to see my fucking kids?”

This threw Merkel off, but he attempted to hide his complete cluelessness from the man. “Didn’t they set that all up with you before this started?”

“Yes, but you’re in here now, they are trusting you, and I was promised a phone call every Sunday to be sure they’re ok and healthy and I didn’t get my fucking call yesterday.” Tony spit out so violently, he was shaking.

Honestly Merkel had no clue how they’d gotten this guy to cooperate, and he hoped it wasn’t by holding this guys children hostage, but he wasn’t allowed to ask questions. This was another reason they taught them to be emotionally detached. His organization was about the greater good. They had no issue killing indiscriminately, if it would further what they considered a more important objective.

Seeing the much larger, much older man shaking in fury, and looking far too unstable for his taste, he pulled out his phone. Scrolling through the contacts, he pressed send on the emergency number he’d never called, and was greeted within one ring.

“I need information on our friend.” He stated confidently.

“We thank you and we are in contact now.” Then the line went dead just as the other mans phone started ringing.

Wasting no time, Merkel hopped up and made his way to the door. In his haste to get away from the hostile man, he neglected to check to see the hall was clear and collided with the very girl that had been tormenting his thoughts.

Not wishing to see her fall, he grabbed her and held him against her as he fell to the ground. She hardly weighed a thing so the fall wasn’t so bad, but when he looked down at her, her eyes were round as saucers. Seemingly losing his ability to speak, he just stared into her beautiful face waiting for her reaction.

Her face fell into a smirk, and she bit her lip in an effort to curb an impending giggle fit. It proved to. E in vain, as she began to giggle uncontrollably, making the normally suave, stoic Merkel giggle along with her. Before they knew it they were both giggling like idiots, trying to catch their breath, as Tony stepped out of his office.

“What the fuck are you two idiots doing?” Tony asked raising an eyebrow. “Nicole get up off my brother, he’s not good enough for a girl like you.”

Hooded eyelids and long lashes blinked slowly, as her sparkling hazel eyes gazed dreamily at the man still holding her in his arms. “I think I like your brother Tony, and i think he likes me too.” She said playfully as she grinded her hips into Merkels groin.

Tony shook his head and walked past the two young people and turned his head before going out on the floor. “Merk she’s one of the Boss’s special girls so if you have any sense you’ll get up and walk away.”

Nicole’s brow creased and she glared in Tony’s direction, before hesitantly turning to Merkel. “Um I guess I’ll leave you alone.”

Merkel chuckled as he pressed his face into her hair and laid a light kiss behind her ear. “Good thing I don’t have any sense Nicole.”

Her head snapped back so she could look into his face and see if he was joking but just as she was going to question him, he crashed his lips into hers in a passionate, damn near possessive kiss. Nothing else existed in that moment, it was just them two in the whole world. She couldn’t help but smile against his lips, as he pulled her even closer.

“Your brother wasn’t kidding. They’ll get mad if they see us together and the boss kinda thinks I belong to him.”

“Do you?” He growled into her ear, before lifting her to her feet.

Pulling himself to his full height, he towered over her and she ran her hand up his torso appreciatively. “I’ve only ever belonged to myself. Me against the world, but maybe... I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?”

“Maybe I could give myself to someone like you.” She said looking up into his gorgeous green eyes.

That was it for him. He knew he was done for. Looking down at her, he didn’t want to just get her in bed (eventhough he did) but for the first time in his life, Gordon Merkel wanted to keep a woman safe. He wanted to keep her close. He wanted to keep her, and it scared the shit out of him.

[ill-skillsgard]

Can you do a drabble about Merkel om a mission. But you don't know he's on a mission so when you meet him you are close to destroying everything?

The target was right there. Gordon had been tasked with tracking him and watching his every move. The process was delicate and he hardly had a second to order a drink, which was unfortunate because it had been far too long since breakfast.

He had to be alert and stay that way yet appear as casual as any other bar patron. It was a tedious balancing act. Keep one eye on the target and one eye on everything else like some kind of undercover chameleon.

As he scanned the venue once again, a set of cat-like eyes caught him by surprise. She smirked at him and he smirked back. He already knew that she had been eyeing him since the moment he sat down. It was just another part of the job— know what activities were going on around you without making your assessment known.

Of course, he noticed her staring. And of course, he realized that she was coming right at him and cutting off his line of sight to the target. He shifted his head and the girl took it as a snub.

“Do you think you’re being sneaky?” She asked.

“Pardon me, ma’am?”

“I’ve been watching you.”

“Yes,” Gordon replied. “I’ve noticed.”

“You’re not from around here.”

Gordon stretched his neck to make sure the target was still sitting at the same table sipping the same drink.

“How can you tell?” His question carried a tone of dismissal but she wouldn’t be so easily shooed. 

“Everyone in here is a regular except you and that guy you’ve been staring at for the last half an hour.”

His eyes snapped to her finally and she smiled with satisfaction. “If you want, I can go talk to him for you.”

Gordon began to laugh. It was well past midnight and he could feel his eyelids growing heavier but her comment shook him awake. “I assure you, ma’am, that is not what I’m here for.”

She took a step forward and his eyeline was effectively cut off. If this woman could tell that he did not belong, surely there were others that may have noticed him. But he couldn’t think about that right now. The target was shifting in his seat, readying himself to do something but the woman was in front of him and another party of bar-hoppers had crowded in around the bar.

He had to move fast if he was going to salvage his observation. But the woman had no intentions of moving. Sighing, he finally gave her the twice-over that she had been fishing for. He licked his lips and she smiled at him.

Gordon hopped off the barstool and she took a step back, thrown off by his true height. He leaned in over her shoulder, touched her arm and whispered, “I’m interested, doll, but a little busy at the moment. How about I come to find you next week?”

“How will you know where to look?” She asked as he started off.

Gordon paused and looked back at her, readjusting the fit of his jacket. “You said it yourself. Everyone here is a regular but me and that motherfucker.”

[lihikainanea]

Can I just say that I’m about to get on the long flight back home and there will be no sleeping for me.

Why?

Because @dreamtherapy put the image in my head of Merkel, possessive as all fuck, keeping an eye on you from across his bar. And when a guy gets too close and hangs around too long, Merkel grabs a bottle and takes slow, confident strides towards you. You can feel his presence behind you before you even see him, but he reaches a hand up from behind, tips your chin back, and pours a shot into your mouth. Then he leans down to your ear, staring the guy in the eyes the whole time.

“Swallow, little one.”

You do, and he wipes a thumb across your chin to swipe up some of the alcohol that spilled. He pops his thumb in your mouth and rests it on your tongue. He’s still staring the guy down.

“Suck.”

You do.

“Good girl,” he breathes. He withdraws his thumb and tips your head further back, licking across your bottom lip, and the guy finally gets the picture and leaves.

[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.

[therangersmistress]

Help.

I have so many disgustingly good thoughts about Roman, and Merkel and Axel and Mickey... I mean the list goes on. And I’m a very open person, I’m that person their friends wish WASN’T so open, but for some reason writing smut, like, terrifies me. I feel like I’m just gonna come across too clinical. Like a fucking robot who’s just discovered sex for the first time. Oh this is where that goes? Who woulda thought. 🤷 So please, loves, help a girl out and send me all your smutty asks so I’m forced to get over this fucking irrational fear of mine. Thank you.✌️ 

[emmyrosee]

Bill Skarsgard & Co.

PLEASE NOTE! any starred titles (”*example*”) is erotica and NOT for anyone under the age of 18.

last updated // Jan. 20, 2022

bill skarsgård

fanfics

Hold My Girl (fluff)

Through the Blizzard (fluff)

drabbles

making him up

missing him over facetime

being besties

*sucking “pennywise” off*

*when daddy!alexander teaches you swedish for daddy!bill*

taking care of his love after a long day

lost dog 

dad bod!bill is perfect

*dad!bill with a lactation kink*

dad bod!bill cant accept compliments smh

thicc thigh riding

*sweet aftercare (slight ddlg tw)*

loving up on bill’s tum

       part two to the tum lovins

little!reader’s tantrum (ddlg tw)

*orgasm denial*

axel cluney from Deadpool 2

fanfics

Sleepy (Fluff)

drabbles

*keep reading*

*breeding kink*

mark’s older brother

sweet, mindless fluff

stoned stick and pokes

sweet makeout sessions

taking care of you when your monthly comes

enamored with his son

shitfaced and soft

*body worshipping*

*noise complaints*

he appreciates you :)

after a hard day

dad!axel lets his daughter dress herself

accidentally hitting him in your sleep

meeting diesel

emmy’s late night thoughts

*a sweet makeout session*

carrying his big baby all day

wisdom teeth removal

*camera!man axel loves his camgirl*

*emmy really like this hate sex piece*

          *part two*

in the mornings

hockey!axel teaching his son how to play 

*interesting punishment methods*

revealing little rudolph 

*santa, baby*

your big ol’ manimal

emmy’s favorite axel angst

             part two 

             part three 

hockey!axel coaxes you to ice skate

*punishment and price of bail*

teasing hockey!axel

*the bump he makes*

when you were in an accident

jealous!axel angst

comforting you 

heavy words and heated lips

hockey!axel getting into a fight for you

*coming home to you*

*making you feel small*

dad!axel comforting his newborn

sentimental moments with tattoos

*hockey!play axel after a game*

*tying him down and teasing*

sweet aftercare

*being with a reader who likes cars as much as he does*

scaring the reader

*begging to suck him off*

dad!axel getting his newborn to stop crying

sweet morning wakeup calls

cold shoulder reader

*teasing you while he watches his movie*

taking care of drunk and hungover reader

*seducing him at work*

*cockwarming him*

gordan merkel from Atomic Blonde

fanfics

On The Run (no longer in progress)

hopping (part one)

staying (part two)

Little Things (Preview)

drabbles

*soft!dom merkel*

*interrogating the reader*

*taking care of him*

dad!gordan with your first little girl together

*sweet, but smutty*

“please stop smiling at me like that”

seeking your familiar comfort

patching you up after a fight

*mean dom!merkel*

*pet play*

fugitive!reader and merkel saga

where it began

becoming distant after the first time

              she fights back against him (slight nsfw)

              senseless, regretful angst

*teaching her german*

henry pearl from battlecreek

fanfics

-

drabbles

aftermath of a night out

cookie fight

distractions and coffee stains

a way with words

hyping you up

domestic valentines day

the plague takes over your home

soft loves after a long day

christmas magic

when he’s sick

singing to his baby

babysitter!henry pearl with your son

innocent surprises

“stop being so cute!”

*needy, subby pearl*

first snowfall

*kitty space*

lovely little father

tending to his scars

thanksgiving snuggles

post-fight snuggles

reading to you when you’re sick

*first time making love*

being affectionate *slight nsfw*

sweet little nothings

making him breakfast

admiring his scars

teaching you how to paint

mark from assassination nation

fanfics

-

drabbles 

snuggly, affectionate boy

axel’s younger brother

buns in the oven

*shower surprises*

*he tries to make it up to you*

holding his baby for the first time

i love dad!mark okay

*toxic (toxic relationships tw)*

*aftercare after a rough session*

*he spits in your mouth*

needy, cuddly mark

mateo from soulmates

fanfics

-

drabbles

pretending to be your boyfriend

drunk mateo

dates gone wrong

the first time he leaves

mickey from villains

fanfics

-

drabbles

from tickles to something more

breakfast with mickey

“few more minutes?”

taking your leftovers

when he’s the cutest ever

*blowing axel for the first time*

sweetly, selfishly affectionate

roomie mickey can’t sleep

         roomie mickey being precious

*he makes you squirt*

timezone facetime calls

the rulemaker of cuddling

drunk confessions (w/ axel)

*mindless, loving smut*

*begging to touch you*

he’s a punny man

losing his darling (gun violence tw)

after you fight

dad!mickey and the cookies

taking care of you after appointments

precious mickey fluff

*pegging mickey*

sleepy snuggles (again)

*giving reader her first climax*

comforting you when you’re stressed

taking care of his sleepy love

*giving him road head*

*he likes to get popped in the mouth*

comforting you after a long day

keeping you company when bored

*surprising him with your kinkier side*

*mean!dom mickey*

roman godfrey from hemlock grove

fanfics 

Morning Sickness (fluff)

Appreciation (fluff)

Difficult (fluff)

Deadlines (fluff)

Little Moments (fluff)

drabbles

soft domestic ass roman is a cute roman 

*daddy!roman punishing reader 

christmas cookies

*home for dinner*

he traumatizes you

eyeing your cake

soft!roman is whipped

“don’t make me fall in love with you.”

possesive!roman hiding you away (EXTREME TW)

comforting you 

*spanking you raw*

needy hangover affections

*some period kink mess*

*riding your man*

he hates watching nadia grow up

*bloody sex (ft. Eric Northman)*

dad!roman is the sweetest

*soft!dom roman*

taking care of salty!reader

taking care of his traumatized!reader

*using your safeword for the first time*

*mean!dom roman*

*making her squirt*

comforting his sugar baby

when someone talks badly about his girl

developing a crush on roman

        reuniting with the green eyed man

Stressed

the kid/ henry deaver from castle rock

fanfics

-

drabbles

comfort kisses

sweet breakfast

he’s afraid of the dark

*wearing your panties*

*naughty boy and his punishment*

teaching him how to smile

post-nightmare snuggles

willard russell from the devil all the time

fanfics

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drabbles

his socks

the engagement ring (slight nsfw)

preference lists

who and who not to let in the kitchen

they want to give you a relationship

holding their babies for the first time

their tattoos

when they find out you’re pregnant

a bill breakfast

emmy’s random head canons

in footie pajamas

when they’re sick and you want to take care of them

         another version of this

*when they’re your first time*

lingerie shopping (slightly suggestive content tw)

stoned boys

what they smell like

one large cuddle pile

when you pass out

coolest instagram accounts

do they like asmr?

incorrectly correct heights

*to get you to sleep*

pandemic living

playfighting with the boys

*when you ask to peg them*

*the noises they make*

Norman F*cking Rockwell! 

when you fail a class

when you, rightfully, call him a meanie butt

during the spooky season

when they find out you’re pregnant

when they become fathers

when you get into fights

when you need his affections

when you safe word

when tiny humans throw temper tantrums

when they’re mad

when you’re sick

*size kink*

*spanking styles*

how they are with PDA

tiny humans and their first words

they comfort you when you get a shot

when your hairdresser does you dirty

can any of them even dance?

touched starved and needy boys

they sleepy, needy babies

[scxrsgxrd]

Masterlist

- These works are intended for 18+ ONLY

- These works are written for fanfiction purposes and all characters included are fictional

:)

Last updated: May 4th 2021

Bill Skarsgård:

Fics:

The vendetta

Overstimulation

Listen to daddy

Suspicious minds: part one , part two

Roman Godfrey:

Fics:

Daddy’s lap

Drabbles:

Roman being Roman

Gordon Merkel:

Fics:

Remedy: part one , part two, part three, part four part five

Drabbles:

The lies will keep you safe

The coat

When in Moscow

Axel Cluney:

Fics:

Dive bar

Drabbles:

Drag racing

Car troubles

Axel ft AHA

Willard Russell:

Fics:

No Good (complete): part one , part two , part three , part four

Henry Pearl:

Drabbles:

Going down on you for the first time

Mickey:

Drabbles:

Subby!Mickey series:

Being a good boy

Punishment

The game

Winners and losers

The cookie incident

The parents

The reward

Office hours (part one)

Office hours (part two)

Soft Mickey things

A Valentine’s treat

Alexander Skarsgård:

Eric Northman:

Drabbles:

Patience

When Pam and Eric met Roman

[6rookie-writer0110]

Cold

Lorraine Broughton x Reader.

Summary - Lorraine is reunited with Reader.

Short Drabble.

Lorraine felt broken and angry when she found out that Percival killed you. She held your body close to her and she starts to cry. She kissed your forehead and closed your eyes, her tears drop on your face. She left grabbed her gun and she went to look for Percival. When she found him, she starts to fight him but she didn't hesitate to kill him.

She went home, she starts to drink from the bottle. All night she drank until she passed out. She didn't want to be around anyone, she just wanted to be alone. She starts to think of you and her eyes get filled with tears. Her tears go down and she wiped it away. She drinks again and she starts to blackout.

Merkel started to get worried about Lorraine. He went to check on her but she didn't want to open the door. He left and she starts to drink again.

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It's been three months and Lorraine hasn't gotten over your death. You're standing outside Lorraine’s loft and you go inside. You look around and no one is around, you start to picklock the door. The door opened and you go inside. You see empty vodka bottles all over the loft. You start to look for Lorraine. She comes home and noticed the door is open, she takes out her gun and goes inside the apartment quietly. She pressed the gun to your head hard and you put your arms up.

”Who sent you!?” Lorraine spat.

”Don’t shoot please” You said.

We recognize your voice and you slowly turned around. Her eyes opened wide and her heart starts to race.

”Y/N...” Lorraine said.

She puts her gun down and she is in shock.

”I can explain-”

”Explain what!?! I cried because I thought I lost you forever! Do you have any idea how that feels! Y/N, I drink myself to sleep because I thought you were dead!!” Lorraine yelled with rage.

You let her yell at you.

”I’m sorry! I can explain why I had to fake my death. Lo-”

She starts to yell at you again. You didn't stop her you just listen. She sat on the bed and starts to cry again.

”I’m tired of crying,” Lorraine said.

”I can leave if you want,” You said.

You felt a hard grip on your forearm.

”You better explain why you faked your death” Lorraine snapped.

”Percival wanted me dead because I knew his secrets. Merkel gave me something that will temporarily stop my heart. He took me to his safe house and you couldn't because I knew you were going to stop me. I heard what you did to Percival, but he survived and he wanted to kill you. He put a bounty on you. Before he can make the call, I shot him in the head. I was in hiding because his friends were hunting me down but Merkel helped me. Lorraine, I am sorry that I couldn't tell you” You said.

You and Lorraine stayed in silence for minutes but it felt like hours.

”Y/N...” Lorraine heavily sighed.

You touch her hand but it felt like you were touching ice.

”I love you. I will understand that you don't want to see me again” You said.

You felt Lorraine’s cold hands on your face and she starts to kiss you. You start to kiss her back then she stopped.

”I know you don't trust me, Lorraine but I will do anything to win your trust back. I love you” You said.

You touch her cheek and she kissed your hand. She stares into your eyes, she believes you when you said those three words.

”Y/N, you will make it up to me for the rest of your life,” Lorraine said.

”I’m okay with that,” You said.

You and Lorraine made love all night.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Headcanons: Falling for Her

Merkel: It was like being boiled alive. He hadn’t realized it was happening until he was in so deep that he couldn’t get out if he wanted to. He sat up in bed, paging through a worn paperback copy of Italo Calvino’s Difficult Loves and trying to read by the moonlight streaming through the window while she lay beside him, one of her legs curled over his as though asking him to stay even as she slept. His eyes swept over the words on the page, but his mind didn’t register a single word. All he could think about was the way they could fall into each other’s gravity, how she told him she loved him without ever saying a word. He traced the soft curve of her cheek with one fingertip, watching her sleep and thinking of all the promises he’d made to himself. Merkel was willing to break them all. He set the book aside and lay down alongside her, threading his fingers through her hair and studying her face to make sure she was truly asleep. She lay perfectly still with an expression of serene contentment written on her face as he brushed his lips against her forehead. “Ich liebe dich,” he whispered.

Mark: They had fought, again. He didn’t want it to turn into another show in front of her friends, so he’d grabbed her arm and they’d left the party early. She was fucking furious with him. They both sat in the car parked on the shoulder of the road, the windshield wipers slicing through the rain in the dark. Her whole body was shifted away from him as she stared out the window. He wondered if she was thinking of ending things. If his jealousy had finally done him in. He wondered if he even cared. He cracked the window open and lit a cigarette, taking a long, slow drag as he glanced at her. She rested her forehead against the window, her shoulders tense as she hunched over slightly, wrapping her arms around herself. Mark exhaled, and something softened within him. “Hey,” he said. His voice was gentler now. He snuffed the cigarette out and placed a hand on her shoulder, coaxing her to him. “Come here.” She resisted him at first, and then after a moment, she turned and let him pull her against his chest. And then he said something he’d never said to any girl. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Axel: It was supposed to be a one-night stand. That was his usual play—rinse and repeat—because he didn’t do relationships. He barely even did friends-with-benefits. That kind of thing always got too messy too fast. So Axel couldn’t figure out why the fuck he’d texted her to ask what she was doing at eleven o’clock on a Friday night, why the fuck he had gone home with her three times already, and why the fuck he got in his car when she texted back, “IDK. Wanna come over?” He hadn’t even answered the text. He’d just shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed his motorcycle helmet, riding over there on autopilot. She answered the door in a faded Nirvana tee and the shortest pair of boy shorts imaginable, holding a spoonful of strawberry ice cream. She didn’t even say anything. She gave the ice cream a little kitten lick before she grinned and grabbed his belt, yanking him inside. “I can’t stop thinking about your cock,” she purred. And though he didn’t realize it then, whenever he looked back, that was it. That was the moment she hooked him.

Mickey: He had been crushing on her so hard all throughout high school. She didn’t have a clue. She would be interested in one guy or another, telling Mickey all about her hopes and dreams and heartbreaks. He was there through all of it, doing his best to be her friend and not let his own feelings interfere when her own interests clearly rested elsewhere. He never took advantage of those vulnerable moments when it might have been easy to coax her into a rebound romance. He was her rock, and he’d let her cry it out on his shoulder and offer to kick so-and-so’s ass if she wanted. The last time it happened, she was curled up on the couch with him, her head resting against his shoulder while they watched Legally Blonde. “Why can’t I just find a guy like you?” she’d asked, sniffling. And Mickey fell off a cliff right then and there. He held her a little tighter. “I don’t know, baby,” he murmured. “But I’m not going anywhere.” He knew he loved her, and that he would always love her, even if they were just friends. And then, much to his surprise, her lips suddenly found their way to his, and she kissed him so hard it made his head spin. When they both came up for air, she smacked his arm. “Why won’t you just ask me out already, you big dummy?” And they’ve been running together ever since.

[ill-skillsgard]

Another goth out here - Can I ask for hc's of all the Bill boys you write for with a goth girl, please?

Why, yes! I’d love to. After all... Everyone needs a cute goth GF, right? You know it’s true.

Axel Cluney

He steals her fishnets. They just look good on him. Axel likes to show some skin and he’s not a fan of real shirts. Only garments with holes in them, and she happens to have a lot of those. Axel will convince her to do a clothing swap with him until she gets fed up sacrificing her clothes and brings him to a goth market where he can buy his own stuff.

They compare tattoos. She has some meaningful and dark tattoos and Axel is covered in ink he let his friend put on him as “practice”...That friend is now in jail tattooing convicts, but Axel insists they’re not prison tats.

He shows her new music. Everything she loves, Axel loved when he was a  kid, and makes it a point to remind her of his refined taste by bringing her mix CDs which she can’t play because who even owns a CD-player anymore? (He buys her one from the local pawn shop so they can listen to Smashing Pumpkins together.)

Axel contemplates dying his hair black. He loves hers, so why not his?

Roman Godfrey

She has a crush on him first, thinking he’s the closest thing to the local “goth” boy, then realizes he’s not goth at all. She might think he’s a poser. After much back and forth, she decides he’s just a fashion guy, but he already has his sights set on her. He wears all the black in his closet and then buys more to assimilate.

Roman’s idea of a first date is bringing her to a forest where he smokes cigarettes and talks about being an outcast. She makes fun of him only a little bit, then steals his scarf. He lets her keep it, saying it looks better on her anyway.

He asks her if she knows any witchcraft or spells; if she believes in spirits and all that. It surprises her to hear these questions and she answers, “why? You wanna put a hex on someone?”

Roman has found a match for his attitude. He thought he was the world’s biggest brat until he meets her. It’s a huge turn-on for him to have a girl that doesn’t put up with bullshit.

Henry Deaver

She scares him. Like a lot. But it’s hot...Right? He doesn’t know if she hates him or not, but he’ll find out once he summons the courage to talk to her.

He’s wildly afraid of coming off as unimpressive, but he doesn’t know what these kinds of girls like. So he buys up a bunch of old-school horror movies, some of them truly god-awful, and hopes she’ll want to watch one of them. Oh, and he has to keep the lights on, and no, he won’t explain why. He just likes to watch movies with the light on. Yes, there’s a glare on the screen, and no, it doesn’t bother him.

She figures out Henry is jumpy and will lurk in the shadows to pop out at him at any chance. He screams and clutches his chest the first couple of times, then spends the rest of their time together peering around corners and assessing where she is at all times.

He will not make the first move. She kisses him first, under a full moon, and Henry practically melts.

The Kid

He’s the only man that kind of freaks her out. He’s tall, dark, quiet, and not in the typecast way. This guy looks like a dead tree. He kind of sits there all stiff and wide-eyed like ghosts are talking to him. Until he cracks his first gentle smile, she’s not even sure he has a pulse.

The Kid knows all the best scary movies, and we’re not talking Friday the  Thirteenth and A Nightmare on Elm Street. He has a stash of the freakiest underground film that makes even her feel uncomfortable watching, and she grew up on this shit.

She likes to wear dark lipstick, and he’s the only one who doesn’t make snide or “clever” comments. He likes the way she dresses and does herself up. It reminds him of a little porcelain doll. A cursed doll, but cute nonetheless.

To her surprise, he kisses her first. He’s not the most vocal guy, but he can read body language, and he knows it’s the right time. When he pulls away, the smile on her face turns his icy insides to liquid.

Henry Pearl

They meet at a midnight art showing in the middle of the town’s square. Her booth is set up with her spooky dolls and sinister paintings, sculptures and metaphysical crafts of bone and crystals. Henry gravitates toward her when he hears people whispering about her weird art.

She begs him to teach her some painting techniques, as she’s intrigued by his skill, and he obliges, but only later at night.

He makes her breakfast at night, explaining that nine PM is the perfect time for pancakes. She doesn’t mind since she’s a night owl by nature.

After they see each other for a few weeks, Henry paints a portrait of her and gets his first kiss as a result. It rocks his entire world. After the kiss, all he ever wants to paint is her face.

Mickey

He tries a little too hard to get her attention at first. She doesn’t know whether she finds him pathetic or if it’s kiiinda cute how he follows her around like a puppy.

They bond over music one day in Mickey’s car, which is NOT the car she first saw him driving. He lights up when metal plays, croons to power ballads, gets emotional over the break-up songs. She can see he’s a genuine dude who wears his emotions on his sleeve.

Mickey brings her flowers he stole from various gardens. He had a vision of buying her a bouquet of black roses, but they wanted 60 bucks at the store, so he improvises by prowling the garden district with a pair of shears.

Her black collars excite him. He asks if they mean anything or if they’re just fashion. She teases him and tells him if he wants to find out, he’ll have to prove himself. So he spends the rest of the week acting like the perfect boyfriend, though they’re not “official”, they are in his mind and he doesn’t have eyes for anyone else.

Merkel

Maybe the only guy who might be more goth than her. He likes black, wearing make-up and knows all the best underground clubs where they play dark industrial and everyone dresses like her.

He asks if he can dress her one day. To her surprise, Merkel has trunks of clothes he’s taken from fashion shoots. He styles her and stages his own photoshoot with her as his muse. The pictures are strikingly editorial, and she has the best time.

Merkel talks about hanging out with all her idols. She listens with heart-eyes and a smile to rival a sunrise to the stories of Gordon’s travels through Europe.

Invites her over to his place one night for wine and black-and-white movies, but all she wants to do is check out his handcuff collection and put them to use. With a coy look, he escorts her to his studio apartment, asking, “do you have your own safeword, or should we decide on one now?”

Willard Russell

He doesn’t understand all the black, but he wants to because he thinks she looks beautiful. He’s never seen a girl like her before. Maybe she’s an angel, maybe she’s the opposite... All Willard knows is he wants to talk to her.

She understands his melancholy, and he doesn’t feel like he needs to put on a happy mask when she’s around. It’s a breath of fresh air to feel like he can be himself in front of someone who doesn’t try to change him.

Her intelligence baffles him, and she doesn’t speak like the folks he grew up with. She’s different in every way, and he falls in love with her quickly.

Willard makes her a tree swing in the forest where they like to go to be alone. She finds this incredibly sweet and kisses him on the cheek before taking a seat on the wooden plank. His skin heats from where her lips touched, and he spends the rest of the evening with her in a lovestruck daze.

[lihikainanea]

Combining two of my favourite things you've ever written, what if one day tiger is watching Bill's sex scenes again or maybe she's watching Hemlock Grove for the first time, and she sees one of the Roman Godfrey ones he did and it looks like he's hittin it so deep so when he walks in she just points to the screen and asks him to wreck her like that.

GOD YES NANI. HARDER.

but like, look. Tiger’s a champ, you know? And she’s getting better at this whole....asking for what she wants. Letting Bill know when she needs something. And I think before she would sometimes just not ask for what she needed, try and go without unless Bill guessed in time, but now she’s getting better. 

She’s better now though, much to Bill’s delight. And if she’s feeling a little feisty she’ll let him know exactly how she wants it. And maybe it’s Atomic Blonde (if there is a god, there will be a second one and Merkel will have a sex scene).

But maybe it’s Hemlock Grove. Maybe it’s that hot as hell sex scene with Miranda, Bill’s huge hand on her back and on her ass, guiding her movements. 

NO WAIT I HAVE A BETTER IDEA.

It’s the Simon and the Oaks scene. The scene. The one where he kisses the hell out of that girl, and then backs her up and pins her arms to wall. Bill can kiss the life out of someone, and I swear I haven’t even seen that movie but just the GIFs are enough to fucking slaughter me. And I’ll bet tiger is watching it, and then she calmly hits pause. Bill’s doing some work at the kitchen table, so she just goes to get him and grabs his hand. 

“Hey kid,” he greets warmly, “What’s up?”

But tiger doesn’t say anything, just tugs him up, drags him to the living room. Then she rewinds the movie, plays the scene, and pauses it again.

“That,” she points to the TV, “Please.”

“What?” Bill asks, confused. Tiger rolls her eyes, but it gains a warning look from him. She rewinds the part, plays it again.

“That,” she says.

“You want me to kiss you like that?” he asks. Bill is kind, but he’s dumb sometimes. She looks at him expectantly, and he smiles.

“Come here,” he motions to her, but she shakes her head.

“You walked up to her in that scene,” tiger says.

Bill smirks, shakes out his shoulders, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He remembers, that way. He remembers his characters, the way they moved. And when he opens his eyes again, tiger’s heart skips a beat. And he just walks to her, bends and grabs her face, kisses her plain fucking stupid before backing her into the wall, hoisting her legs around his hips as he pinned her arms to her sides.

When he breaks away they’re both out of breath, and tiger looks like she forgot her own name.

“Like that, kid?” he purrs.

[ilovetheideaofu]

I love these! 💕

Ok so this was asked by @shenevertricks1831 but the ask is gone or maybe I replied to it... who even knows anymore...

First times with S/O

Roman

Their first time was after an amazing evening out. It was the closest thing to dating, Roman had ever experienced. Initially he just wanted sex as usual, but Nadia pulled him aside and told him not to hurt her friends mommy. Now normally when someone told him not to do something, he could care less, but Nadia scared him. Most people thought he was just a doting father, that lived to please his daughter, but the reality was, she’s fucking terrifying. So he attempted to forget the woman, but he couldn’t. He became infatuated, and it quickly evolved into obsession. One night while creeping her Instagram, he saw her post a pic that she was on a date. That was fucking it. He rushed over, pounded on her door, and when she answered, he stormed inside asking where the motherfucker was at. She was completely confused by his behavior, and in true Roman fashion, he went on a tirade of how he wants her, but can’t have her, cuz he doesn’t want to hurt her, but he can’t forget her, and it’s driving him crazy. He knew he looked like a nutjob, so he sadly turned to leave, when she grabbed his hand and said she feels the same. He stares at her a moment and then picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he takes her in her room, kissing her frantically. They rip each others clothes off and have sex till they’re sore... and then they do it again.

Axel

When her tattoo was finally done, she followed the tattoo guy to Axels shop, and was stunned how nice it was. She was expecting like a dirty hole in the wall shop, but it was a big open place, that was spotless and well lit. All the tools were neatly organized, and all the work spaces were clean. In the front were pictures and magazine covers of some of the cars he’d done, and it was shocking. She showed him her tattoo she’d gotten on her arm that was a 3D style making it look like she was a cyborg. Axel was blown away by her tattoo and thought it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. The tattoo guy had to leave, but she stayed behind, and he showed her how to weld. When she did well at that, he almost fell over. Then she kissed him, and they fucked right there on the floor. Thank god the place was so clean.

Merkel

She was staying with her half brother since she’d just gotten out of a terrible relationship, and had to just leave her old life behind to escape the guy. Merkel found himself visiting Matt a lot, in hopes to see her. One night she said she wished she could go swimming and Merkel said they could go for a swim in his indoor pool. That blew her mind and she wanted to see his house, but Matt was too tired. So it was just her and Merkel. When they got to his place, she changed into her bathing suit, but kept a long sleeve swim shirt on. Playing around in the pool, she was showing him how to float, when her shirt rode up showing scars on her stomach. He asked her where they were from and she freaked out. He calmed her and got her to take the swim shirt off, which exposed her torso littered with scars of various sizes and shapes. She admitted that’s why she had to escape her ex, because he cut her to make her ugly every time a man looked at her. It broke merkels heart and he told her she was beautiful. She didn’t believe him, so he decided to kiss every scar, making his way down to her core, where he did such an amazing job, she believed him.

[sir-skarsgard]

Bill Skarsgård

Prompt List 

Axel Cluney 

Thanksgiving (Smut Drabble) 

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Bob Gray 

Robert Gray With a Tough Girlfriend 

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Gordan Merkel 

Dating Gordan Merkel Would Include 

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Henry Pearl 

Crush (Request) 

Tired (Request) 

Pretty Brown Eyes (Request) 

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Mark 

None yet :( 

Check back soon! 

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Mickey 

None Yet :( 

Check back soon! 

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Roman Godfrey 

Sleep Over, But We’re Not Sleeping: Part 1 (Smut) | I Just Want you: Part 2  

This Isn’t Love: Part 1 | Part 2 

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The Kid 

The Kid Has a Nightmare

Affection (Request) | Affection: Part 2 (Request)

Jealous (Request) 

Loved (Request) 

[therangersmistress]

THANK YOU ❤❤ And more. 😉

I'm now going to be naughty and ask for a continuation of that drabble because PLEASE. 🥺 What if after they finish he becomes distant again and forces her to leave so she does but then he finds out she's been hurt?! Cue the angst!

UGH KAT YA KILLNG ME😩

…..and I love it❤️

This got long and very weird and I’m so sorry if you don’t like it

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[hecohansen31]

My AskBox Is Open:

Hello there, lovelies!

So let’s get this party going!

My askbox is absolutely opened and here comes the characters and fandom I write for:

-Vikings (I mostly write for Ivar, but any other character is well accepted) (PLEASE SEND ALSO OTHER CHARACTERS!).

-Hemlock Grove.

-Bill Skarsgard Characters (Axel Cluney, Mickey, Henry Pearl, Henry Deaver, Mark, Merkel Gordan).

-Criminal Minds (mostly Reid).

Also you might ask drabbles, headcanons (for various characters) or prompts from lists I reblog (please don’t send more than two or three prompts for ask, because it might damped the writer’s creativity).

Also you are encouraged to also asks AUs based on my fics (such as ‘To Kil a King’) or previous AUs presented in my asks (such as Boxer AU, Tinder Date AU, Supernatural AU, Family AU) just let me know in your ask!

And you can also ask more than a single character, both together or separated (just please let me know).

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-Anything Underage (my characters are all grown up, over 18).

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