#Merkel Smut

[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 😭 😩 😫 🙏

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

feeling helpless and depressed? read politician smut

[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.

@loomiz @stevesharrlngtons @ladadada-da @skrsgardspam @scxrsgxrd @grandpa-sweaters

[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).

[softiebill]

“Office Issues” || Merkel

Word Count: 2.768

Warnings: smut; swearing; first smut written so please be kind; rough sex; german sex king; most probably grammar and spelling mistakes

“Why? Why do you keep doing this stuff? You told me you were going to quit it!” he yelled at you once again.

“I did, Merkel!” you answered him in the same tone, but the huge bag of obviously stolen diamonds laying next to the couch spoke quite differently.

“Then, what’s this?” he gestured the huge bag.

Merkel and you had gotten together in very unfortunate ways. Since your place in Berlin had been going more downhill than ever the only way out you found was to do some “favours” that required your intelligence and agility: planning bank robberies, tricking people, pick-pocketing, anything that could get you a bunch of cash to pass the day. You were nearly unrecognisable considering that you erased yourself from any system you got your hands in, but for the German spy you were an easy target.

His first idea was to catch you and then send you to justice, just like he had been ordered to do along with a bunch of other missions; but his feelings may have gotten in the way somehow. You both clicked immediately and felt unable to separate of each other. And you had to admit it, sex was amazing. You didn’t know what this guy had, but it surely hit on the right spot every single time.

He helped you get out of the streets, got you a fake ID and everything, but that work was easy as you had hidden yourself and your tracks so well none of your crimes pointed at you anyhow. So he made you promise you would never turn to the streets again, for if you did you would put him and his position in danger, and he would have to be forced to send you to “the bad guys”, as you loved to call them. So, when he got home to a bag full of stolen diamonds and jewellery sitting right next to him a discussion set off between the both of you and you wanted anything but it to stop.

“It’s‒it’s a friend’s,” you quietly answered him, crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging your shoulders lightly “he came by asking me for a favour and I tried to explain him I wasn’t into that anymore but he only asked me if he could hide this here because police are on his neck right now and he doesn’t want to fuck this up…”

You waited for Merkel to say something, anything, a comment, a word that could tell you if he believed you or not. But when he sighed angrily and started rubbing his hands over her face you felt you had to continue until the end.

“But he told me he was going to fetch it later when… when the waters run slower, you know? I’m sorry, baby, I had to help me, he had my back so many times and I-”

“I don’t care!” he interrupted you, making you jump a little “Do you know in which position you’re putting me into? My place in Intelligence? My fucking job!? I risked so much by helping you out, (Y/N), and you PROMISED me you would stay out of everything!” he was fuming now, walking from side to side, throwing his hands in the air and his hair was all ruffled and messy.

Tension filled the air and by instinct, you felt unable to handle the situation nicely. You took a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders, there was nothing nice to say anymore.

“I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up, I get that,” you started walking towards him, rage controlling you “but can you PLEASE stop thinking only about you for one damn second!? I left them all alone, I was their brain out there, I helped them, and I know it’s illegal, I fucking know that but would your ego get SO damaged if you put yourself in my shoes for just two seconds?!”

You hadn’t realised how close to him you were until you felt his breath hit your nose. His eyes were full with anger and a touch of lust that made him look just one bit more attractive to you. His hands were closed in a fist and his chest was moving repeatedly up and down.

“It hurts, right?” you continued “Look, there are many things you may have changed about me for the better, but believe or not, I was born in the streets, I was raised in the streets and I am from the streets. And I don’t know whether they taught you this in spy school or not, but from where I come from, if a friend is in trouble, you help him no matter what. And you’ve been undercover long enough to know that.”

A tense silence filled the room, both of you staring right into each other, nothing but anger from both of you. You felt this wasn’t the only thing bothering him, a damn bag was nothing compared of all the stuff you were asked to hide back then, but he had hit home with his comments and you had to stand up for your friends and yourself.

After a long minute of only breathing sounds filling the air you saw Merkel clench his jaw and lift one finger in front of your face.

“If I get one single call about this you bet your pretty fucking ass I’m going to turn you in, okay?”

You put your chest up in defiant and crossed your arms once again. You knew very well he had no proofs to do so, he had given you a whole different name and you were nearly no one in Germany, but telling him would awake a beast you weren’t strong enough to fight with.

Merkel just sighed and threw his hands in the air one more time walking away from you and in circles through the living room. His hands landed on his hair and then slid down to his face. He was stressed about something else. His attitude screamed so. And after letting a huge grunt leave his mouth, his hands still covering his face, he threw himself in the sofa and combed his hair with his fingers, throwing his head back.

Suddenly, you felt sorry for him. Obviously there was something else tensing him so much that the least thing triggered this fury and anger in him. You couldn’t help but feel guilty at how you had yelled at him before, so you slowly approached to him and kneeled next to him in the couch to see he had his eyes closed.

“Hard day at work?” you quietly asked him, running his fingers through his hair.

“The… The fucking cops keep breaking in the bar with no warning and if they keep on doing it my position will be compromised and-” he started answering you almost in a whisper, but you knew precisely how to end that sentence.

“And people will stop going and your hard work will be thrown in the trash,” you finished him, running your hand through his cheek and moving down to his neck and chest “I’m sorry, baby. Maybe I can try finding someone close to them so I can be told beforehand when they’ll be breaking in; maybe that can divert them from suspecting…”

“No, pet,” he answered, him calling you like that hitting below “I don’t want you to get involved in this. I will contact my superior later and threaten him somehow, I will find a way”

“But it’s stressing you out…” you pouted at him and played with the hem of his shirt. Now that the argument had died out you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was looking, and it was starting to trouble you down there, and considering how tense he was you knew there was something that would help release all that tension. And you were 100% in for it.

“Well, then, I can help you in other way if you want” you cooed in his ear.

He immediately looked at you and you saw the lust in his eyes grow bigger. He had gotten the sign. “You do, pet?” he tilted his head innocently and shuffled in his place sitting straighter. You nodded and he added: “Okay then, tell me how you can help”

“Mm,” you threw one leg over his lap, straddling him, and put your hands on his shoulders, massaging them lightly “this is just an idea that crossed my mind…”

He put his hands on your waist and squeezed them a little, begging you to continue. You fixed your eyes on his neck and drew closer to him, slightly pressing your mouth to his ear.

“You are so tense right now, my love,” you whispered, making him gulp just a little “why don’t you release it?”

You felt him grow under you and a smile escaped from your lips.

“I don’t know,” he cooed in response, a smug smile on his face “I don’t want to hurt you, doll”

You pressed yourself closer to his crotch, earning a groan from the German. You threw your hair all to one side and inched closer to his face. You let your eyes fall to his lips and placed your hands on his neck.

“You know very well I can handle it rough, my dear…”

That must have hit him hard as he wasted no time in pressing his lips on yours, hungrily kissing you. His hands moved to your bottom back and pressed you against him, leaving no space between the two of you. His lips made wonders with yours, and he slipped his tongue in yours, deepening the kiss.

You moved your hands from his chest to his hair, running your hands through the top no-shaved part. Suddenly, he broke the kiss only to move his mouth down to your neck, pressing his hot tongue on the side and sucking on your skin, leaving you red marks all over it. You tried to suppress a moan, but felt unable to do so as he paid extra attention to the sweet spot close to your collarbone, making you moan once again.

He groaned once again, the pressure in his pants becoming now unbearable to contain.

“Please, let’s go to bed” you whispered with the little breath you had left.

He finally let go of your neck and the moment you stood up you realised how wet you already were for him. Fuck him and his pretty mouth, you thought making your way to the bedroom.

No sooner you had entered the room than he grabbed you by the waist and threw you against the closest wall, leaning down again to kiss you. He immediately moved one hand up your head, grabbing your hair and forcing your face up.

“You’re too fucking short, jump” he ordered you squeezing your ass with the other hand.

You did as he told you and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall keeping you balanced and placed one hand on your boob and squeezed it lightly. You moaned into the kiss and he bit your lip just to let it go slowly.

He let go of your hair to place his large hand under your ass, securing you as he walked over the bed, making sure not to break the kiss. When his legs touched the bottom of the bed he slowly put you down, breaking the kiss. He started to work his belt off, and when you saw him struggle you kneeled in front of him, helping him get rid of his pants until he was fully naked in front of you. His dick was already hard and ready. You instantly grabbed it and stroked it up and down, and just when you were going to put it in your mouth he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. He looked desperate and aroused. He pushed you back on the bed and climbed with you.

“I have no time for this, sweet girl, I need you now” he said in a raspy voice, helping you strip out of your clothes. As soon as you were fully naked he took his time to admire the view, looking at you up and down your beautiful panting body. He extended his hand and caressed your thigh just one time before he leaned down to kiss you sweetly in the mouth. He placed one hand next to you, keeping him in place and placed the other on the side of your thigh.

At this point you wanted nothing but him inside you, so you slide one hand down between your bodies and grabbed his member, guiding it to where you wanted him the most. He wasted no time and finally entered you, making you moan in pleasure and throw your head back.

“Fuck, baby, you were already so wet for me” he whispered as he started to slowly thrust in you. He let his head fall on your neck while he kept on moving in and out, his pace quickening with each move. He nibbled your skin and you placed a hand on the back of his neck and the other one on his bicep squeezing it.

Suddenly he put both of his hands next to your head and lifted himself up, thrusting you now harder and harder. You could feel all the tension leaving his body, his muscles clenching and him hitting your spot every single thrust. You didn’t know what this boy had, but he surely had it.

“Fuck” you almost whispered between all your panting and moaning, running you hands through his back feeling your nails leave marks on him.

“Shit, doll, you feel so fucking good” he whispered back, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over his shoulder, his movements never stopping.

Seconds later, you felt him stop and slip out of you, making you groan in discomfort.

“Turn around” he ordered you. You obeyed as he grabbed your waist, lifting it up a bit to place a pillow down there. Then he leaned down, giving your ass one bite and a firm squeeze, making you moan again, and then he proceeded to place a trail of kisses from the bottom of your back, up the spine and then your mouth. He kept making out with you and entered you again to continue where you both had left on.

This time he was thrusting harder and harder, making you almost scream. You could feel the heat growing down there, signalling you were close.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m so close” you whimpered as your boyfriends kept thrusting in and out mercilessly.

“Hold on, sugar, I’m almost there” he answered you as his thrusts became sloppier.

It took him three last thrust before you felt him cum inside you, a loud moan escaping from his lips. You couldn’t contain it anymore and immediately, screaming loudly his name, you came with him, both of you a moaning mess.

You were still shaking and moaning when he started to place sweet wet kisses on your back, waiting for you to ride your orgasm out. When you were done, he slowly slipped out of you and threw himself next to you. You were both panting and out of breath.

Minutes later you felt him stand up and watched him walk inside the bathroom, probably to wash himself. He came out with a warm towel, which he used to clean you up. You smiled at the sweet gestured and when he was done, he threw the towel on the floor and threw himself next to you again. You ran your fingers through his hair and leaned closer to place small kissed on his neck and chest.

“Better now?” you asked him, inching closer to place a kiss on his plump lips.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him “you were amazing”

“Likewise,” you laughed in response as he started placing kisses all over your face.

His kissed then trailed down to your neck, pecking the bruises he had left you earlier.

“When did you say your friend’s coming to pick the bag up?” he groaned in your neck, feeling where this was going.

“I didn’t say, he told me around midnight” you answered him, placing a hand on the side of his face keeping him in that place.

“Wonderful,” he whispered looking back at you with a smug smile on his face and dreamy eyes “that gives us plenty of time for round two”

[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!

[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!)

[emmyrosee]

So I just rewatched Atomic Blonde for the second time. I'm once again freaking out about Mr Merkel. That damn voice has me weak. Can we please talk about Soft!Dom!Merkel dealing with his bratty sub? 😇 Hope you're doing well, Darling. Have a good day. ~🌺

LISTEN. L I S T E N. MERKEL LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREEE, AND SOFT!DOM MERKEL????? I PAY HIM-

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“It truly is a shame you try to use your mouth for things other than what I intend to use it for.”

The words tumble past Gordan’s lips effortlessly, almost sounding tired in the confession, as if used to this same talk and bored of it happening on so many occasions.

But one thing you learned about Gordan, is for as loving as he is, he is equally impatient for any ridiculousness you could throw at him.

With his glasses low on his nose and the loose locks of hair falling in front of his beautiful green eyes, they watch your throat bulge out as you suck on his thick fingers, gagging on the digits and trembling from the almost painful pleasure demanding attention between your legs.

“To think,” he continues, sighing dramatically. “I wanted to come home to my little bunny and treat them to a night they would never forget. But instead,” he uses his free, large hand to paw over the tightening fabric of his slacks. “I now have to punish them.”

“Pleash daddy,” you whimper around his fingers, small hand wrapping as much as it can around his wrist. You aren’t even sure you know what you’re asking for, something, anything to relieve the tension inside of you.

You want him to fuck you raw. You want him to spank you until you’re bruised. You want him to completely destroy you in every possible way he seems fit, anything but this seemingly annoyed indifference he’s sending your way now.

All while he pleasures himself.

This was real torture.

“Oh, my poor sweet baby,” he croons, and you whimper at the thick sarcasm dripping in his voice. “If only you had wanted to be good just a few minutes ago, hmm?”

The fingers in your mouth quickly pull themselves out of your lips, and you gag once more at the forceful removal, and before you can ask anything about his actions, he grips your chin in those same saliva coated fingers.

“Perhaps then that pretty little mouth would be used exactly as I’d planned, rather than how I now have to.”

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Masterlist

- These works are intended for 18+ ONLY

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

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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

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AHHH THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME

[skarsgardstars]

anonymously or not, send me a description of yourself physically and ur personality and i will tell you what bill character i ship u with!!!!

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Sleep Over, But we’re Not Sleeping

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x OC

Prompt/summary: Roman and Kasey finally give in to the sexual tension that revolves around the two of them during a sleepover with Shelley 

Word count: 3,572 

Warnings/contents: Smut, kinks, Roman being Roman

Notes: This is a smut, and there will be a part 2, so look out for that one coming soon! 

I know that nobody will take heed of my warning, but this is a very descriptive smut, so 18+ 

Shelley and I were having a sleepover. It had been awhile since we had, but she invited me to stay over tonight since we had been doing homework kind of late into the evening. I tried to deny, but she insisted, so here I was, lying on her floor on a blanket with a pillow, staring at her dark ceiling, listening to her soft snores, and trying to sleep. However nothing came over me. I gave a soft sigh and pushed the covers away, careful not to wake her as I left her bedroom.

I was going to annoy Roman since she was asleep and therefor I couldn’t bug her. I knew he’d be awake, so I went to his room, not even bothering to knock, and walked in, shutting the door behind me. He wasn’t on his bed, but the lamp beside it was turned on.

Roman walked out of the closet, putting on a shirt since he had apparently not been wearing one, and looked around. When he spotted me he didn’t focus as much on putting his shirt on quickly since it was only me.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked. I passed him, keeping eye contact and shrugging, plopping down on his bed and staring at the illuminated ceiling.

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can. Move over.” He said, staring down at me. I looked at him, wondering how in the fresh pits of hell he managed to look good from this angle, but of course he did. He was always gorgeous.

“No, it’s comfy.” I murmured. Roman moved my legs out of his way, then lifted me up a little bit and moved me over.

“I don’t care,” he yawned, plopping down beside me. “Mmm, it’s warm.” He whispered. My lips parted slightly with a soft exhale and I averted eye contact, moving my hand from beside me on the bed to rest on my stomach. My sweater was risen slightly off my hips, however, my pants stayed put.

“It’s warm because that’s where I was laying.” I replied. 

“Why aren’t you with Shelley?” Roman asked me, ignoring my previous comment.

“She fell asleep and I got bored, so I came to bug you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend, too.” I replied, closing my eyes. “I come to your house to bug both Shelley and you.”

“I’m not very nice to you.” Was all he said, and it wasn’t necessarily a lie, but it wasn’t the truth. Roman pestered me, teased me and taunted me, poking me or making fun of me, but he wasn’t exactly ‘mean’ per say. He was nicer to me than my mother, certainly nicer than my brother, who was extra mean for no reason, and of course my father was worse than anyone. To say the least, Roman could say he was mean, but he really wasn’t that mean, just a little annoying sometimes.

“Nicer than my own family.” I replied, keeping my eyes closed. The weight shifted on the bed, so I opened my eyes to see what was going on and saw Roman, now sitting up a little more, leaving his weight on his elbow and looking at me. “What?” I asked, looking up at him. “Stop staring at me like that.” I laughed softly.

“Nothing.” He replied quietly.

“Then stop looking at me.” I said teasingly.

“And you wonder why I always make fun of you-- you do it, too.”

“I don’t make fun of you!” I defended, with a smile.

“You do, too. All the time.” Roman smiled lightly. “ Even right now.”

“If I didn’t make fun of you then we wouldn’t be us; our relationship would be completely different.” I spoke, regretting the word ‘relationship’ as soon as it slipped past my lips, but I didn’t stop. “Then you’d just make fun of me and that’s not even sided.”

“Baby, if I didn’t pester you, then you never would have even noticed me.” I felt my cheeks heat slightly at his nickname, since he’d only ever called me ‘babe’ for a nickname besides ‘dumbass’ and ‘brat,’ ‘baby’ felt a little different, considering his tone, which softened along with his eyes, which seemed softer than normal.

“To be fair, if I didn’t make fun of you then you wouldn’t talk to me.” I replied.

“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows inwards slightly.

“I mean I know the only reason you talk to me is because I have good comebacks and no one else ever replies to your pestering.”

“You do have some good comebacks,” Roman admitted quietly.

“I know.” I smiled, yawning and covering my mouth.

“Why don’t you go to sleep.” He said.

“Because I’m not tired.”

“Your mouth says otherwise.”

“My mouth says a lot of things, but it won’t say I’m tired when I’m not.” I smiled. Roman returned my smile, giving a soft, breathy chuckle.

“Well then what else does it say?” He asked, playing along with my stupidness.

“It says lies and replies to what your stupid mouth says.”

“Say that to my mouth.” Roman placed a hand beside my head, hovering above me with a feigned angry look. I leaned upwards onto my elbows and leaned in more.

“Your mouth is stupid.” I stared into his green eyes. A small smirk was on his plump lips.

“I think your mouth is lying, is because we both know you don’t think my mouth is stupid.”

“Then why did I say it was?”

“You already admitted your mouth is a liar.”

“Why are we still talking about our mouths like they’re people?”

“I don’t know, but maybe we should see what they’d feel like together.” He whispered, his breath hitting my lips as he was less than just a few inches away. I didn’t reply, just placed my hand on the back of his neck and leaned in, closing the small gap between us.

It ended almost too soon, but I pulled away anyways. Roman kept his eyes shut, leaning in again. I smiled gently and leaned back in, running my hand through his hair. Roman moved, swinging his leg over me, leaning down and pushing me down slowly with him, leaning on his elbows, his body pressed against mine snugly. One of his hands rested on my stomach rubbing the skin at the hem of my shirt with the pad of his thumb.

Roman pressed himself closer, one of his knees between my legs helping hold him up, his other leg on the other side of my left leg, which bent slightly on the bed.

Roman tore his lips away from mine, kissing along my jawline and down my neck. I leaned my head back, panting slightly and keeping my hand in his hair, which was just as soft as it looked like it was. His warm tongue ran up my neck, stopping just beneath my jaw, when he switched to kissing towards my lips, pecking the side of my lips before fully pressing his lips against mine, nibbling my lower lip.

I slid a hand up Roman’s shirt, running my hand over his abs, which only seemed to encourage him more. He slipped his hand that was on my stomach all the way up my shirt, groping my boob through my bra. It might have seemed weird to wear a bra when I was trying to sleep, but I always wore a bra if I was staying over somewhere, certainly if Roman was going to be there, and since Shelley was basically my only friend Besides Roman and Peter, he was always around my sleepovers.

I arched my back up a little bit, giving Roman the opportunity to slip his hand behind me and undo the clasp on my bra. Soon after Roman’s cold hand groped at my bare breast; I gave a soft moan into the kiss, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt.

I’d imagined it before, I’d had a dream about it before, but I never would have imagined that it would actually happen. Roman on top of me, his hand underneath my shirt, my hand in his shirt, his lips feverishly attacking mine, my hand in his hair. And I wouldn’t believed you if you’d told me it would happen.

I’d gone into Roman’s room so often during sleepovers with Shelley, it was just a normal for me to be in here, but not for me to be in this position.

Roman’s tongue licked my bottom lip, knocking me out of my thoughts. I opened my mouth, turning my head more to the side as he slid his tongue into my mouth and wrapped it around mine. After what felt like forever, Roman broke the kiss, hesitating for a few seconds and licking his lips before he leaned away and sat me up. I looked at him as he slipped his hands underneath my shirt and lifted it off. I lifted my arms, seeing him tossing it off the side of the bed, slipping my bra off my arms and tossing it with my shirt, placing a hand on my shoulder and pushing me down onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine once they locked on.

I laid back, watching as Roman yanked his shirt off, letting it fall to the side, and leaned in, his hands on either side of my head, his lips attaching to mine, nipping gently at my bottom lip momentarily. I let out a breathy moan when his lips took a second of separation before they pushed back against mine, his bottom lip between mine this time. I put one of my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

Roman leaned onto his elbows more, his body pressing against mine. The unmistakable feeling of hardness came from his pants that pressed against my thigh. Roman left my lips, kissing down my neck, nipping lightly at my skin, making me let out a shocked, breathy gasp nearly every time. His tongue licked at the base of my neck, kissing from the area along my collarbone and towards the middle of my breasts.

He pressed a kiss right in the middle of my chest, licking along the small lines my bra left on my skin and kissed away towards my nipple, running his tongue over it before taking it in his mouth and gently nibbling on it. I moaned underneath my breath, closing my eyes and laying my head back.

Roman’s free hand groped at my other boob, his thumb rubbing over my nipple. I lifted my hips up sharply, pushing my thigh that was snugly between his legs against his boner, earning a soft grunt from him in return, in retaliation to him biting my too nipple harshly, and let out a suppressed hiss through my lip that was tugged between my teeth.

Roman moved to my other boob, placing his mouth over my opposite nipple and rubbing the previous between his thumb and pointer finger, nibbling on my nipple and keeping his boner pressed against me this time so I couldn’t do that again. I lifted my upper half up a little bit, letting out a soft moan.

The hand that was rolling my nipple between his fingers ran down my body, stopping at my hip while he moved so his hand could slip between my legs to rub me over my loose pants. I lifted my hips for him to slip them off, which he took my hint immediately, and moved so he could take my pants off and let them fall to the floor. While he had me in a better position for stripping, he took my underwear off, too and let it fall from his fingers tips, watching me. I licked my lips, watching as his green eyes broke from mine and looked over every inch of my body; down my neck, over my collarbone and my boobs, his fingers tracing along my ribs and up my chest as he took one last look where my underwear previously was, and moved.

Roman’s lips attached to mine, though this time almost softly. He didn’t stay long, instead he kissed and nipped at my neck, nipped the skin around my boobs, and began kissing down my stomach, nipping lightly by my ribs and around my bellybutton before kissing down my hips. He lifted my right leg, kissing along my lower thigh and upwards, doing the same on my left leg. He left open mouthed kisses along my inner thighs, his eyes watching mine the entire time. He leaned away for a second, then looked down at my skin, tracing a small pattern with his finger, and opening his mouth to gently bite me.

I laid my head back on his pillow, letting out a soft hiss of air between my teeth. I squeezed my eyes shut, balling the sheets in my hand when his tongue licked a long stripe up my pussy, letting out a shaky breath.

“Shit, Roman,” I murmured quietly, immediately followed by a sharp gasp when he slipped one of his long fingers inside of me without warning.

His tongue licked my clit at a quick, makes-your-heart-race, pace. I panted slightly, burrowing my head backwards into the pillow, screwing my eyes shut and focusing on keeping quiet. It was hard to remain focusing on keeping quiet when Roman’s tongue was working wonders on my clit, and a second finger slipped inside me. I bit the back of my hand, arching my back accidentally.

Roman wrapped his arms around my legs and leaned in, following me whenever I moved, and held me down firmly against the bed. I glanced down, watching him for a moment, soft gasps escaping my mouth. His eyes met mine, and a smirk played its way onto his face before he turned his attention back to working his tongue around.

My cheeks lit up as I laid my head back, my hand gripping the bed sheets tighter, turning my knuckles white, my other hand getting bitten by my own mouth.

I felt my soul leave my body as I came, screwing my eyes shut tightly and biting harshly at my hand to not let out a loud moan. I was trying to catch my breath when Roman slid down a little bit more, using his tongue as a replacement for his fingers, using his wet hand to hold my leg down on the bed.

I moaned in shock, my body jerking at the feeling of his tongue inside of me. Roman slipped his hand around my hips, his thumb rubbing little circles on my clitoris. I arched my back and pressed my head back against the bed, once again dragging Roman with me, which he hadn’t seemed to mind.

I turned my head to the side, biting at the pillow and letting out a slightly muffled moan as I felt myself cum again quickly. Roman moved away from between my legs, pressing kisses up my stomach, but stopping right underneath my sternum between my ribs, and leaning away.

I watched him stand up, unbutton his pants and kick them, along with his underwear, off and gulped slightly at him. I’d seen Roman shirtless many times, and I’d seen him in only boxers with part of his dick hanging out, but I’d never seen him fully naked before.

He climbed back on the bed, keeping eye contact with me and smirking lightly.

“Like what you see?”

“It’s not the worst sight I’ve ever come across.” I replied, watching him near me.

“I’ll give you a better one,” he replied.

“And what’s that?”

“My ceiling while I fuck you.”

“I’m sure that is a rather nice view.” I replied.

“You’re about to find out.” Was all he said, in a hushed tone. Roman lifted my legs, placing one of them on my shoulder and the other he held in his arm. He sat on his knees, lining himself up at my entrance without the help of his hands. He pushed himself in slowly. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the pillows, running my tongue over my lips.

Roman didn’t start as fast as I thought he was going to. He thrusted so slowly you couldn’t even really call it thrusting. He was just rocking his hips, watching as he slipped himself in and almost out, and back in at an agonizingly slow pace. He put my other leg up on his shoulder after a minute.

After maybe two minutes he picked up the pace a little bit, leaning downwards and pushing my legs down as he leaned over me. I winced slightly from the position my legs were in, meeting his green eyes. His lips pecked mine, but he hadn’t picked up the pace.

I gave a soft, shaky exhale, staring into Roman’s eyes as he was doing with me. It was more a intimate scenario than I ever imagined Roman in. Rocking his hips against me, his eyes locked with mine, soft exhales and moans, gentle kisses every now and then.

“Jesus, Roman, please.” I finally muttered, laying my head back. Roman’s pointer finger gently ran down my neck.

“That’s not my name.” He murmured.

“Oh, is this a daddy thing?” I asked, seeing his eyes change and brighten when I said ‘daddy’ and shrugged. I laughed softly and nodded. “Alright then,” I murmured, glancing at him again and moaned softly when he pushed himself deeply inside me. “Please, daddy,” I said, watching Roman’s eyes light up. “Go faster.”

Roman obliged, slipping one of my legs off his shoulder and wrapped it around his waist, getting in a better position to push himself more inside of me and moved his hips at a more bearable pace. I moaned softly, closing my eyes and ran my hand over his shoulder and into his hair.

I wanted this promise of fucking me, and I wasn’t so sure this counted, but I bit my lip and stayed patient. If he knew how much it was driving me crazy then he’d only wait out longer. He could do this kind of shit all day, he’d been teasing me for years, I know how he’s wired.

Roman let my other leg off his shoulder, wrapping both of them around my waist and leaning down, his arms on either side of me to hold himself up as he pushed himself inside me. I let out a soft moan. Roman rested his forehead on my collarbone, rocking his hips against mine. I let out a small whimper when he shoved all of himself inside of me abruptly.

Roman began to pick the pace up, pushing himself up again and looking down at me. I looked into his eyes for a few seconds, then closed my eyes.

I leaned my head back, letting out a breathy moan and screwing my eyes shut. Roman’s hand suddenly wrapped around my neck, squeezing gently. I let out a more audible moan, tightening my hand in his hair and arching my back, moaning as Roman thrusted inside of me at a decently fast pace. He slipped his hand off my throat and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. He watched me with his hypnotizing green eyes, his and my eyes both half lidded, as he let out the occasional groans and pants of pleasure.

Roman let a drip of spit fall past his lip onto his thumb and cupped my face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip, just as he had before, but with a now wet finger. I moved my head a little bit to slip his thumb into my mouth. Roman sent me a half curious look, but didn’t complain as he watched me suck on his thumb.

I let out a hushed moan, furrowing my eyebrows in lightly, letting his thumb go from my mouth in the process when he pushed all of his length inside me and I felt his balls hit me. Roman wrapped his hand around my neck again, squeezing lightly and giving a soft moan underneath his breath.

“Harder, daddy.” I moaned quietly. Roman’s face momentarily faltered to a shocked look, as if maybe he’d forgotten about the ‘daddy’ thing, but it didn't last long as he then began to thrust faster and harder into me. I groaned lightly, tightening my hand in his hair and arching my hips up a little bit, my chest pushing upwards. Roman continued at the same quick, hard pace, making me putty in his hands. It was almost a constant stream of moans that poured out of my mouth, that I had to focus hard on to keep quiet.

Roman leaned in, his body completely pressed against mine, down onto his elbows and kissed along my neck. I moaned, letting out a more audible whimper when his teeth nibbled harshly against my neck.

I felt a knot in my stomach, squeezing on Roman’s shoulder and letting out a moan, arching my hips up and burying my head back on the pillows.

“Oh, fuck, daddy. I’m gonna cum.” I mumbled against his shoulder. Roman gave a soft moan in my ear as a response, and sent me over the edge with one last deep, hard thrust. I let out a moan, screwing my eyes shut and pressing my forehead against his shoulder as I came, shortly afterwards Roman came as well, with a soft groan and a pant as he slowed down his thrusts afterwards.

After a minute of catching our breath, Roman pushed himself up and plopped down beside me, glancing at me lazily and looking over the parts of my body he could see, lighting a cigarette and offering me some after he sucked on it, letting out a puff of air. I took it, taking a drag and holding it while he took it from me and let it out towards the ceiling.

“You know, you should really get a therapist for your weird ass kinks.” I joked absentmindedly.

“Then what would I need you around for? Thumb-sucker.” He teased, puffing out a small circle with the smoke. I laughed lightly.

“That’s fair enough.” I pushed myself up after a few seconds and put my clothes back on, walking towards the door and glancing back at him. I felt my heart flutter at the sight of him already looking at me, and I nodded gently. “Goodnight, Roman.”

“Goodnight, Kasey.”

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To be continued 

[hecohansen31]

KINKTOBER (20: Loss of Virginity)

Gordan Merkel+Poet! Reader:

Hey lovelies!

This is my first fic on Merkel ever, so if you ever want to anymore asks, please let me know!

Also the concept of this belongs to the lovely @emmyrosee so please check out her blog, because we stan (1) queen, much love to you!

From the list of prompts by @rougepetale​.

SUMMARY: It was fate who brought them together, but it is war separating them. Will their last goodbye be hurtful or sweet?

WARNINGS: Loss of Virginity/ Unprotected Sex (... don’t do like Merkel... wrap it up)/Oral Sex (Female Receiving).

You and Merkel had basically grown up together, childhood friends since the start.

So, when he had joined the “Resistance” you hadn’t stopped at nothing to follow him, in your own way.

You had always been good with words, they flowed so easily from your mouth and onto the paper page that you couldn’t help but write what you felt, being repressed by a competitive regime, that stopped others from expressing themselves and meet again with their family, from which they were separated by the big and feared Wall.

You hadn’t thought you could become such a phenomenon but once your brother, who worked on the streets alongside Merkel had told you that the Stasi had started wondering who was “the bitch, who wrote those offending poems that they found everywhere in the city”.

You had started writing even more dramatic poems, speaking more freely and eventually it got you caught.

The fact that even international espionage agencies had started being involved in Berlin was enough for Merkel to freak out and order you out of the country, getting somebody to bring you with them abroad in secret.

But you hadn’t wanted to leave him and this had made you start an argument with him.

“You fucking don’t understand, (Y/N)!” he screamed at you, making you back up into the wall, where you stood onto, shielding your body slightly with your hands and Merkel backed immediately up understanding your discomfort “… I can’t have you running around, putting yourself in dangerous situation, anymore, the situation is fucking serious!”.

“…I know, Merkel” you weren’t stupid so you knew perfectly what he meant “…but it would break my heart to leave you here”.

“You don’t understand how much it hurts me” he mumbled, whispering slowly and grabbing your hand, bringing it to his cheeks, flamed and hot due to his own rage mixed with the love he felt for you.

The girl he had always considered nothing more than an annoying bother, always clutching at him, was now the one he would die for, had anything happened to you.

Like it might happen during those times.

Not only he was having trouble dealing with Percival, but the new agent from the UK didn’t make it easy for him and all he wanted was to have just one less thought, with you away somewhere safe…

… somewhere far away from him.

It pained him to think about it, but knowing you safe brought him more comfort than knowing you in Eastern Berlin, risking your life.

“… but it is the only way out of this I see” he mumbled softly, his voice becoming a whisper meanwhile he brought you in a strict hug, feeling you sniffle in his arms, slowly becoming more and more loose in his arms, giving yourself up to your own fate.

“I don’t…” you mumbled meanwhile a sob shook your tiny body, so tiny in his arms and so frail “… don’t think that I can live without you, Gordan”.

He gently kissed your forehead and then pushed back to look at you in the face, muttering softly.

“You can and you will” he promised you, watching deeply in your eyes, before softness overtook him and he find himself strangely tearing up a bit “… how will I survive without you constantly annoying me?”.

You pushed him away, with a dark stare in your face, giggling shyly at his own joke, meanwhile you taunted him with a few fists to his chest, with had no effect on him although he faked to surrender under them.

But one hit him just right and you found yourself tumbling on the floor with him, one on top of the other.

You were confused by the sudden situation, not knowing if you had gone further than your usual friendship, mostly since Gordan’s lips were just under yours, a slight pressure towards the ground and you…

… he kissed you before, it was so sudden that you were taken aback, but quickly relaxed yourself into it, letting him take the lead to what was a sweet kiss, a farewell of some sorts and wanting more, desperately.

Even more with the way he grasped your clothes tight, almost wanting to rip them from your body.

You had to stop him, more to calm your quickening heart and regain your stolen breath, than from true disgust or rejection.

“I am sorry” he muttered, confused and not knowing whether he had wronged you or…

“… does your heart beat as quick as mine?” your hand pushed itself onto his chest and felt his heart rapidly beats against it, effectively answering your question ”…I have been feeling like this since I first met you, and you were nothing but an arrogant older boy”.

“… so… you can sprout insults but I can’t…” he mumbled, getting another hit on his chest, but a kiss to his lips soothed him.

And before you knew it, you were on the small bed of your childhood room, with your childhood friend, holding you closer to him than you thought was possible, meanwhile he laid sweet kisses onto your body, not forgetting any spot, as if he wanted to commit every part of your body to his memory.

The thought made you almost feel as if you already were missing him, as if he was already gone from your life.

You tightened your grip on him, and grabbed his hair in your hands, meanwhile he went down on you, sharing your juices with him, as he gently rubbed your clit, making you feel better and taking for a bit your mind off the dreadful thought of being separated by on ocean.

He brought you over the edge, after holding you onto it for quite a bit.

And then his member rubbed against your tender skin, still sensitive from you high, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit, slightly stilling in his close grip.

Something which didn’t go unnoticed by him, who gently peppered your face and neck with small kisses to make you relax and face him.

“What is wrong, little katze?” he mumbled as soon as he got your attention, no matter that you tried to avoid staring him in his beautiful eyes, eventually giving up and whispering your little secret.

“You are my first, Gordan”.

This left him wide-eyed and a smirk appeared on his face and you hid your face to your side, muttering something about making his ego just stronger, pushing him away, but he just made you face again, gently brushing his member against your clit, making you arch onto the bed.

“… I’ll make it special, if you want me to be your first” he said, caressing your sweaty hair out of your face, tracing with his thumb your lips “… I would have bought candles and flowers and all the shit, had I know it… and if you want to wait… we can…”.

“I don’t need “all that shit”, Gordan” you giggled, this time being the one that made him blush “… I just need you, and the thought of losing you, makes me so so…”.

“I don’t want to rush you…” he whispered onto your lips, before he laid a kiss there and you couldn’t help but smile into it.

“…I am ready, Gordan” you muttered, against his lips, caressing them one last time with yours “… I don’t want anybody else other than you, as my first”.

You saw tears shine again in Gordan’s eyes, but he ducked them down quickly to focus on the task ahead, entering you slowly and letting you get adjusted to it, meanwhile you hissed due to the painful intrusion.

Quickly Gordan’s hand joined yours and his lips went to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, meanwhile he gently started moving as you squeezed back his hand, giving him the possibility to move, in you.

And with that you lost your last drop of innocence, blood coating the sheets as you laid in each other’s arms once it was all done, a phantom pain gently sobbing between your legs, but the knowledge that your last memory of your best-friend-turned-lover was so sweet, soothed any pain.

You would miss him, but you knew you would meet again.

You had grown up together, fallen in love and you had no doubt love and happiness were in your future.

You just had to wait.

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[jocelynscloset]

Would you do something with Bill's characters and if the get possessive over their girl..hope this goes well for you hun!!

These are the four who I think would be the most possessive when it came to their girl, so here we go:

Bill: He’s possessive in a very docile way, I think. I believe that if any man were to even hint at the fact that they’re interested in his girl, it would make his blood boil, but I also think he’s very good at controlling his outward reactions to thinks, especially with anger, so I think instead of taking it out on them, he’d take you home and take it out on you in the most delicious possible way. He’d be extra handsy, very vocal, and he’d take his time fucking you hard. He’d want you to feel him between your legs for days, and he’d want the hickies and nail marks on your skin to be there when he sees you next for a little touch up.

Axel: He’s incredibly trusting with you, so he’s not super weird about it when you have close guy friends or even friends who openly say they think you’re attractive. However, if someone, man or woman, lays a hand on you he will personally crush their skull, especially if you’ve politely declined their advances. He already fucks you pretty roughly on a regular basis, but when he feels threatened, he wants to make sure you know that he loves you and cares about you in every way, so sex when he’s jealous is very tender and still hard, but very slow and filled with sweet nothings and long, purposeful kisses. 

Roman: He is really possessive over you in your sexual relationship because of the dynamic you have in the bedroom, but when it comes to the outside world, he rarely feels threatened by anyone else. He’s reminded of how deeply you love and care for him every single morning when he wakes up next to you, and when you curl up in his arms at night. He regularly fucks you like he’s claiming you, but he already knows that to your very core, you belong to him just as he lives in the palm of your hand.

Merkel: He’s more protective than possessive, because he’s seen some very disturbing shit, and he’s seen more horrible things done to women than most. He’s very careful to always keep you in sight when you’re out and about, and he’s always incredibly attentive when you’re speaking to another man who is obviously attracted to you. He doesn’t feel personally threatened because he knows he’s got you for good, but he feels slightly threatened on your behalf sometimes, and it comes off as possessive to other people occasionally. You regularly have to reassure him that as much as you adore the way he is protective of you, that you can take care of yourself and that if any man or woman ever came on too strong, you’d be able to kick in their teeth on your own.

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[ill-skillsgard]

Nothing Wrong - Gordan Merkel

Characters: Merkel x busty fem reader

Warning: 18+ sex/BDSM/rope bondage/body+breast worship

Note: This piece was commissioned through my Ko-Fi by one of my most treasured beauties <3 Please visit my page if you're interested in commissioning a fic of your own! Patreon subs got early access to this fic (and much more).

I know I haven’t been posting a whole lot recently, and I feel bad about it. Life has been a real motherfucker lately! I have had little time to sit down and write recreationally and when I get the chance, my attention is elsewhere. I’m hoping things settle down soon, but who knows! Thanks for supporting, reading and existing here with me. I love you!

The weight of a secret knows no bounds...

He came out of nowhere on a crisp Autumn afternoon outside of the convention centre and noted her black button-down shirt. She had left the top three buttons alone, as trying to fasten them would cause rather uncomfortable stretching across her chest. It was better this way. There was nothing wrong with a little eye candy to entice customers, she thought. Nothing wrong with that at all.

He spoke to her under the guise of wanting to know what booth she belonged to since she looked like she was on a short break as a worker and not a visitor. He lit a black cigarette and asked her more questions, all of which he already knew the answers to.

"Do you have a business card?" He asked.

She tapped her pockets and realized that she had left her business cards on the table inside the convention.

"Shit. No. I don't have them on me," she regretted.

"Here. Please," he dipped into an inner pocket and produced a card with a double Carrick knot emblazoned in silver on a pure black field. Gordan Merkel. Then there was an e-mail address.

The man with the striped jacket and fitted black pants tipped some ash from his cigarette and flashed a smile sinful enough to tempt a demon. The sides of his head were shaved down and he had the look of a man that spent a lot of late hours awake.

"I'd give you my card, but I left them all inside," you told him.

"Don't worry. Just send me an e-mail. Just as good as a card."

"Sure. Good to meet you, Gordan."

"Merkel."

The man had eyes like hypnotic stones, high crests for cheekbones that angled down to a pair of cherub's lips.

And they fit together perfectly. They had sex that first night and the noises she made when he had her coming sounded like the call of heaven to him. He laid beside her, spent, watching her breasts rise and fall steadily with her breathing and decided that she had something inside of her that needed to be unleashed.

She was different. She didn't ask things of him. She was just content to be beside him and that was what he needed.

Days turned into weeks and he knew that he liked her in a way that he hadn't liked anybody in a long time. He wanted to keep it that way which meant a lot of ambiguity. At first, she never questioned him. When he said he had to leave after an afternoon of fucking on the stairs she bid him farewell and told him to come back soon.

No matter what, he came back. And she grew to love the days he would show up again at her door with some manner of material flattery; a bouquet, a new scarf, an antique silver bracelet, his favourite sweets from his childhood. Anything to get her to smile before he ravaged her in whatever room she would allow.

Weeks bled into months and she realized how long it had been one day when Merkel was in the shower. When he came out ready to leave, she looked up at him from the sofa and batted her eyes. "Do you really have to leave so soon?"

His neutral expression melted into an apologetic pout. Merkel reached out and touched her cheek. "I promise I'll be back, darling."

"Where do you go all the time?"

"To work, of course."

"I still don't quite understand what it is that you do," she stated.

He leaned down, kissed her with both hands clutching her head and pulled back an inch to nuzzle his nose against hers. "I'll tell you all about it some other time. Right now, I must go."

"Okay."

It happened a few more times until she couldn't take it anymore. He would never get to the bottom of his job or his life or even what he liked to do in his spare time. She thought she was what he did in his spare time. Their time together was the only unstructured thing about him.

She drew the most natural conclusions; He was cheating on her, he had a family somewhere and she was his distraction or he wasn't who she thought he was. Merkel was bad at giving answers and great at concealing information that might lead her to find out what he always disappeared for.

There were already too many secrets and if he could be sneaky, she decided, so could she. Which led her downtown on a covert mission to find out where the hell Merkel went at 8 PM on a Saturday. When she saw the name of the establishment he entered, her heart sank. It wasn't exactly what she had been expecting, but it was close enough and perhaps worse than anything she had envisioned.

She knew the place but never entered, simply waited outside for hours until Merkel showed his face. When the familiar scent of clove cigarettes wafted by, she perked and found him leaned up against the painted black brick wall of the establishment she had followed him to.

"Now you know."

"Yeah. I guess, now I know."

"But you don't know the whole story," Merkel said with a hint of regret steering his words.

"Do I need the whole story?"

He approached her and quirked a useless smile. "Yes. You do."

The whole unadulterated story made her angrier before it provided any kind of relief. He was a teacher of sorts; a master. She gawped at him like her jaw was too heavy to hold up.

"The longer a secret like that is left to fester, the worse it gets. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I didn't want to scare you away."

"What else are you hiding?"

Merkel lifted his hands, the cigarette between his index and middle finger an afterthought. "Nothing."

"I can't believe you."

"I'm sorry."

"So, you're a... BDSM master. Okay. Nothing wrong with that."

"Nothing wrong? Tell that to every other failed relationship."

"Maybe you should have been honest with them." Her tone carried hotly, but she didn't seem to want to get away from him. Not yet.

"Nothing good ever came from being honest."

"Wish you would have just told me," she grumbled as if he weren’t there.

"I wish I did, too."

They were quiet while Merkel smoked the last inch of his cigarette and flicked it off the sidewalk onto the frosty street. He turned to her, eyes begging for a conclusion.

"I want to try it." She wasn't aware of her admission until it made his eyebrows shoot half-way up his forehead.

"Really? You do? I didn't think you would be into that."

She stood up and began walking away slowly but stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. "Well, you never asked... Master."

His sleep-deprived eyes darkened under the lamplight. "Very well, pet."

~*~

He laid down the rules firmly as a true professional would. There was nothing erotic about his long-winded explanation of her obligation to tell him if she started to experience discomfort, claustrophobia or numbness. He drilled her with questions until he conceded that she was an open territory for him to explore.

"You will call me master. I will consider any other address inappropriate and it will result in immediate punishment."

Merkel had walked in wearing a fur coat and carried with him a doctor's bag, presumably full of items that needed no explanation. He dropped the leather bag on the floor and smiled before kneeling to pop open the tarnished frame clasp. He laid out a large coil of coloured rope and returned to her attention as she stood robed in the middle of their chosen play space — the comfort of her bedroom.

"I will only start with the small stuff tonight. Just harnessing your chest and restraining your arms, if you're comfortable with that. You will have full use of your legs. But those tits are mine."

He knew his materials and unwound a fair length of red synthetic fibre rope. He blinked up at her and quirked the left corner of his mouth. "Since you're such a new, sweet, little baby... You get the nice soft rope. Wouldn't want your precious skin to suffer too much."

She nodded her head, unprepared to call him by his chosen title just yet. But that's exactly what he was, and she watched him with her mouth closed while he circled her.

"Whenever you want to start, you can take off your robe."

The confidence she had built up began to shake beneath his stare. The rope in his hands was ready to be laid over her skin. Breathing in deeply, she moved to open her robe and shrug it off her shoulders. He kicked it far enough away to not obscure the surrounding pathway.

"I've dreamed of what those tits would look like tied up for me. So, so many times."

His opening line was enough to have her chewing her lip. Now that he mentioned it, flashes of his hands groping her breasts whizzed by her mind's eye. He always liked to touch and squeeze, paying extra special attention to her sensitive nipples. The recollections made her skin buzz to life.

The soft running of the rope over his hands hissed behind her. She didn't risk looking back at him but closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, fully entrusting him to guide her through this new, impelling experience.

"Lift your arms and bend them in at the elbows, touching your collarbone."

She obeyed him and allowed herself to look down when his hands came up under her arms to lay a flat run of rope over the tops of her breasts. It came around tightly to the back where he looped it and pulled taut.

"Perfect. Stay just like that for me."

His breath was close to her ear as he coiled another run beneath her chest this time, creating a lovingly snug frame. She spilled forth from the binding already, but he had plenty more to do.

"Beautiful. Such exquisite flesh. I would love to see you in jute."

Again, no sound from her. Merkel knotted the rope behind her and his hands came under her arms again. Slender fingers ran along the length of softened chord and the sensation mimicked down her spine.

"Oh, yes. Your body is so responsive to me. Isn't it?"

She nodded her head much to his displeasure. He stopped and pulled the rope tighter. A few breaths permitted to come and go before he leaned over her shoulder, intaking her scent as a wolf might sniff his prey before lunging.

"It's yes, master. You don't want this to end in punishment so soon, do you?"

"No, master," she chirped nervously.

"Good little pet."

When he came around and passed the rope over her shoulder to dip down between her breasts, he took a full, loose-lipped look at how the luscious flesh protruded from the binding. Endearingly pink and bristling from sensation, he bit back the urge to give one of her perked nipples a pinch. That could wait until she was fully restrained.

Her arms were clasped with the same amount of pressure as her chest had been. Fully knotted and unable to do anything but watch her master admiring his work, she bit her lip again and helped him to snap out of his self-evaluative trance.

"How are you feeling, little one?"

"Good, master."

"No discomfort anywhere?"

She smiled. "None whatsoever... Master."

He nodded and bounced his shoulders out of the fur coat, revealing the straps of a purposefully distressed tank top.

"On your knees," he pointed at the floor.

She carefully lowered onto the ground, never breaking eye contact on the way down.

"Oh-so-obedient, my little pet. Fuck, I'm going to have to take it rather slow with you and savour our first playtime because you look magnificent. Those lovely tits... Oh, my." He acted as though he had never seen her before and that bore a grain of truth.

"I will use you for my pleasure tonight, understand?"

She nodded but remembered what he said last time about not using her words. "Yes, master."

"My pleasure might entail many things. It is your responsibility as my pet to attend to my needs with fervour and dedication. You know what to do if your body tells you enough."

"Yes, master."

"Good, pet. Now... Let's see that tongue."

His belt came undone as she opened her mouth. A long hand disappeared beneath the fabric and came back out, clutching a hardening cock.

"I know how much you love to please me, so let me give you a treat. Open wide," he instructed, coat bunching down into the creases of his arms as he stepped forward. The moment the tip contacted her warm tongue, his eyes rolled, and eyelids flickered.

"Gorgeous pet. Yes, you love the taste of your master's cock."

Merkel used her in all the ways he promised he would until they were both sweating on the bed, him with his legs spread wide over the mattress and her being pulled down by the knots running down her back and arms. Inflamed red skin bounced and slapped, static imprints peeked out from beneath bindings, the breathless din of submission pushing them closer and closer to the edge.

Before it was too late, he threw her down on her side while he got up to administer a shot of cum over her face. Obscene as it was, he cradled her gently and stroked her cheek as he let drip his seed over her damp, puffy skin.

"Beautiful. So lovely. Yes, oh, you look beautiful with Master's cum all over your pretty cheeks."

After he finished tapping her cheeks and making a mess, he helped her to stand and began untying her wrists first. She had been wound tight, but not tight enough for her to give up. She had been the perfect pet, as he lovingly told her over and over while unwinding her from all the intricate passes of rope. Every inch that slackened helped her to relax and regulate her breathing until she was free to move her arms.

"Breathe with me now, darling. You did so fantastically. So very well. I've never been prouder."

"Thank you for trusting me," she said.

"There's nothing wrong with admitting you were wrong. And I was wrong. We should have done this a long time ago."

[emmyrosee]

Alright but... a kinky Gordon Merkel interrogating reader? As a snippet or something? Have you thought about that already? Like she’s bound to a chair and he needs to know some infos she doesn’t want to give up?

Hi there! Future Emmy here! This ask is VERY old, buuuuut who am I, if not a Merkel whore.

I do just want a lil disclaimer and trigger warning that I was writing this as a DUBCON-ROLEPLAY PIECE. It didn’t start that way, but it’s the only way I could do it within my own comfort. So please, read it as if it’s a man doing this to his consenting partner- or don’t. I won’t shame 👀

Smooches! 💋

“So, are you going to tell me the association who sent you?”

The snakelike hiss of the agent who had captured you grates against your ear like nails on a chalkboard, rousing goosebumps from your skin and your left eye to twitch in protest. Your ankles, tied to a leg of the chair you were currently bound to kept you pried open, to the point your hips felt ready to pop from their sockets; your arms tied above you in an intricate knot, seemingly foreign to you as your fingers try to work it. 

Nothing you can’t handle. Child’s play, mystery man.

You hated his closeness, the heat from his breath spanning over your cheek, the smell of his hair gel leaving an mentholic burn in your nose. Stale bourbon, cigarette smoke and expensive, masking cologne make you feel sick, and you reel away the closer he gets.

“You’ll have to buy me a drink in Hell before I tell you who sent me,” you growl, moving to spit in front of his feet. He chuckles lowly, grabbing your cheeks firmly in between his fingers and forcing your neck to turn farther than it should, almost as if trying to twist the head off of a Barbie doll.

“Keep the attitude and that can be arranged,” he chuckles as if you were a child being scolded. “You do not want to make this worse for yourself, little one,” he says, his voice low and disgustingly alluring as he traces his nose over your cheek. “I am a man who has nothing to lose and all to gain... you will lose.”

You hiss and wrench your head from his grip, your skull colliding with his nose, and you smirk as he curses in German and pulls back, massive paws covering his mouth and nose.

He offers you a low chuckle before spitting out a wad of blood; passing you a look, the blood dripping from his nose to stain his teeth and gums, he quickly winds his hand back up before backhanding you with enough force to turn your head in the other direction. The thick rings adorning his fingers crack one of your molars, the metallic taste of your own crimson blood making you queasy. You tip your head to spit out the blood, only to flash a smirk back at him.

“That all you got, Mister?” You encourage, watching his jaw tick. “You hold no powers; I can take any pain you dole.”

The corners of his mouth tip towards a smirk, “they had mentioned you might be… accustomed to pain. A little girl like you, I didn’t want to believe it.”

You scowl with a soft “fuck you,” but instead of cracking you once again with his ring hand, he stalks to the back of the dark room, hands rustling in a drawer of sorts, and you cock your brow in confusion, trying to listen for any audio clues for his searching. 

It was a jostle of a knife, at first. It made a shiver run down your spine, and you swallow as his shoulders shift and bend under the thick, black sweater he was wearing. Your eyes scan over the darkness for something, anything familiar, and you snarl softly to yourself at the inability to make out something, anything to remember the location.

A light above you. This chair. These rope. And the man who now holds your life in his calloused fingers.

Snapped from your own thoughts as the clicking of expensive shoes draw closer, the man smirks slyly, slender fingers drawing up and down the sharp curve of the knife.

“It does not have to be like this,” he sighs dramatically, tongue tracing his swollen upper lip. “I am more than willing to offer us both a solution that consensually benefits us.” His eyes lull over you bored, and you sit back against your uncomfortable seat.

“No.”

“Shame.” Without allowing you to think twice, the blade of the knife slices a jagged slip through your shirt before being tossed to the side and being replaced with two large paws; despite your shrieks of disapproval, his hands shred your shirt from your body, hot skin being nipped at the thick, bitterly chilled air.

“DO NOT TOUCH ME!” You scream, your legs trying to fight harder against your tied ankles, and all he does is chuckle before slipping his hand under your brazier. Rough fingertips pinch your nipple roughly, and as your thighs try to tighten on themselves, you only scream louder.

Another filthy, disgusting hand slithers down between your spread legs and cups your hot mound in his fingers. Tears brim at your eyes, fearful and angry for the nerve of such a creature to do the unspeakable to you.

No. Not by him.

“Stop!” You plead, and he merely gives you a snort. “I’ll talk! Please! I’ll fucking talk, get away from me!”

Green eyes flick up to meet your offended gaze, and skilled fingers pop the button of your pants open. “You had your chance, didn’t you, little one?” He croons, thick fingers slipping down your underwear, and you tremble in horror at the wetness that had shamefully pooled against the fabric.

“Besides,” he says softly, cocking his head. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you? Hmm?”

You wail as two meaty fingers slip inside of your velvet cavern, the sting of being stretched and resistance against the act only making your head drop back to let a euphoric, girlish moan out.

“That’s right,” he purrs. “I could smell you from up here… yes, you’re going to talk. But first?” He leans his face down to be nose to nose, your hot breath getting trapped between you as your cloudy eyes look up at him.

“You’re going to beg.”