#gordan merkel fic

[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).

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

my rec list!!

fluff:

literally anything by @emmyrosee & @babyboy-cody u guys know how much ily and the fluff is SO SWEET 🥰

exchanging gifts by @spacedikut this is SOSO CUTE I LOVE IT WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING

linen and love by @gaymemeaesthetic this makes me SO soft i love cuddly spencer 🥺🥺

sweater weather by @beautiful-writings pure precious softness 

give love a try by @railmereid idek where to start but this is so sickeningly sweet and i absolutely adore diana trying to set them up its so precious & and morgan seeing how in love he is just makes me 🥺🥺🥺

angst:

to anyone who might care by @zhuzhubii this is so well written and realistic and just anything w spence & animals makes me 🥺

smut (under the cut):

(i don’t reblog a ton of smut but i have a couple recent faves)

@skrsgardspam the entire willard tings tag ohmyGOD

avoidance by @criminalmindzjunkie seriously i loved this SO MUCH sub!spence is my jam and this was everything to me

you ask me what i’m thinking about by @fellintotartarus idek what to say except i love this sososososososo much 

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sorry to anyone who didn’t consent to being tagged in this but i just want everyone to feel appreciated 😊😊😊

[emmyrosee]

I'm so fucking excited dude you don't know. Everyone in that apartment is going to be so fucking sexually frustrated it's going to be awesome

Everyone wanna smash smh. Hormones gonna be going CRAZY, Merkel gonna be oblivious as hell.

I LOVE HIM AND IM SO EXCITED FOR ON THE RUN😫❤️

[nikky-the-writer]

The last man standing

Part 1

A/N: This is posted from the Queue!! The rest will be posted after September!!!!

Summary: AU

You are an assassin that’s been running from something from your past, what will happen when it’s starts catching on you? To whom will you be able to trust, while everyone is trying to kill you?

Warnings:  cursing, blood, shooting, fighting….

Masterlist

If somebody ever told you that you will be in the position that you were now, you would call them crazy. You weren’t the person that needed other peoples help or who would beg for their life, you were the one who did jobs for others; taking lives in the process. However now, you were lying on the ground with your back leaned against the tire of your crushed car as you stared at the person you once trusted. Your abdomen was bleeding just as your face from all the cuts and beating.

You knew that this was it for you, the final moment, there were no moves left; the only thing you could wait for it was for him to pull the trigger.

˝I’m sorry, but it’s nothing personal.˝

It was personal to you, but you wished it wasn’t so you closed your eyes not wanting to see somebody who you loved pulling the trigger. The last thing you heard after his words was the gunshot and that was it. That was the end of the life you once knew.

A few days earlier

There was something on your mind the whole night that didn’t let you close your eyes for more than ten minutes. Something was making you feel sick like it was warning you that everything in your life was too quiet for too long. It had to happen once; it wouldn’t be realistic if it never occurs. You did bad things every day, you killed and tricked people for money and you were one of the best because you were taught by the best.

Your eyes were focused on the white ceiling while lying on your back. The sun was rising slowly as you tried to stay calm not to worry about something that is still not a threat to you. Although you wished that you were alone for a moment to gather your thoughts you weren’t. The steady breaths of dark haired man and his strong arm that was around your waist kept you aware of his presences, it was like that for a few months now, you never thought that you would try to settle down with somebody after what happened to you in the past, but you were trying. Sometimes your own faults hunt you more than the people whose lives you took, but that was probably because you lost everything in your life. You knew the real pain and it made you hollow, the shell of who you used to be, but still, the person who could love someone if you tried hard enough.

 You were brought back from your thoughts when one of yours phone vibrated. Neither of you reached for it and he only pulled you closer to him.

˝I should get up˝, you said trying to push the covers off your body.

˝Stay˝, his voice was muffled by your hair.

˝I’m already too tired to function and if I stay we both know what will happen.˝

˝All you need to do is just to keep lying down and enjoy˝, his warm breath hit your exposed skin and you almost cave in when the phone vibrated again.

˝It’s yours, Kylo.˝ You said silently.

˝I’ll just l…˝

˝Just be quick, because I won’t wait for forever˝, you chuckled placing a kiss on his lips.

You watched him move across the bed sitting at the edge with his feet touching the ground as he took the phone in his hand. He stayed silent and you could see how his whole body went stiff. Your gaze never wandered away from him as you moved your hand towards the edge of the bed next to your pillow. Neither of you moved for a few minutes not saying anything only your deep breaths could be heard in the silent room. However, when he moved turning around to face you with his gun in his hand you were already holding yours pointed at him.

˝How much?˝ You asked calmly like nothing was wrong while you were ready to shot the man you love.

˝It’s no…˝ He tried to explain, but you cut him off.

˝How much?!˝ Raising your voice you stood from the bed not lowering our hand.

˝6 million, but I..˝

˝You would kill me for that price. I can’t believe, God. I was so stupid. Why did I ever trust a man with the same profession?˝ suddenly you felt too exposed in front of him only in your panties and his shirt that was too big for you.

˝It’s the marker, baby. I can’t run away from it.˝

˝How could you be that stupid?˝ You yelled at him while both of you stayed in the same place.

˝I have to do this.˝

You could see that it was hard on him. His eyes were teary as his hand slightly shook pointed at you. ˝You can try.˝ You were the first one to shot, hitting him in the right shoulder. Running from the room Kylo was shooting at you with his aim not precise due to his injury, but he managed to hit you.

Your leg was hurting from the bullet as you tried to run towards the front door, but Kylo was faster than you. Before he could shot you in the head you turned around aiming at his abdomen. Although the bullet went through him he didn’t stop only letting the gun to fall to the ground. Gripping your body with his hands he slammed you in the door. Your breath was kicked from your lungs as you fell to the ground. Your gun was lying beside you as Kylo straddled your body with his hands going to your neck.

˝I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.˝ There were tears falling on your face from his eyes as he looked down at you.

 You didn’t know why, but at that moment you felt sorry for him, not because he was killing somebody who he loves, but because you were sure that you never loved him that much. And as you were struggling to breathe you tried to reach with your fingers for your gun. You could feel the cold metal at the top of your fingers and when you finally gripped it you didn’t hesitate shooting him. His body fell to the side and you finally could take a deep breath. Kneeling next to his body you took off your shirt placing it on the wound between his ribs. ˝You can keep the pressure on that until the paramedics come or you can die, trying to kill me.˝ You said standing up and taking your long coat from the hanger, tying it up you struggled to kneel next to his body. The whole time he watched you with his eyes barely open. ˝Please, don’t go after me, I’ve already hurt too many people that I loved.˝ Placing the last kiss on his lips you walked out with your boots in your hands.  

You drove for twenty minutes keeping the pressure on your leg that was heavily bleeding. The side of your face and head hurt from when you hit the door and you could taste the blood on your lips while your shoulders ached from the impact. Stopping in front of the house that you used to visit regularly you stepped out of your car. ˝I hope you are home.˝ You whispered while moving to the doors. Knocking two times you heard the barking and a few moments later the doors opened.

˝Hello John˝, you said under your breath seeing his blurry features as your head start to hurt more.

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[so-writing]

Eight months and four days had passed since we had been in the same room.

I knew, and accepted, that I had gotten involved with someone that didn’t lead a normal life.

That didn’t mean I didn’t miss the fuck out of him.

I had spent the past few weeks preparing for his return home. I cleaned every room from top to bottom and when I was finished, I focused on him.

I purchased a gorgeous set of black lace lingerie and waited for its delivery. When it arrived, I tried it on and knew that he would absolutely love it.

Only a few more days until I saw my love again.

*

My head hung heavily as I stepped up to the door of our apartment.

I had no doubt she had been missing me, and knowing her, she was planning on something special for my return.

It was unfortunate that I had to give her such bad news.

Too late now. I inserted my key into the lock and entered our home. 

“My G,” she exclaimed, G being a nickname she had given me, “I’ve missed you so much!”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and I inhaled the scent of her perfume. It would probably be the last time. I had to tell her.

“I’ve missed you too.”

The distance in my voice didn’t escape her, it was one of my favorite things about her. She picked up on every little thing.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re not going to like what I have to say.”

I could feel the tension in the room. Neither of us wanted to reunite like this, but I had fucked up, and it was wrong of me not to tell her so.

“Say it anyway.”

“I slept with someone.”

She closed her eyes tightly as she took a few steps away from me. I could feel her pain already and I hadn’t even told her everything.

“Because you had to?”

The words passed her lips as barely a whisper. I was wracked with guilt now. She was someone that I planned to spend my life with. I had made a terrible mistake.

“No.”

gifs by @godfrey-merkel-sandwich

[dolphinsapphire28]

Bill Skarsgård - Alteration - VR movie (2017)

Kudos to the uploader.

This has some fanfiction fuel. I particularly love his breaking voice in the pool scene at 10:55.

[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."

[inkblotgalaxies]

who would be some of your favorite fictional characters to write fics about? :)

Oh, Anon, I am SO glad you asked.

A LIST OF CHARACTERS I WOULD WRITE INCLUDE BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO:

Literally any Bill Skarsgård character. Seriously. Just pick one. 

Roman Godfrey 

The Kid

Mickey from Villains

Henry Pearl

Axel Cluney

Gordan Merkel

Legitimately, any of them.

MOST of Timothée Chalamet’s characters UNLESS THEY ARE BASED OFF OF A REAL PERSON (aka no Nic Sheff)

Kyle from Lady Bird

Elio Perlman (OF AGE)

Laurie from Little Women

Any of the kiddos from Skins UK series 1 & 2.

Sid

Tony

Anwar

Maxie

Cassie

Michelle

The Boy from the Isle of Eroda (aka Adore You) (Yes I am fucking counting it don’t judge me.

Characters from History Channel’s Vikings

Ivar the Boneless/Ivar Lothbrok

Hvitserk Lothbrok

Ubbe Lothbrok

Bjorn Ironside

Rollo

King Oleg

If you can think of any others, feel free!

Also on the table are other characters played by Alex Høgh Andersen.

Adrian from Et Bånd Mellem Mennesker (aka A Bond Between People)

Jakup from Ødeland (sweet mute boyyyy)

Sooo... yeah! If you think of any others, feel free to ask!!!

(Also gonna just tag @ill-skillsgard, @dreamtherapy, @kathryn-jane, and @smileysam13579 because I looooove their writing and if they want me to write anything at all FEEL FREE TO ASK.)

[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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[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.

[so-writing]

Part 1. 

“Because you had to?”

The words passed her lips as barely a whisper. I was wracked with guilt now. She was someone that I planned to spend my life with. I had made a terrible mistake.

“No.”

I averted my eyes from her and focused on a photo mounted on the wall across the room. It was a photo of us from our first, real “vacation.”

“I can’t believe you actually have some time off. You’re not mad we aren’t taking some grand trip, are you?”

“Never, my love, time spent with you is invaluable regardless of where we are.”

Her fingernails slid across my bare chest as her lips met my collarbone. The gentle kisses took me back to the first time we’d been together. As much as I loved her then, I loved her even more now.

“I love you, Gordan, so much.”

“I love you too, more than you could ever imagine.”

“Do you fucking hear me? Or do you just not care anymore?”

Her voice brought me back to the present, sending the pleasant memory into the void. I couldn’t stand seeing her this way.

“What happened, Merkel?”

That one stung.

She never called me Merkel. Merkel was a name she associated with my job and never used it unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Please,” I dropped to my knees, “please understand that this is something I never wanted. I have never wanted anyone but you. You’ve always been the one I’m sure about.”

“But not anymore?”

I could hear the crack in her voice, I still could’ve heard it if she were a million miles away. It destroyed me, I never meant to feel this way about anyone but her.

“No, no, I love you. It was a mistake, a moment of weakness.”

She ran a hand through her hair and struggled not to openly sob.

“I want to believe you, but I don’t. You wouldn’t do this to me, to anyone. Whoever she is, she meant something.”

“She didn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me. You can’t look at me when you lie to me and we haven’t made eye contact in fifteen minutes.”

She was right, regardless, I couldn’t lose her.

“Look at me, Merkel, tell me the truth. Was she so special that losing me, and what we have, was worth it?”

I said nothing, keeping my eyes trained on the floor in front of me.

“Get out.”

There was nothing I could say. I loved her with every fiber of my being, but I could not pretend there wasn’t someone else I was drawn to.

( gifs/tag @godfrey-merkel-sandwich )

[hecohansen31]

Writing Challenge

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Since I haven’t properly celebrated my 1K (I swear I didn’t forget about it, the motivation has just been lacking), I wanted to try to do a small writing challenge, mostly because I have seen that they are pretty popular and I hope they might help you canalize some energy and not think about outside.

So, I hope you’ll like the idea and partecipate!

RULES:

You don’t have to follow me (but if you want to, I’d absolutely love it!).

You have till the 30st June, but if you need more time don’t hesitate to ask, we don’t have any hurry sweetie.

The prompts are divided in two cathegories: writing prompts based on my favorite bookish quotes,and writing prompts based on ideas more like aesthetical (that you can use as title of your fic, plot or as quotes in the fic), the latter ons can also be used my people who create moodboards/aesthetics!

You can obviously chose more than one prompt, but I’d suggest you just limit it to two prompt for fic, and also you can mix and match the two lists.

You can also choose a prompts already chosen by somebody else, just make sure you won’t be writing for the same character, so that we can have more diversity through it all.

Send me a DM/ask to let me know for which character and for which prompt you’ll like specifying the list (I won’t accept entries through reblog).

You can absolutely use your own characters other than reader inserts, and other than that you can also use other characters from the shows or not.

The characters that you can write for are: Michael Langdon, Duncan Shepherd, Jim Mason, Xavier Plympton, Any Character from ‘Vikings’, any of BIll Skarsgard Characters (Roman Godfrey, Axel Cluney, MIckey, Henry Pearl, Henry Deaver, Mark, Gordan Merkel....) Peter Rumancek.

After you are done with the fic, pubblish it, tagging me in it (if you see that I don’t reply to it please just send it to me through DMs).

If you chose a bookish prompt, please credit the author.

If you have any question you are more than welcome to DM me for any information, believe me I am absolutely more approachable than I look.

If you need a moodboard for the fics, you can also DM me to make you one.

If you want, you can absolutely share this I would love it!

And now, ladies and gentleman here are the prompts!

CONCEPTS (also for moodboards creators)

1)      A Fairy Tale With a Twist.

2)      The Bad Guy Isn’t So Bad.

3)      The One Who Stayed. by @barnzbucky​

4)      Cruel and Cold Youth.

5)      Hair of Gold and Hair of Silver.

6)      The Princess Is Bored  by @lordsexmachine​

7)      Happiness Is Not Simple.

8)      Raising Yourself From The Bed Is Actually Easier Than You Think.

9)      If Princesses Stood With Dragons, What Would Happen?

10)   Eyes That Can Charm Any Man.

11)   Love Isn’t So Bad If Mixed With Poison.

12)   The Only Fire That Burns Brighter.

13)   Lord of Nothing, Lady of Everything.

14)   Heavy Crown of Thorns, You Carry, Sir.

15)   Relaxing? More Like Hiding From The World.

QUOTES:

1)       “If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.”, “The Cruel Prince” by Holly Black. by @geekandbooknerd​

2)      “You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”, “Heir of Fire” by Sarah J. Maas. by @geekandbooknerd​

3)      “Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.”, “A Court of Thorns And Roses” by Sarah J. Maas. @geekandbooknerd​

4)      “Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.”, “Lover Mine” by J. R. Ward.

5)      “Love makes you a liar.” by Cassandra Clare by @maggiescarborough​

6)      “My soul sees its equal in you.”, “The Wrath And The Dawn” by Renee Ahdieh.by @maggiescarborough​

7)      “The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.”, “Six Of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo. by @geekandbooknerd​

8)     “She burned too bright for this world.”, “Wuthering Heights” by Emily Bronte.

9)      “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”, “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott.

10)  “Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more”, “Carmen V” by Catullus.

11)    “If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!”, “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley.

12)   “I choose you over everyone.”, “Fangirl” by Rainbow Rowell.

13)   “You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.”, “Carry On” by Rainbow Rowell.

14)   “Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.”, “The Raven Boys” by Maggie Stiefvater.by @youbloodymadgenius​

15)   “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”, “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Milller.

16)   “I appear to have misplaced the fucks I give for what you think.”, “Nevernight” by Jay Kristoff.

17)   “I lost myself the moment I found you.”, “Hot White Kiss” by J. L. Armentrout.

18)  “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”, “Harry Potter And The Order of The Phonix” by J. K. Rowling.

19)   “A pretty face, a devious mind and a ruthless nature.”, “Captive Prince” by C. S. Pacat.

20) “I am a bad person trying very hard to be a good person.”, “The Raven King” by Nora Sakavic by @lol-haha-joke​

21)   “I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.” “I apologize for shooting you in the leg.” (…) “I was myself entirely.”, “A Darker Shade of Magic” by V. E. Schwab.

22)  “I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.”, “Strange The Dreamer” by Laini Taylor by @manicpixiedreamguurl​

23)  “Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.”, by Ovid.

Have a nice challenge sweetie!

[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).

I also wanted you know that I DON’T write for:

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

-Anything Non-Con (CNC edge this, so maybe consult with me before asking).

-Anything With Animals.

-Watersports/Intensive Gore.

If you are unsure about whether I’d like or not to write your piece, please just send me a message, I swear that I have never eaten anybody, and I am a really nice person (I SWEAR!), so please do ask, because I am on a bit of an inspirational roll, so I’d love to write for you!

Also if you ever want to support me through these hard times (but don’t feel forced in any way), you might also commission special pieces, through paying me a ‘coffee’ on KO-FI.

[hecohansen31]

Kinktober (TAGLIST) 🖤

Hello there, lovelies! 😘✨

How are you? 🤔

Since I am going to try to take part in kinktober, I wanted to create a specific tag lists for my writing, I wanted to tell you that if you are on my taglist you will be tagged, unless you don’t want to, in that case you are more than welcome to tell me! 🖤

If you want to be tagged in my works, just like this post! 🖤

(I am not going to do most extreme kinks, but I tried to challenge myself so just now that it’ll be NFSW and smutty and not only CF’s character! 💗

In fact you’ll find:

-Michael Langdon.

-Duncan Shepherd.

-Jim Mason.

-Xavier Plympton.

-Roman Godfrey.

-Trevor Kirschner.

-Chet.

-Ivar The Boneless.

-Billy Hargrove.

-Axel Cluney.

-Gordan Merkel.)

And you’ll find some of my new and old AUs (Headmaster AU, Pro Biker AU, Superhero AU, Model AU, Vampires And Werewolves and a big fic in the end to celebrate Halloween and my birthday! 😉)

So let me know if you want to be added here, much love! 🖤

[emmyrosee]

My Queue💕

For the Longer fics in Progress

New series: Roman x Reader x Mickey; Little Rock.

*Fivesome, Party, Party, Party*

It’s your birthday! Your best friends all decide to throw you a small party to celebrate. But when a suggestive gift sparks some untapped feelings, certain desires come to life.

*untitled Merkel smut*

A surprise for all my Patreon babes 👀❤️

*Axel Cluney x Reader; Mud on The Tires*

What was supposed to be a romantic night to celebrate your anniversary turns into more than you and Axel bargained for as his beloved truck gets stuck in the mud.

Gordan Merkel x Reader; little things.

When a group of rebels disappear just a few days before Gordan Merkel does, questions swim through your brain as you struggle to come to terms with what exactly happened to your lover, and that the image of wanted signs all over Berlin staring back at you might be the last time you get to see his face.