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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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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.

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kn1feinthec0ffee · 4 years

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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 😊😊😊

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romangodfreyownsmyass · 3 years

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Dating headcannons: Merkel

The whole reason you even met was because you knew he was the best person to go to for fake IDs, and you needed one for yourself.

You met again after bumping into each other at one of East Berlin’s notorious underground parties. He calls you by the fake name on the ID before asking for your real name.

When you had your first kiss, you were at Merkel’s special spot: the rooftop of some building downtown where he keeps chairs, blankets, cigarettes and a radio. He slips in a Rolling Stones cassette, watching the way your face tilts up to look at the stars, until he can’t help himself anymore and pulls you closer to him.

When the heat goes out in the shitty apartment you share, Merkel wraps you in his heavy fur coat to make sure you stay warm.

When giving Merkel the side shave haircut he’s wanted for so long, it takes everything in him to sit still and not focus on how close your lips are to his neck

You’re favorite thing to do on dates is go to fancy restaurants and fake proposals to get free food

When Merkel comes back from missions, you practically have to force him to sit down and let you take care of him while he keeps insisting he’s fine

Sometimes he’ll let you listen as he stums away at his guitar, singing softly to some of the lyrics. He thinks his singing voice is terrible, but you love listening to it.

He tries to teach you some phrases is German, and can’t help but laugh when you completely butcher the words

You can always tell when Merkel gets home before you by the sound of David Bowie songs blasting from inside the apartment

Showering together is all fun and games until the hot water runs out after just ten minutes

Him trying to teach you some self defense skills may or may not always turn into a make out session

He likes to watch you fall asleep as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair. You both end up moving closer to each other while you sleep to keep warm

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nikky-the-writer · 6 years

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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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skrsgardspam2-blog · 6 years

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Just Until She Comes Back :)

Hello lovelies! My name is Grace and I created this blog for anyone missing Leah already and I would like to write little blurbs about Bill and any character he has played. (I have a massive crush on Zeitgeist) I want people to send in as many filthy/fluffy/angsty ideas that they might have. I also want to hear about your lives, so don’t be shy!

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård imagine #bill skarsgård x reader #bill skarsgård fanfiction #roman godfrey #zeitgeist #axel cluney #gordan merkel #henry pearl

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dolphinsapphire28 · 7 years

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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.

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sweetbillwriting · 2 years

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Sweet Bill Writing Masterlist

All my stories is for 18+ readers

AU Bill Skarsgård

This Is Bad, Billy (complete)

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The Finale Part

Just You and I (complete)

Prologue

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Epilogue

The Real Deal (complete)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

The Finale Chapter

Bill Skarsgård & Aurora Lou (OC) Stories

Bill & Aurora Lou Masterlist

AU Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist)

The Stranger I Love (complete)

"Teaser"

Aesthetic No. 1

1 2 3 4 5

Aesthetic No. 2

6 7

The Finale Chapter

AU Gordan Merkel

Blue Angels (complete)

Aesthetic

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III

Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI

The Finale Chapter

AU Henry Deaver/The Kid

A Thousand Leaves (Ungoing)

Intro

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Vincent de Gramont The Marquis

The Finer Things (Ungoing)

Teaser

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Unfinished Projects

Move In To My Life (AU Bill Skarsgård)

Teaser

Moodboards for Cassie, Misha, Theo, Tiana and Ella

Aurora Lou Playlist

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ill-skillsgard · 5 years

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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."

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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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).

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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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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emmyrosee · 2 years

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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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emmyrosee · 2 years

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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.”

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emmyrosee · 3 years

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I have a request if you don't care. How would each of Bill’s characters react to you telling them that you are pregnant with their baby? Would they act happy or freak out ❤️

MAH HEART🥺

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Axel and Henry would just be the biggest smiles and grins as he smothers you in kisses, arms wrapped tight around you. He would just be wordless, so happy and eager for this chapter of your life, and have you by his side forever.

Gordan would honestly, be a little melancholic. Because of course he wants to bring in a beautiful life with you. A family, a small house on a quiet street, every thing. That’s all he ever wants.

But his work, it causes a lot of concern. Your safety, and connections to you he might have, now he has to do the same precautions for his child; not to mention all he might miss. It’s hard for him, but he makes you a promise to try.

That’s all he can offer you, but it’s plenty to make you feel safe, because Gordan’s never broken a promise.

Mark- okay. Mark would be a pretty nervous wreck, but do not discount that from his excitement. Mark is excited to be a father, excited to have you by his side.

But he’s scared too; he knows how he was in his younger years, and he’s worried they’ll be the same. And may the gods look over whatever unlucky soul his possible-daughter brings home, especially if they’re like him when he was a kid.

Mickey- just give him all the babies. ALL OF THE CHILDREN. Every time he suspects that your pregnant, he waits on you hand and foot, and is a complete wreck when you tell him that you’re not.

But when you finally are?

Good god.

He goes to ALL the classes, picks up ALL the extra work he can so his kids can have the safest and most exciting toys and treat you to whatever you may want, and he’s there through it all.

Mickey’s parents were young and naive when they had him. They loved him, but they couldn’t do it right. But he will. And he would rather die than let anything happen to or disappoint you.

Roman is terrified. TERRIFIED. Much like Mark, he’s terrified that his little one is going to be just like him, and he’s going to be just like his dad, whether that means J.R., or Norman, but he doesn’t want to be either.

He’s probably a little cold for a while, convinced it’s not his, but it isn’t until you don’t leave, you don’t pack your things and scorn him for not being a good man that he collapses and tells you all of his fears, crying against you and cradling you’re stomach in his large hands while you just hold him back.

The kid is very excited, but I feel like he knew before you (HA). He could feel the changes in the air, see some of your bodily changes and one morning, probably the morning you were planning on telling him, he comes in, wraps his gangly arms around your waist with a large hand on your tummy.

“You know, don’t you, baby?” You ask, and he hums softly.

“We’re having a baby..” he whispers in your hair, a smile tugging at his cheeks.

Willard- okay. You have to tell Willard when he’s not doing anything or holding anything fragile, because he will instantly drop everything and fall to his knees, gazing up at you like you’re some divine being blessing him with a beautiful baby.

He is just so beyond any description of excitement, so eager to start this life with you, and much like Mickey, picks up extra work so the baby can grow up in a good home with food on the table every night.

🥰🥰🥰

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emmyrosee · 3 years

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what tattoo's do the bills get to represent you? (images or not, up to you mamas!) 😁😍

This is hot 👀

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Axel probably gets your lips tattooed on his neck. Bold, bright, and literally he asks his buddy to trace over the lipstick stain you left there on each side of his neck. When he surprised you with it, you nearly cried because of just how openly proud he was to have you as his 🥺

Gordan- okay. Gordan really can’t have tattoos. ESPECIALLY ones linked to you. Given his work, if anyone found out and tried to find you- that’s his worst nightmare. And you can’t have one of him either, though he does have-

Paper clips.

Yeah I said it. He carries gold paper clips in his pocket, and you do as well. No one questions paper clips, paper clips don’t mean anything if they find them on him. But to you two? They’re everything 😍

Henry pearl has you draw him a picture. It can be anything. Doesn’t matter your artistic skills. Doesn’t matter if it’s a tree, or a lion, it’s drawn by you, and that’s what matters.

Then, he gets it tattooed on his shoulder, where you always rest your head (only to pout when he explains you need to use the OTHER shoulder for a few weeks), just so whenever he sees or touches it, he knows he’s still got you right there beside him🥰

Mark- my boy. My sweetie sweet.

Mark doesn’t do tattoos a ton, mainly because they’re expensive and maintenance can sometimes blow, but he makes an exception for you.

He takes one of the first times he ever caught you on camera saying “I love you,” and gets his friend to convert it into a sound wave. He gets it behind his ear and touches it when he’s stressed, as if to remind himself he has you, no matter what 😩❤️

Mickey has ALL the tattoos to represent you, mkay? He even has your name tattooed on him, breaking ALL the bro codes, but he wears it with pride.

To directly represent you, he has your favorite cartoon character on the knuckle of his index finger, the knuckle you always kiss, and he makes sure to keep up the maintenance if it wears so it can always be there for you😊

Roman doesn’t like tattoos either, though he does have a tattoo kink👀 but he does cave and get one to represent your relationship.

It’s a tiny little bow on his pinky finger, the “thread” thin but neat and simple- he says he specifically asked for this because “even when our relationship isn’t, the bow holds us together”

Cheesy little shit HA-

The kid, nor henry Deaver will get a tattoo. Rip 😭

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emmyrosee · 3 years

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Here’s a fun random head canon list for my boys because I can and will have fun HA

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Axel is the pied piper of kids. No matter who or what the situation is, Axel is just unfathomably good with kids. There is never a crying child when he is near, and babies?? As soon as they lay their eyes on him, it is like all is good in their world.

Maybe it’s because he’s like, a human jungle gym. Who knows 😍

Gordan is EXTREMELY flexible and (super secretly) a HUGE yoga buff. Like oh my god. He does yoga in the mornings to stretch out his bones and muscles, going especially hard on himself after a mission where he can be home and relax a few days.

One morning you came down to make him breakfast and you saw him in a complete backbend, breathing through his nose, the gaps in his ribs huge with the bend.

“You enjoying the show?” He hums calmly, smiling softly with his eyes still in a relaxed close.

“Very much,” you tease, taking a seat on the couch. “Please, don’t let me stop you.” 🙈

Henry Pearl is one of the most brave bills when it comes to doing daring things. He’s always the first one to go night swimming with you, always the first in line to go on that rollercoaster, and always the first to capture and remove the massive spiders in your house.

He says it’s because he’s doing something he loves and he wants to live after being sheltered so long but.. you don’t miss the opportunity to call him crazy😂❤

Mark’s favorite guilty pleasure is McDonald’s, and he gets it typically when he has a long night of studying, a hungover friend or when he’s just had a really bad day; his favorite food in the world is a McRib and would kill one of his friends for an Oreo McFlurry most days 🙄❤

Mateo has extremely vivid dreams, so much so that he’s been late to classes, meetings, lunches/breakfasts with you because in his dream he’s gotten up and done all of those things, while in reality, he is still very much asleep.

Whenever he has something important for work, you’re sure to call him on his house phone to wake him up and get him moving so he’s not late, though this isn’t always fool proof. Because sometimes in his dream he answers it and completely misses the call, so an alarm clock across the room is what typically works😩

Mickey is really bad at subtraction and division. Asking him about multiplication, easy, addition, no sweat, but as soon as you start asking him on the fly reducing, he has a full meltdown, trying to figure it out but ultimately just grumbles at you to use his phone 😂

Roman has a very, VERY secret fear of turtles, as well as an irrational fear of crocodiles/alligators. No matter how hard Roman has searched, the little minute differences between these crocs/gators trip him up, and he can’t tell the difference between snapping turtles and fun turtles.

In turn, he tries his hardest to avoid all these creatures all together HA

(Subbing The Kid for) Henry Deaver can only eat Oreo’s- which are his favorite cookie- by first taking out the cream, soaking it in milk and eating it, followed by the cookies, one dry and one soaked. He also eats lucky charms by separating his marshmallows and cereal because “the cereal is my breakfast and the marshmallows are my dessert”

He so weird. Love him 😘

Willard is a whistler. When he walks, when he’s bored, when he’s doing basic, mundane tasks, he whistles to pass the time and keep focus, as well as keep his senses heightened. He whistles at you when you walk by, he even whistles when he’s mad in order to bring himself down a notch. Occasionally he even whistles when he breathes- and you make sure to tease him for it every time 😍

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