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[emmyrosee]

Gordon Merkel

I WOULDN’T BE CAUGHT DEAD IN IT.

fanfics

n/a

drabbles

Patch Up

Comfort

Stop Smiling At Me

My Sunshine

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors Do Not Interact.

Little Bunny

Rough

Time Apart

Taking Care Of Him

Interrogation

Soft dominance 

[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.

[sir-skarsgard]

Hello! I saw that you write Bill's preferences and I have an ideia. Please, write how would be the Bill's reaction having a very beautiful and attractive girlfriend (Dream, JUST A DREAM😂). Oh, if you have a similar request, you can combine with mine if you want, I don't mind 😊

Word count: 1045

Warnings/contents: Cursing, fluff, self conscious feelings 

Notes: Ahhh this is so cute! I love it! It took me a million years to get to this, but I am back in the habit of writing for Bill again (and hopefully it stays that way) and this was a request I got a long time ago, so here we go! The point of view switches a couple of times, I apologize for that, I completely zoned out while I was writing and forgot which point of view I was doing and I’m too lazy to change the wording 🙃

So here’s my first mediocre post since I came back to life, I hope you enjoy it! 

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Axel would have the tendency to get jealous when other guys stared for too long; his girlfriend was absolutely stunning, and everyone saw it. Whenever he started to get jealous he would wrap an arm around her waist or shoulder and pull her close to him. Or he’d press a kiss to her lips and then look at the person who was making him jealous. Typically he would just sulk for a few minutes until you shot the guy down, who was openly ignoring Axel’s presence all together, and then left, dragging Axel after you 

Bob would definitely have insecurities about dating his gorgeous girlfriend; this was all just a joke right? Some cruel prank from Bowers. A running joke that she would go to him and talk about everything Bob did that was stupid throughout the day. She didn't really love him. How could she? She looked like a model for Pete’s sake! A lot of reassuring would take place in this relationship in the beginning, because he’d remain shocked that such a gorgeous woman would want to be with him. Sexually. But soon enough his worries would slow down. Though he would still get hit with a lot of insecurities when another guy hit on her because he assumed she’d want to be with him instead. And then you would have to be reassuring him again. Rinse, repeat 

Henry was very aware how stunning his girlfriend was. Still confused as to why she was even with him, in fact. And it seemed most of the people in town wondered that same thing; he would get a lot of jealous looks from others as he and his gorgeous girlfriend went around the town, holding hands and laughing. Jealous looks from girls were also very common, normally because they seemed jealous of her beauty, though also because of how happy they seemed together when the girls boyfriend stared at you as you walked. Every now and then he would get self conscious of his own looks, but a little reassurance from her and he would be back on his feet; he needs constant reminders from you that you only want him and that those other guys don't compare, just to make him feel better. And you were more than willing to remind him how much you loved him-- and only him 

Mark was very easily jealous. Having guys constantly doing double-takes to stare at his girlfriend could often get him fired up, but thankfully for the other guys you always knew how to distract him again. He often walked around with her with a protective arm around her shoulder or a hand in her back pocket, just to show those guys who did a double-take that she was not available. He didn't get very self conscious, but when he did it was important to take a gentle approach to it and just sit on his lap and kiss him like it might be the last time you can ever do it again

Merkel is aware, and would find it funny how many guys tried to hit on his girlfriend, because she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. He had caught a rare, beautiful on the inside, absolutely stunning on the outside, woman and other men saw it, too. Their flirting was always pointless, and Merkel trusted her with no worries. To say he wouldn't get a little jealous when he saw some guy hitting on his girlfriend would be a lie, but he would always just cross his arms and stare the guy down while she turned him down and they'd move on with their lives; at the end of the day he’s the one she’s stealing the blankets from and using as a human pillow 

Mickey could get very sulky because of how gorgeous his girlfriend was. Only because other guys were always hitting on her and he was worried she might find some muscular guy attractive and leave him for the other guy; though he knew that was absolutely insane, he loved you and he didn't want some other guy to get to love you the way he did. It would only take a few reassurances from her, a few kisses and snuggling with him and watching tv, or reminding him of all the reasons you loved him and he would calm down. He just loved you. So much 

Roman could, and would, get crazy jealous. But at the same time he was proud of her; she was fucking gorgeous and everyone knew it. Many girls at school were jealous of her, and along the streets the two often got ugly stares from people as they walked. But of course it was all pure jealousy from the guys who saw Roman’s hand in yours, and your hand around his waist that annoyed the petty teenage girls. Being the most attractive couple in town was taxing because of jealousy levels from others; of course people were always trying to steal you from Roman, and as much as he was jealous, he knew he could trust you. That wouldn't stop him from getting jealous, but it might stop an outrage 

The Kid didn't understand why he was so jealous at first when he saw some guy hitting on you in the street. He had never seen someone as gorgeous as you were, and he learned that it was apparent many other people in town hadn't either; often times people were jealous, and the kid wasn't really one for confrontation. If he was jealous he would mostly sulk and wait for you to come back to him. It would take a lot of reassuring from you that he was the only person you wanted, and that those other people were nowhere near stealing you from him. Cuddling with him when he was down about this was important, and telling him that you love him a lot. He was observant and saw that other guys were pretty jealous when they saw the two of you together, but there was nothing they could do about it now, and he soon got more comfortable. Dating such an attractive person was different than he'd imagined. Nobody in town could compare, and he was so, so lucky 

[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."

[acheronianess]

Geez, can he at least try to pretend not to know how gorgeous he is? I mean the smug look on his face says it all...

[dolphinsapphire28]

We cannot help it, Bill!                    We just cannot...!

[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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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!

[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.”

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[emmyrosee]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All while he pleasures himself.

This was real torture.

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

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

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

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[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).

[romangodfreyownsmyass]

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

[dolphinsapphire28]

When you envy a cotton shirt...

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The risk

Merkel x Reader

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

Request: Yes

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

Warning: blood, nudity, lots of fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A/N: Thank you for reading!!! Guys, if you have any ideas, send me some requests!!

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[maevonstein]

Mae smiled, her own tears pricking in her eyes. “Ja, you are,” she replied, stepping to him and hugging him close, her head in his chest. “My Vati. I could never imagine having this life with anyone but you.” She went on her tip-toes, kissed him gently. “Ich liebe dich, Gordan.” Happy tears fell down her cheeks, and her smile stayed watery. “Come with me on Wednesday; I’m having my ultrasound then.” And she snuggled into him, content and warm and loved. “Our perfect, little family...”

@spy-punk-merkel

Wh-What do you mean, ‘with number two on the way?’ 😳😳😳 -Gordan

I mean what I said, Vati. Don’t you remember, the night you came back from Istanbul? I think Greta’s going to have a little sibling soon.

That’s alright, isn’t it?

@spy-punk-merkel