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acantha-j-roberts · 4 years

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Welcome to the House of Bill

Part 1- A Manic Monday

Chapter One

You wake up at dawn, leave your room and begin to prepare breakfast for all the teens. You leave a lot for the teens to do, so they learn to be independent. You then walk upstairs, preparing to wake the teens. Once up the stairs, you're standing in a hallway, lined with doors.

You pass by the doors, knocking loudly on each one.

"Wake up, boys!" You yell, "Time for school!"

You stop your knocking at the last door, number 8, which is Henry Pearl's room. You let him sleep, since at night, you home school him. You rush down the hallway and back downstairs. Tapping for foot impatiently, waiting for the teens to come down the stairs.

Simon is first, as expected, dressed in his red jumper and impeccable hairstyle. You greet Simon with a polite smile, he responds with a nod.

Next, Gordon and Henry Deaver, neither of them making eye contact with you. You see that Deaver is being shy again, which is a sign he's had another nightmare.

"Deaver!" You call, getting his attention.

The kid looks at you, you gesture him to come to you and he obeys. You make sure he's close enough to hear you whisper, before you start talking.

"Have you had another nightmare?" You ask.

Deaver nods, "Yes, ma'am."

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.

The kid looks up at you, his eyes filled with tears. You see his is upset and embarrassed about having these nightmares. You gently run your hand down his face, letting your motherly love show.

"They're just dreams, sweetheart." You say, "They can't hurt you."

Deaver wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, he smiles at you, loving when you use your motherly love.

"Thank you, ma'am." He says.

You smile and watch as Deaver joins the other teens in the kitchen.

"F**k off!" A voice calls from behind you.

"Roman." You mutter.

You turn around, to see Roman and Mickey walking down the stairs. They were talking to each other, Roman not looking impressed.

"F**k off!" Roman repeated, turning away from Mickey.

"Godfrey!" You yell, "Watch your language!"

"Sorry, ma'am." Roman says, rolling his eyes.

You don't react to Roman's attitude, knowing he's just being a moody teenager.

"Ma'am!" Another voice calls, from upstairs.

You look up to see Henry Pearl looking down at you.

He has a worried expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" You ask, walking towards him.

"I think somethings wrong with Axel." Henry says, "I heard him swearing from inside his room."

You cuss under your breath, you rush up the stairs and hurry to Axel's (Zeitgeist) room.

You bang on the door, "Zeitgeist! Is everything alright in there?"

The door opens, "Sort off." Axel answers.

Axel covers his mouth with his acid-proof mask and walks past you. You look inside the room, to see a patch of acid in the floor.

"Oh good lord." You sigh.

"Should I get to cleaning gear, ma'am?" Henry asks.

"Oh, yes please," You answer.

You stand in Axel's room, staring at the acid patch. Luckily, Zeitgeist's room is coated with a special acid-proof chemical, so the floor isn't disintegrating. Henry returns with a the cleaning gear, (specially altered by you to be acid-proof). You step over the acid and walk back to the doorway.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You say, taking the gear from Henry.

He smiles, "Do you need anymore help?"

"No, thank you, sweetheart." You say, "Go back to sleep, you have a busy night tonight."

"Yes, thank you, ma'am." Henry says, walking back to his own room.

Chapter Two

After cleaning the disaster in Zeitgeist's room, you head back downstairs and towards the kitchen. Once you near it, you hear commotion. You rush in, dreading what carriage has take place while you've been gone.

You run in, just in time to see Axel and Mickey restraining Roman, while Simon sits in the floor, hands over his face.

"What's going on?" You ask, both concerned and frustrated.

"That bastard hit me!" Roman growls.

"He touched me first." Simon muttered looking up at you.

You jump when you see Simon's face, a bruise is beginning to appear on his right cheek.

"Roman punched him." Axel explains.

Roman elbowed Axel in the shoulder, "F**k you, acid face!" He scowled.

"Godfrey!" You yell, "Watch your language!"

A loud banging suddenly came from under the floor and all the teens froze. They all looked at each other, fearful expressions on their faces.

"Look what you've done!" You yell, "You’ve woken Pennywise!"

You look down at your watch then back at the teens, "Right, be ready to go in 10 minutes. I'll go and sort the clown out."

You turn away, but before you go, you quickly turn back.

"Behave yourselves." You said, "Or you'll be grounded for the rest of the month."

You walk away, storming towards the basement door. You pull it opened and step inside the small area. You press a tiny button and a large trapdoor opens. You descend the winding stairs, into the dingy basement. You finally arrive at a huge iron cage. You peer through the bars and see two yellow eyes staring back at you.

"Hello, Penn." You say, kindly.

The clown stands on the other side of the bars, clenching the iron poles with its gloved hands.

"Lots of noise up there." It says, smiling it's eerie grin.

"The teens were having a fight." You say, "Nothing out of the ordinary."

The clown turns away and walks into the darkness of the cage. You can faintly see the silhouette of the clown, as it slumps over and falls back into its deep slumber.

"Thank god." You mutter, walking back up the stairs.

You shut the trapdoor and exit through the basement door. You head back towards the kitchen.

"Ow, f**k." One of the teens calls from the kitchen.

You step into the kitchen and see Mickey and Simon standing by the sink. Simon was holding an ice pack on his face and Mickey was running his fingers in water.

"Everything alright, boys?" You ask.

"Yeah, I just burnt myself on the coffee machine." Mickey answers.

You turn to look at Simon, "How's your face, sweetheart?"

"It hurts." Simon answers.

You look down at your watch and begin to panic.

"Good lord!" You gasp, "We need to hurry!"

You rush towards the front door, most of the teens are already there.

"Right, Zeitgeist, you're coming with me." You say, "And the rest of you, the bus should arrive in 10 minutes."

You open the front door and walk down the path, towards the garage. You turn around, just before the teens left the premises.

"Behave yourselves!" You yell, turning back towards the garage.

Zeitgeist is already sat in the passenger seat of your car. You have to drive Zeitgeist to a special school in the next town over (He needs to go their, because he spits acid.)

You turn on the engine and drive down the driveway. While you're driving, you decide to ask Axel about the fight this morning.

"So, what happened between Simon and Roman?" You ask.

"Well, Roman accidentally bumped into Simon." Axel explains, "Obviously, Simon slapped him. Roman just lost it and punched him."

You sigh, "And they woke Pennywise with all the noise. Luckily it went back to sleep."

Chapter three

(Hours pass, school is finished and the teens are in their way home)

You sit in your office, paying your bills and doing the banking. The front door suddenly swings open, and the teens come in. Hearing the loud chatter of the teens, reminds you of the time, you stand up and walk into the living room. All the teens are sat on the huge couches, staring at the television.

"Right, listen up!" You say, "I've got to go out for a while, I'll be back at 4. Behave yourselves, please."

"Yes, ma'am." The teens say, in unison.

You grab your purse from the kitchen counter and head out the door. You needed to go grocery shopping, since your were running low on food. You waited until the teens were home, just so you wouldn't be worried. You also wanted to get some more paints for Henry Pearl, thanking him for being helpful this morning.

You arrive back home at exactly 4pm. The teens are still in the living room, some watching TV and others doing their homework. You head into the kitchen and place the shopping bags down on the counter, when you suddenly hear a loud growling sound. You now notice the fridge door is open and that their is blood pooling on the floor. You step closer to the fridge and see it. Sitting in a pool of blood, crunching through a raw chicken, is Pennywise.

You scowl, then storm into the living room. You snatch the remote from the arm of the couch and switch of the television.

"Which one of you let Pennywise out!" You yell, angrily.

All the teens turn to look at Roman, how is looking sly and mischievous.

"Roman Godfrey, you should know better then to let that clown out!" You scold.

Roman looks up at you and smiles mischievously, You sigh, "Well, you know the house rules, Godfrey. Whoever let's it out, puts it back in."

The smile disappears from Roman's face, to be replaced with worry. You know that the teens fear Pennywise, but it is the house rules.

"Ok, everyone up." You say, "In your rooms, Action Stations! Let's go!"

The teens just up and rush up the stairs, leaving Roman behind. You suddenly remember that Henry Pearl is still asleep in his room, you don't want to frighten him with the sudden alarms. You grab the bag of paints and rush up the stairs. The teens are already in their rooms, preparing for the lockdown.

You bang on Henry's door, "Wake up, Sweetheart." You call.

You open the door, after hearing Henry gasp. Once inside, you shut and re-lock the door.

"Ma'am, what's going on?" Henry asks, worried.

Before you can answer, you hear Roman's voice yell "Action Stations!" and an alarm sounds. Bars fall from the doorframe and automatically lock.

"Had Pennywise escaped?" Henry questions, panicked.

You shake your head, "Roman let him out, he thought it was funny and well, you know the house rules."

"Whoever lets it out, puts it back in." Henry states, looking up at you.

Henry Pearl has memorised all the house rules and obeys each one, being one of the best behaving teens. You suddenly remember what you have in your hand. You walk to Henry's side and hand him the bag. He opens the bag and looks inside, his eye suddenly lighting up with excitement.

"New paints!" Henry cheers, "Oh, thank you, ma'am."

Henry hugs you, now beaming with excitement. With all the chaos that's happened today, it was nice to have something good happen.

Chapter Four

You and the teens were locked in their rooms for 20 minutes. You were starting to become a little worried, when finally the alarm sounded again. The bars unlocked and reascended back into the doorframe. You open the door and rush back downstairs. Roman was standing by the switch (What sets of the alarms and locks the house down), his hair all messed up and his face covered in grazes.

"He's back in the cage." Roman panted, out of breath.

"Good." You say, feeling relieved.

"I guess I'm grounded." Roman sighs.

You shake your head, "You've served your penalty, Roman. No more punishment is needed, as long as you've learned your lesson."

Roman nods, looking very guilty. You look at your watch and realise it is getting late.

"Hey, Godfrey, grab me my phone please." You ask, "I'm ordering pizza for tonight."

Roman smiles and walks off, he returns a few seconds later with your phone. You dial the number of the local pizza place. You order an array of pizza flavours, all the teens liking different flavours. After 10 minutes, a knock came from the front door. You open it, to see the young pizza delivery man, carry a stack of pizzas.

“Thank you, darling.” You say, paying the man and taking the pizzas.

You shut the door with your foot and walk into the dining room. You gently place the pizzas down on the table, you take your favourite flavour and take it into the kitchen. You hide it in the fridge, just to be sure you get something to eat. You ordered two of your favourite flavour, so the teens would have some too. You rush back to the dining room. open the pizzas and arrange them on the table, along with plates, napkins and drinks.

“Boys!” You call, “Pizza’s here!”

The teens jump up from the couch and walk into the dining room. Since it was nighttime now, Pearl has joined the teens. They all came parading into the dining room, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the pizzas.

“Now, no fighting for the pizzas, boys.” You say, “Enjoy.”

You stand in the kitchen, watching over the teens. It was nice to see all the teens getting along, after such a day of chaos.

#bill skarsgard #Welcome to The House of Bill #henry pearl #the kid #mickey villains #roman godfrey #pennywise #gordan merkel #simple simon #zeitgeist

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emmyrosee · 3 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.”

@little-grunge-flowerz

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sir-skarsgard · 4 years

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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

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bethskarsgard · 4 years

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Bill Skarsgård as Gordan Merkel ⇾ ATOMIC BLONDE (2017)

#bill skarsgard #billskarsgardedit #gordan merkel #atomic blonde #merkeledit #bill skarsgård #myedit

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candied-marlboro · 3 years

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when november comes into full force everything starts to remind me of gordan merkel

bare, leafless branches scratching twilight sky. the wind which has suddenly become stronger, colder. all of a sudden i find myself surrounded by thick fog. with every new calendar day the daylight hours are getting visibly shorter and everything becomes darker so quickly

it's blue, blue like denim, shadowy like wet asphalt. rain. it feels like everything has been forever damp and freezing, almost numb to my touch

hiding under my black umbrella (truly a coincidence) im accompanied by that slow and spine-tingling melody of raindrops and im trying not to humming "barrel of a gun" too loud. im moving quickly, hurrying toward nearest bakery, the bottom of my oversized mustard-colored long jacket is absorbing water, and im cold just from the sight of all these damp patches. but i feel the need to stop. and take a look at the deeply wet walls of the concrete buildings. do they keep their secrets like the good spies do? is there anyone on the rooftop at this moment?

#im so in love with days like this #to me november is the most peculiar month because it's like a strange space between golden autumn and harsh winter #like a different and unique dimension #gordan merkel

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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Writing Challenge

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

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

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

RULES:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now, ladies and gentleman here are the prompts!

CONCEPTS (also for moodboards creators)

1) A Fairy Tale With a Twist.

2) The Bad Guy Isn’t So Bad.

3) The One Who Stayed. by @barnzbucky

4) Cruel and Cold Youth.

5) Hair of Gold and Hair of Silver.

6) The Princess Is Bored by @lordsexmachine

7) Happiness Is Not Simple.

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

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

10) Eyes That Can Charm Any Man.

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

12) The Only Fire That Burns Brighter.

13) Lord of Nothing, Lady of Everything.

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

15) Relaxing? More Like Hiding From The World.

QUOTES:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have a nice challenge sweetie!

#Writing Challenge #Michael Langdon #Duncan Shepherd #Xavier Plympton #jim mason #Vikings #Ragnarssons #modern harald #roman godfrey #Peter Rumancek #Hemlock Grove #Axel Cluney #Henry Pearl #Mickey #Henry Deaver #Mark #Gordan Merkel #ivar

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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."

#gordan merkel #merkel stuff #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard imagine

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acantha-j-roberts · 4 years

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Sickfic questions random number generator Game...Thing. Version #1

Was going through tumblr when I came across the post I reblogged prior to this. It gave me an idea for a game. I added numbers to each other the questions and I will use a random number generator to pick a number/question.

Now I need an array of characters to answer these questions about.

Perfect☺️

This works the same way, I use a random number generator to chose a number/character.

I use the generator the choose a question and character, then post the answer on my blog.

Sounds fun 🤩

Rules or instructions

Choose the numbers at random

Write your interpretation of the question (I’m your own words)

Answer it (No word count minimum or limit, just let your creativity guide you😊)

Side notes -Please feel free to request any combinations. However I will say that another user requested this combo, and you can tell me whether you want your account name credited or your want to be anonymous.

Another side note- I give you my permission to play this game with other characters from other fandoms or your OCs. Just please tag me in the post 😊

Thanks to @thekinkmother for writing and posting the questions. I don’t take any credit for the questions, I just saw the questions and thought of this game.

#bill skarsgard #roman godfrey #zeitgeist #henry pearl #gordan merkel #simple simon #the kid #mickey villains #mark #sickfic #Sickfic random question game 01

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emmyrosee · 3 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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