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hai baba okay so I like love ur writing like AHABENSB anyways…. could u pretty please perchance write smth with dom bill, like just him overstimulating tf out of us, like we’re in five or six rounds and he just keeps going, literally fucking the shit out of us like MMMSJJSSHSBEN I NEED HIM SO BAd anyways I’m so sorry if u don’t feel comfortable writing this u don’t have too baibai

also can it perchance b 2010 bill… 😼

WARNINGS :: p in v, dom!bill kaulitz, overstimulation, full nelson, missionary, prone bone, after care, rough sex, fast sex

A/N :: of course my loveeyyy!! From me to you i rlly hope you like this❤️

Bill doesn’t usually do sex after concerts, those things were always Tom things, Everything about women were Tom Kaulitz things, Bill was always known as the one who was more careful during sex.

But, you could attest to that. Especially with the way Bill’s fucking you so roughly in prone bone, a pillow under your hips, holding your ass up for his merciless thrusts against your backside, his ringed pale hand fisting your hair in his hand and shoving your face into the pillow below. Yet, you’re only two rounds in and he’s pounding into you like you had just finished an argument and he won so this is how he celebrates.

You’d honestly think Bill was Tom if you didn’t know any better, especially with the way Bill folds you into full nelson on the fifth round, rubbing at your clit with unmatched speed even while he’s fucking into you from below. You’re even begging for him to stop for a second or at-least slow down, but does he? No. Nein. Nuh-uh. Nah. He makes up excuses, more reasons to keep fucking into you.

“Its your exercise you really wanted to get in this morning, baby,”

“C’mon, just a few more. For me?”

Can you deny him what he wants? No. Because he’s Bill-fucking-Kaulitz, who’s gonna say no to Bill Kaulitz? Definitely not you, i don’t think you can while you’re getting your guts rearranged by that exact man anyways.

On about the seventh, he’s got you folded into missionary, him between your legs, thrusting into you roughly, a faster pace than before as he chases both of your orgasms. Atleast ten of the many orgasms you already had. But of course, you both came undone, he releases a loud groan into your neck, emptying into you slowly before cleaning you up and cuddling you to sleep. ❤️

A/N :: ALSO PLEASE. Once again, give yourself an emoji if you KNOW you’re gonna be in my asks a lot more, and thats towards my anons. Thank youu! <3 love you all.

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-- * INTRICATE RITUALS.

i'm back with a short, light read! 🥰

thank you for reading and likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

as usual, bill kaulitz x roman reigns / 718 words

cw: daddy kink, domestic fluff, morning sex ♡

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" with you, intimacy colors my voice. even 'hello' sounds like "'come here' " -- warsan shire

It feels like a miracle, how the morning light washes the bedroom in that luminous glow, painting everything in brilliant amber. Bill loves waking up to it, loves to fan streaks of sun across the warmth of Roman's skin, drawing himself bare into his heart.

This moment always feels like stolen time, a delicious secret that Bill feasts on until he spills open, swollen with sweetness. He loves Roman, loves his hands, loves his mouth, the crinkles beneath his eyes when he smiles, real and kind, loves him bad and terrible, from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet and this time, when Roman catches Bill admiring him, honey brown eyes soft upon him with wonder Roman smiles again, sleepy and lovely with just a tease of fondness as he looks back at him, saying softly, "morning, beautiful."

It's enough to set Bill ablaze with butterflies, everything of him belonging so deeply to this man from the blood to the bone, that voice like a siren's call that Bill gladly storms into, burying himself into Roman's arms with a soft, love worn whimper. Roman feels like a homecoming, a steady hand, a certainty that Bill knows will never fail.

They kiss once, slow, decadent, strong arms pulling Bill in deeper, skin to skin drawn hot together as they find each other in the middle, lips touching again in the bare sunlight, a rosy "good morning, daddy" breathed between kisses. The sun continues on until they are both bathed in gold.

The morning saunters onward into the kitchen where Bill takes on his favorite role, housewife, darling and dutiful as he lovingly prepares breakfast for his most beloved, every step intentional, caring as it should always be. Love is such a dazzling look on Bill, casting him radiant and bright. He knows Roman's routines by heart now.

He's in the basement, down in the gym, perfecting that already perfect form and Bill has to pinch himself to stop salivating at the thought of him shirtless, glossed with sweat, that beautiful, flushed and tattooed skin. It's dizzying, tensing Bill's thighs together and it feels almost embarrassing how simple Bill has become, how easily domesticated and tamed he is now, how completely love has captured him in the palm of Roman's tender hand.

The next best part of the morning is when Roman finally graces the room with his presence, freshly showered and clean, like cedarwood and coconut and the sight and scent of him is enough to make Bill want to drop to his knees and open his mouth right there, but what happens next is no less wonderful. When the head of the table takes his seat so does Bill, gracefully lowering himself to the floor next to Roman's chair on the cool, kitchen tile, hands placed into his lap, a restful sigh wafting from his lips as he lays his cheek against Roman's thigh, the cotton of his lounge pants soft against the stubble of Bill's face.

He could fall asleep like this to the every now and then clink of silverware as Roman eats the food so affectionately prepared for him, the satisfying hum of approval, the rumbles of praise blessed down into golden strands, of what a good little wife Bill is, an adoring "my good girl" pressed like a rose into Bill's ear.

Other mornings are no less divine with Bill blinking awake to Roman's mouth between his legs, beautiful black hair blanketing goosebumps against heated skin, stringing kisses wet down the shivering slope of Bill's thighs, his hands splaying his legs open like a gift, aching and ready. Or when they both wake up needy, already gasping for it, wrapping themselves up gorgeously with one another, every touch, every kiss magnified with heat.

The love is always made unhurried, so indulgently lazy, the way Bill tucks himself against Roman's chest, hiding his face in the heat of his throat, arms circled around his shoulders as Roman holds his hips in place, fucking into him perfect and easy. Every sigh, every groan, every trembling "i love you, daddy" cried against Roman's mouth becomes a vow, a secret treasure to be carried to the grave, the world becoming little else than their bed, belonging only to them under this glittering, balmy summer light.

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Bill looks so good in the ldbm book omgggg

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can i sit on your lap while you work? 18+

Contains: profanity, rough degrading (being made fun of/ called names like "good girl/ whore...), head (male receiving), gagging/ choking, spit, very nasty shi

Summary: Tom is working on something really important on the band and you beg to let him sit on your lap, but it ends up in you pissing him off cus ur so horny and desperate. And ofc he takes it out on u

⇩ SMUT BELOW ⇩

Tom’s sitting at his desk, hunched over his laptop, seemingly completely absorbed in another universe. His brows are furrowed, lips slightly parted as he listens to something through his headphones. On his laptop, a moody track loops, guitar, heavy beats, and hazy, distorted vocals. He’s locked in, tweaking the reverb and cutting tiny pieces, chasing the perfect sound. You recognize that look. He’s deep into it. 

You walk up behind him quietly, but he doesn’t turn around. Normally, he’s quick to greet you with a smile or a kiss, but today he’s totally not in the mood. However, you definitely can't deprive yourself from such a sexy sight, although he's so busy. Even stressed, he looks ridiculously good. And you can't help but stare for a second too long, wondering if there's anything to catch his attention and make him yours for tonight.

"Tom, what are you doing?" You ask softly.

"Hmm?" He hums softly, not even noticing you. Shit, you can't even tell if he heard you or not.

"Tom!"

Tom quickly glances over his shoulder, meeting your eyes for just a second before turning back to the screen.

"Yeah? I'm working on this. I'm trying to get this right" he responds with his thick german accent.

"How long will it take til you're finished? You know I haven't seen you the whole day.."

"Maybe... Two hours?"

You step closer and slide your hands gently over his shoulders, leaning in with a small smirk. He still doesn’t look up. You take your chance and try to ease onto his lap, but his hands come up, firm but gentle, stopping you.

“Ach Schatz, jetzt nicht." (”Ah Love, not now") he mutters, jokingly shaking his head. “I just need to finish this.”

The rejection is honestly so annoying to you. You fully understand that he has to prioritize his job and without a doubt, you've always supported him. But the temptation to challenge him, tease him and seduce him is almost taking over you. You wanna lure him in and make him forget about everything, except how good you can make him feel.

"Can i atleast sit on your lap while you work? I'll be good, promise."

He pauses shortly, taking your request in consideration. He seems a little conflicted, before he slowly nods.

"Fine. You can sit. But don't move."

Tom warns you softly, as you immediately start making yourself comfortable on his lap. He tries to ignore your presence, but it's hard when you're sitting so quietly on his lap. Being so good. ~ so far. His big arms automatically wrap around your waist to keep you still. 

"Wait til i'm done, hm?"

Without shame, you sneakily move a bit higher onto his lap, testing the line. He swallows hard in response, his adam's apple deliciously bopping up and down, pulling your gaze.

"I need you right now. Don't you want this?" your voice darkens.

Noticing how dangerously small the distance between your chest and his face is, with slightly trembling hands your fingers drift to the buttons of your top, toeing the line between teasing and trouble. You whorishly play around with the first little button, while your big eyes are on Toms face, analyzing his pretty features innocently. Biting your lip, you move to the next button, then the next, then the next... Before he even realizes half of your tits are practically exposed. Braless. His now wide eyes drop down to take in the exposed skin, jaw clenching tightly, seemingly disappointed by your slutty behavior. You do infact feel like you're acting like a porn star tonight. Your only intention is to have him inside of you.

"What the fuck are you doing? Seriously?" he gasps.

"Shut up.. stop acting like you're not getting hard." 

"Mmh, i'll probably have to shut you up with something if you don't drop the attitude."

"And you're so annoying.. always working.. We haven't fucked in so long."

He raises a brow, his gaze sharpening at your words, before giving you an evil smirk.

"What do you want, baby?

You clear your throat before responding, with pure honesty. "I want you inside of me."

"Hmm maybe... Maybe i would've given you that if you acted like a good girl and waited til i finished my work. But you were so fucking annoying. I didn't even manage to get one thing done."

His words are like a puzzle, making you lick your lips, suddenly unsure what he's going to say next.

"Forget about it. You're not getting what you want today, you desperate whore." He chuckles.

"But..." before you can even finish your sentence he interrupts.

"Knees." tom glances down at the floor. "Get on your knees." He orders as his fingers squeeze your bare tit like a stress ball, his thumb rubbing over your nipple, lifting you up his lap and pushing you down to your knees in front of him, him still sitting in front of his opened laptop.

He can't help but smirk and start wiggling his lip piercing at the view of you completely at his mercy. Rapidly, Tom unbuttons his jeans, his hard cock springing free, staring down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand gripping the base of his cock, imagining your little lips wrapped around him.

"Open your mouth. I want it full with my cock."

Your stomach flips hard at his words, thighs clenching together as you start feeling a heartbeat down there.

"Lemme fuck your cute lil face."

He guides his cock to your pouty lips, circling and rubbing his tip against them. Pre-cum smears across your mouth, leaving them slick, like you’ve just applied the filthiest kind of lip gloss. As your lips part for him, you realize that you're not the throat- goat you really thought you were. You manage half of his length, barely, and you're already struggling.

“Pathetic.” he mutters under his breath, watching the way your jaw strains. “Not even halfway and you're already choking.”

A sharp hiss escapes him when your teeth scratch his skin, his grip tightening on your hair to yank your head back, forcing you to make eye contact.

“Do it properly, bitch."

Tom guides you back down, pushing in deeper, more than you could ever take. You try to breathe through your nose, but your throat clenches involuntarily, and the sudden gag catches you off guard.

"Ach, du scheiße." he cusses in German, his breath uneven.

He doesn't even stop. Instead, he makes sure to hold you, right there where you belong - gagging around his huge dick, nails clawing weakly at his thighs, eyes watering, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. And yet, he doesn't seem to give a fuck. He just watches you coldly, his heavy moans filling the room.

"See? You're so pretty like this."

You shake your head, signaling that it's too much for you. But he doesn't care. He wants to see you fall apart around his cock like this. His hand firmly guides you back and forth. Cruel and bossy. Slowly leaning back in his chair, spreading his thighs even wider apart, admiring the mess he made out of you.

"cute."

You start moving more confidently as you get used to the sensation of him stretching your little mouth, cheeks hollowing while you bop your head back and forth. Every inch you take makes him whimper louder. You moan around him, the way he twitches on your tongue tells you he's close.

"I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face. Mmmh..."

After a few more brutal thrusts into your mouth, he pulls back, jaw clenching as he pumps himself right in front of your face. His free hand grabs your face roughly, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. You close your eyes, preparing for what's coming, before his cum spills across your cheek and lips, dripping down your chin, not stopping until you're painted in it.

"Such a mess. Aren't you ashamed, sweetheart?"

Then his hand drops.  

He stands and starts tucking himself away. No praise, no comment, no warmth, not even bothering to hand you a tissue to clean up. Just the sound of his zipper and the faint steps as he walks away.

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| +18 Gustav Schäfer Headcanons. ˖ ࣪⊹ 𓂂

𖥟 Gustav is known for being the sweetest guy in the world, and as shy as he seems to be sometimes, that doesn't mean he will be when he's being intimate with you.

𖥟 He's never rough, not unless you clearly ask him to.—Gustav's always making sure you're comfortable and safe, no matter how much you tell him that it's alright, he'd say; "You know I'd never want to hurt you" and then proceed to kiss you on the cheek.

𖥟 He would beg to have you at random points of the day, remarking that you're his drug and often asking to fuck you by saying, "Come on, just the tip." to persuade you, even though you two know that's not gonna happen, and he'll end up railing you anyway.

𖥟 He'd definitely be the type to touch himself whenever you weren't around, just so when you and him where together again, he'd let you know that he could never make himself feel as good as you make him feel.

𖥟 He loves when you call him all sorts of nicknames in bed; whenever you do, he'd hide his face on the crook of your neck and moan there if you two are in missionary. "Again, please."

𖥟 Oh he whimpers, of course he does—he knows well how much you like it, he'll let you know he loves every little thing you do to him.

𖥟 Gustav doesn't hide that he likes it when you're in control sometimes, he'd even ask you to do it again if he feels it's the right time.

𖥟 One thing you have to know, he loves fingering you; to see your eyes rolling back while he's arching his fingers inside you, that's pure bliss. "There you go, loose up for me."

𖥟 He will always have you in his lap, no matter what. "Why do you wanna sit there honey, come." He'd tell you, reaching to grab you by the hips and pull you down so you sink into his leg.

— Requested by @mariiangel

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hi diva can you do Bill x female reader (2011) trying out 69 cause hes so needy after seeing yn wearing his fav underwear set

morning activities. ♡

2011 Bill x f!reader

summary: 69ing with Biel>.<

warnings: smut, oral(f and m receiving), 69, probably more:(

a/n: ANON BABE THIS REQ WAS SO GOOD LET ME FUCK U PRETTY PLEASEEEFBHUE>.<

It was a simple morning. Though you woke up earlier than you intended, it was a calming morning, though your boyfriend, Bill, slept in. Not that you were mad at him for it, you would never. He was never a morning person; and he loved his sleep, so it was explanatory why he slept in.

In the bathroom, you stood there in your pink matching bra and panties, brushing your teeth. You heard footsteps outside the door walking to the kitchen, indicating Bill was awake. He must’ve been looking for you when you heard him yell your name.

“Y/N??”

He yelled, then you heard him walking towards the bathroom. In the midst of continuing to brush your teeth you heard the door open. You weren’t looking at him, but oh boy he was looking at you. His eyes widened as they ranked up and down your body. It was like he was hypnotised, he couldn’t help that you looked so hot, so in his head it was your fault for looking so sexy.

It also didn’t help that the toothpaste surrounding your mouth looked like something else.

“Schatzi..” Bill let out, catching your attention. You looked at his figure standing in the doorway, staring at you like a predator found his prey.

Which led you to where you are now.

*time skip bc i can’t write🩷🩷*

You were hesitant, but Bill insisted. And you just couldn’t deny the way he begged to you;

So, you let him have his way.

You felt weird doing this, but also excited. Bill laid underneath you, your cunt hovering above his face, as you stared at his hard on. As you started giving his tip kitten licks, Bill went straight in; grabbing your hips and going to town as if it was the last time he ever were to. You shuddered and gasped when he did it without warning, making him smirk against you. Continuing to devour your precious cunt, you were already shaking. 

You then carefully wrapped your lips around his tip, before deepthroating the whole thing. Bill moaned against you, sending a chill down your spine. You started to slowly bob your head up and down, the vibrations of him grunting and groaning against your cunt as he shamelessly ate it up was sending you closer to the edge than you thought.

Feeling him attach his lips to your clit sent you over the edge, whimpering around his dick as you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravel. Your eyes rolling back at the feeling of Bill’s tongue licking at your folds, taking what you had to offer from your orgasm.

You started bobbing your head up and down faster, feeling him moan against you. Without warning, he came into your mouth; His semen shooting into your mouth, and you gladly and shamelessly swallowed it all.

That was the best part of your morning.

ugh anon you don’t understand how much I love this req like AGHHSNSNSNHEHABYSSGHSH:(

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Could you please write about Gustav x female reader with a daddy kink thank youuuu !

learning new things. ♡

Gustav x f!reader summary: the req:3 warnings: smut, daddy kink, rough coitus, dom!gustav, sub!reader, a/n: I hate this😔

It was a rough day for Gustav, so it's kind of explanatory why he needed this. You were laid under him with your legs wrapped around his waist with his cock buried inside of you, pounding your insides as if it were the last time he was ever going to.

Not being able to take much more, you grabbed his shoulders in a poor attempt to halt his movements, but no. Instead he grabbed your hands and pinned them against your sides, all with not stopping his hips.

“Mmmph, Gustav please-” you tried, but it was no use as there was no sign he was gonna stop. So you just gave in, which he seemed very pleased as his grasp on your hands loosened, but he didn’t let go. Nor did he slow his thrusts.

He was so close to hitting that one spot. So, so close- and, as if he read your mind- hit that exact spot that had you squirming.

“Haa, Gustav, fuck- daddy!” you slipped out, in which that’s when reality came back to you. You just called him daddy. You didn’t mean for it to come out, but it’s just… slipped out.

Gustav completely paused his thrusts once he heard you say this, eyes widening. Embarrassment overcame you as you snatched your hands from his grasp to cover your face, but he stopped it quickly.

“Nonono, don’t do that- it’s okay. I like it.” He reassured you, now your eyes were wide. He had a daddy kink?

“Really?” you asked hesitantly, he nodded. He started thrusting at the same pace as earlier, his thrusts paused during your small conversation.

“Mmmm, doing so good f’me schatzi..” He praised, placing his hands on your hips to keep them still, continuing his thrusts. You threw your head back at the feeling, not even being able to stop the moans from flying out your mouth.

“F-fuck, daddy, m’so close..” you manage to get out, as you said that he moved one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it roughly. The stimulation sent you over the edge, yelling out his name, the new found nickname (for him) coming out afterwards.

Well, you learn something new everyday.

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I HAVE A VISION.

2010!Tom and fem!reader are enemies, they have been for years (as long as they've known each other) and one day they're fighting as usual but they both go too far and it ended in violence. they don't speak for about a week and it doesn't effect either of them, but one night tom randomly has a wet dream about her. he can't tell anyone but that dream brings new feelings alive and everytime he sees her or she's mentioned it turns him on.. finally they talk again, its an angry interaction but there’s a lot of physical touching and he has her in sexually suggestive positions (like pinned against the wall, face inches from hers, etc) finally he accidentally says he has feelings and it ends in them yk :33

I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE?! I TRUST YOU WILL EXECUTE THIS BEAUTIFULLY AS ALWAYS

Fierce Flames of Rivalry

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF (tiny bit)

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are enemies, they've hated each other for years. At a party, Tom steals shots from Y/N and her friends, causing a brawl to happen. After a particularly vivid wet dream, feelings he never knew he had for Y/N started to surface, he couldn't keep her out of his mind..

A/N: IM BACK AGAINDJDSFSD

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT I LOVE U ANON divider creds: @bbyg4rlhelps

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, violence, lots of yelling, blood mentions (not a lot)

Me and Tom had hated each other for YEARS. For as long as I knew him I fucking despised him. We argued over the stupidest things, we got annoyed at each other for the slightest things. Everyone around us knew us as enemies, knowing we'd explode at each other. They found it funny, cute almost, my friends always shipped us, said we were perfect for each other.

I always disagreed, but in the back of my mind...the possibility hung, beckoning me almost to give it a try..

One day we were both at the same party, I was with my girlfriends, dancing and having fun. We gravitated towards the kitchen island where all the drinks were, bottles of hard liquor scattered.

Tom and his crew stood at the end of the island, he was nursing a beer, his shirt dishevelled, showing a slight glimpse of his toned chest. He stared at me through blazing eyes, as if I was the worst person on earth.

I poured my friends some shots, shouting and celebrating. Tom stalked over with his friends and grabbed the shots from my hands, downing them himself. His friends laughed alongside him as if he was the funniest guy ever for pulling this immature shit. He then turned to me with a smirk, his piercing gaze cold and challenging.

"Oops.." he pouted mockingly, my girlfriends gasped behind me in outrage, murmuring angrily. He tried to walk past me but I blocked him with my shoulder, "oh you think that's funny huh? You're a fucking comedian?" I mocked, eyeing him up and down.

He caught himself, staring at me for a moment. His expression darkened almost immediately, jaw clenching. "Move out of the fucking way.." he growled, towering over me menacingly.

"Cmon..it's not worth it.." one of my girlfriends said, grabbing my shoulder. I quickly shoved her hand off, "no, this piece of shit needs to be taught a fucking lesson, you can't fuck with me and think you can fucking get away with it.." I said, staring at him the whole time.

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched me stand my ground, his friends falling silent behind him. A cruel smirk slowly spread across his face as if he found my defiance amusing. "Oh yeah, princess? And..tell me, enlighten me on how you're planning to teach me this so called lesson?" he challenged, stepping closer intentionally, thinking he was scaring me with his height.

"Look at little miss high and mighty..aww, trying to act tough. What are you gonna do, hit me? Slap me like a little bitch?" he chuckled mockingly, deliberately invading my personal space. "Come on then, try it.." he chuckled and looked at his friends behind him, pointing to me as if I was beneath him.

Before he could react, I drew my hand back and punched him in his jaw, hard. The room instantly fell silent, his friends stopped laughing instantly. He staggered back slightly from the impact, his hand immediately going to his jaw, a red mark already forming from where my knuckled connected.

"What..gonna cry? Don't challenge someone if you don't know their strength, princess.." I used the name to degrade him, just as he did with me. His face turned red with rage and..embarrassment..? No one had ever hit him before, especially not a woman. He took his jacket off angrily and threw it aside. His voice was low and deadly when he spoke, "you just made a huge fucking mistake.." he growled.

We started screaming at each other, fighting over the shot incident. "You're a fucking bitch!" he shouted, running his hand through his braids, blood tricking from the corner of his mouth. Even in a heat of rage I could admit seeing him like this was kinda...hot.

"Fucking bitch...what he hell makes you think you can just.." he was seething with anger, his typically controlled demeanour crumbling. Without warning he grabbed my wrist forcefully, "you wanna fucking punch me? HUH?!" he yelled in my face. His friends behind him cheered him on, egging him on to 'teach me a lesson'. He gripped my wrist tighter and pulled me closer, I squirmed in his grip and kept screaming in his face.

I clawed at him, everything felt like it went in slow motion. We both went at each other, becoming a blur of fists, hair pulling and harsh words. Toms shirt was torn, his lip was bleeding and he had scratches down his face from my long nails.

I wasn't faring much better, my dress was ripped and my hair was messy, and I had red marks on my cheek. Everyone realized how serious it was getting, one of the hosts grabbed me roughly and his friend grabbed him too, trying to break us up. "NO! LET ME AT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" I struggled against the guys grip.

Tom was equally enraged, struggling against his friends hold, "FUCK! LET ME GO! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HER!" he managed to break free momentarily, lunging at me again. The host holding me had to pin my arms behind my back to stop me from hitting him back.

His friend managed to grab him again, forcing him to sit down and chill. I screamed a few more insults before giving up. Tom was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with anger as his friends gave him some water, talking to him, trying to bring him back but all he could focus on was me.

The room was fucking chaos, broken glass and torn pieces of our clothes everywhere. People were shouting, and the music had been turned off completely. My friends rushed to my aid, the host scolded tom, "what the hell is wrong with the both of you?! You could've ruined this whole fucking party over some stupid argument!" Tom just scowled, not saying a word. The host sighed heavily and stormed off, turning the music back on and screaming for everyone to continue partying.

A week had passed and the tension between us was palpable. In class I would catch him glaring at me from across the room. This was the longest we had gone without fighting and everyone was surprised and shocked to say the least. But it didn't affect either of us, we were glad not to talk to each other, we did in fact hate each other.

One night as Tom slept in bed, images of me haunted him in his dreams. Tom woke up with a start, his head racing and the sheets beneath him damp. The dream had been intense, we were back at the party but instead of fighting we were kissing passionately, and he was fucking me against the wall.

His hand was still gripping the sheets tightly, his dick painfully hard. "...Fuck.." he muttered to himself. While Tom had dreamt about shoving you against walls and fighting you one minute, the next minute he would dream about pushing you onto his bed and fucking you senseless. He didn't understand these new feelings..he was confused. One minute he hated you, then the next he wanted to kiss you and hold you..fucking you until you screamed his name.

For the next few days, everytime he saw me his heart would race and he'd almost get a slight flush on his face. I caught him throughout the week staring at me and when I caught him, his eyes wouldn't go cold and he wouldn't glare at me, they would just widen and he would turn away quickly. "Strange.." I thought, turning back to do my work.

Tom realized that everytime he saw me laugh or bend over to pick up my books, his pants would feel tighter. He would find himself staring ar your lips when you talked, or watching your ass as you walked up the stairs. He seemed to be everywhere I was.

He finally had enough, he showed up at my apartment, his fist pounding angrily against the wood. He was confused, frustrated and horny as hell. The dreams and unwanted thoughts had pushed him to his breaking point. When I cracked the door open slightly he didn't give me a chance to speak.

He pushed the door open, speaking up, "we need to talk.." he muttered impatiently, his eyes meeting mine. I scoffed and stepped aside, letting him inside. "You're so fucking stubborn, you know? You act like I'm the problem when you're just as bad!" he turned around, his words like venom.

My eyes widened in surprise, "are you fucking kidding me? You really wanna fucking show up and start accusing me of all this shit? You're the fucking problem, you always get on my fucking nerves!" I screamed at him, stalking closer. I pointed a finger at him angrily, "you're such a manipulative asshole.." our eyes locked, the fire igniting, roaring, begging to be set free.

He stepped closer, his voice rising to match mine. "I'm the fucking problem?! YOU'RE ALWAYS FUCKING PUSHING MY BUTTONS! You think I like this?! I hate you!" his chest was heaving, his face flushed with anger and something else..something he couldn't quite understand.

As we screamed at each other some more he slowly backed me up against the wall. He finally snapped, my backed slammed against the wall as he pushed his body against mine, smashing his lips into mine.

He bit my bottom lip, making me gasp and giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. My hands fisted his shirt, pushing him away one second but then pulling him closer the next.

Between kisses his snarled against my lips, "I fucking hate you.." he grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging hard as he mauled at my neck. "You're annoying, you're stubborn, you're fucking beautiful and I can't stop thinking about you!" he panted, "I hate that you're so hot when you're mad..I hate that I like fighting with you..god I hate that I like you so much.." he accidently confessed his feelings.

When he realized his eyes widened and he stuttered trying to save his ass, "shut up..shut up and kiss me again," I growled. He didn't need to be told twice. His lips crashed back onto mine, harder this time. He pushed his body against mine against, letting me feel how much he wanted me. He was angry, frustrated and horny, he wanted you to know it all.

He suddenly lifted me up, his hands gripping my ass as he walked over to my bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and crawled up my body, his hands were rough and hurried as he pulled off my shirt, practically ripping off my bra along with it. Then he took off his own.

He kissed me aggressively while unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them down my legs along with my underwear. He hoisted my legs over his shoulder and he immediately dived down.

His tongue attached onto my clit, working relentlessly. I moaned loudly, sliding my hand down and gripping onto his braids. He licked and sucked with a ferocity that matched his anger and desire. He gripped my thighs tightly, spreading me wider as he buried his face between my legs. His moans vibrated against my sensitive flesh, making me squirm and gasp.

Loud, desperate moans left my mouth as I threw my head back in pleasure. He lapped at me hungrily, tasting my arousal. He slid to fingers deep inside me, fucking me with them roughly. He growled, the sound muffled against my pussy. He looked up at me, watching me fall apart under his touch.

He hit every spot as he curled his fingers inside me, making me see stars. His tongue circled my clit in tightly circles while his fingers pumped in and out of me rapidly. He could feel me getting closer, could hear the needy sounds escaping my lips. "Oh tom..." I whimpered, tugging at his braids tighter. "Keep going, holy shit it's so good!" I begged, "cum on my tongue baby.." he smirked.

He lifted his head just enough to speak against my sensitive flesh, his fingers still moving inside me. "Shit..you taste so fucking good..I could eat this pussy all day and night." His dirty talk only intensified as he went back down, sucking harder on my clit.

"Look at how wet you are for me..your pussy is soaking my fingers and tongue.." he groaned, lapping up my juices, "you love it when I fucking eat you..huh? Fucking slut.." he smirked and dove back in.

I rolled my eyes back, moaning his name over and over as if it was a prayer. Hearing my loud moans only spurred him on. He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he curled his fingers inside me to hit that spot over and over. The sight of me coming undone was driving him crazy with desire, "that's it baby..cum.." he growled.

"TOM!" I screamed, my pussy clamping viciously onto his fingers as my orgasm crashed down. "Jesus.." he muttered. He watched me fall apart, my back arching off the bed, my breasts bouncing slightly. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean.

As I sighed and laid back he chuckled darkly, "you think I'm done..? Done with this pretty pussy already?" He kicked off his own pants and boxers, his hard cock springing free. It bobbed as he crawled closer, leaning down and kissing my neck roughly, trailing open mouthed kisses. He bit and suck marks onto my skin as he positioned himself between my thighs.

He moved from my neck to my lips, kissing me passionately. Our lips moved against each others desperately, my hands resting on his face. I let out a shuddered gasp against his lips as he entered me.

He pushed into me slowly, his thick length stretching me wide. He groaned deeply, feeling my tightness envelop him. "God damn it..I love this pussy... so addicted.." he began to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. "Take it baby..take all of it.." he murmured against my lips.

We made out aggressively as his cock pounded in and out of me, he swallowed all of my moans, whispering dirty words against my lips. He kept kissing me fiercly, his tongue dominating me mouth as his hips snapped forward brutally.

"Such a good girl..taking my cock so well.." he gripped my hair tightly, angling my head to deepen the kiss further as he fucked me mercilessly. He migrated his lips back to my neck, leaving dark purple hickeys everywhere, claiming me as his.

His pace quickened at my loud moans. His cock jackhammered into me repeatedly, the bed shaking with each thrust. "Jesus.." he smirked against my neck, "you're so loud..do you have any idea how sexy you look getting railed?" his dirty talk only increased my moans.

He growled and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling my legs higher against his chest, changing the angle. He slammed into me even harder, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "Like that baby..? You like how fucking hard you're taking me..?" he smirked, kissing me roughly again.

I felt my orgasm build up quickly with how his tip kept hitting my cervix, his shaft continously rubbing against my g spot. He could tell I was getting close by how my pussy clenched around him urgently. He quickened the pace and slid his hand down in between our bodies to rub my clit. He rubbed it in tight, fast circles, "you're so close baby..so wet for me.." he groaned against my lips, hitting all the right spots.

After one last hard thrust my orgasm hit me like a train, I screamed out his name just like before and gasped, my legs trembling as my orgasm washed over me. Feeling my pussy clamp down on him like a vice, Tom lost control. He roared my name as he came hard inside me, his hot seed filling me. His body shook with the intensity of his release as he continued to grind against me, milking every drop.

"Fuck.." he collapsed beside me, both our chests heaving as we tried to calm down from the mind blowing orgasms we just had. "Jesus christ.." I sighed. He chuckled breathlessly, "yeah that was fucking intense.." he slowly pulled out.

He looked down at me, panting heavily. "You okay beautiful..?" he smiled softly, a kind of fondess I'd never seen from him. I nodded softly and rolled onto his chest, closing my eyes.

tags: @ballhair @bills-wife-1 @bkaulitzlover

tags: @billsdolliest @tomscumdoll @tomsfuckdoll

tags: @t0mkslut @emopriestgerard @starxbill

tags: @tokiohotelsbabydoll @gottaluvkiks

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boyfriend Tom Kaulitz’ reactions to you ovulating (NSFW AND SFW)

NOTE: this is a fill in for the blurb n shit im currently writing for an ask, ENJOY!!

NSFW

bf!tom who would most probably tease you when you’re ovulating by wearing no shirt around the house so his abs are on display for you to rub your thighs together

bf!tom who would move behind you by grabbing your waist, his crotch caressing against your backside as he squeezes behind you in the kitchen

bf!tom who puts his hand on your thigh when watching TV together on the couch, his hand slowly inching closer to your pulsing heat

bf!tom who slips his hand into the waistband of your shorts, fingers slowly making their way into your panties

bf!tom who rubs your clit in teasingly slow circles because he knows you’re ovulating, leaning over to whisper sweet nothings into your ear

“You’re so good, liebe..”

“‘Love when you’re ovulating..”

bf!tom who then pulls his hand out of your shorts and panties and gets up to walk away. But instead ends up fucking the shit out of you on the couch later.

SFW

bf!tom who gets worried when you groan and complain about it being “the month” and goes out to get you munchies because he remembers you’ve talked about this before with him and now he knows what to do and what to get you <33

bf!tom who comes back with chocolate, candy, your favourite chips, light drinks like a milkshake for you to snack on while having cramps. he didnt forget the pads and tampons, dont worry.

bf!tom who proceeds to cuddle you, whispering sweet things and talking about how he wants to have kids with you one day after you guys get married.

“How do you think that would look, huh, schatzi?”

“Us in our cozy house, picket fences perhaps? Maybe even a mansion if you please.”

“Our small mini me’s running around in the yard, getting hurt at times but always toughening up.”

bf!tom who wakes you up with breakfast in bed, probably something sweet like strawberries and chocolate with waffles or strawberry toast (really good trust), then cuddles with you once more while watching movies with you.

NOTE :: i actually rlly liked this..IM GETTING AN ASK DONE NOW, i just started writing

(taglist who?)

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SURPRISE…? - B.K.

˚₊‧⁺ ♱ contents: bill reuniting with w his ex gf, finding out she has a 3yo daughter now

˚₊‧⁺ ♱ female reader!

˚₊‧⁺ ♱ warnings: none!

˚₊‧⁺ ♱ length: 1,4k words

˚₊‧⁺ ♱ lowercase intended; proof read (but probably not properly😭 too tired, so i apologize if some things dont even make sense😞)

IT was obvious that bill has had multiple hookups in his life. he didnt try to keep it a secret really, the topic not being taboo for him as a rockstar.

the occasional not-so-serious relationship also tagged along, but none of them really lasted that long. but that was all after he met y/n.

back in 2007, when bill was looking for a designer to work with for his upcoming tour, he stumbled upon y/n. he instantly fell in love with her work. it was like love at first sight when he saw her designs. the creativity, the attention to all the tiny details, the way you could figure out what was going through her mind when creating the outfit. just simply a work of art. he adored it all.

so, after their first meeting, the two got to work, sketching his tour outfits. y/n immediately understood bill’s ideas, creating exactly what he wanted. she was magical.

bill didn’t mean to fall for her. that was never a part of his plan while designing tour fits. but when he watched her work, the way she put so much effort and work into his outfits. he knew it was her job, but he couldn’t help it.

throughout the process, the two just… clicked. as cliche it may sound, theres no better way to describe it. the more they worked together, the more they got to know each other. the pair even picked up each other’s small quirks and vocabulary you’d only notice if you really payed attention.

and they did.

after officially getting together, they spoiled each other rotten. whether it was clothes or matching jewelry, flowers and cards for birthdays and many other celebratory events, they always, always made sure the other feels loved. in every single way. and it worked. for a while at least.

they were genuinely the perfect picture couple in everyone’s eyes. their friends and families adored them together, secretly hoping they’ll be announcing an engagement in the near future.

but all that hope came crashing down when y/n and bill decided to break up in the early months of 2010.

they were going through a rough patch in their personal lives, both of their careers demanding so much from them — the stress and pressure ate them up alive without mercy. and it ate up their relationship too. so, they ended things, thinking it was for the better.

and in some ways it was. the two had time to heal and figure out their lives without hurting one another even more.

but bill never forgot about her. he just couldn’t. no one ever compared to her. she was everything to him. and when he suddenly didn’t have her in his life anymore, after she became a part of his everyday life for three years, it was weird. strange. unknown. something he didn’t even wanna learn to accept.

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it was now 2013, another three years since their breakup. neither of them tried contacting the other, too scared to make that move. to break the years of silence.

he tried not to think about her much anymore, trying to move on with his life, focusing on himself and his career. the band was doing well, he was doing decent. why ruin that?

never in a million years did he think he’d see her again in a supermarket. after all these years, in a fucking supermarket.

bill just put an item in his cart before he turned around, his heart practically stopping for a split second.

he’d recognize her anywhere.

she was standing there as beautiful as ever, shopping with a cart next to her. on the other side stood a little girl who looked no older than two, maybe three years old. her little brunette pigtails were tied back with colorful ribbons that blended into her hair.

she was wrapped around y/n’s leg, trying to get her attention. who was she to y/n?

the little girl’s soft, high pitched voice calling y/n ‘momma’ broke him out of his thoughts. did this little girl call the woman he used to love mom?

there was no way.

before he could even process the information, y/n turned around with a smile on her face as she looked at her daughter. her expression was so tender and so incredibly full of love, it made his stomach twist.

eventually, y/n averted her gaze, ready to continue shopping. but the familiar face she used to look at everyday for three whole years, was right in front of her, staring back at her once again.

the two just stood there for a while, staring at each other as the world around them faded away, leaving them in their own little bubble of shock and… memories.

thankfully, both of them were snapped out of the bubble by y/n’s little girl trying to get her mom’s attention. she immediately responded, slightly bending down to pick her up and set her on her hip comfortably.

but when she straightened back up, she saw bill coming their way. her heartbeat picked up its pace, the thumps louder and faster. the anxiety of meeting again manifested deep in her gut, the chills and shaky hands immediately coming in.

bill stopped right in front of them, his eyes flickering between y/n’s eyes, speechless for a second. she looked the same. maybe just a bit more mature than before.

he wasn’t used to this anymore. wasn’t used to seeing her. he didn’t know how to act now, what to say, what not to say. it was eating him up.

“hey.” he simply greeted her, his voice barely above a whisper.

y/n took a deep breath, adjusting her grip on her daughter. “hi.”

bill’s lips twitched as he tried to suppress a small smile. “long time no see.”

y/n just nodded, sending him a slightly awkward smile, unsure of what to do or say next. eventually, bill spoke up again. "how um… how have you been?”

“uh, i’ve been okay. you?”

“yeah, me too.” he breathed out, his nerves not leaving and probably won’t for a very long time.

an awkward silence fell upon them, burying them in an uncomfortable atmosphere. neither of them knew what to say, how to continue this conversation.

bill glanced at the child in y/n’s arms, noticing how she was looking up at him with big curious eyes that looked identical to y/n’s. he sent her a soft smile, leaning a bit closer to her. “hey, sweetheart. what’s your name?”

the girl hid her face in her mother’s shoulder, causing bill’s anxiety to spike up once more. did he do something wrong?

y/n let out a soft chuckle, brushing her daughter’s hair out of her face. “she’s a bit shy with new people.”

he immediately felt a wave of relief wash over him at her words. the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her daughter in any way.

she smiled at the little girl, gently running her fingers through her hair. "come on, angel. tell him your name." she asked her, her voice soft and gentle.

her daughter just shook her head, making the pair laugh softly at the display. y/n looked back up at bill as she began, "her name’s mia."

nodding, he dared to smile for the first time. "that’s a cute name."

he cleared his throat, unsure if he should ask the next question. though, he was too curious not to. “is she your daughter?”

she nodded, proudly smiling down at her. “yeah. my little angel.”

bill’s heart warmed at the way she spoke about her daughter, the love written all over her face, loud and clear. just like it used to when looking at him.

"it suits you."

"what?"

"being a mom." bill told her, a soft expression on his face, his gaze locked on just her.

y/n’s heart skipped a beat without her permission, affected by bill’s words. she didn’t want to feel this way, not anymore, but he still clearly had an affect on her. and she couldn’t decide if she loved or hated it.

she let a faint smile slip, her gaze also softening as she looked at the eyes she used to love. maybe deep down still does. "thank you."

bill nodded, returning the warm and faint smile. he might be stupid for feeling like this, but the rising hope in his chest would not leave, no matter how hard he tried to push it down or ignore it.

maybe he shouldn’t.

maybe he should just accept it and work with it. and maybe, just maybe, he could eventually have y/n back in his life again.

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sub bill x fem reader smut.... 🙊🧸

warnings :: top!fem reader, sloppy grinding, sub!bill kaulitz, overstimulation, reader on top of Bill, mentions of male gentalia & female genitalia with different wording

A/N :: thank you for requesting this, lovely!! I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it <33

Bill Kaulitz, your sub, perfect boyfriend. Theres rumours on the internet that he’s obviously the top in the relationship, but of course..He’s not, he goes weak in the knees and almost buckles at the thought of you dominating him. Jerking him off, blowing him, perhaps even riding him til his dick is sore, til he cant think or move a muscle then cuddle with him tenderly afterwards.

He’s sat on the couch backstage in the bands hotel room, chatting happily with Gustav or Georg while having occasional sibling banter with Tom. You spot him as you walk in, everyone looks at you, their gazes roaming over your facial expression to gauge what happened while you were out there. But one specific gaze roams over your body, as always, thats Bills.

He stands, walking over to you, his hands going to your cheeks to cup your face. “Are you okay, liebe?” He murmurs, as if he hadn’t just checked out your body after you walked in. You just stare up at him, your eyes wanting something deeper, more intimate. And he knows it.

With a soft sigh, he nods, knowing he cant back out from those beautiful eyes he loves looking into. You make him feel secure and safe, what can he say?

You noticed him ogling you like a slab of meat. Now you’ve got him six rounds in, whimpering, eyes glossy and half-lidded, lips trembling with every whimper or moan he releases from his pretty face, hands desperately trying to grab at any part of your body to steady you. But you just keep grinding your wet heat against his cock, showing no mercy to him or his sensitive member, all he can do is cry out whines of ‘p-please!~ ‘ha-d enuf!~’ and what do you do? Keep moving your hips, because you’re such a caring and loving girlfriend. You wouldn’t want your poor boy to be neglected of sex, right?

“Jus’ one more f’me, baby,” you murmur, gently rubbing a hand over the overstimulated mans cheek, he just stares up at you with glassy eyes, eyelids fluttering, threatening to close from the pleasure. You keep grinding your soaked slit on his limp, red and creamy tip. “li-iebe- cant!- no moree!-” even with his pleading, you kept going until his hips sputtered, indicating his last release he can give you.

And with that, his hips lifted off the mattress, trembling with overstimulation and pleasure, he soon goes limp under your body, soft pants coming from his mouth. You smile a little, leaning over him to grab a towel off the nightstand, cleaning him and yourself up, careful not to cause anymore stimulation to Bill’s cock as you do so. Then you two just end up cuddling, limp Bill beneath you and a satisfied you.

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| +18 Bill Kaulitz Headcanons. ˖ ࣪⊹ 𓂂

𖥟 He'll submit to you, but not completely, no - he still makes sure he doesn't lose all of his control, he'd never really admit that he enjoys it anyways. But you know he does, by the way his cheeks flush when you make him do anything.

𖥟 Bill likes it better when you're on top, riding him. Perfectly paint nails digging into your skin when you move on his dick and it feels a bit too good.

𖥟 He's loud, no matter where you two are or if you ask him to be quiet, he just can't keep those beautiful whimpers in you like so much.

𖥟 I bet he'd send you pictures whenever you told him you were needy and weren't close to each other, just to tease you more. "You like that? wish I could come over right now."

𖥟 He loves when you play with him in any way, whether that means not allowing him to come or tying him up, just so he can beg to you; he finds that enticing.

𖥟 He's obsessed with eating you out, even after you're done & a mess, completely soaked - he'd hold both of your hands, just so you can't push him away from between your legs. He's only done when he's satisfied.

𖥟 He's got a hell of a stamina, he can take multiple rounds without the need of a break. "Should we?" He'd say in between heavy breaths and a grin on his lips.

𖥟 Bill loves to see how you get off, and if he's doing it at the same time, even better; he'd usually stroke his cock while he's eyeing you up and down, "Look at me, this is all yours."

𖥟 Oh he adores kissing you, it feels like he can't go a moment without it, his tongue deep into your mouth whenever he's got the chance.

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daddy’s girl

dbsf tom kaulitz x fem! reader

cw;; +18 content, minors dni!!, age gap (14 years), present tom kaulitz, teasing, lots of tension, semi-public sex (bathroom stall), oral sex (tom receiving), alcohol, cursing, heavy petting, degradation (t calls r brat), daddy kink, begging, tom being an asshole, pet names (angel, baby, doll), dirty talking, praising (good girl), make out sessions, tit play, nipple sucking, breeding kink, tom being hunggggg, reader being a freak, perv tom (he steals your panties), piv sex, unprotected sex (guys wrap it up), multiple orgasms, choking, tom and reader being freaks!!

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you know you shouldn’t be doing this. he’s your father’s best friend for fucks sake! but he’s just so fucking hot…

his lips are soft. addictive. his tongue skillful as it invaded your mouth. you can taste the rum off his lips, and you’re pretty sure he can taste the vodka off of yours. you two are breathing each other in, desperately, as if you had been waiting for this for years.

maybe you had. ‘cause tom kaulitz had been your crush since you found out the meaning of that word.

6' 2¼" inches. long wavy brown hair. deep brown eyes. and a beard that, strangely enough, only makes him seem more sexy in your eyes, mature, untouchable.

14 years. it’s the difference in age between you two. (yes, your father fucked around and found out sooner than later, but in his words, you made his life better. well you were about to give him a heart attack.)

you moan as his strong hands find your hips, your own into his waves, tugging, making him groan. he pulls away and curses, and your cunt gushes. ‘cause his voice is deeper, huskier. there’s sex dripping from his words.

“we should not be doing this.” he says as you kiss his neck.

“doesn’t that make it better?” you tease and his hands find your ass, squeezing.

“fucking brat.” he grits and you chuckle, sucking a bruise on his neck. the bathroom stall you two had stumbled into is cramped, but who cares? you are finally touching him, and he’s touching you. “how do you think your father would feel when he finds out his little girl is letting herself get fucked by his best friend, huh?” you moan at the thought and he curses, his eyes closing as if he were trying to take the reigns of the last little bit of restraint he conserves. “how will he feel when he finds out her daughter calls his best friend daddy too?” his smirk is dangerous, his voice rough against your ear, and your thighs clench, your lower stomach burning.

“please…” you beg, your hips thrusting against him, trying to get any relief; his touch.

he chuckles. “please what?”

“touch me.”

“that’s not how we ask for things, do we?” you whimper as his lips find your jaw.

“please daddy, touch my pussy.” you beg and he bites on the edge of it.

“good girl.” you moan, and hang onto him as his hands leave your ass and tug up onto your denim skirt, showing off your drenched pink lace thong. “fuuuuck angel.” his fingers skim over the wet patch and your head impacts against the stall in delight, your twitching and swollen clit finally getting some of that needed attention. “so wet… all this for me?” you nod and he chuckles. “someone’s been thinking about this, huh? tell me. for how long have you wanted me to fuck this soppy pussy open, huh?” you whine something like “a long time”, although your words are a mess, since you’re malfunctioning at the little circles he draws against your bundle of nerves. “ ‘a long time’? dirty girl… daddy’s dirty girl, huh?” you nod, and a low moan leaves your throat as he pushes the lace aside and his fingers dip on your soaking folds. “jesus…”

your mouth falls open in pants, and tom takes the opportunity to push his tongue back inside, kissing you deeply. it’s messy. needy. his spit is dripping down your lips and jaw as he slaps your pussy, making you whine, before two of his thick fingers break your entrance open. your eyes widen and you scream. he chuckles.

“if this is too much for you i’d like to see you try and take my cock, baby.” he starts opening you up, harshly, desperately, just how you want it, how you need it. you’re so wet slick sounds of his thrusts can be heard by the two of you, turning you on even more. “so beautiful… so. fucking. tight.” he grits with every pounding of his fingers. you can’t stop moaning, your manicured nails digging on his shoulders as your back arches, his free hand pushes down your tank top and bra, making your perfect tits spill out. “fucking perfect tits.” he groans, before his lips are latching onto one of your nipples and you see stars.

“daddy…” you moan, your hands fighting to get rid of the buckle of his belt. “please.” you whisper and he groans.

“so goddamn needy. you need my cock that bad?” you nod, desperately. “beg a little bit more. convince me that you deserve it.” you whine but comply.

“please, please i need it. i’ve needed it so bad. every time i’d touch myself, every time i’d let someone fuck me i’d close my eyes and think of you. i’d beg for your cum. for you to breed me. please… please tom.” he moans and you gasp as his fingers slip out of you.

“fucking pathetic, aren’t you?” but he gives in, his hands helping you get rid of his jeans, pushing them along with his calvin klein boxers down, low enough that they sit below his balls. your eyes widen at the sight of the length of his cock. so the rumors were true, huh? he takes your chin, making you look into his eyes. “hey. we don’t have to do it, we can-“

“no!” you almost scream. “i want it. please tom. i’ll take it, i promise.” you beg and he moans at the feeling of your hand around his girth. “it’s just… so fucking big…” he stares as you get onto your knees, fucking dirty stalls be damned.

“jesus christ.” he swears as you bury your nose against him, taking in the musky scent.

“smells so good…” you purr, and his fingers lace into your hair.

“yeah?” you nod and he hisses as your tongue cleans up the beads of pre that scape his slit. “shit.” his head falls back, and you hum around him, lost in the taste. you wanted more. needed more. tom almost chokes when you suddenly sink him down your throat. of course, it doesn’t fit, 9,4 inches of cock is a feat, but your hand grasps what your throat can’t take. “angel…” he sighs as you suck him in earnest. his breathing becomes ragged. your throat is warm and your gagging squeezes his cock in a way that makes his balls tighten. you’re messy with it. desperate. licking at the veins that decorate the shaft, kissing at his flushed tip. “scheiße…” a faint smirk pulls at your lips at the slip of german, and he tugs at your hair, making you moan and pop off his cock. you pout up at him, lips swollen, slick in pre and your spit. “get up here. need to fuck your pretty cunt open. you wanted my cum inside your womb, right? don’t make me fill your throat up, doll.” you’re quick to get back onto your feet, tugging down your thong which gets stolen by tom. you giggle as he pushes it in the back of his pocket and presses a peck onto your lips. “a little souvenir, mh?” you roll your eyes at his teasing, but soon your eyes are rolling to the back of your head for a whole another reason. perfectly slicked by your head, his tip notches against your entrance, and your breath hitched as with a swift he pushes it inside. “fuuuuuck. you’re so tight.” he groans, grabbing one of your thighs and hooking it around his hips. you moan, the sting of the stretch so welcomed… “needa’ relax for me, angel.”

“can’t…” you stutter. “it’s so big… you’re breaking me in half.” he groans at your words and pushes in deeper, what makes you scream. you cling onto him. “more, more please… i want it all…”

you’re so focused on the feeling of fullness that you have no time to acknowledge the slight pain that comes with his thrust. not like you’d make him stop, not when you were finally getting what you’ve been dreaming about for years.

“you want it all? can this pretty pussy if yours take it, mh?” you nod desperately. “then take it.” he grunts, and your jaw falls slack when, in a harsh and quick thrust, his cock plunges itself right into your cervix. you scream his name and he clicks his tongue. “that’s not what you call me now, is it?” you whimper a pitiful ‘daddy’ and he smirks. “atta girl.”

after that, his thrusts take up on rhythm, moans and whimpers spill from your lips. you’re so cock drunk you aren’t able to remember that anyone could come into the toilets and hear you getting basically railed.

tom grunts, hands harshly gripping onto your hips to slam against you harder and deeper with every new thrust. “pussy so tight and wet… best i’ve ever had. she’s gripping me so good… milking me like she doesn’t want me to leave, huh. jesus look at her. she’s soaking me.” he chuckles as his eyes met the white ring coating his base.

“tom… fuck… daddy…!” you whine, and he shushes you.

“gotta calm down baby, or do you want the rest of the bar to hear you getting dicked down by your father’s best friend, huh?” you aren’t listening, too lost on the feeling or his tip bruising your cervix. he clicks his tongue. “guess i’ll have to help you quiet down, huh?” your mouth falls in a chocked out scream as one of his hands wraps around your neck, effectively quieting you. “thaaaat’s it, just what my girl needed, huh? look at you, so pretty taking my cock with my hand around your neck…” he grunts, and the slapping of skin against skin, of his balls against your ass becomes faster.

you’re tightening up. he knows you won’t last. and by the way you’re basically milking the cum out of his cock, he won’t either.

your moans are quieter, yet still present, unfinished since every new harsh thrust cuts the other up with a new one. “tom… i’m gonna… fuck… i’m gonna cum…” you manage to say and he moans.

“yeah? you gonna cum for me angel? gonna cum around my cock?” you nod, desperately, walls clenching. “go ahead baby, show me. make a mess out of me.” your eyes roll, ‘cause how can you deny him?

you fall apart with the word ‘daddy’, leaving your lips over and over again. and tom shouldn’t like it that much. but seeing such a pretty mess like you cumming for him and calling him that makes him unravel.

“fuck.” his hips stagger, his rhythm loses constance, and through the fog in your brain, you recognize the signs. “i’m gonna…”

“inside. inside please. want you to cum inside.” you beg, tears swelling up on your lidded eyes.

“inside baby? want me to fill you up? knock you up?” you nod with a desperate whimper.

“yes yes, please. breed me. breed me, daddy.” he groans and takes your hips with both his hands to make sure he bottoms out with every one of his last thrusts, his eyes fixated on how a bulge forms on your lower stomach; the imprint of his cock fucking up your insides.

“want it, baby? want my cum on your little womb?” you nod, begging, pleading, crying for it. and how could he deny you? “then take it baby, every. last. fucking. drop.” he groans, and you can’t help but cum again as you feel his cum paint your walls and cervix.

the two of your pant as the aftershocks travel through your bodies, slowly coming down from the high. he kisses you, softly, as if after basically breaking you in half he were scared that by a mere kiss you’d crack and splinter into a million pieces.

“you okay, angel?” he checks, his thumb gently pushing away pleasure tears that stain your cheeks. you nod, dizzy, completely drained and satisfied. “okay. i’m gonna pull out, alright?” and with a nod from you, his cock slips out, drops of cum staining the already nasty floor of the stall. “so good baby, you took me so good…” he praises you.

and maybe, or maybe not, you went back to his apartment with his cum dripping down your thighs and your thong showing in the back pocket of his pants.

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EYES ON ME BABY || B.K

an:: hey guys!! it’s been so long since I’ve written something, ik i said i was gonna write when i felt in a better place but i js went ghost on you all for monthsssss! i decided to find some time to write something, especially since ive seen how the fandom has died..

warnings: slight choking, spitting, pet names, crying, slapping, slighttt breeding kink(ur on the pill tho), degrading , dom! bill x fem! reader, bill lowk being a big ole meanie</3 can be seen as any bill era, js not when he was a minor!!

NAWTTTT proof read at all!!

wc: 528

“don’t u js love it when i fill you up like this, huh baby?” bill moaned, pressing down on ur stomach as he thrusted his hips. he grabbed ur legs and pushed them further open, watching how he thrusted in and out of ur poor puffy pussy.

“s’ too much billy! s-slow down!” you moaned in between broken cries, ur eyes watering and a few dried up tears can be seen on ur face still. you just didn’t know how much ur poor pussy could take anymore, after three orgasm’s, you felt so overstimulated. but he couldn’t stop, not now.

“aw but i thought u could take it huh? always beggin’ for me to fuck ya, and now when i do u can’t take it?” bill chuckled, slapping ur pussy as he picked up his pace. the only thing that could be heard was ur broken moans and skin slapping. “look how loud she is for me…” bill groaned, grinding his hips into you and pushing his cock deeper inside of you.

“gonna fill you up with all my babies, you’d like that wouldn’t u? walking around with ur pussy stuffed with my fuckin’ babies.” bill smirked, his forehead full of sweat. his makeup was already messed up, the sweat of his forehead made everything all runny.

“please bill, please make me cum!!” you moaned, gripping onto the sheets as he pounded into ur pussy at a steady and fast pace. he spat on ur pussy and pulled his cock out, rubbing it all over and mixing ur juices with his spit. he thrusted back in, rocking his hips slowly before picking up the pace again.

“such a sweetheart when people see you but they don’t know how much of a slut you are hm?” bill grunted, grinding his hips into the deep depths of ur pussy. he wrapped his arms around ur neck, slightly gripping as he looked at ur beautiful ruined face.

“look how fuckin’ ruined i got ya princess, no one else can fuck you like how i do.” bill moaned, throwing his head back. “bill, i’m about to cum!” you whined, your legs slightly shaking as he continued to fuck ur puffy pussy.

“already giving me another orgasm baby? cmon, show me how good i make you feel.” bill moaned, his ego flying out of the roof right now while he fucked ur poor pussy that was squeezing him. “look at me while you cum. show me how i make you feel baby, let the whole world know.” bill grunted, thrusting against you while your legs shook.

you moaned loudly, keeping eye contact with him while he had his black manicured nails around your neck. “cumming!!” you whined, clenching down on him so hard. “me too baby, fuck!” bill moaned, looking into your eyes as you both came at the same time, ur disgusting juices mixing together.

bill’s cock twitched as he came inside of you, ur cum mixing with his. he thrusted in a couple of more times before pulling out, out of breath. you both laid for a bit catching ur breath before bill looked at you.

“let’s clean you up baby.”

written by tokichiio.

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in your arms...

Georg Listing x m!reader

Summary: late night cuddling with georg:3

Genre: fluff, hint of smut at the end

Warnings: none i hope, other then mentions of sex that's it i think

A/N: this was requested oh so long ago, and i accidentally deleted the request:( so sorry to the anon that requested this💔💔

It was late at night, and you just couldn’t sleep. Earlier you had made yourself some tea and tried to take a nap, but it didn't work. Attempted meditating and then tried to take another nap, also didn’t work. And now you were in bed, with your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you, whilst you laid awake. You were starting to become frustrated, knowing if you didn’t get any sleep, you were going to be awfully tired in the morning.

You tossed and turned for 5 minutes before rolling on your back, annoyed. Then you felt arms wrap around you. It startles you for a second, but when they pulled you close and spooned you, you realised it was just Georg.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice soft and raspy. You nodded. “Did I wake you up?” you asked, guilty if you had accidentally pulled him out of his sleep just because you couldn’t. “Yes,” He answered honestly; “but it’s okay.”

You still felt guilty for waking him up, but you nodded in reassurance. You moved your arms to wrap them around Georg, reaching one hand up to run it through his gorgeous, long hair.

He smiled softly down at you, and you softly smiled back. He leaned down to kiss you, softly placing his lips onto yours. You kissed him back in the same manner, wrapping your arms around his neck whilst he wrapped his large ones around your waist.

Then suddenly, you were under him. He kissed you again, but just more roughly. And again, you kissed him in the same manner. The kiss didn’t last for long though as he pulled away to whisper in your ear;

“I know one way to make you tired.”

Well you for sure weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

WERE BACK AYEEEEE btw requests are open again;3

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⪩⪨︎ Always an angel never a God🪽𖥨᩠ׄ݁