#bill kaulitz x reader

[runn1ngthruth3m0ns00n]

„Do you like Paris?“

*lip smack*

„Yah😌“

[princesskaulitz]

New Boy (Part Four)

✮ bill is the cute new boy at your school and is being a big help in you finding self love

✮ 2008 bill kaulitz, fem! reader, there's a tiny bit of smut! in this part. TW?: super toxic friends, mentions of low self esteem.

✮A/N: LAST PART GUYS! it makes me so happy to see much yall enjoyed this story. here are the links to the first 3 parts for those who haven't seen them yet.

part one | part two | part three

( video from testiclehunter69 on tiktok )

you were doing so well.

a good day. a good laugh. a cute moment.

but of course, melina had to ruin it.

she couldn’t let you have peace for even one day.

and now everyone’s whispering about something you didn’t even do.

you clench your fists.

if they want drama, maybe it’s time they get it.

you can’t think.

your blood is pounding so loud in your ears it drowns out the murmurs, the giggles, even bill’s voice trying to call your name.

and then—

someone walks past, holding a glass of soda, laughing at something you know is about you.

without even thinking, you reach out. you grab the glass right from their hand and start moving. fast.

heads turn. conversations stop.

your shoes slap the floor like gunshots in the silence.

melina doesn’t flinch.

she sees you coming, arms folded, lips curled in the tiniest smirk. like she’s been waiting.

you don’t care. your grip tightens on the glass.

but right before you reach her, she leans in and says softly,

“are you sure you want to do that?”

her tone is sickly sweet. like syrup over venom.

“get sent home early? get expelled from our school? all over a rumor that, let’s be real, kind of sounds true anyway? i mean why did you have both the twins in your room anyways?”

your body locks up.

your hand trembles around the glass. your knuckles are white.

you stare at her. she doesn’t blink.

for a second, you want to do it anyway. let it shatter against her smug little face.

but you don’t.

instead, you toss the glass into a nearby trash bin so hard it clinks loudly against the metal sides.

“psycho” melina comments.

then you storm out. you don’t care who watches. you don’t care who whispers. you just need air.

you storm outside, the night air hitting your face like a slap. you start pacing, fists clenched, your chest tight with fury. you were so angry you could cry.

you wanted to scream. break something. tear melina apart with your bare hands.

your appetite was gone, replaced by a gnawing heat in your throat.

“y/n.”

the sound of your name cuts through the noise in your head.

you whip around to see bill standing there.

“i hate her,” you hiss. “i fucking hate her.”

your voice cracks with the weight of it all. “she’s vile. she’s always been vile and manipulative and now she’s got the whole school looking at me like—like i’m some kind of easy slut.”

you start pacing again, your breaths short. “and the worst part is that it’s not even true, and it doesn’t matter because no one cares about the truth! they just eat it up!”

bill lets you vent, lets the fire burn through your words. but when you pause, he speaks, calm but solid.

“well yeah it’s not true,” he says. “i know that. tom knows that. you know that.” he steps closer. “anyone who actually matters knows it.”

you open your mouth to argue, to say that’s not the point, but he keeps going.

“you think people who believe melina over you are worth your time? they’re not. they never were.” his voice is steady, but there’s a quiet force behind it. “you don’t have to waste your energy on proving yourself to people who already made up their minds.”

you look at him, your anger softening just slightly under his gaze.

“she’s not going to win,” he says. “not if you stop letting her get under your skin.”

you swallow hard, your lip trembling. “but it feels like she already did.”

“then take the win back.” his voice is lower now, more personal. “by not letting her change who you are.”

your expression is unreadable, eyes locked on some distant point. “bold of her to pull something like that when i know some of the sluttiest shit she’s ever done,” you mutter, voice low and bitter.

bill’s jaw tightens. “yeah, but that doesn’t matter—because you’re not going to tell anyone.”

he pauses when you don’t respond, watching the way your eyes avoid his. “…right?”

still nothing. you won’t look at him.

bill steps forward and gently grabs your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “right, y/n?”

you pull your head back. “why not? why should i be the better person?” your voice is sharp, almost breaking. “she ruins people for fun. i’m so tired of people like her doing the things they do and getting away with it! aren’t you too?! maybe this time, someone should ruin her.”

“don’t do this,” bill says, voice firm. “not after you finally took your power back. did you hear anything i just said?” he steps closer, brow drawn. “you’re not her. you’re not on her level. this is exactly what she wants—to get under your skin, to piss you off, to make you want revenge. she wants to prove she still has control over you and your emotions. that she can drag you down with her.”

you look at him, your brow furrowing, still unreadable.

“oh, come on,” you snap, “look at tom. he pulls revenge crap all the time and you think it’s hilarious. you’re being a hypocrite.”

bill’s expression shifts, irritation flashing in his eyes—but there’s something deeper under it. “who says i don’t regret that? that this situation isn’t a mirror to me?” he shoots back. “you think i’m proud of the stuff we’ve done? maybe that’s exactly why i’m saying this now—because i know what it feels like to let someone twist you into something you’re not.”

you sigh—not out of annoyance, but like it’s the only thing keeping your chest from caving in.

bill’s tone softens, just slightly. “but this isn’t about tom. or me. it’s your choice now.” he looks at you, steady and honest. “you’re standing at a crossroads, y/n. and yeah, you are better than her, you’re a better person than her and that’s all you need… not revenge, not to stoop down like that. but if you stop believing that—if you do stoop to her level—you become her.”

he pauses for a beat before the final words come out, quieter than before. “..i can’t be friends with someone like that. i’ve lived that story already, those people have already hurt me, made me act like them. i left that part of my life behind for a reason. and if you go down that road… i’ll leave you behind too.”

you stare at him, his words echoing louder than the voices in your own head.

your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out. your heart is racing, not just from anger anymore—but from the weight of what he just said. from the fact that he means it.

you blink a few times, and when you finally speak, your voice is smaller than you expected. “you’d really walk away from me?”

bill doesn’t flinch. “if you stopped being you? yeah.”

there’s a beat of silence, a bitter one.

you cross your arms, trying to hold yourself together even though your insides feel like they’re unraveling.

“it’s just…” you start, your voice cracking for a second. “i didn’t ask for any of this. i didn’t do anything. all i did was stand up to her. i was just trying to enjoy this trip for once and then she—”

you stop yourself, jaw clenching.

bill steps a little closer, softer now.

“i know. and i’m not saying don’t feel hurt. or pissed. i know it’s hard not to want to gouge her eyes out, believe me i know… just don’t let her turn you into someone she’d be proud of.”

your eyes drop to the ground. your fists unclench.

a breeze moves past you both, but it’s the tension breaking that really makes you shiver.

“…fine,” you say after a long pause, swallowing hard. “i won’t say anything.”

he nods once, like he knew you’d get there, but he still watches you carefully.

“good,” he murmurs. “because the real you? the one who cares too much and overthinks everything and has a way of making people feel like they’re not alone—that’s the version of you that deserves to win.”

you glance up at him, your eyes searching his like maybe for once, you’re starting to believe that too.

you’re quiet for a long moment, staring off at nothing, your arms still crossed tightly over your chest like you’re holding yourself together.

bill lets out a breath, his expression softening. “come on,” he says gently. “let’s just go back to the hotel.”

you blink at him, surprised by the calm in his voice. he nods toward the path.

“we’ll order food or something. doesn’t have to be a big deal. just you and me. no drama. no melina. just... peace.”

you swallow hard, the lump in your throat finally starting to ease. the idea of quiet, of not having to keep your guard up for a few hours, is almost too tempting.

“okay,” you say quietly, the fight finally draining from your voice.

he gives you the tiniest smirk.

you’re smiling now. just barely.

he starts walking, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to catch up.

and you do.

the hotel room feels quieter than it did earlier. the lights are dim, the window slightly cracked open to let in the cool night air. the tv plays something low and forgettable in the background, more of a comfort noise than anything you’re actually watching.

you and bill sit on opposite ends of the bed, sharing some room service fries from a paper container. he has his comfier clothes on now.

you’re not really talking, but the silence feels safe this time. easy.

“this is nice,” you murmur, almost without meaning to.

he glances over, lips curving. “told you.”

you nod slowly. “thanks… for earlier.”

bill leans back against the headboard, propping a pillow behind him. “i meant it, y’know. i wouldn’t stick around for someone who reminded me of my past.”

you glance at him, heartbeat a little louder. “so what do i remind you of, then?”

his gaze lingers on you, longer than it should, something unspoken passing between you.

“something better,” he says quietly.

your heart skips. you glance away, cheeks warming under the weight of his stare.

neither of you moves at first. it’s almost like the moment is holding its breath.

then somehow—whether it’s you or him, you don’t even know—you find yourselves closer, the space between you shrinking without a word. the tension hums low and steady, not sharp, not rushed… just waiting. he watches you like he’s giving you a chance to pull away. but you don’t.

he lifts a hand, brushing his thumb along the curve of your jaw so softly it sends a shiver down your spine. and when he finally kisses you, it’s slow. like he’s memorizing you. the second kiss is deeper. hungrier. like this is the only thing that’s been on his mind.

your hand finds his shirt, gripping it gently as you shift onto your knees, kissing him back harder now. he lets out a soft sound against your lips, one that makes your stomach flip, and he pulls you fully into his lap.

things escalate naturally. his touch grows more intentional, your body molding to his, kisses breaking only for air and the occasional whisper of each other’s names.

the world outside fades—melina, the whispers, the rumors. it’s just this. just him. just you and the bulge you can feel growing against you through his pants that makes you start to feel a bit nervous.

you didn’t even realize it but you started to grind against him, stopping yourself once you became self aware.

he lets out a low, frustrated groan, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, like he’s annoyed at the sudden loss of you. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp, guiding you to move against him again.

he pulls back from your kiss, his breath brushing against your lips, his mouth already a little swollen from how hard you’d been kissing. his eyes flicker over your face, dark and heavy with want, the kind of look that sends shivers down your spine and makes your whole body heat up — the kind that says there’s no going back now.

“oh God…” you breathe, the words barely a whisper as you find yourself locked in his gaze, unable to look away, like he’s got you under some kind of spell.

he nudges you down with the press of his body, a quiet command in the way his hands guide your hips, your back meeting the bed with a soft thud, his lips never far from yours.

he leans down, capturing your mouth in another kiss—deeper this time, hungrier, stealing the breath straight from your lungs. but even with the heat building between you, there’s a steadiness to him, like he’s determined to savor every second, to make you feel every slow, deliberate moment he gives you.

his hand trails down your waist to your thigh, rubbing the soft flesh before squeezing it gently, then you feel it trail back up, but into your skirt, finding your panties and tracing them gently, sending all kinds of butterflies fluttering through your stomach.

he guides a finger down your center through the silky fabric, making you gasp and tense up, grabbing his wrist on instinct– it was obvious to him now that you’ve probably never done anything like this before.

you immediately blush and let go of his wrist, hoping you didn’t just ruin the moment.

he doesn’t judge, just breathes out a quiet chuckle. “you’re a virgin aren’t you?”

“yes.” you answer, your voice small and bashful.

“mmm… are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, not wanting to delve into anything that you’re not too sure about yet.

“i am,” you blurt out, a little too quickly. your cheeks warm as you repeat, softer this time, “i am…”

he smiles. “you’re going to have to relax then,” he says in that sweet soft voice of his, gently pulling your underwear down your legs, “don’t be so tense.”

his mouth finds its way between your thighs, like he already knows the perfect way to coax you into this new kind of pleasure.

the moment you feel his tongue, your back arches instinctively, a sharp gasp escaping you before it melts into a high, breathy moan, your fingers tangle tightly in his hair, anchoring yourself to him.

the rest of the night felt like something out of a dream—by far the best night of your life. bill was so careful with you, so deliberate with every touch, every kiss, like he was memorizing you, savoring every second. he moved slowly, attentively, as if you were something precious, something he didn't dare to rush.

he made you feel things you hadn’t even known were possible—pleasure so intense it left you breathless, emotions so overwhelming they left your heart aching in the best way. it wasn’t just the physical part, though that alone had your head spinning—it was the way he looked at you, the way he touched you like you were the only thing that mattered.

and you knew, without a doubt, that you wouldn’t have wanted your first time to be with anyone else. it was him. it had always been him and you didn’t even know.

the next morning, you and bill barely made it to the buses heading back to town. after everything that had happened between you the night before — all the whispered confessions, the tangled sheets, the slow burning love making — setting an alarm clock had been the last thing on either of your minds.

you grabbed whatever clothes you could find — mostly his — and shoved your things into your bags in a frantic, clumsy rush, both of you laughing sleepily as you stumbled down to the lobby.

as the teachers did head counts, you could feel the familiar sensation of eyes on you, the low hum of whispered rumors still clinging to the air.

but this time, it didn’t sink its claws into you.

this time, it didn't matter.

you stood a little taller, shoulders looser, an invisible armor around you. they could say what they wanted. you knew the truth — melina was the real loser, a girl so hollow she had to carve into other people just to feel something. and the ones still whispering, still pointing — they were sad too, wasting their breath and their lives on someone else's story instead of living their own.

for the first time in a long time, you felt free.

you were finally finding yourself — someone with a good heart, a sharp mind, someone who didn't need anyone’s permission to exist. someone who didn't need validation to breathe.

and sure, you still had growing to do, still had pieces of yourself to uncover — but the best part?

you weren't doing it alone.

you had someone beside you now, someone who looked at you like you were made of stars, someone who reminded you — even in a weak moment where you almost fall — that you were already enough.

and the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous?

well… that didn’t hurt either.

you loaded onto the bus, settling into a seat next to bill, lazily scribbling sweet nothings into the notebook he had lended you, for him to see later. it felt peaceful, easy — like the world had finally stopped spinning so fast.

you were mid-doodle when you caught something out of the corner of your eye — a large fountain drink flying across the aisle, soaring through the air like it had a mission.

it landed squarely in melina’s lap.

bright red kool-aid exploded across her pure white sundress.

the bus fell into a stunned silence — just for a second — before melina’s furious shriek split the air.

“TOM KAULITZ!”

you glanced up at bill, who was already looking at you, both of you trying (and failing) to stifle your laughter as the bus erupted into chaos.

tom, slouched a few rows ahead, wore the world’s most shameless grin.

you shook your head fondly.

he still had a lot of growing up to do...

THE END

(lmao imagine if tom and melina ended up together in the future 💀 sequel coming soon???)

tags: @billsbabydollie @lulusafreak @tokiohotelsbabydoll @monasreligion @ocean-mochi @shinyrhinestones

[billsbabydoll]

I NEED CLINGY BILL

♥︎-> he needs to be touching you at ALL times. whether it’s his hand on your thigh, his arm wrapped around you, or even simply his finger slightly touching yours.

♥︎-> he looovvves texting and calling you! after ending a call he���d text you “i miss you already >:( ”, or when he can’t necessarily talk at the moment he makes it up to you later by spam call/texting you.

♥︎-> if you two haven’t seen each other in a while, he literally tackles you; he runs up to you and immediately hugs you and tells how much he missed you, showering you in a billion kisses.

♥︎-> while in public, he makes sure you never leave his sight; he holds your hand like his life depends on it, he makes up any kind of excuse not to let it go.

♥︎-> during interviews when you are mentioned and brought up, he can’t help but perk up and laugh. especially if they put pictures of you and him on the screen, he just smiles and tries to hide the obvious blush on his cheeks.

<-♡︎ you thought he couldn’t keep his hands off you in public? during sex it’s 100 times worse; his hands are all over you, touching every single inch of your flesh. there’s not a moment where he’s not either playing with your tits or toying your clit.

<-♡︎ when he’s away, he’ll usually send you texts along the lines of; “i need you so badly babe.” “i’ll get you on the next flight out tonight, i’d do anything to fuck you right now.”

<-♡︎ eye contact. eye contact. eye contact. he quite literally stares into your soul as he slides in and out of your pussy, he likes watching the way your face distorts into expressions of pleasure.

<-♡︎ you two have the sloppiest makeout sessions ever, especially after you pick him up from the airport. i can already imagine the two of you in the back seat of the limousine, just eating each others face off as the driver drives you both back to bills house.

<-♡︎ his clinginess also tends to turn into possessiveness, he hates seeing other guys make passes at you or try to be ‘slick’ with you. if he gets really pissed off, he does petty things like makeout with you in front of them (not that your complaining).

[torturedbrat]

I highly recommend for y'all to come up with your own posts and fics. I promise it's way better to get feedback about something when you do it yourself :)

Long story short, stop copying me or you will be blocked! 𝜗ৎ

[20doozers]

★Wet dream★

TW: handjob, whining, whimpering, getting caught masturbating, slight somnophilia, sleepover with bill, dry orgasm, “milking” bill, bath as aftercare, overstimulation, fwb/just friends trope, use of y/n, use of sweetheart, baby, etc.

You were at bill’s place for a sleepover, his parents were out of town and his twin brother Tom was staying at a friends place, meaning you and bill had the house all to yourselves. Candy, movies, snacks, cuddles, etc. the night being filled with giggles and fun, the friendship bond between you two being the only focus of the night besides fun.

Eventually you two winded down, laying in bed and turning on a movie that bill was watching while you laid next to him, slowly falling asleep because you were tired. After you had fallen asleep bill was just admiring you, staring at your sleeping face as you slept peacefully. You were so beautiful. Those lips, those eyes, that skin… gosh, he just wanted to kiss you. But he couldn’t, you two were just friends, nothing more than that, or at least that’s what bill was telling himself.

When he was pulled out of his thoughts he looked down, seeing the tent in his pajama pants along with a small wet splotch of precum due to his lack of boxers beneath his pajamas. Fuck. He sat there silently, debating on whether he should go to the bathroom and quickly get rid of the problem.. but oh, you were so peaceful, and getting up would surely wake you.. He sighed, palming himself lightly through his pajama pants, biting his lips to muffle his moans and whimpers as he tried to quietly rub one out.

Yet that stimulation wasn’t enough, not to mention he was basically ruining his pajama pants. His cheeks were flushed pink and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he slowly pulled down his pajama pants just enough to pull out his cock, wrapping his pale fingers around his shaft, slowly pumping himself as he whined and moaned, his noises being muffled slightly as he bit his lip.

He was so close, his moans becoming more guttural as his head rolled back slightly, his moans becoming harder and harder to hold back as he jerked off, his hand and shaft slick with precum as he continued. Yet he was shocked when he felt your hand on his wrist, his movements halting immediately as his head shot in your direction.

You laid there almost half asleep as you pulled his hand away from his cock, wrapping your own hand around his member as you very slowly pumped him.

“Y/n… w- what are you doing..?” Bill whimpered, still trying to hold back his moans.

“You seemed like you could use some help, so I’m helping.” You hummed, acting like this behavior was normal as you jerked him off.

“H-hah.. y/nn.. please.. ‘s too much…” Bill whined, laid on his back as you pumped his cock in your hand, milking him with every amount of strength you had. He had came at least 3? 4? 5? You weren’t keeping count, and neither was he, hell he was unable to with how clouded his mind was. There were drips of drool of his chin, tears clouding his eyes, and his cock was covered in cum, so was your hand as you slowly drove him insane with the overstimulation.

“Shh.. you’re okay baby.. one more, just give me one more sweetheart..” you soothed, your hand nothing speeding up as you pumped his member faster and faster, brushing over the tip of his cock with your thumb.

Bill’s 6th and final orgasm came and went, washing over the poor boy as he let out small cries and moans of ‘ow’ and your name. You slowly worked him through his orgasm, softly shushing him as the afterglow of post nut clarity washed over him. His last orgasm had been completely dry, no cum following his orgasm from how many times he had came, his body now trembling as you got up to go get a washcloth and to clean him up.

“Are you okay sweetheart? Did I go to far?” You questioned soflty, his pale body mostly limp in your arms as he trembled, letting you gently lay him in the bathtub which was filled with warm water. He didn’t respond, just giving a small whimper as he shook his head, still overstimulated from the intensity of it all.

You gently kissed his forehead, combing your fingers through his sweat dampened hair as he lay there trembling in the warm bath water. You sat by his side the entire time, even helping him wash his hair and body due to his weakness before helping him out of the bath, draping a warm fluffy towel over him. You helped him dry off and change into some pajamas before helping him into bed as well.

You gently pulled his still trembling body against yours, shushing him quietly as you rubbed his back, his small whines and whimpers being muffled as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“You comfy baby?”

“Y-yeah… just a bit cold..” bill murmured, his body shivering as you kissed his head. You reached off to the side to turn on the heating blanket draped over his bed, turning it on so he could be warmer.

“That better?” You questioned softly, bill murmured a quiet ‘mhm’ before yawning, cuddling further into you as you two laid there.

Maybe you two were more than “just friends”.

AHH! I’m pretty happy with this one, it’s a gn!reader fic and my second smut ive written. Yes I reused the top images i couldn’t find more😔 love you guys💕💕

Tags: @itsmealaiah @madzandmore @cherry-rawr @jkloserdazai @goreishgorinthgoreofshits

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[evieskiesss]

can you do a fluff wherein tom is being EXTREMELY clingy like super!! or like he's jealous and wants ur attention

NEEDY- TOM KAULITZ

a/n: this is an imagine that i wrote a while ago! it’s up on my wattpad so i thought it fit the clingy title:) if you’d like a different one lmk!💞

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Tom sat on the couch, a tiny frown on his face as he waited for you to end your conversation with Georg. You stood next to him, leaning against the armrest as you made plans with Georg to go out later on as a group for some dinner.

Tom's cheek was pressed flush against the skin of your thigh, his hand wrapped around it to keep you from moving. His head continued to rest on your thigh as you continued to talk. He swirled his drink around in his cup, that feeling inside of him began to bubble. It was his need for your attention.

He pressed a light kiss on your thigh, hoping it would catch your attention. He pressed a few more kisses, which finally made you notice him again. You sent him a small smile before picking your head up again, and continuing your sentence. He let out a small huff, he needed your attention.

His teeth sunk down on your thigh, you immediately pulled away from him. "Ow! Did you just bite me?" you yelped out at the sudden flash of pain. He laughed at your reaction, his other hand beginning to rub on the small mark his teeth left.

"Baby, können wir jetzt gehen?" (baby, can we go now?) he sighed out, sitting back. "We'll leave soon, my love," you whispered to him, your hand caressing his cheek. You knew he was getting impatient, he didn't like being out for too long.

The rest of the time you guys were there, he spent his time playing with your hands. You sat on the couch's armrest, to which he liked. He was able to wrap his arms around your hips, his face burying itself into your thigh. Your hand continued to play with his hair, occasionally rubbing his shoulder.

His heart began to fill up with love as you were finally giving him some attention after 2 hours of being there. His satisfaction didn't last long when he began craving more of your attention. His fingers began to play with the hem of your denim skin, his fingers slipping under the material to rub your soft skin.

He lifted his head up again, sitting up straight as his hand tugged on the bottom of your shirt. You looked down at him, your hand reaching down to hold his chin as you knew what he was about to say. "Can we go now?" you asked at the same time as him, using a slightly mocking tone. He narrowed his eyes at your teasing, you laughed in response.

"Lass uns gehen, baby," (let's go, baby) you whispered, nodding your head toward the door. He sat up straighter, a smile slapping on his face. You sat up from the armrest, saying a couple quick goodbyes to everyone before you were out the door with Tom trailing behind you.

His arm swung itself over your shoulder as you both walked home, the walk was silent but incredibly comfortable. You kept your arm around his waist, liking the way his arm protectively held you.

He always made you feel safe. Whenever you two would be walking alone at night, you never felt uneasy. Nobody really dared to check you out in front of your 6'2, toned boyfriend.

It had happened a couple of times where Tom did get into a physical fight over some guys checking you out in front of him or catcalling you. It was kind of hot.. seeing your tall, sexy boyfriend beat other guys' asses just for you.

"Will you stay with me?" you asked as you approached your door. He smiled, "I was going to stay either way." You laughed, rolling your eyes as you unlocked the door. You tossed your shoes off to the side, letting Tom lock the front door behind him.

You walked to your room, hearing Tom's steps follow closely behind you. You opened your bedroom door, sighing in delight as you entered your safe place. You placed your bag down on the chair in front of your vanity, taking your jewelry off before you felt a firm arm pull you back.

Tom's arm pulled you to the bed with him, "Cuddle with me," he mumbled against your skin as he buried his face into your neck. You laughed at the sensation of his breath hitting your skin, you let your head rest on his shoulder, feeling his hands rub up & down your back.

He placed gentle kisses along your neck, gently sucking along the skin. You lifted your head up, just enough to look at him in the face. "You like to touch me a lot," you chuckled out. A slightly sheepish look on his face creeped up, his cheeks turning red as he smiled. He shrugged it off, "Yeah, I do. Get used to it," he mumbled, kissing your lips.

You laughed onto his lips, kissing him back sweetly. You broke the kiss, pulling yourself off of him as he began to whine. "Oh hush, I'm going to shower, I'll be quick," you reassured him as you turned the light on in the bathroom connected to your room.

You picked out some pajamas from your closet, tossing them around in your hand as you entered the bathroom. You were completely startled by Tom standing there in only his boxers, his clothes on the ground.

He smiled at your entrance, you bursted out in laughter. "Whattt," he asked, confused, a smile forming on his face. "Nothing, nothing. It's just that- that you basically invited yourself to MY shower," you laughed, slipping your clothes off. He rolled his eyes, shrugging.

He turned the water on, letting it get warm enough for you two to hop in. He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you unclipped your bra, watching your breasts fall free.

"Nuh-uh, not today," you chuckled. He let out a huff, "Fine. But I can touch you still," he smiled, his hands coming to grasp your waist. You smiled back, pressing a tiny kiss to his lips before you let yourself in the shower.

He joined you after tying his dreads up into a bun. You smiled at the sensation of the hot water falling down your body, relaxing your tense muscles. Tom leaned over for the shampoo, squirting some onto his hands before working it into your scalp.

You let your hands rest on his hips to steady yourself as you knew Tom loved to wash your hair. If he had the chance to touch you, in any way possible, he was going to take it.

You let your eyes close at the delicious feeling of his slender fingers massaging your scalp, he chuckled at your reaction. He gently led you back into the stream of water, rinsing your hair off before repeating the process one more time.

You let your eyes stay closed as he lathered the conditioner into the ends of your hair, he chuckled at your relaxed face. "Looks like you really needed this," he whispered. You peeled your eyes open, nodding as you began to feel slightly sleepy.

" Ich bin fast fertig, baby, mach dir keine Sorge," (I'm almost done, baby, don't worry) he whispered. He reached for your washcloth, rubbing some soap on it before scrubbing your body. You let out a couple of giggles as he focused on some areas more than others using his hands only.

He'd gather some foam onto his hands before fondling your breasts, "Just making sure they're clean," he'd innocently smile. You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm before rinsing yourself off.

You reached for the other washcloth that Tom used whenever he'd stay at your house. You also put some soap on it before scrubbing his chest, neck and arms. You told him to turn so you can scrub his back, he complied happily.

You placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade before scrubbing his back down. You gathered foam on your hands, reaching up to massage the muscles between his neck and shoulders. "oooh," he moaned out as you began to knead the knots in his muscles.

You could feel the tension in his muscles melt away at your touch, you slightly frowned as you felt him begin to loosen up. "You really needed that, baby," you whispered as he turned back around. He gave you a weak smile, his eyes slightly drowsy, "I'm glad you can always help me."

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling himself close to you, directly under the stream of water as it began to wash away the bubbles on his body. He was careful enough to not let the water get into his hair, just enough for it to hit his back.

His hands trailed down, finding your ass before squeezing it. He stared at you with love dancing in his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Ich liebe dich, mein hübsches Mädchen," (i love you, my pretty girl), he whispered, his face awfully close to yours.

"Ich liebe dich auch, mein hübscher Junge," (i love you too, my pretty boy,)  you whispered back, pressing your lips firmly against his.

He kissed back eagerly, savoring the feeling of your warm, wet lips against his. He sighed into your lips, feeling every single drop of worry slip away. You two continued to softly make out before you pulled away, your cheeks red.

You two dried yourselves off after you hopped out of the shower. He helped you get ready for bed too. He assisted you in getting dressed, putting body lotion on, and even dried your hair with the blow dryer so your arms wouldn't get tired.

Tom always did everything for you, sometimes, you would have to basically yell at him so he could just sit back and relax. But most of the time, he'd refuse to let you even lift a finger.

Once Tom was finished helping you dry your hair, he put the blow dryer away into the drawer. He smiled as you brushed your hair to get rid of any knots, "Du hast wirklich hübsche Haare," (you have really pretty hair) he mumbled.

You returned the smile, kissing his cheek, "Thank you, meine liebe." (my love.) Tom tossed himself onto your bed in just some basketball shorts, he hated sleeping with a shirt on.

His arms reached out for you, an innocent look on his face. You climbed into bed with him, resting your head into the crook of his neck as you felt him wrap his arms around you.

He pulled you even closer to him, your body flush against his and your legs intertwined together. It was silent as he held you, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his. His hands gently pulled your shirt up right below your breasts, exposing your belly.

"What're you doing?" you laughed into his neck as he continued to press you against him. "Ich wollte deine Haut an meiner spüren," (i wanted to feel your skin against mine," he whispered out, his hand rubbing your bare back. You rolled your eyes, laughing again.

"Whattt," he whined out. You smiled, closing your eyes as you began feeling the sleepiness take over you. "You're just very touchy, I like it," you giggled. He laughed too, at the sensation of your breath against his neck.

He shrugged, closing his eyes as he pressed kisses on your cheek. "You just feel nice," he mumbled. You hummed in response, too tired to say anything else. You pressed small, gentle kisses on his neck as you felt yourself get sleepier by the second.

"Gute Nacht, Baby." (goodnight, baby)

"Gute Nacht, mein hübsches Mädchen." (Goodnight, my pretty girl.)

[malisaaalr]

LMFAOO

[rette-mich]

Bill and Tom in the Maldives

[tomscumdump]

NEEDY

-18+

“STAR OVER here baby!!” I heard the loud cheers and applause, for me. my eyes fluttered open to the big crowd and money scattered along the stage floor, in my skimpy slutty lingerie outfit and stilettos. but, I felt a familiar pair of eyes on me tonight.

I did my bows and blew kisses to the sweaty middle aged men.. I walked off stage and to the bar my other co-workers and friends were serving at. I greeted them and saw him.

my favorite boy.

he had been staring, for quite a while. I noticed him looking me up and down and smirking. I grinned his way and walked over, I noticed he was alone this time.. no bill, georg, or gustav. I had a feeling I already knew what he wanted tonight.

“hey baby.” he said in a low voice, standing up and adjusting those baggy pants. he walked up to me and looked down, snaking his hands around my waist. I swatted them away and pushed him off. “nuh uh, you know the drill tom. no money no touching..” I said teasing, I knew how much he hated not being able to touch me.

It was a bit more than usual today. he groaned and rolled his eyes. “y/n please, please baby..” I sighed, I couldn’t resist him. besides, there’s nothing more I love then a submissive little boy toy.

I looked around for my manager anywhere. I looked back at him and smirked, I grabbed his arm and dragged him through the crowd and to a room. I heard his sweet little giggles as we entered, his arms flung to my waist, but I stopped him.

I nodded my head no and walked over to the bed. “c’mere.” I patted on the bed for him to get on, he walked over and sat down next to me. “y/n I just r—“ I quickly cut him off by smashing my lips onto his, his sweet soft lips. I could kiss them for hours and hours on end. he spent no time getting into the rhythm of the kiss, he cupped my cheeks with his hands and brought me closer, I moved over and onto his lap straddling him. he whined at the sudden movement, I grinding my hips digging into him. the sweet noises he made only aroused me more.

“f-fuck please..” he moaned softly, wrapping his arms around my waist as he dug his head into my neck attempting to hide his whimpers and whines. but if anything, I liked them. “your cute. you know that right?” i say in a seductive tone, i grab his face and caress his cheeks softly. he gives a soft smile and I give one back, I wanted to make him feel loved before I fuck him so hard he cry’s.

I sit up slightly, I glance at him as he just stares at me like I’m an angel. I slide the skimpy ripped top I was wearing, just leaving me in a hot pink laced bra. I slid my tiny skirt off as well, my panties matching my bra. he reached to squeeze my ass. but my hand slapped his face hard, grasping his jaw bringing it close to my face.

“didn’t you hear me the first time, slut? no fuckin touching.” he whimpered quietly and nodded his head with a weak smirk on his face. “m-mama please—“ he said in a desperate tone. I giggled at his need for me. “you’re needy today..”

I said licking my lips slightly, he stared into my intoxicating eyes. I could tell he wanted this, the bulge begging to be freed from his pants and the way he looked all over my body. I tugged at his shirt and made a little whiny face. “so am I the only one getting undressed or what.” he didn’t even say anything, he slid his shirt off and I worked at his belt, throwing it across the room and moving his pants down low enough just for that bulge to peek out.

I saw the little damp spot from the pre-cum. “all worked up just for me..” I said running my hand down his abs and down to his boxes, tugging at the waist band. “mama, touch me please…” he screwed his eyes shut biting his lip. I placed the palm of my hand, rubbing his erection. his mouth was hung open and small moans and squeaks of excitement and pleasure escaped his mouth.

I tugged down his boxers all the way, his dick springing out hitting his lower abdomen. he whined begging for some kind of touch from me. I grazed my hand gently up his dick staring in awe. “y/n please ~mhh~ I need you..” I grabbed the base of his cock, stroking up and down at an aching slow pace. he threw his head back, grunting and whining.

I slapped his face again, tugging at his hair. “if you make a fucking sound, I’m leaving whore.” he knawed at his bottom lip, smirking slightly obviously getting aroused. “wipe that stupid smirk off your face.” I said sternly with my jaw clenched. I remove my hand from his cock and he shuts his eyes in dissatisfaction. he looks back at me with pleading eyes.

“tell me what you want, use your fucking words.” I say with arms crossed, he leans back a little trying to find the words to say. “j-just touch me please.. I want to feel your hands all over me, mama..” I grin at his sweet little words, I tilt my head teasing. “mhm, where baby.. where do you want me?” I say in a sweet tone, caressing his arm slowly.

“.. m-my dick…”

I lean forward to kiss his cheek where I head previously slapped him, working my way down to his neck I whispered. “you sure?” I said smirking licking and sucking his neck, leaving my marks all over. “y-yes mama, pleasee..” I grinned and kissed down to his collarbone, chest, stomach, then his v line. he whined and moaned with every little kiss I gave. I grabbed the base of his cock and kitty licked the tip, pre-cum oozing out as his dick twitched. he grasped the sheets and bit his lip.

I licked up and down his dick repeatedly, causing him to mumble curse words under his breath. I spat on the tip of his cock, slowly moving my mouth lower and lower until I reached the base of his cock. i gagged here and there, but I managed.

“o-oh my ~ngh~ y/n..” he laughed breathlessly, he knew no other little slut he fucked would ever fuck him as good as I did. I picked up my pace a little, feeling his dick twitch in my mouth as I moaned and grunted against his cock sending little vibrations which he loved.

I was beginning to not be able to take it either, I was getting horny and feeling myself get wetter and wetter. “f-fuck I’m gonna—“ I grunted and pulled my mouth off his dick, pushing him down onto the bed and climbing on top of him. I was begining to slide my panties off, but he whined and made a comment. “shit I was gonna cum!!—“ I scoff and pull up my panties again, he made a shocked face and began to protest. “w-wait!” I grunted and sat my body down on his lap and he laid under me. “your not getting shit after talking to me like that.” I stated blunty, he begged and begged for me to fuck him. it was flattering to know how badly he wanted my pussy. “please y/n! j-just fuck me!!” I sighed and rolled my eyes, thinking of ways to make this interesting and more enjoyable for me.

“fine. but, I have rules.” I said placing one hand on his chest for support, and using my free hand to slide of my panties slowly. he nodded obediently and grinned. “no touching, not a single peep from you, and you cum when I say so. you understand slut?” he replies almost immediately, desperate for me. “y-yes!! I’ll listen- please just fuck me already!!” he grunts, trying to thrust his hips up to feel me. I push his hips down and groan. “already broke one of the rules..” I look around the room and reach for his shirt, throwing his hands above his head and tying the shirt like a rope around his wrist. “no touching.” I say sternly with my jaw clenched.

I slide my panties off completely, throwing them across the room. aligning my entrance with his tip, slowly shoving the tip in. his chest rises up and down rapidly trying to avoid making noise. I stay there for a bit, then crash my hips down our skin slapping as his dick rams right into me. he throws his head back and uses his arms to hide his face with his eyes screwed shut. I moan out as I smile looking down, not an inch of space between my pussy and his cock. “fuckkkkk…” I drag out laughing slightly. I grasp his shoulders for support as I bounce up and down on his dick. his mouth was hung open, but not a sound was coming out as small tears fell down his cheeks. “s-so good.. doing s’good just for me…” I smirk, throwing my head back due to the feeling of ecstasy.

I feel his tip hit that sweet spot in my perfectly, I moan out loudly aching for more, small beads of sweat forming on both of our faces, strands of my hair getting stuck to my face. my movements get sloppy as I feel that knot in my stomach forming. I grunt and ram his dick into me a few more times, tom lets out a few whines. I look at his lewd face, he opens his mouth to mumble a quiet sentence I knew he would say. “I-im gonna ~gahh~ cum!!” he says out of breath, his eyes hitting the back of his head. I clench my jaw and throw my head back, I was close. but not close enough, I grunt through my bounces. “fucking h-hold it whore..!” I screw my eyes shut picking up my pace, chasing my climax. he whines and shakes his head rapidly, pursing his lips. “m-mama I can’t pleasee!!” he squirmed and tugged under me, begging to cum. I let out a breathy laugh as our skin slapped, sounds of moans and lewd noises filling the room. his eyes fluttered open as he stared at me.

“fuckk!! cum baby, cum!!!” I moan out loudly, throwing myself down onto his body as we kissed roughly, our lips interlocking and our tounges clashing together. “shitshitshit oh my fucking god!!!” he whimpers as he thrust up into me once more lazily.

I felt my walls clench around toms dick as I came all over his hard veiny cock. his cum spurted into me, filling me up perfectly making my eyes roll back and my stomach twitch. he moaned out my name repeatedly, sounding like it was the only thing he could utter. “look baby, look.” I whine, slowly sliding his dick out of me. watching our mixed substances ooze out of me. he lets out a breathy laugh. I untie his arms and he immediately flings his arms around me to hug him. he kisses my cheek and brushes the hair out of my face and whispers in my ear

“can we have a round two..?”

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omg this was a longgggg one lmaaooo!!! also I got this idea in the car randomly and I thought it was amazing. also I fucking loveeee sub tom ngh!! also thx for the love on the last little fic i did yesterday eekkk!!! :3333

[ayeshascorner]

Please just one chance 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[princesskaulitz]

imagine falling asleep next to this cutie

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

like you guys choose to relax after a long busy day, you two still have more to do but swear you’re both just going to chill in bed for a few minutes and cuddle.

but ugh it’s so quiet, he’s so warm, he smells so good and your body fits against his so perfectly. you close your eyes just for a moment,

“i’m just resting them” you lie to yourself, knowing full well that there’s no turning back from this point.

his breathing is steady, you can hear his heartbeat as your head rests against his chest, you can feel his fingers lightly toying with your silky stands of hair but you feel his movements start to become more lazy and slow as he drifts to sleep himself.

you wake up hours later only to find that it’s dark out now and he’s laying on top of you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, underneath your shirt, like you’re his teddy bear and anyone or anything is threatening to take you from him. his face is smushed against your chest, his makeup smeared against your shirt.

yes, he’s totally crushing you and you can feel his metal bracelets pressed so harshly against your back that they’re carving red indentations into your skin, the shapes of the chains stamped like a brand.

but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here with your big, clingy baby of a boyfriend.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　

[billsbabydoll]

can you make a smut fanfic of Tom?? My idea was that it is about him being a gangster in the neighborhood of a ghetto area. The reader lives with her older brother and is young. She is known to be very innocent and stuff so she’s a sub and he’s a dom. So it’s like age play and shit! and he calls her ‘shorty’ and ‘good girl’.

Thanks!

-contains:SMUT!

-summary:request!!!

-WARNINGS:sub!reader, dom!tom, dirty talk, i dont know sex.

-notes:any time i post anything other than smut, im reminded that my audience is just bunch of horny bitches (i love yall regardless).

“make sure your back by 8, ya hear me!” your brother yelled as you rushed out of the door.

24th street, a hood packed with; drugs, sex, and it wouldn’t be complete without a gang and their notorious leader “tom kaulitz”. he was just freshly released out of jail, so of course the neighborhood was on high alert, especially your older brother.

as a result of your brothers overprotectiveness; everyone knew you were completely off limits, everyone knew you were simply untouchable, well everybody but him-

“where we goin’ mama?” you heard someone shout from behind, your steps immediately speeding up.

a set of hands reach out and begin shaking your shoulders frantically, causing you to give in and turn around,

“damn shorty, you got me chasing after you!” he chuckled, his teeth flashing you a gentle smile.

“can i help you?” you politely asked, but he just shakes his head and proceeds to step closer, his face hardly an inch away from your own.

“let’s head back to my place right quick,

don’t worry bout’ nothing..

your brother won’t find out.”

you look side to side, but there was no one else around, just you two. he proceeds to extend his hand out, slightly gesturing for you to accept.

this is the last thing you should be doing,

and thats exactly why you placed your hand in his.

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he held your hand with one hand, his free arm finding it way around your shoulder. he then guided you towards his house, managing your way past his friends, and finally into his room.

while he closed and locked the door, you took notice of the graffiti on the walls, the random stacks of cash, and his collection of handguns.

“nothing to be scared of ma, cmon over let’s sit down.” he assured, tapping you on the back before he walked over to the edge of his bed, patting the empty space next to him once he was sat.

you softly smile at him and follow his direction, fixing your denim skirt after you were seated, staring down at your lap shyly-

“my brother would kill me if he knew i was here..” you nervously joked, fingers rapidly fidgeting with the seems of your skirt.

“what he doesn’t know wont hurt em, like i said you got nothing to worry about shorty.”

he gently lifted your head up and leaned in, tangling your lips into a delicate kiss, his large hands now cupping your cheeks, your immediate shock soon replaced with tender indulgence.

toms tongue soon tangled with your own, both fighting for dominance; to which obviously we know who won that battle.

his hands moved from your cheeks to your waist, pulling and sitting you down on his lap, his fingers tightly digging into your hips as he began gliding your clothed sex against his growing arousal.

“t-tomm..” you muttered in between desperate kisses.

“shh i know, i know mama.”

he replied, suddenly breaking the kiss, his eyes now staring into your own. he removes one of his hands away from your waist, his hand easily lifting your skirt all the way up.

“is this alright with you? i promise, i gotcha.” he asked before proceeding, his eyes searching for any sort of discomfort in your face.

you quickly nodded, a pinkish blush spreading across your cheeks. who would’ve guessed, such a ‘aggressive’ man, has the softest heart.

he nods back, placing one last kiss on your lips— he slightly taps you on thigh signaling for you to lift up, while he unbuckled his jeans and pulls down his garments: you took the opportunity to remove your tank-top and lace panties.

you both looked back at each other once you were finished, his eyes so light and softened, you couldn’t help but just melt.

“you just relax okay?

be the good girl i know you are…”

you lightly giggle at his comment, but you were suddenly silenced by the sensation of him entering inside you. he starts slow at first, letting you adjust to his thick tip for a second, before then engulfing his full length inside you.

he sits you fully back down on his lap, hissing as he feels your gummy walls clinging to his cock…

he places his hands to your sides again, helping you steadily rise up and down on him. you bury your face into his shoulder, your arms clinging to his shoulders.

“ugh-that’s it, keep fucking your pussy on me.”

“so fuckin’ sensitive are ya hm?”

“good girl taking this fucking dick..”

he praised, by now his pace was deep enough to have your pussy throbbing and your legs quivering. you mouth hanged out spewing uncontrollable moans, toms ears blessed by your precious sounds.

smack

smack!

smack

was the noise of your ass hitting against his thighs.

his left hand lowered down to squeeze and twist your supple flesh, his head slightly tilting back as he continued to groan the most filthy words to you—

“mmhrightthere!” you moaned out, lifting your head up from his shoulder; now giving him direct eye contact.

“look at you baby, such a whore for this cock,

where’s that innocent little girl gone huh?”

he cooed, smugly smirking up at you, licking his lower lip at the sight of your neediness.

he then wraps both his arms around your torso, holding onto you as he began brutally pounding himself inside you. taking full and utter dominance over you; he let you have your turn now it was his.

his pumps himself deeper and deeper into your aching cunt, an unusual combination of pleasure and delicious pain filling your senses.

“fuck fuck fuck!”

“go on cum, my little good girl..”

you can’t take it anymore, a sudden urge causing you to burst immediately at his command, silent screams leaving your throat.

he follows right after you, his thrusting becoming faster and more urgent than ever, using your pure walls for his own personal use.

his hot load oozes out of his cock, coating your stretched out cunt,

your sweet juices dribble down to his thighs, and land upon the bed-sheets.

“yo is my fucking lil’ sister here?!” both you and tom hear for outside the window.

shit.

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[torturedbrat]

PLSSS CAN YOU DO A BILL FICTION INSPIRED BY ONE OF THEIR MUSIC VIDEOS?? YOU CAN CHOOSE WHICH ONEEE

IT WOULD BE SO COOL<3

★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016

★ Tags: Angst, fluff.

| Summary: Bill and his girlfriend have been going through different rough difficulties in their relationship for a long time now, they both know it's useless to keep being together. None of them tried to do anything about it till he decided to put an end to it.

— 1st Chapter: Love don't break me.

"I need to get home, but I keep on holding on."

• Bill narrates;

I can't believe I'm here again. I want to hold her and tell her that we'll be okay, but I don't know how cause even I don't know the answer to that.

I look around the dark room, the blinds shut, I predict it's around 2 in the morning. My arms are around myself, unable to move after another successful fight; this time seeming worse than ever, after reproaching each other about every stupid little thing there is in the book.. even though this time they weren't just a few misunderstandings—It was much more than that.

I furrow my left eyebrow, once I hear the faint sound of her sobs in the background, hitting my eardrums. I hate seeing her cry, she knows that well, as much as I also know how I shouldn't cave in. But she's already scooting closer to me, wrapping her arms around my body loosely, tightening even more the second I tried to move.

My head fell to the front, a few of a blonde-platinum strands of hair pushed to my face. I sigh as she tries to comfort herself while in touch with my skin, 'Please, don't.' She mutters as she feels how I'm starting to stretch out my limbs to stand up this time, a thing I can't get through with because my body simply won't respond.

But I'm angry, so why are my arms moving around her, why are my eyes filled with tears when I keep hearing her say over and over how sorry she is? Maybe I don't really want to go.

Why can't my heart and my head work at once?

I open my mouth to speak, her face is buried on the back of my neck, and so are my fingers in her hair when I reached out to finally touch her. 'Why do we do this?' Is everything I manage to say—I can't understand how we've gotten to this point; The fighting, the aggressive make-up and when you think you're done, more fighting again.

I want to tell her that I won't be here forever, laying on her bed—completely wrecked and thinking about all the times we've been okay together instead of living the moment. And I've got a feeling that she doesn't want to be stuck in this back and forth for much longer.

But how will we move forward? we still love each other, there's no doubt, and even if we've been told that our love is gross, we'd always managed to prove them wrong.. this time we'll make it again, right?

She looks at me, untangling herself from the grip she's had on me before—I've got a feeling that she knows what I'm thinking about by the way she's shaking her head at me. 'Don't say you're gonna give up on me.' The look on her face said it all; regret, even fear, dispair... everything at once—like she expected the worst.

But I didn't say anything, I didn't dare. I couldn't get my mind to work, everything oh so overwhelming. Till her voice pushed me off my trance. 'Say something!' It was only natural she would react like that after getting no reaction out of me, so that's when I finally managed to push myself on my feet, looking around for the shirt I discarded earlier god knows where before this argument started, to slid it back on.

'I'm tired of fighting.' I said, bitter tears still stinging the corner of my eyes as I put on the rest of my clothes, pacing around the room to pick everything up, anything that I must be forgetting to grab while I make the feint of leaving.

I sniffle from my nose, and from one moment to another she's standing up from the bed, looking completely hysterical, not even bothering to put her shirt on as she tried to get ahold of me, eyes closing tight.

'You can't leave like this..' She said again, trying to change my mind, but this time I can feel myself getting a little bit of impulse, ready to leave it all behind. The black eyeshadow that I know is staining my under eyes, I wipe it off with my knuckles.. now I'm the one who's shaking his head. I can't listen to her this time, If I keep doing so I know I'll never leave. I know I'll never run free from this golden cage that we named love.

'I'm sorry, It's over.' And I didn't even stutter this time, It felt like I've been holding those words inside me forever, like I've been meaning to say it for a long time now. A big relief rushing through my veins, as if I could breath properly again.

But she didn't look relieved, she didn't look like it had been taken a big weight off her shoulders like I thought it would. She was silent, still.. It was even frightening. I wanted to turn to her and say something else, my hands even itching to touch her one last time, but I knew it would just make it worse than it was already.

So I went away, with broken wings.—I picked up my dignity, all my pride and I walked out.

But was I doing what was the best for us? wasn't I making it worse? what if I just regret all of this in the future?

I guess I'll never know.

Inspired by the 'Love don't break me' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.

[ I made this, all fanfics posted here are original ideas by me. ]

[jun3ee]

Just a couple minutes (B.K)

A/N: My personal apology for not writing bill smut, this is maybe my second time, so don’t be afraid to tell me how I did! ALTHOUGH, don’t go too harsh on me 🙂‍↕️ (Tom version here)Sub! Bill (nb-reader) it’s also a short ass fic so I’m sry (NOT PROOFREAD)

(MDNI) ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈੈ✩‧₊˚

“L-Liebe”

Bill whimpers as you kiss him, getting him worked up before he goes on that big stage again for the last performance. Hearing the people outside continuously yell how much minutes left he has left, but frankly you dont care at all, continuing to straddle his clothed, hard cock as he lets out breathy whines.. Could you help it? Watching the sweat slowly drip down his face after each concert? watching him coming back to the dressing room breathless after performing? the adrenaline pumping in his veins after? Watching him tease you in the crowd by lifting up that shirt of his revealing that sexy tattoo of his, searching through it like a lost puppy trying to find you with those beautiful brown eyes of his that are looking up helplessly into yours right now? Definitely not.

“Out in twenty, Bill!” 

“S-Scheiße” Bill whines, grabbing onto anything as you straddle him, grinding yourself against his clothed cock in those tight black jeans of his, watching the beads of sweat slowly drip down his face as he presses sloppy and needy kisses on your lips, a wet stain already on his boxers from his pre-cum. Watching him tease you on stage carelessly with a little smile on his face was too much, he knew what he was doing, and he knew what he would get for it.

“P-Please Ma-Make me c-” 

Poor Bills cock throbbing and twitching as he breathlessly looks up at you. His voice trembling so cutely, barely coherent words turning into pretty broken whimpers, moans, and cut-off gasps. His hips erratically jerking up and rubbing between your legs as he keeps pressing needy kisses down your neck, his tongue swirling around with yours in a lewd and steamy kiss, the poor boy not even able to express his desperate, throbbing arousal as he grips onto the furniture tightly until his knuckles turn white.

“You wanna cum that badly darling?”

“P-Please” Bill chokes out, “I-Ich werde ein guter Junge sein” He mumbles, pathetically trying to cover his whimpers, anxious to cum in his boxers as he tries holding back for a while although he knew he couldn't for any longer, squirming and turning into a needy mess under you as he grabs your hips. You watch the poor boys face turn into a desperate expression as he bats the tears out of his eyes, rolling them back as you cup his cheek, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Such a slut.. You like that, hm?” You coo, grinding on him while slightly increasing your speed, he pathetically nods, his eyebrows furrowed with pure lust and need in his eyes, his own words turning into whimpers and whines,

“Use your words” You say, watching Bill let out broken gasps as he throws his hands on your hips,

“I-I’m c-cumming-! ” He chokes out, doing just that. His hot essence bursting through his boxers, his body going limp as he finally reaches his climax, his bottom lip quivering as he completely spaces out…

“W-We still have a little more time d-don’t we?” He whimpers…

[c1nnam00n]

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry