| ͜ᩘ❀༘ࣧ Do Y'all Know Anything About It?

Nuestro amor, tan prohibido.

Llamas mi nombre y me acaricias con tu amargura mientras mis uñas circulan sobre tu estómago, con saña—pidiendo desgarrarte.

Déjame colarme dentro, compañera; tumbarme ahí, contigo.

Dormir dentro de tí.

Perecer dentro de tí.

୧ ⊹︶︶

Art of Loving

PAIRINGS: Bill 2009 x female reader

GENRE: fluff & smut

SYNOPSIS: “Your mom hates me..” She'll definitely yell at him if she sees all those hickeys you gave him. Bill laughs with you, snuggling closer to himself. “Don't worry,” he starts, playing with your hair. “My mom hates me too..”

WARNINGS: sex, p in v, poor relationship with mother, eating disorder, self-esteem issues

A/N: english is not my native language! I'll say in advance that there is a time discrepancy here, since Bill's piercing described in the story was done later.

A strong wind and heavy rain were running through the streets of Magdeburg. Thunder roared in the thick clouds, and lightning frolicked somewhere nearby. The streets of Magdeburg are damp and fresh. People are gloomily walking about their business, busily holding colored umbrellas over their heads. But you and Bill are in your warm, cozy apartment, drinking raspberry tea and sitting on the balcony, watching people and dogs jumping merrily through shallow puddles.

“Hey, Schatz?” Bill's hoarse voice distracted from the dampness of the city.

You flinch and look at him. “Yes, Bill?” There's a cigarette smoldering in your hands. You and Bill.. Old friends.

His pale honey-colored eyes are directed into yours, and he asks with full seriousness, frowning: “Would you love me if I were a worm?”

You laugh out loud, hiding your face in your hands. Bill is still serious. Through your laughter, you say, “Listen, have you been taking anything?” You put out your cigarette on the iron railing of the balcony.

The brunette mutters indignantly, “I'm just curious! Well, answer me seriously!” He frowns and purses his lips resentfully.

“Okay, okay. Yes Bill, I will.” You smile and kiss Bill's broken knuckles, his wounds contrasting strongly against his pale skin. You're frowning. “Where did you get your knuckles hurt like that?”

The grin on his pale face began to play. “I hit the wall, Schatz. Because I'm an angry teenager.”

You let out a small laugh and stroke his hands. “An angry teenager who is 19 years old? Very interesting.” Bill rolls his eyes and clucks.

“And why did you hit the wall? She didn't do anything to you.” You mock him, you smile.

The brunette shakes his head, leaning his hands on the railing, rubbing his painted eyes. “She called me a jerk. What an idiot. Can you believe it?” He looks at you hopefully. You shake your head, laughing, and pull him by the back of his head, gently kissing his mole under his lower lip.

Kaulitz lifts the corners of his lips. “I don't deserve you, Schatz. You're amazing.. I'm just a piece of trash.”

“Stop it, Bill. Your depression shouldn't affect my attitude towards you in any way. You're wonderful.” You easily lift his black sweater, run your fingers over his protruding ribs.

Bill is painfully thin.. He smiles, wincing slightly at the tickle. “Okay, okay, but I still don't understand how you can love me after all that I've done. You're crazy, Schatz. You're an alien.”

“You've revealed my secret!” You laugh softly and kiss his thin, pale neck, removing his dark dreadlocks so as not to interfere.

Kaulitz lifts you up in his arms, holding you by the buttocks. “Come on! I've been waiting for this for so long! Give me your sweet lips..”

You shake your head and frown. “Bill, I'm fat, don't lift me up.” You kiss his neat nose. You can't kiss, it'll cloud your minds, blow your mind off. You feel like he's putting you on the balcony railing. Dangerous. Nice.

Bill presses his weathered, rough lips to yours, the taste of nicotine and berries in his mouth, the wind blows harder, hugs your shoulders, plays with the hem of your shirt, under which only underwear is. “You and I are such good friends, aren't we?” You're smiling, mocking me again.

You feel Bill kissing your neck, gently but biting. See how his hands are shaking. Just a second ago, you were just standing there and having a heart-to-heart conversation. He kisses you wetly and buries his long fingers in your hair. The night sky is covered with stars, like rhinestones on a black velvet fabric.

You wrap your long legs around his pelvis, wrap your frozen fingers around his neck. He holds you tightly by the waist, preventing you from falling from the tenth floor. Your short hair is blowing in the wind, his eyes are completely black, the pupil overlaps his bright amber iris. Tears are streaming from your eyes, you don't understand why.

He whispers, breathing heavily, “I.. Love you..” Lips are joining, rain and wind are hitting in the face, teeth are trembling from the cold. Your bodies are hot despite the cold outside. The skin touches, burning each other. You can feel him biting your tongue and lips. Heartbeat is pounding in temples, and ears are throbbing. Bill's hands creep under your thin shirt, stroke your delicate skin, he does not leave your lips, kisses are more and more ragged, dirty, wet.

Your chest is heaving. Both of them have wet hair from the rain. Bill looks into your eyes, and.. Smiling. You smile back and hold him close, massage his scalp, catch a sigh from his lips. You drop your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.. You laugh and kiss his bare collarbone: “Your mom hates me..” She'll definitely yell at him if she sees all those hickeys you gave him.

Bill laughs with you, snuggling closer to himself. “Don't worry,” he starts, playing with your hair. “My mom hates me too. She always hated all my girlfriends. She still wants me to be with that empty-headed blonde from my school, her friend's daughter. But I don't give a fuck.. I'm not doing this for her, but for you.” He hugs you tighter and kisses you on the forehead.

You smile and kiss his plump, bitten lips. “Stop biting them, seriously.”

“I can't, Schatz.” He gently kisses your neck, the touch of his lips makes goosebumps run through your body. His hair tickles your body. Some gloomy passerby shouts at you, calling your actions disgusting and depraved, and that you shouldn't do it, because people see them.

Bill pulls away from your lips, looks at you coldly and gives him his middle finger. He looks back at you and kisses you on the forehead. “Do you want more, Schatz?”

“Pervert.” You kiss his nose. Bill has tongue piercings, eyebrows, septum, and snake bites lips. You gently run your thumb over his lip piercing. “Your mom scolded you for the punctures, didn't she?” You're smiling slyly. Bill gently kisses your finger.

“She tried to stop me, but I'm 19, and I do whatever I want with my body. With her screams, she even gives more reason to disobey.” He lets out a chuckle. Bill's mother thinks you're spoiling him. You have a lot of piercings yourself. He lifts his hands under your shirt and runs his icy fingers over your hot skin.

“By the way.. How's your math score? Does your mom already know?” You stroke his face, kiss his forehead, and remove the strands of hair that get in his way.

“She doesn't know yet. The mother will scream, again. She's always screaming about everything.” He kisses you behind the ear, and softly whispers, “Let's skip school tomorrow? Let's say you're sick. We'll be alone in my room all night. Just you and me..”

“I'd love to, but this will be your fifth absenteeism in a month. You'll be expelled, and your mother will hate me even more.” You smile and laugh briefly, even though it's not really funny at all.

He kisses your whole face. “I don't care. I absolutely don't give a fuck about my mother and my studies, I'm so tired of this shit. The only thing I care about is you. You and my desires. Will you stay with me tomorrow, or are we going to continue our argument all night?”

“I love you.” You're kissing his own plump lips. “But, let's take all the exams for five first, okay? I'll help you fix the deuce. Especially considering that you've already passed 4 exams perfectly! Now pass the math and that's it!” You stroke his hair. “What are you going to do after school?”

He strokes your face and kisses your ear, whispers in a hoarse voice: “I haven't decided yet, I have at least a month ahead of me. But first, I'm going to do some wonderful things with you tonight..”

You smile and slap him on the forehead. “You're good at drawing. Why don't you go to an art academy? Like me.”

He kisses you and squeezes you like you're a toy. Finally he pulls away. “Well, I'll think about it. But I don't know. Maybe I'll accept your offer.”

Three weeks have passed since that day. Bill's mother kicked him out of the house when he told her that he was going to art academy, and not to study medicine, as she wanted. Actually, it was expected, so now he lives with you, in your apartment.

Today is an important day - Bill's graduation. You stand and stare at him when he comes on stage to collect his red diploma for his patience and hard work. You're very proud of him.

He was dressed in a classic black suit, and a dark red tie stood out against his snow-white shirt. Yours, by the way. A short jacket was draped over his shoulders, loose trousers were put on, and he tied his dreadlocks into a low ponytail, not wanting to annoy the director with his appearance even more. He was so incredibly handsome and terribly uninterested in the praise of the director and the many teachers who came out to say their last words to him. Most of the students in the junior, middle and senior grades were crying from the realization that they would not see him again.

His father is standing next to you, and on the other side is Tom, who has already collected his diploma. The mother of the twins did not attend the ceremony, being offended, because besides her, everyone supported your relationship with Bill. His family is very proud of him, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

Bill catches your eye and winks, waving his hand at you. He fascinated you with his appearance. You smile and wave back at him, playfully blowing him a kiss. Bill is embarrassed when he finally picks up his "cherished" diploma, he comes down to you, and you meet him with a large bouquet of white daffodils. He takes your hand, smiling happily, and takes a step back, pulling you in so that you don't interfere with the other graduates and their parents. You rise on tiptoe, you feel his happy, loving gaze on you. He kisses you on the cheek, blushing, and you can hear his sweet laugh for a couple of moments, as if the world ceases to exist around you, as if you are alone in the whole boundless universe. You hear loud screams and applause. The boys from the twelfth grade released a pair of white pigeons into the sky.

“Congratulations, my graduate!” You're smiling.

Bill's father and Tom come up to Bill and hug him tightly, patting him on the shoulder, congratulating him on graduating from high school with excellent grades. Bill smiles sheepishly. Many of his friends and acquaintances also congratulated and said goodbye to him. But his eyes were only on me.

“I did it only because of you, Schatz. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have graduated with good grades.” He kisses your cheekbone with his rough lips, and then you can feel them on your lips.

“I'm proud of you!” You kiss him on the forehead, hugging him tightly.

Time has passed, Bill is already in his second year of fashion design, and you are in your third year of architecture. You're sitting together on the bedroom floor in your cozy little apartment. Bill makes sketches for his new collection of clothes, and you build accurate building plans. Kaulitz leans towards you, keeping his hand on your hip. You see that he uses you as a reference, like a living mannequin.

You stare at him and blush when he looks up at you with his piercing brown eyes. “What are you drawing, Bill?”

“I'm painting you, Schatz. You look like a model.”

You bend over to him and kiss his temple, seeing his satisfied smile. He wraps his long fingers around your face and lowers himself down, kissing your neck, whispering in your ear: “You don't even know how often I draw you.. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. And this beauty exists only for me. You're like a rare diamond that I'm hiding in my hands..”

He kisses your neck again, going down to the hollows of your collarbones, his hands slide up and down your thighs, gently scratching them with his black nails and squeezing, leaving barely visible traces. You smile and kiss his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs.

“We should not be distracted from our work. The session is coming up, which means that the teachers won't be very happy if they see that we haven't drawn anything yet.” You touch your lips to the mole under his lower lip.

He clicks. “We can't, you're right, but I can't concentrate when you're next to me, honey. Your presence is already making me forget everything. You are my universe.” You can feel his hot lips on your neck, again. He whispers, scorching your thin skin with his hot breath: “My dear..” He kisses you on the line of your lower jaw. “My love.” His lips slide sideways, onto your adam's apple, biting weakly. “My diamond.” He's grabbing your artery with his teeth. “My everything.” He runs a wet path with his tongue. “I love you, Schatz.”

His lips are right next to your ear, his tongue is playing with the auricle, and his lobe with several metal rings is being playfully bitten. A wave of goosebumps envelops your body. You pull him by the back of his head and kiss his sweet, plump lips. You feel him sitting you on his lap, running your fingers over his chest through his black T-shirt, gently massaging his tense, tired shoulders. Bill either sighs or moans, throws his head back, wraps his arms around your waist, running his fingers along your back. His tongue slides between your lips, moistening you better than any lipstick, he lays you back on the cold floor, strewn with your sketchy works. Some of them stay under you, but it's not that fucking important. The only thing that matters to you right now is him. And the works can be redrawn.

Your bodies are pressed against each other, his lips don't leave yours, and you can feel him breathing heavily. He pulls away from you, but he's still holding you tight. He takes off his T-shirt, and you look at his big tattoo on his left side. Beautiful. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis, your body trembled with anticipation in his arms. He smiles at you tenderly, picks you up in his arms and gently lays you on the bed, taking out a lubricant and condoms from the bedside table. He's kissing you again.

“What would you like to do today, honey? Standard or..” His lips stretch into a twisted grin.

“Pervert..” You lightly pinch his forearm and feel how he roughly turns you over on your stomach, lifting you up, forcing you to arch your back. Bill carefully places several pillows under you, adjusting the height that is comfortable for both of you.

“That's what I'm talking about, Schatz.” He presses his chest against your naked body, biting and kissing the back of your neck. He kisses your ear, bites your earlobe. You can feel the young man descending lower, showering your entire back with kisses and hickeys, leaving traces of his teeth in some places. His belt buckle is cold, metallic, pressed against your belt. Kaulitz sinks lower, you can feel his hot breath below.

Bill bites his buttock, kisses it, and massages the other with his strong hand. His lips slide down the inside of your thighs, to your bent knees and calves. He rises higher again, his lips touching you below. You're trembling with pleasure. He savors it, running his tongue between your labia and collecting moisture, smacking his lips, stroking your thighs and buttocks. His cold tongue piercing touches your clitoris, and with a loud groan, you jump up in bed as if you've been electrocuted. You can hear him chuckle.

Bill kisses slowly, wetly, sucks each crease in turn, and you feel his piercing ball gently sink into the hole, making you sob. Bill slides his hot and damn long tongue into your vagina, making you moan. His tongue slides over the wet walls, draws patterns, rubs the barbell in his tongue. You bury your face in the pillow, sobbing loudly and moving your hips towards it. Bill penetrates you with his fingers, without removing his tongue, and leaves a slap on your buttock as you lean forward, slipping away from him. His fingers spread inside in the manner of scissors, stroking the walls, moving like a wave, while he kisses your back, whispering reassuringly in your ear. You can't make out anything anymore.

“Princess..” His fingers work faster and rougher, penetrating deeper, scratching the walls. You sob loudly and move your hips towards him. You're close to the peak, and Bill knows it. He smiles slyly and slows down terribly much. His lips travel down your spine, leaving wet trails. Soon his fingers leave you altogether, with an indecent squish. Impatiently, you hear his belt buckle rattle and his jeans rustle as he throws them away.

You can feel him opening the lubricant and gently sliding his cold, greased fingers into you. A groan escapes from chest. Bill puts his cock in, sliding slowly and carefully deeper and deeper, making you moan. His hands gently stroke your hips, and he begins his movement. His thrusts are smooth, sensual. Bill carefully pulls your short hair into a ponytail and kisses your neck. You swallowed hard, your adam's apple twitched, and Kaulitz ran his long fingers curiously over it. He squeezed your throat experimentally, and you sob, throwing your head back in pleasure, closing your eyes. You want it to never end.

His thrusts gradually accelerate, the bed starts to creak softly, and Bill thrusts into you more fiercely. With each strong thrust, his hand tightens more noticeably on your neck, pulling more and more moans out of you. His rhythm is frenzied, the skin of his thighs collides with his buttocks, creating indecent slaps, natural lubricant and purchased oil mix and squish. Bill breathes raggedly, occasionally does not hold back and moans, driving his cock deeper, sharper, whispers compliments, kissing and biting hard on your shoulders, his voice occasionally breaks. He slows down abruptly, trying to catch his breath, teasing, barely swinging his hips. Holds you firmly in place, not giving you the opportunity to move back.

“Ask me, honey.. Ask for it, Schatz..” He's breathing heavily, his hands are shaking, squeezing your hips.

“Bill.. Bill, please.. please..”

He smiles contentedly and starts thrusting roughly, squeezing your ass and thighs painfully, moaning. The moment of climax overtakes you at the same time, he abruptly enters you as deeply as possible, and through a thin condom you feel his hot sperm. You're breathing heavily. You feel Bill pick you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom..

You're both tired but happy, you're lying on Bill's chest, tickling him with your wet hair. His black T-shirt absorbs moisture. You're slowly falling asleep. Your drawings were still lying on the floor.

“Thank you for this wonderful evening, Schatz.” He kisses you on the forehead, smiling like a fool. You kiss the corner of his mouth and bite the guy's lower lip, gently pulling back his piercing and releasing it, fully kissing his plump lips.

“I love you.”

“And I love you more, baby.” He takes your hand and gently kisses your fingers. His lips slide to your wrists, nibbling lightly on the thin skin. You bury your fingers in his damp hair, and you feel yourself finally falling asleep.

The only thing you hear is this.. “Good night, Schatz. You deserve it. I hope you'll see me in your dreams.” He lifts the corners of his lips and you pass out.

Still, it's a good story.

Just about the two of you.

I THOUGHT IT COULDN'T GET ANY BETTER, BUT THIS IS CLEAR PROOF OF THE OPPOSITE.. DID I REALLY LOSE MY WAY, ONLY TO ACCIDENTALLY FIND THE WAY TO HEAVEN? FINE, I'LL EAT BILL, IF NO ONE OBJECTS

Hii ! Could you make Bill x Female reader, I don’t know how to word this properly but it would start with Bill and the reader just hanging in his room cuddling or wtv and it turns into a make-out session which then leads to gentle sex ? AND could you also add like size kink to this sorry if that’s a lot , thank you !! 🤍

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2009.

★ Female reader.

★ Sub!Reader, Dom!Bill.

Summary: < You and Bill are spending the afternoon at his apartment; you two are watching a movie till he decides he should pay some attention to you instead. >

—Tenderly yours.

You were sitting in Bill's room, right on his large bed. You came over that afternoon to spend the night at his place, since you two couldn't see each other all the time.—You were waiting for him to come back with some snacks as he promised; your hands holding yourself up as they laid across the soft dark sheets, your gaze averting from the tv in front of you towards the door as soon as he appeared back inside with a few small bags of candy in his hands, you immediately smiled at the sight.

'Missed me?' He talked playfully, raising both eyebrows as he set it down on the mattress, not before giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. 'Oh you don't know how much.' You retorted dramatically, bringing a hand up to your chest with a wide grin on your face.

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Bill immediately rolled his eyes, and you picked up some of the candy he brought; he knew your exact taste, and that just made it even more sweet. 'Hmm sour worms.' You let out happily, popping one of them into your mouth and closing your eyes tight for an instant, savoring the taste immediately. 'But don't keep 'em all to yourself.' He hummed, and as soon as he spoke up, you turned your head at him and placed one of them into his mouth, motioning for him to open up for you.

Bill gave you a wide smile at the same time he chewed on his candy, his eyes squinting, which made you wrap an arm around his torso, pressing yourself up onto him. He was so cute when he wanted to be. 'Alright, what was this movie even about?' He suddenly muttered, his eyes looking back at the tv in front of them as if he wasn't even pay attention all this time.—you just shook your head in disbelief, flicking him on the arm before scooting closer, sitting up right next to each other, as close as you two could; one of your legs above his much bigger ones, your arm wrapped around his, and head falling on his shoulder. 'Pay attention.. then you'll know.' You whispered eventually, bringing another piece of candy to your mouth while he only huffed at your words.

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For a while, he just sat still and watched the movie with you, which he didn't care in the slightest about. But soon, his hand that laid around your shoulders started to softly drag its fingertips around, watching you instead for a moment. Of course, you noticed.. you knew he was up to something, so you just decided to give in and look back up at him, giving him a curious look.

But there was nothing curious about the way he leaned in to kiss you, just like that. You let him do so anyways, your hand going to cup the side of his face, holding onto him so dearly.. you've missed him so much—and it was clear he had too, so you knew this would come at some point of the night, not like you'd complain.

Bill put just slight intensity into the kiss, just barely, wanting to savor your moment together. He wasn't known for being exactly rough, since the first time, he's always been really gentle with you, something you've always loved about him. He never rushed you, or pushed you too far.. he was just perfect.—The perfect one for you.

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His delicate touch moved down to your chin, holding onto you just so you'd tilt your head up some more, giving himself a better access to your already plump lips. Then, from one moment to another, in a slow and deliberate motion; He pushed you down, hovering over you completely, his eyes opening to roam around and take a look at your petite complexion under his body.

'Hello there.' He said, putting up a smug expression, which you always thought was stupid; your eyes also opening to give him a smile, arms wrapping around his neck as soon as you got the opportunity, reaching up to nuzzle your nose agaisnt his in a tender way. 'Hm, hi dummy.' You said in return, chuckling at the way his hands were already making themselves a part of you, running them up and down your torso, sneaking under your shirt even, his thumbs soothing the skin in circular motions as his lips pressed on your face a few times—down to your jawline, your neck..

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Your hands played with the hairs on the back of his neck at the same time, which made him shiver to say the least, your touch light as a feather as always; your lips parting once more, but this time to leave a few heavy breaths. He always knew how to make you feel completely cherished—the world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you.

You felt how he slid off your shirt, and you helped him by lifting up your arms for him. He couldn't help but smile at the sight before him, your skin radiant, glowing softly in the light of the only thing on in the room. 'If only I had you like this whenever I wanted..' He told you in a quiet, reverent tone. But the only thing you could do was to respond with another kiss, this time, letting him enter his tongue in your honeyed mouth—you also tried to work to get his top off, clutching agaisnt the fabric as he pushed himself closer against you for a moment, making you want more.

Once he finally let you take off the piece of clothing, your hands instantly went to gently sway along his chest, up and down, your touch a soft melody for him. 'I could kiss you for hours, never get tired of you.' He cooed right on your ear, before his hands glided gracefully towards your hips, making them buck upwards for him to pull down the thin pajama pants you decided to wear earlier for comfort. At his words, of course you had to look away—he always got to make your face flush up after any interaction, as small as it was. And you secretly loved it.

Once you were laying there, on your panties, he grabbed ahold of you effortlessly, melting into a hug as a hand caressed the side of your leg. 'How small, hm? you fit so perfectly in my arms.. exactly where you're supposed to be.' Bill said lowly—The way his voice reached you, so tender and calm, made you feel so safe.

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You closed your eyes once you felt his hips shoving together into yours, having to bite back a moan; your hands betraying yourself, shakily moving them down towards his waist, pulling at the waistband of his sweats, letting him know that's what you wanted, along a nod of your head.

Your hearts beat in harmony for a moment, his eyes searching for yours again for any sort of confirmation again, but you just pressed yourself on his erection once more, making him sigh. 'I want it.' You said, just so there wouldn't be any more questioning, and as soon as those words slip out of your mouth, he also gave you a nod—getting off you for a moment before he actually ended up in his briefs in front of you.

He looked so sweet even like that, you smiled. Your fingers reaching for him again to keep him on top of you once more, just so this time you'd feel his clothed dick riding up and down your heat. Your eyes fluttered shut, he always took his time to make sure you were all ready for him, even though you didn't need it half of the time.. The desire within you two was incredible at this point, it could be felt all over the room and you bet anyone walking around outside that night did too.

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He was growing crazier each time by the way you felt against him, even if it was some simple friction, he felt like it drove him right to the edge. He moved a hand down to the elastic of your panties, toying with it till he just decided to pull them off carefully, setting them away.. you opened your legs for him some more, so shamelessly, showing him exactly what he was about to dive into. 'Oh god..' He breathed, his mind all fuzzy already as he reached for you; rubbing his fingertips all over your slit, lubricating them with your already wet folds.

You also managed to reach down onto him, sneaking your hand under his underwear to grab ahold of his cock, not making much effort to pull it out, bouncing up towards his low abdomen.—You licked your lips, starting to move from his shaft to the tip, squeezing at it gently, just to get a drop of his precum, watching intently with an open mouth.. the same expression that he had on his face, amazed by the way your hand worked to make him feel good as he slid a finger inside of you, that's when you couldn't help but moan out, your head sinking down onto the pillows. 'Yeah? like this, baby?' He asked you, just to get your approval, to know if you needed any more preparation. Your grip just got tighter around him, humming in anticipation. 'Yes, yes.. make love to me.' You purred to him, lifting your head up just so you could search for his mouth again, iterwining in another kiss—your answer being enough for him to readjust himself better in between your legs, placing one of them around his waist as he pushed himself into your tight entrance, your foreheads pressing together along a loud sound coming from you two, making it hard to keep going with the kiss.

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'You feel so good.. so soft.' Bill whispered to you, as his inches dragged along into your tender walls slowly, taking his time, feeling you so close to him. Your hands laid across his back, your nails gently tracing and leaving a trail of warmth on his skin, which seemed to shiver beneath your touch. He moved one of his hands to your face, wanting to look at it while he pounded into you, wanting to admire the way your face lit up as he made you feel so good as well—his fingers brushing through your hair for a moment, each touch feeling like a promise; The promise of his heart never falling out of love for you.

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You were completely breathless at this point, the frenetic moves of his interlocked with yours, your hips moving in circles as he set a pace on you, fucking you slowly but with each thrust, he just went deeper, and harder; just how you liked. Bill was already dissolving into pleasure by the way you moved under him—trying to clench around him as much as you could.

'You're doing so beautifully.' He praised, almost in a stutter, quietly—which made you throw your head back. The sound of his voice, almost whiny when he was at the edge had you in a trance, wanting to feel him even more, much more.

'I think I'm gonna—' You tried to speak, but he was already attaching his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure to his kneading just to make it more intense for you, much more.

Bill pound his hips into yours, losing the rhythm of before as his own climax approached, giving you an encouraging smirk. 'Don't worry baby, let go.. I've got you.' He whispered, which lead to a much louder sound coming from his lips, when he shoot his massive load into you, your legs immediately going up to your chest—your eyes rolling back at the immense dissolve of pleasure, leaving trails of fire under your chest.

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And you smiled lazily, feeling the gentleness of his presence soon beside you on the bed again, the warmth coming from his body like a quiet embrace, your connection between the both was smooth,—His hands were now more steady, reaching to have you close to his chest, his body enveloping yours along a kiss on the forehead. 'I adore you.' He told you, before you two set off in a deep sleep shortly after.

schwerelos by devilish

What's wrong with Tumblr trying to censor me.. is this happening to anyone else?!

OH MY GOD MY LUNGS AND HEART HAVE FAILED.. THIS IS THE SPIRIT OF GOD THAT I AUTOMATICALLY FELL TO MY KNEES

I want to see you break like porcelain,

I want your breath to be taken out of your lungs when you see me appear in front of you.

Look at me; fear in your eyes as I'm cooing in your ear.

'It's alright, I'll be done soon.'

I'm very sad at the thought of going to hell for reading this, but while I was passionate about reading, I was in heaven, so everything is deserved

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2011.

★ Female reader.

★ Sub!Reader, Dom!Bill.

★ Teasing, orgasm denial.

| Under request.

Summary: < Bill has been on tour for months, you miss him so much one night you can't take it anymore and you begin to pleasure yourself; But he comes back right at that moment and decides he needs to show you that you can't do it without his help. >

—Lost in you.

It's been a long day, you're laying on the big bed of your shared apartment with your boyfriend after having taken a shower moments before. Your naked body agaisnt the cold sheets, your hands splaying over the soft them.. Suddenly, Bill came to your mind.

<What could he be doing right now?> You thought to yourself. You knew he was coming back home from tour soon, but you didn't know how soon was that exactly. The only thing you knew was that you missed him so bad, and opening his chat to see the pictures he sent you in between concerts or reminiscing your last time together wasn't helping at all.

You felt needy, totally tormented; you had to have him soon in your arms in order to feel complete again.. your hand started to wander down your chest, your nails raking at the soft skin of your tits, immediately dazed by the way you remembered him touching you. Your eyes closed immediately, your hand reaching between your legs without hesitation. There, your middle finger glided along your slit shamelessly, feeling the wetness of yourself, spreading it all over your cunt before you started working yourself up, immediately sparking in pleasure. You couldn't believe you were doing this after so long, you usually wouldn't need to pleasure yourself because there he was to soothe your fire everytime.. but this time it was different.

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Before you started to feel completely breathless, you suddenly heard the door creaking open.. and there he was, staring down at you with an expression that made you tense up immediately. So you quickly let yourself go, sitting up on the bed as if he's never seen your naked body before. 'W-What are you doing here? I thought you were still on tour..' You managed to let out after putting yourself together, blinking your eyes rapidly as your legs pressed agaisnt each other, trying to deny the undeniable. 'Still on tour? no.' He spoke up after what seemed minutes, shaking his head slowly. You cleared your throat and started to shift on the bed to stand back up and give him a proper welcome, but he had another plan. He was already pushing you back down onto the mattress, letting go of his leather jacket which he'd throw somewhere in the room. 'Now, why don't you better tell me what you were doing.. hm?' Bill whispered to you, letting his breath tickle your ear, while his hand went to cup your cheek. You were so desperate you couldn't help but let out a ragged breath at such possessive words, your hands instinctively going to his shoulders, his body pinning yours down.

'I missed you so much.. I couldn't wait, come on.' You tried to convince him, already knowing what would happen next just by seeing the way he licked his lips in such a lustful way; which made you hold back a moan, you wanted that tongue on yours so bad, anywhere on your body. He let out a breathy laugh at your occurrence, but he didn't seem to give a damn. 'You didn't actually cum, did you?' He asked this time, as if it was the only thing that mattered to him.. Somehow, it didn't work out in his mind that you could make yourself come without his help—so you shook your head repeteadly at his question, opening up your legs for him just to let him see the mess that you were for him, your cunt already dripping by just hearing his voice. 'But you were trying to, huh. That's enough to not let you get through with it now.' You shivered at what he said, whining out when he grabbed you by the hips, readjusting your body so his knee would start pressing agaisnt your core - Goosebumps running all over you as he finally leaned down to take you in a crushing kiss; your tongue swirling and massaging agaisnt his, almost fucking your mouth with it, but you just parted your lips further, giving him full access of yourself.

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His lips paused agaisnt yours for a moment, breathing in each other's air before he started to push his knee further, immediately making you gasp, wanting more, so much more than just some friction agaisnt his leg. 'I'm so swollen already.. ugh, please.' You managed to let out in between hot breaths, your tongue picking his drool on the corners of your mouth as you looked up at him, giving him such a lewd scene to look at. But Bill pushed his knee back, which made you buck your hips—at the same time that he was already getting rid of his clothes, just to tease you more. 'You're gonna get just what you deserve, engelchen. Don't worry.' His dark eyes interlocked with yours, knowing already that it was gonna be a long night.. not that you didn't prefer it; your stomach filling with an unusual excitement and anticipation.

While Bill tossed away his clothes, you took a moment to appreciate just how handsome he was, the way the black eyeshadow decorated his deep brown eyes, his veiny hands moving everywhere.. you've missed his body so much it was almost unbearable to look and not touch him at all; but once you were about to reach to him with both hands, he grabbed your wrists in a sudden move, catching them together above your head just with one of his large hands, fingers tightening when you tried to move. 'There you go, I thought I said I'd give you what you deserve, not what you want.' He emphasized with a smug smile on his lips once he saw you couldn't move under his grip.

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With his loose hand, he reached for his hardness, pulling it out his briefs so he could pump it for a few times, making you look hungrier than you were before, almost whimpering at the sight of it. You needed it so bad, his touch, his cock rearranging your insides.. but all you could do was to watch. Your mouth soon ran dry, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist just to pull him closer—because it was everything you could do right now. 'Please, touch me.. I swear I'll do better, I know you want to, please.' You tried to persuade him once more, digging your fingernails into the own palm of your hands, your hips moving in circles till he finally dragged a hand down to your pussy; his fingers running across your folds so deliciously, barely touching exactly where you most wanted.. your mouth opened up again to let out a sonorous whimper, arching your back, your clit aching to be touched. He kept rubbing from his shaft to the tip slowly the entire time, deviously, feeling hazy because he knew just how much he was making you suffer right now, how desperate you looked, and he loved it.

He let out a cruel chuckle when your eyes started to fill with tears, pleading for something more. 'You can't take it anymore, you need me to fill you up so bad huh.. Am I wrong?' He blurted out, setting himself closer in between your legs, forcing them open as he bent down to make his cock touch your entrance; and just when you thought he was gonna push it inside, catching yourself already nodding eagerly for it—He just started gliding it along your pussy lips, up and down.. feeling how his tip flicked up on your clit everytime he moved his hips forward, and you threw your head back, moaning and letting out incohorent words.

You were so sure you could just come by the friction, but as soon as you were gonna tell him that you were gonna do so, he immediately backed away, 'No, no no.' You sobbed out, legs kicking, and you saw him shaking his head 'no' as he hovered over you once more to start pressing kisses down your neck. 'Please, I was close.. I need you inside of me, I-' You begged over and over again, his hand laying on the side of your face just to soothe you, before he purred; 'You want me that bad, aw baby..' he knew damn well he couldn't take his own teasing any longer, not when he's been months away from you, craving your touch as much as you've craved his all this time.

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So after leaving a few more wet kisses around your neck, taking his time to savor your already salty skin due to the sweat, dipping his tongue into your collarbone—He finally pushed himself into your tender flesh, his cock completely disappearing into you as you tried to hold onto him after the incredible jolt of pleasure you felt right at that same moment.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders tightly, trying to adjust to his size as you arched your back up to meet with his chest, both of you enjoying how you were responding to each other's touch as you two moaned in unison. Bill couldn't hold onto his self control any longer, thrusting deep into you at an almost brutal pace, the headboard smashing agaisnt the wall as loud sounds filled the entire room.

His hands moved frantically across your body, squeezing tight on your hardened peaks occasionally and going to hold on your hips to keep you in place as he fucked you in that same desperate tempo. 'Hm! I'm gonna.. oh god,' You felt yourself losing composure, the heat spreading under your skin as you tried to hold back your moans, but it was almost impossible when he was pounding into you with no impediment.

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Bill could feel you spasming under him, acknowledging you were at your absolute edge, no turning back now—He moved his fingers under your chin, just so you'd look into each other's face when you did so. And after a few more aching thrusts both of you ended up orgasming, his seed pushed deep inside of you as your fingers went to tangle into his hair, your breath hitching at the ecstatic feeling of his dick pulsing inside of you, something you've forgotten while he was gone. 'Fuck.. I never thought I could live without this for so long.' He grunted, and then he swallowed hard—his body going limp agaisnt yours, closing his eyes as your arms wrapped around him, keeping him in place on top of you.

A/N: Might be kind of short, but I'm trying to improve the quality of my writing. :)

I'm bragging about my friend ;)

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. ]

Hello!! I support any activity here, from fics to everything you listed, even edits. I think you need to come back, doing what you think is right, in any case, when everyone finds out that you are back, everyone will support you!

By the way, if someone is bored and lonely, then everyone can look into the new community, it is quiet there, but with the help of each person it can be fixed.

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I want to still have a place in this fandom and community but I’m not sure what id like to do. I know if I write it won’t do aswell as it did before and I’ll never be as consistent on posting. I’ve considered edits but I’m not the best at editing 🫠

Maybe I can do my “me and Tom” posts again with mood boards/aesthetic that pertain to a certain aesthetic and situation but with all the members.

Help me decide 💔

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