I Fear I Have Something Inappropriate To Say.

BILL IS SO CHARMING THAT I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S AN ANGEL OR A DEMON, BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER. ANY HEAVEN WILL BE TOO SCORCHING AND TORMENTING NEXT TO HIM. ANY HELL WILL BE ALLURING AND VOLUPTUOUS NEXT TO HIM. AND BILL IN THIS ERA LITERALLY MAKES MY KNEES HIT THE GROUND EVERY TIME I SEE HIM

I was used to the way her scent made me feel—

The dry ache in my throat, the hollow yearn in my stomach, the automatic tightening of my muscles, the excess flow of venom in my mouth.

Guardian of Shadows

PAIRINGS: guardian angel Bill 2009 x female reader

GENRE: smut

SYNOPSIS: Bill is a young man who crashed in a terrible accident 30 years ago. Bill is always smiling, patient and calm. He is vulnerable, romantic and once happy but.. In the last years of working, being your guardian angel, he only feels despair, deep despair, regret that he cannot show himself to you, cannot touch you, cannot feel the heat of your body. Because it's wrong, it's so far away and it doesn't matter.

WARNINGS: gentle sex, p in v, voyeurism

A/N: english is not my native language! I wanted to write an angst, but it turned into something that I was ashamed to write, especially for the first time

The room is shrouded in thick darkness, obscuring all objects in the room, and only a laptop with unfinished project work was still on the bedside table, with the screen turned into the wall - you didn't want to stumble upon pervert hackers.

You are lying on a cool bed, a young girl, gently clutching the sheets and breathing heavily. Your thoughts are spinning in your head at breakneck speed, and your shoulders are so tired of the burden of educational materials and the endless work of the florist. You decide to let yourself relax a little, at least to distract yourself from the annoying problems with finances and philosophy debts.

A woman's hand gently and weightlessly slides up and down the clitoral mound, while soft sighs escape from heavy lungs. Hips kept swinging weakly, and at particularly sensitive moments they jumped above the tenderness of the sheet, however, this was not enough, not enough. Couldn't get enough of everything that the hand was doing, would have liked something more, not so childish and innocent, something sharp, harsh, rude.

Wavy, short hair was scattered on the pillow in different directions, eyes were closed and eyebrows were pulled together. Chest and flat stomach often heaved, as if they were swinging on a child's swing, and loose shorts slid closer to the groin area, exposing thighs due to knees bent at an acute angle. Fingers tried to wander faster and sharper, but the desired relief still wouldn't come. A sigh of despair escapes from chest, circling in the air, and beckoning him.

He heard how bad you were. He was always there for you, always gently squeezing your shoulders, trying to cheer you up, but you never saw or felt him. And it was so frustrating, it made suffocate in despair and slip back into the dark corner of the room, watching from afar. Maybe it was a chance to help. To make you finally see, finally feel his presence next to you.

Bill is a young man who crashed in a terrible accident 30 years ago. Bill is always smiling, patient and calm. He is vulnerable, romantic and once happy but.. In the last years of working, being your guardian angel, he only feels despair, deep despair, regret that he cannot show himself to you, cannot touch you, cannot feel the heat of your body. Because it's wrong, it's so far away and it doesn't matter.

You're about to turn 20, and it's been 20 years since he's been your guardian, and 20 years since you even knew he existed. There is a limit to everything.

He rushes towards you, from the dark corner of your room, exhausted by the desire to touch your girlish body. Bill was the same age when he died, when his whole family mourned him at the coffin, while his portrait smiled at them from the tombstone.

You shudder and your eyes open wide in disbelief, your cheeks burn with shame and your hands tremble under his tenacious grip. You know him. He came to you in your dreams and made you happy. He's sure that you imagined his image when you were satisfying yourself. But now it's his turn to make you feel good, to make you scream his name. And don't care what the Supreme Court says, don't care what the celestials and God say. He's finally going to be with you.

Your slender hands bury themselves in his dark white dreadlocks, pull his hair back and he moans, pressing his whole ghostly body against you. He kisses you softly, runs his tongue over your tender bitten lips and collects tiny droplets of blood.

You pull him towards you and whisper. “You haven't appeared in my dreams for a long time.. I was worried.”Of course you were worried. And he personally saw how every morning, waking up and not seeing him next to you, you cried into your pillow, hugging tightly and imagining that it was him.

Bill kisses you soothingly on the forehead and gently pulls off your clothes, enjoying how damn cute you are, embarrassed, trying to cover up. He takes your hands away and kisses you, gently and lovingly, taking your wet fingers into his mouth. You sigh, tremble all over, and breathe convulsively into his neck. He explores your whole body, without taking his dark eyes off your face, sinking lower, lower, lower..

You jump as if you've been electrocuted, and strong arms hold you in place. The bulky cold rings on his fingers painfully dig into your delicate skin, but this is offset by his plump, hot lips on you, below. His lips pull in the bead of your clitoris and gently, gently kiss your folds, running his sharp tongue between them.

He gently strokes the inside of your thighs with his long fingers, tracing patterns on them that are invisible and only understandable to him, his tongue penetrates inside. Bill is pleased to hear you repeat his name over and over again, like a mantra or prayer before God. Although.. To hell with God. Today he is your god, and no one else.

Your warm thighs gently squeeze his head as he connects his angelic fingers with tongue, penetrating deep into your heart, sucking your tenderness with his tongue. Your hands slide between his strands of hair, gently massaging his scalp and drawing contented sighs from him, which immediately mix with your own.

Your whole body is covered in his bites and the scarlet spots that he left you as a gift. His own shoulders were completely bitten, and it was a stigma, the best stigma of his life. Better than what God left on his left forearm. Much better.

His angelic robes are lying on the floor, in the darkness of the room, mixed with your short shorts and a black T-shirt. You are innocent, and he knows this better than anyone, because he was with you 24/7, all 168 hours in seven days. You sob as he slides smoothly into you, trying to move away so as not to feel the pain, and he whispers in your ear, holding you tight and letting you get used to him.

You run your fingers through his hair, examining every inch of his body to memorize forever. You jerk your hips and Bill gets blown away..

The room is stuffy, the bed creaks and both are breathing heavily. You squeeze his strong shoulders, hold him as close to you as possible, and whimper. Beads of sweat roll down Bill's back, and he nuzzles your neck, kissing and biting your artery. The fact that both of you are doing this is taboo, it is a mockery of religion and an insult to the almighty, because all angels are innocent. Or it's just an illusion.

You dissolve into him in a long moan, he pours onto your thigh, pressing his whole body against you.

Does anyone have the right to torture our poor boy? I'm willing to do anything for him

omg omg please write smut for sub bill i begggg i need more. i have no plot ideas but like mabye smt like hes begging for u to touch him and stuff omdsa IM SO DOWN FOR SUB BILL

mabye like 2007 era orrr smttt idk what eras youll do

-lulu

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2007.

★ Female reader.

★ Sub!Bill, Dom!reader.

| Second request, I loved writing this one. I live to think about Bill being a bottom :) I can do any era btw.

—At your mercy.

The lights of the apartment were dimly lit, the only light coming from the bedroom, where you were sitting. Bill walked in after a long day, he had been away from you for what felt years—and he never really gets used to it, he's always whining about it and telling you how much he wishes you could just be with him the whole time. It's like he needed your approval for everything, so it was hard when he didn't have you there with him to guide him. He would occasionally call you for every little thing, wether that was for you to choose which clothes he had to wear or to tell you just how much he misses you.

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The thing is, he'd just do whatever you tell him to do, because he was just like that. For him, you were his anchor, the only one who could ground him when it was needed. He lives for your praise, and dreads your disappointment, Bill would always remain devoted to you, no matter what.

And tonight, it wasn't any different. Once he walked into the room and saw you laying there on the bed, with his favorite black nightgown on—as if you were waiting for him, he felt as if his whole world crumbled and all that existed was you. 'I'm back.' He said, kicking off his shoes to the side, giving you one eager smile.. till you spoke up, shifting around the bed so you could look at him from there. 'You took a little too long, don't you think?' You lightly tapped the bed with your fingers, just to let him know that he could come closer to you. And he didn't even hesitate to sit down next to you, his fingers fidgeting with the silky sheets for a moment, already anticipating what would happen next.

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'Yeah, uh.. no, I came as soon as I could, the rehearsal was longer than we expected.' He tried to excuse himself, fluttering his eyelashes for a moment while his gaze averted down to your legs, taking in the shape of you wearing that one piece.. And then you spoke up, taking his chin between your fingers so he could look into your eyes. 'Oh yeah? I guess you didn't miss me that much then.' You talked, you couldn't help the little smile creeping over your face as soon as you saw his reaction; Bill shook his head frantically, moving himself way closer and placing his head on top of your knees, nuzzling the side of his face agaisnt them, letting you know just how much he had really missed you. 'But I did.. It was hell without you. I swear I'll leave faster next time.' He assured you, his lips pressing gentle kisses on the inside of your knee, spreading them upwards as you looked down at him, moving a hand down to the top of his head, gently stroking a few of his hairs, messing them up.

'Come here.' And as soon as you said those words, he sat back up close to you, his arms still down to his sides, he never touched you unless you allowed him to, he knew better than that. You leaned in to kiss him on the lips, the gloss he was wearing immediately stuck on you as he opened his mouth just to give you good access to it. Your hands moved freely to place themselves agaisnt the hem of his shirt, sneaking her hands under to just lightly touch up the skin on his torso, always so soft. 'Always such a good boy for me, aren't you?' You whispered agaisnt his open mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek before you heard him gasp, when you started rubbing your thumb against his already hard nipples—'Yes, yes I am. Just for you-' He mumbled in return, his breath already ragged, his desperation growing at your light touches and the way you watched at him with that smug look on your face. 'Hmm, let's see just how much, shall we?' You grinned, and he nodded his head, willing to prove himself all over again, that he was deserving of you, of your touch.

He let his hands grip on the sheets as he leaned back just a bit, holding himself up while he watched your hands slid off his shirt, throwing it away, and immediately going to sit yourself on him, giving him a better view he could ever ask for.. you weren't wearing any kind of underwear so when you sat down, straddling him completely, your pussy brushed against the visible bulge under his tight jeans. 'Oh please.. can I touch you?' He murmured under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched with a drooling mouth the way your cunt throbbed on him, aching for his touch. You thought about it for a second or two, humming at his pleading words, your hands laying on his chest as you started rocking your hips back and forth, grinding on his erection—your lips immediately parting to let out a moan. 'You wanna touch me baby, hm?' You asked, his head nodding quickly without a second thought, his hand fidgeting with his left nipple for a moment before you caught it in yours, grabbing ahold of two of his fingers to redirect them to his mouth. 'Suck, make 'em wet for me.' After your command, he opened his mouth just as quickly, his tongue out to take his own fingers in, your hand on his wrist pushing and sticking them down with a smirk—making him cough. But he didn't care in the slightest, sucking thoroughly till you let him go, and he reached his hand down to your pussy, licking his own lips to catch the drool on them before he started to dab his wet fingers on your clit, searching for approval with his eyes. 'Like this? am I doing good?' He would ask you everytime he was touching you near your sex, just to hear you say just how good he was, fueling his need to please you.

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, your back arching just enough to give him more acces, your ass rubbing agaisnt his bulge this time around, being more consistent on hearing him moan—his sounds were everything to you. 'Uh mhm, keep going..' You demanded, his fingers moving uncontrollably agaisnt your pussy, searching for your entrance with them, just rubbing along till you suddenly moved your hips up, sitting down straight on his fingers, which made both of you audibly gasp at the same time.

Bill blinked his eyes, biting on his lip at the incredible sight of his drool and some of your juices streaming down your pussy and onto his pants. 'Fuck me with those fingers, c'mon.' And there was nothing else to say, he started moving his fingers inside of you, feeling the way your walls sucked onto them completely, he wanted to feel it so bad on him.. he felt like he couldn't wait any longer, the pleasure already building inside of him just by thinking about it. Meanwhile, your face said it all, his slender fingers hit the spot perfectly as he curled them up, and you kept letting out such lewd sounds, it was making him whimper, his cock pulsing under you. 'Please.. please fuck me, I can't keep going.' He told you, shaking his head no at the simple thought of you not actually sitting on his dick instead.—He needed it so bad.

But you didn't listen, you just kept rolling your hips everytime he moved his fingers in and out of you repeteadly, closing your eyes and grabbing onto the end of your nightgown, also taking it off with a quick move, leaning down to place both hands onto his chest, just so you could whisper closely in his ear. 'Do you think you deserve it, hm? do you think you deserve me letting you cum by fucking my pussy?' Your lips moved down to kiss on his neck, just teasingly dragging your tongue up and down his sensitive skin, his legs already shaking under you.. he whimpered once again right onto your ear, knowing damn well how weak you were for his sounds. 'Please, let me.. I wanna feel you- baby, please. Take them off..' He begged in between whispers, over and over again, his eyes closing as he felt your pussy clenching against his fingers.. he couldn't take it anymore, his precum continuously wetting his boxers.

So you let out a quiet groan, your knees steading yourself up onto the bed just so his fingers would slid out of you, along a soft sound. Then, your hands worked instantly on unbottoning his jeans, his hips also bucking up to help you slid them down along his underwear, his cock immediately bouncing up towards his low abdomen, all hard for you, deliciously looking with precum once again falling off the tip. 'Oh god, how desperate you are for me..' You whispered, your hand going to gently wrap around him, sliding your fingers up and down just gently, spreading his own wetness all over. He was already looking like he was going to cum, with the way he opened his mouth and moaned as you just slightly pumped his dick with your hand. 'Are you sure you can handle me, huh.' You asked, even though you already knew what his answer would be, he was so desperate he didn't care about a single thing—'Yeah.. I promise I- I won't cum yet.' He assured you, already knowing what you meant by your words. His head nodded quickly, his hair falling to his face as he breathed heavily, waiting for your next move.

So as soon as you heard his words, you placed both hands onto his shoulders to steady yourself, and you sat down on him again, this time making his cock push deep inside of you, feeling completely filled by him. Both of you threw your heads backwards, you knew just how much he liked to feel himself inside of you, it always sent him in some kind of trance—you couldn't help but bite you lip at the sight of him trying to compose himself and not cum before you did, because he knew well that he couldn't do so if you didn't give him any sort of permission, and that could lead to you not letting him cum again in days, and even worse, weeks. So he had to hold it in for his own good.

'Feels so good.. so good.' He let out in between loud moans, your skin hitting his everytime you bounced on his dick, leaving him trailing his hands up and down your sides, adoring every inch of skin, every mole, every curve. You set yourself down onto him, instead moving your hips back and forth this time, and he had to hold tight onto you, moving his torso up to meet your upper body, pressing himself agaisnt you. 'I'm gonna cum, please slow down or I'm gonna cum-' He begged once more, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, his black eyeshadow already running down the corner of his eyes. You always managed to make him feel so good, it was like he forgot about everything else, he was useless, completely at your mercy—like everytime you fucked yourself on his dick.

'Aw, you wanna cum so bad.. should I let you?' You started to deliberate, slowly moving yourself back and forth on him, but he looked up at you with those glistening eyes, tears starting to fall from the corner of his eyes all over again, his resolve weakening as he gripped onto your hips, desperate for his release, desperate for you to let him cum. 'Yes! please let me.. I swear I'll be good, I'll be good- oh please.' He mumbled, his eyes rolling back, he couldn't keep it in no more, and as soon as you reached your orgasm first.. your walls clenching this time around his cock, you nodded in approval, digging your nails onto the skin on his chest. 'Cum for me then, c'mon.' You encouraged him, bouncing deeply on him a few times more till he shoot his cum up into you, letting out a needy whimper agaisnt the crook of her neck, where he hid his face.

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He let out a few sniffles, pressing kisses onto your neck weakly, his arms going to wrap around your torso lovingly. 'Thank you, thank you..' Bill whispered, all vulnerable—as you moved up once again to slid yourself off his cock, both of your fluids mixing all together and dripping down to his stomach. 'Such a good boy.' You mumbled against the side of his head, pressing a few kisses onto it, soothing him after your little time together, your fingers running through his hair as both of you fell back down onto the bed, with him on top of you, head on your chest. And he just smiled up at you, looking at you through his lashes like you were everything—your thumb gently wiping away the mess that was his face after you were done with him.

Why not MIAU MIAU

little Bill

|Bill & Tom's BTK app ━╋

Can anyone disagree that it looks magical in this design?

_Closest thing to God I have

𒂭🌑 ever laid my eyes on_

WHERE CAN I BUY A DOLL WITH YOUR APPEARANCE?

Literally me,

I love blythe dolls so bad! they're awfully expensive though. If I wasn't terrible at crafting I'd custom one myself :-)

I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL

Over all these days of existence this post has changed so much, and my love for her has only increased..

Hey! I want moots that are into Tokio Hotel and/or interested in fanfiction, which I'll write often, so keep 'em coming! I'd also like to make friends with my same age range if possible. :)

♡ Dm's always open if any of you wanna talk ♡

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• My community.

| Masterlist at the end of the post. |

I also like other bands such as Bôa, Hole, Jack off Jill, Mazzy star, The Sundays, Cinema Bizarre, Panik, Extremoduro, HIM & She wants revenge! & artists such as Lana del rey, Antonio Orozco, Jeff Buckley, Lady Gaga, Fiona apple, Marina n Shakira.

- About me;

She/Her.

Bill girl, obviously!

I'm nineteen.

Don't interact if anything related nsfw bothers you.

I'm from Spain, so of course that's my first language.

Currently trying to collect all of tokio hotel's discography.

My favorite song rn is Elysa, even though that changes all the time.

Into makeup, 2000s stuff, esoterism n journaling.

My favorite movies are Coraline, Logan & Leon the professional.

I will write sometimes, so feel free to drop your request.

I can write mostly about anything, as long as you give me a detailed plot.

I'll write about all the members, no matter the era as long as they're not underage.

What I won't write about: Twincest or hardcore topics such as; eating disorders, rape, mafia, violence etc..

Masterlist;

Bill Fics:

✧ Bill eats you out ✧ I want you so bad

✧ Held in his hands ✧ At your mercy

✧ Lost in you ✧ Quiet desire

✧ Tenderly yours

— Love don't break me:

✧ 1st chapter