OH MY GOD, IT'S A PICTURE OF BILL.. MY HEART STOPS BEATING PROPERLY. I REALLY NEED HIM SO BAD!!!

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.

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I SCREAM INTO THE PILLOW, TRYING TO SUFFOCATE MYSELF WITH IT

Lust at first bite

IT'S SO REAL!!!

Path to Redemption

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x female reader

GENRE: fluff & smut

SYNOPSIS: The young man's dry lips touched your neck with a smeared kiss, and the man's hand rested on your narrow waist, feeling the pleasant silk fabric under the pads of his fingers. “Am I forgiven?” Bill asked hopefully, continuing to kiss your slender neck. “I don't know,” You said mockingly, turning your head to the side, meeting the black eyes opposite.

WARNINGS: drunk sex

A/N: english is not my native language! It's a bit short and without details, sorry. I want to thank everyone very much for such activity, it's the first time for me to receive so much attention, thank you all very much!!

A light breeze gently penetrated into the bedroom, bringing with it the freshness of springtime. The silence, interrupted from time to time by the passing sounds of cars, created a calm atmosphere. The wall clock, which had already marked one o'clock ten minutes ago, reminded of the passing time. In the midst of all this, in a comfortable hotel room, you were quietly falling asleep, comfortably wrapped in starched snow-white blankets. You were breathing peacefully, periodically turning from one side to the other. But the sound of the door opening, as well as the attempt to close it as quietly as possible, was clearly a failure, because your sensitive hearing detected the appearance of someone else. This "someone" clumsily tried to take off his huge black shoes, and also grumbled with displeasure at the next setback.

You recognized that grunting and barely heard swearing in German right away. Sleepily standing on the cold floor, you gave up trying to find your slippers, going to the source of the sounds with your bare feet. The culprit of your unlucky dream was leaning on a locker in the hallway, trying to keep his balance, which obviously wasn't going well. The young man was standing with his back hunched over, and the familiar light windbreaker had long been lying a little apart from the shelf. You crossed your arms, watching your boyfriend's clumsiness, as well as his futile attempts to do something.

“Help?” Suddenly, a woman's voice made Bill start and turn around sharply. You were standing nearby in a dark blue nightgown, watching with a barely visible grin.

Exhaling in relief, the guy broke into a drunken smile. “Baby, you scared me.” He replied hoarsely, straightening up.

“Can you imagine how you scared me with your loud bang? I thought someone was after me!” You chuckled, coming closer.

“I'm sorry. I really tried to be as quiet as possible..” With typical Kaulitz sincerity, he apologized, lowering his head.

You softened your gaze by taking a man's hand in yours. “I heard you got hurt during the concert today, does it hurt much?” You asked with genuine concern, running your fingers over Bill's bandaged hand.

“It's okay, but I almost fainted from the sight of blood.” The brunette giggled.

“And you decided to forget what you saw with the help of booze? Or what? You usually prefer not to drink too much, but now you can't even take off your shoes on your own!” You shook your head, squatting down, helping him out of the high platform of his favorite boots.

“I didn't mean to. The guys just insisted and wouldn't let go!” Somehow taking off his uncomfortable shoes, the guy continued: “I told them that my princess was waiting for me, but they didn't believe it..”

“Just don't suck up now. You know perfectly well that I'm angry!” You furrowed your eyebrows, continuing: “I was hoping that at least today we would spend the evening together, but instead, you're back with your band, which you're almost married to!” Rolling your eyes, you blurted out, walking back towards the bedroom.

Kaulitz immediately hurried after your departing figure, tripping over the damn carpet in his manner. A guy on his own often bumps into something, and if he's not sober, he can fall or injure himself out of the blue. Cursing the stupid carpet, Bill followed you into the bright bedroom and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed with your back to him. And he's willing to bet that you're frowning at the panoramic window right now, pursing your lips into a thin line. After standing at the door for a while, he slowly walked deeper into the small room, sitting on the edge of the bed on the opposite side. The singer's head was spinning now because of the whiskey he had drunk, and nothing came to mind but to crawl up from behind and hug the fragile female shoulders, circling, hugging.

“Well, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to upset you..” He apologized softly, hugging you tighter, burying himself somewhere in your collarbone. You didn't say anything, still sitting with your arms crossed. “Do you want to come back here to Paris after the world tour? Just you and me. What do you say?” Kaulitz was already taking more significant actions. If only the ice between you would melt and you would stop sulking.

“Really?” You asked the question softly, with a less caustic tone.

“It's really true..” The brunette whispered in your ear, feeling the girl's tense shoulders relax, meaning that the guy had found a point of contact. The young man's dry lips touched your neck with a smeared kiss, and the man's hand rested on your narrow waist, feeling the pleasant silk fabric under the pads of his fingers.

“Am I forgiven?” Bill asked hopefully, continuing to kiss your slender neck.

“I don't know,” You said mockingly, turning your head to the side, meeting the black eyes opposite: “I still have an unpleasant sediment.” Your slender hand touched the singer's sharp cheekbone, gently stroking.

“I will do everything so that you no longer feel this "sediment".” The young man said reassuringly, before clinging to your parted lips. The native taste with notes of the distant sensation of "Glenfarclas" on the tongue surprised you. How long does Scottish alcohol last that even after such a long time you can catch the familiar taste of bitterness. Every touch of the skin, every movement of the lips is perceived by your senses, making you tremble from the energy that permeates from the inside. Bill ran his hot tongue over your lower lip, as usual, pulled in your upper lip, and then deepened the kiss to the bright stars in your eyes.

Kaulitz gradually moved to your sharp collarbones, slightly biting the pale skin, leaving small marks. You tilted your head to the side, giving more space for the greedy kisses that the German so passionately gave. Soft moans escaped from your lips, your eyelashes trembled slightly with pleasure, the thin strap of your nightgown was brazenly lowered under the influence of Bill's hands, exposing elastic female breasts. Completely relaxed, you leaned against the guy with your whole body, and, placing your head on his shoulder, moaned once again when Bill's cold palms touched your erect nipples. The contrast between hot breath on your neck and cold hands on your chest made your head spin, and Bill's arousal pressing against your lower back made it clear that you weren't the only one in a difficult position right now.

The manicured nails of the guy scratched the inside of your thigh, adding sharpness. Bill bit his lips until they bled, just not to moan with you in unison, because just the feeling of a pliant body in his own hands, caressing sighs full of pleasure, and the damn strong pressure of tight jeans pushed him to whine pitifully with impatience. Cold hands picked you up and laid you on the bed, and Kaulitz himself hung over you, looking at you with undisguised lust. He wanted to tear off the remnants of the rags hiding your seductive girlish body, and with the same fervor squeeze you into himself, taking everything without a trace. But instead, the brunette slowly lifted the hem of your dress up, throwing the already noticeably wet underwear aside. You were incredibly glad that the lights were off and you wouldn't have to be embarrassed by your nakedness again. But even so, the singer still stared there, licking his lips hungrily.

“Devil! Bill, stop looking! How many times have I asked!” Shyly squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to close your thighs. But the man's hands crossed the desire to hide, spreading your legs back anyway.

“It's not the first time we've done this, so why are you still so shy?” The German chuckled, continuing: ”You're just very beautiful..”

“God, spare me such compliments, especially those made at such a moment!” With your eyes fixed on the side, you asked.

“Good. I will not. Just don't stop looking at me.”Cuddling between my thighs, the guy gave me an ultimatum. Your eyes met the deep black depths again, into which it seemed it would be ideal to plunge and stay forever in this mysterious darkness.

“And why do you get so bold when you drink? You don't set any conditions for me when you're sober.”

Kaulitz didn't say anything, just gently brushed his lips over your inner thigh, knocking your breath away. The coffee-colored eyes still seemed to stare into your very soul, and the rough tongue stroked your crotch tightly, tearing a sweet moan from you. The wet flesh took the caresses extremely well, constantly contracting as his metal piercing bead teasingly slid over your sensitive spot. Pressing his fingers against the front wall of your vagina, Bill found the G spot and continued to stimulate your clitoris with his tongue.

The room was filled with wet sounds, vulgar smacking and feminine sighs. The hot tongue collected the plentifully flowing lubricant, preventing at least one drop of the thick liquid from leaking. Your hands are buried in the guy's black, coarse hair, generously varnished, pulling his face closer. Your hips instinctively moved towards him in order to enhance the sensations. The pace increased and the moans became louder each time, signaling that very soon you would reach the peak. Kaulitz knew all your weaknesses too well, and he took advantage of them. Not a single movement of the nimble tongue remained unnoticed, causing an irresistible range of emotions.

“Bill..” You whispered his name, thereby tearing down the German's tower completely. He fucking loved it when you moaned his name uncontrollably. “I'm going to..” Your toes curled up, your back arched, and a high-pitched scream indicated that you had reached your climax. You collapsed back onto the pillow, panting and squinting your eyes. Bill pulled away from your limp body, finally licking the remnants of lube on his lips, looking with shining eyes at the work done, and the result, without words, was excellent. Kaulitz's trademark half-smile formed by itself, too pleased, cat-sweet.

“Do I deserve your forgiveness now?” He whispered, running his nose over your cheekbone.

“Quite.” You chuckled wearily. Your gaze dropped to Bill's jeans, which were still bulging with an erection, causing a quiet laugh. “Come to me..” You pulled him towards you, luring him into a kiss.

The whole night is still ahead.

I fear I have something inappropriate to say.

Tom's expression.. dilf dilf dilf. And Bill's black short hair, yum. I love this era so bad. Safe to say it's one of my favorite ones!

Perfection, if you ask me

SO REAL OMG

I don't like the typical beauty standards this society forces us into, instead I search for something unique and unusual like you☆

It all describes me in such a way that it's no wonder why I love our boys so much, their lyrics are always so real

𖥟Billy's California High monologue:

I can't believe I'm here again, this is not the way it's supposed to be. This time it's really over.

I have to move on, this is the end. I believe in love and, nothing but love.

The big kind of love, the over-the-top kind of love. The overwhelming and out of control kind of love.

The 'I would do anything for you' kind of love. So, why should I settle?

I'll keep searching for you.

No one said finding true love would be easy, so here I stand, alone and with broken wings.

Will it happen to me? so my heart can finally heal. What about you? hope you find someone too.

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