He's So Adorable, I Could Eat Him

I had to change my clothes after that, I'm not kidding

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2010 x reader.

★ Gender neutral.

★ Breeding kink.

★ Sex in public spaces.

—I want you so bad.

Bill is always asking for your body, no matter the time, no matter the place. He always wants a piece of you, and even though you'll tease him and tell him how dirty he is for always wanting to touch you, to feel you; He doesn't care, he knows he's gross, he knows he's an addict for you, but he won't hide it, as a matter of fact, he doesn't give a damn. He'll grope you no matter what and tell you to be quiet when you try to 'resist' him, even though you don't really put up a fight. 'Don't play dumb, sweetheart. You know you like to take me.' He tells you, already out of breath at the sight of you looking up at him with those eyes, those eyes that he swore drove him right to the edge.

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But In his head though, it's entirely your fault, the way you sway your hips when you walk, the way your clothes hug onto your body. You're the one who's setting him up all the time, making him the way he is, a rabid dog for you, desperate, you can't get that off his head. So whenever you two are alone, no matter how short that moment is, wether that means backstage before a concert, or a reunion with friends.. He'll push you up onto anything close to both of you and beg you over and over to use you. Because he knows how much you like him to beg you, even though he knows you'll give in everytime. 'Come on.. just this once, we won't make any noise, please.' He promises, even though you already know that's not true.

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So of course, you'll end up letting him. Bill would unbuckle himself immediately, pushing down his pants along his boxers, barely to his thighs, they were already messed up with his precum. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight. 'Look at what you do to me.' His cock is always hard and throbbing for you, ready to stick it in you whenever he likes; just enough to having to slide your panties to the side and push himself into you immediately after.

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He would throw his head back everytime, no matter how much he got to fuck you, it always sent him in a trance. 'So tight.' Bill loved to feel how he was filling you up, it was most probably one of the best things in the world [according to him] He'd curse under his breath whenever his thick cum dripped out of your hole, he just watched it, as if he was almost mesmerized—mouth wide open, trying to make the less sound as possible, even covering your mouth at the same time, wanting to pound into you over and over again just to see how much of his cum you could hold inside of you. 'God, look at the mess you made'. He snickered, everytime he saw you squirm around his cock as he kept it inside; still pulsating, aching to feel you all over again. 'Wanna make me cum again, hm?.' He'd tell you once you were a shaking mess under him, but he wasn't done with you yet.

Not at all. ୧ ⊹︶︶

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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.

SO FUCKING REAL

Where my girls at..

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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. :)

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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

—Bill with spikes & black fur, my favorites

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. ]

My interest is fascinated by the fact that in space, in this universe, there's so much that is unknown, as well as in the future of human. The galaxy is so big, there are so many stars in the sky - this is a multitude of people on earth, and each one emits its own grain of light. If the birth of a new person gives rise to the ignition of a new star in the sky, then we all exist according to galactic laws - we are born, live, are attracted to, repel each other, die. It is strange that I always felt attracted to the star that wasn't born on the same day as me, but to the one in whose constellation I would shine brighter from her divinity, she's especially close to me even at a incredible distance

— Edit; humqnoid on TikTok.

IT'S SO REAL!!!