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Holy.....shittttt
♱ 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 ♱
pt.01
IN WHICH…A virgin meets the new priest of her church, father Matt, and her world of all things holy begins to crumble.
WARNINGS… NSFW AHEAD! Religious figures, god is mentioned, Demons, slapping, sex, masturbation, parents being rough with their kids, mind fucking, orgasms, innocent!reader, slight asshole!matt. IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!
APOLOGIZING NOW TO ANYONE WHO IS SUPER RELIGIOUS! THIS IS NOT MEANT TO DISRESPECT ANYONE, I JUST GOT THE IDEA FROM OTHER SMUTS I'VE READ, THE SONG BY PATD!, AND THE MOVIE MOTHER!
Matt has slowly but surely made a name for himself within the clergy and the church attendees.
He had a way with words that seemed to captivate any and everyone he was speaking to, whether it was male or female. His words gave hope, they soothed you, they made you want more, crave it. It wasn't long before the odds worked in his favor and Father Jon gave him a permanent place in the church, letting him jump from being a deacon to a priest. Some of the clergy members had a problem with it, claiming it was unfair for him to jump to such a high rank in a short period of time.
"Proverbs 14:30...A peaceful mind gives life to the body, but jealousy rots the bones."
The way Matt had stated the scripture sounded much more like a threat rather than a piece of advice. His eyes were dark, his posture firm, and a malevolent smirk plastered on his face.
It was that day the clergy knew they shouldn't speak down upon him, he radiated power, a power no one wanted to defy.
He would usually stand side by side with Father Jon, helping preach to the attendees of the church. Other times he was in charge of the confessional, listening to the people confess their sins.
Father Jon quickly became impressed with his knowledge of the righteous path and integrity, So impressed that he offered a teaching position to him.
Matt took the position by thanking Father Jon with a firm handshake, grateful for the opportunity to teach the young minds of the right way to live.
For the next few months, he taught the senior class. He wasn't strict when teaching, he was laid back for the most part, but he made it a point that he wouldn't tolerate disrespect toward him or Christ. Instead of tests, he opted for long lectures and presentations. His way of teaching made the students love him, they participated in class willingly and showed him the utmost respect. The girls in the senior class were ecstatic about having Father Matt as their teacher, swooning and whispering about him at any given moment.
They fell victim to his charm.
They would call him cute, bring him slices of pies and cake they made themselves, they even talked about marrying him one day and raising their children in the church.
The only one who wasn't following suit in the schoolgirl crush was Y/n.
Now don't get her wrong, she could admit he was attractive, but he was too attractive.
There was something off about him that she couldn't place her finger on.
She would hear whispering whenever she was too close to him, the voices sounding hushed and scratchy. She would see glimpses of shadow people in her peripheral. Most of the time they were standing in the corners, looming over students, or simply sitting at Father Matt's side.
And worst of all...she began to have impure thoughts.
Images of them kissing under the tree in the park would pop into her head, vivid glimpses of his hand trailing along her shoulder only to drop down to her breast...She would see brief glimpses of them rolling around in bed, naked.
It scared her and intrigued her all at the same time. She had never had an impure thought like this before, and she blamed him....But she also wanted to expand on these thoughts.
She knew it was wrong, if God even looked inside her mind she would be stricken down and laid to rest.
"Just like that Angel, so good f'me." He groaned in her ear as she took all of him, inch by inch. Y/n whimpered at the burning but pleasurable ministration that was happening between her thighs, craving more, feining for it.
He thrust into her harshly, her back arching as a strangled cry left her throat. He kept going, feeding off of her cries and pleas, gripping her sides harshly and leaving indentations into the soft supple skin
She felt something forming in the pit of her stomach, the pressure so large she felt like she was going to scream and pass out all at once.
"Let go Angel, let go for your god" He whispered in her ear, a wicked grin across his face. Her eyes clenched shut as she let out a loud and strangled moan.
"Y/N!"
She's snapped back to reality, blinking profusely as she tries to figure out what's going on. She looks around and notices all of her classmates staring at her, some snickering, others with judgment.
She feels the brown flesh on her face heat up in embarrassment, her eyes finally landing on Matt whose already fixed on her.
He's staring at her as if he knows what she was imagining.
"I-I'm sorry, what was the question?" She asks nervously. Matt crosses his arms and licks over his teeth, his eyes narrowing. "You should be paying attention in class Y/n. Spending your time daydreaming instead of learning about your God is disrespectful, and what do I not tolerate?"
She can't help but shrink in on herself from his harsh words, her gaze now cast downward, " d-disrespect towards you o-or God..." Her voice is meek, a clear indication of fright from being reprimanded.
He hums and stares at her for a few seconds before continuing with his lecture.
The day soon ends, the girl quickly making her way through the church to go home. However, she's stopped by Father Jon himself.
"Y/n."
"A-afternoon Father." He smiles at her polite words, but soon turns serious. "Father Matt told me about your little situation today in class. You're never distracted, is everything alright?"
She glances at him nervously before looking down at her shoes. Father Jon can see something is tearing the girl apart, he's known her since she was born and knows this is out of character for her.
"Do you need to confess?"
A barely seeable nod is given, her eyes still cast downward.
"Why don't you go confess? Maybe that will ease your mind and get you back on track."
That seems like a good idea to the girl. If she confesses her impure thoughts and asks for Gods forgiveness, maybe they will stop.
Father Jon sends her to the booth, letting her know someone will be in shortly for her to talk to. She sits on the cherry wood bench of the small box, waiting patiently and anxiously for someone to sit on the other side.
She stops the fiddling of her hands when she hears the door on the other side open and close, a loud thud being heard. She flinches at the sound and listens to the harsh ragged breathing on the other side.
"H-Hello?"
"Confess..."
The voice is one she's never heard before. They sound sick, as if there's a bunch of mucus in their throat.
"U-umm...I-I'm not sure where to sta-Free yourself of the shackles." The words spoken sound like they are being spoken through a sea of static. It's unnerving, but she blames it on her being nervous already.
"I... I have thoughts... sinful thoughts."
She's met with silence so she continues.
"They-They're thoughts of me...with a man...A man of the church... h-he's touching me and I enjoy it. T-they've been happening for a while now, every second of the day....They're worse when I'm around him. It's causing me to be distracted from Christ and I feel dirty, I don't like it. It's wrong and I- It's not wrong"
Her words get caught in her throat and her brows furrow.
"W-what?"
"Your thoughts, they feel good correct? Whenever you imagine him touching you in your most delicate...sensitive areas...it feels nice. You wish your own hands could give you the pleasure. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your breathing speeding up. Your thighs clench together, and you begin to pulsate, an aching feeling in between your legs. Your core aches, wishing that everything you're imagining is real-" As the voice begins to spew the erotic words, the images begin to flash through her mind, knocking the air out of her lungs.
She can feel them.
Her thighs clench together tightly, one hand gripping the bench while the other claws at the wall of the confessional to steady herself. Her skin feels hot, her clothes suffocating her. She feels the sweat forming on her forehead, dripping down the side of her face.
Unintentionally she begins rocking her hips, grinding down on the bench. The combination of her clenched thighs and rocking caused a knot to form in her abdomen, her movements getting faster. Faint whimpers fall from her mouth as she clenches her eyes shut, chasing whatever it is shes running after.
"That's it Angel."
The voice, Matt's voice, sounds so real, almost as if he's whispering in her ear instead of in her head.
"You feel it, that hot burning ball in your stomach? Let go, let it take control."
The back of her head hits the wall of the confessional harshly, her eyes rolling back as her thighs shake. She feels a liquid roll down the inner part of her leg and dripping on the floor.
Her once tense body relaxes, her mind in a state of delirium as she takes deep breaths.
Her eyes snap open when she hears the door of the confessional slam. She comes to her senses and quickly scrambles out of the booth. Her head turns both ways, analyzing the empty hallway. Once she figures no one was a witness to whatever happened a few seconds ago, she speed walks away from the booth.
On her way home, she kept replaying her moment in the booth. The words that were spoken, the euphoric feeling she experienced...
She loved it.
She wanted more.
She soon makes it home, immediately being met with her parents in the kitchen.
"Y/n, you're home late." Her father gruffs out. "Father Jon wanted to speak to me after class." She lies swiftly, not even thinking twice like she usually would about it.
"About what?" Her mother raises a brow, questioning her response.
"Me joining the choir."
Her parents become elated, glad their daughter might finally have a place in the church. They usher her out of the kitchen, telling her to go shower and get ready for dinner. She does as told, taking the time to lather her body in vanilla-scented suds.
she dries herself off and pulls on her satin nightgown, putting on her slippers and making her way to the kitchen by skipping.
She feels awake, she feels alive, she feels happy.
The family of three eats their dinner, mainly in silence. The only noise heard being the scraping of utensils against the porcelain plates.
As she eats dinner, her mind drifts back to the confessional booth, that aching feeling between her thighs returning.
She discreetly clenches her thighs, adjusting the way she was sitting. Her parents noticed but chose not to say anything, figuring the chair was just uncomfortable. Dinner is soon finished, Y/n helping her mother wash the dishes.
"Did you want ice cream for dessert? I picked up the vanilla one you like." A loud clap of thunder is heard as Y/n turns to her mother.
"No, I'm going to go to bed."
Her parents were shocked by her turning down the dessert. She loved vanilla ice cream, for her to turn it down was unusual. They watch as she retreats up the stairs.
The girl waltzes into her room, closing the door softly, and falling into her bed. Her body melts into the twin-sized mattress, some of her stuffed animals falling to the floor. She relaxes as she hears the pitter-patter of rain falling onto the roof, falling into a calm trance as she closes her eyes.
Her relaxation is quickly interrupted by the ache between her thighs returning. It causes her to become restless, her body twisting and turning.
She clenches her thighs hoping to soothe the ache, but she's unsuccessful. She huffs and sits up, sliding to the edge of her bed. She tries to recreate her actions in the booth, her bed squeaking as she moves back and forth.
But once again, she was unsuccessful.
She grunts and crawls back to the top of the bed, falling back into her pillow. As she does so, her nightgown slides up, showing her white panties.
She looks down and bites her lips, contemplating. She recalls a story from one of the girls at school whose older sister was caught using her hand to do what's called "masturbation". She claimed her sister did it every night until her parents found out.
Of course, the girl was sent away by her parents, but Y/n wasn't thinking about that. The only thing on her mind was satisfying the throbbing between her legs.
Her right hand shakes as she moves it toward to cotton material, hesitant to do what she believes is wrong
But It's not wrong... Right?
The clergy member who listened to her confession told her it wasn't wrong.
leading with that, she dives in.
She slides her hand under the band of her panties, flinching at the foreign feeling but continuing. She props her legs up, planting the soles of her feet flat on her mattress.
She slides a single finger through her folds, gasping at the new and exciting touch. She feels a thick wet mixture on her fingers, moving it around. As she does so, she touches a certain part of herself that makes her gasp softly, her back arching as another flash of lightning hits. Deciding that she likes the feeling, she circles that spot, her index finger drawing lazy shapes.
Her body twitches, her toes curling as her eyes roll back.
This was an all-new feeling that she quickly became accustomed to. She doesn't understand why masturbation is such a taboo,
It was euphoric.
As she draws lazy patterns, gasping and whimpering softly, her closet door creaks open...But she doesn't stop. In the back of her mind, she thought it was whatever shadow she's been seeing the last few months coming to get her.
But it wasn't the shadow...
It was Father Matt.
It seems as if the whole house shakes with the booming thunder, lightning striking once more as he moves closer to her.
Her jaw drops as a shock goes through her body, her eyes fixated on Matt.
"You look perfect Angel....Masturbating right under the lord's eye." His eyes fall on the cross right above the head of her bed.
The erotic words make her back arch.
She feels that hot coil in her abdomen again, her finger moving faster to reach that high from before.
"Oh God, Matt!"
Matt smirks at her, his hand coming down to grip her jaw, "You're so close Angel...and yet, you're not going to finish."
Before she could question his confusing words, her door was slammed open.
Her head turns and her eyes land on the baffled and enraged faces of her parents. She snatches her hand from her underwear, her eyes wide in fright. She yanks her nightgown down as she sits up, her heart thumping in her chest as her father marches toward her.
"Daddy wait I ca-" Her face whips to the side, her body falling to the floor.
"How dare you! You're a Sinner, a Jezebel!"
His voice echoes throughout the home, mixing with the sound of booming thunder. Tears form in her eyes as she looks up at him, "I-I'm not a Sinner! I'm not a Jezebel! What I did was ok, I felt good! It's not a sin!" Her parents stare at her with wide eyes, their ears ringing as they hear her words.
"S-she's possessed... She needs to be cleansed." Her mother murmured, her face pale and looking sick. Y/n turns to her mother in fright, "W-what? No no! I'm not possessed! I swear to God-You lie under God's name!" Her father shouts once more. He grabs her by her arm, yanking her to her feet and yelling in her face.
"I always knew you were a hellion, getting into trouble by claiming you would see shadows, and had an imaginary friend named Matthew!"
He scoffs in disgust, barely able to look at her.
"You're a liar, a sinner, an awful excuse of a daughter." He begins to pull her out of the bedroom, ignoring her cries and pleas to stop. He drags her down the stairs, not caring about the way she misses a few steps and falls.
He yanks her back up and pulls her out of the home, the harsh falling rain drenching their bodies.
"Daddy stop! Please! I'm sorry! I'll do better! I'll pra-PRAYING WON'T SAVE YOU NOW!" Just as his words fly out, lightning strikes a nearby tree, the branches falling into the street immediately.
"We need to get to the church!"
While soaking wet from the rain, her father shoves her into the backseat of the car. The two adults climb into the front of the car and fly out of the driveway, heading straight to the church.
Y/n sits in the backseat sobbing. She doesn't know what she did wrong, she was told it was ok.
"Please! I-it was an accident! It won't happen again!" she pleads hopelessly. "You're damn right it won't!" Her father shouts as he quickly parks the car.
He tries to pull her out of the car but she fights back, kicking and screaming at him to get away from her. In a fit of rage, he grabs a handful of wet curls, yanking her out of the car.
She yells in pain, her knees dragging against the wet and rough pavement.
The clergy was currently having a meeting, the main fathers' gathered around the podium, talking about Sunday service. They were in the middle of choosing what scriptures to read when suddenly the doors burst open, the family of three tumbling in.
"Oh my, what's going on here?" Father Marcus asks as everyone looks at the crying girl in her father's arms.
Y/n's father drags her towards the priests, "Forgive us for intruding, but we need your help! Y/n she's-she's possessed!"
The fathers gasp at their words.
"Possessed? What do you mean possessed?" Father Jon asks as he stares at the crying girl. " Tell them what you did!" her father sneers. She shakes her head, too embarrassed and frightened to even speak.
he throws her down to the floor, yelling at her to confess her sins.
"He told me it was ok! H-he told me sex and touching myself was ok!" she sobs once more.
The fathers gape in shock, this was new for her. She was usually so bright and innocent, always following the right path, but they have noticed a difference as of late.
"I have noticed a difference, she's not as bright as she used to be...Always looking off into corners as if she sees things." Father Garrison speaks lowly. "Please, help us! Do what you did before, she needs he-Dousing her in holy water won't help."
Everyone turns to Father Matt as he speaks, "What do you mean Matthew?"
"I mean that she needs more than just holy water."
The other fathers look at each other, then back at the new member.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Matt's eyes fall on the mess of a girl on the ground, staring down at her with hungry eyes as she looks up at him with tears.
"An Exorcism"
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Karma's a bitch...u should've known better
・♪ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ - ʙɪʟʟ ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ ♪・
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tom kaulitz x female!reader x bill kaulitz
word count: 1,230
contents: 18+, cheating, cunilingus, angst, aftercare
You thought everything was perfect in your relationship, until rumours began to spread about your boyfriend's wandering eyes. He began coming home later at night and sometimes not coming home at all. His space in your shared bed grew cold and lonely.
Late one night as you laid once again alone in your shared king size bed you were sent a photo. The rectangular screen of your phone lit up your face displaying a grainy dimly lit photo of your boyfriend's arms wrapped around another girl as his lips were connected to hers in a shameless kiss. You could swear you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as tears slid down your cheeks. Your vision was clouded as tears fogged your vision while your body was wracked with sobs. You couldn’t calm yourself as the image haunted your mind. The image of your boyfriend kissing another girl, a girl who wasn’t you, who was prettier than you. It completely destroyed you. You had felt as if your heart had been ripped from your chest.
You found yourself sobbing as you made your way from your shared bedroom to the bedroom of his brother. Bill had always been there, he watched Tom leave you alone in bed late at night, he watched as he disregarded your needs and your small gestures of love, so when he saw you in his doorway with tears shimmering in your eyes while tears slid down your cheeks he knew exactly what happened.
Bill’s arms wrapped around you pulling you into a warm embrace while your body was shaking while you sobbed. Your tears stained his shirt as he murmured soft words against your hair. Your arms were clinging to him as you sobbed while trying to tell him what happened, but your words were a complete jumbled mess.
Bill gently pulled you back from him as he brushed hair from your face before cupping your cheeks in his hands, “ Tell me what happened meine perle.”
“ He- He cheated on me- what did I do wrong? ”
Bill shook his head in response as he held your face in his hands, “ Tom- he’s never quite satisfied, he never deserved you liebe. Come on, let me take care of you. ”
You followed Bill into his room letting him sit you on his bed before he joined you. Your head rested on his shoulder as your mind whirled with thoughts of feeling inadequate. You barely registered Bill speaking to you until his arm wrapped your waist pulling you closer.
“ Do you want to sleep in here tonight? ”
You nodded in response before crawling under his covers with him. Bill wasn’t like Tom, Tom didn’t even acknowledge you when he joined you in bed, but Bill had his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against him. The shared warmth of your bodies pressed together was a comforting feeling that you hadn’t felt in months. Bill slowly shifted back from you cupping your face in his hands before his lips pressed against yours. Neither of you pulled back as the kiss intensified, clothes began to slide off as your hands wandered over each other's bodies.
Mein Bruder ist ein Narr, so ein hübsches Ding wie dich wegzuwerfen. {My brother is a fool to throw away a pretty thing like you.} Bill’s words were mumbled as his lips stayed pressed against yours while his hands began pushing down his boxers.
Bill’s hands moved from his clothes to yours as he completely stripped you. He disappeared under the covers before his face was completely buried between your thighs. With no warning his tongue darted out and began lapping at your folds. His hands were holding your thighs apart as his tongue pushed into your cunt. You tried to suppress the loud moans falling from your lips by hiding your face in the pillows, but it was no use. You were like a desperate horny teenager who had never had sex as your hips rolled against Bill’s face and your back arched. It had been months since Tom had touched you so it wasn’t to anyone's surprise that you came quickly.
Bill’s head rested on your stomach as he pulled back the covers to see you with flushed cheeks and panting softly already. His fingers rubbed soft circles on your hip while his lips glistened with your juices. He slowly moved up sliding on top of you as his arms entrapped either sides of your head. He moved one of his hands back down between you both as he guided his cock to press against your entrance. His lips pressed against yours as he slowly sunk inside you.
You could feel Bill’s cock stretching open your tight cunt, it was obvious now more than ever that Bill’s cock was double the size of Tom’s. Shameless moans were falling from your lips as Bill’s cock slid in and out of you with ease.
“ Du bist so nass, dass du mich durchnässt hast. ” {You’re so wet, fucking soaking me.} Bill’s voice was husky as his hips snapped forward pushing deeper than you thought was ever possible.
Pathetic high pitched and squeaky moans were falling from your lips as you neared your impending release. Bill’s face was buried in your y/h/c hair as groans and deep moans fell from his mouth. His hips began to move faster and harder as he could feel his balls tightening. Before he even had the thought to pull out from your warm cunt his cum shot deep inside you, filling you completely as your release soon followed his.
He slowly lowered himself on top of you taking care to not squash you. You both laid there in a comfortable silence as your laboured breathing slowly returned to normal.
Bill slowly withdrew from you watching as your mixed fluids leaked from your cunt. Before they could create too big of a mess on his sheets we cleaned both of you off with a box of tissues. He dressed you in one of his t-shirts before pulling you to lay on top of his naked form. Your face pressed into his neck inhaling the musky scent of his cologne that slowly lulled you to sleep.
Tom arrived home later that night drunk off his ass as he stumbled into your shared bed still holding onto a bottle of vodka that was half empty. Where your usually sleeping form laid was now replaced by an empty cold spot in the bed only taken up by your phone. Tom was confused, he knew you wouldn’t be out this late and he knew you would always come home in the evening before him, so where could you be? He slowly stumbled back out of bed searching the apartment, he had searched every room but one. He fumbled with the knob for a moment before pushing open the door and stumbling in. He could make out a figure or maybe two figures perhaps on the bed. He called out for his brother in a soft whisper-like tone waiting for a response.
Bill slowly awoke to spot his brother's figure in the middle of the room.
“ Where- where is y/n? ”
Bill shared no words with his brother, only moving the hair from the girl's face who laid on top of him, revealing her identity not to be a random stranger but Tom’s girlfriend.
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Am I the only one who just can't orgasm by fingering myself?
I just tried to get off by fingering and it's literally 5am n it didn't work what am I doing wrong? And I just know I'm gonna be so sore tmrw :( I'll just stick to clit rubbing ig
The only reason why i can't cum from fingering is cuz daddy tom isn't the one doing it to me :3
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Ik it MIGHTT be weird but can u do a 2010 tom x reader but shes sitting on his face?? :3 If not I get it its totally fine! :)
(I love your fics sm)
Idkkkk that sounds a little too far...
Jk here ya go! 😋
Taste of you
“T-Tom…P-Please”
I mumble as I straddle his face, his chin soaked, my juices dripping down and coating his beautiful face as he groans, he didn’t even care about the mess, it just encouraged him to keep going, lapping my pink pussy with his tongue, circling around my entrance, his tongue darting out, teasing me as he feverishly destroys my cunt with his mouth,
“Just a couple more minutes…s’good, s’fucking good”
He mumbles into my my pussy, his deep voice causing a hell of a vibration. My thighs twitching as he plunged his tongue in me, acting as if my pussy was some love potion he wanted more of. His tongue flicking up my folds and pressing up against me, and best of all, that black lip piercing dragging along my cunt. He continues slurping up my essence, swallowing it loudly, his hands gripping on my hips as he pushed them down desperately.
“Harder liebe”
“H-Harder?” I whine
“I don’t think I stuttered, sweetheart”
I press my hips down on his face, harder, his perfect nose caressing on my cunt slightly. My bottom lip quivering as i bite down on it, still straddling his face as his tongue swirls around my clit. His hand gripping on my ass as he groans out of appreciation. I look back and see him trying to stroke his hand up and down his dick weakly, he couldn't even do it himself, he wanted his hands on me, not himself, despite his cock throbbing. He bucks his hips up slightly and desperately is the air, so needy to cum, pulsating and twitching as his veins throb, pre-cum already oozing out of his pink tip, his tongue going in and out of my delicious pussy,
“F-Fuck, you taste s’good sweetheart” he fails to stroke his cock, unable to keep his hands off of me as he snakes them back to my hips, pressing me back down his face impossibly more as he moves his hand up my body and squeezes my boob in his hand tightly as he grunts.
“M-Mgh..” I whine as he slowly licks every part of my sweet cunt,
I look back at his throbbing cock and lean my hand back slightly, putting it on his shaft, it was so hard and warm, he gasps and stops for a while, sloppily thrusting into my hand slowly as he keeps fucking my pussy up with his tongue, collecting my juices, sucking my clit and plunging his pink tongue in and out of my wet, sloppy hole, his breath hitching as he keeps going and pressing his hand down on my lower stomach, bucking his hips up into my hand as he groans,
“Scheiße” He groans, his voice strained as he keeps thrusting up sloppily into my hand and groaning as he keeps eating me out, his cock twitching in my hand as his tongue slithers up me one last time, I gasp, still riding his face as my gummy walls clamp around his tongue,
“C-Cumming!” I cry out, he pulls me down, gripping on my ass as he thrusts his hard cock in my hand erratically and desperately as it twitches, I grind myself on his face, riding out my orgasm as my cum seeps into his mouth, he slurps it up, licking my folds, as he keeps thrusting up in my hand, his balls slapping up against it as he groans, his lips popping free with a lewd sucking sound, his lips look so pink and wet as they glisten with my essence,
“K-Keep riding me l-liebe” He whines and groans as my sensitive pussy rubs on his face, he thrusts his hips up desperately, catching his climax as his hot cum spews up and oozes down his dick, my hand covered in his seed as his thrusts slow down, both of us catching our breaths as I stumble off of his face and lay beside him,
“We should do that more often”
A/N: I actually love your request! It was so fun to write <33 I hope u like it anon!
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Bro if one guy shows me the slightest amount of attention......... Bro kiss me please... I have fallen in love with u!!!
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Same!
I want to tie Tom's hands behind his back and tease the living shit out of him until he's so rock hard to the point he gets a little angry and then he says "fuck, untie me. I want to touch you." But I won't let him. Instead I'll jerk him off.
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Time to get freaky!
PORN LINKS
I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE IF YOU CLICK ON THESE
tom spanking you for giving him attitude
making it up to professor kaulitz after failing on a test to show how much better those other boys are (ib: @tommyloverr )
tom rewarding you after you obey him and be his good little slut
letting tom use your face to get off after he got off tour
him teaching his sweet little girl how to ride
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I BUSTED!!
Easy - Bill Kaulitz
A/N: Dream Machine is SO underrated. This is my first fic!!
Warnings: profanity/language, head (m! receiving), dom!Bill, sub!fem!reader, drug use (weed), alcohol use, (slight) public sex, p in v (missionary), praise. Lmk if I missed anything!
Contains: fluff, smut, Y/N perspective.
Synopsis: This is based off of ‘Easy’ by Tokio Hotel. It’s 2017, and Y/N and Bill used to date, but the fame and the world caused them to drift apart from each other and eventually break up. Years later, they reunite.
Word Count: 2k
I haven’t gotten over Bill. We didn’t break up because we lost feelings—at least I hope so—but because Bill was never around. He was always on tour, going to interviews, or he was at the studio working on new music. When he wasn’t doing those things, he was distant and stressed out. So, we decided it would benefit both of us if we just… broke up.
That was six years ago, in 2011. Now, i’m in a bar, drinking to try to get my mind off of him. I’ve been thinking of him all day, which is unusual considering I haven’t thought about him in months.
I’m wearing a silky black dress. It’s skin-tight and reaches mid-thigh. It fits perfectly, as if it was made for my body. It reminds me of him in a way, how his skinny jeans always fit his long legs perfectly, just like my dress.
I sip on my drink, not wanting to get completely wasted since I still have to drive home. My eyes wander to the other side of the bar, and my eyes widen when I see him.
He’s staring directly at me, cigarette in his mouth. He looks completely different, which I already knew since I can’t go a day without seeing his face on TV or billboards.
Tears fill my eyes and I finish the rest of my drink. I stare at the empty glass for a moment, trying to hold back my tears. I take a deep breath before closing out my tab and getting up. I walk past Bill, trying not to look at him as I walk out and go towards my car.
The cool breeze fans my skin as I step outside, light rain coming down. Walking to my car, I feel a warm hand wrap around my cold wrist. I gasp softly and tug my hand on instinct. I turn around to see Bill, his expression unreadable. “Y/N…” He whispers softly, eyes scanning my face. He gently wipes a tear from my face and pulls me close.
I melt into his touch, wrapping my arms around his torso and nuzzling my face into his chest. I inhale his warm, inviting scent, the oh so familiar scent of the one I truly love. “Bill… I missed you so much…” I whisper, my hands clutching onto the back of his shirt.
He buries his face into my hair and I can feel his smile. “We’re getting wet, Liebling. Let’s go back to your car, okay?” He says softly, petting and caressing my hair. I nod my head and i reluctantly pull away from him. I’m disappointed from the loss of contact, but I resume walking to my car. I unlock it and I get in the backseat.
He gets in the backseat as well and shuts the door. It’s dark outside, and the red and green lights from the bar illuminate his face perfectly, making him look even more beautiful. He wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his chest.
“How have you been, Y/N?” He says softly, stroking my hair. Nuzzling closer to him, I relax and close my eyes at his touch. “It’s been a while. I’ve missed you.” He says.
“I’ve been… okay. I’ve missed you too.” I say quietly. I sigh and I sit up. I lean over the center console and I reach into the glovebox, pulling out a small baggie of joints. I grab my lighter as well and I sit back down. I offer one to him as I light my own.
He accepts the joint and I light it for him, just like I always have. I take a long drag and I inhale, allowing the weed to tickle my brain. After a few minutes, I can feel the effects kicking in. I look up at him, both of us high out of our minds. “I still love you, Bill…” I say shamelessly.
He looks down at me, his eyes red from the weed. He caresses my cheek gently with his thumb, his skin warm against mine. “Oh, Y/N… I still love you too…” His words are soft and warm as he speaks, and I feel my face heating up just from the eye contact.
Without thinking I toss my joint out the window and I kiss him passionately. I can feel him kissing back immediately, and I feel him smile a bit against my lips. He pulls me onto his lap, holding my hips as I straddle his.
He gently bites down on my bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. I part my lips, just enough for his tongue to slip past them and explore my mouth. His tongue dances and tangles with mine and I can’t help but let out a low whine. He grunts, and I can feel the bulge in his pants.
I grind against his hips, gasping softly against his lips. He break the kiss and throws his head back, grunting in pleasure. He looks at me and his grip on my hips tightens. “Y/N…” He says breathlessly. He growls and takes off his shirt before he begins unbuckling his belt. I get off of his lap and I settle in the floorboard of the car. I pull his jeans down, Bill lifting his hips to help. His boxers are stained with pre-cum, and I almost moan at the sight.
“You look so pretty on your knees f’me, Schatzi…” He says as I begin to palm him through his boxers. His cock strains against the stretchy fabric, begging to be released. He lets out a low moan, hips bucking up against my hand. I pull his boxers down, his long, thick cock springing up and slapping against his abdomen. I take him in my hands and I pump him a few times. I swipe my thumb over his red, nerdy tip, spreading the pre-cum all over as he moans. “Don’t tease…” He grumbles.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he shoves his dick into my mouth. I stare into his eyes as I suck him off, my hands stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth. He groans and tugs my hair. “Doing s’good… take it all, Schatzi…” He says, his voice hoarse. I take him completely, gagging as his cock practically goes down my throat. My eyes sting with tears, my head bobbing up and down. He moans my name, hips bucking up into my mouth.
I flatten my tongue and swirl it around the head, causing him to let out a loud, guttural moan. “Fucking shit… m’so close, Y/N…! Keep going, you’re doing so good…” He praises. I feel his cock throbbing and twitching in my mouth. We make eye contact, sending him over the edge. He moans my name as he squirts his thick, warm ropes of cum down my throat. I remember the taste from years ago, the taste I missed so dearly.
I swallow before pulling away, his cock still rock hard. I lick his slit clean, doing small kitten licks to let him ride out his orgasm. He pulls me back up to the seat, laying me down and pinning me down. He attacks my neck in kisses and love bites, leaving a few hickeys. I moan softly, feeling the heat between my legs grow.
“Mine… all mine…” He growls against my neck. He sucks on the pulse point of my neck, a sensitive spot, and I let out a whimper. He tugs on my dress, practically ripping it off of me before tossing it to the floorboard. I kick my heels off and i’m left in just my bra and panties. He looks at me for consent and I nod my head.
He unclips my bra and takes it off, freeing my tits. He grabs and squeezes my breasts, letting out a low moan. “So beautiful… god, I missed your perfect tits.” He growls before taking one of my breasts in his mouth, tongue swirling around my nipple as his hand toys with the other. I moan softly and I tug on his hair. He takes my hard nipple between his teeth, tugging on it before releasing it with a soft pop.
He trails kisses down my body, occasionally leaving hickeys. He kisses my inner thighs and my breath hitches. His lips find my clothed pussy, my panties soaked through. He kisses the wet spot on the cotton, my hips bucking in response. He smirks and pulls my panties off leaving me completely exposed.
He grabs his wallet from his jeans on the floor and pulls out a condom. He tears it open with his teeth and rolls it on before looking at me. “Are you sure, Liebling?” He asks softly, brushing a few stray hairs out of my face.
I nod my head eagerly. “I’m sure… please, Bill… I need you…” I whine, my pussy throbbing in anticipation. It’s been six years since I’ve had his long, girthy, veiny cock inside of me, and now that I have a chance to feel it pound into me again, i’m not hesitating.
He chuckles at my eagerness, positioning himself at my entrance. “Such a needy girl.” He says with a grin, pumping himself a few times. He spreads my legs a bit and teasingly rubs his tip along my slit. “So wet f’me…” He mumbles under his breath before thrusting into me. He stays like that for a moment, giving me some time to adjust to his size as he stretches me deliciously. He begins to thrust his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my tight hole with ease (considering how wet I am).
I wrap my arms around his neck and I stare into his eyes as he rams into me with no mercy. I moan and whine as his tip kisses that gummy spot, hitting it perfectly with every thrust. His balls slap against my ass as he increases his pace. “Ohmyfuckinghell!” I practically scream, my eyes rolling back as my nails claw at his back. He groans, the pain from my nails only heightening his pleasure.
“So tight… Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good… feels s’good…” He praises, gripping onto my hips so tightly I’ll have bruises later. My breasts bounce every time he rails into me. The car was silent other than the sound of skin on skin combined with our heavy breathing and moans. The car is shaking, the windows fogging up.
“Bill… m’gonna cum…” I say breathlessly, barely able to speak through my moans. His hands move to fondle and grip my breasts. His face falls into the crook of my neck, pressing hungry kisses on the sensitive skin. “Cum with me, Liebling… Cum for me…” He whispers against my neck.
My legs shake and twitch as I reach my orgasm. I moan his name loudly as I cum, my pussy squeezing and clenching around his cock which seems to send him over the edge as well. He moans my name as he finishes inside of the condom.
Breathing heavily, he pulls out and collapses on top of me. He wraps his arms around me and I do the same to him. He presses his sweaty forehead against mine and kisses me softly.
“God, I missed that… I missed you…” He says against my lips, his hot breath fanning over my face. I smile softly. “Me too… I miss us. I really love you, Bill.” I say, a faint blush on my cheeks.
His face lights up a little, his eyes still slightly red and glazed over. “I love you too… so so much, Y/N. Do you think we could try again? These past few years have been shitty without you…” He mumbles as he caresses my cheek gently.
I smile and I peck his lips softly. “Yes… I could say the same thing. I wanna be connected the way we were before.” I say softly, gazing into his eyes with nothing but love. He smiles as well, holding me a bit tighter. “I love you, Liebling.” He says, nuzzling his face into my hair. “I love you too, Bill.” I whisper.
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MY INTRODUCTION!!
- My name's esterxio (obvi) but u can call me ester!
- I'm 9teen!
- I LOVE TOKIO HOTEL!!!
- My fav song by them is either Human Connect To Human, Girl Got a Gun, and/or Übers ende der welt
- I play volleyball!!
- I love cooking, baking, jake and Johnnie, Tara, Minecraft, Roblox (especially doors with my bae @estxkios) and Fortnite!
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daddy.
TOM IS SO FUCKING HOT IN THIS PICTURE LIKE PLEASE STRETCH ME OUT WITH THAT BIG COCK OMGGG MAKE YOUR CUM LEAK OUT OF ME
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratically, exponentially, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream, see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, upside down, side ways, on the floor, on the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried, against the wall, outside, on a motorcycle, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a back of a truck, in the pool, in the garden, on a trampoline, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, legs shaking, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eyes watering, eyes rolling, hip thrusting, earth quaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering, mind blowing, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, smash.
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Guys, I'm really scared.
#tom kaulitz#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz#2000s#georg listing#gustav schäfer#tokiohotelgc#bill kaulitz is so hot#tom kaulitz x reader
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