#Bill Fries

[hockeymenarehot]

Oh my god!! The late night call story was amazing can you make a part two please!

Late Night Sex Feat. Bill Kaulitz

ofcourse I can! im glad you enjoyed and i hope you enjoy this one as well!

pairing: best friend!bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary: this is part 2 of Late Night Calls

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected, sort of rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, name calling (slut, whore), degradation, praise, use of petnames (princess, darling), he calls you pretty girl once, no use of y/n, aftercare, mentions of pain medication, he tries to be gentle but it fails, not proofread ignore mistakes please, lmk if I missed anything! :)

Beep Beep Beep

Three beeps, indicating the call was over. (Or moreover that he had hung up on you) You tapped your phone again to check the time.

4:26 A.M.

You were still trying to wrap your mind around everything that had just happened. I mean, Bill is supposed to be your best friend. You didn't think 'best friends' were supposed to be on the phone at night making each other cum. You remembered the words he'd said right before he hung up "...why don't you come over and see how well you can take my cock?"

Those words rung through your head, making your heart rate speed up and the ache in your core return. Your hand began to slide down your stomach subconsciously, the aching outweighing the sensitivity of your prior orgasm. Right before your hand reached your pulsing cunt, you decided to consider his offer again. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? He was obviously into you, and taking into account how you just drenched your perfectly good bedsheets to the sound of him was probably an indicator that you were into him too.

And honestly, if he could make you squirt just by his voice, the thought of what he could do with his cock had you rubbing your thighs together all over again.

Against your better judgement, you slid your silk nightgown down (which had remained unscathed surprisingly?) and slid a pair of panties on before grabbing your keys and heading out.

It took you a surprisingly short amount of time to reach his place. Maybe due to the fact that you were practically flooring it in anticipation. Being faced with his front door, you quickly thought about the consequences of what you were about to do again. About to take a second to contemplate, the universe apparently decided for you because the door swung open.

"Hey, sweetheart. Decide to take me up on my offer, huh?"

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you took in the sight before you. His hair was slightly dishelved, but still absolutely fucking gorgeous, and his face was dusted with the prettiest shade of pink. He was wearing a black shirt, and apparently decided against pants as he was leaving little to the imagination with how his obvious boner was poking through his boxers.

Feeling vulnerable with how his eyes were practically stripping you and fucking you right there, you mumbled a small "Y- yeah.." and chose to avert his gaze. "Aw, c'mon princess, you don't have to be like that. You think I can't see how your thighs are clenching? I can tell how bad you want this. Now come inside so I can fuck you so hard you won't be able to overthink, or even think at all." He shuffled a little to the side allowing you space to walk in. You drew in a large sum of air, trying to clear your mind. You looked up at him and he gave you a comforting smile, which was all you needed to pick your feet up and walk through the door.

Knocking the air out of your lungs, he spun you around with one arm, keeping it on your lower back so you wouldn't get hurt, and pushed you up against the door. With his other he basically slammed the door shut. You didn't have any time to think about what was going on before he was viciously attacking any skin on your neck and chest. You made a mental note to buy some concealer for tomorrow after you left.

Working his way up your jawline, peppering kisses and biting your skin, he let out subtle groans. The noises he made made you impossibly more wet, and you honestly didn't think you could take the teasing after the show he gave you about an hour ago. You let out a little whimper when you felt his hard cock press against your leg "Please... t- take me." You swore you could feel him twitch beneath you. "Yeah? That's what you want princess? You sure?" You blushed at his consideration for consent, as if you had practically forgot who you were about to get fucked by. "Yes! Please! Just fuck me!" He scoffed at your impatience, as if his cock wasn't twitching at your words. "Patience, darling. I've barely gotten started with you." With that, he picked you up bridal style and walked with you towards his bedroom.

Closing the bedroom door with one foot, he almost threw you onto his bed. You noticed how is bedsheets were clean, which was honestly a bit surprising. He made his way to the foot of the bed, before climbing towards you and hovering over you. He brushed his cool fingers against your cheekbone, making you blush. "Hey pretty girl" He whispered into the shell of your ear. The name made you let out a soft whimper, and you could hear him try to contain a groan in the back of his throat. "Fuck, do you know what you do to me? What you've always done to me?" The last part came out just above a whisper, and all you could do was lie there, awaiting what he had planned for you. Bill quickly lifted his shirt off his head, clearly having waited long enough. In no more than a couple seconds he was completely naked, vulnerable for your eyes to completely take him in. To devour him, just like he was about to do with you. He stroked his completely erect cock three times, letting out a subtle moan with each one. Then, he focused his attention completely on you. And thank God he did, because his actions had you practically panting with want.

Bill took more time with you, wanting to be gentle. It was almost as if he didn't want to break you. He slowly lifted your nightgown up, exposing your bare breasts to him. His hands came up to massage them, twisting and rubbing your peaked nipples. You were beginning to become frustrated with how much time he was taking. You didn't want him to be gentle. You wanted him to fuck your brains out. "Bill... P-please just fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard!" He looked a little taken aback by your words. "Hm, such filthy words from such a pretty mouth. But how could I say no to you? You've been so good to me." It didn't take him long to basically rip your (quite nice) panties off. He took a second to admire your cunt and the way it gushed for him, running a finger through your folds making you gasp. But he wanted to follow your instructions, wanted to please you.

Because you were so wet from your little phone call with him not too long ago, Bill decided you were prepped enough. He flipped you onto your side and laid down on his side behind you. He traced his fingers down your hips before slotting his cock between your legs and abruptly pistoning himself into you, making you cry out. "Ah!" Bill chuckled a little bit at how your body reacted to him. "Fuck, you have such a perfect pussy. I know you've been thinking about this for a while now, thinking about me." He didn't give you much time to adjust to his large length before fucking into you at a brutal pace, trying to find that spot in you that would have you a crying mess. You became suddenly a bit self conscious about how much noise you were making, and how he wasn't making nearly as much noise. You covered your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds. This was to no avail, as Bill immediately caught on. "Ah ah, princess. Needa let me hear your sweet sounds. Needa hear just how much of a whore you are for me." The sudden transition from his sweet petnames to him calling you his whore had you clenching around his cock. "Yeah? You like that? Like when I call you my little slut? Is that what you want? To be my little -Fuck- cumdump?" You whimpered out a meek "Yes!" And he suddenly found the strength to push his cock into you even harder, finding that spot in you that had you crying out his name every time he hit it. Feeling the way your pussy spasmed around him, he reached down in between your legs to rub figure 8's around your clit. He took his other hand to play with the flesh of your breasts, not wanting any part of your body to be untouched by him. "Gonna -shit- cum for me? Go on, cum around my cock like the slut you are." It didn't take too long with how he was touching you and his filthy words to making you cum on his cock with a scream of his name. Your visions was blurry around the edges, and you were practically drooling with the intensity of your orgasm. Bill flipped you over onto your back and began fucking you at an ungodly pace that no human should be able to move at. "Bill! Wait- Ah! I'm sensitive!" This didn't stop him "Don't give me that. I know t-that you can fucking take it. Be a good whore for me." The overstimulation was driving you mad, and you could already feel another orgasm building up in between your legs. You couldn't form coherent thoughts let alone words as Bill shot his cum deep inside you with a large thrust. Soon after you also came with a loud cry, not bothering to stop the tears rolling down your pink dusted cheeks.

"You did so good for me. So fucking good for me." You cringed as he pulled out, hating the feeling of being suddenly empty. He began to walk away to get some water and some pain medication that you would probably find useful for your soreness. "Wait- don't leave." He grinned at you before pulling himself up, "Don't worry, I'll be right back." and he walked out the door.

It felt like an eternity before he was back, but he did return as he promised with some ice cold water and some over the counter pain meds. "Here you go, beautiful. You doin' alright? Did you enjoy that?" He spoke gently as he laid back down beside you. "Enjoy it? Bill, you just fucked my brains out. Don't think I'll be walking for a couple days." He smiled at you while he trailed his fingers down your stomach.

"Guess that means I have you to myself for a couple days then too, huh?"

a/n: I tried my best to write something u might find enjoyable! thanks so much for all the love. if you've sent a request just know I've seen it and I'll be working on it! requests are still open because I really love your ideas. be sure to keep sending prompts! <3

#bill kaulitz smut #smut #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz fanfic #fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz imagine #brain fried

[tswwwit]

i have a counter argument to the 'only one person can boop bill' thing, mabel. she's the type of person to slap stickers on people, she would definitely be the type to also boop others occasionally and bill would be no exception. she probably doesn't do it to annoy bill like dipper would, but maybe as a form of a friendly gesture, kind of like those people who will lightly punch friends in the arm when they hang out.

You know what? Good point. Mabel would get away with more than most, as a fun-loving lady! Bill understands those impulses, and being a touchy person! He indulges in similar ones himself.

Though when Bill's not in the mood to be playful and gets booped anyway? The 'sister-in-law' status grants her considerable grace.

#answers #Though in addition to that - Mabel's general chaos and level of Fun Times is something Bill genuinely likes #Catch these two having one too many margaritas and slinging arms over each other's shoulders while singing too loud and off key #She'd have some leeway even without the brother situation #But Mabel gets a pass on things she normally wouldn't purely on the merit of 'this would piss off the spouse' #The thing about Bill is he's genuinely fun to party with - right up until he decides you're the pinata #Even now there are times when she thinks she's doing something 'cute' and Bill was NOT in the mood but just has to grin and bear it #Instead of breaking fingers one by one #Dipper is singular in his ability to get away with Pretty Much Everything #It's love yest but it's also communication and personality I'm afraid #If Bill DID call Dipper out on doing something Too Far he'd get an embarrassed and apologetic husband. With kisses of sorry. #Though in minor circumstances: he starts arguing with him #Turns out that bickering is a better way to deescalate with Bill than most other tactics and Dipper's a pro #Now Bill's gotta think semi-rationally to Win The Argument instead of acting on impulse. #And in the process of debate he not only: learns where his husband's coming from but has time to cool off #Congratulations Dipper! Your Nerdy Logic brain and ability to Rise to a Challenge prevent Bill from going immediately nuclear #Plus showing off that big sexy intellect of yours doesn't hurt #Whereas I see Mabel pushing one of Bill's few boundaries and then deflecting. She ain't great at conflict #Brushing it off and laughing; Jeez it was just for fun!! Lighten up already! #Exactly what Bill says when HE'S being a dick to someone! #Which is why he'd react Very Badly to that excuse #Ha ha! Fun! Of course Bill loves fun! You know what HE thinks is FUN #Barbecue. Flash-fried pork ribs. Where's that stupid pig #Dipper has to disarm that particular bomb and I highly doubt it's a pleasant process

[housecow]

So what’s your go to fast food order?

idk if i’ve answered a question like this before. so!

Chick fil a: 2 sandwiches, 12 nugs, large fries/soda, couple shakes and cookies

Dairy queen: steak fingers basket w extra fries and gravy, large soda, their fried jalapeno things, and a large blizzard

sonic: 3/4 chicken sandwiches (they’re small but so good), fried jalapeno things, maybe popcorn chicken, route 44 coke zero, shake(s)

why is my mind blanking on fast food places?

do y’all have bill millers. anyways: breakfast, 6 bean and cheese n bacon tacos lol. anytime else: 4 piece fried chicken, loaf of bread, large order of their delicious soggy fries. fuck i’m craving this i miss it

ngl y’all i guess i don’t eat *that* much fast food?? my next choice is greasy mexican/texmex

pterry’s: couple chicken sandwiches. idk why i like chicken so much apparently.. also some shakes if their monthly one is good!!

in n out: at least 2 double doubles, extra onion, large soda and shake(s), animal fries

canes: whatever the biggest combo is w extra bread instead of slaw 😌

kfc: 2/3 famous bowls!!! extra chicken/mashed potatoes/corn. so much soda

wingstop: large combo, it’s like 20pcs, large fries, add a drink?

i don’t go to whataburger, mcdonald’s, chipotle, or subway much

i’m a liar. whataburger: 2/3 breakfast burgers (sub brioche bun and extra creamy pepper sauce), hashbrowns, large coke zero, maybe a large shake before 11am if i’m brave enough

used to get their patty melt but it’s not as good :(((

#damn. i’m a fried chicken kinda girl apparently #or am i just hungry #bill miller’ssss 😭😭😭😭😭 #talk #ask

[adreciclarte4]

Brian Jones and Bill Wyman (Rolling Stones), 1965 by Lawrence Fried

#Brian Jones #Lawrence Fried #Bill Wyman #Rolling Stones

[nerds-yearbook]

Mr Freeze (as Mr Zero) first appeared in Batman 121#, cover date February, 1959. He was created by Dave Wood and Sheldon Moldoff. ("The Body in the Bat-Cave", "Crime Rides the Rails", "The Ice Crimes of Mr. Zero", Batman 121#)

#nerds yearbook #first appearance #real life event #dc #dc comics #february #1959 #mr freeze #victor fries #mr zero #dave wood #sheldon moldoff #batman #robin #bill finger #vigilante

[thebookofbill]

Stanford Pines? Yeah he sure does

#- bill #also ‘dipper pines? yeah he sure does’ - wendy #gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #billford #said this to my friend last april #and described it as ‘a new shrimp fried rice’

[lascitasdelashoras]

Bill Rauhauser

#Bill Rauhauser #french fries

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

FucksSAKE we're desperate and I'm fucking sick of begging for money so does anyone want some emergency art commissions. Like. Say a fiver for a quick sketch, maybe 10 to 15 for something with flat colour?

#spent several hours this morning doing those paid online surrveys and it fried my brain so much i had to take a nap #and didnt even earn enough to actually withdraw any money from it #like... f u c k theres gotta be something i can do?? we need electricity and bills and. i mean technically we need food but #i basically havent eaten in 3 days anyway and dont feel hungry so thats honestly the lowest priority atm #its. supposed to be getting easier. why is it getting *harder* #alao please please dont take this as me sounding ungrateful to people who help. you all mean the world to me and i would give yall anything #we're just. we're both really struggling. Alfie's in constant pain bc we're out of 'painkillers' till payday next week #mental healths in the toilet lol #but hey at least in 2 days my holidays are up and i get to go back to being beaten up by a child #exhausting myself with masking and hypervigilance to the point where i cant feel as much

[msookyspooky]

I do not blame Rob Zombie for circulating the same actors in his movies like a little slumber party. I would. All my mutuals would be in my camp cunt movies of gore and mayhem.

#I love Bill and Richard and Daniel and the others all getting a call from RZ 'Hey got another film this time you're a necrophiliac' #And Sherri? Yall are some haters the man loves his wife I don't blame him for putting her center stage of every film #its like they all are playing advanced mermaids #RZ: 'Okay Bill ur the albino murderer and Sid is the killer clown that loves fried chicken and u both are together but no one knows yet!'

[damixnpriest]

job interview baybay

#it's working as a tutor and academic support staff in a school #which is not archaeology #but definitely pays the damn bills yooooo #also mon to fri shift pattern? thank you little baby jesus

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Another day of getting paid to eat fries and read my little gay books

#again thats not the job description #but im allowed to do it and thats whats important #still reading Detransition Baby #its so good its just taking me awhile to finish #i think the next on my list will be The Miseducation of Cameron Post #i just rewatched the movie last night but ive never read the book #im going to knit a book blanket this year #a different color for each genre #i get the feeling my blanket will be saturated with lgbtq books #most of the books on my tbr are queer books and im so excited #plus i plan on rereading at least one book that's lgbtq #called Act Cool #when i bought it the cashier said it was one of their favorite books. i got a good grade in bookstore #but on slow days at my job i tend to just order some food and read on the kindle app #and for the last two days my managers have comped my food cuz im cool #nah last night my manager didnt want to count extra cash and so he comped it #but today a different manager comped it because she said i work hard #and i only had a $100 bill and i dont think she wanted to deal with making the change #but im so excited! eating fries and reading my little trans book #its not little. its almost 400 pages. i feel like im in middle school again

[alanshemper]

Tony Blair and Bill Clinton hanging out with SBF in the Bahamas, 2022

#sam bankman fried #sbf #bill clinton #tony blair #crypto #2022

[theaggresivepacifist]

detective taba appreciation post (utboh spoilers)

I’ve barely slept in three days and definitely shouldn’t be up now, but I made the decision to watch Under the Banner of Heaven E6 as soon as it came out and here is my conclusion (spoilers below the cut):

The real hero in this narrative is not Jeb Pyre. It’s Detective Taba.

(ANDREW GARFIELD STANS DON’T COME FOR ME, I love him and Pyre is also a fantastic character in his own right, but hear me out.)

If the extreme happens and Taba dies or gets hurt in episode 7, with the narrative purpose of either saving Pyre’s Mormonism (deathbed-convincing Pyre to cling to his faith - an unexpected and touching appeal from a supposed “zealot in the Church of Caffeine” who has actually respected, protected, and advocated for Pyre’s faith and religious practice all season) or severing Pyre’s connection to it entirely, it will suck majorly in terms of the fridging/suffering of a Native character to serve a white character’s development. That being said: it would also fit a pattern, because despite their friendship, and a few touching moments (e.g. Pyre rescuing Taba at the cabin), Pyre has in many ways treated Taba as being disposable this entire time.

The hard truth is that Pyre has been consistently willing to ignore or tolerate racism against Taba, even when it occurs directly in front of them both. The violence and bigotry Taba is subjected to became visible as soon as we met him and has been escalating rapidly over the course of the season, going from the forest ranger’s microaggressions, to Sam’s wife’s blatant racism talking about his skin color, to Bishop Low and his wife treating Taba (a detective) like some kind of dangerous invader in their home, to now, in this last episode, Mrs. Lafferty 1.0 all but calling him racial slurs to his face and a fundamentalist whackjob accusing him of being subhuman - of being used to abominations like the murder of a mother and a fifteen month old baby. The warning signs, the signs of escalation, the signs that Taba is in increasing danger, were there this whole time (as well as all the tropes: all the times Pyre let Taba go alone into a dangerous situation even though he comments on it being dangerous; Taba talking about and showing pictures of his [estranged?] kids, which never bodes well), right under Pyre’s nose.

Pyre has never defended Taba from this, even if he values and cares for Taba as a partner, friend, and confidante. None of Pyre’s crisis of faith seems to involve reflection on the racism in his religious community and their doctrine, and the ways he’s seen it enacted against his partner and friend, even and especially in this single investigation alone. Instead, what Pyre has done is censure Taba in the few instances when he’s reacted against the hypocrisy of the faithful (not even against the racism directly), asking Taba to moderate his tone, to cool off, to step back, to stay silent. If the series culminates in this – if Taba dies or is harmed – Pyre will be complicit, whether or not he realizes it. 

And yet meanwhile, in the background, Taba has been working tirelessly to bring the murderers to justice, and has done nothing but try to make the Mormons around him feel comfortable and safe and understood, despite the fact that they do little or nothing to reciprocate. 

He is constantly thinking of Pyre’s family, of potential threats to Pyre’s family, and trying to protect them. He knows about everyday aspects of Mormon life such as blessings and family home evening, and, unprompted, tells Jeb to go home to his family for it. He gives the girls the skates they wanted but didn’t get for Christmas. He works through the night while Pyre goes home.

With rare exceptions, he changes his language and habits around Pyre and the other Mormons. He seems to chew gum instead of smoking or indulging in other “vices” (and yet gets accused of drinking anyway, by those nasty detectives in E1). 

He’s willing to humble himself to the extreme in front of the stake president of a religion he doesn’t belong to, take insults on the chin, absorb the nastiness and the undercutting of his superior experience without commenting on it. Even though he also makes some efforts, out of compassion and humor, to help Pyre step out of his bubble – with the French fries, with insisting on telling him that he’s “goddamn proud,” instead of just “proud” - he also respects Pyre’s boundaries, and doesn’t start debates or push him farther than he wants to go. 

And so when Taba (GOD, WHY) steps out of the car at the end of E6, making the decision to follow Onias, alone and unarmed, into the dark - bravely, foolishly making the decision to potentially take on all of the brothers himself, to finally take this fundamentalist cult down for himself as well as for the victims, now that Pyre’s not here in harm’s way and Pyre isn’t here to stop him...part of me is terrified for him, and the other part recognizes: this is the hero going for it, ready to save the day, no longer waiting for permission or approval from anyone else, no longer putting up with anyone else’s vitriol and stupidity, and honestly, hell yeah. 

#under the banner of heaven #utboh #jeb pyre #bill taba #detective taba #meta #under the banner of heaven spoilers #utboh spoilers #with apologies to my stranger/sf followers who must be deeply confused right now #also i'm ignoring completely all of the uh...pyre/taba...flirting?? i don't know what else to call it #choices were made with The Location From Whence Jeb Ate Those French Fries and there have been other moments too #the way Taba watches Pyre; the way he unconsciously mimics his gestures #ANYWAY #my brain is trapped in 1980s utah

[quietrobots]

Ironically I do not like burgers but if I don't get my autistic mitts on a animal style in and out burger this year I might die

#those were the burgers anna and bill had when they recorded the cheeseburger rain scene #I think I've had it once but that was a bit before my time /sys #I remember the fries weren't good #coltontalks #I MEAN BURGERKING OF COURSE- /j /ref #can you guys guess what I'm finally rewatching

[arkhamsorderly]

After yesterday’s fiasco, I was… pretty shook up. I haven’t seen a person savaged like that in a long time.

They dragged Tetch away pretty quickly. Still, all I could focus on was the man half on top of me, and how his blood was dripping down my hands. I tuned out Tetch’s screams for a moment and almost thought that I’d done this thing. I couldn’t tell if I had or not.

The medics came only minutes later. They took the man to sickbay, but I stayed put. It took Red, one of my friends on the staff, hauling me to my feet for me to move.

I barely registered him taking me to the bathroom and cleaning the blood off. I didn’t move when he helped me out of my scrubs and into my regular clothes.

“Go home, Bill,” he said quietly, “Get some sleep. I’ll cover for you.”

And I was going to go, I swear I was. But to get out of that place, I had to pass through the rogues’ wing. Which means I passed by just about everyone on my way out. I didn’t get farther than Fries’s cell, which is literally the last cell on the row.

“Bill,” he called, and I stopped, but didn’t reply. I heard him come closer. “I’ve been waiting for you, I- are you alright?”

I looked up at him and I just couldn’t stop myself. My vision was already blurry with tears, and it was no effort at all to let them fall.

“Bill,” he said. He didn’t sound right. It was almost as if he was worried. But that wouldn’t be right- he doesn’t worry about anyone. “Sit down, you’ll fall.”

I did what he said, I sat. And I leaned my forehead against the glass, and I cried. I cried for that man back there whose blood was still on my hands, for this wretched city, and even for Tetch. Most of all, though, I (selfishly) cried for myself, and the memories I wish I didn’t have.

Fries was there the whole time. He sat close to the glass and murmured to me the whole time, something about how terrible it must have been and how I was safe now that he was with me. Bullshit, all of it- he’s the dangerous one of the two of us.

But he was there. And I think that means something.

#bill speaks #victor fries #mr freeze #arkham asylum #dc comics #dc villains #working at arkham #dc universe #bill in arkham #batman rogues #batman villains #gotham rogues #only in gotham #dc #dc rp #dcu #dc oc #rogues gallery #mister freeze

[sbrown82]

“Y’all come back now, ya hear!” 🤣🤣🤣

#the rolling stones #rolling stones #keith richards #mick jagger #bill wyman #charlies watts #mick taylor #the glimmer twins #music #rockstars #rock band #legends #icons #rock & roll #1969 #studio #fried chicken #funny #joke #1960s #60s #retro #vintage #behind the scenes #rare #candid #video #sbrown82