★Christmas cookies★

TW: fluff, kissing, m!reader, use of y/n and m/n, making cookies and being ridiculous, some teasing, just sweet fluff, some kissing and teasing, nicknames like baby, etc

A/n: I’m back guys! Well I’m still sorta slow on fics but I’m trying to work on it cuz the holidays and such are so busy.

Tom stood clueless in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the ingredients laid out on the counter as his boyfriend washed his hands in the kitchen sink.

“Uhh.. baby I don’t think I’m equipped with the skill to do this..” Tom sighed, turning to look at m/n as he chuckled and flicked water at him before drying his hands.

“Oh shush, such nonsense isn’t allowed in my kitchen. You’re only here to do the cookie cutters anyway.” M/n remarked, earning a huff from Tom as he walked over and went back to the gingerbread cookies he was making.

“Our kitchen, plus I can make a mean cheesecake.”

“Uh-huh, Tom you do everything but bake.” M/n huffed teasingly, rolling his eyes as Tom came up behind him and hugged him, Tom’s arms around his waist and chin on his shoulder. Tom snuck his hands around to m/n’s stomach, pulling his shirt up a tad and sneaking his cold hands under m/n’s shirt.

“Tom! I almost dropped the egg shells in!” M/n jolted at the cold hands, whining as he cracked the last egg into the bowl.

“So?”

“So you could’ve had shells in your cookies! And you already ate half of my pastries so I need to make more.” M/n huffed, barely able to put and actual bite behind his words as Tom gently began to kiss his jaw.

“Not my fault you make good pastries, I couldn’t help it..” Tom murmured, kissing m/n’s jaw a few times before kissing his cheek then pulling back.

“And besides you don’t need to make me any fatter, the regular cookie batches are enough already.”

“You’re not fat Tom, plus I’d love you anyway. I’d rather have a well fed man than a starving man. ‘Nd I like spoiling you, baking is fun regardless.” Tom hummed at m/n’s words, looking over his shoulder at the cookie dough as m/n mixed it and put it in Saran Wrap before letting go so m/n could carry it over to the fridge.

Tom hummed happily as he watched m/n roll out and flatten the now ready dough, setting out the cookie cutters so Tom could do it. M/n hummed as he watched Tom happily press the metal shapes into the cookies; classic gingerbread men, stars, snowflakes, Christmas trees, and many other shapes. It was nice to see Tom happy over something so simple, but m/n knew Tom would be happier when they were baked and it was time to ice them.

The two men were hosting Christmas like usuals, everyone brought or made different things. It was mostly a small celebration with the band; Gustav, Georg, Tom, Bill, Georg and gustav’s wives, and m/n. They always had Christmas dinner together and Tom always loved showing off and braving about how good m/n’s baking was. Cookies, pies, pastries, homemade bread, homemade rolls, etc.

And 30 minutes later the cookies were baked, laying out on cooling racks along with sugar cookies that now just needed to be iced.

“Tom please don’t get icing everywhere, I love you and all but I hate when the kitchen is sticky right before Christmas.” M/n hummed, giving Tom a soft peck on the lips as Tom let him go so he could go ice the cookies.

And as Tom Iced the cookies m/n cleaned the kitchen, stopping every once in a while to check on Tom or help with something, and it took about an hour for all of the cookies to be iced. Of course tom had made a few inappropriate gingerbread men, giving them boobs or a dick, but m/n could only laugh, seeing a glance of his much younger much more immature husband when they had only been boyfriends all those years ago.

Tom hummed and walked over to m/n, pulling him close and leaning in to press a gentle, slow kiss to his lips, and m/n reciprocated. Tom tasted like gingerbread and apple cider with a hint sugar from the icing which only made m/n love him more.

Life was good around the holidays, especially when they were at home together. Husband and husband.

YAYYYY! New fic for the Tom boys dropped! I’ve been sooo busy these past few weeks, I went and saw the nutcracker and they had a beautiful ballerina from Moscow. It was super cool! I’m also on my period so cramps are kicking my ass but I’m doing good if anyone cares. MERRRY EARLY CHRISTMASS Love you guys!

In short, I’ve grown, I’m sure we all have. I’ve found myself in new fandoms, with new friends and new characters and celebrities to look up to. Now I know it is very very unlikely I will ever write a fic about the boys again, but I just wanted to check in and let you guys know that I’m doing good, I’m no longer deathly burnt out, and I’m overall pretty happy now. Despite the fact I’m currently recovering from a horrible case of Covid and losing my voice for a week.

Now I’m not going to completely disappear, in fact I think here in the next few months I’m going to make a new tumblr account to continue my love of writing and fanfiction. I miss tumblr, lots, and having it uninstalled has been sort of eye opening.

Anyway, I love you guys so so much, thank you for all of your support over the 2 ish years of my account existing, and I hope that in my future endeavors you continue to support me and maybe I’ll enlighten you to my new special interests! And who knows, maybe I’ll even return to my alien days in the future..

★Small problem★

TW: dressing room sex, unprotected sex, spit as lube, semi-public sex, quickies, m!reader, anal/gay sex

Bill whined when he heard his dressing room door open, expecting it to be one of the staff to interrupt him. Yet when he felt hands on his waist he realized it was his boyfriend, sighing and letting his eyes close as his hands gently wandered his sides, occasionally slithering up under his t-shirt.

“Sorry if I interrupted, jus’ needed to see you before the set..” m/n murmured, kissing at the side of his neck with a small yet sly smile. Bill just rolled his eyes, going back to doing his makeup in the full body mirror. He always found it easier to stand and do his makeup before shows anyway.

“No big spiky hair?” M/n hummed, his eyes locked on Bill’s figure in the mirror and the lack of his boyfriend’s spiky hair like he usually had it.

“Nope, it’s an acoustic set anyway, just enough volume to look good.” Bill hummed. He had his hair down a bit, it was a lot less spiky and more reminiscent of his past style the year before.

“So no scolding if I want a quickie and mess your hair up?” M/n teased, smirking as he nipped at the side of Bill’s neck, leaving a little red mark. Bill whined, feeling his boyfriend’s hips press against his ass.

“Cmon.. please bill? We have like 30 minutes before the show.. surely that’s enough time.” M/n whined, pleading with bill for a compromise.

“Without lube? You’re out of your mind.” Bill scoffed, he was so anal about it (no pun intended), it was just a quickie anyway.

“Bill please.. help a man out…” bill couldn’t help but blush at the needy whine, letting out a huff as he set his makeup palette back on the small vanity.

“Fine. But quickly.”

Bill moaned as m/n’s hands groped at his ass, their lips moving almost in sync as they kissed. Bill could feel himself getting harder, his tight jeans not helping one bit as m/n basically dry humped him while they made out. How desperate. Bill frowned when m/n pulled away, pouting as he watched the other boy undo his belt, his frown fading at the sight of his boyfriend’s erection, a bead of precum already gathered on the tip as bill quickly turned and undid his own jeans and pulled them off. He had to change his jeans before the show anyway after spilling soda on them.

“Mmh.. fuck..” m/n moaned, watching as bill stripped his lower half and m/n quickly used the opportunity to press him against the vanity. He spat in his hand and slicked up his cock, pumping himself a few times before pushing into bill, earning a hiss from him as he adjusted to m/n’s size.

“Sorry.. fuck.. I would use lube if I had any baby..” he murmured into the crook of Bill’s neck, glancing at the mirror to gauge Bill’s expression for any pain. Bill’s eyebrows were furrowed like he was concentrating really hard, either trying not to show it or too focused on how it felt. Either way m/n was trying extremely hard not to cum right away as bill experimentally clenched around him, making small whines fall from his lips as he tried to not be too loud. They could never be too loud in case they got caught, nobody ever really knew how thin the walls of dressing rooms were so it was better to be careful.

“…move.. please..” bill murmured, moaning as m/n’s hips began to slowly move, thrusting in and out slowly as he tried to form a steady pace. He froze when bill let out a strangled whine, his cock having hit Bill’s prostate a bit roughly.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“N-no.. Scheiße keep going please..“ bill whimpered, moaning loudly when m/n began to pick up his pace, bringing a hand to slither up Bill’s chest to gently pinch one of his nipples through his t-shirt. Bill‘s nipples were extremely sensitive, bill could cum from only nipple play most days if he did it right; one wrong caress and his hardened nipples would give away how aroused he was.

M/n’s pace slowly sped up until he was rutting his cock deep into bill, soaking up every whine and moan bill let fall from his lips, letting out little grunts when bill clenched around him.

“Ah- Scheiße.. I- ‘m gonna-“ bill couldn’t even finish his sentence, moaning as m/n gently pinched one of his nipples as he orgasmed, spurting cum all over the vanity as m/n wrapped a hand around Bill’s cock, milking every last drop out of him as he picked up his pace a tad more, only a few seconds behind bill as bill clenched around him and brought his orgasm over him harshly.

M/n's thrusts slowly came to a halt, his hips only lightly jerking forward as he and bill slowly came down from their highs.

Bill frowned as he pulled on a fresh pair of jeans, staring sadly at the makeup palette he had accidentally knocked off of the vanity while coming. He crouched down to pick it up, scanning it over for cracks or chips. It wasn't broken thankfully. He looked over at m/n who was currently working on wiping Bill's cum off of the vanity, having used about 5 tissues already.

"I swear bill you spray like a sprinkler..” he huffed, earning a whine from bill as he wiped up the last bit of cum and tossed the wad of tissues in the trash, chuckling when he went over to bill and pulled him close.

"Oh c'mon don't give me that look, it makes me want to kiss you even more.." m/n teased, earning a small giggle from bill as he leaned in for a kiss, his hands planting themselves on Bill's hips as their lips met in a sweet and gentle kiss.

YAY! Another fic done, some bill smut for you guys. This one was a bit rushed but I promise I tried my best if it’s shit. Love you guys!!

★Long day★

A/N: this is shit and super rushed I’m sorry guys

TW: fluff with slight smut, cockwarming, mentions of bratty bill, mentions of a dom/sub dynamic, a bit angsty in the beginning, sweet nicknames like ‘baby’ and ‘Schätzchen’

Bill had been such a brat all day, teasing you, not listening, and overall just disobeying. He usually wasn’t like this so you knew something was up.

“Bill baby.. what’s up? You’ve been so bratty today..” You murmured softly, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around him from behind, craning your neck to gently kiss at his shoulder right on the edge of the collar of his shirt. Your arms wrapped around him in more of a possessive yet gentle way, one hand slipping beneath his shirt to gently caress his pale, cool skin hidden beneath as he brushed his teeth.

“Nothing..” He murmured hesitantly around his toothbrush, a small bit of the minty foam dripping onto his chin.

“You sure? You’ve been disobeying me all day.” You said, taking a more direct approach to addressing his troublesome behavior. Yet you were still gentle, you knew bill was often like this when stressed or just needy and wanted more attention after not getting any rewards for his good behavior. but often bill regretted it when it came time for punishments, so you were gentle and understanding for the most part. Bill just nodded silently, a bit sheepish with the internal fear of some sort of punishment. The poor boy was just stressed, he didn’t mean to disobey.

“I just- I feel like you haven’t been paying attention to me…” Bill murmured, spitting out his toothpaste into the sink. That made your heart hurt, had you been neglecting him? Your role in the relationship was to take care of him, not make him feel neglected.

“Oh Schätzchen.. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way..” You said softly, turning him around to pull him into a gentle embrace. Kissing the crown of his head repeatedly as he clung to you. Bill whimpered into the crook of your neck, murmuring an incoherent apology into your neck.

“Shh.. don’t be sorry.. it’s all my fault baby.. let’s just go to bed, okay?” Bill nodded, letting you pick him up and carry him back into your bedroom. You set him on the bed and left to quickly change into some pajamas, soon returning shirtless with some pajama pants on and climbing into bed with bill. Your back rested against the headboard and pillows, bill crawling into your lap and straddling you.

“Let’s give you a reward, hm? I’ll let you pick this time baby.” Bill paused and thought for a moment before looking up at you as he straddled your lap.

“Cockwarming please..” bill requested softly, giving you those big brown puppy eyes you just couldn’t resist.

“Of course baby.” You said softly, letting go of bills hips so he could slip his pajama shorts off and you tugged down your sweatpants slightly, giving your half hard cock a few pumps in your hand. Bill eagerly took matters into his own hands, sliding down on your cock with a soft moan as he curled up against your chest.

“Feels good doesn’t it? My poor boy just needed some good cock didn’t he?” You cooed in a slightly teasing tone, gently kissing his forehead as he cuddled against you.

I hate this fic. Anyway, sorry if it’s super short but I’ve been busy this week. I went to the Ghost movie (Rite here right now) yesterday and I’ve also been trying to fix my sleep schedule and shit. And I started my period today so bleh :P

Anyway, love you guys!

Tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @billskeis @tomssexdoll @goreishgorinthgoreofshits @cherry-rawr @madzandmore

I've been following your block for a while and got this nice fic idea

Like, this one interview where they talk about piercings and Tom's like "I've got a new one down their" and I was thinking like a m!reader fic where reader helps tom with the pain of his prince albert piercing or frenum piercing. but it turns into smut, with reader teasing the hell out of Tom with his piercing.

I hope you like my idea🙃

TW: handjob, frenum piercing, cum tasting?, light teasing, unlabeled relationship, hints of a praise kink

A/N: I know what clip ur talking about. And no fancy banner this time :(

Tom grunted as he sat on the bathroom counter, slightly embarrassed at the prospect of asking his friend for help with his new piercing. He needed to change the jewelry but couldn’t bring himself to do it because of the pain and how nauseous it made him. So here he was, his lower half bare as he sat on the cold bathroom counter and waited for you to come help him.

When you finally did you smirked, the sight of a flushed and embarrassed Tom being a pleasant one as you walked between his legs and began to help him change the jewelry. Your touch was gentle on his cock, not wanting to hurt him on accident. Yet when Tom let out a moan after a particularly gentle touch on the underside of his cock as you slid the new curved barbel in made you pause.

You glanced up at Tom and raised an eyebrow, only for him to mumble a weak “shut up” which really held no harsh tones.

“You sure Tom? Sounds like you enjoyed that.” You hummed, brushing your finger over the same spot just below the head of his cock, making him let out a muffled whine that sounded almost pleading. You just chuckled and screwed the small ball onto the end of the jewelry, the small, curved, silver barbel now replacing the gold one he’d had before. It was a pleasant sight, the small silver accents right below the pinkish head of his cock that was slowly hardening in your hand as his face flushed even more.

“Feels nice doesn’t it? Someone being gentle with you?” You gently yet slowly gave his cock a stroke, pumping it in your hand and earning a small moan. Tom’s head lulled back, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as you have him slow, teasing pumps.

“Scheiße.. d-don’t tease..” he whined, attempting to lift his head to look at you, only to let out a loud moan as you gave his frenum piercing a gentle tug.

“Sensitive, yeah?” You questioned, giving Tom gentle yet firm pumps with one hand, the other slowly rubbing his bare thigh. Goosebumps prickled at Tom’s skin as you teased him, too engrossed in his arousal to remember his embarrassment.

The rest of the handjob was fueled with soft praises, the pumps were firm and slow, occasionally speeding up and giving his cock a small squeeze. Yet you didn’t let him cum just yet, drawing out his pleasure for as long as you pleased. Eventually you watched as a bead of precum leaked from his tip, bringing your other hand away from his thigh to collect the precum on your fingertip, before bringing it up to your lips and tasting it with a small hum as you heard Tom moan.

And with that you finally let him cum, your hand going back down to his thigh to sooth him as his cum leaked from the tip and down onto your hand. But you didn’t mind, just licking you hand clean and helping clean him up with a warm washcloth and a few gentle kisses pressed to his lips as he slowly came down from his high. He grimaced slightly at the taste of his own cum on your lips but it wasn’t the worst thing ever so he decided he’d deal with it for now.

“Good job.. so kind for letting me help.. now let’s head to bed, yeah? I’m sure that was tiring to you.”

YIPPEE!!! I’m sorry it’s a bit short but I didn’t have any other ideas so why not do the request? I’ve been super busy and just not in the mood to write smut so sorry if it sucks but I tried my best. Anyway, luv you guys❤︎︎