What To Do My Psychology Project On

Tick, tock. And he repeated to infinity.

These have been some difficult days between exams, academic competitions, early relationships ... All are jointly and makes me want to return to the safety of my bed, now that if we add my next move it's chaos.

well aware But I can not deny Tokio Hotel, and I do not want xD , and pacing by LJ aelilim , I learned things, you know, that Twins are going to live alone ... Oh, yes! Solos * bad *. eager think

then got a photo shoot and I had enough material to create "something" and be happy. Sure, sure that I do not deviate from the pending issue of my fic, much less of a Tom / Bushido I I know I get a shirt of eleven staff but Cide is the culprit (?)

xD Anyway, I leave you with a "drabble?, which has no rationale, much less explaining

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Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Tom / Bill or Bill / Tom or Kaulicest or how they prefer xD.
Warnings: Slash . Twincest.

Uncertainty.

Yes, yes, no.

been more than two hours, but look you are tired to hear it even more. Nothing seems to keep you happy, you smile on one side, give orders and tired sigh.

Yes, yes, no.

Crosses the left leg, you're tired, you play with your fingernails and I look in the mirror, wet your lips and return your gaze to the girl's makeup. Explain some gestures to one of your eyes has become more loaded than the other.

Yes, yes, no . Gustav

looks at me sideways, I do not really pay attention plays with his hands, pretending to play his drums. But his eyes show what annoyed me is all we are only a few minutes into the concert, and we are here, seeing how they want to look perfect .

Yes, yes, no.

Finally the beeps makeup of joy and smiles approvingly as you turn around. My tongue piercing is guided me when I see you say you were not perfect would deny that we are not at midnight.

Yes, yes, no.

You look at all side, awaiting approval. You only get a grunt of "Finally" by Georg Gustav a yawn and a knowing look from me. Everyone exits the dressing room, you top up the toilet and I invite to approach with a smile.

Yes, yes, no.

knock on the door and stop what would be a brainstorming session fluids probably shatter the nerves of the makeup and the staff.

You look a little more salt in the mirror and vocalizing something. Accommodate my cap, some dreadlocks out of place.

so complicated What Bill Kaulitz, my twin, my friend, my lover.

Yes, yes, yes.

Cruising Spots New York

quickie ... not feet bad.

As I thought about the immortality of the crab, in my tests, the academic competition on Monday, and others. My muse came to visit and gave me some ideational (this one).

clarify that it is my first time (?) XD. But is that the Billshido I can, not as much as Bill / Tom, but can and Drabble won xD.

So without further to say (or anything, of course), I leave my building xDDDDD.

I forget to thank for tooodo to Cide (aka aelilim ), without you I could not yet * O *!!!!

Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Bill / Bushido hint of Bill / Tom
xD Warnings: Sex, Slash.
Beta: aelilim
Title: Possession.

Bitch.

The word kept echoing in his head, had many adjectives, diva, berrinchudo even sucker ... but bitch, that was above everything, and it bothered him.

Bitch. Perhaps

was not even the word itself but the context and the person who said it, that is, who the hell was thought to say so, he was not a bitch , and would prove it.

Bitch.

This time the nickname was accompanied a grunt who got her shiver and I would be much, much more.

did not even know how the situation had become so, the last thing I remember is walking through the halls of the NRJ, annoyed with Tom for something not remember right now. Not that I like to think a lot because it's likely that when you decide to do so would end without nails, headache and very, very ashamed.

a lick on his neck made him open his eyes. The possessive form which made her hips were disarmed him, panting against her will, she could not believe he did this. If someone would have prevented in the past, his reaction would have been passing by and even laugh.

Bitch.

This time not even bother to repel, not the torture he was subjected were so delicious , suffocating, intoxicating that cognitive ability was reduced to just try to follow the movement of hips with which was rammed. Little tired, certainly, as it was more wild and passionate than usually did.

God! I could almost feel it was split in two, but at the same time his point was so touched and could hardly breathe without moaning.

Bitch.

felt her abdomen contract and the toes stick painfully into the carpet. Its member claimed attention, and much, but his hand did not even reach to move when the rough hand of Bush caught in a strong grip your erection to begin moving almost to the rhythm with his hips.

Her cheeks were stained a crimson color when he heard himself begging. He felt the rapper's grin on his lips, he was losing control, the cold wall of the closet was the only thing tangible that was not to get lost in their world of pleasure. However, that did not matter.

Oh shit, no!

did not care to begin to raise the tone of their cries, much less than if someone came at that time his image would be seriously damaged. No! The only thing that mattered was to end this ordeal.

Bitch.

He likes to bury the nail in Bush's man at the time of completion. It was his revenge, but at the time of landfall did more than damage their shoulders for the damn smirk and had made him mad.

"You're more of a kitten," he said looking deep scratches on his shoulders, raised his pants slowly enjoying the moment. Although Bitch is you better.

I looked deep hatred, and when he left his amazement he realized his condition. Pants to the floor, shirtless, his hair a mess, a light burning in the back ... Well, I admit, a nice burning.

He dressed quickly and reworked almost the same speed before leaving the station quick step. Tom was waiting a few feet away, he looked angry and tense, but could not say anything since Bush made his appearance in front of him from like two strangers.

When the rapper passed him whispered something that made you put stiff and stopped for now.

- Are you okay? Tom asked, surprised and with a strange glow in his eyes.

"Yes, fine. He walked a little further and overtook him.

You My Bitch.

That phrase

won the everlasting hatred of Bill Kaulitz. Oh, yes, because now not only was a bitch but it was the dog of Bushido. Anything else

degrading and enjoyable at the same time?

I hesitated.