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i am officially back from the dead

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i need a bestie that is just as obsessed w tokio hotel as i am.

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SESSIONS

tom kaulitz x reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of sex (kinda)

ok imagine you're at a smoke session - tom splayed out on his sofa, eyes half shut and smiling. you would pass the joint to him and he'd hit it, head falling back as he exhales. you can't tear your eyes away from his neck, elongated as he melts even more bonelessly into the couch. he giggles at something someone says, and your gaze is drawn to the upturned corners of his mouth. even though your high makes you feel like everything is moving in slow motion, you can't help the spark of desire that lights somewhere in your stomach.

also fucking IMAGINE him shotgunning, he'd hold onto your jaw, angling you just right to make sure the smoke goes directly into your mouth. your lips would brush, just slightly, but you'd surge forward and deepen the kiss. you may end up coughing from the smoke in your lungs from your enthusiasm, but it would be worth it for the way he cups your cheeks and kisses you like he's experiencing something wonderful and new.

also also - lazy, giggly sex while you're both high? no urgency, just chasing pleasure as it comes over you. maybe you're riding him, hands pressed against his chest for balance as you grind against his length. when you finally cum, he clings to you like he wants nothing

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i’m such a bill girl it’s not even okay

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imagine getting eaten out by bill.

his piercing would just barely rub against your clit, then drop to tongue at your lips and entrance. you would continuously grind into him, trying to guide his mouth to your clit again.

after several tedious moments of his tongue darting in and out of you at a rapid pace, his tongue returns to your most pleasurable spot, and his slender fingers immediately replace it, immediately knowing where to find your g-spot.

by the end, your legs would be shaking, and you would cry out loud as you came on his face.

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‘TO THE BEAT’

tom kaulitz x reader!

context: smut 18+, unprotected sex, teasing, mentions of the reader being fingered/ eating out, fem!reader, slight mentions of overstimulation?, etc.

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the way the beats of the song match the way his hips move, and with your bodies so in sync - he was lost. his eyes dark and his forehead sweaty, his fingers thread through your hair, gripping it in his hand and an occasional pull to it made you whimper.

the way your shirt was hitched all the way up to your chest exposing your bare skin, the way you held on to his lower back, your nails digging into his skin which made him groan in pleasure.

"that's it darling, there you go. i told you id make you come to the beat," he whispers leaning so close to your ear that he had to hold on to the couch to balance himself over you.

that was the second time that night. the first time, he made sure his fingers were deep in you, the slick sounds being merely just a small background noise to the beats he made.

the leather material felt sticky under you, but that didn't matter. "you should do this often," you hum, as he moves away from you his fingers still tangled with your own and he kneels on the floor in front of you. your chest is heaving, moving up and down while the beats of his new song played in the background, being on a continuous loop.

"making beats?" tom smirked as he spreads your legs wider for better access. "and making me come," you nod smiling, which soon turned your face into that of pleasure as you arch back against the couch, your fingers on his wrist as he continues to torture you by teasing your clit. after a long time of being with him, letting him have his way with you, one thing that made tom hard (again, yes) was watching you come multiple times. and he made sure you knew it too.

"not again, baby... i can't - "

"you can, I'll be right here with you, and you're goin' to be fine, darling," tom mumbles, replacing his fingers with his tongue and his eyes watching your expression for the third time that night. "you're going to be just fine."

god, he loved it when you came.

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I'M SCREAMING I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS ! <3

thank you babyy!!

i have a tom oneshot coming soon 😙

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bill kaulitz x reader !

context: smut 18+, edging frm receiving, fingering, dirty dialogues, mocking,

“does it hurt, baby?”

a choked moan leaves your lips as bill brings his head up from between your thighs, lips covered in your essence. he rubs his fingers against the soft, damp skin of your upper thigh, dragging them up with feather-light touches until they ghost right above your drenched cunt. your thighs are held apart with his hands, the rings on his fingers leaving an imprint due to the pressure he applies to keep them apart.

“y-yes bill, it hurts so fuc-fucking bad,” you hiccup, eyes squeezing shut when he coos at you. he drags his fingers lightly around your hole, caressing the skin with the tip of his index and middle fingers.

“aw, that’s sad,” he chuckles, a bright glint in his eyes when he reaches to pull out a toy from the many others placed next to you on the bed.

you arch your back when the bullet vibrator is pressed against your clit, a broken cry reverberating throughout the room. bill can only grin as he turns the setting lower, forcing small circles on your swollen clit; and the grip you have on the sheets under you is so hard, you could almost tear them to shreds.

you can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone telling bill that you can’t cum anymore. it all comes out as blabbers, and bill couldn’t care any less.

“what was that, baby?” he asks, eyes glancing up your body as he pulls the vibrator away. you take a deep breath before loosening your grip on the sheets just the slightest, opening your mouth after swallowing your saliva to wet your dried throat.

“i-i can’t cum, please, i-it hurts,”

“i see, i see,” he nods, feigning understanding of your tiredness. he had you held in this position for not a second less than two hours; you couldn’t count on your fingers anymore how many times you’d cum throughout the night.

“but i’m having so much fun,” he fake pouts, bringing the vibrator down to your hole, prodding it against your entrance. he bites back a chuckle when you whine and your breathing intensifies, mouth dried up again as you leave it hanging open at the pain that slowly bleeds into pleasure throughout your lower half.

“aren’t you having fun?” he asks, eyes widening ever so slightly as he looks up at you in faux concern. the whines and cries leaving your lips are more than enough for the answer he wanted, thrusting the vibrator into your hole as he lowers his head back between your thighs.

licking at your clit, he grazes his teeth on it, keeping his pace with the vibrator as he takes the speed up a notch. you sob when you’re sure he isn’t stopping his ministrations any sooner, drool and tears staining your pretty lips. you’re pretty sure the neighbours are going to have a word with you tomorrow for troubling their sleep, but the way bill spread open your folds with two fingers to push in the vibrator, you couldn’t care to give a shit.

you think he’s going to pull away, the way you’re shuddering under his touch, desperate to release. but when he presses his lips to your entrance, you’re cumming harder than ever, spilling your juices around the buzzing vibrator and onto the bed.

“let me ask you that again,”

“does it hurt,?”

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bill kaulitz x afab reader !

| context : smut 18+, oral fem receiving, teasing, dirty dialogues, mentions of sex

you can’t sleep.

not because you aren’t tired or able to – you would be asleep right now if not for your boyfriend, who keeps tossing and turning in bed without cease, and that’s the reason why you’re currently glaring at the ceiling as though it’s offended you in some way.

bill seems oblivious to your predicament; he shifts under the sheets, tugging the blanket off your body, and heaves a deep sigh when he still can’t get comfortable.

“babe,” you call out at last, finally fed up with his incessant movements after what feels like three hours (it was probably only three minutes realistically, but the details aren’t important). bill whips towards you. through the darkness, you catch the way his dark long hair shifts to fall over his face.

you reach out and brush the loose strands out of the way pushing it behind his ear, his eyebrow piercing now fully visible, unable to hold back the soft smile that creeps onto your lips.

he catches your hand in his. lips dance over your fingertips, and you press your fingers further against his mouth, engrossed in the warmth he provides. 

“what’s up?” he asks after kissing your fingers several times. you exhale a laugh through your nose.

“that’s what I was going to ask you. you’ve been tossing and turning for what feels like hours. you good?” 

even in the shadows, you can make out the bright blush that speeds up bill’s neck and cheeks. 

“y-yeah, just woke up from a dream and can’t fall back asleep.”

“was it a nightmare?” you inquire, reaching out to brush your hand over bill’s flushed cheek. your thumb drags over his warm skin. he quickly shakes his head in response then presses his lips to the palm of your hand.

“a good dream. a really really good dream.” You don’t need to ask what he means by that, because he shifts to you, and as he moves, his crotch brushes against your thigh. the prominent imprint of his erection prods your skin, and you nearly huff a laugh out. of course, he’d wake up from a sex dream and not be able to fall asleep. “can I… can I show you what happened in it?”

you’re exhausted to the point of nearly falling asleep as bill talks to you, but there’s no way you’re going to turn down this offer.

“i’m tired,” you whine only to give him a hard time. bill puffs his cheeks full of air.

“you get to just sit back and let me take care of you, I promise.”

pursing your lips slightly, you give him a hesitant nod, but both of you know that you weren’t going to deny him in the first place.

bill pushes himself up, large hands accompanied by his beautifully black painted nails coming to rest on your waist, and you let him gently move you onto your back. a soft sigh slips past your lips. he eases you back further, then his hands work a path down your waist and hips, tugging the band of your underwear down without any hesitation. 

“bill…” you exhale when his lips touch the inside of your thigh. he knows how sensitive you are there, the immediate arousal that courses through you at the slightest touch of his lips, and how goosebumps rise across your skin when he grazes over the flesh with his teeth. you nearly clench your thighs around his head when his teeth sink into your skin. making you let out a somewhat muffled moan.

bill bites down a bit harder on the supple skin of your thigh. 

“do you wanna know what I dreamt of, baby? or do you just want to let me show you?” bill questions against your skin, hot breath ghosting over you and causes goosebumps to rise.

“tell me,” you whisper to the darkness above you. “I want to hear you say it.” bill hums. the vibrations ripple through you just as his teeth draw the supple flesh of your thigh into his mouth. he sucks gently, hard enough to cause a dark mark to blossom over your skin, then pulls off with a wet pop.

“you were underneath me,” he exhales over the spot he marked. “just like this.” another kiss, a swift brush of his lips against you. “my fingers pressing into your thighs.” he pauses to suck another mark into your skin before speaking again, “tongue deep into your pretty little pussy, fucking into you.” a kiss, then the drag of his tongue over your slightly sweaty skin. “leaving mark–” bill presses a soft peck to the juncture between your thigh and core “–after mark–” and nips the skin there lightly “–after mark.”

“and?” You inquire, a slight breathiness to your tone. bill laughs against your crotch, and the heat of his breath dances over your clit. you shiver at the sensation. his tongue darts out again to flick through your folds, collecting the threads of arousal there and bringing them between his lips. your thighs twitch as you watch him, the heady gleam in his eyes hitting you square in the chest.

“so needy. be patient, y/n. or I won’t give you anything.” bill leans over the thigh he hasn’t touched yet, lips caressing the skin with the slick of your arousal. he snags your thigh between his teeth again and lets his teeth just sit there for several moments until the imprint of his bite lingers on your skin.

“god, you’re so pretty with my marks all over you. I want to cover every inch of skin on your body with marks now.”

you hum at his words, head falling back against the pillow and eyes falling shut. he takes your lack of verbal response as a sign to continue, so he does. bill draws closer to your folds again, and when he drags his tongue over your core this time, he slows down. the pace is almost torturous – wet muscle twitching and pulsing against your clit as he lavishes your sopping cunt – and he even goes so far as to flick the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he pushes his face further against your folds. the way bill’s tongue works is nearly greedy in its hunger and lust, and you grip the sheets to brace yourself for the overwhelming sensation of his tongue breaching your entrance.

“bi…bill,” you whine as he barely pushes into you. long fingers trail their way up your thigh until they reach your folds and tease your pulsing hole. “d-don’t be mean.”

“mean? darling, you haven’t seen the half of it. I could sit here and edge you for hours. tease you over and over again. bring you to the brink of an orgasm, then tear it away from you in an instant. is that what you want?”

“no,” you exhale swiftly. “no, no, no. please.”

knowing that somewhere in your sick mind you wouldn’t care, as long as it was bill you’d be ready to take anything he’d give you.

“that’s right. so obedient for me.” bill tilts his head to the side, lips drawing over the skin under your hip, then he sucks the flesh between his plump lips to leave another dark bruise there. you try to whine at the lack of attention on your clit, but he cuts you off before you have the chance. those long fingers push into your tight hole without warning, two filling you up in an instant, and your complaints dissolve into a loud moan of pleasure instead. bill hums against your hip. “my pretty little baby. so loud as I fuck her needy little cunt. and this is only with my fingers? Tsk tsk, baby. are you that desperate?”

“sto… stop teasing,” you beg, hips bucking up against bill’s face.

“I don’t think I will, y/n.” he smiles, bill’s long fingers curl deep in you. the sensation has you seeing stars as he pulls the pads of those same fingers over your sweet spot. “because I don’t think you truly want me to.”

he’s not wrong, but you refuse to give him the pleasure of admitting it aloud. instead, you push your hips forward again in attempts to fuck yourself on his fingers. bill clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling his lips off another dark spot near the inside of your thigh.

“that didn’t answer my question, darling.”

“you – you didn’t ask a question,” you whisper, unable to lift your voice any higher thanks to the way bill’s fingers are twisting inside you.

“do you want me to stop teasing?” bill cocks his head to the side. his eyes glint in the darkness, and you can barely catch the way the moonlight hits the white of his eyes and flashes lust in his blown-out pupils.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“such a shame we can’t all have what we want.”bill flicks a loose strand of hair back, teasing you with a single arched brow. you bite back the urge to kick him in the shoulder, and frankly, he’s lucky that you’re enjoying the touch of his fingers so much because otherwise, you would most certainly have kicked him away by now. he must sense your apprehensions because he curls his fingers hard in you. “now, do you want me to stop teasing?”

“no,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. bill hums at your confirmation before letting his chin dip back towards your folds. He pushes them apart with ease, tongue prodding at the place where his fingers meet your body twice before he brings the skilled muscle up to flick over your clit.

“then cum for me first, love,” bill commands as a small hum slips past his lips and reverberates against your clit. It’s all the permission you need to fall apart under his touch, thighs trembling and quaking as the power of your orgasm crashes over you. you can’t see anything beyond the haze of white that fills your vision, and bill’s fingers massage your g-spot through the entirety of your high. It’s a beautiful bliss that he sends you into, but one that is over far too soon for your liking. 

you heave deep breaths, chest working up and down with the effort of gasping air into your lungs. bill wiggles his fingers a little bit deeper. a low chuckle slips past his lips.

“now, about you wanting to be fucked…”

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