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Bill & Tom Kaulitz x McDonald's

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date idea: i angrily rant about people in my life and you agree with everything i say

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the urge to disappear from the face of the earth be getting stronger lately

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i think tom is silly guys 🤔

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this is so cute 😭

'babysitting' the Kaulitz twins °. 2003

₊‧.°.⋆ fluff ⋆.°.‧₊

your mother and the twins' mother are friends. When Miss Kaulitz wants to go on a trip with her boyfriend for the weekend, you are asked to look after her sons.

You don't really feel like it. You know Bill and Tom and you are well aware that they can be quite mischievous and naughty and constantly get into some kind of trouble. But your mother sends you over and now you have to spend the weekend with the little twins.

When you arrive, you sit down on the sofa, annoyed, and turn on the TV. The twins instantly come running up to you. Tom grins cheekily “I heard you really wanted to spend the weekend with us”

You roll your eyes “I think you've misunderstood something, little buddy. I'm here to babysit”

Tom tilts his head a little “and that means…” you sigh as you try to concentrate on the TV “that means you are a baby and I am going to sit around”

Bill chuckles a little mischievously and gives his brother a punch in the side “did you hear that? you're a baby”

Tom furrows his eyebrows “I'm not a baby. I'm almost a man”.

You're still trying to concentrate on the TV while the twins tease each other. “I don't see no man here…” you mumble, a little annoyed. Tom looks back and forth between you and Bill. Bill grins “'Told you so”

Tom snorts in annoyance "ok, whatever" he turns towards the tv and turns it off "no tv. Mom said we have to save electricity"

You sigh and chew on your bottom lip "alright guys, what then? you wanna... I don't know, play outside?"

Tom acts all cocky "I got a bed. We can play in there"

You shake your head in disbelief and get off the sofa "careful little buddy, you're way too young to be talking about any of that"

Tom acts like he's sooo grown and tilts his head a little "hm? I'm almost 14. So I'm almost 16 and that means I'm almost 18, so I'm about your age"

You can't help but giggle at this logic. Awww, he's such a little cutie. You take a step forward and pat him encouragingly on the shoulder "yeah sure. And if you keep aging this fast in a matter of seconds, we might as well say you're almost 80 too and then Bill and I would have to start asking around to find a place for you in an old people's home"

Bill breaks out laughing as Tom shakes your hand off his shoulder and frowns at you "not funny..." he grumbles.

you smile at the twins "ok, serious now. What do you want to do? We gotta do something"

Bill grins: “You know, Tom and I have a band. We play real songs and are extremely popular. We have 10,000 fans”

Tom clears his throat and pokes his brother in the side: "more like 10 fans…" you raise an eyebrow. so these two kids have a band now? cute, but what does ‘real songs’ mean to Bill?

you shrug your shoulders ”so are you going to play me something or what?”

Bill grins again: “of course!” Tom, however, chews on his lower lip a little sheepishly: “uhhhh…. well, half the band is missing. And Bill isn't a particularly good singer, so don't expect too much now…”

Bill gasps in offense “hey, you sing then, Tom!”

Tom quickly acts as if he would ever dare to do that “well, so… we all know I sing best here. but out of … reasons… I can't sing at the moment. Um… I have to rest my golden voice”

Bill and you burst out laughing, Tom grins a little proudly.

After a while you remember that the twins probably have to do something for school "say, don't you two have any homework?"

Bill's eyes widen slightly and he quickly diverts from the topic: "Uhhh, I know what we're doing next. We're writing a new song for our band. It's really super important, we can't put it off”

Tom nods and makes a very innocent face: "Exactly. That has to be done. Super urgent. The fans… They're waiting. We can't leave them hanging” You look at the boys, a little confused: "all 10 fans are waiting? Huh? Do you have homework or not?” Bill distracts you again: “10 fans, 10,000 fans, what's the difference? They're eagerly waiting for a new hit. Come on” Bill takes you by the hand and you follow the twins to the kitchen table.

Tom gives you a pencil and Bill places a block in front you. Tom grins: "Well, get started then"

you look back and forth between the twins with a look of surprise "Me?" Bill smirks at his brother: "Not so easy, huh? Well, not everyone is a musical genius."

Tom grins back and the brothers give each other a big high five.

You smile, thinking the twins are adorable: "Ok you two, i'll write it down and you think about the lyrics. then the next hit should be ready in the next few minutes, riiiight?"

Tom immediately backtracks a little: "Uh, it was mostly Bill's idea anyway. Don't look at me!" Bill rolls his eyes: “pff typical. What I wouldn't do to work with professionals for once” Tom snorts: “Yeah, me too!” You try to stifle a giggle at their little argument. Bill sighs. "Well, let me think for a moment. I'm only doing all this for our countless fans!" The three of you work on new songs, most of the ideas originate from Bill, and Tom and you only throw in a few words occasionally. The results are… ok. And the twins complain that your handwriting is soooo hard to read. As if.

You then make a few sandwiches together and have dinner. Later you put the twins to bed, although they whine that they're waaaay too old to be put to bed and they're not at aaaaall tired yet. They have to go to bed anyway. You sit down in the living room and read some tabloid you bought after school yesterday. After a while, you go back upstairs to see if the boys have fallen asleep.

You open the door to Tom's room a crack and are shocked to see that his bed is empty. Oh no, God please no! You get scared and start imagining the worst case scenarios in your head.

You can only hope that Bill is still there and can tell you where his brother might have gone in the middle of the night!

You go over to Bill's bedroom door and open it. Your heart skips a beat.

Relief fills your whole body. Tom is lying next to Bill in Bill's bed, back to back, eyes closed and breathing in sync. You can't help but smile

"Good night you little rascals" you whisper and close the door.

°. The End

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man do i love a good enemies to lovers fic 😫

Fire and Ice

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N have been enemies for years, they go to the same university and he is such a pain in the ass. One day at a party they get into an argument, one slap leading to him giving Y/N a taste of how he really felt about her.

A/N: if you want to be tagged or i accidently missed your tag comment on my pinned masterlist <3

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary but turns into riding), mutual masturbation, LOTS OF TEASING AND KISSING, arguing (some violence but only a tiny bit)

Tom kaulitz was my "enemy", he was in the same university as me and much to my luck, every single class I was in. He was a pain in the ass, a real asshole. He always teased me, only choosing to be an asshole to me and nobody else.

I didn't really know why he chose me to be his personal punching bag, it's not like I ever did anything, he was always just like that, trying to target me in any way he could, finding flaws and running with them.

He acted like an immature teenager, throwing paper balls at me just to spite me, he was disrespectful, always invading my personal space. I was sick of it, I came close to just punching him in the face multiple times and he loved it, he loved the reactions he got out of me.

One day, I got invited to one of his friends parties at their mansion. It was gonna be quite a big party, filled with hundreds of people I didn't know. My friends were going and I decided to not let Tom dictate my night, wanting to have fun without him disturbing it like he always did. I got dressed, wearing a skimpy red dress that accentuated my curves, paired with some black louboutins. I chose a simple makeup look and straightened my hair, keeping it down.

We arrived quite late, walking inside the mansion and admiring the interior design, walking outside where everyone was. We were greeted by the host and given some drinks, the music blasting in our ears and the smell of alcohol wafting through the air. We looked around to see a majority of people in the pool, splashing around and having fun, the cool night air breezing against our skin.

He was in the garden, talking to some friends. He was already quite drunk, wearing a white t shirt with some random band on it, dark blue baggy jeans and a leather jacket. He had a cigarette in one hand and beer in another, taking occasional drags from his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the night sky.

I walked over to the cooler, I had already finished my drink and rummaged through it, finding bottles upon bottles of beer until I spotted a seltzer can, I grabbed it and cracked it open, taking a small sip.

Toms eyes caught me from across the yard. He muttered something to his friends before saunting over, his movements confident and purposeful. He stopped a few feet away, eyeing the rink in my hand with a smirk. I was with my friends, they just settled with the beer and we started to talk.

Tom interrupted my conversation, his voice loud over the music, "not drinking tonight?" he teased, tipping his beer bottle towards my seltzer. His tone was mocking, as if he didn't believe I'd have the self control, "or are you on a special diet?" he pouted sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and looked him up and down, "fuck off Tom, go back to your deadbeat friends, I'm sure they'd love your company right now," I winked, making a blowjob motion in my mouth, with my tongue, my friends chuckling with me.

Toms face darkened, he stepped closer, towering over me. "You've got a smart mouth on you," he growled, leaning in, his voice low, "careful...it might get you into trouble.." he paused, his gaze flicking to my lips. I bursted out laughing, "aww I'm so scared, mr tough guy! Get the fuck out of here Tom," I turned back to my friends.

Toms hand shoots out, grabbing my arm and spinning me back around to face him. His grip is firm, almost painful, "you think this is fucking funny?" he sneered. "You think you're better than me?" he raised his voice, looking at my friends, a cold glare. "Hey! Don't talk to my fucking friends like that, have some respect!" I raised my voice back, shoving him off me.

He stumbled back a step, surprise flashing across his face before his expression hardened again. He took a step forward, crowding my personal space, I had to admit, he was kind of sexy when he was mad. "You push me..I push back.." he gave me a small shove, "you shove me, I shove harder," he said darkly.

I slapped him harshly across the face, the sound of the slap echoing, catching everyone's attention, "get the fuck away from me Tom!" I screamed. His head snapped to the side, for a moment he was stunned, his hand coming up to touch his reddening cheek. Then his eyes narrowed dangerously as he turned back to me, "you fucking bitch.." he grunted, his chest heaving with intense anger.

Without warning, Tom grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder, "you think you're fucking tough, huh? You think you can mouth off to me and get away with it? I don't fucking think so!" he yelled, marching inside the house as I kicked and screamed.

"GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD! FUCK YOU!" I kept screaming obscenities at him, clawing at his back and kicking his stomach, but he didn't budge, my blows to him were like tiny punches. He laughed at my attempts to escape and bursted into an empty bedroom, sitting me down on the dresser.

He stood in between my legs and looked down at me, his eyes burning with rage, "look at me.." he growled, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him, "why do you have to be so difficult all the time, hm?" he said lowly. I scoffed and looked at him in disbelief, "you were the one that fucking started it Tom, don't start with that shit!" his jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides.

"I don't give a fuck whether I started it or not, you don't get to just slap me around whenever you feel like it," I furrowed my eyebrows, "and you don't get to taunt me whenever you feel like it, you're such a fucking hypocrite!" I raised my voice, I could physically feel the anger rising in me.

"Shut your mouth.." he hissed, grabbing my chin tighter, "oh fuck you Tom, shut your fu-" he silenced me with a brutal, passionate kiss, crashing his mouth against mine, his hands gripping my thighs painfully tight. He kissed me rough and hard, his teeth biting into my lower lip.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing heavy, chests heaving. "You fucking infuriate me.." he growled, "oh shut up you love it," I glared at him and smashed my lips into his once again, passionately kissing him, our tongues fighting for dominance.

He groaned against my mouth, his hands coming up and tangling in my hair. He kissed me back just as passionately, his anger morphing into desire. He grinded his hips against mine, showing me just how much he does 'love it'.

"You're such a fucking cunt..I hate you.." I grunted against his lips, he chuckled, "you hate me, I hate you," he muttered, his mouth moving to my neck. He sucked and bit at my skin, marking me, "but we both know you'd beg for me.." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "wipe that shit eating grin off your face, you're not smart," he chuckled and kept kissing my neck, trailing up to my jawline, "cmon baby.." he pouted, "stop fighting me, let me make you feel good.." he whispered in my ear, his breath hot.

I bit my lip and turned my head to the side, "mmmh...stubborn girl.." he moved his hands down my body, grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to him. His grin widened, knowing it'd irritate me. He slid his hands under my dress and gently grazed his fingers over my panty covered pussy, letting his fingers drag along, teasing me.

"Tom.." I gasped, looking up at him, "that's it baby...relax.." he cooed, his voice filled with sarcasm. "Oh fuck you.." I reached my hand out and grabbed his bulge, squeezing it softly, "not so fun when it's being done to you, hm?" he inhaled sharply as I groped him, his hips jerking forward into my touch.

"Careful.." he warned, but his voice was strained with pleasure. He grabbed the straps of my dress and dragged them down my shoulders, letting them slip through my arms. He then reached behind me, gently gliding the zipper down, in one swift motion he took my dress off, revealing myself to him.

I was barely wearing a bra and panties, I had a black thong on and a skimpy lacy bra, my tits practically spilling out of my bra. "Fuck you're gorgeous.." he groaned, diving his head down and kissing my neck once again, leaving a new trail of hickeys.

"You walk around looking like that.." he spread my thighs wider, growling softly in my ear, "it's asking for trouble.." he trailed his kisses down to my collarbone, then my cleavage.

I gently pushed him back, grabbing his belt and sliding it off. My fingers focused on the buttons of his jeans, letting it fall down and pool at his ankles. His shirt followed soon after, I trailed my fingers down his abs, watching as he stood before me only in his boxers, his erection strained and his muscular physique on full display.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, using one of my hands to bring his hand to my wet pussy, "don't be afraid.." I smirked, my words laced with playfulness. "Mmmh.." he hummed, slipping a finger beneath my thong and into me.

He pumped in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing circles over my sensitive bud. "And what am I afraid of exactly..." he whispered, "of this...?" he added another finger, causing me to moan softly.

"Mmmh..good girl.." he praised. I used my free hand to trail it down his stomach to his lower belly, then to his boxers. I slipped my hand inside and found his hard cock, pulling it out and slowly jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

His eyes rolled back as I jerked him off, his hips rocking against my hand. He curled his fingers deeper inside me, fucking me with his hand as he toyed with my clit. "Fuck...fuck!" he panted, his free hand fisting on the dresser.

I leaned in and kissed him passionately, speeding up my movements on his cock, my hand rapidly gliding up and down his shaft. He groaned loudly and sped up his movements, rapidly pumping his fingers in and out of my needy pussy, curling upwards to drive me crazy, hitting that spot inside me that I loved.

"Mmmh!" I whined against his lips, we continued our movements together, getting each other off. The kiss got more passionate as things got more heated, our orgasms approaching rapidly. I felt a fire in my stomach, a burning sensation I desperately needed to satisfy.

I could feel his cock twitching in my hand, desperate for release, my pussy also throbbed against his fingers, my clit sensitive and aching. "You're so fucking sexy..oh fuck..gonna cum.." he grunted, his chest heaving, his hand on the dresser unfisting and coming to my thigh, holding onto me tightly.

I moaned and rolled my eyes back, my orgasm coming crashing down in time with his, he let out a low, guttural moan against my mouth, his hips jerking forward as he spilled into my hand. He rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, "bed..."he mumbled, lifting me and carrying me to the bed, throwing me onto it, "now.." he crawled up towards me, hovering over me.

I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, I needed his lips on mine, forever. He kissed me back fiercely, years of pent up frustration pouring out. His tongue dominated mine, teeth clashing as he pinned me to the bed. He settled between my thighs, breaking off the kiss, his chest heaving as his fully erect cock pressed against my core.

He moved his hands down and yanked my thong off, then moving to my bra. He practically ripped my bra off, grabbing my tits and squishing them together, shoving his face in them, licking and sucking relentlessly, "so good..fuck..these perfect fucking tits..oh god.." he groaned, licking and sucking my nipples rapidly.

"Please fuck me.." I whined, my hands roaming around in his hair. He kept feasting on my chest, his mouth and hands everywhere at once. He licks and bites at my supple mounds, his calloused fingers pinching and rolling my hardened peaks. He pulled back, his eyes hungrily taking in my heaving chest, "look at you..so desperate for my cock...hm? Aren't you?" he growled.

When I didn't answer he reached up, his hand fisting in my hair and pulling on it, bringing me close to his face. "Aren't you?" he repeated, his voice raised, I nodded eagerly and whined, "please...give me your cock Tom, stop fucking teasing!"

He chuckled and spread my legs, hooking his arms in my thighs and pulling me closer, his tip prodding at my entrance, waiting impatiently. With a grunt, the thrusted forward, burying himself inside me in one smooth motion.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped, he didn't give me time to adjust, immediately starting to piston in and out of me at a brutal pace. He grips my thighs hard, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me mercilessly, "TOM!" I yelped, holding onto him tightly, my tits bouncing wildly as his thrusts kept increasing.

He grinned wickedly, loving the way I reacted to him. He leaned down and kissed me hard, swallowing my cries as he continued to pound into me. "You take me so well.." he groaned, his hands squeezing my backside. I whined and kept kissing him, I could almost feel him in my throat.

He suddenly flipped us around so I was on top, he sat up against the pillows of the bed and grabbed my ass tightly, lifting me up and slamming me onto his cock repeatedly, I rolled my eyes back, the intense pleasure causing my body to shake.

"I can't take it! Too much!" I cried out, his eyes darkened and he thrusted harder, "you're going to take, every. single. inch." he said, his words in time with his thrusts. "Understand?" he whispered sadistically, I nodded and whimpered, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

He smirked arrogantly, knowing he was overwhelming me, but he loved it, he loved how I fell apart against him. He continued to lift and drip me onto his lap, his powerful arms handling me with ease. "Touch yourself...touch that sensitive clit baby, show me how much you love this cock stuffed inside you.." he grumbled, guiding my hand down.

"I've waited so long for this moment, everytime I see you I can't stop thinking about how fucking hard I'd make you take my cock..the sounds you'd make.." he whispered against my skin.

I rubbed shaky circles on my clit, my mouth slightly agape as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I was being sent into a state of pure ecstasy, my vision going blurry. "Cmon, cum for me baby!" he yelled, placing his hand over mine and speeding my hand up, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I moaned loudly, my pussy clenching around his cock tightly as my orgasm came crashing down.

He groaned loudly "this pussy is so fucking good, fuck!" he slammed me down one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded inside me, cum leaking down my walls. He held me tight, his face buried in my neck as he rode out his high.

"Oh my god...fuck..." he panted, "that was amazing.." I whispered, my chest heaving as I tried to calm down. After a while of settling down, I got up, my shaky legs walking over to find my clothes, as I went searching I caught a glimpse of myself, something on my neck.

I turned to look, my eyes widening as I saw my neck and chest were FULL of hickeys. "Hickeys? Seriously Tom, what are you, 12?" I groaned, running my fingers over them, he chuckled and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and inspecting them, "fuck..I did a number on you didn't I," he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, "oops.." he mumbled.

"Lets get out of here, yeah?" he turned me to face him, his eyes softer now. I nodded softly and gathered all my clothes, sitting on the bed to get dressed. He put his clothes back on, adjusting himself and taking my hand, guiding me out of the party.

tags: @ballhair @bills-wife-1 @bkaulitzlover

tags: @ella1289 @billsdolliest @tomscumdoll

tags: @tomsfuckdoll @tomkslut @miyukafujii

tags: @itsangelll

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𐙚⭑𓂃𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥𓂃⭑𐙚

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Say yes to me

PAIRINGS: Demon Bill x Female reader

CONTENT: Smutt

SYNOPSIS: Halloween is a perfect day to collect a soul.

WARNINGS: dom!Bill, sub!reader, mention of drugs and drinking, mention of stalking, mention of blood and bite, manipulation, unprotected sex, p in v, public sex.

A/N: I'm late for Halloween, but here's Demon Bill that I've been promising for ages.

Halloween parties were the perfect excuse to dress up in a scary, sexy outfit and get drunk. Most people went to parties just to get completely drunk and make out with masked strangers. And you were no different.

The general aesthetic appealed to you, since you've always liked dark things. Your best friend had gotten tickets to this super exclusive party, you didn't know how, but you didn't really care about knowing, since she probably sucked someone's dick to get it.

As soon as you stepped foot in the place you realized how luxurious it was. The old mansion had at least three floors and the backyard was huge. The whole place was impeccably decorated and there were lots of red lights scattered around the place, giving it a devilish and lustful atmosphere.

The loud music reverberated throughout the place and the people around were dancing, their bodies glued together almost in sync. You had to blink a few times to avoid being caught mesmerized by the scene.

You've been to a lot of Halloween parties, a lot of them. But none of them had ever been so perfect. You couldn’t describe it, it wasn’t just the decorations or the perfectly dressed people. It was a feeling. A mix of danger and adventure that you couldn’t explain why you were feeling.

“I told you to come dressed up.” Your friend suddenly shouted, jumping up next to you. She was clearly already half drunk, with a glass of drink in her hand.

“I’m dressed up!” You said, indignant at her not-so-subtle way of saying you were poorly dressed.

She looked me up and down and pointed her finger at you before speaking. “A black dress and a witch’s hat isn’t really a costume.”

She was right, the people in this place were dressed up like they were in a million dollar competition to see who would win the prize for best costume. Some were so good they looked real.

Your friend had somehow managed to come up with a realistic enough costume that it didn’t look like she’d just picked something improvised like you.

“Well, if I’d known it would be like this I would have rented something.” You said as you observed the people around you.

“It doesn’t matter now. Come on, I want to show you something.” She grabbed your wrist and pulled you back outside.

You followed her to the back of the tent and saw a huge tent set up. There was a small line of people and she stopped right behind the last one.

“What is that?” You asked confused.

“It’s a seer!” She said excitedly. “Can you believe it? They also made a horror maze on the third floor.” Well, that was cool, you didn’t understand why she was so excited about the seer.

“Why are you so excited about this?” You asked as you watched her. Your friend had never been one to believe in that kind of thing.

To be honest, neither did you. Yes, you always liked the idea of ​​mythological and supernatural beings existing, but it was kind of impossible for everything to be real.

She looked at you with a look of “you’re being silly.” And then said, “If real gypsies exist, they would definitely be here. Haven’t you ever heard of the party hosts?”

Of course you had heard of them. A millionaire and somewhat eccentric family who are passionate about the supernatural. Every year they throw a Halloween party, so uniquely extraordinary that everyone wants to attend. After the parties, there were always rumors of people who had supernatural experiences. In your opinion, these people were either very drunk or on drugs.

“So what? Are you going to ask about the future or something?” Just as your friend was about to answer you, the person in front of you gave up on entering, giving you and your friend the chance.

The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds and then went in. It was exactly as you expected. Dim lighting, some crystals and incense. The woman was sitting on the other side of the table and your friend ran to sit in the chair across from her.

You waited, standing a little ways away, while your friend held the woman's hand and asked stupid questions like "Is Johnny going to break up with Camila to be with me?" You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Seriously, she could at least ask something useful like the lottery numbers.

After that, you stopped paying attention, but it wasn't long before her time was up and it was your turn. Not that you really wanted to participate, but your friend was kind of forcing you.

You held out your hand for her to hold and stared at her. "I don't really have anything to ask." You said nervously, feeling like you were wasting her time.

"You don't have to." She frowned as if trying to understand the situation. "I see something with you, a shadow that follows you."

"Maybe it's that guy who appears in your dreams." Your friend said laughing.

You quickly looked at her and muttered "Shut up." You didn't want this woman to gather any information to even try to get into your head.

But she didn't seem to pay attention to what you and your friend were saying. She was very focused on you, almost hypnotized. "It's always with you, watching you and guiding your path."

Your friend butted in again, now looking even more excited. "So what? Does she have a guardian angel?"

"I would say it's the opposite." The woman answered automatically and let go of your hand.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Don't say yes to him." She said firmly, looking scared.

"To who?" Nothing she said made sense. Was she trying to scare you or what?

"Next!" She turned and faced the two of you, waiting for you to leave.

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You and your friend had no idea what had really happened in the tent, but you decided to believe that it was some kind of marketing ploy so that the two of you would leave the party saying that you had had a supernatural experience.

You decided that after that you needed a drink and a little dancing to forget all of this. But now more than ever you felt watched. Even dancing in the middle of the crowd you felt like you were in a spotlight with eyes completely focused on you.

You felt hands grip your hips tightly, even without seeing who it was you didn't care. It was a welcome distraction. His body danced in sync with yours, as if you were one.

Sweat was dripping down your neck and the multicolored lights were making you feel a little dizzy. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the stranger's shoulder. His hands released your hips, he brushed your hair away from your face and then slid his hands down your arms, down your back, and finally back to your hips. When you heard the voice whispering in your ear, "Come find me." You jumped away. When you looked back, there was no one there.

You decided that you should leave the dance floor, maybe all these lights and people together were making your head confused. Since you hadn't seen the other rooms of the party besides the first floor yet, you decided to go up. The second floor was kind of an extension of the first, except that it was much darker than the first floor and there were some platforms with people dancing in almost animalistic costumes that made them look half human, half animal.

At this point, you had no idea where your friend was. Your head was a mess, but you refused to believe the nonsense that strange woman told you. You went to the stairs and went up to the third floor.

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You didn't remember how you ended up inside the maze, all you remembered was a man dressed as a mad scientist giving you a neon green drink to drink.

The endless corridors and colorful lights were starting to make your head spin. There was nothing or no one around, it was just corridors and more empty corridors, you could even hear your footsteps as you walked aimlessly.

You were sure you were lost and your paranoid mind wasn't helping you. When you turned around in the hopes of being able to follow the same path and find the door you came in through, all you saw was a huge wall.

“No, no, no.” You said exasperatedly as you touched the wall to confirm that it was real. But how could that be real? You had just passed by there.

For the first time you heard footsteps that weren’t yours, but when you looked around there was no one.

“Hello, is anyone there?” You shouted but no one answered, the only sound you heard was the echo of your voice and the footsteps that now seemed faster as if they were running.

A small feeling of panic and urgency took over you and you ran. You couldn’t say for sure what it was, maybe it was paranoia or instinct. You felt like you had to get out of there, you knew that finding whoever was the owner of those footsteps wouldn’t be a good thing.

You continued running through the maze without knowing exactly where you were going, you didn’t even know if you were close to the exit or not. The loud and hurried footsteps seemed to follow you, but whenever you looked back there was no one.

It hadn’t even been five minutes but to you it already seemed like an eternity. Until as you ran and looked back you bumped into something. The impact was so strong that it threw you backwards and you fell on your butt.

“Are you okay?” The man in front of you asked. He didn’t really look worried, his expression was neutral, but when you didn’t answer he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“I-I’m fine, I was just trying to get out.” You stammered still confused at how he ended up in front of you.

“It’s pretty confusing, isn’t it?” He asked as he extended his hand towards you. “They really just made a maze. Well, I guess it’s scarier when you realize how hard it is to get out.”

You gladly took his hand and let him help you up. You could feel the heat radiating from him even through the white glove.

“Yeah, it wasn’t quite what I expected.” You said still nervously. You were starting to feel aware of how bad your costume was as you watched him closely.

His outfit looked old, but luxurious. His long, white hair was too beautiful to be just a wig, so it must be a very expensive one. The white makeup with blood dripping from his horns and lips looked so natural that you had a hard time telling if it wasn't real. Maybe you were just a little drunk from the drink you had before entering the maze.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again, now looking at you more closely as if he wanted to read your thoughts. You just nodded. “Come with me, I'll help you get out of here.”

He held your hand and you just followed him, strangely he gave you mixed feelings. At the same time that you felt like you could follow him forever, like he was someone familiar to you, you also felt like you had to run and disappear somewhere he could never find you again.

“What are you?” You asked as you pointed to his costume. An attempt to make the awkward silence disappear.

He looked at you with a small smile and then answered you. “A demon.” He looked very proud. You would feel the same way if you were dressed in a decent costume instead of the crap you were wearing.

“Witch.” You said, pointing to yourself. He laughed and you didn’t know if he was making fun of you or if he just found the situation funny.

It didn’t take long for you to find your way out. You were ready to go downstairs and get some fresh air when Bill grabbed you by the arm.

“I want to ask you something.” He said softly, his voice almost melodic.

After that, everything became a big blur. It was like you were hypnotized, like his presence was clouding your senses. His black, shiny eyes watched you intently while his hands traveled over your body, feeling every part.

No matter the question, you would say yes.

✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮

You couldn't stop the moans and screams that left your lips, even if you tried. Your eyes were cloudy and tears were streaming down your cheeks as you were fucked relentlessly. The danger of being caught made everything more exciting, the excitement was boiling your blood hotter and making the pleasure you were succumbing to intensify.

Bill hadn't just made you say yes to him, he made you beg and beg. Somehow you couldn't explain, he had this sexual aura that drove you crazy just by being in his presence.

And you weren't ashamed to beg for more, with drool running down your lips and tears welling up in those beautiful doe eyes due to the euphoria and boundless lust, and your lips swollen from the kiss, Bill found it hard to resist.

You were holding tightly to the railing of the stairs. Your feet stopped touching the ground minutes later, using the railing to ground yourself. Bill's hips were moving forward and relentless. The head of his cock kept hitting against that familiar spot that made you moan loudly and your body tremble.

You could only let out loud moans, whimpers and screams, your words were incoherent and you couldn't focus on anything other than the sensations that were passing through your body. Bill's well-aimed thrusts made you stupid and with the way that cock in you made your lower abdomen distend a little, he feared you would break.

No. He wanted to break you and you wanted Bill to break you into a thousand pieces and then reshape you into whatever image he wanted.

The thought of Bill breaking you and making you know no one but him had you babbling and begging for the man to go harder. If you were even halfway coherent, you would blush at the way you were moaning like a whore. Loud, desperate and hungry for more. It defied the intensity of Bill’s grunts and hissed curses. He reached down and lifted one of your legs while his other hand remained on your hip, bringing it back to meet his thrusts.

"P-please!" You whimpered, your hands shaking.

"Greedy girl." Bill whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine at how thick, husky, and tight it was. "Even though I'm fucking you into oblivion, reshaping your insides with my cock, you still want more." He whispered sensually, his hot breath brushing against your neck.

You could only let out a moan in response.

"Well then, who am I to refuse you, my love." He pressed a loving kiss to your neck, sucking on the skin. His fangs scraped against your skin, wanting to sink into that excess flesh and pull out the delicious nectar that was hidden beneath it. "Take it then. Take it all."

And you did. Your eyes widened as you let out a choked gasp, your hands kneading the metal railing as they tightened.

Bill's cock was now hammering into you, the pace increasing. You couldn’t help but take it, your eyes rolling back as a steady wave of pleasure mixed with a little pain kept hitting you. If this kept up, you were going to come.

As if he knew exactly what was going to happen, he said, “Let it go.” Burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

It hit you so suddenly that you lost your voice for a second. You let out a choked noise as your body twitched and your legs shook.

Every nerve ending in you lit up like fireworks, your mouth falling open and your body shaking as ecstasy hit you like a train. You couldn’t think, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. Your senses went blank and white noise filled your ears.

But that didn’t stop Bill from chasing his own pleasure. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, pounding the little air you had left in your lungs. His hips never stopped their impulses, still grinding relentlessly against you.

You were whimpering and babbling deliriously like a broken record. You couldn’t see clearly, your pleasure-induced haze clouding any semblance of thought. Your vision was blurred by the constant tears you were shedding.

Bill groaned hoarsely as he continued to thrust into your overstimulated body, his hips snapping against your ass without stopping. The tightness of your pussy around his cock had him approaching his own orgasm, his rhythm beginning to falter and his thrusts disorganized.

Without holding back any longer, Bill sank his fangs into your shoulder, causing you to let out a shrill cry. Around his blood-filled mouth, he groaned loudly as he came, his hips still moving as he painted your pussy with his cum. Some of it leaked out with each thrust of his cock, the squelching noises sinful and filthy. His hips soon stilled, flushed against your ass.

You passed out the moment Bill removed his fangs from your neck, the pleasure too much for you to handle. Bill just laughed hoarsely, his hair disheveled and his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. After so much time waiting and watching you. You had finally said yes to him. Now you were all his, flesh, blood, and soul.

[strbrryatlas]

Do you guys remember when back in the 2000s Tom's english used to be kinda fucked up but also the cutest thing ever? His heavy accent was adorable and how he used to pronounce "r" like "w".

"We're vewwy happy!" (awww)

"and perform without many closes" (he means clothes)

"he's clamsy. He don't want to be fanni" (referring to georg)

"The biggah the city the nicwer the womiin. LA is behsicalleh heaven on eaauwth" (ok lil buddy)

"I hate when somebody try to create something that you don't are" (facts)

His English improved sm it's basically perfect now.

[strbrryatlas]

I was asked to write more of the princess treatment headcannons, but this time im gonna do them separately and as dating headcannons instead of platonic :)

Tokio hotel giving you the princess treatment (p2)

Bill Kaulitz

•ok I need to start off by saying THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE OF BILL TO EVER EXIST WORDS CAN NOT DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT

•anyways…

•he totally loves to take shower’s with you, and he will wash your hair for you. He will just stand in front of you and massage your head for so long. ALSO LETS YOU STAND UNDER THE WATER SO THAT YOU DONT GET COLD??? I LOVE THAT IDEA SM

•he lets you pick whatever you want to watch every time you watch a movie or show together.

• orders your food and drinks for you even if you aren’t too shy to do it yourself, he insists that he should do it

•lets you practice makeup/nails/hair on him if you are ever unsure about what you want

•he sits in bed with you every night and just rubs your back or pats your butt lightly till you fall asleep (pls tell me u know what I’m talking about when i say he pats your butt im so bad at describing thing help)

Tom Kaulitz

•he lets you do whatever you want

•like, if you ever want to wear his clothes he gives them to you. If you want whatever snack hes eating, well its yours now!

•he loves to buy you things

•he buys you flowers, jewelry, candy, your favorite drink, LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT YOU LIKE HE WILL BUY

•likes to do your skincare shit with you, he’ll even wear those ridiculous looking face masks

•calls you “his girl” or “his princess”🤭🤭

•he is so devoted to you, no other girl would matter to him

Georg Listing

•he carries all of your shit for you, he’ll be caught walking around with so many shopping bags and your drink in his hand

•he refuses to let you carry them tho, so dont try

•LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP TO CARRY YOU IF THERES A PUDDLE?? SO THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO GET YOUR FEET WET??

•loves to be your personal clothing rack when you go shopping, he sits there while you try on clothes and holds all of the ones you decide to buy

•if you fall asleep on accident, he’ll wipe your makeup off for you and carry you to your bed:((

•HE HAND PICKS FLOWERS FOR YOU WHENEVER HE SEES THEM OUTSIDE OMFG😩

Gustav Schafer

•bruh hes so whipped

•would let you get away with murder tbh

•he’ll go out of his way to make you your favorite meals, he’ll drive hours to find the ingredients if he has to

•plays with your hair and listens intently whenever you’re ranting to him

•he’ll let you dress him in whatever you pick out from his closet

•buys matching clothes with you so that everyone knows he only has eyes for you🥰

•HE WOULD BE SO SWEET IF YOU WERE SAD

•he’ll turn on your favorite movie and buy all of your favorite snacks. He lets you cry into him and he just rubs your sides and kisses your head until you calm down. Then he’ll sit there and cuddle you until you fall asleep

[strbrryatlas]

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gn!reader x tom kaulitz

word count: 1,600

contents: angst, death, car accident, arguing

Yours and Tom’s relationship was anything but perfect, you both were constantly arguing with one another over the smallest things, but you both refused to break up. Tom was currently driving back from a long concert, it was raining heavily outside and it did little to calm the tension in the car, in fact it made things worse. 

His eyes were locked on the road as I screamed at him for kissing another girl backstage. “ If you’re fucking cheating on me tell me that so I don’t look stupid ?! ”

Tom’s eyes remained locked on the road as his foot pressed further down on the accelerator. One of his hands reached for the dial on the radio turning the volume full blast completely drowning you out. He didn’t even acknowledge your presence until you turned the radio off. His cold gaze flickered over to you as you kept asking if he was cheating.

“ Maybe stop being so fucking paranoid! I don’t want to deal with this shit right now, ” his thick german accent made his words sound even harsher before he once again drowned out the conversation with the loud music once more. 

You didn’t know why but for some reason it hurt more the fact he wouldn’t just say no and disprove what people were saying. You sunk down in the passenger seat for a moment just trapping yourself in your own bubble. The only reason you became aware of your surroundings once more was because you realized how fast Tom was driving. 

His eyes remained fixated on the road, meanwhile you were trying to grasp his attention over the loud music. The hum of the engine paired with the blaring music made any attempts at conversation with Tom impossible. 

Your hand reached out to turn off the music and immediately his hand shot out grabbing your wrist with a force that was alien to you. He had never been violent before, but now his hand was gripping your wrist with a bruising force over something small like turning off the radio. His eyes left the road, his gaze full of anger as he stared at you down. For a moment it’s as if he forgot he was driving and the car swerves slightly before he regains control. His grip on your wrist never loosened even as his eyes focused back on the road. When you attempted to pull away his grip tightened once more. His nails dug into your delicate skin leaving small crescent shapes behind once he released your wrist. 

Tom’s hands moved back to grip the wheel, his knuckles turning white from the force. 

“ Tom, slow down, ” I shouted at him trying desperately to be heard over the music. 

Ignoring your pleas to slow down he pushes down harder on the accelerator, the car responds by surging forward at an alarming rate. The trees and street lights on the mostly empty road all blurred into a streak of light and colors as the car raced down the slick pavement. You screamed at him to stop and let you out of the car. Tom completely ignored you, letting the loud music drown you out. 

With a sudden and violent jerk of the wheel, Tom takes the next turn at an extreme angle. Without warning the car hydroplaned, it whipped across the empty road before slamming into the barriers that lined the road before they gave way at the force of the car. The car flew into the water that laid below the road. 

Your head had slammed against the passenger side window at the sudden impact, as Tom’s head slammed forward into the steering wheel. When you both came to, the car was already filling with water. Panic filled your bodies as you desperately tried to pull off your seatbelts. Tom managed to escape the restraint of his before he began yanking and pulling at yours desperate to free you. The attempt was futile as he couldn’t get you free. Tears were flowing freely from your eyes as you realized there was no possible way you were getting free. You reached out to grasp Tom's face with your trembling hands before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“ Tom- please just go, ” he couldn’t even fathom the idea of leaving you to die alone in his car. He couldn’t fathom the idea because the whole thing was his fault. 

You begged him to let you out of the car, to slow down, and just stop completely and he just ignored you. Tears were beginning to well in his eyes, clouding his vision completely as he yanked at the seat belt. He knew he wasn’t getting you free as he realized the car was now completely submerged under the water.

“ I- I’m so sorry, ” he was aware his apologies wouldn’t save you, but he couldn’t believe you were going to die because of his arrogance. 

His shaking hands moved up to cup your face as he pressed his lips to yours. He did this after every argument you had to solidify his love for you, so you knew his anger was only a fleeting emotion. 

“ I would never cheat on you angel, ” his words were meaningful as he stared into your eyes when he spoke to them. 

“ I- I know. I’m so- so sorry, ” my words were completely broken by sobs as I clung to him. 

You both ignored the water that was slowly filling the car as you both freely cried in one another's arms. You had never thought that this was how your relationship would end with Tom. Your lips pressed against his in a final kiss as the water encased the car completely. You both died clutching onto one another as you drowned in the car. 

(Bonus (Happy Ending)

The tires squealed in protest before the car flipped over, the sound of metal screeching across the pavement pierced the air until the car came to a halt when it slammed into a metal barrier on the side of the road. The airbags deployed as soon as the car hit the ground. They released with a deafening crash as Tom’s head slammed back against the headrest and yours slammed into the passenger side window. 

Both your heads were reeling as you slowly came to. The world was spinning for both of you as you both were suspended by your seatbelts. You could hear Tom calling your name but his voice sounded distant and muffled. 

“ Hey- Hey can you hear me? ” His words were filled with an underlying panic as he tried to push the airbags away from your faces. He managed to push the airbag down enough to see your face, there was a gash just above your eyebrow trickling blood down your forehead until the blood disappeared into your hairline. 

Tom registered the severity of the situation as he began trying to come up with an idea to get out of the car. Without a second thought he unbuckled his seatbelt letting his body drop against the roof of the car. A soft groan fell from his lips as he rubbed his temples. He grabbed your face with gentle hands as he forced you to look at him. Your eyes were barely opened as you tried to focus on Tom's face. 

“ Put your hands on the roof. ”

His words were clear and fluent when they left his lips but were completely jumbled when they reached your ears. His grasp on your wrists were gentle as he moved your arms above your head helping you brace yourself. He unbuckled your seatbelt helping you catch yourself before you dropped to the roof. He sat you up brushing your hair from your face as he looked into your eyes. He could see you were still in shock as he held your face in his hand. He pulled away from you before trying to open the car door, the door wouldn’t budge as he kicked at it with sneakers. He huffed before he pulled off his zip-up hoodie before passing it to you. 

“ Cover your face with this, okay? ” 

You only nodded in response before bringing the hoodie over your face as he kicked out the already shattered windshield. Tom had little concern for his safety as bashed through the glass. Once he made a hole big enough he turned back to you. He took his hoodie from you pulling it over you. He brought the hoodie over your head before helping you out through the hole. Once you were out of the car the groaning of the vehicle had become evident now that he wasn’t worrying for you. Without a second thought Tom crawled through the broken windshield. 

He crawled over to you laying next to you on the wet pavement as you both caught your breaths. Tom’s body was covered in fresh cuts from the glass, his hands having tiny shards sticking out of them. You both sat together trying to collect yourselves until your thoughts were interrupted by the wailing sirens in the distance. You had no clue who had called 911 as you sat together. Before you knew it you were both sitting in the back of an ambulance together wrapped in blankets as EMT’s tended to your wounds. Tom’s hand found yours as it was wrapped in bandages, he squeezed your hand gently before murmuring a soft apology.

“ I’m so sorry,” those were the only words that he could say to you as he squeezed your hand. You didn’t say anything back but your head slowly found its resting place on his shoulder as you squeezed his hand back.

[strbrryatlas]

Hee, I love your blog already and I wanted to ask if you could write a fluff about Bill where y/n and the other band members decided to meet up, but they didn’t come so now Bill and y/n are alone to hang out and it becomes so fun they decide to have a sleep over :) i literally love fluff.

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✮ bill kaulitz fluff

✮ 2007-2008 bill, fem! reader, use of strong language, not fully proofread but it’s fine, i didn’t see many errors.

✮ A/N: aw so glad you love my blog 🩶. this is my second submission, yay 🥰 i wasn’t sure which era you wanted but i just did 2007-2008 bill. sorry if this took me a little long to write, i’m sick, getting no sleep and on my last brain cell 💀

the band had some free time off from their tour and wanted to hang out with you, their new best friend that they met as you’re the lucky daughter of one of their staff members that got to come along as you’re not allowed to be home alone.

you all specifically made plans to go to the fair that was in the town their currently in. you were exited and dressed cute, you didn’t worry about your hair too much because you knew it would probably get ruined on the rides.

when you arrived, you found that bill was the only one there, along with a couple bodyguards that wouldn’t be bothering you guys. “where is the others?” you asked. “tom said something came up and he couldn’t come. i don’t know about the others though.” bill replied.

you both decided to stand and wait for a few minutes. they were supposed to be meeting you guys at 5pm, it was now going on almost 5:30. upon waiting, it finally hit bill what was going on. those fuckers did this on purpose. they knew that bill has been talking about you a lot lately, how much he likes hanging out with you, how much he appreciates the way that you’re the only one who can match his seemingly unending energy… how he slipped up and said something about how pretty you are. he knew this was probably mainly tom’s and georg’s idea, to leave him alone with you so he could tell you he likes you or something but bill didn’t know what they expected. he was too shy. he could never tell you because what if you didn’t feel the same? what if you liked one of the other band members or only saw him as a brother-like figure?… unless they knew something bill didn’t? he didn’t know but he knew he wanted to knock all their heads together for pulling this move.

“i don’t think they’re coming” bill said, checking the time on his watch. “maybe they’re stuck in traffic though.” you questioned. bill just said “if they do come, they can just call me and ask where we’re at, come on.” he guided you into the fair.

he immediately had fans coming up to him and asking for pictures, not many came up to him though, because his bodyguards were telling them that he was trying to have a good time. you received some judgy looks from his jealous fangirls but you didn’t care.

once the fans dissipated, bill and you started getting in line for the rides. you noticed he looked a little fidgety. “the rides making you nervous?” you asked. obviously he wasn’t going to tell you that he was anxious being alone with you so he replied with “yeah, it’s just… they’re not bolted into the ground like a regular amusement park, you know? you never know what could happen.”

you smiled, sort of mischievously. “i could hold your hand. would that make you feel better?”

bill tried not to physically malfunction. you took his hand and said “come on, this will be no fun if you’re all uptight the entire time.” as you rubbed bills hand with your thumb, his shoulders became less tense. “yeah…” bill said.

as you guys got on the rides, he appreciated how you pretty much never let go of his hand. you kept trying to keep conversation with him, asking him if he’s ever been to a fair before, telling him about all the different foods and games. you two got on the ferris wheel and bill teased you when you guys were stuck at the top and you didn’t want to look down. he loved that you didn’t take him too seriously and even in a moment where you were scared, you still playfully punched him and laughed with him.

he kept saying he was hungry, being tempted by the smell of the food in the air so you both finished up the rides and went to get some food. bill being the junk food lover he is, couldn’t stop eating, he ate a burger and loaded fries, a caramel apple, a funnel cake, a couple churros, you found yourself wondering where he puts it all. you were staying cool despite the fact that internally you still couldn’t believe you were hanging out with bill kaulitz.

you guys had finished eating and moved onto the games, pretty much every game at the fair had adorable stuffed animals for prizes. you guys only tried a couple games and so far your were ass at them. bill hated seeing you get so upset because you couldn’t win any stuffed animals.

you tried a game where you had to toss the a ring into class coke bottles and you just couldn’t aim right. “damn it i’ve always had bad aim, it’s embarrassing because this is the easiest game ever. I just want one of those stuffed hippos.” bill looked up at the huge stuffed hippos and your doe eyes looking up at him. he’s never played fair games before and was about 70% irrationally worried that he wouldn’t be any good and embarrass himself but he was willing to try for you, he would literally not be able to live with himself if he let you leave without seeing your face light up as you’re handed a stuffed animal half your size. he tried not to psych himself out. this game really isn’t that hard.

“let me try for you.” he said, just as he thought, it wasn’t that hard. the smile on your face when he handed you that gargantuan hippo made him wish he had a camera right now. he wanted to remember that precious look in your eyes forever. “oh my gosh thank you!” you exclaimed, squeezing the shit out of the stuffed animal. bill chuckled. “want me to see if i can win you some more?” he asked. “really?!” you asked. “yeah come on.” he replied, feeling more confident now.

by the time you guys left that fair, he had to help you carry everything he won you but he didn’t mind. he liked that everytime you looked at these stuffed animals or cuddled with them, you’d think of him.

“is it okay if we have a little movie night in your hotel room?” you asked, you didn’t want to leave him. you loved how it felt to be around him. “that sounds good” bill replied, blushing. “can i bring helga the hippo?” you asked. bill laughed a little at the stupid name you chose for your stuffed animal. “yes.” he answered. you laughed too.

when you guys got back to hotel, you bought some snacks from the vending machines and went back to his room to start a movie. he was a bit nervous and fidgety. you looked so unintentionally sexy in your comfortable clothes.

the room was dark besides the light coming from the tv

you looked over at him, by now he had showered, his hair was all down and his makeup was off but he was still so unbelievably cute. you were hypnotized by his pretty, slender fingers and how they moved so delicately when he unscrewed the cap on his soda or when he pulled apart his twizlers. you couldn’t help but imagine how gentle a touch from those pale fingers would be.

you noticed how he was trying a little bit too hard not to look at you, almost like he was holding his breath to which you smirked. you took his arm and wrapped it around you. normally he would be all tense and shy but he actually relaxed. now he felt more comfortable around you and he just pulled you close to him. you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the proximity for a moment before you looked up at him.

“can i be honest with you about something?”

“sure. what is it?”

“i knew the other guys weren’t going to show up. we planned it.”

“wait- you did?”

you chuckle. “yeah… they’ve been noticing how much we talk about each other, tom asked me if i liked you and i said yes… it was mainly tom and georg’s idea to bail and i agreed to it.”

“well now i guess i can’t knock all their heads together then… how disappointing.”

you both laughed.

“so you like me too?” he asked with a blush.

“yeah. of course i do.”

he set his snacks and his soda aside, he turned to you, looking into your eyes, then down at your lips with a slight smirk playing on his lips, giving you time to push him away or show any sign of rejection in your expression but when you didn’t, he leaned in and started kissing you, slowly, taking his time to feel the lips he’s been wanting to feel for a minute now. his hand moved to your waist, his long fingers wrapping around it effortlessly and gently squeezing it. the movie playing was completely forgotten.

once you guys finished kissing, you were in disbelief. “i just kissed bill kaulitz.” you said. he laughed a little, his eyes disappearing with his smile like they always do. “want to spend the night with me? i promise i won’t try anything… i just want to cuddle with you.” he said.

“yeah i’ll stay with you handsome.” you replied.

you both laid down, getting comfortable under the blankets, his long ass legs accidentally kicking helga the hippo off the bed. you gasp. “oops” bill said. “i’m going to have to beat you up now.” you replied playfully. “she has enough fat to break her fall.” bill replied. “hey! she’s not fat, she’s big boned!.” you said in mock offense, you both laughed.

{if you read this far, tysm for reading. if you guys have any feedback at all on how i could improve my writing, or positive feedback, PLEASE lmk 🩶}

[strbrryatlas]

dating bill kaulitz

✮ bill kaulitz sfw headcanons

✮ bill x fem! reader, 20+ headcanons, sfw, 2008 bill, i only proofread like half of it sorry 💀

✮ A/N: i decided i wanted to start writing tokio hotel stuff so this is my attempt at that bc i was bored and wrote a bunch of random bill hc’s 😌 feel free to request ideas anonymously or just leave a comment.

random headcanons:

✮ yk how fans always throw him stuffed animals onto the stage? if he sees one he knows you’ll like, he always makes sure to grab it for you.

✮ after his concerts, you’re the first person he runs to. he hugs you and just expresses all his excitement to you. it’s adorable.

✮ speaking of hugging, he sometimes almost knocks you down when he hugs you because he’s a giant compared to you.

✮ if you ask him to help you with your hair/makeup he always happily obliges.

✮ he always tells you his ideas for his songs and sometimes he’ll sing some lines for you to get your opinion on how it sounds.

✮ he loves to yap. especially when he has a lot of energy or he’s in a good mood, he just won’t shut up. but of course you don’t mind, you always listen to every word that comes out of his mouth even if it’s him randomly singing.

spending the night with him:

✮ i feel like he would want to take you on tours with him so you’d be staying in his hotel room with him.

✮ you would wear one of his shirts and some panties to be comfortable for bed and he would get so flustered. he’d try not to look too much but he also can’t help himself.

✮ he would looooove to cuddle. as soon as you lay in bed, he would immediately magnetize to you.

✮ you’d be watching something on your phone and he’d be watching it too as he cuddles with you, he’d love the smell of your hair and your perfume. he’d rub your sides and your hips and thighs and he’d give you kisses on your neck and your cheek.

✮ eventually he’d want your attention so he’d reach over and turn off your phone.

✮ he’d absolutely want all the lovins. he wants you to play with his hair, caress his face, scratch his back. everything.

✮ i feel like he’d have conversation with you while he lays in your lap and you run your fingers through his hair.

✮ you’d tell him how pretty his features are and even in a sleepy, utterly relaxed state, he’d smile.

✮ his voice is so relaxing and it would put you to sleep almost instantly

✮ he’d cuddle with you all night unless it gets hot, then he’d gently push you away.

✮ if you turn your back to him while you’re sleeping and he wakes up and finds you that way, he always pulls you back over to him.

✮ he’s totally a blanket stealer and he’d pull the blankets back if you try to take them from him, in a half asleep, grumpy state because you woke him up. (he’s a light sleeper)

✮ he doesn’t move too much in his sleep but if you do, he would get mad only if you wake him up.

✮ if you’re someone with restless leg syndrome and you jump your leg when you’re trying to fall asleep, he would always reach over and put his hand on your leg to make you stop or he’d ask you to stop if he’s too sleepy to move.

✮ his long ass legs take up the entire bed. he’s always kicking you on accident.

✮ he doesn’t mind if you take up the whole bed, as long as part a of you is touching him, he’s happy.

when you guys argue

✮ bill admits he’s stubborn so it usually takes him a moment to realize when he’s in the wrong

✮ when he does realize, he uses gestures to apologize. he’ll hug you and kiss you

✮ I imagine you’d be folding your clothes or something and he’d come up behind you and hug you from behind. he’d take your hands away from whatever you’re doing and hold them and he’d kiss your cheek and tell you how beautiful you are, whispering a simple “I’m sorry” before giving you more kisses.

✮ he’d be extra clingy the rest of the day, just to assure you’re not mad at him.

texting/calling him

✮ he loves it when you send him pictures of yourself, especially when you’re showing him your outfits. he’ll always tell you how cute you are.

✮ i imagine if you asked him for his input on how to spruce up your outfits, he’d be happy to help.

✮ he’s definitely the type to send a million voice messages when something happens or he’s exited or he has gossip to tell you and you’re not available to call.

✮ you’d ask him for selfies but he doesn’t like to send them if he doesn’t have makeup on. he does anyways though because you beg him.

(that’s all i can think of, i might make more eventually.)

[strbrryatlas]

“𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷, 𝒾 𝑔ℴ𝓉 𝓂𝓎 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊.”

contains:SMUT<3

WARNINGS:drunk-sub!tom, drunk-softdom!reader, (ALL CONSENSUAL please drink safely), club-setting, pet-names, kissing, teasing, praising, oral (eating out), quickie, public-sex, established relationship.

notes:finally feeding you guys since barely anyone in the tokio hotel hastags is(im kidding dont crucify me)lol, also let me if you guys want more ****!sub and dom!reader stories in the future :).

ENJOY!!!

“cmon tom lets dance!”i drunkenly shouted to him over the chaotic noise and club music, as i stumbled up from the bar stool, tugging on his arm firmly dragging him up from his seat.

i some how managed to pull him into the crowded dance floor, the smell of booze and other bodies instantly filling my senses.i then leaned up against him, beginning to slowly grind and rock my body to beat of the song, his large hands quickly finding their way on my hips, helping me get into a synchronized rhythm.

“keep moving it just like that mama..”he lowly whispered into my ear, his hot breath fanning over my sweaty skin.

“like that baby?”i mumbled, tilting my head back a bit to meet his piercing gaze.

“j-ja ja (yes yes).”he stuttered, his half shut eyes and the sudden bulge poking my inner thigh instantly telling everything i needed to know.

i chuckled cockily before moving from up against him, now turning to face him and take toms hand in mine, directing him upstairs to the more quieter area.

“h-here?!are you crazy?!”he asked his eyes widening as i pulled him into a lonely and dark hallway, nothing but the flashing colored lights in our presence.

“why not tom, too scared?..”i teased back in a playful and childish tone, just adding more and more fuel to his burning desire.

“you know exactly what your doing when you talk like that gorgeous.”

he then in an instant pinned me up the graffitied wall, aggressively tangling his lips with mine, the feeling of his cold lip piercing pressing against my lips automatically sending shocks straight to my cunt.

i moan into his mouth, lifting my neck to which he immediately began peppering open-mouthed kisses along my skin, soon trailing down to my lower half, nearing my clothed sex.

“sag mir was du willst, meine engel ich werde es tun (tell me what you want my angel ill do it).”tom groaned, his cute little puppy eyes staring up into my own, just aching to devour me whole.

“lass m-mich in deinem verdammten g-gesicht abspritzen! (make me cum all over your fucking face).”i impatiently whined, lifting my tight dress up and ripping off my thin thong.

he licked his lips, looking back down and processing to bring his face closer to my drenched arousal, giving my cunt a few tender pecks then starting to lap his tongue in between my hungry folds.

his tongue was licking up and down, in between every crevice, sucking on my clit like a starved man, treating and eating my cunt like it was his last meal.

i could cum on the spot from how good this fucking feels.

“mmhm you t-taste so-”lick.

“fucking”lick.

“-good!”lick.

“y-your doing so ughh-goodd baby fuck!”i praised down at him, biting my lip at the delicious swirling of his tongue on my sweet spot.

he continues through, his jaw aching from working so hard but he was too mesmerized to pull away from my yummy taste and my sexy moans, he just cant get enough of my pussy.

soon a familiar feeling begins to build up in my core, my walls suddenly aching for release.

“p-please mama cum all over me!”he encouraged sensing my orgasm crashing in, his tongue now moving at a mouth watering pace, his strong hands coming up to squeeze and grip my thighs.

“mmhm!fuck tom fuck!”i cried out, the knot in my stomach fully unraveling all at once, my legs shaking as my juices spray over his tongue.

tom immediately licks up my nectar, coming up to seal me with a passionate kiss, the salty taste of myself lingering on his breath.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭,

***“TOKIO HOTEL STAR, TOM KAULITZ SPOTTED GIVING HIS GIRLFRIEND A FUN TIME AT THE CLUB?!”***

“really tom!whats wrong with you?!”bill shouted angrily storming towards us, tossing a magazine into toms lap.

“what bill?!-oh shit shit shit!”

THE END

[strbrryatlas]

Tom kaulitz hcs

fluff

will spend so much on you, he don’t care he wants his girl happy

will randomly kiss you on your cheek/forehead

hugss!! he loves hugs, will tackle you for a hug

when he’s sick he will beg you to hold him, clingy ahh

will hide your clothes just so you could wear his but laughs when they go down to your ankles

big ass teddy bear

literally so comfortable, sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder your going to sleep

lays on your boobs and will bite

snuggler

sleeps shirtless so when you roll over your hit with his chest smut

such a high libido

loves teasing you, biting, licking, you name it

his favorite positions are def missionary and reverse cowgirl

an ass man HE LOVES ASS

he ain’t afraid to express how he feels

loud ahh moans

ride him he will melt immediately, whimpering and begging you

loves when you pull his hair

when he gives you back shots best believe your gonna have red marks on your ass

pussy gobbler 69 at this point, will sit between your legs for HOURS.

after care KING.

[strbrryatlas]

ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ - ᴛᴏᴍ ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

female!reader x zombie! tom kaulitz

word count: 1,058

contents: apocalypse, fluff, slightly gore-ish, small angst

part two

It had been almost ten days since the break out, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in twelve. Almost no one understood what was happening, but those infected were that of zombies. You were completely and utterly alone as your parents never came home from work the day of the outbreak. You were camped out in your basement, you had used whatever you could find in the house to attempt to barricade yourself in, but already your food was running low. You cursed yourself for not picking up the groceries your mother asked you to as your stomach growled once more. You decided against moving the barricades from the doors, your eyes locking on a small basement window. You pried open the painted over window managing just barely to squeeze through the small frame. You were immediately alert to how your once vibrant neighborhood was that of a ghost town. You wearily made your walk to the store occasionally hearing a noise or birds chirping as if nothing was wrong. When you entered the store you were met by a few stray raccoons rummaging through the half opened bags of food. You grabbed a few bags filling them with whatever was left on the shelves not bothering with the perishables.

You safely made it back to you with your food but you realized a stranger had crawled in through the opened window. You cautiously clutched a board game box, the only thing you thought could be used as a weapon in the barely furnished basement. Your nails were digging into the soft cardboard as you kicked open the bathroom door. You were met with big orange eyes and the soft mewling of what appeared to be a stray black kitten. You sent down the box picking up the small animal cradling it in your arms. You didn’t feel so alone as you slept with the kitten in your arms that night. 

It was now day fourteen and it was the fourth day you had spent looking for Tom. You didn’t find any trace of him in his house, at the recording studio, the last place to check was the school. 

You wandered into the abandoned school building, the lights flickering adding to the ominous feel. You jumped what felt like five feet in the air when you heard what sounded like a metal tray clattering to the floor down the hall. You cautiously made your way to the chemistry lab or what was left of it. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw.

Your boyfriend was tearing at the throat of one of your former classmates, the boy's face was frozen in terror with blood sprayed across it. Almost as if Tom could sense your presence his head slowly lifted from the boy's throat turning to look at you. His mouth was covered in blood, his hands and nails covered in dirt with blood under his nails, he looked utterly bedraggled. You couldn’t move as you stood in the doorway with tears in your eyes clouding your vision, his appearance was starkly contrasting with his previous one, what happened to the boy you love? 

Tom approached you as your eyes quickly blinked away your tears that blurred your vision. He stared at you with a familiar curiosity, almost as if he recognized you. His hands moved to grasp your arms, his nails digging in but not piercing the skin. Tears freely ran down your cheeks as his dark sunken eyes stared into yours. Your body tensed as he slowly leaned in his mouth centimeters away from your neck. You were shaking in his arms as you waited for the inevitable to happen, but instead he sniffed you. Confusion flashed across your face, he held you still as he pulled his head back looking into your eyes. His arms locked around you in an instant pulling you into an almost crushing embrace. He wreaked of decay and rot as he held you close, you couldn’t tell if it was Tom smelling that way or the dead bodies that were attracting maggots on the floor. 

“ Girlfriend. ”

That was the only thing he could say. It broke your heart that Tom had turned into this, you knew you couldn’t just leave him here to feast off rotting bodies. 

“ Come with me, okay? ”

You managed to get Tom into a basement. You had a small set up now, your food and snacks were in the closet along with the kittens food, you had moved your mattress into the basement as well as blankets and pillows. There was already a small television in the basement along with a dvd player and an endless supply of dvd’s you made the best of what you could. 

You sat immediately and brought Tom into the small basement bathroom beginning to run a warm bath as you undressed him. His once warm and lively skin was now pale and bluish, his skin was cold and rough to the touch as you helped into the bath. You pampered him the way you would a small child washing his unkempt hair after you removed his disheveled braids. Once the more pungent smell of decay left his skin you helped him from the bath drying his now somewhat warm skin. You dressed him in clothes you had taken from his house, you packed them in hopes you would see him again, but didn’t imagine it this way. 

You both were now sat on top of your mattress watching Jaws as you rebraided Tom’s hair to the best of your ability. He had been relatively calm the whole time, only once panicking when soap got in his eyes, but he jerked away from you when your small kitten rubbed against his legs. He stood upright, his hair only half braided as he practically ran from the cat to the otherside of the basement. 

“ It’s only a cat- He’s harmless Tom. ”

Tom knew he should trust you; he was terrified of the innocent-looking animal. You didn’t want to panic him more so you tucked the cat away in the bathroom. Tom eventually relaxed once more allowing you to finish his braids and lay him down. 

The blankets were draped over both of you, but you weren’t asleep unlike Tom. Thoughts were running through your head trying to make sense of it all.