#bill kaulitz fic

[aesthetic-bbyg]

HEY EMO BOY - Bill K.

In which you dedicate your performance to your celebrity crush, but he doesn’t know until the press gets ahold of it.

Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

AUTHORS NOTE: this idea may be floating somewhere on somebody else’s blog but this I just came up myself so I’m not trying to copy nobody! I also had to change some of the lyrics for the sake of the story! Thx bbyg’s <33

Pt 2!

YOU LET OUT A HEAVY BREATH, finishing up the song, you reached down for the bottle of water by your feet, chugging the last of it. The concert has reached it’s final song, and you’ve got an idea that you’ve been planning for weeks. The crowd is still booming with shrieks, practically making the whole place rumbled. A grin appeared on your lips as you walked over to the microphone.

“Can you guys keep a secret?” You questioned as the crowd yelled in return, you giggled and a felt an overwhelming feeling of joy fill your body. “Well, I have a huge crush on this guy who totally doesn’t know I exist.” A string of boos followed after. “You guys may know him, he’s German, he’s the lead singer of a band, I believe he has a twin brother.” Within moments the crowd began to screamed, realizing who it was, there weren’t many German lead singers who have a twin brother, well..not that you knew of. You had a proud smirk on you face, bitting your lip to contain more nervous giggles from slipping out. “I think he suuper hot, so I decided to make a song about him, you guys ready?”

“Yeah!” At the sound of their approval the song immediately began to sound through the massive speakers scattered through the stage. You gripped the bedazzled microphone in your neatly manicured hands, the lights flickered with pretty pink colors, radiating your signature color as it reflected off your diamond studded belt. You couldn’t contain the large smile as you lifted the mic to your mouth.

“Saw this boy at the mall last week, got the kinda look to me me freak!” You skipped around the stage, your denim mini shorts riding farther up your thighs then it already was. “That long ass hair with the tightest jeans, my chemical romance on his tee.” You ran a smooth hand down your body, exaggerating your attraction towards him. “He looked so sick like he was dying, if I said he wasn’t hot then I’d be lying. Please, handsome, don’t be coy. Come on fuck me emo boy!”

The repetition of the lyrics echoed throughout the large stadium, it was actually hilarious how such a large crowd of people jumped and shouted come on fuck me emo boy, over and over again. You giggled, raising the microphone back to your lips, “This boy just unlike the rest, one look and I bitch I loose my breath. Wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? Lift me up and then I drop it. He’s with his band, goin on tour. Should I go? Well, bitch, for sure!” Your favorite was coming up, it was a little explicit but what would be the fun if it wasn’t? “He might not look he gets bitches but honey that dick is eleven inches.”

With your pearly teeth out, your lips stretched into large smile you bounced around the stage, hearing the the beat blast into your ear drum. A collection of things were thrown onto the stage, it was a common reoccurrence during all your concerts. People would launched flowers, letters, bras, sunglasses, and far to many things that just piled up on the floor until you finished your set list and had all the gifts delivered to your dressing room. You admired your fans, the way their wristbands glowed in the dark night, the creative posters that were raised above their heads, it was hard to grasp onto it sometimes but the feeling never failed to make you proud.

“Hey, hey, hey emo boy!” The song had concluded, though the fans were far from quiet, you gave them a polite bow as the crew behind you began to pack up all the instruments. You were stuck in your spot, waving to all the giddy people who nearly broke down the barricade in excitement. “Thank you! Hugs and kisses to all of you who made it here tonight, I love you guys!” Your feet began to move towards the backstage, a part of you absolutely devastated that the show ended, but also relieved to get some rest. Although, before you could fully leave you jogged back over to the microphone. “And make sure to keep the song a secret from the emo hottie.” With that, you walked towards your assistant, Teresa, who held a bottle of water ready for you.

“You looked amazing, baby!” The dark haired girl giggled as you took the cool liquid and let it run down your sore throat.

“Thank you, I felt amazing!” You smiled, “Was the song good? It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Absolutely not, the song was great, and I’m proud that you finally got around to preforming it.” Your assistant grinned, “It’ll definitely get his attention.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the goal.” You mumbled, looking over at your dressing room, ready to go in and remove all the makeup and heavy accessories you had on till you noticed that your name tag was gone from the front door. “Hey, what happened to my name tag?”

Teresa looked over, “Oh, they’re replacing it because Tokio Hotel is preforming here tomorrow.”

“What!” You nearly chocked on your water, eyes practically bulging out of your face as you stared back at your assistant. “Why didn’t you tell me that they were literally preforming here the day after me?”

“To be fair I didn’t know until they started moving stuff around.” Right as the words left her mouth a random man came over and slipped in a paper to the plastic cover on the front door. It wasn’t a mistake, the bold letter stated back at you: TOKIO HOTEL

“Well, I’m most definitely fucked.”

“BILL!” TOM PRACTICALLY ran across the tour bus, holding his baggy pants up in one hand while the other held a laptop. His twin sat on the couch, munching on a pack of sour candy. “Bill, you have to look at this!”

Bill stared at his brother with furrowed brows, wondering what has gotten him so giddy and grinning like a child. That was until the laptop was shoved in his face, some random article pulled up with some dramatized title that he didn’t even want to read. “What is this?”

“Read it!”

POP STAR, Y/N L/N WRITES EXPLICIT SONG TO GERMAN LEAD SINGER, BILL KAULITZ; COULD THIS BE THE START OF A NEW ROMANCE?

Bill’s fingers slid on the mouse pad, scrolling the through the article as his eyes quickly scanned the words in front of him. “This surely isn’t about me, Tom, it’s just fake news that they’re trying to shove down people’s throats.”

“Don’t be stupid, Bill, the y/n l/n is crushing on you and dropping subtle hints, hence, the song about wanting to fuck you.” Tom shook his brothers shoulders proudly, his grin wide.

A hue of red spread on Bill’s pale skin, clicking on the attached video that gave him the whole performance. Sure enough, there you were, singing a song about wanting to fuck an emo boy. “I don’t know, Tom.”

The oldest twin let out a groan, “Bill, she wants you, think about it. She’s our age and she says that the song is dedicate to a German lead singer who is touring with his band.” He had a good point, and that’s what made Bill smile a bit, it made a puff of pride filled his chest. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Tom laughed, “She wants you, Bill, and I wouldn’t want to pass up on that.”

“Enough.” Bill sheepishly smiled, closing the laptop and shoving into Tom’s chest, curling up on the couch as he felt a wave of heat wash over him. If the song was about him, and you meant what you said, then it really turned him on. He couldn’t help it, his already tight skinny jeans grew tighter.

“BILL, WHAT ARE YOURE opinions on y/n l/n new song about?”

“Bill is it true that you are y/n’s baby daddy?”

“Bill look over here!”

“Are you and y/n a couple?”

A flood of questions and bright, flashing lights came his way as he made his way towards the doors of the venue. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, attempting to move past the paparazzi and avoid there strange questions. His band mates followed behind him, struggling to keep up with him due to the crowding. He finally let out a breath of relief as he made his way inside. The flashing cameras replaced with colorful lights and the screaming substituted with the shaky bass of the music booming from the dance floor. Tom had already separated himself from the group, going off to the bar to try and find a new girl to bring to his hotel. Georg had dropped out, opting on talking with his girlfriend through phone all night instead. Gustav had also followed Tom to the bar, craving alcohol in his system.

The crowd of people were familiar, he had seen some of them at the event from before, there were many famous faces. Yet he stood by a wall, eyes looking around awkwardly, despite the many times he’d been to these events he always had to ease his way in throughout the night. After a few drinks he’d start getting loose, but for the moment he’d just scan the dance floor till he caught someone he knew.

That’s when he gaze was in trapped by a spark, a beautiful glow that confidently bounced on the dance floor, happily dancing. It was you, you were dancing with your friend, a half drunken drink in your hand while your swing your hips and shimmy you chest with a surge of confidence. The short dress having to constantly be tugged down your plush thighs, as you giggled, you felt something. A sense of being watched, but there was hundreds of people around, and a lot of them liked to stare.

You leaned into your friends ear, excusing yourself to the bathroom, you heels carried you to through the crowds of drunk people and to a small opening where you could go to the bathroom. Bill’s eyes watched your every move, were you coming towards him or was he fucking crazy? He nervously stared at you, your features became more clear, it was you. Y/n l/n. You were getting closer, he felt his breath hitch, what was he going to say? Well, he didn’t have to worry since you walked right past him, eyes not sparing him a glance as you rushed into a hallway. He furrowed his brows, staring as your figure disappeared, it was then that he noticed many people exiting and passing to enter the same hallway you just entered. He glanced up and saw the clear sight that read. RESTROOM.

He huffed, crossing his arms with a frown, maybe it was a sigh that he should talk to her but now it he had to wait till you walked back out. Finally, you left the restroom, shoving the lipgloss back into your bra and strutting out. You were excited to go back to dancing, a big smile on you lip, that was until a large hand wrapped itself around your wrist, tugging you back before you could go any farther. You looked back with furrowed brows, you had to crane you eyes up to look at who was the man behind the touch. You mouth went dry, eyes widening, your knees nearly giving out and dropping you on the dirty floor of the venue.

It was Bill fucking Kaulitz, the emo boy you made a whole song about. The song in which was leaked and slapped on every article with your name in the title. You were so happy that the lighting covered the blush that warmed your face. He leaned down, lips brushing you ear, hand still wrapped on on your wrist.

“Hey, I’m Bill.” His hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume, it was intoxicating. “I like your music.” He pulled away, a smug smirk on his face as you swallowed the lump in your throat. His accent was much more hotter in person then it was in the interviews you watched on TV.

“T-Thank you.” You replied, but he simply gave you a confused look. You sighed, attempting to reach his ear, “I said thank you, I like your music as well.”

He nodded, “Thank you, it seems as though one of your songs has gotten quite popular, people have told me all about it.”

You needed to pull yourself together, this was a moment you’ve been waiting for and you couldn’t back down. So you rubbed your lips together, spreading the shiny, sticky gloss. You gazed up at him through your lashes, a flirty smile on your face. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d say.”

“Yeah?” He raised a pierced brow, “Why’s that?”

“You’re the only one I wrote the song for, of course.” You giggled, watching his expression change, he was surprised on how upfront you were about it. You were proud, cocky almost, it turned him on. “So, did you like it?” He nodded in response. “You wouldn’t mind doing what the lyrics say, do you?”

“No.” He replied, watching your smile widen. “I can take you back to my hotel and do exactly what you want me to do, schatz.”

You were getting giddy, you running a hand up his arms, staring up at his smoky eyes with lust. You bit your bottom lip, “Can you kiss me?” A small smirk played on his lips as he leaned down, leaving a slow kiss on your lips. Your hands were on his cheek, leaning up and desperately kissing his lips. His hands wandered, feeling you up in the tight pink dress you were in. Though his same hands seemed to favor a spot in particular, you ass, they ran up and down your sides before they eventually planted themselves there. His head was titled to the side, neck curved down to reach your height and to continue kissing your additive lips. He pulled away, lips sticky with you gloss before he trailed it down to your jaw and neck, his cheeky hands squeezed the flesh. You gasp, allowing him to suck lightly while the music blasted in your ears but it was all tuned out as you focused on the sensation of his tacky lips kissing your skin.

You were most definitely gonna fuck this emo boy tonight.

Y’ALL WANT A PART TWO W SMUT? Either way I’ll probably write one bc this game out better then I expected🤭🤭🤭

[d0wn-in-the-morgue]

i love this era sm

[fancy-nancy-all-grown-up]

bill kaulitz imagine ^_−☆♡

no caps intentional!!

no warnings! just fluff, cuddling, kissing, and smiley bill（＾∇＾）

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you rested your head on bill’s chest at you both looked up at the glow in the dark stickers you put on bill’s ceiling, pretending to star gaze. you have bills hand in both of yours, while his other is wrapped firmly against your back and waist, examining every beautiful detail. you trace every line on his palm with your comparatively tiny finger. you only stop when you can’t find anything else you haven’t seen or touched, at which point you rest bill’s flat-facing palm on your chest. you both lay there in silence until bill speaks up.

“your heart is beating so fast sweetheart,” he whispers. you smile lightly as you flip your body around so that your eyes meet each others.

“do you know why?” you question. he shakes his head over dramatically, a smile creeping up on his lips as well. “because i have a crush on you” you say, trying to keep from exploding with giggles. he smiles, his beautiful lips separating to reveal the most precious smile man has ever seen.

he brings his head up from the pillow just enough to make contact with your lips and pulls you closer to him. he entangles his hands into your hair, softly kissing you. you pull back for just a moment.

“your heart’s beating really fast.”

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a/n: thanks for reading this far y’all!!!! i haven’t published any fanfics on here and i cant say i’ll be posting a shit ton more, but if you want more lmk!! i’m not an official fic writer but i will take requests here and there lmao. also i think it’s weird when people tag things as things they aren’t?? like if u post a bill fic and add the tom kaulitz smut tag???? why 💀 so regardless of whether or not i get engagement im gonna be TRUE with my tags lmfao

[shinyrhinestones]

Bubbling over

Summary: Just some self care fluff with Bill.

Pairing: Bill Kaulitz X Fem!Reader. (Also this is around 2006, Reader is the same age as Bill).

Genre: fluff and angst.

Warnings: mental illness, depressive episode, neglecting yourself..use of Y/N..? Make-up, Kissing.

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The sun had made its appearence hours ago but you couldn’t find the motivation to get out of bed. You were still tired and had slept bad. You kept waking up every now and then interrupting your sleep. You normally forget to tend to the world outside of you and your connections. It wasn’t always on purpose. It was just hard to. It felt overwhelming at times. Bill had noticed that. You weren’t responding to his texts or calls. You had woken up and honestly just wanted to sleep more to escape reality but you couldn’t fall asleep. Like your body was ready to wake up but your mind wanted to shut down. You felt a hand on your shoulder expecting it to be a family member at first. You sighed, frowning into your pillow. “Y/N” You heard a familiar voice say. He shook you very gently, trying to wake you, assuming that you were still sleeping. You felt the bed shift as he sat down on his knees next to you. You didn’t even have energy to speak. It felt like if you did you would break down and cry. Bill might’ve noticed that. “Bist du ok?” He asked. (Are you okay?).

He looked around. Seeing how the sun tried to shine through your curtains but unable to fully reach you as your curtains had been left untouched, covering the window. It had been covering the windows for days now. He moved one side of the curtains out of the suns way. He didn’t want to disturb you completely even though he wanted to help.

You shook your head into your pillow. He understood. He rubbed your arm. You felt his cold rings along his soft palm. He left soft kisses on your arm, letting them linger. He pouted as he watched you lay still in your bed. Your hair was getting greasy and was a mess. He laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you close. You hummed for a second, feeling his embrace from behind. You shuffled closer.

A few minuttes had passed you just couldn’t fall asleep again. Bill wasn’t event that tired. You turned around feeling his arm lift to give you space as your turned to face him. His palm was laying flat against your back as you shuffled closer. You lifted your hands up to his cheeks, cupping them. Studying his face for a few seconds, letting your fingertips stroke across his delicate face. You locked eyes with him for a moment, staring into his brown eyes.

He tried to study you too. Your eyes and expression. He was scared to do or say something. Honestly, he didn’t know what to do. You withdrawed your touch from him and held your hands against your own chest. Even though you didn’t want to do anything ‘cause of all the feelings overwhelming you, you just couldn’t sleep no more. You sat up and looked around. Bill didn’t take his eyes off you. Mess. Your whole room was messy. Clothing scattered all around your bedroom. It felt embarrassing, knowing that Bill had walked into this and seen it. You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your face feel into the place of your palms, tears starting to spill. Darkness having it’s turn with you all around. Inside you and around. Bill sat up immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and setting his other hand in your hair. He frowned. Bill had had these days himself but he didn’t know what was going on inside of your mind. He wasn’t sure on how to help. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, sobbing in his arms. Even though you couldn’t see yourself, you knew your face had gotten red from crying. Bill didn’t care. He only cared about how to help you, hating that you were in this state. Not much was said between you. Like words weren’t important in the moment. Bill got up and took a hold of your hand. “Come.” He almost whispered. You closed your eyes for a second the thought of doing anything was too much to bear. However you followed. Holding onto his hand and following him as he took you to your bathroom.

It’s not that your family didn’t care about your well being, it’s just that they knew you felt like this and that they could only give what they had to give. They wanted to take it slow, at your own pace. Not wanting to pressure you into anything. But also not wanting to lose you from within their grip.

Your feet made contact with the cold tiles. He locked the door to your bathroom, ensuring privacy. He let the tub fill and dipped his fingertips into the water to make sure it was warm enough for you.

He turned the hot water on from the bathtub, letting it fill up and helped you out of your pjamas. When he reached for the edge of your shirt he looked into your eyes. “May I?” His voice was barely audible. You nodded, placing your own hands on his as he calmly undressed you.

Bill guided you into the bath letting you sit there for a moment, engulfed in the warm water. He took off his socks and placed a towel on the floor between him and the tub. He sat down on his knees. The only thing you could hear was the faint noise of what ever your family was doing downstairs and the sound of water moving whenever you stirred. “It’s okay, you know?” He suddenly said. You just nodded. It felt like no energy was left in you to even open your mouth, and if you did, you would most likely break down again. Bill gave you a vague smile. He started to take off his rings, placing them on the edge of the sink near you. Bill grabbed the shower head and turned it on. He motioned for you to lean your head back, so he could wash your hair. You closed your eyes and did what he gestured. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy your own body, but Bill had rarely seen intimate parts of you. You were both so young. So you both just took things as they came. And you and Bill hadn’t really gotten that far. You had been together for some time but you also didn’t feel completely ready. Perhaps Bill felt the same way. From Bills side he just wanted to do for you, what he himself found relaxing.

His hands brushed down your wet hair. His lips parted, his eyes concentrated on your hair. You closed your eyes. You felt the warmth around you and running down your head, shoulders and back. Bill took his other hand and laid it on your cheek, caressing you.

You could almost feel all of his hand pressing into you as he ran shampoo through hair. He washed it out again. He turned off the shower head and you both heard how the stopping of the flow brought more silence. He grabbed a shower gel. “Can I continue?” He asked. At this point it felt like would it even matter? Again you nodded. Bill understood that your silence wasn’t because you were afraid but because things seemed too hard to manage. And so he carried on. Washing your body and making sure to condition your hair aswell.

Even when he was done washing your body, you didn’t want to get up. You just looked at Bill from under your eyelashes. His palms ran around your back. Around in circles, squares and all kinds of figures and patterns. He looked through the cupboards finding two towels. You weren’t looking, but you could hear the opening and closing. He went back to you. “Come here.” You leaned closer, letting your hair fall onto the towel that he had sat beneath him. He started to dry your hair with the towel. It felt like he was massaging your scalp. He ended up wrapping your hair up in the towel.

He slowly brought himself to his feet, letting his hands fall from the white towel to your hands, guiding you out of the tub. “Here”. He mumbled, wrapping another towel around your body. You clutched onto it, so it didn’t fall from your figure.

Remembering you had to enter your bedroom again, brought down the mood more than it already had been. It did feel like the bath had distracted you for a moment. You leaned into the embrace of Bill. He hugged you back, his arms secure around you. You stood there swinging lightly in your hug. Closing your eyes again, melting in his arms.

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Walking into your bedroom you started to put on some fresh comfortable clothing. Bill sat down on the edge of your bed, watching as you found the energy to dress yourself. Dressed in some pjamas again you looked around and started pouting again. “Oh.” You exhaled as you saw the clutter around you. “My room is a mess.” You crossed your arms, like you were hugging yourself. Shame started to creep in on you. You wanted a clean room but you were always too tired and unmotivated to actually do it. Bills eyes fell as he saw how down you still were. He walked up to you, stopping right infront of you. “It’s okay.” He cupped your cheek shortly. “No, my room is horrible.” Your voice broke at the end of your sentence. Bill still wasn’t sure of his choice of words.

He interlocked his fingers with yours guiding you over to your bed. You sat down, and Bill on the other side, your fronts facing each other.

“What do you want to do? If you want we can clean, I don’t mind”. Bill only wanted to help, so if you wanted to clean your messy room, he would accompany you. It’s so hard to make a decision. Because you don’t even want to think about the future. Too many emotions to even feel what you wanted to do in the moment. Bill brushed your still slightly wet hair to the side, caressing your cheek. “I don’t know”. Your eyes were glued to your quilt. You were still tired. Your eyelids were still heavy and your body felt too weak for anything. You wiped your face with your palms, as Bills hand retracted from yours for a second. “I still feel gross.” You sighed. A bath couldn’t wash away the way you felt in your own skin.

“We can’t have that.” Bill gave you a weak smile before standing up from your bed. He started to search through your desk looking for whatever make-up, jewelry and nailpolish he could find. “Come here”. He sat down on his knees by your bed as you shuffled to sit by the edge. He found his way between your knees. “Put this on or your hair is in the way”. He handed you a thin black headband. You tilted your head back and pushed your hair back before setting the headband by your hairline. When you looked back down Bill gave you a small smile. He started doing his thing, painting your face with all the make-up he found. You felt a cold sensation as he applied concealer on your face. Bill had this cute expression on his face as he focused on blending the make-up. His tongue stuck out between his teeth, just by a little centimeter. Your lips started to curve upward by the sight of him being so concentrated. His eyebrows scrunched for a second.

He was about to use an eyelash curler on you but you flinched and grabbed his hand sloppily. “Wait.” You mumbled and took the eyelash curler. His eyes widened vaguely. “I don’t feel safe if you do it.” You explained and grabbed a mirror that laid among your make-up. For Bill it was a small succes that you wanted to do something yourself and actually formed a sentence. Yes, your voice was still low but you used more energy on talking. Energy you barely had. You curled your eyelashes and loosely let the mirror and eyelash curler fall to the beds surface.

Bill moved the make-up away from the bed. He sat next to you on the bed and admired your face for a moment. You laid down letting your knees be in the air. You stared at the ceiling almost getting lost in your thoughts again. Bill laid down next you, but instead of laying on his back, he rested his weight on his arms laying on his stomach. He was almost the only thing in sight now. Your lips started to curve upwards. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. He didn’t mean to. He meant to say it out loud, not that low.

“Oh. Thank you.” You raised your eyebrows for a second like it was new. But Bill wasn’t afraid to show his love and affection for someone he truly loved.

His hand caressed your cheek before he gave you an eskimo kiss. Nose to nose. You couldn’t stop giggling when he did that. Your hands raised to cup and caress his face aswell. “Thank you.” You whispered. Bill knew for what even though you already said thank you. A few seconds passed. He had a faint smile on his face and his brown eyes beamed slightly. His soft hand still resting on top of your cheek, the other holding on to the arm that was holding on to him too. He let his lips find yours and give you a deep kiss.

[xxzlushiez]

Behind closed doors

T. Kaulitz x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Tom kepts trying to make you jealous by bringing girls over when your sleeping in his bed, but it doesn’t seem to bother you and you decide to show him who really holds his heart

Notes: 18+😦, Tom and Name aren’t dating but he likes them, Name is sly , underlying whiny Tom, he’s on a date w/ a girl💀, Name has no shame, humiliation, nakedness(??), Name has sex w/ a girl, so many positions, tom’s high sex drive, choking kink(ish?), Names feelings for Tom aren’t stated but you can assume how they feel😭

“Ночь, ты моя, и ты алкоголичка Ass, HD, VR” - Мишка: Poshlaya Molly, KATERINA

- When he told you he’d be going on a date with a girl he wanted you to be upset, jealous, envious, something

- but you just shrugged and told him to “package it before using”

- it was annoying to fuck someone and not have them immediately love you like they usually do but you loving them instead

- which is exactly what happened with him

- you always walked around his apartment w barely anything on, went grocery shopping w/ him and even helped him pick out the color of his new curtains for the lounge room

- he thought you would’ve had at least a small crush on him after being fuck buddies for more than 2 months

- but it seemed like you didn’t

- “where’s it at?”

- “here, so don’t come out of our room until she’s gone”

- you knew that’s not what he cared to say, you also knew he wanted you to come out while the girl was over

- you waved him off saying you “wouldn’t bother his little date” and walked off to the kitchen

- pissed him off when he always seemed to get no reaction out of you

- When it was in the late evening he heard a knock on the door

- rushing down the stairs but saw you had already opened the door

- “hm..who are you, do you need something?”

- you felt a body press against your exposed skin and knew he was behind you probably pissed off to

- felt you push against his front with your ass

- “Valerie….come in sorry about that”

- you both moved out of the way and you pretended to not noticed the way her eyes raked up and down your exposed skin

- you bid the girl farewell and told him to have fun before making your way up the stairs

- “who was that?”

- “a friend don’t worry about it”

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- throughout the date you had come down multiple times

- still with basically nothing on

- accidentally slammed his knee into the top of the table when you bent over to grab something from a cabinet

- so many provocative actions but every time you looked his way it was to look at the girl

- noticed how his date kept shifting in her seat and readjusted her skirt

- ‘are they fucking serious right now’

- wasn’t even in the mood to fuck her and just sent the girl home after their dinner

- went to sleep in one of the guest rooms bc he was so pissed that his plan to get laid that night didn’t work

- woke up to noises coming from his bedroom

- barged in to see you fucking someone

- when his eyes adjusted to the darkness he noticed it was with his date

-“what the fuck…”

- worst part was when you saw him in the doorway and smiled while moaning his name when the girl was kissing you and how embarrassingly hard it made him.

- slammed the door shut when he saw you start going down on the girl

- went to make a drink bc he was so shocked

- he knew it was just to spite him and that he shouldn’t get so worked up but you were literally in his bed that he fucks you in having sex with a girl he just had a date with

- maybe this was karma for always trying to make you jealous so much

- now he was the one jealous

- was still downstairs when you walked the girl to the door giving her a peck on the cheek before sending her off

- all still being naked💀

- no embarrassment whatsoever

- “what’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem I’m actually pretty content as of right now thanks for asking”

- smug asl bc you know what you did

- watched you lean down to get a water bottle out of the fridge and drink some

- got up from his spot and took you by the arm to the living room

- “I’ll make you feel a lot better than she did”

- “oh….I don’t know she was pretty good if I’m being honest”

- “I’m better I’ll always be better”

- lots of simple foreplay like kissing, touching you, hickeys, etc

- Sex on his balcony overlooking the city, against the windows, on the sofa, atop the kitchen counters, IN THE SHOWER?? Anything you can think of you two have done at least once

- turns into an actual animal when you have sex with him because his sex drive is so high

- goes all out bc he knows you can handle it

- it’s a special kind of sex when it’s with you he treats you differently (not that he’d ever tell you that)

- usually his preferred position is missionary because he loves seeing your face

- but secretly likes when you ride him bc you always have your hands wrapped around his neck

- let’s you mark him all over his back and neck

- leaves bruises on your hips from holding them so hard

- presses down on the spot where his dick bulges in your stomach while smiling

- “she couldn’t do this to you could she?”

- when you kiss him so gently when he’s in the middle of fucking he just melts against you, holding you close by the waist with one arm while holding you both up with the other

- slipped up and says he loves you

- fucking like bunnies

- “wan be yours”, “all mine right?” “Wanna be with you so bad”

- definitely had to have a talk w/ you after abt the shit going on between you two after the hours of fucking you two did

[whatsavatar]

Me waiting patiently for Tom and Bill Kaulitz fics to start rolling in

[wekiamo]

hcs about being fuckbuddies with 2009/2010 Tom?

★ TOM KAULITZ; 2010 FUCKBUDDIES NSFW HEADCANONS

minors dni for the love of god‼️

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whenever or wherever he saw you, he’d somehow always manage to approach you firstt

tom would take you to his room sometimes but y’all prefer the adrenaline of quickies and almost getting caught 😭😭 (never getting caught tho

he gets turned on when you play hard to get 😭

when tom sees you in public he just CANNOT keep his glances from afar and hands to himself when near you

if he likes being around you, he will bring you to sone of the tokio hotel concerts

he’s kinda selfish… 👁️ like he can fuck other girls but when you fuck other guys he isn’t really happy about it, but never forbids you from doing it ofc (like he could 🥱)

tom likes your boobs too much LMAOO

also in some interviews where they end up talking about sex (they always do lmaoo) he thinks of you instantly and starts smirking a bit to himself 😭

that boy LOOOOVES teasing you. the sight of you contorting yourself just because of his touch makes him go crazy. FOREPLAY ALWAYS

he also loves giving you neck kisses and hickeys 😍 especially when it’s your weakness (teasing again ofcc

his fav positions are doggystyle and missionary but mostly missionary bc he loves seeing your boobs bouncing or your facial expressions SORRY

as we all know, he’s too good with his fingers and that is no different in sex. loves fingering you and playing w your clit 🤞

tom brags you to the band members whenever he can lmaooo

NO BUT LISTEN. HE LOVES YOUR COLLARBONES AND ALWAYS STOPS THERE WHEN YOU’RE AT IT. there’s just something about them that he gets jajsjsjajds

alsooo he feels more pleasure from seeing your pleasure… turns him on fr. so he pleasures you more than you pleasure him yk. giving you head, making you cum first…

praising. that’s all i’m saying: PRAISING 😫😫

he’s a DOM. not a switch, not a sub, he’s a dommmmmm !! i don’t make the rules 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[tomssexdoll]

HOI🖖👽 sooooOOOOOooo can you do a Tom kaulitz x fem! reader

Like were he says sumthing he didn’t mean like:example,he said something about ur past that’s a VERY touchy subject during an argument

Add fluff at the end pls🙏🙏🙏🥺

(IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THID ITS OK 👌🙂🙂🙂)

MK HOT STUFF GURLYS GOTTA GOOO😜😜😜😜 BOIIIIIIYUHHHH👋👋👋👋

hiii cutie ofc

I didn't mean it

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: During an argument Tom brings up something really touchy from the past as an insult, you're heartbroken and hurt from his words, he instantly apologises and tries to make it up to you. A/N: AHHH WARNINGS: yelling, !!!!VERY GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND A SMALL MENTION OF RAPE!!!!!!!!

Me and Tom were yet again in an argument, I got upset at him because he's been neglecting me, staying out late, not even touching me or holding me, nothing.

I brought it up to him this morning and it just exploded into an argument, him being defensive as usual.

"I'm so sick of you being so fucking controlling y/n!" he grunted, storming up the stairs. I scoffed and followed him closely "don't walk away from me Tom! You always do this, always running away when confronted with the truth!" I yelled.

"Because you take things so seriously! I just wanted time alone is that so hard to ask for?" he sighed heavily.

I grunted, him clearly not getting the point, "it's not that I don't want you to have alone time it's just that you're basically avoiding me!" I followed him into the bedroom, he was trying to find something to do to disract himself.

"Listen to me!" I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me, my eyes staring deeply into his, rage washing over them. "There's nothing to talk about!" he pushed past me, going into the bathroom.

I kept on yelling at him, following him into it, he turned around, hand on the doorframe and yelled "no wonder why your friend killed himself, he couldn't fucking stand being around you and neither can I"

My heart shattered instantly, the memories of my best friend killing themselves, him being in my arms as he died.

LISTEN TO TV BY BILLIE EILISH PAST THIS POINT I SWEAR IT MAKES A HUGE DIFFERENCE

6 years ago my best friend Arnie died, he was a gentle soul. He was gay and was heavily bullied about it, drowned in the toilets, food thrown at him, followed home. Arnie had learned to have thick skin, not allowing that to get to him, he knew they were just miserable with their lives and I loved that about Arnie.

The last straw for Arnie was when he was raped at a house party in 2008, the last time I saw him happy was when we seperated, I was hooking up with a random boy and he wished me goodluck. When I finished and tried to find Arnie, he was sprawled across a bed, bleeding from his back side.

I rushed to his aid and discovered that he was raped. Arnie was different after that, didn't insult back, was super quiet, didn't hang out with me after school like we usualy did.

I tried to offer help but nothing worked. One day I went to his house, he wasn't answering my calls or texts and his parents were out of town for the week. I found it weird that the door was unlocked, I went inside and into his bedroom.

I wish I didn't see what he had done, everyday it replays in my mind. I have nightmares about it every few nights.

I walked into his bathroom, he was in the bathtub, wrists on the edge of the tub, cut so deeply. I stood there for a second, shocked, trying to take in what I saw. After 10 seconds I screamed, running to him and holding him tightly, examining his wounds. 7 deep cut wounds, he was bleeding so much, the bathroom tiles covered in them.

My knees smudged the blood around as I held him, sobbing uncontrollably. "No no no..arnie you're ok.." I whispered, stroking his hair gently. He looked at me briefly, the life draining from his eyes "i'm sorry...i love you.." he muttered before taking his last breath, dying in my arms.

I screamed for him, my vocal cords ready to burst. Some neighbours called the police from my screaming, they came in and rushed to the scene, practically ripping me off Arnie.

"No! No no no! He'll be ok!" I sobbed, trying to get back to him, "ARNIE!" I screamed, the female officer held me close, stroking my hair softly, "he's gone baby...i'm sorry.." she whispered softly, I looked up at her, a tear falling down her cheek.

I buried my face into her chest, her vest cold and hard on my face.

They carried his body out, I couldn't bare to look and just stood there frozen. Later on the police women gave me a note he wrote, it read:

Dear my beloved Y/N,

I'm so sorry you have to read this, I'm sorry for even doing this. I know it's stupid and I know i'm supposed to have thick skin but I can't do it anymore, after what he did to me I haven't been able to eat, sleep or do anything properly, it runs through my head all the time, that memory of what he did never leaves my memory. It's driving me crazy Y/N, I wanted to stay strong for you, I wanted us to grow up and see each other get married, have kids, go through breakups together, live our 20s to the fullest, party like theres no tomorrow but I can't do it anymore. I wanted to be your best friend forever, be friends until we die, but I guess my fate is early. You know I love you more than life itself, you showed me it's ok to be me. You helped and guided me through everything but it's time for me to go, I love you and I'll be watching over you. Keep being your weird self and never forget me

Your soulmate, Arnie.

My heart was shattered into a million pieces, I still have that note to this day, I can't leave the house without it near me.

I got a tattoo of the last line, in his handwriting, 'your soulmate, arnie'. (inspired by evieskiess book my one and only <3)

BACK TO PRESENT:

My eyes widened, heart breaking into a million pieces, the heartbreak from that night coming back. My body went stiff, frozen in place. Unable to say anything.

Toms face instantly softened, he rushed towards me and started to apologise profusely, "oh honey no..i'm so sorry, I was just mad and I wasn't thinking straight, you know I didn't mean it", I looked at him, a stray tear falling down my cheek.

"Don't touch me.." I whispered softly, pushing him off me and walking to the bed, sitting on it. I bursted out into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, the tears unable to stop. All the pain I had tried to forget coming back.

He rushed to my side and held me tightly, "no baby..I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry" his voice thick with emotion, I could tell he was telling the truth but I was just so shocked, so hurt by his harsh words.

"Why.." my voice broke slightly "why would you say such a thing.." I choked out a sob, covered my mouth with my hands, they were trembling violently.

"I don't know..it was an in the moment thing, I didn't mean it at all, I'm so sorry baby I will do anything to make it up to you I swear, I love you with all my heart" he started to cry, tears falling down his cheeks as he buried his face in my shoulder.

My heart ached at him crying, I really wanted to forgive him but my heart just couldn't. I stood up and sighed, "I'm sleeping on the couch.." he nodded, standing up and brushing stray hairs from my face, kissing my forehead softly.

"I love you baby..." he whispered before letting me go, I turned my head to look at him and sighed "i love you too.." before walking off to the living room.

I sat on the couch, staring into nothing, my heart heavy and my eyes red. I rolled up my sleeve and stared at the tattoo, grazing a finger over it. I grabbed the note from my pocket and held it against my chest, laying back onto the couch, slowly falling asleep.

A few hours later I was woken up by soft arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close. I turned around, placing the note in my pocket and looking up at Tom.

"I know you didn't mean it baby..but I'm still hurt" I mumbled, he nodded slowly "I know baby..I know..i'm so sorry" he rested his chin on my head, stroking my hair softly just like the female officer did. I felt comforted, safe in his arms, again, just like I felt with the female officer.

"Do you want to go back to bed schatz?" he said softly, I sniffled and nodded, getting up and holding his hand, walking towards our shared bedroom. I grabbed one of his shirts and put it on, slipping into bed.

He smiled softly and slipped behind me, pulling me closer and wrapping his strong arms around my frame, keeping me warm and safe. "I'll make it up to you..I swear" he sighed, kissing the top of my head lightly.

"I'll be home more, I'll take you to band practices, I'll take you out with me, I'll do anything for you baby, I'm sorry I neglected you, treated you so badly.." his voice shaky "I love you, you're my world, my beautiful wife, my light. I'll do anything it takes to change, anything at all" I slowly turned around again, looking up at him, looking into his eyes for any sign of deceit, but all that presented was sincerity. Pure honesty. His eyes soft and gentle, willing to do anything for me.

I tucked a stray stand behind his ear, kissing him softly. "I love you..thankyou for that.." I smiled softly.

"I've always wondered though, why do you always keep his note with you?" he tilted his head, genuinely curious. I chuckled softly, "I don't know, it's the only thing I have left of him, something to remember him by" I frowned, tears welling up in my eyes again, "it's a reminder to me that he loved me and to keep going without him" Tom winced at my pain, stroking my hair gently and nodding.

"I understand..I'll keep it safe for you always" he kissed me softly, I smiled "thankyou baby.." I muttered before falling asleep in his arms.

E/N: I sobbed so hard while writing this no joke

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdoll @syylss @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @charliesgoodboy @20doozers @ballhair @bkaulitzlover

[tokio-hotel]

BILL KAULITZ 🤭🤭🤭🤭

[glitterinmyveinss]

toxic! Tom Kaulitz x reader

TW: mentions of toxic behavior and alcohol

as we all know, he's a womanizer for sure

anytime you go on tour w him there's a bunch of girls crowding the bus yelling his name

once one of them threw her bra at him n you got pissed n started cussing her out

it got really escalated and bill n gustav had to hold you back

tom thought it was hot tho n made sure the girl knew that he was yours by giving you a kiss on the head after

"you looked so cool! like a hot WWE girl"

you were still insanely mad but couldn't help but laugh at that

he's always slightly flirty at meet and greets and when you confront him, he tries to play it off w "but babe you're my actual girlfriend. they're just some fans." and ngl, it works.

you know when he goes to the club w bill,georg, and gustav he cheats on you but no one's ever admitted it

you caught him in the act once when bill asked if you could pick them up

you felt so sick and disgusted but still gave them a ride home obv

he tried cuddling w you that same night saying that he loved you sm n that you're the only who gets him

you just sat there emotionless. he didn't even know that you saw him

when you guys fight it's messy

yelling, screaming, accusations. all of it

normally one of you storms out.

but you can't help but go back

with the thousand dollar presents, the sweet words he says in his apologies tugging at your heart, and the way he looks at you, how could you not?

he's also extremely possesvie and jealous which is so ironic

anytime he sees you talking to any guy that's not georg, bill, or gustav, he instantly goes right by your side n waits till you introduce him

won't let you go anywhere alone. sometimes it's cute, other times it's super annoying

on the rare occasion you go to a party w him, he's always got his eyes on you

depending on what he drank that night, he'll be really sappy n affectionate

he'll just go on and on about how he's so grateful for you n how he dosent know why or how you stay w him

sometimes you wonder the same

but when he protects and saves you from all the bad things in your life, n makes you feel like the only girl in the world, you remember why.

also that makeup sex >>

yall i've been binging jersey shore n ronni n sammi are annoying me SO MUCH but they're so real 😔 so this "fic" is inspired by their relationship on the show lol

[aesthetic-bbyg]

YES YES YES YES PLS WRITE THAT TOKIO HOTEL FIC WHERE BILL AND YN ARE SECRETLY DATING AND THEN THEY DO A SELF CARE NIGHT WHILE TOMS GOING AT IT 🤭🤭

LATE NIGHT ~ Bill K.

Bill Kaulitz x reader

Based off of this posted I made!

Nattie speaks: I’ve actually had this idea in my mind for a hot minute but only posted abt it just now so I hope u enjoy my delusions😜

BILL GLARED AT HIS BROTHER before he was met with a closed door, a loud slam echoing into the hallway. The Kaulitz boy sighed heavily, standing in the dark, quiet house, a shiver already creeping up his back from the cold. He could hear the snores from Georg and Gustavs room, it left him with one options, his feet carried him to the door just a few feet down. A soft light peeked from under door, the quiet hum of your TV buzzed. Bill hesitated as his hand came up to knock on your door, he wasn’t one to bother you often, especially so late at night. He was so ready to just collapse on the couch and leave you to get your beauty sleep, but in the quick eviction he hadn’t brought a pillow or blanket with him. Bill would have to sleep in a cold house, and on a semi-comfortable couch with nothing but himself.

This finally gave him the balls to lay three soft knocks on you door, immediately your footsteps patted across the room and you swung the door open. A large smile covered your face as you saw the familiar boy. His usual spiky hair was still damp from his shower as it cascaded over his shoulders. His face refreshed from the makeup and a nervous smile on his own lips.

“I’m sorry to bother you but—“ Bill couldn’t even finish his sentence before you were pulling him into your room. Allowing him to sit on your fluffy bed as you shut the door behind him. “Oh, um…Tom has a girl over and he kicked me out.”

You giggled softly and reached for sheet mask from the small fridge you had in your bathroom. “So that’s where the noises are coming from?” The noises in question were the creaking of the bed and the high pitched moans that came from down the hall. “I should’ve known.”

“Yep, that’s my brother.” Bill shamefully muttered, fiddling with his hands as you laughed. You placed a finger under his chin, lifting his gaze to look up at your standing figure, you ripped a sheet mask open.

“Sit still.” You whispered, placing the cold material on his face as he flinched slightly at the cool sensation. It was as if you two had done it many times yet this was only the first time in your relationship you’d be having a ‘sleepover’ given the fact that you both were still fresh into the relationship. His hands came up to poke at the thin mask on his face, a sluggish liquid sticking onto his finger.

“What is this?” He questioned, watching as you retrieved another one for yourself.

“A sheet mask, it helps with your skin depending on which ones you use.” You stared into the mirror, carefully laying down the mask to the features of your face.

“We look stupid.” Bill chuckled lightly, not bothering to question any of your antics. You rolled your eyes, sitting next to him on the bed. He saw you reaching for the digital camera by your drawer, you clicked it on and took a snap of the two of you. A repeating flash brightly coming from the camera while you posed, Bill was already a natural when it came to selfie faces, even with a sheet mask covering his features.

“Do you think we still look stupid?” You questioned, skipping through the photos you’d taken. He laughed at a few, peaking over your shoulder to get a good view at the tiny screen.

Eventually the timer had rang, obnoxiously buzzing as you shut it off, ripping the mask from you face and rubbing in the extra serum it left behind. Bill cluelessly followed your movements, tossing it into the trash can, as he turned around you were already lost in your closet. Digging through the clothes to find your special, satin robes. You came out with a black one and a gold, smiling giddily while Bill stared, utterly confused.

You managed to wrap him up in the comfortable material, giggling as he checked himself out in the mirror. It was only the beginning, the clock ticked by quick as you went back to the bed and began to paint over Bill’s old nail design. His hands were planted on your thigh while you carefully painted each nail, blabbing about whatever drama you heard. Then you needed another thing to occupy your hands while his nails dried.

“Sit.” You said, pointing at a stool that stood in front of your vanity, you rummaged through the drawers, grabbing your hair brush and multiple hair ties. “I think we should learn to style your hair in a new way.”

“What’s wrong with the way I do it now?” He whined, staring up at you with a frown as you brushed the comb through his dark hair.

“You use two whole cans of hair spray.” You replied smartly, “Do you want to be bald by thirty?” He huffed, crossing his arms as you continued your detangling, the goal was to find a hairstyle that suited him and complemented his features. That was until you sectioned his hair into two pigtails, pink bow ties contrasting against his raven-colored hair.

“What the fuck!” He shouted, staring at you with a dumbfounded expression, you practically sprinted for you camera to snap a quick photo. “Stop it!”

“Look at this cutie.” You spoke over your laugh, lifting the camera up to his face, it took a few photos to get the right one since his hands blocked each one. “Just one more!” He’s given up on fighting, instead pouting like a child while you snapped a picture. You fully intended on printing it out and framing it somewhere.

After a lot of protesting your removed the pigtails, “I’m hungry.” Bill suddenly announced as you yanked out the hair tie from his hair.

“Me too.” You replied nonchalantly, putting away all the tools you just used, “Wanna raid the kitchen?”

Bill smirked, practically thinking the same thing, the two of you tiptoed out the bedroom and down the hall. The once disgust he felt for the inappropriate noises coming from him and Tom’s shared bedroom turned into absolute comedy. As the two of you passed by, you looked at eachother, holding back a loud laugh. Once you’d sneaked past Georg and Gustav’s room both you and Bill managed to find every snack possible. From cookies to left over cupcakes, you began your journey back to the room. With your arms full of snacks you nearly collapsed on the floor from laughter once you neared Tom’s room, the women’s exaggerated moans made you wheeze before you rushed back into the room. You placed the variety of candy, chips, and snacks on the bed before wiping your eyes off the many tears that had fallen.

You immediately shut the door, falling to the floor with an arm wrapped around your stomach, an incoherent string of words leaving your mouth as a laugh followed after. Bill had dropped all the drinks and joined you, attempting to help you back up but falling down too. The both of you laughed l, unable to stop, it was like an infection, the amount of times you nearly spit out your soda laughing as you turned to look at him was uncountable.

“What’s funny?” Bill joined in your laughter despite not knowing what was going on.

“I don’t know!” You wheezed out, head falling on his shoulder as you muffled your bodies with the material of his shirt.

The clock had struck 3 am, somehow you’d began to discuss what the best Halloween costume would be, October was 6 months away. “I was thinking a Jessica Rabbit costume would look good on me, she wears like this sweetheart neckline that makes you have like some cleavage but she also has spectacular boobs and I don’t.” You rambled, looking at your self in the mirror, imagining the sparkly red dress on you. Your hands pushed up your breast, making them more exaggerated and larger like the unrealistic cartoon character.

“I think your boobs are great.” Bill shrugs, not paying attention to his words before you turned to look at him with a smirk. “In like..a gentleman way, of course.”

“Thanks Bill!” You giggled. “What about you?”

“I don’t do a whole lot for Halloween.” The boy replied, cuddling against the teddy bear you had for emotional support. “Why, should I?”

“Of course.” Your tone was snarky, almost as if it was obvious, a boy like Bill shouldn’t miss out on the opportunity to dress up on Halloween. “You could totally rock a good Jack Skellington.” You smirked and laid next to him on the bed. “I could be your sally.”

“Who?”

You rolled your eyes, clicking some buttons on the remote control as the movie began to play. “Only the best movie every created.” The two of you got comfortable, shoving all the half eaten snacks to your nightstand and laying closer to eachother. Bill had forgotten about the bear and opted on holding you instead, a blanket covering both of your bodies.

You weren’t sure when the night seized, and both of you ended up asleep, but the next morning you awoke first. Bill’s was head thrown back, his mouth opened ajar while soft snores tumbled out his lips. You were no better, hair thrown in every direction as you noticed a faint patch of drool on your pillow, you embarrassingly flipped the pillow over and glanced out the window. The morning was quiet, too quiet. Meh. You threw yourself back into the bed, head digging into Bills chest as he shifted. His arm coming up to wrap around you.

“Hello?!” Two knocks were laid against the wooden door, Georg impatiently stood in the other side, a bit tired and hungry. That morning he awoke, by himself. It was an unusual occurrence, given that he was usually rudely awakened by your shouting. Then he’d be greeted by some sort of breakfast and a warm good morning. But silence filled the house, Gustav was in the bathroom but only to avoid knocking himself, so it was up the Georg to find out what happened the usual proactive you. “Can you please wake up and make some breakfast!” The boy groaned, standing outside your door, not receiving any response. “Fine, I’ll come in by force.” He pulled an old trick and slid a random card between the lock and the frame, allowing it to finally open.

Of all the possibilities, he could’ve thought of; maybe you overslept, or were giving him the silent treatment for something, the last thing he though he’d see was you and Bill. You and Bill on top of each other, deeply asleep, piles of snacks to the side, and body practically fused together. You’d finally awoken from the sound of your door opening, cluelessly sitting up and adjusting your eyes on the blurry figure that stood at your door.

“Am I walking in on something?” Georg questioned, eyes wide in shock, a pair of footsteps began to walk from behind the bassist. Gustav, with his messy blonde hair, peeked his head in, his curious eyes getting larger like one of those cartoons.

“Woah, did you and Bill…?” You glanced over at the boy, remembering how he decided to take off his shirt to get more comfortable you groaned and threw a small decorative pillow at the two.

“Ugh, gross, Gus, get out!” You whispered-yelled angrily.

“Well did you?”

You raised another pillow with a threatening glare, “You know what, I’ll just make myself some cereal and you guys can do whatever.” Georg backed away, Gustav follow close after but not before he winked at you and shut the door.

You rolled your eyes before you laid back down and sighed heavily. You looked over at Bill’s figure that hadn’t moved an inch despite the fairly loud scene that happened moments ago. You smile warmly, lightly pushing the black stands of hair that covering his cheek. You couldn’t help but be proud of yourself for finding a boy so special. The one thing you noticed about being around Bill was that you didn’t have to step on eggshells, you didn’t have to think before dressing a certain way or acting a certain way because you knew that he wouldn’t judge. From young to now your silly crush on Bill only grew, having him curled up with the same bear he bought you years prior made your chest flutter. Now he wasn’t a silly crush, he was your boyfriend, you were relieved after going years thinking that he didn’t even like you. You leaned down and began to pepper small kisses from his neck and up, on his cheek, nose, forehead, chin, and when he eventually began to stir awake. You pecked his lips.

His eyes fluttered, blinking a few time before glancing around the room, for a moment, he forgot where he was. Then it all came flashing back, the sight of you looking at him from above like an Angel had him smiling. “Good morning, schatzi.”

dragging my face across the concrete rn

WHY CANT I HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP!!

[meryldian]

⭑ ࣪˖ 2023 Bill Kaulitz NSFW Headcanons pt.3 ⭑ ࣪˖

Pt.1 • Pt.2 I’ve been starving you guys so while I catch up with requests I thought of giving you a little present for being so patient .︿.

I hope it can satisfy you aaahhhhhhh

• Set for 2023!Bill but overall can work for *almost* any era.

• This one’s a bit different, divided in sections.

• AFAB! READER

CONTENT & WARNINGS: Sub/dom dynamics, sex toys, semi-public sex, groping, voyeurism if you squint, biting, boudoir photography, sexting & nudes, drinking, reader has a tattoo, mirror sex, clothed sex, cunnilingus, scratching. I think that’s it.

Date night sex; Starting romantic

It’s needless to say that Bill is a total gentleman. When you guys come back from your date nights he will treat you like you’re the most luxurious piece in his collection.

Will kiss you around the house, guiding you to your bedroom and allowing you to get comfortable as he fetches some champagne and raspberries in the kitchen.

Bill would untie your high heels for you if your feet hurt.

This aside, he does like it when you keep them on during sex, he thinks they make your legs look so classy and sexy. Anyway.

Sharing a toast in bed, under the dim warm light of your bedroom before you blend into a deep, slow kiss.

Likes to eat you out while your pretty dress is still on too, that way he gets to see two of his favourite things all at once. You all dolled up and how you cum from his tongue alone.

Dragging his lips up til they meet yours and get your approval to move on.

He’s always super romantic after date nights, prioritizing pleasure and connection more than anything else. True lovemaking.

You guys have these moments when you will stare at each other and just smile. The world around you doesn’t exist and it’s just your bodies tangled under your satin sheets.

Prompt yourself up on your elbows and give Bill a teethy smile while he thrusts in you, it’ll make him melt quite literally.

I’ve said this before and will say it again, no matter how long you’ve been together, he is always just as excited to roam his hands over your body, to kiss you and whisper sweetly in your ear.

I want him. Is it too much to ask for?

Admiring you

Bill loves to pay attention to detail, which will definitively come in during the act.

It may scare you at first, thinking he’ll just see the things you’re insecure about. But he proves you so wrong.

Every bump, scar and roll is beautiful to him and all yours. He would kiss every inch of your skin if he wanted to.

The consequences of living with someone that owns a tattoo machine is probably ending with a tattoo on your bum, but see the positive side, now Bill gets to bite that cute heart he tattooed on your cheek everytime you lay on your stomach.

He likes seing the results after sex. The kiss marks you’ve left on him, the scratches he put on your hips, the reddened spots on his, et cetera.

Eye contact is so important during the act, with just a look he shares so many emotions with you.

He also loves just putting your foreheads together as he thrusts in, enjoying how close you are to him.

Mornings with Bill

When Bill’s feeling needy in the morning he likes to come behind you and wrap his arms around your waist as you prepare breakfast. He starts off innocently, with little kisses on your nape and nibbling at your earlobe. Til his tattooed hand wanders down and starts teasing you through your underwear. (Or directly, if you enjoy wandering free) Meanwhile, his free hand may stay still on your waist, or travel to your breasts and massage them, or even caress your hair.

His excuse is that there is nothing better to start the day than a morning orgasm.

Your poor kitchen counter has witnessed pure filth.

Having windows all around the house can be quite an inconvenience though. You guys accidentally scarred the gardener who just tried to do his job in peace.

You were both butt naked, Bill hammering into you, on leg on his shoulder and one wrapping around his hips as you hold yourself up with your elbows on the hard surface (ouch). Your poor gardener just wanted to trim the bushes by the kitchen and not get a free show.

Some mornings are quieter. Spent under your silk sheets sharing kisses and giggles as Bill’s tattooed hand grops your ass as you bounce up and down his cock.

You attacking his neck with nibbles and kisses. Sucking on it and leaving red and purple blemishes just like when you were teenagers in heat.

You might get interrupted by your dogs ngl.

When he takes the lead

I haven’t written much dom Bill so I’ll offer some:

He has said he enjoys a challenge so I can very much see him enjoying when you play hard to get. Be bratty. Tease him, work him up then act like you didn’t do anything, like you don’t need “it”.

Remember, no matter what he does to you, you can get your revenge later on. The dynamic is fun.

Bill won’t take you from behind often, but when he’s fed up with your bratty attitude he will slam your chest into the mattress and pound into you til you see stars and all you can hear is the pleasing sounds of his hips slamming against your ass, while he groans in pleasure.

Occasionally glancing at the little heart he marked on you forever, it makes him smile. It’s like he’s marked you as his, in a very Bill Kaulitz way.

Do it in front of a mirror, you won’t regret.

He looks like a god. Sweaty and thrusting harshly into you, chest and stomach contracting from the pleasure, his shortness of breath. How he bites his pierced bottom lip trying to hold back the lewd sounds he’s so embarrassed about.

Oh and when he cums. How he throws his head back, golden locks falling into place. How can a man be so stunning you wonder.

It’s a treat for him too, seeing your fucked out expression. You look so damn cute all flustered. Who knew the one to rearrange his guts and call him a good boy could look so cute.

Teary eyes, red cheeks and a beautiful face of pleasure. He will fuck you til your lips form a perfect O.

He likes to run his nails down your spine.

Just imagine how his long coffin nails feel when you’re so wrecked a feather light touch makes you quiver.

Toys

He very much enjoys pounding into you on your side while he holds your mighty lovense wand against your clit.

Speaking of lovense wands, gosh how he enjoys handcuffing you to the bed and trying new vibrators and dildos on you.

He’ll slowly kiss you, whisper sweet words into your ear as he ravages you with your new pretty pink rabbit vibrator.

Has you between his legs, boner pressed to your back as you come once and once again from your new sparkly glass dildo and his fingers pressed to your bud.

You know the lovense wand I mentioned, use it on him too. Tease his balls with it and slowly turn up the intensity as you move up his shaft.

Bill just looks so cute quivering under your control.

He’s usually the one in sex-toy cleaning duty.

Extras

Dating Bill Kaulitz means you have your own boudoir photographer.

You just look so sexy in your strappy lingerie, he wants to immortalize the moment.

Bill will keep some little polaroids in his wallet. It’s like his dirty little secret.

Sexting plays a big part of your relationship, as with work you’re both travelling constantly.

You like to tease him with bratty messages and photos while he’s working in Germany. He actually had to excuse himself from the set of The Voice once in order to deal with the “little problem” you gave him.

Having mutual masturbation calls, imagining you’re with him.

Gosh imagine that reunion sex when you’re away for a long time.

Imagine waking up next to him every morning..

[tonixe]

★ Headcannons Bill with reader who a rapper☆

n.o.t.e.s - BILL IS SO MAJESTIC AND GORGEOUS AND SO HOT AND SO WONDERFUL AND AND SOO FUCKING COOL AND SEXY, LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. - also I wonder how different it would sound if there was rapper in the group.

w.a.r.n - fluff, imagines and me being a fan girl.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Bill kaulitz x fem!reader

w.c - 473

★ Being the rapper of the group, you have a jam session with Bill. Since you need your rhymes to sync with his lyrics, sometimes even when Tom is around, he started beatboxing and you would rap your lyrics out.

☆ You would suffer some backlash only because a) you're a girl and b) you're a woman. The fan's girls would go wild on you, like fr they would first hate you, but I see them warming up.

★ Your style would probably have the mix of Tom and Bill style together, Like definitely a snapback, oversized shirt or some bodysuit, cyber glasses, and some slap-bracelets or bead bracelets. -and just for some pizzazz a puffer jacket.

☆ -And with the crazy fan thing. Imagine you performing your stuff, and like you're in your vibe, your zone. And next thing you know you got hit with something by one of the fans in the crowd, like their phone, and ur just bleeding from your nose. And Bill just immediately rushed to you and like trying to help you out, while on stage.

★ let's just say, the fan who did. Got blacklisted.

☆ but lucky you got to finish your lyrics.

★ Imagine doing an interview with the rest of the band, and you're sitting next to Bill. After the simples question get asked like 'What do you do in your free time' or like 'favorite thing to do', and then you get asked the question, "Are you and Bill dating" your face gets red, and you just turn to Bill, who like too stunned to speak, and just blushing.

☆ lowkey, awkward and embarrassing but cute at the same timee.

★ Imagine being in the recording studio with bill, and your having a hard time writing a rhyme or like bar, and he start beatboxing, to trying to make a beat for you, but overall likes makes the both of you laugh.

☆ Bill loves the way you make bars like rhymes in your mind, he thinks there cool that out of nowhere you just start writing things down from rhyming and sounding out words.

★ Imagine, like coming up with a lyrics and you started like saying it, but it's like super fast like rap god fast, I just see bill sitting there with a smile just blinking at you and clapping from how good it was.

☆ ngl if you rap like fast in German, I feel it would sound crazy like demonic crazy.

★ He likes it when your bar goes with the rhythm of the song and it all just comes together, but it likes acapella too.

☆ definitely likes your flow and style.

★ He finds it entertaining when you rhyme two drastically different thing together and some how make it sound good, like rock and pillow

[shinyrhinestones]

Okay i might have a Bill fic done but i don’t know if i should post it guys bc i feel a little weird about it

[babyisa1]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ party in the maldives/ TOM

warnings: alcohol, slightly smutty towards the end, pretty funny/fluffy, swearing

1:45am

you heard the waves clashing in the backround along with a warm breeze flowing in your faces as you locked hands with tom, walking towards the open bar on the beach. your heels click on the wooden path as you near it, tom sending you a quick smile as the booming of the music gets louder.

„LETS GET THIS FUCKING PARTY STARTED!!“ bill shouts, pushing between you and tom and sprinting towards the bar, bombarding the barman with different drink orders. the poor guy barely understood english, let alone english with a thick german accent.

„fucking hell, someones excited“ tom laughs, turning around to see georg and gustav chuckling aswell. you smile, grabbing toms hand again as you enter the bar, thankfully not that crowded. you could feel the beats of the music through your feet as you walk up to the bar to order some drinks. „a line of the strongest shots you have please“ you state, smiling brightly at the barman who sends you a wink before bending down and rummaging through the storage under the top.

„i dont feel like shots baby..“ tom mentions, „we dont either, well have a beer“ georg and gustav agree, you look at them with your eyebrows furrowed. „um, these are all for me, idiots“ you scoff, turning back around to the bar and seeing the colourful shots perfectly lined up on a palm tree decorated board.

you throw your head back, downing the shots while you feel the hot alcohol burn as it trickled down your throat. it was a good burn though, which powered you to finish them all. „holy shit are you insane? im the one thats going to have to deal with your drunk ass later!“ tom remarks, his eyes widened. you laugh, already starting to feel your body buzzing as you walk away from the bar to find bill.

your jaw almost unhinges from your face as you spot bill making out with a girl in the corner, his hands feeling up her body as they basically ate each others faces off. you giggle, feeling proud of bill as he usually was super shy, a total softie. you strut towards the dance floor, loosening up as you begin to sway your hips to the beat.

half an hour later

your dancing was sensual and in control in the beginning, but now the amount of shots you took earlier hit you like a truck. not to mention the few cocktails you had in between. you stumbled slightly through the club, looking for tom as he didnt join you to dance. a bright smile tugs on your face when you spot him just outside, smoking a cigarette as he takes in the beach view.

even though you were absolutely plastered, you couldnt ignore his beauty. the sky was pricked with stars, and the warm salty breeze from the ocean softly blew into toms face. he didnt seem drunk though, maybe a little tipsy as he knew he had to be somewhat sober to take care of you.

„tommmm where wherw yu i missd youu“ you slurred, tripping over your heels as tom swiftly caught you in his arms, dropping his cigarette. „god youre so drunk.. are you okay? do you have to puke?“ tom asks lovingly, putting the cigarette out with his shoe.

„noo *hiccup* .. im finee lets go for a walk!“ you exclaim, grabbing toms hand as you throw your heels off and run on the sand. you and tom laugh loudly as you both run across the beach, it was like no one else existed and you two were in your own little bubble. you accidentally step on your long flowy dress, causing you to faceplant on the sand as you take tom down with you.

you two groan slightly in pain, but after a few moments of silence you burst into laughter. „i bet your heavy ass broke a couple of my ribs“ you laugh, tom now laying flat on his back on the warm sand as you both face the sky. the laughing dies down after a while, as toms takes your hand into his and softly grazes his thumb across it.

„the view is gorgeous..“ you sigh out, mesmerised by the sparkly stars above you both. „it sure is“ tom replies, before you turn your head towards him. he was staring at you the whole time, causing your face to flush bright red.

it was special moments like this when you realized how deep your love and connection for eachother was. it was unconditional. he gazed at you which so much love, you swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

the faded beat of the music still played in the backround, causing you to snap out of you trance and lift yourself on your feet, your head pounding slightly as you were still drunk. you strip yourself completely naked before running towards the water. „join me tom, dont be a pussy!“ your shout, giggling. tom gasps, whipping his head to the bar (to see if anyone was looking) so fast he almost got whiplash. he hesitated a bit, before mumbling under his breath; „god- fuck it“

he quickly took his clothes off, running towards you as the cold water made him shiver. you both were now chest deep in the water, and tom pulls you into a hug to keep warm. with your chest flush against his, you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling. you begin to plant soft open mouthed kisses on his neck, causing him to relax at your touch. „mm..“ you hum in between kisses; „your so fucking hot..“ you breath out, grabbing his hand and pulling it underwater to feel how wet you are.

he groans lowly in satisfaction, before quickly coming to his senses. „we cant baby.. not here and not with you like this..“ he whispers, referring to your drunken state. you ignore him, smirking playfully as you find his sweet spot, just below his ear. his chest heaves up and down heavily, as your hand trails along his toned abdomen, towards his heat. „shit.. youre driving me insane y/n“ he breaths out, almost giving in when he takes you by surprise and picks you up, bridal style. he walks you both over the your pile of clothes in the sand as you whine out of disapointment.

just as you both were about to get dressed, you hear distant screaming coming from the bar. both your heads shoot up, witnessing bill and the rest of the band with total shock on their faces.

„WHAT THE FUCK-" gustav exclaims, his hand flying to his mouth. georg bursted out into laughter, and bill cant believe his eyes. „woahhh i don’t remember drinking that much.. is that tom and y/n butt naked over there?“ bill asks in confusion, rubbing his eyes.

„oh theyre real alright!“ georg blurts out between laughs, holding his cramping stomach.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

this wasnt proof read so i apologize if its shit, but i rlly liked the idea of this oneshot :) hope you all enjoyed!

[xxzlushiez]

2023 bill >>

Photos from @billkaulitz on insta