#gustav schäfer x male reader

[20doozers]

Heeeyyy:)

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

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

I hope you like my idea🙃

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tags: @itsmealaiahh @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @cherry-rawr @d0wn-in-the-morgue @billskeis and @divinelolita again cuz why not?

[divinelolita]

heyy😘

i feel like you've done this before but its worth a shot😞

could you do jealousy headcannons with the whole band of tokio hotel🤞🏾(separately of course) with a little nsfw thrown in please(all of them topping idrc if they're dom top or sub top)

thank you smmm i love your writing like fr your keeping my writing alive😭 if u alr did this just straight up ignore it😌

JEALOUS BAND X GN READER

AGGHHH I LOVE U 👹! i’ve been so confused cuz normally I'd have so many ideas but I was absolutely stuck recently💀 sorry if it's not good I'm better at writing dom reader..

(contains some nsfw themes so if you don't like that please don't read!!!)

BILL:

・He doesn't get jealous easily, but you make him crazy, bae.

・Y'all r probably at a club or something when it happens.

・If you flirted with someone/touched their arm or hand he would just look from afar, thinking about what he was gonna do with you.

・He'd get so caught up in his daydreaming that he feels himself grow hotter and more desperate for you.

・He eventually goes up to you and pulls you to the car

・While he's driving he holds your thigh in his hand, rubbing little circles into the side with his thumb.

・Remind you that you are his and his only 😍.

・When y'all get out of the car he can't keep his hands off you, roaming all over your body as he pulls you close.

・If y'all have sex he'd make you scream his name, again reminding you that you are his and he can pleasure you better than anyone 😋.

・It's getting a lil cringey and serious bro I'm not used to this-

"Good boy/girl. Doing so well."

"So pretty, so good for me.."

・Jealously ends soon after, he knows you love him as he does for you!

TOM:

・Unlike Bill, I feel like he'd get very jealous.

・Only watches you for a second before going up to you, holding a hand around your waist as he sees who your talking to.

・Makes sure to call you 'babe' and 'darling' so the person knows your taken 🤷🏻.

・You feel him occasionally grab your thigh, his hand trailing closer to your inner thigh-

・If you swat his hand away his grip only tightens.

・He eventually pulls you to the car, and baby he's going wild.

・Brings you into a fierce kiss, your lips nearly getting cut.

・Roams his hands up your shirt, fingers going down your sides and waist. 🤭

・Tbh he's so horny rn y'all def have car sex.

・If your into it he probably spanks you..

I'M CACKLING HELP LMFAO

・If you thought Bill was rough your in for something with Tom.

・Bitch has no mercy

・Probably overstimulates you too....

GEORG:

・Actually hides being jealous pretty well, but he can't always help it.

・He feels his stomach get knotted if he sees you talk/act in a flirty way with someone else.

・Tries to ignore it, reminding himself that you love him and you wouldn't do anything weird.

・If the other preon touches you, though, he's right beside you.

・He keeps a hand at the back of your neck, digging his fingers in it gently.

・Doesn't bother taking you to the car, y'all go to a bathroom.

・Throws you in the stall as he locks it behind him.

・Shushes you if you try to make excuses.

・Keeps his hand at the back of your neckbas he kisses you, his other hand having a firm grip on your thigh.

・His kisses trail down to your jaw, then neck, and all the way down...

・He edges you until your crying, man.

"You can take a little more, right.?"

・He shushes you if your too loud (due to being in the bathroom) but he can't help but grin whenever you moan out his name.

GUSTAV:

・Not the jealous type at all, nope.

・There's only so much a boy can take, though.

・Bites the inside of his cheek as he glares at you.

・Watches the way you act, if your with someone else he makesbsure to also watch their movements.

・If they get too close to you he feels like he got the air sucked outta him.

・Doesn't stop you from talking unless the other person gets a little too comfortable.

・Afterwards, in the car, he'd ask a few questions about this person.

・Raises an eyebrow at you if you lie or don't explain.

・If anything he's a soft dom 🤷🏻

・Holds your hands over your head while having sex.

・Leaves kisses and hickeys all over your neck and chest, nipping at the sensitive skin.

"You're so perfect... so sweet."

・Praises you like there's no tomorrow.

[rvzcvx]

I see your post we're you bored and idk what to write so another Idea :

Can you do Tom x(dom) m! Reader or non-gendered is not important (I prefer x m! Reader because I'm a guy obviously )During the 14th of July and we arrive in the evening at the time of the fireworks and Tom is really scared about firework (IDK LMAO, no judgment.) and reader tries to reassure him Fluff and maybe bonus where reader and Tom had sex because Tom can't calm down! As you wish

BYEE,LOVE YOU 💋

ANXIETY

pairing: tom kaulitz x male reader

warnings: smut

a/n: idk if thats what you meant, but i hope youre gonna like it!! its kinda long but I hope it will be a good to read!! you can send me more requests if you want me to write something

As the sun dipped below the horizon, we were walking through the crowded streets of Paris, my heart racing in anticipation of the evening ahead. Tom and I had planned this trip months ago, carefully timing our visit to make it in time with bastille day. But as we made our way towards the seine, where the crowd had gathered, Tom's grip on my hand tightened, and I could sense his growing unease.

We arrived at a place near the eiffel tower. People were everywhere, their excitement palpable. Tom's eyes darted around nervously, his usual confident demeanor replaced by an nervous tension. I squeezed his hand gently, hoping to provide some reassurance.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice low enough to be lost in the crowd. Tom forced a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed. I forgot how crowded it gets here."

I knew it was more than the crowd. Tom had never been comfortable around fireworks. The loud, unexpected bursts and the lingering booms always seemed to unsettle him. It was something he rarely admitted, but tonight, as the first rocket flew into the sky, I saw him flinch.

"It's gonna be fine" I whispered, pulling him closer. "We'll stay back here, away from the thick of it."

He nodded, but his body remained tense. The fireworks began in earnest, vibrant explosions of color and light that painted the night sky. Each burst was met with oohs and aahs from the crowd, but Tom's reaction was a stark contrast. His jaw clenched tighter with each boom, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block out the noise.

"Hey" I said softly, turning to face him and gently cupping his face in my hands. "Look at me, not at the fireworks." Tom's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. "I'm trying" he muttered, his voice strained.

"Focus on my voice, on my touch." I ran my thumb soothingly over his cheek. "You’re safe. We’re safe."

He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he concentrated on me. "Thanks" he said, his voice barely audible over the people around us.

I kept talking, sharing random stories and memories, anything to distract him from the noise. Gradually, his breathing steadied, and some of the tension got off him. As the grand finale approached, the fireworks intensified, the sky a chaotic symphony of light and sound. Tom winced, but he didn't look away from me.

When the last firework faded, I could see the relief on his face. "Let's get out of here" I suggested, threading my fingers through his.

We walked back to our hotel, the cool night air a welcome change from the crowded riverbank. Tom was quieter than usual, his earlier anxiety still lingering. Once we were inside our room, I closed the door behind us and turned to him.

"Sorry I wasn't much fun tonigh" he said, flopping onto the couch. "Don't apologize" I replied, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his leg. "I knew fireworks weren't your thing. I just wanted to be with you."

He gave me a grateful look. "You always know how to make me feel better."

I leaned in and kissed him gently, letting my lips linger on his. He responded eagerly, his hands finding their way to my waist, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, all the stress and tension melted away.

"I don't know what I'd do without you" Tom murmured against my lips. "You don't have to find out" I whispered back. "I'm not going anywhere."

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. Eventually, Tom pulled away slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Can we just stay here tonight? Just us?"

"Of course" I said, brushing his thick dreads from his face. "We can do whatever you want."

He smiled, a real smile this time, and pulled me down onto the bed with him. We lay there, holding each other, the faint sounds of the city outside a distant hum. Tom's breathing slowed, his body relaxing completely for the first time that evening.

"I love you" he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you too" I replied, kissing his forehead.

We lay there in comfortable silence, enjoying the peace of the moment. The anxiety from earlier seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. Tom's hand found mine, our fingers intertwining as we simply enjoyed being together.

After a while, I felt Tom's lips on my neck, his breath warm against my skin. "You make everything better" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I shivered at his touch, my body responding instinctively. "I try" I said with a smile, turning to capture his lips with mine.

We kissed slowly, savoring each moment, the tension from earlier completely forgotten. Our hands roamed over each other, exploring familiar territory with renewed intensity. Tom's touch was both soothing and electrifying, a combination that never failed to drive me wild.

As things heated up, I felt the urgent need to be even closer to him. We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies responding to each other's every move. The connection between us was intense, fueled by the events of the evening and the deep love we shared.

Eventually, we paused, breathless and flushed, our foreheads pressed together. "Let's take this to the bedroom" Tom suggested, his eyes dark with desire.

I nodded, my heart racing in anticipation. We stood up, still wrapped around each other, and made our way to the bedroom. I pushed open the bedroom door, my heart racing with anticipation.

I laid him gently on the bed, placing my weight on his body. "You're so beautiful" I murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He responded eagerly, his arms winding around my neck as he deepened the kiss.

I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down his jaw and neck, peppering him with kisses as I went. He tilted his head back, giving me better access, and I couldn't help but grin at his eagerness. "You like that?" I asked, my breath hot against his skin.

"Yes" he moaned, his voice ragged with desire. "Don't stop."

I continued my assault on his neck, my hands roaming over his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath my fingertips. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against my thigh, and I knew that it was time to take things to the next level.

I pulled back, my eyes meeting his, and I saw the hunger and need in them. I reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, exposing his toned, muscular chest. I couldn't help but let out a low whistle as I took in the sight of him.

"Fuck, you're so hot" I said, my voice filled with awe.

He blushed at the compliment, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes. I leaned down, capturing one of his nipples in my mouth and sucking hard. He cried out, his back arching off the bed as I teased and tormented him with my tongue and teeth.

I moved my attention to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment, and he moaned and writhed beneath me. I could feel his cock leaking precum, and I knew that he was just as turned on as I was.

I stood up, my eyes never leaving his, and stripped off my own clothes. He watched me, his eyes dark with desire, as I revealed my own hard, throbbing cock. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs, and I leaned down to capture his lips in another searing kiss.

I reached down, wrapping my hand around both of our cocks, and I began to stroke them together. He moaned into my mouth, his hips bucking up to meet my movements. I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down his chest and stomach as I made my way to his cock.

I wrapped my lips around the head, swirling my tongue around it, and he cried out, his hands fisting in my hair as he held me in place. I took him deeper into my mouth, my throat working as I swallowed him down.

He was moaning and thrashing beneath me, his hips bucking up as I sucked and licked at his cock. I could feel my own orgasm building, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

I pulled off his cock with a pop, my lips wet and swollen from his abuse. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust and desire, and I saw the same need reflected back at me in his gaze.

"I need you inside me" he gasped, his voice desperate.

I nodded, reaching for the lube and condom that I had stashed in the bedside table. I quickly sheathed myself and slicked up my cock, my eyes never leaving his.

I positioned myself at his entrance, my cock throbbing with need. I looked up at him, seeking his permission, and he nodded, his eyes filled with trust and desire.

I pushed inside him, my cock sliding in easily, and he cried out, his hands reaching up to grip my shoulders as I filled him up. I began to move, my hips pistoning as I drove into him again and again.

He was moaning and writhing beneath me, his cock hard and leaking as I fucked him. I leaned down, capturing his lips in another kiss as I continued to thrust into him.

"You feel so good" I murmured, breaking the kiss. "So tight and hot."

"Yes" he moaned, his hips meeting my thrusts. "Harder, m/n. Please."

I increased my pace, my hips moving faster and faster as I drove into him. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight against my body.

"I'm close" I gasped, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Me too" he moaned, his nails digging into my shoulders.

I reached down, wrapping my hand around his cock, and I began to stroke him in time with my thrusts. He cried out, his back arching off the bed as he came, his cum spurting out in hot, sticky ropes.

The sight of him coming, of his body trembling and writhing beneath me, was enough to send me over the edge. I groaned, my cock twitching as I came, filling the condom with my hot, sticky load.

I collapsed on top of him, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I took off the used condom and threw it somewhere, wrapping my arms around him too.

"I love you Tom" I said, resting my head in the crook of his neck. "I love you too" I heard him say and I smiled, feeling myself fall asleep after a while.

[itzmaztercom]

WHO YOU FAVORITE MEMBER?i Hope no everybody gonna Say Tom🙏😭apparently back then every member had they're group of fans and all,so..which group you are?

[itsmealaiah]

"Nights in"

TW: anal sex, profanity, cockwarming (somewhat), soft sex, bottom! reader, sleepy sex, size kink (sort of 🤗)

Request: Gustav and (m!reader) gentle sex after a long day of concerts and interviews, like gentle almost sleepy sex that’s more like cuddling and cockwarming

Do not interact, read, or view if you under fifteen, please.

"Gusti, let me sleepp" you whine tiredly, trying to snuggle back into the covers. Gustav was trying to get you out however, since he was wide awake and also horny. "Baby, c'mon, just one round"

"fine" you murmur. "Just one" Gustav grins, his hands making their way underneath your shirt, slowly slipping it off your head. Soon after, his hands were on your sleep shorts, sliding them off of your legs and tossing them to the side.

Once the undressing was done, he grabbed the lube and a condom, sliding the rubber on and then slicking himself with the liquid, putting some on you as well. "that's cold" you shiver. "It'll be warm in a second" Gustav whispers in your ear, inching himself inside of you, attempting to break past the tight rim of muscles. You whine, feeling a rush of blood in your groin, making it rise just a bit. Gustav's lips were on your neck as he thrust into you softly but deeply, moving around and arching his position to find your spot.

You tilted your head back, your eyes hooded with pleasure and desire, a small whimper escaping you. "you're doing so good" he caressed your hips softly, and you jolted when he reached your spot. "r-right there" you whispered, wrapping a leg around his waist, trying to guide him deeper. "Right here?" Gustav responded, hitting your spot yet again. "ye-yes" you moaned.

He continued to hit your prostate, one of his hands leaving your hips and stroking your cock slowly, spreading the pre-cum that was streaming down. "So cute" he smiled, continuing to stroke you, occasionally fondling your balls and rolling them between his fingers, which made your eyes roll back.

"Oh you like that, do you?" He teased, feeling them shrink in his hand, a sign you were close. "You gonna come?" You nodded, feeling the white-hot bliss building up, your cock twitching, and with one final thrust to your prostate, you came in his hand, your vision going blurry for a few seconds as he helped you ride out your high.

"I knew you weren't tired enough for one" He chuckled, letting go of your dick and lying on his side, spooning you. He didn't seem very intent on pulling out, but you didn't mind. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. "thank you" he murmured, lovingly kissing your head. You nodded, and you fell asleep in his arms. "My cute little baby"

[billluver0124]

"once more to see you.."

Narrators POV:

Imagine being who you are and being open about it. Having pride in who you've become when you entered this world and not living in fear. Sounds great right? I wonder what it's like too.

I hope you are brave enough to be who you are and love whoever the hell you want. Since I couldn't, being afraid made me lose the only person that could fill the empty void I had for so long. That void becomes bigger and bigger everyday. I'm losing hope for love.

It all started back in 2007...

"fuck.." he moaned out, the feeling of y/n grinding his neediness on Bill's lap was driving him nuts. He pulls y/n in, entrapping them in a wet passionate kiss. But this little make out was cut short with the sound of Bill's mother coming home.

"s-shit!" he muttered, pushing y/n to leave Bill's room through the windows, So his mom wouldn't see y/n. So no one would see him. So no one would see two boys making out; two boys in love.

This whole thing had been happening for months now, y/n and bill would meet up somewhere private and be themselves with each other, hold each other, kiss each other. But it all had to stay private because the world can't handle something like that. Two people of the same gender, being in love.

Especially not for Bill, he had a reputation to uphold. Being a musician has its pros, but with every pro comes double the cons. One wrong move and his entire career is over, it's like one long excruciating game of poker. But instead of gambling money, you're gambling your entire life. He's gotta play the cards right to stay in the game, if not, he could lose everything. But he's not gay...y/n and him are just friends...right?

The next day they met up again,what's so special about that? they do it every day, kiss, hug, make out? but this time was different, y/n just had to say what was on his mind today...the last time Bill would ever speak to y/n ever again.

"what is this?" he blurted out, holding it in was eating him alive. "what're you talking about?" asked Bill, his confused eyebrow making an appearance. "this..us..why are we still hiding?" y/n spoke, his eyes pleading for Bill to answer. "we're not hiding from anything..we're friends, just hanging out y'know?" y/n's stomach dropped to his ass. Just friends..? "friends don't do the things we do Bill.." "well we aren't together..I'm not gay y/n you know that." Hearing Bill say those words triggered tears in y/n's eyes. "so I don't mean anything to you..? at all?" Bill started to get annoyed now "what the hell are you even talking about?" "Bill, you told me you loved me..we've kissed, made out, we've cuddled..I even trusted you so much I let you touch my body bare..naked. That means nothing to you?"

"It's just something me and you do..it's a casual thing we do." Broken glass, the sound similar to y/n's own heart breaking by Bill's words. the sound of broken glass.

"why are you so afraid?" "what?" Bill was caught off guard by y/n's question. "why are you so afraid of this..of us?" he asked, "we could run away to a place where we don't have to hide anymore Bill..go on walks in the cities together..not having to hide anymore. I'm tired of hiding Bill." Bill started to become really annoyed, "dude I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but I'm not gay, we aren't together and the things we do are just casual things..we aren't in love y/n." he said those words so carelessly, like it doesn't have an impact on y/n's feelings. y/n stood there trying so hard to keep the tears back. "my career and reputation is more important than this..than you."

then he just couldn't hold it back anymore. the tears just started falling. "if that hurts your feelings, then go." y/n didn't say anything back, he just turned around and went back home.

Bill didn't mean anything he said, but he just can't admit who he really is. He's afraid..

It had now been one week since the fight. Y/n hadn't showed up to school..matter of fact he hasn't shown up anywhere. Bill was becoming worried. After all, he still cared about y/n. After school, Bill walked to y/n's house. Hoping to see him again and fix everything, resolve everything. But that hope was cut short almost immediately. "y/n passed away a few nights ago.." Y/n's mother said. "w-what..?" Bill felt his whole world collapse, this cant be true. "yeah, he committed suicide..I'm sorry." "n-no its okay! I'm so sorry you lost your son. I wish you well" That was the last thing Bill said to y/n's mother. He ended up not sleeping that night. He now has to live his life without y/n, without the love of his life; the person he was so afraid of loving.

It has now been seventeen years since y/n passed, everyone has moved on. maybe even forgot about him, but not Bill. He gives with a sense of pure guilt for the rest of his life. "hey y/n, it's me Bill!..the band has been super successful and we've gone on so many tours sometimes I wish I had a break..y'know, a break with you." Bill laid a bouquet of flowers on the grave, hoping y/n would accept the flowers in the afterlife.

Bills POV:

"I'm so sorry..." I sobbed as the tears flew from my eyes, If only I wasn't such a fucking coward. he would still be here, we could've had a life together; a really good life together, but I didn't want it. Because I was afraid of what everyone else would think of me. If only I was proud of who I was, just like y/n was. If only I told him my true feelings that night and not what I needed to tell myself in order to feel "normal". Then he would still be here..

I would see him one more time.

AUTHORS NOTE: hey guys! I've been on a break but I've decided to come back! I might not post as often as I used to because I've been working on small little film projects here and there, but I will be posting again! I know this one is not good Im a little rusty. But I hope y'all enjoy!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Tokio Hotel Masterlist

Bill Kaulitz

Would You Marry Me?

Bill Kaulitz x Clingy!Reader

Tired!Reader

The Bathroom Floor

Three Years Behind

Five More Minutes

LoverMan

Trust The Process

Five More Minutes

Catching Up - Three Years Behind Part 2

McDonalds Date Night

Bill Kaulitz's Insomniac Son

Done No Wrong

Grab Ass

Dance Mom!Bill

EastSide

Flower Crowns

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Dance Mom Bill

Princess Treatment

Nothing Wrong With Love

Mini Thems

Being Bill Kaulitz's Wife

Late Night Cook

Leaving The Nest

Teenage Dream

Seven

Small!Chested!Reader

Figure!Skater!Kid

Teenage Star

Reader Picking At Their Hands

Drunk And Sober Mistakes

Star Of The Live

Sick!Bill Kaulitz

Twin Dad

Dance!Mom!Bill Kaulitz

Dance!Mom!Bill And Tom Kaulitz

Prom Mishaps

Sibling Duty

Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz x Reader With Daddy Issues

Tired!Reader

Tom Kaulitz x Polish!Male!Reader

Boo!

LoverMan

Smitten!2003!Tom Kaulitz

Italian!Reader

Done No Wrong

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Latina!Reader

Dancer!Reader

Mini Thems

French!Reader

Dates With Tom Kaulitz

Hate vs. Tom Kaulitz

His Kid Ends Up Pregnant

Teen Parenthood

Catching His Daughter Drunk

Dance!Moms!Tom and Bill Kaulitz

Turkish!Reader

Prom Mishaps

Sibling Duty

Georg Listing

Tired!Reader

LoverMan

Done No Wrong

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Hand Obsession

Teen Parents

Turkish!Reader

Body!Builder!Reader

Gustav Schäfer

Male!Reader Caught Checking Out A Guy

Tired!Reader

LoverMan

Lip Gloss to Hickies

Done No Wrong

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Alt!Reader

[b3rrybvnnie]

the rage i feel when straight ppl use a song meant for people who r queer is so huge nothing can top it

this one thing we have to feel some sort of happiness that we can finally relate 2 and you just take it ? omg .

there r so so so many songs for you , please let us have this moment , just this one moment .

[colbyskies]

Situationship

Tom Kaulitz x Male!Reader 8.1k Words Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would. 

“Tell me about your day, baby,” M/n says, kneeling on the floor while unzipping Tom’s pants. M/n knows exactly how his day went, a busy day full of photoshoots and interviews. Annoying interviewers breathing down their necks and asking personal questions about their love lives or personal health. Thankfully, it is the band’s last busy day for a week, a vacation long overdue for the teens. 

Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would. 

Is it something either of them wanted? Yes, but in this way? No. What they both want is need, want, support, desire, affection, something they can come back to at night, but they only bargained a couple of their chips. Leaving them as friends with benefits, a label they never put to their casual dance, but something they both know to be true.

Tom’s back is against the now locked door to his bedroom in the band’s shared house, M/n on his knees in front of him. The sudden contact of M/n's cold hand on his hard cock elicits a sharp moan from the guitarist as he thrusts his hips into the others hand. 

“Photoshoots…ahh..” Tom groans as M/n takes him whole, swallowing his cock down his throat. “I…Interviews..” He manages to stutter out over the immense pleasure on his lower half. God he needs this, he needs the feeling of M/n’s warm mouth on the tip of his cock, taking him further with each suck. The cold feeling of his tongue piercing brushing along a vein on his dick and swirling his tip, teasing his slit every so often. M/n sucks him so well, hallowing his cheeks going down with an open throat and sucking as he pulls back. 

His hands dig into M/n’s hair, pulling him off his dick and bringing his face to his. “Kiss me,” Tom whispers against M/n’s lips. The other complies, kissing him hard, pushing him further against the door—trapping him. With his hands on either side of Tom’s head, he lets one of them trail down Tom’s waist until he reaches the end of his oversized shirt. He pulls eagerly, raising it to let his hand rest on Tom’s toned stomach. The sensation dragging another muffled moan from the back of Tom's throat. 

Tom helps him and pulls the rest of his shirt off, leaving his upper body exposed to the cool elements causing him to shiver. M/n drags him away from the wall and pushes him into the bed, Tom gasps as his back hits the mattress. Something he is very used to by now. Always being thrown around the bedroom by M/n, sometimes throwing him around himself but not usually. M/n takes on more of an authoritative role and he knows for a fact that if that got to the rest of the band, they would make his life a living hell.

If Tom is being honest, sometimes he wants what's going on between the two of them to be heard. He wants everyone to know what they’re doing, what M/n is doing to him more specifically. It pains him to know that M/n can’t be his. At least not in the way he truly wants. 

M/n undresses the rest of his body slowly, like he always does. He says he’s savouring every bit—wanting it to last. Tom loves it. He loves the attention M/n gives him as he kisses down his body, sticking to certain sides or certain pressure points M/n has learned. 

His teeth graze over Tom’s body causing him to shudder, his breathing quickly becoming erratic. The crook of Tom’s neck has grown all too familiar with M/n’s soft touch. M/n doesn’t know if he wants to devour every part of him or worship his beautiful body, all he does know is that it’s his name he wants Tom to scream out. 

So he trails further. 

“You’re so beautiful, Tom.” M/n mumbles kissing his chest. God, the way he says his name makes his heart beat a hundred miles per second. His breathing almost in time with that. All he wants is M/n—in any way the other will serve. 

“Every piece of you is gorgeous.” He kisses his stomach this time, eliciting a moan from the guitarist. Every touch sends him into a spiral, wanting more. He’s never known such hunger before he and M/n drunkenly had sex for the first time. It sent him into oblivion. Loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around his body, his cock inside of him, his breath against his neck, just the thought of their first night together gets him hard. 

Tom hears the lube bottle opening before he feels a cold finger pressing against him. Instinctively, he spreads his legs to give M/n more space. M/n has a ritual it seems, with the way he pulls Tom under his current, ripping him out to sea with pleasure. It’s always the same routine, circling him before he pushes in a finger, waiting until Tom is a moaning and whimpering mess, begging him for more. Only then will he add the next finger, it’s in those moments where Tom hates that he’s a boy. If he was a girl this would be far quicker, he’d be able to feel M/n’s cock brushing against his prostate in a more timely manner. 

M/n has explained to him many times why he likes to drag out stretching him, “It makes your orgasm better,” Tom can’t deny it, but God does he hate it. 

While Tom is daydreaming, M/n removes his clothes and soon after the third finger is added he presses himself into Tom.

Tom looks up at M/n his eyes half-lidded as he breathes himself away from the edge, pulling away from the very thing he desires. M/n feels so good inside him, the way his cock twitches ever so slightly with each small movement. “Move.” Tom whispers, wrapping his legs around M/n’s waist and pulling him closer to him. His arms are wrapped around his neck pulling him into his chest, needing him closer.

M/n starts out slow this time, pushing in and out of Tom with no rhythm in mind, building a pace as he goes. Every time they have sex it’s different, sometimes it starts out fast, desperate, needy. Other times it’s slow, painfully so. A pace perfect when dragging out small whines from Tom, a pace that makes him desperate. Then other times it starts out slow but quickly builds into a fast pace, holding them both above the edge for only minutes before allowing them both to fall over. 

That’s how it is now. M/n using Tom to bring them both to the edge, quickly. The pace is almost excruciating. Tom calls out M/n’s name, his heart rate pounding strongly against his ribs. Just for a second Tom wonders if the others can hear them, if they can hear the moans coming from both of them, the way the bed hits the wall every other thrust, or the whimpers as Tom begs M/n to go faster. 

“Please.. M/n…Fuck God..Im so close..” Tom whimpers, digging his nails into M/n back, dragging them from his shoulders to his waist. They both said not to mark each other, but after the second time they couldn’t hold back from bruising the other. 

His dreads are damp from the combined sweat forming around the two of them. “Me too baby, god you're so perfect, so good for me.” Tom whines at the praise, pulling M/n closer to him causing the other to adjust slightly. The change making M/n hit his prostate with every thrust. 

“Oh fuck…ahh…” Tom cries out, throwing his head back into the pillows, his mouth open and his brows knitted together. “Fuck…I love you..” the guitarist moans, falling over the edge. Tom’s legs shake from their spot around M/n’s waist and the other groans from the way Tom clenches around his dick. With one final thrust M/n falls over the edge too. 

“What did you say?” M/n asks, concerned. Tom looks up at him with wide eyes, finally realizing what he said to the other right before they both came down from their high. The other quickly pulls out of Tom and puts his clothes on. Usually he stays to clean Tom up and make sure he’s okay, but that confession—if that's even what to call it—shook him to his core. 

“M/n–” 

“No Tom, we can’t get involved like that. You clearly have developed feelings. I can’t– We can't. I'm sorry.” With a look of remorse on his face he moves to the doorframe, giving Tom one last glance before walking out and down the hall to his vacated room. Tom lays in his bed naked and motionless, regretting the words that accidentally fell from his mouth in a moment of vulnerability. The feeling of rejection brews in his stomach and he almost wants to throw up at the feeling of come, from the person who rejected him, inside of him still. 

He wants to take a shower, to wash off the decision he made. Maybe pretend like the last year never happened. That the two of them hadn’t fallen into the curse of casual, no strings attached, sex, but it had and Tom fucked it up by catching feelings. He fucked up. He fucked up so bad. 

M/n probably won't look at him the same, maybe just avoid him altogether. That thought in and of itself hurts Tom to think about. His chest aches for the relief of seeing him down the hallway and knowing that later that night they’ll be entangled in each other and their sheets, but that won’t happen anymore. 

Tom rolls over in the bed, pulling one of his pillows to his chest. Ironically, it’s a pillow that smells a lot like M/n. Sobs rack his body, God did he fuck up. Out of all the things to fuck up, it just had to be this? Tom had convinced himself that if he couldn’t have M/n the way he really wanted at least he got to see his most intimate moments, but now he doesn’t even have that. 

He fucked up so bad.

— — — — —

Tom has been lying in bed for hours only in his boxers. His body now covered by his duvet, which had fallen to the floor during their earlier activities. His head, chest, and eyes ache from sobbing into his pillows. 

He hears four knocks at his door and with everything he hopes that it is M/n coming to apologize for rejecting him. To hold him and tell him that he was sorry, that he just freaked out, but that he loves Tom just as much as the other. 

“Tom?” The voice is his brothers. He groans into his pillow, his heart clenching as his hopes are crushed once again. “Tom, can I come in?” Bill doesn’t wait for an answer before he opens the door, only to see his older brother in shambles. 

“Fuck Tom, what happened?” Bill asks moving to sit behind Tom. Just at the question, everything comes running back to Tom and he starts to sob again. “Tom..” Bill whispers sadly, he has rarely ever seen Tom like this, only a couple of times. When he told Bill he no longer wanted to live and when their biological father had left them. Every time it broke Bill's heart.  

Bill rubs a hand up and down Tom’s sides before hugging him in an awkward position. “Bill, it hurts.” Tom turns around in his bed and hugs his brother's waist, needing some form of comfort. Despite knowing nothing of what happened, Bill continues to comfort Tom. 

“It’s okay, Tom. It’s okay.” He reassures, holding his brother back with as much force as his brother is holding him. It’s times like these where Bill wishes they never had a twin bond, being able to feel the amount of pain Tom is in makes him want to cry into his brother's arms too. But he can't. He knows that he has to hold his ground for Tom, just like Tom has always done for him.

“You need to take a shower, you smell,” Bill mumbles, the smell of sex still clinging to Tom’s skin. Bill releases Tom from his hug to go find him clothes to wear. Bill pulls Tom out of bed and drags him down the hall to the bathroom. 

Bill is observant of the way Tom hides his eyes, refusing to look to the door where their bandmate is probably sleeping. Bill is always observant, always noticing the little things about people, their changes in personality, or even changes between two people. The way a relationship might change between two individuals. Bill can tell that the relationship between Tom and M/n has changed very drastically, but he doesn’t want to assume, so he keeps his thoughts to himself. 

“I’ll be waiting for you in your room for when you’re done,” Bill tells Tom after he starts the water for him. Tom refuses to look at his brother, keeping his eyes casted on the ground before he nods slowly. Bill smiles comfortingly, despite knowing the other can’t see it, he hopes that he can at least feel it. 

Bill leaves the bathroom and makes his way to Tom’s room. He removes his sheets and brings it all down the laundry room to wash, then covers Tom’s bed in a new set of sheets. Tom takes long showers, so he doesn’t have to worry much about time. Once he’s done he makes his way to the room of the person he really wants to talk to. 

He knocks a couple of times before the door opens to a dishevelled boy. “What's up, Bill?” M/n asks, his words slightly slurred. Of course he knows. 

“Just wanna talk,” Bill says kindly. He is so good with faking what he’s thinking it's almost scary. M/n always claps Bill on the back for the way he handles all the bad shit said to him during interviews, he always smiles and nods while the rest of them struggle to sit still waiting to beat the shit out of the interviewer. I guess that's why Bill’s the frontman, he can keep his cool—most of the time at least. 

M/n says nothing, but opens his door wider as an invitation. He takes a seat on his bed while Bill sits on the chair across from him. 

“What did you do to Tom?” The question is anything but nice, Bill's sharp tone causing M/n to flinch slightly in his seat. 

“I didn’t–”

“Don't give me that bullshit, M/n. I know something happened between you two, he hasn't acted like this in a long time.” Bill stares pointedly at M/n, watching his every move. The way he nervously runs his hands up and down his thigh or bites at his nails. Bill hates when people bite their nails, simply because he does it himself and he hates that it’s a nervous tic he acquired. 

“How do you know it was me?” M/n refuses to meet the others eyes staring at his thighs or his floor. Wanting nothing more than to curl in on himself. It’s not his fault Tom caught feelings, it’s not his fault he's not ready for anything more than casual sex. 

“Because he was a lot happier when you were closer, nothing could break him this much besides you.” The way he words it strikes M/n hard, his eyes well up with tears, but he fights them with everything he has. 

He’s not ready for something like that. What Tom wants from him he can't give. He can’t be there for Tom like he should, he can’t show him the affection he deserves, Tom is so much better than M/n and deserves someone who will treat him like royalty. That isn’t him. 

“You know what has been going on between us, I know you do. I also know that you know exactly what happened, so stop asking me about it and ask your brother who should be more than happy to share his side of things.” M/n’s tone is harsh, finally looking at Bill with a glare, his hands in fists on his legs. Bill hates this side of M/n, the side of him that gets defensive at every wary glance or questioning stare. He can’t show that he is vulnerable so instead he attacks whoever tries to push him to that point. 

“You’re such an asshole, M/n,” Bill scoffs annoyed, before standing up and leaving his room with a slam of his door. It's not like he doesn't like Tom like that, because he does, he just can’t get involved. He’s too scared. 

— — — — —

Knowing that he is living under the same roof as the boy that just rejected him pains Tom. How is he supposed to live comfortably knowing that every moment they pass each other will be an uncomfortable moment? Or how will the shows be now? Fans will definitely be able to see the tension in their lack of chemistry on stage. Bild is going to catch wind and blow everything up in their face. 

Tom can just imagine the rumours going around about one of them leaving the band or being kicked out, just wanting to finish the tour before having to get a new member. If Tom hadn’t gone and ruined everything by saying those three fucking words, everything would still be normal. Or at least as normal as casual sex with your best friend can be. 

He sits on his bed wrapping a towel around the dreads he failed to keep dry under the shower. His eyes still ache from crying, he can imagine his face is red and puffy. Tom has never been this upset over rejection before, yeah obviously it’s happened in the past, but not in a while and usually not by someone he actually has feelings for. It's pathetic honestly. 

His thoughts are interrupted by Bill walking into his room. “Hey, you okay?” His voice is soft and kind, like it always is. Something Tom grew up hearing and still loves the way he can comfort him by the sound alone. 

“Yeah,” Tom mumbles, his voice hoarse. He always hated being vulnerable around people, especially his brother. He is the older brother even if it's only by a few minutes. Being the protector is just what he grew into, Bill shouldn’t have to worry about if he’s okay or not, that's not his responsibility. 

Bill takes a deep breath from beside him, his hands resting in his lap as he plays with his fingers. “I know what's been going on between you two, I’ve known for a while.” Tom's heart drops, shit. “And no, I don't hate you or anything for liking guys. I’ve had my fair share of exploring myself, I just hate to see this side of you Tom.” The guitarist's rising heart rate evens out and he tries to distract himself by squeezing the water out of his dreads. “I’m not saying you need to talk to me about it, but I'm opening that line of communication.”

Tom takes a deep breath trying to push himself away from the edge of tears, though even if he wanted to he probably doesn’t have anything left in him to cry. “It's been going on for a while, maybe a year now? Basically I told him I loved him, I don’t know why I would fucking say that.” Tom snickers hiding his head in his hands. 

“Tomi, that's not your fault.” Bill hugs Tom from the side, Tom hugging him back. “We were perfect Billa, then I just had to go and bring feelings into it.”

“That wouldn’t have worked out and you know that. Eventually, your feelings would have eaten you alive.” Of course he knows that, he knew that the second he started to catch feelings. He just wanted M/n to treat him even the slightest way of what he really needed from him and if that was just sex then that’s how it was. Tom would have to learn to deal with it. 

“Why doesn’t he love me, Billa?” Bill feels tears brim his eyes, Tom doesn’t deserve this. He deserves to feel loved and be loved, to be held and told that everything will be okay. 

“I’m not sure that's true, Tomi.” Bill knows that M/n likes him back, he just won't act upon it for whatever reason. Instead he leaves Tom to feel this awful pain like the selfish dickbag he is. 

“What do you mean?” Tom breaks out of the hug, looking at Bill for the first time in a couple hours. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, tear stains marking his cheeks. 

“M/n..He’s very closed off as I’m sure you know. You might’ve just freaked him out, maybe he feels the same way but is scared to make something of it.”

“I don’t get why though.” Tom looks away from Bill taking in what he said. Processing it slowly, does M/n really like him back? Is he just too scared to admit it to himself? Why would he let Tom feel like this if he did? 

“I don't either, Tomi.”

It doesn’t feel like it matters now though. Not when M/n probably won’t talk to him, won’t look at him— when M/n can barely be in the same room as Tom. Tom doesn’t want to lean into Bill's words, because what if Bill is wrong? What if M/n just hates him now and that’s that? Realistically, that’s probably it. Didn’t Tom cross such a line when he fell for M/n anyways? And to confess mid orgasm— the line has been erased, it’s gone, there is no line because now, after that, there is nothing. 

— — — — —

It’s been a couple of days, the behaviour from the two boys has raised suspicion from the G’s. They constantly try to corner one of them and ask what’s wrong, Bill usually comes to Tom's aid, but M/n is left to fend for himself. He comes up with bullshit excuses one after the other, of course Tom heard them all. Every time they would corner M/n he listens to what they’re saying, trying to figure out what he's going to say to get the G’s off his back. And each time he walks away more hurt than the last. 

It seems that whatever M/n says as an excuse is always putting the blame on Tom, “Toms just being moody…Tom tried to punch me or something…Tom can’t get his head straight…” Each fucking time it’s Tom, the fucking nerve M/n has to continuously blame him is astonishing. 

Then he has the nerve to try and talk to Tom? To try and get him to talk back to him? M/n has tried talking to Tom many times this week, knocking on his door in the middle of the night when Bill is asleep, cornering him while he gets himself food or a drink of water. Tom ignores him every time, sick and tired of listening to the lies he tells himself and everyone else. 

But tonight neither of them are lucky enough to avoid each other. The G’s and Bill have gone out to dinner and a movie, something that Tom and M/n aren't interested in. Surprise. Surprise. Yet, they hoped the other would be so they could get the house to themselves to just fucking think without the consistent noise. 

The first hour flies by fast, M/n locked away in his room while Tom sits on the couch downstairs watching a show he recently started. 

Around the second hour M/n grows restless, knowing that now is the only opportunity he’ll probably get to talk to Tom, so he throws on a shirt and walks downstairs. He sees Tom sitting on the couch, snacking on some skittles Bill bought for him. Bill always buys everyone something during his shopping sprees, this time M/n was the only one Bill didn’t buy anything for. 

He sits beside Tom despite his best judgement. Tom ignores him, refusing to look at him, offer him his food like he has in the past, or catch him up on the show. 

“Tomi.” M/n starts, his hand sweating nervously as he rubs them together. 

“Dont fucking call me that.” Tom snaps, still watching the TV. His hands in fists on his basketball shorts. 

“Tom, please talk to me, stop ignoring me. I like you too, Tom.” The other confesses, trying to get Tom to say anything to him. 

Tom looks over to M/n pissed off, his jaw clenched so much M/n fears that it hurts. “Stop ignoring you? After you let me sit in the pain of being rejected!” M/n says nothing, looking away from Tom. Regret seeping into him as his heart aches. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” The million dollar question that M/n has some bullshit excuse for. Excuse after fucking excuse. 

“Because I was–I am scared.” 

“You were scared? Scared of what? Crawling out of your self centred shell?!” M/n’s heart speeds up. He’s terrified. Terrified of what that even means—being together. Being one, growing dependent on one another. How is he supposed to handle that? Especially with a boy in 2008. A boy. People get killed for shit like that all the time, they’re famous. How are they supposed to hide something that big from the entire world?

“Now Tom you know that’s not true,” M/n says trying to ease Tom away from his anger, pull him into him like he used to do every night. What if he can’t fix this? What if their relationship is really broken now? 

“Do I? I don’t even fucking know you any more! What else have you been hiding from me?!” Tom's words strike M/n. Does he really think that way? Does he think that he’s been hiding stuff from him like that? “You left me wondering if we were even still friends! You just left! What the hell was I supposed to think M/n? How was I supposed to feel?” Tom's eyes are wide, his heart is beating twice as fast and tears start to brim his eyes the more the conversation continues.

“Tom. I can’t tell you how to feel. I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I'm just. I am so fucking scared to be in a relationship right now and with a boy? That's even more scary. What if we can't hide it? You know the state of the world right now is not that good. How can we hide something that big from Bild or the fucking fans.” Tom stays quiet, allowing M/n to tell him everything. To share why exactly he let Tom sit on his broken heart for days while M/n spread lies about why they truly stopped talking. 

“I hate being famous sometimes Tom, everything we do, every time we breathe, its a fucking headiner. I don’t want to put you at risk, Tom. I love you and I am so fucking scared because ive never felt this way before, I dont know how to act upon this. I don't want to get hurt in the process.” M/ns crying now, tears falling quickly down his pale cheeks. He refuses to look at Tom, not wanting him to see him this vulnerable. 

Tom aches for him, but he can’t forgive him that fast. He can’t let M/n think what he did is okay, what he said to the G’s and what he let Tom believe. None of it is okay. Honestly, Tom doesn’t know if he can trust him right now. 

“I am too. I don’t want this to get out because of all the hate it will bring but I do still love you. If I'm going to be completely honest though, I don't know if I can trust you as I once did. After what you said to the G’s and how you handled this situation. You could’ve told me from the start M/n.” Tom looks at the other, the tears in his eyes falling, all of the emotions he hides under an angry mask falling. His heart clenches in his chest for all he wants to do is bring the other in his arms, hold him and be held back. But he can’t. 

“I need time, M/n, to recover from this. I don’t know how long, but I hope you can wait for me.” M/n smiles sadly, he knows that he fucked up. The way he handled all of this is just unbelievably fucked. It hurts knowing he can’t have Tom right now, but he’ll just have to deal with it. The same way Tom did. 

“I understand, Tom. I'll wait for you.” M/n pulls Tom into a hug, the other tensing at first before easing into his touch. Fuck. It would make his life so much easier to just forgive and forget right now, but he knows he shouldn't. The relationship would be strained and he can’t do that to M/n. He can’t do that to himself. 

— — — —

The months have passed by really fast. The band is on another tour, this time in the states. Somewhere they always wanted to stay for a long while and it just so happens that David decided that Tom and M/n would be rooming together in their hotel. He used the excuse that to buy five separate hotel rooms would be insane. Bill is the only one that got his own room, he practically begged the management, saying that if he didn’t he wouldn’t be his ‘best self’ or some bullshit like that. Both of them have grown more comfortable with each other, Tom starting to trust M/n more. Lean into his touches, reach out for closeness, things were finally going back to normal. 

So after a long night of clubbing, Tom and M/n make their way back to their shared room. Both of them have come down from the effects of the alcohol they drank, one could say they were completely sober. 

M/n struggles to get the keycard to work and allow the door to unlock so Tom knocks him to the side and does it himself. “First try,” Tom says with a smirk. Fucking cocky bastard. Both of them walk into the room, only to notice that it only has one bed. What fucking joke is being played right now?

Tom looks slightly bothered but continues further into the room, setting the stuff he brought with him on the side where the management had placed his bags. M/n makes his way to the opposite side of the room doing the same thing, both of them dig through their bags looking for something to sleep in for the night.

“M/n?” Tom calls out the others' names, still searching for something to wear.

“What's up?” 

“Can I borrow one of your sweatpants or shorts? I can't seem to find mine and I don't want to throw my clothes around.” M/n is a bit taken aback by the question but compiles anyway. 

“Yeah, sure.” M/n says searching through his bag for something that would fit Tom comfortably. Eventually settling on a pair of grey sweatpants. “Here.” He throws them in Toms direction, the other catching them with his hand before heading to the bathroom to change.

The second Tom walks out of the bathroom, M/n is left to face his feelings head on. Yeah, Tom has worn his clothes before, but he looks so good in that pair of grey sweatpants M/n gave him. M/n always likes when Tom wears tighter clothing, now is no different. 

And there’s that stupid warmth in M/n’s heart again– the kind that he could never truly ignore. Yeah, sure, he wants nothing more than to fuck Tom stupid after seeing him in his clothes; but under all of that, he wants to hold Tom close and whisper promises of love into his ear until he never doubts how M/n feels. 

“What?” Tom asks, genuinely confused by the others stare. 

M/n’s adams apple bobs as he swallows his rising nerves. “Nothing, you just look really good in my clothes.”

Tom’s cheeks dust pink, but he ignores it as he continues to drop off his dirty clothes into his bag. “I love you M/n.” He whispers more so to himself, not expecting the other to respond. 

Despite how much they’ve changed over the past couple of months, he's still scared. Scared M/n will wake up one day and change his mind, scared he’s too much to handle, scared that M/n won’t want such a big commitment after seeing how Tom is like in a relationship. Every day he seems to be reminding himself that the other has changed. M/n tries to be physical with him without breaking his boundaries, tries to get closer to him, to understand him better and Tom really does appreciate that. But still, there's a thought in the back of his mind terrified to start something with him. 

“I love you too, Tomi,” The other says back, his voice seemingly closer than it was a second ago, almost directly behind the guitarist. Is he really ready for this? Ready for something this big? It’s a big step in their relationship, something that will change them forever. A commitment that will change the vibe of the band altogether if something were to happen between them, is that worth the risk? Is M/n worth that risk? 

His heart beats heavy against his ribs as he leans his face closer to M/n’s, his lips right next to the shell of his ear.

“Prove it.” He whispers before pulling back and gently pressing their lips together, both of their eyes fluttering closed. The kiss is warm, familiar, not rushed like their others. M/n’s lips are soft against his. Tom’s heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest, his nerves jittering inside of him with both fear and want. The warmth blooming in his heart is overwhelming, yet familiar, something he has always pushed aside not wanting to give himself to the feeling. He wants to feel loved, he wants to feel needed, desired. He wants to feel it in every touch, every kiss, every whisper against his skin. He wants to really feel it. “Make love to me.”

It is then when M/n falls under Tom's spell for once, pushing their lips together roughly. Something he missed so much. Their breathing becomes hard and ragged together, touches go from light to needy.

M/n holds Tom’s face in his hands, feeling the soft tears falling from his eyes—relief. “I love you so much, baby.” M/n reassures, pulling Tom impossibly closer. They both taste of alcohol and cigarettes from earlier that night. 

Tom is the first to pull away, “I thought I had lost you, that I fucked stuff up so bad between us that you would never talk to me again.” Tom refuses to look in M/n’s eyes, keeping his eyes on his hands playing with the hem of the other's shirt. 

M/n grabs Tom’s chin, forcing the guitarist to look at him. “You will never lose me, Tom. Never.” He brushes his hands through his dreads, grabbing the base of Tom’s neck and pushing his face back into his. The kiss is deep, desperate, longing, a sensation neither of them allowed themselves to feel. Tom feels drunk on M/n, the way his hands slide from his neck to his chest, smoothing out his shirt, or the way his mouth pulls on his lip piercing. M/n drives him crazy. 

M/n starts to suck on his piercing, playing with the jewellery on Tom’s lip, eliciting a quiet moan from the other. Tom does the same, sucking on M/n’s upper lips as the other controls them, moving them closer to the bed. M/n’s lips move from his lips, down his jawline, then his neck, finding his sweet spot almost instantly. Heat rises in Tom’s stomach as he presses himself further into M/n. 

M/n’s butterfly-like kisses grow deeper, pulling Tom under. Deep, needy kisses glue to his neck, dragging small moans from Tom. The guitarist grows hotter the more the seconds pass and oh does it affect M/n too. The sound of Tom’s panting and breathy moans shoots bolts down to M/n’s groin almost making the other grind his hips down. The idea of making love to Tom, the person he’s been lusting over—loving—for years now causes his head to fill with fog and desire. 

M/n leads Tom further onto the mattress, pushing him down against the pillows on the top of the bed, his hands skillfully working Tom’s shirt from his body as Tom does the same to him. Soon both of them are only in their boxers, grabbing at each other with desperate hands. 

Tom’s head is filled with beautiful fog, only focused on the way M/n’s mouth follows a line down his chest. His nipple is caught in the other's mouth, his mouth pulling and nipping at the sensitive skin. Tom grows restless, needing something more. He grinds up into M/n hoping the other will meet his hips and give him that long awaited friction he’s needed for months.

Thankfully, he gets the message, following Tom’s hips back into the mattress, pressing him further into the black satin sheets. He whimpers, holding his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound so that his brother in the next room doesn't hear their activities. M/n sucks and bites at his nipples hard, pulling moans from the deepest parts of his chest, leaving marks on every part of Tom's body he allows him to touch.

When M/n pulls away to admire the way Tom looks under him, he is greeted with the sight of a rightfully debauched boy. His cheeks dust pink, his hand covers his mouth, and his chest rises and falls at a quick pace.

“Please, M/n. I need you,” Tom pants, removing his hand from his mouth to pull the other closer to him, urging him to do more. 

“Of course, angel.” M/n softly kisses Tom’s parted lips as his hand trails to the waistband of Tom’s boxers.

“Oh god, please.” Tom begs, thrusting his hips into M/n’s hand with a whimper. 

M/n removes both of their boxers and presses their naked cocks together harshly, pulling groans from both of them. Tom’s hands rush to meet M/n’s chest, brushing his hands over his nipples and over his muscular shoulder before trailing his hands down to his waist, squeezing the excess skin. M/n almost loses his footing, consumed by the feeling of Tom’s hands on his body. 

They both crave the intimate touch of the other. “I need you, M/n. Fuck just hurry.” M/n takes that as his sign to start stretching Tom. He grabs the lube he had hidden in a pocket of his bag and opens it with shaky hands. Yes, they’ve done this before, but it didn’t mean as much as it does now. 

He coats his fingers in a thick layer, before pressing his first finger into Tom, completely ignoring the ritual he developed. He just needs Tom, now more than ever. He loosens him quickly, always slightly pushing against his prostate, teasing him, leaving the other a moaning mess.

“Are you ready?” M/n asks with a light kiss on the side of Tom’s collarbone. 

“Please.” Tom’s head fills with worry, not about the sex about what comes after. They need to talk, think about their options before they move into something more serious. Tom needs to talk to Bill, get his opinion and hope that he doesn’t fill his head with opposite emotions. 

M/n pushes into Tom, pulling Tom out of his worries. Tom’s arms wrap around the others shoulders the further he pushes in. Despite having done this many times, he will never get used to the feeling of being stretched in places deeper than M/n’s fingers could reach. 

M/n thighs shake from holding back the need to thrust in and out of Tom at a fast pace. His breath quickens as he is enveloped further into Tom. Tom is divine. His voice, his touch, the way he can bend M/n to his will, he loves every part of Tom. His being is angelic and he took that for granted before, but never will he do that again. 

M/n's skin burned under the pressure of Tom's fingernails, as Tom’s chest heaved. Tom’s legs were wrapped around his thighs, breathy little ahhhs escaping his lips. M/n waits for Tom to feel comfortable to start the pace himself and only begins to move when Tom rocks into his cock. The feeling almost overwhelming at first, M/n hits Tom’s prostate with precision each time M/n thrusts back into him. 

The heat in each of them flows into their body stronger, almost burning them. It moves from their chests to their abdomens, steadily holding onto their bodies and building more and more with each deep push. 

Tom’s breathing speeds up and they both know that he’s close. Close to being pushed over that edge he’s been yearning for, for months. Months he went untouched by M/n longing for a moment where the other would hug him or brush their hands together. He buries his face into M/n’s neck, his hot breath warming the other’s skin. 

“I’m close… Faster.” Tom huffs out of breath, thrusting his hips into M/n in time with the others pace. Growing their heat into a ball of fire. 

Tom is the first to expel that heat, falling from heaven as his thighs shake and his hips jerk back into M/n. M/n uses him, pressing against his prostate with each thrust leaving Tom to cry and whine at the overstimulation and abuse on his body. M/n falls over the edge too, falling onto Tom as he comes down from his high, his body shaking still. 

He slides off of the guitarist and lays beside him, both of them breathing heavily. 

“Thank you,” Tom pants, holding his arm on his forehead. His eyes are closed, reminiscing the pleasure he just felt. It is nothing like the way they would fuck every night, this is far different. This holds more importance. This is real. 

“I love you, Tom.” M/n whispers into the other's hair, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him towards his chest. He means it and he hopes that Tom can feel his honesty in each word. 

“I love you too.” Tom mumbles tiredly, pushing himself back into M/n’s embrace allowing the other to hold him. For the first time in a while, Tom finds comfort in M/n’s embrace, missing it. With each breath fanning over his neck from the other or the way his chest presses more into his back as he inhales, he falls into a deeper sleep. Realizing only then that M/n never needed to prove it to him, he meant it from the start. He never wanted to hurt Tom, he needs Tom just as much as Tom needs him. Tom soon falls asleep to the feeling of the others' steady heart rate on his back, lulling him to sleep. 

— — — —

M/n is awake when Tom opens his eyes, Tom smiles as he rubs at his aching eyes. The events from the night before stir in his mind and for the first time in a while he's scared. He's scared of M/n, scared of what happened, scared of what's to come. He needs to think. He needs breathing room, but he fears that he’s already asked too much of M/n. He’s asked him to wait and he did just that, but if he asks him again after coming onto him it would just seem like he's playing him. Tom just needs to be careful, he doesn’t want his heart broken again. 

Tom gets out of bed first, stretching his aching body from the hours of playing on stage last night and the partying. His head pounds, despite getting back sober he still feels hungover. His body catches up to him too fast sometimes. M/n just watches him, almost scared that if he makes the wrong move Tom will leave him again. Though that is highly unfair for him to say. 

Tom walks to the bathroom to relieve himself and to think about everything. To put everything in his head onto a platter and observe what he’s feeling. He’s never been good with his feelings, always trying to shove them away into some hidden compartments, but now more than ever he needs to actually think about what he wants from this.  

Soon he hears rustling from outside the door, clearly M/n trying to figure out how to use the shitty coffee machine in the hotel room. His attempts seem to be futile by the continuous swearing coming from beyond the door. 

Tom wants this. He wants to wake up next to the other every day, be allowed to casually kiss him without having to worry about crossing a line, he wants him. He wants what M/n can offer. Tom is ready to open himself up to the other and put all his trust in him. He wants to do it right this time.

The guitarist opens the bathroom door and laughs at the sight before him. M/n struggling with the coffee machine, clearly on the edge of throwing it out the window.

“Look at you, trying to be a good boyfriend and make me coffee.” Tom smiles, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. 

M/n looks at him shocked, freezing for a moment, his mouth agape. “Well it's the least a boyfriend can do, but apparently the stupid coffee machine doesn't work. So how about I take you to that cafe instead,” M/n says, walking over towards Tom, grabbing him by the waist and kissing him softly. Memories from last night flood Tom's brain, that same kiss planted on every part of his body, the marks there to remind him when he takes a shower later. 

Tom hums into the kiss, “Maybe you should.” He smiles, kissing him again. “Let me take a shower then we can go.” 

His words reassure M/n, let him know that last night had been okay. That he trusts M/n.

“Okay, baby.” M/n smiles at Tom, before gently pushing him towards the bathroom to take a shower so they can leave as soon as possible. Neither of them really wanting to run into the rest of the band knowing the fact that they were very vocal last night and the hickeys covering Tom’s neck would be a dead giveaway. 

As Tom stands in the shower he has his time to think, to reflect on the past few months. Everything that went down with M/n. He comes to the realization that he can do this now; sharing his time with M/n without a nagging panic in the back of his mind telling him to turn tail and run. M/n wants him and he wants M/n. More than ever, he wants the domestic moments, going on dates, making breakfast together, and the more intimate side of the other. He wants everything and anything M/n is willing to offer and M/n wants the exact same thing. 

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[20doozers]

10/10 pose yet again.

[divinelolita]

YEHDKBDKDJ I THINK I GOT THE GOLDEN IDEA

HEEHEHEHEHE LEMME GET 4 BIG DICK BIG MACS(oh lord ive had too much sugar its full band headcannons seperate💀💀) with a bf who gives em princess treatment n shi😊

like mf will drive for them do that hand on thigh thing, will tie their shoe, buy em expensive ass shit, pull them on his lap(bro is prolly shorter than them too💀), opening the door for em alat jazz and you can look up more stufff(dont look at the urban definition)

LBZJSHDKSN STOP I CAN JUST IMAGINE TOM NOT TAKING THE TREATMENT AND MAKING READER TAKE IT INSTEAD I CANT😭😭😭

BAND X READER: PRINCESS TREATMENT

4 big dick big macs..oh lord. i regret looking at urban dictionary.

BILL:

・YES. YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YESSS!!!

・He likes being treated like royaltyyyyy

・Having you tie his shoes? He feels so special STOPP

・Your hand resting on his thigh as you drive, rubbing your thumbs in circular motions. He's so happy 🙏

・Sitting on your lap, leaning his head on the top of yours. He just feels so loved and cared for.

・Loves when you spoon him, holding him close to you and kissing his fading tattoo on his neck over and over.

・Feels like the luckiest man on earth if you offer to pay for his nails

"M/N, are you sure? It's really expensive and-"

"Of course I'm sure, here." then giving him like 200 fucking dollars 💀

・Especially likes if you help him with his mohawk!

TOM:

・He's not used to being treated like this. Like, he normally takes on the role of buying stuff, opening doors, etc.

・But he can't help but feel slightly flustered, smiling as you hand him gifts.

・HE LOVES GIFTS WHAT. I keep saying it over and over but gift giving is his love languageeeeee 🤞🤞🤞

・Eventually he starts to challenge you, doing things you would previously do.

・Like even if you has already opened the door for him he'd hold it open aswell, waiting for you to go through.

"Tom I got the door first, just walk in."

"Why don't you walk in? Your closer to the entrance."

"..Tom."

・...yeah it takes him a while before he just gives up, letting you take care of him.

GEORG:

・He feels relaxed yet..confused?

・Like Tom he's used to spoiling his partner, so having you spoil him is definitely something.

・That doesn't mean he wants you to stop, no. He loves it when you buy gifts for him or open the door to a store. Hell, even something as little as holding his hand has him wrapped around your finger.

・Honestly feels like a child if you tie his shoes 😭

"M/N, 'cmon. I can do that myse-"

"No."

・..Oh. Okay then.

・Just kinda let's it happen, he really does like it. It's just...new.

・Can't help but giggle whenever you pull him on your lap, running your fingers through his soft brown hair.

GUSTAV:

・He likes the fact he can worry less around you.

・He feels so safe, so happy and giddy whenever you call him "honey" or "love".

・Absolutely LOVES shopping with you. He feels bad about spending your money and tries to take out his own wallet but you demand insist you pay instead.

・He waits for you to open the car door for him 💔

・Loves cuddling with you, having you wrap your arms around him. It makes him forget about all his worries, instead focusing on you.

・He feels bad if you buy him something too expensive.

"Holy shit, M/N! Do you know how expensive this is-"

"...yeah. Considering I'm the one that bought the drum set, I would know."

[rvzcvx]

HEYYY i dont really fanfictions but idk,I really liked one of your fanfictions ,is it possible to have a FanFiction with bill x m!reader Or reader non gender ?🎀 With 2005 bill cause he's my favorite Era,I want something cute and fluff cause he was 16..I just had the idea that bill and reader don't really understand it because like bill speak.german and he doesn't understand english and reader doesn't understand german😭!Afterwards for the rest I leave you free ideas! because I trust you

Love you🫶

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

pairing: 2005 bill x male reader

warnings: nothing, just fluff

a/n: im sorry for not posting for so long but i had to focus on school. i promise that i will try to post more often!! and btw i love you too, i hope youre gonna like what i wrote

I still couldn't believe it, I was sitting in the living room of Bill Kaulitz, my boyfriend, from my favorite band. It felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

The room was filled with posters, CDs, and personal items that gave it a cozy vibe. Bill was in the kitchen, making us some tea. I could hear him humming softly, his voice always managing to soothe my nerves.

We met a few months ago after one of his concerts. I had been a fan for years, and the opportunity to see him perform live was a dream come true. I never imagined that I would actually meet him, let alone start a relationship with him. It was hard at first, with him speaking mainly German and me only knowing English, but we found ways to communicate.

Bill walked back into the room, holding two steaming cups of tea. He smiled warmly and handed me one. "Hier, für dich." he said, his accent making the words sound even more special.

"Danke." I replied, one of the few German words I had mastered. I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, sipping our tea. Bill looked at me, his eyes full of affection and something else I couldn't quite place.

"You... like the tea?" he asked, his English slow but deliberate. "Yes" I nodded, "It's perfect, just like everything you do."

Bill blushed, a soft pink tint coloring his cheeks. "Danke, mein liebling." he said, reaching out to take my hand. His touch was gentle and reassuring, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

We had learned to bridge the gap between our languages with gestures, smiles, and a lot of patience. Bill would teach me simple German phrases, and I would help him with his English. It was a process, but one that brought us even closer.

Bill set his cup down and moved closer to me on the couch. He pulled me into a warm embrace, and I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the unspoken words fill the space between us. His arms around me were my safe haven, a place where I felt completely at home.

After a while, Bill pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. "You... make me very happy." he said, his English improving day by day.

"You make me happy too, Bill." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

Bill's smile widened, and he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of all the things we couldn't yet say in words. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, but content.

He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me close. "Ich liebe dich." he whispered into my ear. I had learned that phrase early on. "I love you too, Bill" I replied.

As the evening turned into night, we continued to talk, laugh, and simply enjoy each other's company. It didn't matter that we spoke different languages; what mattered was the love we shared and the bond that grew stronger every day.

By the time we decided to call it a night, I felt more connected to Bill than ever. We climbed into bed, cuddling close under the warm blankets. Bill held me tight, his presence a comforting weight next to me.

"Gute nacht , mein Liebling." he murmured sleepily. "Goodnight, Billy." I replied, feeling my eyes grow heavy.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that whatever challenges we faced, we would face them together. Our love was stronger than any language barrier, and that was all that mattered. In Bill's arms, I felt at home, loved, and understood. And that was a feeling that needed no translation.

[itzmaztercom]

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[zimmer-zupastar]

When the opps get a littleeeee too close in the hallways

[jasperhales-malewife]

Did y'all hear about the rumors what Heidi is doing to Tom? Like, if they are true I'm so so so sorry for Tom :((

I thought they were so cute togheter. Though I am 100% sure that she knows Tom really likes privacy and he doesn't like her taking photos of him whenever he's sleeping or something but she just ignores that.

I get it, she has the man that every teenager/adult wants/wanted but that doesn't mean she can just take pictures of him because she feels like it, at least ask him for permission?!

And the rumor that she made him go on a very unhealthy diet? For 1 month just drinking tea?! Like broo what. The. Fuck?

Of course I don't know if there's any proof but with the videos I've seen I think that at least some of them are true.

Poor Tom, I really do feel so sorry for him, I hope he is doing okay❤