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this is a blog focused on tokio hotel, of course! i make moodboards; i can draw inspiration from songs, events, ideas, situations, or even simple images i happen to come across! i’m open to suggestions and requests 24/7, from requests for moodboards or if you want me to write something, you can send a request in my ask box!
i mainly write about bill, but i can also write about tom, georg, and gustav. but, i don’t write toll— i don’t feel comfortable doing it.
i focus on female povs, but i can also write male povs or any povs. i can write nsfw, sfw, fluff, angst, and i can even write within the “dead dove: do not eat!” category with certain limitations and restrictions, depending on how comfortable i feel with it.
ABOUT ME.
omg finally, i’m doing this!
my name is alex, i use he/him pronouns and i’m 21 years old. i’m from mexico, and currently i’m in college and i’m a foreign languages student! i can speak spanish, english and a little bit of french.
i’ve been a fan of tokio hotel since 2020, and i love writing stories, fanfics, imagines (i’ve been doing it since 2016); self taught artist and an active smoker (?). my favorite album and era is humanoid, and of course, i’m a bill’s boy! i love lana del rey, addison rae, crystal castles; i like also visual kei, nu metal, glam metal, reguetón (and iconic artists from mexico like juan gabriel, jenni rivera and josé josé, lol, it felt necessary to say this...)
i’m very weird, i like to think in a good and not in bad way? and i’m SO awkward. i don’t really know how to socialize but if you want to dm me, i’m happy with it and i’ll try to answer!
Do you ever want DM’S? Some people are weird about them. I follow a few that are cool with it.
yeah, i mean, i’m fine with it! i’m just a little awkward and anxious because, sometimes i don’t know what to say most of the time and i’m really bad at socializing, lol.
bf!bill who wakes up first every morning and kisses all over your face to wake you up because he hates being up alone.
bf!bill who sleeps on the side of the bed he least prefers but pretends it’s his favorite because he knows your sensitivity to the other side of the bed.
bf!bill who always paints your nails to match his because he thinks of how cute your hands will look together when they’re intertwined.
bf!bill who immediately always notices when something is wrong with you and will drop everything and do whatever he can to make it better.
bf!bill who matches pajamas with you and ends up stealing your clothes more often than you stealing his because he prefers wearing your clothes because he’s obsessed with how you smell.
bf!bill who cannot stand to be away from you for one minute- literally wants to be up your ass at all times because you are literally his entire universe.
NSFW!
sub!bf!bill who fucks himself to sleep whenever you’re not around him for too long. will use his favorite toy you got him on himself until he cannot take it anymore. would leave himself over sensitive and a mess. he’d clean himself up wishing it was your hands all over his spent body instead of his own.
sub!bf!bill who uses your thigh to get off and whines the entire time. will literally be in your ear a sobbing mess and will not care about how much come he spills on you. just the mere sight of seeing his own come all over your stomach gives him enough reason to rock against your thigh again, harder.
sub!bf!bill who never wants to stop touching you. literally is obsessed with touching you. knows how much it riles you up and he knows you always give him whatever he wants so it’s no surprise to him when he starts touching all over you and five minutes later you’re fucking him in the backseat of his car like the brat he is
dom!bf!bill who will leave your legs shaking and will still refuse to stop until he thinks you’ve had enough because he loves seeing his little toy all wrecked and ruined for him.
dom!bf!bill who will slap you, bite you, and choke you whwnever he’s fucking you but proceeds to kiss and clean you up after. literally will help you shower and kiss you and tell you how much he loves you the entire time.
dom!bf!bill who is so obsessed with you that he could literally fuck you ten times a day and never get enough. this man thinks about you and will literally get painfully hard and need you within the next five minutes. not even to mention the fact how he loves watching himself fill you up so he can see how it drips down your thighs afterwards.
in between lip gloss, champagne and nicotine kisses.
2026 bill kaulitz + non famous fem reader. | third person pov.
words: 2,0k. | characters: 11,3k.
cw: alcohol consumption, smoking, under the influence, public display of affection, paparazzi, drunk kissing.
a/n: we need more bill oneshots, but featuring the present-day bill. i feel like writing this caused some kind of chemical disaster in my brain, or something. anyways— i hope you guys enjoy it! i'm still working on some requests. i wrote this in two hours with 500 milliliters of caffeine in my system and a cigarette just for funsies. <3
it was friday night, and your cell phone screen read 2:30 a.m. the music was so loud it made the floor and walls shake, reverberating loudly right into your eardrums.
the vip area was filled only with people who were close friends of the younger kaulitz twin. tom was over there, talking to a model amid the noise of the music, with an arm around her waist. shay, todd, and sara weren’t missing out on the fun either, downing drink after drink as they took quick shots straight from the champagne bottle or got up to dance to the beat of the music—even on the super-expensive velvet sofas. everyone there had one goal: to enjoy yet another night in the sweltering los angeles, california.
then there was you. you, and of course, the king of the night: bill kaulitz.
it was no secret to anyone that you and bill were a couple. everyone knew it—your closest friends, the band’s fans, and the rest of the internet knew it. it was probably simply his feminine, fluid, and extravagant style that drew attention and caused people, even in the middle of 2026, god, to still whisper things on the street, to post insults online about his ‘masculinity,’ and for gossipy tabloids to constantly highlight every tiny detail. public scrutiny was a never-ending process, but it was something he was already used to, and he managed to tell it all to hell with a unique stoicism.
it was always different, always changing: flashy, fluffy faux-fur coats, boots, and heels that added a few more centimeters to his height—even though he didn’t need them, standing at nearly 2 meters tall. silk, latex, luxury brands that always cost over a thousand dollars. his makeup was flawless and immaculate, contrasting with the beard he always kept; mascara-coated eyelashes, a simple shimmery eyeshadow on his eyelids, and of course, lip gloss on those beautiful lips along with his diamond piercings.
sitting side by side, yourlegs would almost have been intertwined if it weren’t for the fact that you knew that if the dj played either of your favorite songs, you’d have to jump up quickly to start dancing right away. bill was looking at you; he had to tilt his head back slightly so his hair wouldn’t get in the way when his lips brushed against yours.
the super-expensive dior lip gloss on his lips smudged not only onto yours but also onto part of your chin, the corners of your mouth, and even your cheeks. out of the corner of his eye, the blond turned to see with his brown eyes that about three paparazzi kept roughly pressing the shutters of their cameras every time there was a movement at the table.
you quickly realized this, and you tried to look in that direction—if it hadn’t been for the fact that his hands had already cupped your chin and were gently caressing your jawline. “they’re watching us, bill…” you managed to murmur, your mouth and your cold, alcohol-breath-laden breath brushing against your boyfriend’s lips, your words coming out a little slurred; even though they were simple, they seemed hard for you to get out. maybe it was just the effects of the dom pérignon, or maybe the dancing purple and red lights had made you both feel a little dizzy as well.
“i know,” he replied with a soft chuckle, running his fingers up your face to give you another kiss; bill just managing to hit the corner of your lips because he was just as drunk as you were. you couldn’t help but laugh, sticking out your tongue to give him an affectionate lick on the mouth, to which he responded with a little squeal, “hey, you naughty girl!” he laughed softly, pinching the skin on your jaw.
in the blink of an eye, you didn’t even notice that a waiter had brought shots for everyone. sara was already celebrating loudly, practically on top of the poor young man who was trying to carefully set the little glass shot glasses on the center table. in less than a few seconds, everyone at the reserved table had gathered around it and began taking a shot each to toast and drink the liquid down to the last drop; it tasted like tequila. strong, fiery, and intense. enough to make you a little more dizzy.
“oh mein gott*! that tequila is crazy!” exclaimed the ashy-haired blond, grimacing slightly as he clenched his teeth against the burning sensation that felt like fire racing down his esophagus. and you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, letting your head fall onto his shoulder and closing your eyes. you sighed deeply, but his soft, slightly rough fingers found your face again, drawing all his attention to it. one of the things was that bill, when he was drunk, was way too clingy. way too needy.
“look at you, my love. your lip gloss is all smudged…” returning the gesture, you ran your hand up his cheek and traced your thumb just above his lower lip, brushing the tip of your finger against the lower corner of his lower lip. it was slightly swollen, and the diamonds in his piercings sparkled.
bill let out another one of his loud, high-pitched laughs—the kind you loved so much—and threw his head back so that his perfectly tousled blond locks swayed from side to side before he turned back toward you. “oh, yeah? and whose fault is that, huh?” he retorted with feigned indignation, looking at you with a smugness that made you melt inside, your little heart pounding against your ribs and a warmth creeping up your neck that wasn’t just from the alcohol.
with an almost insulting slowness, bill pulled away from your face and stretched his long, jeweled fingers toward the coffee table, dodging the empty shot glasses that todd and sara had left lying around, and took a cigarette from his pack. he lit it with an expert flick, and for a second, the little orange flame from the lighter illuminated the mascara on his lashes and the shimmering shadow on his eyelids. he took a deep drag, letting the intense, strong smoke from his marlboro gold flood his lungs before fixing his gaze on yours.
the artificial flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras grew more intense, a relentless barrage as bill’s puff of smoke drifted toward your face. your body tensed slightly, unable to look away but aware that they were there like predators watching their prey. however, bill wouldn’t let that happen. his free hand—the one not holding a cigarette—had slipped behind the nape of your neck to lift your head, tilting it back so that you’d focus only on him.
“don’t look at them. look at me,” he demanded, taking a deep, painful drag on his cigarette before leaning in toward your mouth. there, he exhaled the smoke against your parted lips; you could feel every fiber of your body bristle at the sensation, closing your eyes as you slowly drew in the smoke from his mouth, savoring every second of that intimate moment between the two of you.
it was fiery, sensual, and unexpected. before you could moan his name amid the noise of the music, in front of the intrusive cameras, his lips sealed yours in a kiss.
passionate and deep, the taste of nicotine, tobacco, the strong aroma of champagne, and the spiciness of tequila flooded your taste buds. you couldn’t help but moan against his mouth at the union, the sound from your throat echoing against his lips.
bill deepened the kiss for a few more seconds before pulling away with a laugh. he’d had to set the cigarette aside so as not to burn himself—let alone you—so it remained between his fingers, burning away during the kiss.
he took another drag and brought the filter to your lips, which you gladly accepted so you could take a drag yourself. “you’re a mess, gorgeous,” he murmured loud enough to be heard over the music, yet intimate and soft enough that only the two of you could understand. you rolled your eyes and leaned toward him to kiss his chin, where your cherry-flavored tinted lip gloss left a mark on his beautiful skin.
“you’re worse, you silly,” you replied with a frown, taking the cigarette between your fingers to blow smoke toward his mouth, and he responded with a subtle grunt and a delighted squeeze around your waist. he leaned in close enough to catch the smoke, but he didn’t kiss you again like before. the simple touch of your lips made you feel that it wasn’t enough. that you needed more.
“aha,” he laughed. his eyes were drooping, his eyelids heavy, and he was swaying slowly even while seated with his back against the velvet backrest. he shook his head, trying to keep the wavy ash-blond strands from getting in his way, and leaned in to steal the cigarette from your mouth, brushing your lips and taking the filter of the marlboro gold before taking a practiced, nimble drag without using his fingers.
you wrinkled your nose. the impulse and the intoxicating euphoria of the alcohol made you drop to your knees on the couch, almost climbing onto his lap when you saw him exhale the smoke.
the movement sent the cigarette ash flying, and it fell to one side, but it didn’t burn anything in its path. you kissed him even with the smoke still in his mouth. he moans— a mixture of a moan and a growl lost amid the music —and returns your kiss as the smoke intertwines and travels between both of your mouths. even with the cigarette between his fingers, he gently caressed your lower back, sliding down the short fabric of your skirt to your butt.
and he never stopped kissing you.
the smoke faded into the background as it seeped out between his teeth and your gasps, making it float and dissipate above the two of you. bill bites your lower lip and licks it with his tongue, tracing every part of your mouth, and you tremble when the chill of his piercings brushes against you. you move forward; your hips make that involuntary movement, and he squeezes you, stopping you.
“you’re tempting me, angel…” he murmured against your mouth, his gaze drifting over your shoulder, looking back for a moment before returning to look directly into your eyes. you know he was looking at the photographers, and yet it wasn’t subtle the way the flashes kept going off every time you two moved.
he gripped your hips and pulled you back against the couch until your back hit the seat, then he slipped between your legs, beginning to plant more playful, flirtatious kisses along your throat and neck, daring to nibble and suck.
“bill, stop it! you’re tickling me!” you laughed, your words slurring, wriggling under his touch and unintentionally arching your back, giving him more room to kiss you to his heart’s content. when he pulled away, you could see him better amid the strobe lights of the club: his cheeks were flushed, that lazy smile on his lips, and his pupils dilated. bill looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, the most sacred.
“you’re completely crazy, bill kaulitz,” you murmur against his lips before stealing another kiss from him. it’s a brief but wet kiss, a chaotic mix that tastes of nicotine, tequila, and champagne; of the dior lip gloss you’re now sharing; and of everything dangerously sensual about the early morning.
he’s already at that point in the night where he becomes unbearably clingy, a needy bill who refuses to let you go even though he knows full well that half the club is watching them.
“crazy about you,” he mumbled before stealing another kiss from your lips, and as if they were in sync, you both looked to the side at the same time, toward the intrusive camera lenses that began snapping photos of you more frequently at this change in expression, momentarily blinding you.
* mein gott: it's an exclamation, and it literally means 'my god', or 'oh my god.'
can’t believe it’s been 3 months since i published my first one shot here. the tokio hotel community here is so nice and welcoming, i love y’all so much—
i thought he smoked camels or marlboro reds, but the golds actually suit him somehow. they’re soft, more elegant. although they’re not my favorite—they taste a bit bitter for my taste, and i usually smoke menthols, like pall mall, where you can really feel the mint all the way up to your nose. (i’m smoking one right now as i write this, lol)
imagine kissing him while he exhales smoke into your mouth, his hands holding you and cradling your face as he leans in. feeling his breath slightly tinged with alcohol, a hint of his perfume, the layer of gloss that would surely stain your lips after kissing him.
when he puts the cigarette to your lips so you can take a drag too, imagine that he wants you to do the same, to pass the smoke through your mouth to him.
he’d probably laugh—so clingy after giving you a simple kiss—while the noise of the party and the bass from the music thump so hard your ribs ache and your chest vibrates. together, pressed hip-to-hip, dancing to the beat of the music, just so he can repeat the gesture every time he wants a kiss.
