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Welcome to my Tumblr Page! Here i post Fanfic Art about my fanfic novels "MyLivingNightMare & BecomingTheMonsterYouCrave" On Wattpad! & some smut parts on here.
I've been an artist for the past 9 years and throughout all my years, i still haven't quite mastered my signature art style..😅
I'm always spontaneously switching up my Art style just to find what i can create into my signature work!
Facts about me!!
I'm into Alternative Subculture, but i don't like putting labels on myself. I dress in alternative ways to express my creativity & rebellion towards conformist norms.
I love reading the bluford series!! it's such a great way to depicted the broken world.❤️🩹
I love the flow of the early internet, especially during the late 2000s- mid 2010's It gives a sense of nostalgia and comfort towards better times.
Mtv shows i love~ DownTown, 90'sScoobyDoo, TheMaxx.
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I jst fucking love music ik... I lowkey have dreams of starting my own band one day.. i have so many plans for that ngl🙌
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My scene & emo peak Eras, (this was a bit ago.)
and this is me now!!! (Holy Tumblr Girl Vibes I'm addicted to Tumblr and IT SHOWS... )
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Hi! I'm SummerRose572 Other known as @PinkSpiderFluff on Deviantart!! Luciel on Tumblr, YouTube, & Tiktok! (Ik i ha...
Hello to you who's reading this! I am the author of "My Living Nightmare rewritten" By me SummerRose572 On wattpad! I've revamped this Yt ac
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Pinkspiderfluff is an artist on DeviantArt. [GIF] [DEVIATION] Welcome to my Deviantart Page! Here i post Fanfic Art about my fanfic novels
NEW ART OF BILL & RIAA AHHH OMG HES SO GORGEOUS I LOVE HOW I RENDERED HIS FACE AHHHHH🙈👀💕
Context of this art piece i made. Bill is seen kissing Ria but the twist— this specific moment of romantic intimacy isn't just love. But his sadistic lust craving for that spark to encourage the monster within.Want to see more art like this? Consider following me on all platformss!!!
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sooo you should make bill kaulitz x reader smut on here (yes im deprived) or honestly whatever you want of Bill i just need this man as you can clearly tell😋 also i think ive seen you wattpadd
Dw thats what i'm here for fixing the deprived 🙌i'm already writing a spicy scenario it's so fucking hot trust theres tons of kinks in it but im not spoiling also you definitely should check my wattpad out! i have an entire novel im working on! Also if you look further down on my page i have some smuts and art work!!🫶💕
SYPNOSIS: When Y/N is in line for the club, she finds herself fixated on a man in his black sports car. When Bill catches her he calls her out, leaving her flustered. As the night progressed she found herself thinking about him more and more, checking the entry to see if he'd come inside, just as she lost hope she bumped into someone very familiar.
A/N: if you want to be tagged or i accidently missed your tag comment on my pinned masterlist <3
creds for divider: @kodaswrld
WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, teasing, mentions of alcohol
I was outside of a nightclub, waiting to be let in. I was smoking a cigarette and chatting to my friend, the people around us drunk and impatient. I scanned the area around me, when someone caught my eye.
A man in a black sports car, his arm resting on the window sill of the car. He had a black beanie, a few facial piercings, a black muscle tank on and a few necklaces on his neck, dangling down to his chest. He arrived early, waiting for his friends to show up, waiting in his car.
His eyes met mine, he smirked slightly, revealing a glint of his tongue piercing as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "Guck ruhig, süße (keep looking honey)," he called out, his German accent evident as he spoke. I immediately blushed, knowing it was directed towards me. I looked away, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Hey, you ok?" my friend chuckled, her eyes wandering to wherever I was looking. "Ohhh you've been looking at that guy huh, you got a little thing for him?" she chuckled, teasing me. I rolled my eyes and smirked, "oh shut up, he's just attractive that's all," she chuckled and walked into the club when it was finally our turn to get in.
As we walked in we were immediately greeted with loud, booming music and bright lights, drunk people flailing around and dancing. I walked over to the bar, ordering a simple dirty martini and finding my friend again, I stood by the dancefloor and bobbed my head to the music, talking casually to her.
As the night went on, I found myself frequently glancing back at the entrance, curious about the man in the black sports car. I sighed and figured he probably went to another club with his friends, doubting I'd ever see him again.
That was until I turned around, walking around to find the bar, my head a little hazy from the amount of drinks I'd had. I accidently bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink all over my top. "scheiße.." the man I bumped into cursed under his breath, wiping his hands on his jeans.
Suddenly, the same piercing gaze from the parking lot locked onto me, it was him. The man from the car. My eyes widened and I just stared at him. He chuckled and looked down at my stained top, his gaze lingering a little too long on my chest.
"Sorry about that schatz.." a smirk played on his lips, stepping closer to me, placing his large hand on my shoulder. His voice was low, barely audible over the pounding music. "Let me buy you a new drink gorgeous," he said, holding out his hand for me to take. I took his hand and followed him to the bar, turning around and looking at my friend as she was silently cheering for me. I smiled and turned back, sitting on the barstool with him.
"Sooo..I found you again my little admirer," he spoke up, flagging the waiter. I blushed and covered my face in embarrassment, "oh shut up! That was so embarrassing.." I whined. He chuckled and ordered me a vodka redbull, a whiskey for him. He turned to face me, his knees brushing against mine under the bar, his leg casually resting against mine, "I'm Bill.." he extended a hand.
I giggled and shook his hand, "I'm y/n," his gaze intensified as he held my hand a moment longer than necessary, his thumb lightly grazing my knuckles. He leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble in my ear, "nice to meet you, y/n. I can't lie, I've been watching you all night," my eyes widened slightly, "really..? That's funny because I've been looking for you all night," I chuckled nervously, "I figured."
After a few more drinks my head started to become hazy. I smirked and looked over at him as he stood up, slightly wobbling and holding his hand out, "let's dance schatzi, cmon," he nodded his head over to the dancefloor.
As I took his hand he pulled me up from the stool, his hand wrapping around my waist as he lead me onto the crowded dancefloor, drunk, horny bodies dancing together. The music was loud and fast paced but he moved with me with effortless grace, his hands possessive on my hips.
I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder, bringing my hands up and behind me to wrap them around his neck. Bill's hands slid down to grip my thighs as I danced, his touch bold and unapologetic. He nuzzles into my neck, his skin against mine as he inhaled my scent. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, "you smell divine.." I smirked and kept dancing, softly grinding on him.
His breath hitched, his grip tightening on my thighs. He grinded back against me, his boner evident through his pants. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, "let's get out of here, y/n.." his voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument.
I nodded and practically ran with him outside, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend a quick, "he's taking me home, wish me luck," I looked back and spotted her, she was already all over a guy, too busy to hear her phone going off.
I smirked and got into his car, his movements rushed and jerky as he got into the drivers seat. He started the engine, the car roaring to life as he pulled out of his parking spot, driving to his house on the outskirts of the city. His chest heaved as he raced down the highway, his foot pushing harder on the gas pedal.
The night air was cool against my flushed skin, his eyes focused on the road, his gaze occasionally flicking to me. When we finally arrived he quickly parked in the long driveway.
I unbuckled my seat belt and before I could even react Bill was by my side in an instant, in one swift motion, he lifted me out of the car, pulling me flush against his toned chest. His eyes gleamed with mischief and barely restrained hunger as he carried me bridal style toward the houses imposing front door.
He shouldered the door open, carrying me inside and kicking the door shut behind him. He carried me straight to his bedroom, his boots clomping heavily on the hardwood floors as he hurried to his room, not wanting to waste another second.
He threw me down on his king sized bed, the plush comforter enveloping me. Standing tall over me, he slowly shed his shirt, revealing his sweaty, toned chest. He then crawled onto the bed, inching closer to me, his hands moving to each side of my head, caging me in. His intense gaze roving my face, zeroing in on my parted lips.
Bills face inches closer, his warm breath mingling with mine. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, he pressed his mouth to mine in a searing, possessive kiss. His lips moved against mine with confident precision, his tongue slipping inside to dance with mine.
"Bill.." I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. He growled softly against my lips, his body pressing urgently against mine. His hands slid under my shirt, his calloused fingers leaving tingling trails on my skin as they map the contours of my torso.
He broke the kiss momentarily to tug my shirt up and off, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands reached for my bra, but instead of unhooking it he simply ripped it apart, leaving me stunned, he was too impatient to be slow and gentle. The fabric teared loudly as he discarded the ruined garment to the side. His gaze raked over my exposed breasts, his breath coming faster as he took in the sight, "fuck.." he mumbled, diving his head down and planting rough kisses onto my chest.
His lips blazed a trail of fervent kiss downward, his tongue swirling around one hardened nipple, earning a small moan from me. Upon hearing my reaction he smirked, drawing it between his teeth, biting down gently. His hands palmed the swell of my breasts almost reverently, kneading the soft flesh.
His lips and hands slowly made their way down my body, then finding my jean covered pussy. His teasing lips hover mere inches from my clothed mound as he deftly unbuttoned my jeans. With a devious smirk, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked both jeans and panties down my legs.
"Stop teasing!" I whined, arching my back as if to seek any sort of pleasure. He chuckled, the sound low and menacing as he continued to tease. He decided to put me out of my misery, sliding closer in between my thighs and wrapping each arm around one of my thighs, dragging me closer to him.
"I'll give you what you want, but first, I want to hear you beg.." he murmured, his piercing eyes looking up at me. I bit my lip, a small whine exiting my mouth, "please...please Bill...eat my pussy...stop fucking teasing me!" I was breathless, desperate, flushed, my body radiating with non stop arousal.
At my desperate plea, Bill's eyes darkened with lust. Without warning, he buried his face between my thighs, his tongue delving deep into my soaked folds. He licked and sucked at my most sensitive areas, earning loud and desperate moans from me. His nose bumped against my clit with each pass. "Mmh...so good.." he grumbled, eating me out like a starved man.
His tongue worked overtime, his fingers spreading my lips wide as he devoured my pussy. He ate me out relentlessly, his mouth making obscene sounds as he slurped and gulped down my juices. His nose was buried in my folds, his breath hot against my clit as he sucks it into his mouth.
The sensation of his tongue piercing against my sensitive clit sent me spiralling into ecstasy. My hands grabbed at his hair, trying to hold him in place as he continued his ruthless assault on my pussy. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open for his devouring mouth. "God..this pussy is so fucking good, so sweet..." he grunted.
"Keep going, fuck!" I moaned loudly, feeling his arms wrap around my thighs tighter, pinning them down as he redoubled his efforts. His mouth and tongue moved furiously against my wet hear, I could literally see stars from how good it was, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, letting out strings of loud, pleasured moans.
The sounds of my moans and the wet, sloppy noises of him eating my core filled the room, driving us both closer to the edge. His hardened cock ached in his pants, begging to be freed.
"Yess! 'M close, keep going!" I yelped, his fingers joined his mouth, slipping inside me as his tongue concentrated on my swollen nub. He pistoned his digits in and out of me, curling them upward to rub against that spot deep inside.
His eyes lifted to watch my face as I fell apart for him, sweat lined my forehead and my eyebrows had scrunched up in a pleading expression and my eyes were rolled back, my mouth slightly agape. He relished in the pleasure he was causing me, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He curled his fingers harder against my sweet spot and sucked my clit into his mouth with increased pressure, my orgasm rapidly approaching.
My toes curled and dug into the sheets, my hands fisted the sheets and I let out a scream, my orgasm crashing down. As I convulsed and screamed through my release, Bill lifted his glistening face, watching hungrily as waves of pleasure wracked my body. "Good girl..such a good girl.." he purred approvingly, His hands quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.
He climbed back up my body and planted soft kisses on my face and neck, "time for the main course baby.." he chuckled, capturing my lips in a rough kiss. Bill loomed over me, his hard cock pressed urgently against my thigh, "are you ready baby...not too sensitive?" he asked softly, trying to make sure I wasn't too out of it.
I nodded softly, I was already over the affects of my prolonged orgasm. At my confirmation a devilish (see what i did there ehfhhewehhheeh) spread across Bill's face, giving him the green light. He positioned himself between my legs, the thick head of his cock prodding urgently at my entrance.
Bill's jaw clenched as he slowly inched forward, his thick shaft stretching me wide. He pushed deep, giving me time to adjust to his size. His breath hisses out through gritted teeth as he feels my tightness engulfing him. "Fuckkk.." he groaned, starting to move.
He set a slow pace at first before gradually quickening his pace, he groaned deeply with each thrust, his hips rolling, driving into me with purposeful strokes. One hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he pounded into me. The other reached up to palm my breast, rolling and tugging at my nipple.
The sensation of him playing with my nipples added another wave of pleasure, my back arching and soft moans escaping my lips. Bills movements became more urgent, his thrusts harder and faster as he chased his own release, "look at me baby..look at me while I fucking destroy this slutty cunt," he demanded, sliding his hand up and gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
My vision was blurred slightly but I could still see the undeniable possession and lust in his eyes. The bed creaked beneath us, keeping time with his passionate movements. He leaned down to capture my mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing my whiny moans as he drove into me over and over.
I whimpered against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck for more security. He broke the kiss to look down at me, his eyes blazing with desire. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, making me yelp, "ahh! Bill!" I whined, the force of his thrust sent me scrambling up the bed, my back hitting the headboard.
He chuckled, "sorry baby.." he dragged me back and captured my lips in another heated kiss, pounding into me once more. "Fuck..you're so tight schatzi.." he grumbled. I let out a particularly loud moan when his tip directly hit my g spot, the sound of my moan spurred Bill on, his movements becoming even more brutal.
He grabbed both my thighs and pulled me closer, pounding into me with reckless abandon, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. He detached a hand from my thigh and reached in between my legs, rubbing at my clit in time with his pistoning hips.
His cock pounding into me, grouped with him furiously rubbing my clit drove me into oblivion, I moaned loudly and came hard. A little stream of clear liquid spurted out of my pussy, really showing the intensity of my pleasure. His eyes widened as he saw this, the sight of me squirting was Bills breaking point.
With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself inside me and erupted, his thick cock pumping me full of his hot cum. He collapsed on top of me, our chests heaving in unison as we tried to calm down from such an intense orgasm. After a few minutes he lifted his head and placed a gentle peck on my lips, "you did so well baby..so proud.." he mumbled.
He rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow, his face flushed and sweat beaded. He leaned down to give me another soft kiss, this one lasting. A stark contrast to the passionate, borderline brutal love making we just shared. "Let's go for a shower and then we'll head to bed..yeah..?" he said, slightly panting.
I nodded softly and shakily slid off the bed, Bills arms wrapping around my waist to guide me.
2010!Tom and fem!reader are enemies, they have been for years (as long as they've known each other) and one day they're fighting as usual but they both go too far and it ended in violence. they don't speak for about a week and it doesn't effect either of them, but one night tom randomly has a wet dream about her. he can't tell anyone but that dream brings new feelings alive and everytime he sees her or she's mentioned it turns him on.. finally they talk again, its an angry interaction but there’s a lot of physical touching and he has her in sexually suggestive positions (like pinned against the wall, face inches from hers, etc) finally he accidentally says he has feelings and it ends in them yk :33
I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE?! I TRUST YOU WILL EXECUTE THIS BEAUTIFULLY AS ALWAYS
Fierce Flames of Rivalry
PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader
CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF (tiny bit)
SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are enemies, they've hated each other for years. At a party, Tom steals shots from Y/N and her friends, causing a brawl to happen. After a particularly vivid wet dream, feelings he never knew he had for Y/N started to surface, he couldn't keep her out of his mind..
A/N: IM BACK AGAINDJDSFSD
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT I LOVE U ANON
divider creds: @bbyg4rlhelps
WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, violence, lots of yelling, blood mentions (not a lot)
Me and Tom had hated each other for YEARS. For as long as I knew him I fucking despised him. We argued over the stupidest things, we got annoyed at each other for the slightest things. Everyone around us knew us as enemies, knowing we'd explode at each other. They found it funny, cute almost, my friends always shipped us, said we were perfect for each other.
I always disagreed, but in the back of my mind...the possibility hung, beckoning me almost to give it a try..
One day we were both at the same party, I was with my girlfriends, dancing and having fun. We gravitated towards the kitchen island where all the drinks were, bottles of hard liquor scattered.
Tom and his crew stood at the end of the island, he was nursing a beer, his shirt dishevelled, showing a slight glimpse of his toned chest. He stared at me through blazing eyes, as if I was the worst person on earth.
I poured my friends some shots, shouting and celebrating. Tom stalked over with his friends and grabbed the shots from my hands, downing them himself. His friends laughed alongside him as if he was the funniest guy ever for pulling this immature shit. He then turned to me with a smirk, his piercing gaze cold and challenging.
"Oops.." he pouted mockingly, my girlfriends gasped behind me in outrage, murmuring angrily. He tried to walk past me but I blocked him with my shoulder, "oh you think that's funny huh? You're a fucking comedian?" I mocked, eyeing him up and down.
He caught himself, staring at me for a moment. His expression darkened almost immediately, jaw clenching. "Move out of the fucking way.." he growled, towering over me menacingly.
"Cmon..it's not worth it.." one of my girlfriends said, grabbing my shoulder. I quickly shoved her hand off, "no, this piece of shit needs to be taught a fucking lesson, you can't fuck with me and think you can fucking get away with it.." I said, staring at him the whole time.
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched me stand my ground, his friends falling silent behind him. A cruel smirk slowly spread across his face as if he found my defiance amusing. "Oh yeah, princess? And..tell me, enlighten me on how you're planning to teach me this so called lesson?" he challenged, stepping closer intentionally, thinking he was scaring me with his height.
"Look at little miss high and mighty..aww, trying to act tough. What are you gonna do, hit me? Slap me like a little bitch?" he chuckled mockingly, deliberately invading my personal space. "Come on then, try it.." he chuckled and looked at his friends behind him, pointing to me as if I was beneath him.
Before he could react, I drew my hand back and punched him in his jaw, hard. The room instantly fell silent, his friends stopped laughing instantly. He staggered back slightly from the impact, his hand immediately going to his jaw, a red mark already forming from where my knuckled connected.
"What..gonna cry? Don't challenge someone if you don't know their strength, princess.." I used the name to degrade him, just as he did with me. His face turned red with rage and..embarrassment..? No one had ever hit him before, especially not a woman. He took his jacket off angrily and threw it aside. His voice was low and deadly when he spoke, "you just made a huge fucking mistake.." he growled.
We started screaming at each other, fighting over the shot incident. "You're a fucking bitch!" he shouted, running his hand through his braids, blood tricking from the corner of his mouth. Even in a heat of rage I could admit seeing him like this was kinda...hot.
"Fucking bitch...what he hell makes you think you can just.." he was seething with anger, his typically controlled demeanour crumbling. Without warning he grabbed my wrist forcefully, "you wanna fucking punch me? HUH?!" he yelled in my face. His friends behind him cheered him on, egging him on to 'teach me a lesson'. He gripped my wrist tighter and pulled me closer, I squirmed in his grip and kept screaming in his face.
I clawed at him, everything felt like it went in slow motion. We both went at each other, becoming a blur of fists, hair pulling and harsh words. Toms shirt was torn, his lip was bleeding and he had scratches down his face from my long nails.
I wasn't faring much better, my dress was ripped and my hair was messy, and I had red marks on my cheek. Everyone realized how serious it was getting, one of the hosts grabbed me roughly and his friend grabbed him too, trying to break us up. "NO! LET ME AT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" I struggled against the guys grip.
Tom was equally enraged, struggling against his friends hold, "FUCK! LET ME GO! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HER!" he managed to break free momentarily, lunging at me again. The host holding me had to pin my arms behind my back to stop me from hitting him back.
His friend managed to grab him again, forcing him to sit down and chill. I screamed a few more insults before giving up. Tom was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with anger as his friends gave him some water, talking to him, trying to bring him back but all he could focus on was me.
The room was fucking chaos, broken glass and torn pieces of our clothes everywhere. People were shouting, and the music had been turned off completely. My friends rushed to my aid, the host scolded tom, "what the hell is wrong with the both of you?! You could've ruined this whole fucking party over some stupid argument!" Tom just scowled, not saying a word. The host sighed heavily and stormed off, turning the music back on and screaming for everyone to continue partying.
A week had passed and the tension between us was palpable. In class I would catch him glaring at me from across the room. This was the longest we had gone without fighting and everyone was surprised and shocked to say the least. But it didn't affect either of us, we were glad not to talk to each other, we did in fact hate each other.
One night as Tom slept in bed, images of me haunted him in his dreams. Tom woke up with a start, his head racing and the sheets beneath him damp. The dream had been intense, we were back at the party but instead of fighting we were kissing passionately, and he was fucking me against the wall.
His hand was still gripping the sheets tightly, his dick painfully hard. "...Fuck.." he muttered to himself. While Tom had dreamt about shoving you against walls and fighting you one minute, the next minute he would dream about pushing you onto his bed and fucking you senseless. He didn't understand these new feelings..he was confused. One minute he hated you, then the next he wanted to kiss you and hold you..fucking you until you screamed his name.
For the next few days, everytime he saw me his heart would race and he'd almost get a slight flush on his face. I caught him throughout the week staring at me and when I caught him, his eyes wouldn't go cold and he wouldn't glare at me, they would just widen and he would turn away quickly. "Strange.." I thought, turning back to do my work.
Tom realized that everytime he saw me laugh or bend over to pick up my books, his pants would feel tighter. He would find himself staring ar your lips when you talked, or watching your ass as you walked up the stairs. He seemed to be everywhere I was.
He finally had enough, he showed up at my apartment, his fist pounding angrily against the wood. He was confused, frustrated and horny as hell. The dreams and unwanted thoughts had pushed him to his breaking point. When I cracked the door open slightly he didn't give me a chance to speak.
He pushed the door open, speaking up, "we need to talk.." he muttered impatiently, his eyes meeting mine. I scoffed and stepped aside, letting him inside. "You're so fucking stubborn, you know? You act like I'm the problem when you're just as bad!" he turned around, his words like venom.
My eyes widened in surprise, "are you fucking kidding me? You really wanna fucking show up and start accusing me of all this shit? You're the fucking problem, you always get on my fucking nerves!" I screamed at him, stalking closer. I pointed a finger at him angrily, "you're such a manipulative asshole.." our eyes locked, the fire igniting, roaring, begging to be set free.
He stepped closer, his voice rising to match mine. "I'm the fucking problem?! YOU'RE ALWAYS FUCKING PUSHING MY BUTTONS! You think I like this?! I hate you!" his chest was heaving, his face flushed with anger and something else..something he couldn't quite understand.
As we screamed at each other some more he slowly backed me up against the wall. He finally snapped, my backed slammed against the wall as he pushed his body against mine, smashing his lips into mine.
He bit my bottom lip, making me gasp and giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. My hands fisted his shirt, pushing him away one second but then pulling him closer the next.
Between kisses his snarled against my lips, "I fucking hate you.." he grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging hard as he mauled at my neck. "You're annoying, you're stubborn, you're fucking beautiful and I can't stop thinking about you!" he panted, "I hate that you're so hot when you're mad..I hate that I like fighting with you..god I hate that I like you so much.." he accidently confessed his feelings.
When he realized his eyes widened and he stuttered trying to save his ass, "shut up..shut up and kiss me again," I growled. He didn't need to be told twice. His lips crashed back onto mine, harder this time. He pushed his body against mine against, letting me feel how much he wanted me. He was angry, frustrated and horny, he wanted you to know it all.
He suddenly lifted me up, his hands gripping my ass as he walked over to my bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and crawled up my body, his hands were rough and hurried as he pulled off my shirt, practically ripping off my bra along with it. Then he took off his own.
He kissed me aggressively while unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them down my legs along with my underwear. He hoisted my legs over his shoulder and he immediately dived down.
His tongue attached onto my clit, working relentlessly. I moaned loudly, sliding my hand down and gripping onto his braids. He licked and sucked with a ferocity that matched his anger and desire. He gripped my thighs tightly, spreading me wider as he buried his face between my legs. His moans vibrated against my sensitive flesh, making me squirm and gasp.
Loud, desperate moans left my mouth as I threw my head back in pleasure. He lapped at me hungrily, tasting my arousal. He slid to fingers deep inside me, fucking me with them roughly. He growled, the sound muffled against my pussy. He looked up at me, watching me fall apart under his touch.
He hit every spot as he curled his fingers inside me, making me see stars. His tongue circled my clit in tightly circles while his fingers pumped in and out of me rapidly. He could feel me getting closer, could hear the needy sounds escaping my lips. "Oh tom..." I whimpered, tugging at his braids tighter. "Keep going, holy shit it's so good!" I begged, "cum on my tongue baby.." he smirked.
He lifted his head just enough to speak against my sensitive flesh, his fingers still moving inside me. "Shit..you taste so fucking good..I could eat this pussy all day and night." His dirty talk only intensified as he went back down, sucking harder on my clit.
"Look at how wet you are for me..your pussy is soaking my fingers and tongue.." he groaned, lapping up my juices, "you love it when I fucking eat you..huh? Fucking slut.." he smirked and dove back in.
I rolled my eyes back, moaning his name over and over as if it was a prayer. Hearing my loud moans only spurred him on. He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he curled his fingers inside me to hit that spot over and over. The sight of me coming undone was driving him crazy with desire, "that's it baby..cum.." he growled.
"TOM!" I screamed, my pussy clamping viciously onto his fingers as my orgasm crashed down. "Jesus.." he muttered. He watched me fall apart, my back arching off the bed, my breasts bouncing slightly. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean.
As I sighed and laid back he chuckled darkly, "you think I'm done..? Done with this pretty pussy already?" He kicked off his own pants and boxers, his hard cock springing free. It bobbed as he crawled closer, leaning down and kissing my neck roughly, trailing open mouthed kisses. He bit and suck marks onto my skin as he positioned himself between my thighs.
He moved from my neck to my lips, kissing me passionately. Our lips moved against each others desperately, my hands resting on his face. I let out a shuddered gasp against his lips as he entered me.
He pushed into me slowly, his thick length stretching me wide. He groaned deeply, feeling my tightness envelop him. "God damn it..I love this pussy... so addicted.." he began to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. "Take it baby..take all of it.." he murmured against my lips.
We made out aggressively as his cock pounded in and out of me, he swallowed all of my moans, whispering dirty words against my lips. He kept kissing me fiercly, his tongue dominating me mouth as his hips snapped forward brutally.
"Such a good girl..taking my cock so well.." he gripped my hair tightly, angling my head to deepen the kiss further as he fucked me mercilessly. He migrated his lips back to my neck, leaving dark purple hickeys everywhere, claiming me as his.
His pace quickened at my loud moans. His cock jackhammered into me repeatedly, the bed shaking with each thrust. "Jesus.." he smirked against my neck, "you're so loud..do you have any idea how sexy you look getting railed?" his dirty talk only increased my moans.
He growled and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling my legs higher against his chest, changing the angle. He slammed into me even harder, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "Like that baby..? You like how fucking hard you're taking me..?" he smirked, kissing me roughly again.
I felt my orgasm build up quickly with how his tip kept hitting my cervix, his shaft continously rubbing against my g spot. He could tell I was getting close by how my pussy clenched around him urgently. He quickened the pace and slid his hand down in between our bodies to rub my clit. He rubbed it in tight, fast circles, "you're so close baby..so wet for me.." he groaned against my lips, hitting all the right spots.
After one last hard thrust my orgasm hit me like a train, I screamed out his name just like before and gasped, my legs trembling as my orgasm washed over me. Feeling my pussy clamp down on him like a vice, Tom lost control. He roared my name as he came hard inside me, his hot seed filling me. His body shook with the intensity of his release as he continued to grind against me, milking every drop.
"Fuck.." he collapsed beside me, both our chests heaving as we tried to calm down from the mind blowing orgasms we just had. "Jesus christ.." I sighed. He chuckled breathlessly, "yeah that was fucking intense.." he slowly pulled out.
He looked down at me, panting heavily. "You okay beautiful..?" he smiled softly, a kind of fondess I'd never seen from him. I nodded softly and rolled onto his chest, closing my eyes.
Pairing: 2010!Bill Kaulitz x Victoria Secret model!Reader
Story: reader was walking with a skimpy pink lace set and it got Bill riled up, and your walk wasn’t helping.
Warnings!!: Smut, a little bit of manhandling, pet names, p in v, unprotected s, masochist Bill, reader being fucked dumb, Simp!Bill, dom!Bill x sub!reader, overstimulating, and breeding kink.
It was a normal evening in the Tokio Hotel rooms. The hotel rooms TV finally got cable after Gustav had to fix the TV’s antennas four times. Then Bill had to change it to the VS runway show that was in Milan because that sucker missed his girlfriend. Tom was nagging Georg about what eat and the room was a mess. All that Bill was thinking about was his girlfriend. Gosh he was such a simp.
When it was finally your turn to walk down he thought you were gonna walk in something stupid like last time, it was a lingerie piece that had hand prints on them and Bill didn’t like them one bit. But this piece was different. It was lace. A soft shade of pink, and it hugged you in ALL the right ways. It wasn’t the only thing that was tight that evening. His pants were too.
The tent grew more and more as you walked down and how much more could he take before wanting to jump through a TV screen. The red pigment crawled up his face like a desire and he grew more anxious just like his pants. His knee was bouncing so much he started to hallucinate that it was you on his—let’s not let his mind wander too much.
He covered it with a pillow but gosh was it hurting so badly. He needed you. It’s times like this he wished you didn’t leave. The night before you came back he was ready. The apartment you two shared was cleaned, no more of that faint smell of burgers and pizza grease, and no more of Tom, Georg, or Gustav.
Once you got back home you dropped your bags expecting to be greeted by your boyfriend but instead you hear music. Sensual music. In fact it was the song you guys first had sex to. So now you knew Bill’s plan but you never expected it to end the way it did.
You left your bags at the door and then you saw it. Bill laying on the bed half naked and waiting for you on your guys’ bed. You felt the urge to laugh but something in you made you stop. He looked pissed off. So much so that even you got a little intimidated by his new attitude.
He looked up at you and you felt the room go cold. The type of cold that made your neck hairs stand up with renewed intensity. “Bill?” You managed to croak out. It came more as a little chirp than a question. His chocolate brown eyes met yours and suddenly your knees felt weak. He lifted himself up to the headboard of the bed and his hands signaled you to come further. His eyes followed your hips as his erected member was taunting you.
“Come closer, Liebe. I don’t bite.” His words bit your ears like a bitch. But even then you came closer to him and he harshly grabbed you. With a yelp he grabbed your hand and placed it against his hard-on. “This was all from you. Now you have to help me.” His words rained off of his lips like a cloud filled with water. It drew you in more than you could’ve hoped.
“Bill…what are you doing?”
His signature smirk and eyebrow raised with the sentence. “You walked in the small little piece of clothing and think you won’t get punished? You really thought wrong baby.” He didn’t even have to say anything til your shorts were somewhere thrown somewhere in the room along with your panties that was ripped off and your shirt that was half on.
You were holding on to life itself. Bill wasn’t soft. You could barely hear the song that was playing on Bill’s iPhone 7 but you could hear his strong grunts with a mix with your moans with the sound of skin on skin was filling the cramped room. He then roughly grabbed you and threw you on top of his chest only to shove you down on his cock. Your thighs were burning from the hardness of Bill’s hand making you grind on him and honestly Bill was also overstimulating himself. It hurt but nothing made him harder than getting hurt during sex.
The squeal of your tired cunt everytime Bill rammed into it felt like euphoria running through your skin. Going as hard as he could, he kept ramming into you until he came inside. You squirmed in his arms while he pumped your walls white with his children. Your legs were shaking while they were still held up by Bill’s shoulders, littered with bites and hickeys as he fingered you full again.
You don’t even remember all the positions he had you in, but what you did know is that you were wrecked. His eyes were clouded with tiredness as he kept rocking his hips in and out of your squelching cunt, overstimulating both of you.
His words were thick with love, tiredness, and his German accent while saying things like, “you did so well for me”, “your cunt is so warm”, and “I can’t wait for you to get pregnant”, now that one was a reach, but you were too foggy you argue.
BILL KAULITZ SMUT RECOMMENDATION!!! 💋 & 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐓❦
Chp.6 "Cola Pepsi Bill Kaulitz Sexy" From my first written novel "My Living nightmare" This chapter is available!
In this image contains a character by the name of Ria. Ria finds herself captivated within Bill's embrace and they share a symbiotic toxic sadistic-masochistic bond.
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could you maybe do a bill x fem reader (smut), bill was away because of tour for awhile which made the reader very needy for him and kept calling him about it but he only teased her, once he finally got back he acted all clueless and reader was just whining and whining until he finally gave her what she wanted, but degrading her because of how impatient and needy she was without him, also if it could be humanoid city tour bill id be very glad 👀👀👀
in between need and spoiled whining.
2010 bill kaulitz x non famous fem reader. | third person pov.
requested: yes! | words: 7,2k. | characters: 40,4k.
cw: established relationship, sub fem reader, dom bill kaulitz; use of cigarrettes, mentions of alcohol, really explicit and vulgar language, non-safe sex, mean bill? he’s kinda mean… nsfw (really REALLY rough sex, slight choking, dirty talking, spitting, degrading, brat taming? piss? omg this is a mess who wrote this– )
a/n: my first request! thank you, anon! i had so much fun writing this! i'm really sorry in advance— i think I went a little overboard with this... (see the cw!) as always, feedback is very much welcome. thanks again, anon, for requesting this. <3
god i wish he could spit in my mouth and slap me— WHO SAID THAT—
the ‘welcome to humanoid city tour’ was a massive success. ticket sales were skyrocketing at huge arenas across europe, shattering previous records along with the quality of the performances and the props used to create that sci-fi and post-apocalyptic vibe, were giving people and the critics plenty to talk about. the final date of the european tour was that night, in france, in paris— the city of love, romance, and an unforgettable night for the band tokio hotel, since after that they wouldn’t be back on the road in the tour bus for another two weeks. the band’s success was undeniable, with such a progressive concept and a fanbase that remained loyal despite everything, supporting the four friends from magdeburg.
however, what was a successful night and another great concert for the guys, for you… was something completely different.
the loneliness of the bed in the apartment you shared with the younger twin in hamburg felt colder than any other nights. even though the starry sky and its nocturnal blanket covered the city, the coldness of the walls could be felt and seeped right into your skin. the white sheets were disheveled, fallen to one side of the king-size bed. loving bill kaulitz was easy, but missing him… missing him was becoming painful, since you weren’t that involved in the band’s activities, even though the two of you had been dating for a year.
it had been a pure chance that the two of you had met at that café where you served—in the most clichéd way—cups of american coffee, even lattes, always smelling of caramel, sugar, and whipped cream. well, it was a private building, a huge apartment complex where he owned a second property for hiding. and the contrast with your low-key life where you were working part-time and trying to fund your university studies, was completely different from what he did full-time and what his whole life was: a rock star.
all it took was just that exchange of glances, the moment when you handed him his regular black americano and your fingers brushed lightly with his long, ring-adorned hand, the connection was instant, and that’s when his excuses to see you every day began.
the turning point had come late, well into the night, just minutes before your shift ended, you guessed why he was there. because he had finally found someone to share something with—something that wasn’t just screams and a request for a photo together with an autograph. it was a simple night that turned into a daily routine of coffee and deep conversations about life and the world that made him realize you didn’t see him as an unattainable celebrity, but as just another human being who needed a very deserved deep breath amidst the suffocation. the friction of that emotional intimacy inevitably turned physical, needless to say, one thing led to another, and from a quickie in the employee break room, your low-key life ended up becoming the secret girlfriend of one of the rising rock stars of the time.
and now there you were, a year after that reality, lying there wearing nothing but panties and a tank top in the solitude of his apartment, missing him with a frown and a pout on your lower lip. because his absence stood out in the silence; it was everything about him that made you miss him so much. it wasn’t just the soft things: his raspy laughter or his jokes, his deep midnight conversations or his kisses, the cuddles when you fell asleep together spooning or helping each other prepare lunch.
no; your body missed his dark side. you missed the addictive way his slender fingers wrapped around your neck and squeezed when you reached climax; it was when you felt him stretch you open and whisper words of encouragement against your half-open mouth as you gasped and moaned for more. it was the abrupt way he ended up slamming his hips against yours as he took you and overstimulated you until you cried when he lost his temper.
you missed him so much. and the tour was the only thing keeping you away from him, and it was driving you utterly insane.
it was past midnight on a chilly thursday in april. the dim lights in the master room barely illuminated it, giving the space a more intimate feel but, at the same time, claustrophobic. you squinted at the screen of your first-generation iphone, swiping your finger across it as you looked at the only name worth anything at that moment in your contact list: bill’s number and his little private nickname glowed in bold letters, as if tempting you to call him.
the last few weeks had been intense; the sexual tension between you both meant that the lack of action in bed was taking its toll, but especially on you making you irritable, more than you usually are. you bit your thumbnail, feeling uncertain. was it wise, selfish to call him now, after such a tiring and demanding show in front of thousands of people?
one of your manicured nails scraped against the matte black plastic and worn out of the phone case like a nervous tic. and without thinking, the tip of your thumb was already pressing the dial button, calling bill and pressing the phone against your ear. the sound of your body sliding across the sheets is the only thing echoing. the concert must have ended at least an hour ago, and he should be available, right? your left fingers play with the edge of your panties; your thumb and index finger pinch the fabric.
it rings once, twice, three times… the moment feels like an eternity.
“yeah?” bill’s voice sounds tired, but hearing it on the other end of the line, it seems as though a crooked smile is playing on his lips; somehow, you can tell he’s smiling. “oh, my love– i wasn’t expecting your call… ah, i would have loved to see you in the crowd. the energy in paris was absolute madness for our final show.”
you bite your lower lip you could taste the metallic tang of iron, and without meaning to, a soft whimper escapes your lips– how dare he? pretending to be innocent and so casual about something that was already pretty clear? whining in explicit messages, sending him teasing and high-angle photos of your body, begging him for attention… and getting nothing back but emojis and simple 'lol's was completely infuriating.
“bill…” your voice came out high-pitched, accompanying the pronunciation of his name like a prayer. the index and middle fingers of your left hand soon slid beneath the fabric of your panties, playing among your folds and gently rubbing over the little red, swollen button between your legs.
“… when are you coming home?” you asked softly, trying to hide the little moans stuck in your throat as you spoke on the phone, sliding a finger in and out of your soaking wet canal, pulling it out only to put it back “i’ve been waiting so long for you… weeks without you have been horrible…” you bite your lower lip, hoping the speaker won’t pick up the squelching sound.
“oh, really? and why is that, gorgeous?” he asks softly. that velvety tone, honeyed voice. you could detect a hint of mockery, a tiny spark of malice in his tone. he was teasing you, he was enjoying your suffering.
on the other end of the line, you hear the zippo lighter clicking open and closed several times, along with the inhalation of what you assume is a cigarette. he is smoking. suddenly, you craved that too: you miss the feeling of marlboro smoke escaping his lips and exhaled directly to your mouth, the pout that follows on your lips before he crashed his lips against yours. you started whimpering again, pressing the phone against your ear in a white-knuckled grip.
“you know exactly why, bill… stop playing dumb,” you muttered again, letting out another shaky sound before your index finger met your middle finger and you moved in increasingly clumsy and messy motions inside yourself.
you were searching for that spongy spot between your tight, hot walls, moving faster and faster as your eyes closed tightly and your upper teeth dug into your lower lip until the sharp pain mingled with the pleasure, pushing you to the edge. the squelch, appetizing sound of your fingers thrusting was barely audible, but filled the quiet room.
“stop doing that.”
the glacial tone of his voice snaps you out of your trance. the silence drags on, freezing you on your place. what–? had he heard you? hesitantly, the movements of your fingers slow down until they come to a complete stop, fingers completely soaked in your fluids and trembling from the recent rapid movements, your left arm almost have that feeling of cramping up.
“do what? i’m… i’m not doing anything…” you tried to speak, but your voice failed you, coming out shaky and syrupy; your eyes stung with tears of sexual frustration that hadn’t quite fallen yet. you were burning with desire, from your belly to your mind; the need was turning into an uncontrollable wildfire, the burning embers of a forest fire that was becoming difficult to quell.
“don’t you dare lie to me.” the pauses he took while speaking made you tremble, but not with pleasure. it was a slight fear caused by the authoritative and possessive tone he took. by the way those words came out like a hiss from between his lips.
he was losing his patience, and you were playing games, walking a tightrope. it was tempting fate, testing and poking the devil, seeing if he would bite or not. “you know how much i hate it when you lie on my face.”
the sound of bill taking a long and deep exhale of smoke rattled into the receiver on the other end, sending a chill down your spine. your back arched, and your thighs rubbed against each other, knowing that your poor attempt to hide your pleasure had been in vain.
“i can hear you breathing, you know, sweetheart? hell, even from here, i can hear how soaked and pathetic you are when you move your hand,” he exclaimed, like a complaint, only it didn’t seem like one. he was terrifying calm. a real sob escaped your lips; you clenched the phone so hard against your cheek that the side of your face stung with pain as you pressed the phone harder and harder. “pull your hand out. now.”
“b-bill…” you shook your head, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. it was at that moment, when those words left his mouth, that you realized your fate was sealed. bill wasn’t going to take no for an answer, much less any disobedience on your part. you never stood a chance against him. somehow or other, you used to succumb to him so easily —despite having known each other for such a short time— that it was easy for him to read you… to him, you were an open book.
you heard him click his tongue against the roof of his mouth; that simple little sound made every fiber of your skin bristle, the hairs of your arms stand up.
“get your fingers out of there,” he muttered. you could hear the sound of leather creaking as it shifted; he was probably settling into his seat. “a whole month away on tour, and the absolute best you can do is call me up to finger yourself like a needy animal while listening to my voice? you are utterly pathetic, you know that?”
you didn’t know that on the other end he had that crooked and dark twisted smile, turned up at the corners, full of mockery and malice, but you sensed it. although what you did know it was that bill loved teasing you, tempting you, provoking you to get a reaction out of you when it came to foreplay. a gasp of humiliation escapes your lips as you hear him, because he was right.
since the tour across europe began, the last time you saw each other was exactly a month ago, during a two-day break he had in march. and since then, his schedule has been nonstop—rehearsals and concerts from one country to another, from one city to another—with limited rest in a small tour bus that smelled of testosterone and energy drinks, marlboro cigarettes, and deodorant.
“i’m not… i’m not pathetic,” you tried to murmur, your words falling into nothingness. there was nothing that could save you from the obvious. “please, bill. it hurts so much. you don’t know how hard it is to be alone in bed. i– please– tell me what to do, tell me what you’ll do to me when you get back, please…”
your pleas were lost amid the occasional and broken gasp; as soon as your fingertips once again reached that overwhelming sensation of filling your dripping, desperate entrance, small, treacherous tears were already escaping and wetting your cheeks as they slowly slid down your eyes.
“tch.” he cut off your pleas with another one of those clicks of his tongue. you heard the sound of his zippo lighter as it snapped shut; you can feel, even if he isn’t physically there with you, the clash of his menthol-laced breath and his cologne. woody notes, lavender, and something powdery—like the scent of his dior homme intense that used to linger on your skin when you hugged him, when you were close.
“do you miss me that much, baby?” his voice turned surprisingly honeyed, a velvety caress that made you roll your eyes right then and there, and your stomach drop. clinging to your phone and the voice coming from it as if it were your last lifeline, you nodded. “do you miss the way i fuck you until you cry? do you miss making so much goddamn noise that the building management threatens to evict us because you can’t keep your mouth shut?”
“bill, oh god–” your lips part slightly, the tingling sliding down your crotch like an electric current that makes you spasm and your walls clench. you can picture it, in detail, and vividly. your hand presses gently against the fabric of your panties, you purse your lips and try with all your might to obey his command. “y-yes… b-bill, please…”
“too bad.” his sudden voice cut off any trace of imagination and inspiration, stopping you in your tracks with your back arched and your hips in an awkward position. “learn to wait for me like a good girl, gorgeous. i’m arriving in hamburg tomorrow, but between label meetings and post-tour press … we’ll have to see if i can even find a spare hour to deal with such a spoiled, impatient little brat.”
“n-no!” you rolled over on the bed, suddenly falling onto your side and making a crash on the floor that he surely heard. it took you a second—which felt like an eternity—to adjust to your surroundings. with one hand, you brushed the stray hair from your face, and with the other, you grabbed the iphone that had bounced off the carpeted floor, cracking the screen and the case a little more in the process. “b-bill, wait! don’t–!”
the screen went black. the call has finally ended.
you felt it deep inside you, throbbing, pulsing in desperation just like the rest of your trembling body. you stared at your phone screen in frustration. the same screen that glowed, showing it was past midnight, and the wallpaper—a photo of bill in a candid looking beautifully backstage—made you growl in frustration as you remembered the reason for your current state.
face down, you dug your nails into the apartment’s dark carpet and muffled the scream of his name against the floorboards, cursing him over and over, hoping the neighbors wouldn’t hear your breakdown filled with sexual frustration and desperation.
the night was torturous, a sweltering hell between the silk sheets and the mattress that felt more uncomfortable than any of the previous nights. you got up earlier than usual a little bit after ten in the morning, going through your daily hygiene routine— brushing your teeth while adjusting the towel wrapped around your hair. you frowned as you looked at yourself in the mirror of the room’s shared bathroom, your head a whirlwind of emotions that kept spinning round and round.
you could see the dark circles under your eyes were a little more pronounced as you huffed, letting tiny droplets of the foam of the toothpaste fly out to the mirror glass— what did that bastard think he was playing at? you spat out the toothpaste in the sink and slammed the toothbrush down rather sharply; the plastic clattered against the ceramic holder where bill’s toothbrush was.
leaving the damp towel from your hair after drying it with aggressive, impatient strokes, you hung the towel back onto its minimalist metal ring, next to the huge mirror. you had to admit, taking a cold shower had been a relief despite the weather conditions that april morning.
but it wasn’t easy.
you could still feel that tingling, that sweet burning sensation between your thighs, throbbing as if it wanted you to keep stoking the fire, to pour gasoline on embers that were already waiting to blaze like the trojan horse. reluctantly, you had to find some distraction while you waited for whatever that morning had in store for you.
you threw on an old, heavily faded, and beautifully soft vintage t-shirt belonging to bill. an oversized charcoal-black piece featuring an archival, distressed logo from tokio hotel's prime days, old merch from, you assume, before you two even met— the thick cotton swallowed your frame entirely, hem resting mid-thigh.
your bare feet padded and guided you through the empty, silent hallways of the apartment toward the kitchen, where you automatically started the machine to brew coffee so the beans would start to filter through, and made some toast with butter and jam for breakfast.
the aroma was starting to feel familiar, cozy. a small glimmer of peace on that gray morning filled with thick clouds that seemed reluctant to let the sunlight through. leaning your hips against the gray marble bar with your cup between your fingers, you gazed absently at the sky and some of the city’s massive skyscrapers.
but nothing could fully capture your attention.
you could still hear bill’s authoritative voice on the phone; you could recall every breath, every gasp and tickling that traveled through your body down to your belly, making you squirm… now it all felt so distant, even though it had happened just a couple of hours ago. the coffee maker hissed slightly and that makes your head turn in that direction. you took the jar with your free hand and pour yourself the coffee carefully, trying to balance the weight of the pot as you pour the caffeine-packed drink for the day.
the took a slow sip of your mug, closing your eyes at the burning sensation in your lips. unconsciously, you slid one of your hands under the hem of your t-shirt to feel the silk fabric of your clean panties. bill’s words before he hung up were the only thing repeating in your mind, over and over in a loop. it was impossible not to react that way to him, because with every detail of his being—between gestures and words, even a fucking glaze— caused a thin layer of moisture to dampen your panties.
“asshole…” slips from your lips as you pout your lower lip and frown for the fifth time that morning, taking one last long, slow sip of your coffee.
then, you hear it.
beep, beep, beep… click.
the digital beep of the electronic lock echoed through the deathly silence at the front door. and there was only one other person in the entire building, besides you and the building security, who knew the combination. your heart seemed to do a 180-degree flip right then and there, and you didn’t know whether to move or say something. the only part of your body that could function was your head, which turned toward the door, your eyes wide open and your lips pressed into a thin line; your fingers trembled as they set the cup down on the bar.
“is anyone actually awake in here?” bill kaulitz’s unmistakable voice finally made its presence known, and it still felt foreign even after a month.
the sharp click of his designer heeled boots rattled on the wooden floor, accompanied by the metallic rattle of house keys and the dull thud of heavy luggage being dropped onto the limestone tiles. his voice had come out raspy, somewhat tired, and slightly baritone, carrying the weight of more than 30 shows on his shoulders.
you didn’t move, you didn’t react. you blended in with the furniture as you watched him arrive, perhaps in a state of absolute surprise to have him there, finally, in the flesh after so long.
“wow… what a warm welcome.”
his dark hair, slicked back, probably still had traces of the hairspray he used to keep it in place during hours and hours of rehearsals and performances. around his eyes, there were still traces of kohl, beneath his lashes and next to the dark circles caused by the lack of sleep he endured during those long, endless trips. he was drowning in a massively oversized black designer hoodie that slipped off his frame, exposing his razor-sharp pale clavicles and the constellation of natural moles decorating his throat. he wore spray-on skinny jeans in a heavily distressed, shredded charcoal denim that clung perfectly to his long, impossibly lean legs. the look was anchored by massive, high-top rick owens platform boots that lent him an imposing, otherworldly height.
you felt the tremor in your lower lip, which spread almost to your jaw. you couldn’t believe it. to have him there in front of you after a whole month of an absence that still felt embedded in the walls of the apartment. you could notice the brief moment when his brow furrowed, and the corners of his lips curved into that mocking smile that wanted to appear but—it wasn’t time yet.
rage coursed through your veins, bubbling like burning lava sliding down an erupting volcano. “a warm welcome? are you out of your goddamn mind, bill?” the question slips from your lips sharp enough, perhaps more than you intended, but that tone gave away your state. pure desperation, need transformed into rage, anger at having been deprived of a biological need you were accustomed to with him.
“what? am I wrong?” he tilted his head; the feigned innocence and mockery still present in his tone made even your left eye twitch slightly; something that took you a few minutes to notice and control because it happened so unconsciously.
you watched as he freed his hands to tuck them into the pockets of his hoodie, pulling out a pack of marlboro golds along with his zippo; the cigarette was taken from the fresh pack to be held between his slender fingers. the cylindrical object rested on his lips, and he lit it with an ease that made you shake your head while the orange flames lit his sharp but androgynous features of his face.
he inhales the smoke and exhales it to the side. he shifts his weight from one leg to the other and rests a hand on his hip. then, he sweeps his gaze over you, but it’s not with disdain or any kind of intensity; it’s more like an acknowledgment. a thorough, deeply possessive that, despite everything, you’re still standing there barefoot with barely any clothes covering your body.
“you’re wearing my shirt,” he murmured, letting the eyebrow adorned with the titanium piercing arch; its glint accentuated the expression on his face. “look at you... it completely swallows you whole.”
“it smells like you.” you shot back. your voice comes out pained, and with your fingernails dug deep into your palms so har they left white crescent marks —perhaps it was the indifference in his words that made you hurt yourself in that gesture. as if it were obvious, your hands quickly went to the hem of your shirt to pull it down, pressing the fabric against your thighs as if that would protect you from his intrusive gaze and the dangerous glint that turned his hazel eyes.
“and that’s why you threw it on? to pretend i was here holding you? that is deeply adorable, sweetheart.” gray smoke drifts in a perfect stream from his mouth, forming beautiful, small ribbons in the air that end up surrounding both of you. you swallowed hard; the scent was intensifying, supplanting the cozy, homey smell of coffee and toast now cooling nearby.
“too bad that little piece of fabric isn’t nearly enough to fill you up down there between your legs, is it?”
those words were the blade that severed the last thread of your sanity.
you took long strides, crossing the kitchen, standing so close your chests practically brushed with every ragged breath, and raised your index finger, pointing his chest accusingly. “you are an absolute, narcissistic piece of work, bill. ” your chin tilted up sharply to bridge the massive height deficit. your eyes glazed over as tears of frustration—like last night’s—threatened to spill from your eyes once more.
“you abandon me for an entire month, you ignore my texts, you treat my calls like a joke, you bark commands at me over the phone... and then last night you just hang up on me like I’m nothing! do you have any idea how i feel!? how bad i had it last night without you? you treat me like you don’t even care!”
his smile only widened, “i treat you the way you like to be treated.” and you felt a jolt in your chest that made you flinch, startling you slightly and causing you to lean back just a little, your eyes widening in surprise. he countered your words with a sentence so simple that you didn’t know how to respond.
his body pressed against yours; the cigarette that had been between his fingers was forgotten in a nearby ashtray in the kitchen, since bill had too many of these scattered around his apartment when he had get-togethers with friends— a very european habit of his. as he tilted his head down when he closed the distance further, he let a few dark strands of his hair brush against your face, enveloping both of you in a tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
he was always right, and that was the core of your humiliation, of the rawest, most sickening feeling you had for him, buried deep within your being: bill kaulitz knew you inside and out; he knew exactly which buttons to push to twist your argument and turn everything against you, reducing you to a mess in a matter of mere seconds.
a dry laugh left his lips, “you’re so damn predictable, kleine*,” he murmured, his cold breath hitting your face, and suddenly, you felt completely overwhelmed. you tried to turn your face away, looking to the side, but his long fingers, adorned with a few silver rings on his right hand, reached for your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.
“bill, please... stop... if you’re just going to be mean, let me go.” you managed to mumble, your cheeks and lips puffed out from the pressure on your face, your eyes looking down so you wouldn’t have to look at him directly. the force made your feet stumble against the cold kitchen floor.
“mean? sweetheart, if i wanted to be truly mean, i would’ve let you beg all night on the phone.” his fingers forced your head to move from side to side like a toy, almost mimicking the movement of a rattle. he was trying to make you look at him, one way or another. his fingers curled, and his fingertips dug into the skin of your face without hurting you completely, “are you still soaking wet from last night?”
you didn’t answer him the first time; you squirmed and shifted your body from side to side, feebly trying to wriggle free from him. even though you didn’t want to. because you liked how easily he had you under his control, the slight harshness of his baritone voice—authoritative, possessive. he shook your face gently again, his eyes narrowing and his smile fading slightly into a more serious expression.
“answer me.”
“i hate you.” those were the first words that came out after his question, and with them, more tears of pure frustration slid down the corners of your eyes, staining and wetting your skin as they fell. he gently loosened his grip on your face, allowing you to speak more easily, revealing a small smile for a few seconds at your confession. “you know exactly how desperate i get when you leave me alone here... you know what I do to myself...”
“you don’t do anything alone unless i order you to,” he interrupted brusquely. now he used both hands to cradle your face; his thumbs brushed your lower lip, pulling it down to reveal your bottom teeth. “do you truly hate me because i’m mean? do you want me to stop being mean, hmm? do you want me to give you what you’ve been whining for all month? ”
“open your mouth…” he murmured slowly, dragging out the words as if he’d taken his time to do so. you felt a shiver run down your spine—another one of those delightful chills that only he could give you. your name slipped from his lips like a warning, though it didn’t feel like one. “open your mouth and show me that you still know how to obey me.”
the center of your eyebrows arched upward, and then it happened. the submission, so ingrained in your entire body, finally shone through as you wrinkled your nose and your jaw—still clamped by his long fingers—gently parted, revealing your trembling, pink tongue and the warmth of your mouth. that whole area trembles, the tip of your tongue dropping down to cover part of your chin, your own saliva glistening pearlescently.
it was enough to give him room to do what you already knew he was going to do. because it was something you loved and craved him doing so much.
the smile on bill’s lips turned into one of smugness, of cruel delight. he leaned his face closer to yours; the tug you felt in your neck as you leaned back—unable to tear your gaze away from him—caused the muscles beneath your skin to tense. the new position was uncomfortable but full of anticipation. he puckered his lips, bringing his mouth close to yours but without touching them. then you felt the abrupt spittle of saliva fall coldly onto the center of your tongue, the taste of mint and bitter tobacco flooding your taste buds.
“swallow it,” he ordered, puckering your face again. a spasm runs through your entire body as well as your lips. you closed your mouth, glaring at him and letting out a barely audible high-pitched moan, and the sound of your throat consuming the spit pushed him to the limit, to a point where the simple act of hearing you receive crumbs from him even after a month further inflated his ego. the perfect trigger.
the man with jet-black hair slowly released your face, but the slap of his hand against your cheek was swift. plaf! you were grateful that it was one of his hands, free of the silver rings you used to wear. the moment the slap landed on your cheek, his right hand had struck you so hard that even your head turned, accompanying the moment with a sharp, pained moan that mingled, it traveled from your belly to the swollen, reddish little button hidden beneath your silk panties.
it couldn’t be possible that you’d actually gotten turned on by something like that.
“up on the bar. now.” he ordered again in that authoritative tone. between the burning of your skin and the puffs escaping your lips as you breathed heavily, your chest rose and fell violently. your trembling hands rested on the bar without turning your back to him, and you leaped up and sat down, spreading your legs toward him to receive him.
without waiting any longer, you wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him close in one swift motion and whimpering, finally giving in to your most primal instincts as you rubbed your crotch against the hard bulge in his denim pants, moving back and forth because of how hot that hard bulge felt against you. your expression is one of pure pleasure. your head fell back and your lips parted, reddish and wet.
“you are a disgusting, needy little thing... i have truly spoiled you rotten.” his hands squeeze your bare thighs, and they roam, soft yet rough against your skin, kneading the flesh and caressing the area with brutal roughness, squeezing and scratching to ensure marks and scratches the next day that would be all too obvious. “you cry when I give you a simple order, you cry when i’m gone, you cry on the phone… you’re so pathetic.”
with your eyes half-closed, another whimper escapes your lips. but your eyes flew wide open in shock when bill’s fingertips tear through the fine silk of your panties, ripping them apart with a violent jerk. he bracelets on his wrists jingled against the marble, the veins in his hands and arms stood out with the simplicity of that movement, thanks to the rolled-up sleeves of his sweatshirt; freed, finally, the cold morning air seeped into your warm intimacy, and you shiver.
“but i’m finally home, my love. and i’m going to put you back in your fucking place.”
he doesn’t give you a chance to process the loss of the garment—or everything else that’s happening in general—because it’s all happening so fast. with a roughness that makes you gasp loudly and sharply, he slips his hands under your buttocks and yanks you to the end of the bar in one swift motion, forcing you to hang right on the edge, forcing your knees past his shoulders.
his long fingers go straight to the zipper of his pants. the creak of the metal as it unzips echoes through the kitchen. the air leaves your lungs and it feels as though you’ve stopped breathing as you watch his perfectly manicured fingers play with the metal buckle, undoing the belt with agility. it opens along with the button on his pants and the zipper slides down as he pulls on the denim fabric— then, you see it.
your eyes seemed to take on a gleam, a gleam that had been lost from your dull irises. thick enough, perfect length. fully erect and hard, dripping pre-cum from the tip and flushed red, with veins running along its length. you could feel saliva pooling in your mouth, making you swallow hard on the spot. bill deliberately took the crown of his head, dragging it slowly up and down across your wet folds and mimic thrusts against your clitoris. you felt your brain short-circuit, exploding in euphoria.
“look at me.” his languid fingers encircle your neck, squeezing and forming a beautiful collar with his hand, cutting off your air. you roll your eyes back, but you know it’s better to obey to receive what you’ve needed so badly after so, so long. you lock eyes with him, and nod your head in frantic compliance, increasingly mesmerized, impatient.
he didn’t waste any time. with a sudden thrust, he slammed himself fully into you. he didn’t give you a chance to breathe, to prepare. it was so deep and so fast that you could feel your inner walls stretching and touching your cervix after a long period of abstinence. you arch your back, pulling away from the cold marble, your fingers clawing at the fabric on his shoulders, and you let out a scream that the neighbors probably weren’t missing. every part of your body contorted, stiff as your toes or the muscles in your calves.
“god, bill!” he begins to move from front to back letting the garment of his pants slide down his legs until he falls to the floor, the skin of his hips as well as the bone of them stamping mercilessly over and over again. the tendons of his neck tighten, an animalistic growl comes out of his lips and closes his eyes tightly with each movement that pierces you endlessly, constantly and rhythmically.
“so hot and tight…” he slides his hand down your neck, releasing it. his face is down, inches from yours. his breath hits your eyelashes and you can hear him better, admire his face better. you love how he's taking you, finally, after so long. your brain is completely liquefied made a pulp, you can't think, you can only concentrate on the deliciously dirty way he talks to you and fucks, without stopping, your insides. “do you love how easily i break your pathetic little pussy after you… spent all month crying over the phone, mhm?”
“b-bill... more, please, more…” you plead undone, swinging your pelvis to receive each of his deep lunges. you can feel the cramp in your legs that slide down his torso when you cannot hold on to him. you are increasingly weaker, more unable to keep up with him but dazed with sensations.
“sh. you’ll take exactly what i choose to give you… and you're going to shut. up.” his arms held your legs, raising them until he put them above his shoulders, changing the position to expose you more to him and go deeper. a squeal left your sore throat, looking down to see the obscene union between the two that was slightly cut by the sudden movement by his hips. “you certainly had a lot of big words over the phone last night.”
he used his free hand to forcefully press your lower belly, just above your pubic bone. every time he rammed, your body swayed like that of a rag doll being shaken, feeling it go deep with the change of the new position. the sudden pressure of his long, bony fingers on your bladder, combined with the brutal impact of his limb hitting your most sensitive, deepest g-spot from that new angle, caused a catastrophe in your body.
you had been accumulating tension for hours, accumulating your pleasure so much that the stimulus was too much. you felt a different heat wave invade your pelvis, a muscular disorder that made you open your eyes suddenly, terrified.
“b-bill, wait... n-no, stop, i-i'm going to...” you tried to warn, your voice breaking in an asthmatic moan and with your chest violently rising and falling when you tried to breathe normally, while you tried to close your legs in a useless way due to how trapped you were under his shifting weight.
“what? what are you going to do, hm?” he provoked, far from stopping. when he noticed the resistance of your muscles and the erratic tremor in your belly, his smile widened, his hazel eyes shining with a sadistic delight. it's as if he knew exactly what he was doing when he deliberately pressed on your abdomen and moved even violently inside you without allowing you to breathe. “come on, do it. let go, you dirty, filthy girl.”
the last push untied the pressure knot in your belly. a sharp, dull squeal left your sore throat at the same time you completely lost control. along with the contractions of your walls that clung around bill mercilessly, what you thought was an orgasm for a second was a hot, translucent thread of liquid that escaped your intimacy, splashing not only the gray marble of the bar, but down to the hips of the major and your own shirt soaking everything in its wake.
you stood stiff, your chest rising and falling panting, the tears of unspeakable humiliation finally overflowing down your cheeks as you watched the disaster you had just wrought under the watchful eye of your boyfriend. but bill didn't stop. his hips resumed the rhythmic and savage movement stamping against the skin of your thighs once again, causing a violent overstimulation in the slightest fiber of your body until you began to see that white static in your eyes, they roll back like your head crashing in a thud against the marble.
from your mouth could not come out one more sound, your vocal cords burning and ruined due to how abused they were due to your screaming, moaning too much for him. everything was mute for you. he sank once, twice, his lips kissed sparingly on yours, strolling his tongue and the cold moisture of his saliva on yours leaving traces on your entire face. you could hear him growl, as his teeth clenched and his jaw tightened again with the tendons and his muscles marking under his pale skin.
then, finally the orgasm hits you like a sudden wave that invades your whole body. it makes you have spasms, contractions not only of your walls that cling to its length again but the rest of your body, like the toes of your feet that contract and your arms that cramp in the same position, squeezing the shoulders of bill. your back forms a perfect arc when separating from the bar, and he sinks a couple more times until he stays completely still.
“fuck– fuck!” he looks like a wild beast as he growls, his nails almost pierce your skin when you tighten it, he stays on top of you with his chest pushing your legs against yours and causing you exquisite pain in these. the thick white and raw strips of his semen fall endlessly into your battered interior, filling you perfectly because his seed overflowed your swollen entrance, the amount he seemed to have retained was dense due to the time you were both away.
you were suspended in a limbo of pure exhaustion, with your eyes squinting towards the ceiling and your asthmatic breathing. what you had finally wished for, after so long. despite the marks, the pain… the smile of relief that decorated your lips, no one could take it away from you, because through tantrum and whim, you had finally achieved what you had so longed for that tortuous month.
and you were not going to let him go so easily, because he had two weeks off and, even if it cost you your whole body and your dignity, you were going to make the most of it, making sure he ruined you every single day.
* kleine: in german, it means 'small' or 'little one'.
there’s a video of tom getting angry after his guitar breaks. Could you maybe write smut based off of that video where’s he mad? I know it’s a weird recommendation, but I would love it if you would.
BACKSTAGE HELP - TOM KAULITZ
girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!tom kaulitz
word count: 959
contents: 18+, small angst, fluff
ps. I could not find the video anywhere, but I hope you still enjoy!!
The bright lights shined down onto the dark stage as the band performed. You could hear the screaming crowd from your place in the wings. They were screaming the boys names, waiting ecstatically for them to play the first song.
You felt like your eardrums were going to burst as the music blared from the nearby amps. You could feel the stage vibrate under your feet, it climbed up your legs and shook you to your core. The concert began smoothly, their first three songs without a hitch, but as they started their fourth song you could tell something was wrong.
Tom’s brow was furrowed, his fingers were struggling to keep up with the notes. His eyes were no longer even flickering to the crowd, they just remained focused down on his hands. You watched as Tom’s teeth sunk down into his lower lip. He pulled his piercing between his teeth, fidgeting with the metal barbell with his tongue.
As you watched the unthinkable happened, his guitar string snapped. The cord whipped up against his arms and hand catching on his bare skin. He hissed in pain, his jaw clenching as the steel cords cut through his skin.
Without a second more to think Tom stormed off the stage, gripping his guitar by the neck. He passed you in such a fury a breeze caught in your hair. Quickly you trailed after him calling his name, but you were unsure of what you would even say if he stopped to listen to your protests.
Tom stormed into his dressing room throwing the broken guitar down onto the floor. The instrument landed with a hard thud clattering onto the ground surrounded by clothes and other miscellaneous items. Tom kicked the nearby sofa amidst his frustrations. He wasn’t only angered, but also embarrassed, how could he let that happen? Had he overtightened the strings, or was he blind to simple wear and tear, no matter the reason he felt stupid.
You stood by the door, your back pressed against the cool wood. You felt helpless, unsure of what to say or how to proceed.
“ Tom.. You need to calm down, you’re bleeding. ”
Tom’s gaze flashed towards you, his eyes were angry, but not full of hate. Reluctantly he listened to you before he settled down onto the sofa.
You took this as your queue to approach. You grabbed a first aid kit from the vanity before kneeling down between his legs. You pulled forward his injured hands before reaching for an antiseptic wipe. With gentle hands you treated his wound, wiping away the crimson blood before wrapping his cuts in bandages.
Tom sat patiently through it all, neither of you speaking a word as you cleaned him up. Once you had finished an exhausted sigh left his lips. His hands rose coming to cradle his face, his elbows resting on the tops of his knees. He felt defeated, completely humiliated and embarrassed.
Gently you rose from your place, now standing in front of Tom. You pushed away his hands, wrapping your arms around him, pulling his head forward to rest against your abdomen. His arms rose instinctively, wrapping tightly around your waist.
“ It’s not your fault Tom. ”
You could feel his body tense under your grasp, his arms tightening around you before relaxing once more. Gently he tugged you forward, he leaned back against the sofa pulling you forward to sit on his lap. He hid his face in your hair, his lips slowly finding your neck. His hands slid down your back reaching for the hem of your shirt. Gently he tugged the fabric over your head leaving you in just your bra and skirt.
His lips left your neck, trailing down to the tops of your breasts. His fingers hooked into your bra straps letting them fall down your arms. He grasped the cups of your bra pulling them down to bare your breasts to him. His lips wrapped around your hardened nipple. A moan fell from your lips as his tongue swirled around the hardened bud.
Each of Tom’s movements were rushed, it wasn’t like your usual times together. Tom wasn’t focused on drawing out your pleasure but instead seeking out a distraction in you.
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Your clothes now laid discarded on the floor alongside Tom’s. His fingers dug into your warm skin bouncing you quickly on top of him. Your moans mixed with his deep groans, you loved that about Tom, that he was so vocal. His hips pushed upwards against yours causing you hands to instinctively grip onto his shoulder in an attempt to balance yourself. You knew Tom needed this more than you did, you knew he needed the relief.
Tom’s nails slowly sunk into your hips, his eyes pinching shut as his jaw clenched. You knew all the signs, he was close, seconds away from his release. You pushed your hips down against his, rolling them tauntingly against his. Tom’s hips bucked driving himself deeper inside you before he shot his release deep inside you. A weak cry left your lips as your orgasm crashed over you just after Tom’s.
Your bodies collapsed into one anothers, your clammy skin pressed together. Your lips found Tom’s in a gentle kiss.
“ ‘mm still proud of you. ”
Tom gave an exhausted smile, his lips pressing softly against yours.
You sat in silence together, bathing in the afterglow until you knew you would inevitably be interrupted.
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You spent an hour sitting with one another until you heard two heavy knocks on the door.
“ Are you guys in there? The concerts finished. ”
You recognised the voice to be Bill, and even though you both heard his words clearly you didn’t answer. Instead you stayed curled up on the small sofa.
looking at Tokio Hotel's website and its actually so fucking funny to me that they won't reveal the album cover. also none of their merch is worth the INSANE overpricing. I mentioned this on the r/TokioHotel subreddit like a year or two ago and they attacked me for this (and I also got attacked for saying it was annoying that they were promoting Christmas music BEFORE THANKSGIVING EVEN HAPPENED)
(also. fuck that mod Cory from the r/TokioHotel subreddit, she can go to hell for all I care. she got both my main and my burner (which had 30k karma) banned off Reddit because I called her crazy ass out on censoring people who said anything remotely criticial of the band. go back to being delusional with your "I've been a Tokio Hotel fan since before they were Tokio Hotel" nonsense and spamming the subreddit with the same 3 topics 50000000 times a day you fucking loser)
omg wait i think this is the same person of my last post question
LMFAOO NO REAL - then they’re pricing the jacket bundle even more expensive than the fan box, and there’s no cover on it..for all we know it’s deadass gonna be some ai bullshit….i almost guarantee that. jacket - 100% polyester, and it’s just ridiculous they make a pre order before they even have the cover ready. like okay i understand all the songs aren’t ready or the track lists aren’t released but the basics should be a picture at least for us to know what we’re buying?? they’re so ridiculous sometimes i swear.
the christmas thing, i unfortunately wasn’t there to see the release, but i can only imagine. nobody rlly listens to it anyway. but i can so imagine them releasing that bs in halloween 😭. they’re literally promoting the album before they even have THE TRACKLIST OR ALBUM. COVER. OUT. they’re just doing shit atp i don’t expect anything else from them anymore atp bc it’s just ridiculous they’re so terrible when it comes to this.
reddit is a whole other thing i just said it in my post previous to this, the moderation allows nothing in its so shitty and they’re so defensive of TH in there. you say one thing - “california nights/memory lane was mid” and suddenly you’re getting doxxed, attacked, banned, like you actually can’t put an opinion when it comes to TH. some girl on tiktok literally got cancelled and forgotten bc she had an opinion on the older fans hoarding like 5 of the exact same cd copy and that’s what happened to her. now she’s totally irrelevant. TH is the shittiest fandom 😐
