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WHO AM I?
KD, SHE, 22, QUEER! Openly a lover of all people. I do not look at gender. Love to me has never been about gender but about the way the person makes me feel.
<3’s: yapping, writing, (mainly yapping on here), tokio hotel, house of the dragon, resident evil, supernatural, bridgerton, from, saint avangeline, troye sivan, sleep token, deftones, jeff buckley, $boys, mac miller, robyn l, devkota, crosses, henry morris, + so so much more. i am very much into a lot of art, whether it’s from music, films, or even cars (i am really big into cars), reading, dark romance, all things vampires + halloween, mainly will post smut + bill kaulitz.
extra info: dm’s open! ask me anything as well. located on ao3 under the same username. feel free to find me on there! also, i can write any request anyone might have. i do enjoy writing and will provide any type of writing request you might have. it is a judgement free zone around here so, all are welcome if you fit the criteria. also - i am very pro pegging so please do not be surprised if it is something I post about often. if that topic bothers you, please unfollow or feel free to not follow me. i do post about that frequently, only mentioning this due to some confusion regarding something i reblogged. thank you! i post a lot of 18+ content, smut is something i often post including sexual thoughts and or specific writing. if you are not accustomed to seeing that and it bothers you, this is not the blog for you. (with all the respect & the love in the world, please do not follow me if you do not fit the criteria) . works on my blog will include oneshots, imagines, head canons, potentially multiple chapter fics, and whatever else i wish to include. most of my works if not all include nsfw. how to request? please send me an ask or feel free to dm me or some of my moots will just comment and ask something specific! my requests are currently open - and i will write whatever you prefer, don’t be afraid to ask! like I previously stated- i do oneshots, imagines, headcanons, multi chapter stories, + more! i write from all povs! male, female, gender neutral, etc! IMPORTANT - DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE FLIRT WITH ME IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. I WILL BLOCK YOU IMMEDIATELY.
the first thing about rpf to understand is that it is ultimately fiction and we will never understand the true inner workings of the lives of celebrities because there is always going to be a veil of performance clouding the way we perceive them. the second thing about rpf to understand is that it’s always true + real and it happened exactly as i imagine it in my mind
woke up and seen someone complaining about rpf & tokio hotel fics on here… 😳
1. why would we EVER want censorship? as long as it remains fiction, you have the ability to read whatever you want, and guess what? you also have the ability to SKIP and scroll. don’t like it? don’t read it.
2. it’s FICTION. fanfiction has always been around and will always be around. whether you like it or not, RPF has been around a LONNGGG time. so. :p
anyways, just wanted to share my 2 cents. idgaf what anyone writes or reads, we’re here one day and gone the next, write your fucking fanfiction, post it on here, wattpad, ao3, WHEREVER. do whatever makes you happy.
i don’t post this in the hopes of an argument, i post this to always ensure that everyone who follows me and comes to my page that it is indeed a SAFE space. i will not judge whatever you ship, whatever you like, whatever you’re into. i think if i begin judging now after 10 years of being involved in the fanfiction community - (including multiple different fandoms) i would be a hypocrite. that being said, obviously, dni if sensitive!!! and dni if you want to argue about this because i’ll just block you.
i think vampire bill x my female reader shall potentially be turned into a series :p. maybe next will be a sort of AHS hotel inspired oneshot - like bill will be inspired by the countess & female reader will be like donovan, the countess’ lover! so basically if you haven’t watched AHS hotel (which, if you haven’t, hello? it’s the best season of ahs ever made. Watch it.)
ANYWAYS! the dynamic between the countess X donovan is very hot and they love to go & find like in the first ep - a couple to seduce, have intimacy with them (all four of them in the SAME bed) and then afterwards EAT the couple they seduced. so basically since fem reader has now been turned, bill & fem reader could go out on a date, meet said couple, take the couple back to their place. while she’s fucking the male they seduce and he’s fucking the woman they seduce, they’ll be watching each other, bill focusing on how the man is losing himself in her, and she’ll be watching how bill is destroying the woman they’ve brought home. once the human couple finishes, her and bill will both use their claws at the same time to kill the couple, and drain them of their blood together.
afterwards they’re laying together, bill & her intertwined, covered in the couple’s blood, bill kissing all over her, blood all over each other’s faces. bill obsessed, and completely and utterly in love with fem reader.
its me again 😏😏 im just loving how u write, this is KINDA crazy but wtvvvv :p
Ok so dom!bill is a vampire but fem!reader doesn't know it, yk both of them met in some club and things happen, bill booked an hotel to fuck her merciless, and while they're fucking, bills seems to not get over the readers neck like wtf, the reader noticed it but couldn't do anything as bill was groping her neck/jaw while pounding her roughly from the back. And she js couldn't focus or speak well—just moans coming out of her mouth, until she felt a sharp thing on her neck making her do some frowning shit and get confused, but bill DOES NOT STOP from banging her, he instead got faster as he suck blood from her neck, the reader feels the pleasure and pain at the same time which makes it more erotic and makes her go crazy to what to put first—her concern of bills biting or to fucking squirt. As the reader already squirted, bill didn't stop yk and the readers already trying to get away from his biting, touch, and his pounding, bill seems to get pissed and throw her to the bed aggressively. As she was thrown, she like shouted some vulgar words to him as why was he biting so hard that her neck is bleeding but she couldn't deny the joy & pleasure she received from him, bill looked at her intensely yk then grabbed her feet to make her closer to him and he started trash talking her and if she don't let him bite and suck her blood, he might have to slice up her thighs, showing off the mini knife he prepared from the drawers as she lay there naked and some scaredy-cat shit. Ughh Bills still horny and fucking greedy ass vampire ok and he couldn't get over readers blood and her pussy and he always gets his way, so if she disobey hes eventually gonna harm her thighs so blood will overflow and he'll just lick the blood off from her thighs. Pain &&& Pleasure. Yes yes yes. & also u can add bondage to the last part, idrk what to write at the endd liek?? Youre on your own on how bill & the reader will act after that scene :d this is just like a sudden imagination from my mind. ANDDD yes the story is kinky as always yk the sex didn't js start from pounding at the back anywaysss.
XOXOOOO! thanks for making the reqs im sending uu! ꨄ
THE GOD SHE CRAVED
PAIRING: bill kaulitz x fem!reader
WARNINGS|TAGS: no use of y/n, sub!fem reader, dom!bill kaulitz, rough sex, aggressive sex, kinky sex, bloody sex, blood sucking, blood drinking, vampire!bill kaulitz, light hints of stalking, squirting, biting, marking, p in v unprotected!sex, smut, mentions of a knife, scratching, primal sex, dead dove: do not eat, (i mean, he literally is going to kill her), he turns her into a vampire, potentially dub-con at certain parts (read at your own risk, it’s a vampire story, you get what you get), dark romance (because hello? vampires, so, yes, it WILL have a happy ending). i don’t believe i missed anything!
WORD COUNT: 4K!
SUMMARY: when she meets a handsome stranger at a club in LA, she doesn’t realize how quickly a simple hello will turn into her death date.
NOTES: i fucking love vampires. vampire bill, me NEXT! this request actually satisfied my soul, and if you listen to saint avangeline, a lot of her music will sound so amazing with this. thank you so so much for this request, I definitely enjoyed writing it. i think this is one of my all time fav requests :)
Exchange LA. Los Angeles, California.
Friday, April 22nd, 2011. 10:27 PM.
The music throughout the club was pulsating, sweat beading on her skin as she continued to sway to the music. Her hair was loose, sticking to her forehead, her amber and vanilla perfume mixing with the scent of the cocktails being mixed at the bar. She had been invited out tonight by a few of her close friends, them wanting to have her wind down, to relax for once. She often let herself be wrapped up in her work, choosing to focus on it, rather than enjoy her life the way she desired. She could not do much of what she craved, after all. Darker thoughts had flooded her mind since she was only a girl running after her siblings in the meadow, her hair a tangled mess, marker stains on her small fingers. Even then, she had a monster inside of her that only he, could tame.
He watched her from the balcony, his nails tapping a pattern to a song only he could hear. He was handsome, his dark coat falling down against the pavement, dragging slightly as he walked. His eyes were covered in dark eyeliner, shadow that matched the red and brown hues in his eyes. His eyes were almost black as he watched her, the way her hips moved, the way she would throw her head back and let loose. She had only a black lace dress on and heels that could a pierce man’s throat if wielded as a weapon. He liked the danger of her, the predator that seeped through what she truly was to him - prey. He pushed off of the railing of the balcony, his leather boots creaking as he walked down the staircase, his stare fixed on her, ignoring everyone else.
She watched as the crowd parted for someone instinctively, her pausing her movements, taking a moment to catch her breath. Her heart was beating fast. Thump. Thump. Thump. Her heartbeat was filling up her ears, the sound of it outweighing the music of the club that sent vibrations underneath her feet. She took a long drink of the vodka soda that she had refilled numerous times that night, alcohol coursing through her veins and lowering her inhibition. She did not know the demon walking towards her, she did not know his plans for her, and how after tonight, he would change her forever.
He stopped directly in front of her, breathing the smell of her in, a low hum emitting from him he trailed his eyes over her. The beast within him was caged, for now. He wished only to know her, to know her name, before he would ever take the blood from her veins. He loved to play with his food, to toy with them, until he inevitably sank his teeth into them the way he had planned from the beginning. Her eyes were wide and fixated on him on him, breathing unevenly. He was more intriguing than anyone she had ever met before, a string pulling her to him that she could not see. She shifted her weight, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. She wanted to speak, to say her name, to ask him anything about himself. But all she could is stare into those brown and crimson eyes, losing herself in them completely. She did not realize what he was doing her. How he was waiting for her to tremble in his grasp so he could take her to a hotel, to take her and use her the way he had rehearsed inside of his mind. She pushed down her nervousness, forcing her mouth to open once more, to ask him his name, to offer hers.
“Bill Kaulitz. And you are?” He spoke directly to her, his eyes searching into hers, reading through her very soul. She blinked, swallowing absently, giving her name without hesitation. It shocked her, how quickly she gave her name, how she did not take a moment’s time to consider who he potentially is. But all of the coherent thoughts that usually kept her safe were far away, the monster that had been clawing at the shell of her heart her entire life was pushing through, her stepping closer to Bill without even noticing. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He breathes out, his voice was silk, almost a purr. The sound of his voice sent a thrill through her, her mouth parting. She watched him intently, losing herself in his gaze and the way he repeated her name. She could not even respond to the way he complimented her, her cheeks flushing a bright red, visible even in the dim light of the club. She shifted nervously once more, moving closer to him, the smell of him filling her senses.
“Musk, the forest, jasmine, wood, and…” She looked at him, talking to herself in her mind, noting each fragrance of him that she could name. But she could not understand the metallic scent that overpowered the rest. The scent of something metallic sent a rush to her head, confusion clouding her mind, trying to fit the pieces together. Him noticing her sudden change and the way she began to back away from him slightly, her brow furrowed in concentration, he stepped closer to her smoothly, whispering, “Let’s get out of here. There’s a hotel down the street that you’d like. Better drinks. Cheaper. Consider it my treat.” He used her name once more, a tone that should’ve sent her running, the way he practically growled it unlike any man should’ve been a warning sign. Any woman would have left and never looked back. But she was not any woman. And he was not any man. Deep down, she was a monster contained, and he was the beast who was about to have her scream his name.
The Millennium Biltmore Hotel.
Los Angeles, California. 11:27 PM.
The walk to the hotel had been full of a nervous energy she could not contain, him slowing down to keep up with her steps. She had kept glancing on him on the way to the hotel, noting his lack of deep breaths, the way he did not step aside for any individual that walked past them on the street. He walked as if he owned the very ground beneath his feet. She was mesmerized by the cadence of his voice, the dark sullen tone he took, the way his eyes would find hers in the dark night. She was captivated, her hanging onto every detail he would provide her about himself. He had moved here from New Orleans, Louisiana in February. He had one brother. He liked music, reading, and gothic romance. He liked to drink occasionally, but above all, he favorited smoking. He had told her that when he smokes, he feels his very being come to life. He had spoken in a calm low tone that had hung inside of her mind, “Do you know what it is like to be filled completely? To breathe something in and have it cover you as the snow covers the grass each year during the first snow fall in December?”
She had not stopped repeating that sentence inside of her mind. To feel like the grass covered by the snow? She could only imagine. She had never been made to feel that way, the thought never dawning on her. But the way he spoke, the way he described such a feeling? It was everything she had ever wanted for herself. Thoughts of her as a child sitting in the wooded area behind her home flooded her mind with each step. How she would look to the sky and wait for something to come and save her. Not entirely like a god. A bit like a god, maybe. But really, something darker than even herself, something that would look inside of her and see the evil in her and bury themselves in it, cover themselves entirely. Not like the grass covered by the snow, but as the blood of the wolf that had been killed for touching the lamb she is, the moon that reflected in the night under her eyes that would protect her from any lies. She did not realize the predator she had been waiting for her entire life, walked with her, side by side.
He handled the concierge with a grace that left her dazed once more by his sheer presence, the way he demanded and commanded a room without a word. He did not even need to speak, he casted a single look at the concierge and guided her to the elevator, the door sliding shut behind them, sealing them inside. Low elevator music played a harmony she did not even pay attention to, Bill capturing her every secretly thrilled gaze. “You are staring.” His voice was not harsh, not entirely. Not yet. He spoke with a matter-of-fact narrative, looking down at her briefly, before fixing his eyes back on the rising elevator floor numbers. Ding. The door slid open once more, the cool air of the hallway washing over them, a window left open at the end beside of the last room, the night breeze warm and welcoming, with an undertone of a forewarning she could not yet place.
He led her inside of the hotel room he had booked for them, white silk sheets covering the single queen sized mattress that stood out in the middle of the room. She stepped in slowly, her taking time to capture each detail, including the way Bill removed his jacket, a primal focus overtaking his control, him leaning against the side table beside of the bed. Underneath his jacket was a black button up, it looked almost historical to her. It was not usual for her to see such fabric as this, dark gothic embroidery snaking up the sides. She lowered her gaze, noticing the dark pants that stood out against the light carpet. She pouted slightly, her mind trying to wrack and rummage for an explanation of his clothes that she could not place. She had seen clothing like this before, of course. But not in today’s time, only in her history books and novels she had read a thousand times in her life. What stood out to her the most, was the iron regalia that circled around his waist, shapes of silver crows with crimson eyes, black skulls with white pupils, and snakes with their tongue out adorned across each part of the chain. Her breathing hitched, the beauty of the jewelry sticking out amongst every single thing she had learned about him thus far. She stepped closer, wanting to touch it, to feel it, to get a closer look.
He watched the way she came closer to him like a magnet, him pulling her in without even needing to breathe a word. He let her touch his regalia, letting her feel how cool it is beneath her fingertips. He watched her fingers circle patterns on the crow detailing, before he moved his hands up her waist tentatively, looking down at her. Chills went through her body the moment his hands found her waist, her looking up at him with wide eyes, unblinking, transfixed almost. She couldn’t speak, she was under a spell that she did not quite understand. He basked in her innocent eyes, feeling the way her skin warmed underneath his touch. He was cold, his hands practically ice, but her body was beginning to run hot, pressing herself closer against him. “I have never seen a beauty like yours. You are without a doubt, the most alluring woman I have ever laid eyes on.” His touch was enticing, her moving closer to him with every word he spoke. She moved until she was pressed against him, her heartbeat a frantic sound against his chest, his own heartbeat conspicuously absent. But did she take note of that? Did she realize the man the demon touching her was actually a predator of the night, come to take her life?
“You have bewitched me.” He spoke against her lips, kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, a sound of pleasure escaping her before she could stop it. Her hands tangled into his hair, him pulling her even further against him, him grinding against her in a circle. He backed her towards the bed, until her knees pressed against the back of the mattress. He broke away from the kiss, his eyes roaming her body, before he quickly removed each layer of her clothes. He was not a patient man, he was a desperate beast who had his unknowing prey at his fingertips. He had been patient thus far, an animal locked in his own chains, but she was his key, and he was finally breaking free. She did not hesitate, her removing the rest of the clothes he had not ripped off of her yet with a haste that sent his cock throbbing and a hunger in his gaze that was as bright as a flame. Bill’s voice was raspy, low, guttural almost, “I need you. I cannot wait any longer.”
He clawed his own clothing off, his pale skin standing stark against the light of the room, his erection springing free, smacking against his stomach, hot and insistent. She crawled onto the bed, lowering herself onto her stomach, arching her back, inviting him in. Her pussy was glistening, a wet entrance full of a heat that would drive the demon inside of him down the road of becoming unhinged. He did not hesitate, he did not wait another second, he positioned himself above her, the head of his cock teasing her wet folds, her crying out. He did not even push himself inside of her, and already the sounds of her were sending pre cum spilling out of his throbbing cock. He growled against her back, “If you keep that up, I won’t last.” She could not form a response, only whining and pushing back against him, silently pleading. He breathed heavily, his breathing not like that of a human’s, no, him simply smelling her, noting her scent, smelling her arousal and the sweet blood beneath the skin he was ready to wreck and ruin, before pushing inside of her in one sharp thrust.
“Bill!” She screamed, her voice was raw and filled the room. The sounds outside of the hotel were no longer important, the passing cars, the cleaning ladies in the next room, the sounds of the crows circling above their very hotel room did not matter. The only thing that mattered was the way he began to thrust inside of her, claiming her pussy and giving her everything she has ever craved. He gave her long and hard strokes, him stretching her out and giving her an experience she did not know possible. She was not usually so confident in her ability of finishing from penetration alone, but the way he was taking her and fucking her like a man freed from a hell he had been trapped in, consumed her every cell.
He continued, his thrusts growing faster, erratic, his hand finding her neck, choking her as he pounded into her. The smell of her became overwhelming, him losing his control. He was shattering, the brown of his eyes receding, the crimson flaring to life. He was no longer the man who had walked her here, but the animal who had noticed her in the first place and thought only of destroying her. He sank his teeth into her neck, his thrusts never letting up. She was moaning, her unable to form a single word, until pain shot through her, outweighing the pleasure. She furrowed her brows, squirming. “Bill?” He did not let up, devouring her, blood leaving her in heavy gulps. Her vision was blackening, her feeling dizzy, though the pain was almost unbearable, the way he was fucking her was driving her insane. She let out another moan, pleasure and pain intertwining as if though they were the same. Her body was shaking, her teetering on the edge of an orgasm she did not understand how she was receiving. He thrusted into her hard once more, her squirting all around his cock, tightening around him and crying out his name. Still, he did not let up.
She tried to pull away from his touch, but his teeth were a rope she could not cut, a flame she could not blow out. “Bill!” She was getting upset, her jerking away from him without any success. Bill let out an animalistic noise, frustration creeping into his posture. She screamed, “Get off of me! Bill, get the fuck off of me!” He let out a loud, guttural roar, shoving her onto the bed violently, her collapsing onto her back. She was trembling, crawling back, pressing herself against the headboard. She was panting, blood soaking her neck, her breasts covered, the blood he had pulled from her trailing down from her shoulders to her elbows. She should be afraid, she should be running and screaming for someone to help her, to save her. But she stayed. She stayed with a level of satisfaction and desire coiling in her gut she was too horrified to name, joy leaking from her temple, she was disgusted with herself. The animal inside of him being what she craved. Still, she spoke with a forcefully steady voice, her hands shaking. “Why did you bite me so hard?” She couldn’t hide the tremor that ran through her words, her waiting for him to provide her an explanation she wasn’t sure she was prepared for.
He smiled slowly, his grin wicked and his eyes blood shot, crimson and dark at the same time. He didn’t respond to her question. He stood at the end of the bed, reaching and grabbing her by the feet, pulling her down to him. His claws became visible as he straightened up, long pale claws that were as sharp as a blade, his stance inhumane. “You’ll let me drink the blood from your vein, or I’ll have to tear my way inside of you.” He no longer spoke with the cadence that had led her to following him, his voice was now dark, with a pitch that sent a shiver up her spine, goosebumps forming on her arms. He pulled a knife from his pants that he had left near the bed frame, crimson and silver with his name etched on the blade. He popped it open, dipping it in the blood that still leaked from the holes on her neck, his teeth having sank in deeply. He brought the blade to his tongue, forcing her to watch as he licked the droplets off without shame. She could not deny the excitement that was running throughout her body, that wrecked her entire frame. She could not deny how her moth opened hungrily as she watched him take her blood and eat it as though she was the most perfect meal ever made. But fear outweighed every emotion and desire she had laid.
She pushed herself off of the bed onto unsteady legs, crawling fast to the door, disobeying the instruction he had gave. He watched her, letting her think she had even a single chance of getting away, before he pushed her against the door with rough hands, tying her up with his regalia to the doorknob and to the light fixture beside of the lamp in the corner of the room. She was breathing fast now, shaking uncontrollably, unable to meet his gaze. She shook her head frantically. “Let me go. Let me go, Bill.” She was begging, only causing him to laugh and kneel down before her. She took one look at him, and all she could see was her own grave, and her saving grace. She took a deep breath, watching him, before she parted her thighs, inviting him in once more. A surprised expression contorted his features for a brief moment, before he allowed his claws to make stripes up her thighs, lowering his mouth down to her, drinking every last drop of crimson blood that spilled from them. She let her head fall back against the door, her eyes rolling back into her head. She would let him consume her, even send her to hell’s gates, fear had shook her to the very core for only a second. But the need for him was intoxicating, her unable to resist him, the way he touched her, drank her in as if she was the only thing that could satiate his soul. She needed him as much as he needed her. The regalia around her closed around her wrists tightly, but she remained still, moaning as he got his fill of her, before his mouth found hers once more, her blood smearing across both of their faces.
She melted into his touch, into the way she tasted on his lips. She whispered against his mouth, “Turn me. Turn me. Turn me.” She repeated, breathless and hazy, her eyes half lidded and fixed on his face. He lifted her slightly into his lap, him guiding her to ride him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He drove up into her continuously, pressing himself as far as he could inside of her, him releasing her from his regalia, pushing her hand against her stomach. She felt the way his cock met the inside of her, the way he was thrusting inside of her a claim, a proposal, and an agreement all in one. He kissed her desperately, her moans echoing across the room, intertwining with the way he screamed her name. He had found his match, the woman who would not tame the demon inside of him, but would join him in his darkness, and her having found the god she had always needed. He pulled away from her fast, sinking his teeth into her neck once more, his pace becoming relentless. Her breathing slowed, but his thrusts continued, him pounding into her.
Her head fell back against the door hard, the last breath from her lungs leaving her frame. Her blood poured down her neck, covering her entire waist, his mouth and neck covered in the way she tastes. He drove into her one last time, spilling inside of her with a guttural roar, before collapsing against her. Her blood mixed with his cum that leaked down her thighs, his claws stroking her cheeks. The warm sensation of her body leaving, the dark veins subsiding, every evidence of the human in her gone without a trace. He watched her, patient, pressing his forehead against hers, whispering her name, speaking soft phrase after soft phrase. “My love.” He spoke once more against her mouth, him kissing her gently, waiting for her to open her eyes, to speak his name.
Her eyelids fluttered, her meeting his gaze, the color that once was there, now covered in crimson and in him. She was the beast he had released, and him the demon she had tamed. He smiled against her, his fangs sharp and white against her lips that were covered in her own blood. He had pulled her out of the life that she had grown to hate, and into the eternity with a god she had always prayed for. She cupped the back of his neck, breathing him in. He licked the rest of the blood soaking her lips with gentle swipes of his tongue. She held onto him, pressing her forehead against his once more. “Welcome home, sweet love.” His voice was warm, focused on her face, watching the way her eyes lit up when he said her name.
Any other woman would have prayed for an escape, but she remained in his arms, accepting her fate. He had saved her, in every way a person can be saved. A demon, her saving grave, he was something she could never replace. He was what she had been searching for her entire life, and now? She would never go without worshipping him for even a goddamn day. She was the goddess he had made, him the god she had craved.
having a horrible day n all i can think about is how much better id feel if i was shoving a pretty boy’s face into the mattress and hearing him choke over his own sobs while i fuck him roughly until he’s shooting blanks
photos like this of bill are so fucking hot because you think he’s all dominant. and of course, we all have our own imaginations and fantasies. but me? i look at this and think about how fucking easily it would be to make him come with just my tongue on his pretty little ass. i can’t stop thinking about how he’d look like this, everyone seeing you out together and thinking he’s definitely going home with you and fucking you like a pathetic little whore. but for me?
fuck. i’m going home and fucking him against every single window, making sure everyone has a chance of getting a glimpse of how i own him, how i own every part of his body, how he’s mine to ruin. he’d come all over every single window, i’d run my fingers through it and shove them in his mouth so he could suck his own release off of me. turns me on SOOO much thinking about people seeing more masculine!bill and assuming he’s wrecking holes but in my mind and what i think about? he’s getting fucked by my strap until he’s begging me to stop, bruises from my hands and the ropes i use on him covering his body, fuck, i can’t stand it. i can’t get enough of him.
and obviously, i’m assuming they’d think he’s dom when i’m dressed fem, but when i’m dressed masc? i think they could definitely tell i’m the one fucking him however i want. but really, whether i’m fem or masc, he’s getting handled and treated the way i wanted him to be regardless.
GUYS! I genuinely cannot wait any longer to share this art. I commissioned an extremely talented artist who always comes through for me, and they literally went above and beyond AND exceeded my EVERY expectation. I am still working on the specific piece of writing I plan on using this for BUT! I just wanted to go ahead and share!!! The artist requested to remain anonymous due to privacy reasons, BUT, if you are interested in commissioning said artist, please let me know and I will dm you. Anyways! Bill Kaulitz eating out his fem!dom reader gf on her period will be coming soon with THIS ART attached. 🖤🖤🖤
(This art as I said will be used for my writing piece I previously have discussed on here before <3 Just a oneshot I’m doing on subby bf Bill Kaulitz and his fem dom gf reader where he will eat her out while she’s menstruating!! Just like always, you know I gotta come through for the subby Bill lovers, and I just knew this type of art would be fucking brilliant. As stated, this art was not created by me but by a talented artist who offers their own work and YES, they will take requests so they have allowed me to reference them, but since they wish to remain private, just let me know if you’re interested and I’ll DM you.)
Thinking of the kaulitz twins and fem!reader r childhood friends but they're still vulgar & harsh to each other, as they booked a one room in hotel and they're like playing, i guess some funny truth or dare. (note: three of them are very very close friends like BFF to the point its not awkward seeing each others body)
BUT its 2010, three of them are grown now, have their own desires you know. Yk bill asked tom how many girls he had fucked and he says a lot and reader rolls her eyes and started teasing him how he's a fucking liar asshole and his cock isn't really that great, and things happen yk then bill got really pissed off when reader mentioned that the twins' cock isn't really that to die for. Bill just says bullshits like threatens reader to show off his cock and face-fuck her roughly just to make her shut up, while toms already imagining the things he'll do to reader to make her realize their cock is really to die for.
+ That time the kaulitz twins r really vulgar and degrading the reader, but she just keeps teasing, oblivious to the twins madness and hornyness to wtv shes saying.
(Dom!kaulitz sub!reader and force face-fuck, and moree kinky shits gonna happen)
OKAY THANKU ilyy
THEIR LITTLE WHORE
PAIRING: tom kaulitz x fem!reader & bill kaulitz x fem!reader
WARNINGS|TAGS: no use of y/n, sub!fem reader, dom!tom kaulitz, rough sex, aggressive sex, kinky sex, dom!bill kaulitz, titty sucking, squirting, bruising, biting, marking, hair pulling, threesome, gagging, degradation, dirty thoughts, p in v unprotected!sex, force-face fucking, spitting, scratching, mentions of blood, harsh language, aggressive behavior, group sex, porn little plot, smut, slapping, smoking, clit play, cockwarming.
WORD COUNT: 3.9K!
SUMMARY: when she keeps teasing the twins on how they don’t know how to fuck or their cocks aren’t as good as they act, they both put her in her place, fucking her like the whore she is.
NOTES: thank you for the request, this was nasty LOLLLL. i had fun writing it though!! your requests are so intriguing lolol (straight smut and porn, but i love it :p) let me know your thoughts! <3 ps, song below is one of the songs i was listening to while writing, it’s really hot. ;)
Schlosshotel. Berlin, Germany.
Friday, July 23rd, 2010. Midnight.
Rain pattered against the windows as the three of them sat around the bed, white silk sheets covering the mattress. She traced a pattern absently on the embroidery of the comforter that had slipped halfway off of the bed, Bill’s eyes following her every move as he often did, his eyes fixed on the circles she continued to make. A comfortable silence had settled amongst the three of them, them basking in each other’s presence, listening to the storm approaching and the sound of each other’s breathing that had filled the room.
She leaned back on her hand, her swaying her feet slightly, listening as Bill told yet again another story about Tom and the company he prefers to keep, women who won’t say no to him, who’ll take one look at him and think just because he’s hot, he’ll fuck good. She didn’t believe that, however. She had thought about both Bill and Tom for years, them having a friendship that didn’t have any boundaries. She would often daydream about them, trying to see what all of these fans that are so captivated by them, see. They were used to her antics, her often making jokes about the ones they chose to hook up with. So, it wasn’t really unusual for her to think about the both of them wrecking her pussy and stuffing them with her cum. She is their best friend, and it’s only right for her to try and get a potential understanding. What exactly was luring these fans into the thought that Tom and Bill Kaulitz of all people could fuck them until they’re screaming their name?
Bill passed the blunt him and Tom were sharing over to her, the cherry wrap standing out significantly amongst the smell of the clean sheets in the hotel and the floral perfume she never left home without wearing. Bill’s hair was short now, the long hair she had grown used to being trimmed, his jawline being more prominent, her being able to catch the tension in his shoulders and the way he clenched his jaw at moments when he would speak. Her fingers brushed Bill’s as she reached over to take the blunt, the lace of her skirt shifting slightly, rising above her thighs, the tattoos inked into her skin now visible. She took a long drag, her eyes fixed on Bill.
“What, Maus? Don’t look at me like that. You look like a pathetic little puppy.” Bill teased, the way he often did with her. He did not mind to be harsh with her, knowing her bite was more potent than his. Tom snickered, wetting his lips and tilting his head, urging Bill on, “Yeah, what is it, liebling? Thinking about us again?” Tom mocked with a challenging smirk and a glint in his eye. She exhaled a plume of smoke, her eyes narrowing, “Fuck you both. I was thinking about how I’m not sitting here in this goddamn hotel room all night with the two of you in silence. Let’s play a game or something. Fuck.” Her voice was raspy, her eyes half lidded as she looked between Bill and Tom. She had grown used to the teasing they would exhibit, the way they would go from the personas they displayed to the world, to the two raging assholes who spent more time messing around with her than breathing.
Tom clicked his tongue, sitting up straight, the muscles in his back shifting as he sat on the edge of the bed, turning to face her and Bill completely. “We have to entertain you?” He questioned cockily, looking at her with an expectant look that she knew better than to return, but obviously, she only fed into him and his behavior. A mocking pout was etched on her face, her features contorted and fixed on Bill. “You have to entertain me, B. Tom’s too busy thinking about his whore of the week.” Bill snorted, letting out a surprised laugh, leaning back against the headboard, his gaze pinning Tom in place. “Truth or dare, Tommy.” Tom rolled his eyes, shrugging, “Truth.” Bill’s grin only widened at that, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, “How many girls have you fucked, huh?” She rolled her eyes, already knowing the egotistical answer about to leave Tom’s mouth. She didn’t believe any of the bullshit he spewed, her thinking he always just overly brags on himself, her not considering for a single second that his cock was as good as he acted.
Tom let out a low hum, not even needing to think, “A lot, Bill. You know that.” She couldn’t hold back her laugh, her laughter cutting through the haze of smoke and the game of truth or dare the boys were beginning. Bill’s head snapped to her, his brows furrowed, fixed on the way her shoulders were shaking. “What’s so fucking funny?” Bill did not find it funny, the way she was seeing the humor in the question he asked Tom and Tom’s response riling him up, anger creeping into his veins. She raised an eyebrow at Bill, her voice coated with skepticism, incredulous laughter still leaving her mouth, “Bill. Be fucking serious right now. His cock is not that damn good.” Tom didn’t let her comments bother him, not in the way they were bothering Bill. While Bill’s frustration and annoyance began to flare, Tom rested his head against the headboard of the bed the three of them sat on together, thoughts of how he’d pound into her pussy and make her cry in pleasure pushing out every coherent thought left in his mind.
“You don’t know anything, fucking bitch. You’re being a fucking bitch, you know that?” Bill’s irritation lingered in the way he spoke, his breathing slightly uneven. Bill had a way of being completely calm, the sweetest person anyone knows, but the moment he is set off? All bets are off. His anger is unlike anyone else’s, the way he clenches and unclenches his fist, his pupils blowing, his jaw tightening, him being pushed over the edge from the simple provocation she had initiated. He was furious, him showing displeasure she had never seen directed at her before, which should have been a warning sign. But did she take heed of that warning? No.
Bill stood up off of the bed, standing in front of where she was crossing her legs on the bed, her skirt riding up to where he could watch her thighs jiggle as she swung her feet back and forth. Her eyes moving over his face, noting every single expression he was making, “Upset your brother’s a liar with a cock he doesn’t know how to use?” Bill let out a harsh laugh, his voice dropping, leaning over her, his face inches from hers, “You think I won’t pull out my cock right now? Face fuck you like the ignorant slut you are?” Her tongue trailed over her top lip, snickering, leaning back on her hands once more, “Awww. Is Bill mad? Calm down, B. I’m sure your cock is just as bad as his. Two grown men with parts they cannot fuck a girl right with. I’m embarrassed for the both of you.” She was taunting them, not realizing the irate state Bill was in, not realizing that he actually was mad, and he was two seconds from grabbing her by her hair, and forcing her to suck his cock until he shot his cum all the way down her throat.
Tom shifted on the bed, exchanging a look with Bill, before Tom’s stare fixated on her. He knew she was being oblivious, that she didn’t realize how far the two of them could really go. He watched the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, him thinking about the way her breasts would bounce when he’s fucking into her like a desperate little whore, while his brother fucks her mouth and treats her however he wants. Because if she wanted to act like they couldn’t fuck, they didn’t know exactly what they were doing? They’d show her. They’d fuck her and destroy her, make her choke on her words and leaving her begging like a whiny little bitch by the end of the night. “You’re sitting there, joking about us, but look at you. You’re fucking pathetic. You couldn’t handle our cock even if we wanted you.” Tom’s voice was rough, him unbuckling his belt slowly.
She turned her head slowly in Tom’s direction, shooting him an unimpressed look. “You think you could fuck someone like me? Neither of you could handle it or handle me. I’m not going to get off from a three second fuck and a one second clit rub, dumbass.” Bill grabbed her by her face hard, his grip bruising as he forced her to look up at him, his eyes were wild, a vein popping in his forehead. With one hand he held her where he wanted her, his other hand slinging his belt off, pushing his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free, her letting out a choked sound, eyes wide. She was used to seeing their bodies, having grown up together. There wasn’t a part she hadn’t seen of them, and the same applied for her. They had seen every inch of each other’s bodies, but it had never reached this context, this sort of situation. Bill’s cock was hot and insistent, his voice a low growl that sent a wave of arousal straight to her pussy, her breathing hitching, “You think we can’t handle you? Stupid little girl. You don’t know anything.”
Bill pushed her back onto the bed, him removing every layer of his own clothes off with haste, her on her stomach, looking back over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazing over. She did not even notice the way Tom had begun to do the same, Tom freeing his own cock and pushing his clothes to the side. She felt a dip behind her on the mattress, hands that took ahold of her hips severely. Tom leaned his body over her back, his chest pressed against her, his breath hot as he spoke directly into her ear, “Silly. You’re so fucking silly. Look at you. I bet you’re soaked, huh? I bet your little pussy is dripping for us, despite how you’re playing it off.” Before she could even form a retort, Tom’s hand found her clothed pussy beneath her skirt, him feeling the way her own arousal was warm and wet against the silk of her own panties. Tom’s eyes were full of dark amusement as he removed his hand, knowing how right he was, him watching Bill crawl to kneel in front of her, his cock only a foot from her mouth.
Her breathing was ragged and her eyes unfocused as Bill pressed his cock against her lips, her gasping slightly, before he shoved his cock into her mouth, his hands fisting into her hair, forcing himself all the way in, her gagging around his length. She whimpered around his cock, tears leaking from her eyes as he set a fast pace, him hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. While Bill fucked her face, Tom began removing every single piece of clothing restricting him from touching, until she was bare, her pussy glistening and her breasts full and moving with every movement Bill made into her mouth. Tom pushed her stomach down further into the mattress, arching her back for her, his fingertips running down the curve of her ass. Her eyeliner was running, streaks of black beginning to cover her cheeks, mixing with the sweat on her face. Bill’s moans were low and guttural, his pace relentless, “Take it, you stupid slut. You thought we couldn’t take you? Thought we’d be like those boys you’ve fucked before? They only wanted to fuck you and leave. I want to fuck you until you’re shaking on this bed and screaming my name. Tom wants to fuck you until you’re red in the face and begging him to stop.”
Tom positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her, he reached for his belt he removed, slapping it hard against her ass, her letting out a whine around Bill’s cock, her hands fisting into the sheets. Bill was lost in the feeling of her mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head, his head thrown back, fucking her mouth as hard and as fast he could. “Goddamn. Your mouth is finally useful for once, stupid girl. You look so pretty like this.” Bill’s voice was gravely, full of desire as he slammed his hips further into her mouth. As Bill thrusted into her mouth, Tom pushed inside of her in one sharp smooth motion, him bottoming out inside of her, her whole body convulsing, her crying out, her hands flying up to grip Bill’s thighs. Her nails dug into Bill’s thighs, scratches going down them as blood started to form, her face a flushed mess, eyeliner, tears, and sweat etched into her skin. Bill stilled for a moment, waiting for Tom, before the both of them began fucking her in sync, Tom spitting across her back, Bill spitting across her face. Tom’s spit was a warm path down her sweaty back, Bill’s spit a path down her mouth, his spit mixing with hers as hers leaked from the corners of her mouth as he continued to fuck her mouth the way she had doubted he could.
Bill fucked her mouth harder, his orgasm beginning to creep in, his thrusts becoming faster, not as rhythmic, his breathing heavy. Tom’s hips were postponing against hers, the wet sounds of the way her pussy took his cock echoing throughout the room, mixing with Bill’s choked moans and Tom’s rough pants. “Finish in her mouth and then let her ride you while I fuck her from the back.” Tom’s demand sent a wicked smile forming on Bill’s face, his cum spilling down her throat hot, his head falling forward for only a second. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, her crying, trying to catch her breath, looking up at Bill with swollen lips and eyes that were bloodshot and dazed. “You asked for this. You know that. Don’t be surprised when you act like a desperate little brat, teasing, and then get shocked when we fuck you and use you the way we want. You’re a fucking pet and a toy for our own pleasure. Now get over here.” Bill’s tone was unlike anything she had ever heard, the lust in his voice heavy, him laying back against the headboard, his cock already hardening again as he patted his thighs that were scratched and bleeding from her nails. Tom paused his movements inside of her, pulling out, pulling her up by her hair and flush against his chest, whispering in her ear, “Don’t make him tell you again.”
She was weak and trembling, overspent and exhausted, but she forced herself over to Bill, collapsing against his chest with a sob, her lowering herself onto his cock. She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, his hands firm on her hips. His breathing was steady as his cock enveloped her wet heat, him stretching her out, murmuring in her ear, “Think you can take both of us, doll? Since we’re obviously unable to give you pleasure, it should be no issue for us to both stretch you out.” Bill wasn’t really asking, no, he was telling her. She wanted to act like a spoiled brat who knew everything, so, she could handle the twins taking her and fucking her until she was squirting all over them and screaming their names.
Tom pushed himself inside of her from behind quickly, stretching her out alongside Bill, her screaming loud, her nails digging into Bill’s shoulders painfully, “Oh my God! Oh God! Oh God!” Her cries were filling the room, the initial stretch borderline painful, her pussy stuffed with the both of them, her breathing a mess, fast, crying against Bill’s neck. Bill chuckled darkly, toying with her once more, “I think she thought she could handle us, Tommy. The little slut thought she wouldn’t get off to us, would be able to withstand being fucked by us.” Tom’s smirk grew at that, him pressing himself against her completely, his hand resting on her thigh, the other moving around to pussy, his fingers teasing her folds, not quite touching her clit. “Look at her, Bill. Feel how wet she is? How fucking needy she is for our cocks.” Tom’s fingers began circling her clit, him and Bill beginning to thrust into her, finding a fast rhythm, Bill driving up into her as Tom fucked into her eager pussy from behind.
“Bill! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Tommy!” She was whining, screaming, tears rolling down her face, her head falling back against Tom’s shoulder, her hands never leaving Bill. Bill’s eyes lingered on her every expression, him reaching up to kiss her deeply, his tongue fighting against hers, Tom’s hand from her thigh traveling up to knead her breasts. She let out a continuous moan into Bill’s mouth, her breath mixing with his. Tom flicked her nipples, them hardening instantly under his attention, his other hand never letting up off of her clit. Bill kept her lips parted with his tongue, before he spat directly into her mouth, her now packed with his spit as she swallowed it without hesitation, her hand tangling into his hair, kissing him with a need she didn’t know possible. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling and tugging as she kissed him, the pleasure they were inflicting on her leaving her boneless in their grip, her melting into them completely.
“Mmmm. Look at that, Bill. Looks like our girl has stopped resisting.” Tom started nipping and sucking on her skin, purple and red marks covering her shoulders and neck, her breaking apart from Bill’s kiss to gasp for air. She turned her head slightly, capturing Tom’s mouth in an aggressive kiss, her mouth insistent on his, one hand tangling into Bill’s hair as the other hand cupped the back of Tom’s neck, pressing herself harder against him. Tom met her intensity with his own, losing all pretense of any control he might’ve been maintaining, Bill’s head falling back against the headboard as him and Tom both let go entirely, fucking her in a way that bled of the hunger of wanting to watch her unravel between their bodies. Bill’s eyes found her breasts, his mouth dropping to her nipple, sucking and biting, while Tom and her continued to kiss with a want for each other that covered all three of them in lust and ardor.
All three of them were teetering onto their own orgasms, Bill and Tom’s cocks pulsating inside of her, her starting to shake from the way Tom continued his circles around her clit. Tom jerked away from her kiss, burying his face in her neck, his pace becoming harsh and ferocious, Bill matching his pace immediately, screaming, “Fuck! Fuck! Going to cram this pretty little pussy with my cum. Huh? You want that? You want Tommy and I to stuff you with our cum? Answer me, you needy whore.” Bill’s voice was a low groan, the evidence of his own wanting bleeding through, him slapping her across the face and grabbing her by her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were practically black and bloodshot, her eyes rimmed with tears, she let out a whimper, pleading, “Please, Bill.” The sound of her whimper and the way she was starting to tighten around both Tom and Bill’s cocks were enough, Bill licking a path up her stomach, before spitting across her breasts, thrusting one last time as he filled her up entirely. Tom pushed himself into her once more, before stilling, collapsing against her back, his own cum spreading down her thighs, mixing with Bill’s. With one last stroke of Tom’s thumb against her swollen clit, she let out a silent cry, squirting all over both Tom’s thighs and Bill’s stomach, covering them in her release just as much as they filled her with theirs. She went limp, falling into Bill’s arms with a sob, crying in his arms, kissing his shoulder.
She rested in Bill’s arms, catching her breath, while Tom was making soothing circles on her sides, him against her, his face resting in the crook of her neck. By the time they were all three able to speak, Tom pulled out of her, laying out beside of her and Bill, putting his arm over his eyes. She didn’t leave Bill’s arms, holding onto him like he was the only thing left in this world, her unwilling to leave away from the safety of his arms, even after he just destroyed her pussy for anyone else with his brother, his twin. “You okay, liebling?” Bill’s voice was softer now, devoid of the demon that fucked her like a virgin needing a baptism in him and his brother’s cocks. She nodded against his neck slowly, her voice muffled against his skin. “I’m good.” Tom let out a breathless laugh, “Thought we couldn’t make you come? Thought we couldn’t handle you?” Even after ruining her pussy, Tom still continued to tease her, Bill shooting him a look, but his own eyes held the same dark expression, an amusement and fire in his eyes that burned with a passion and arousal only for her.
“I think she knows now, Tommy. Don’t you, maus?” She whispered low against his skin, barely audible, “Mmh.” Bill patted her ass gently, knowing she had learned her lesson. The twins sat with the girl they had grown from boys to men with, the one who had been with them through everything, now covered in the scent of her and her own come, the lesson they both taught her sending aftershocks through their bodies. Meanwhile, she pushed herself to sit up in Bill’s lap, kissing him softly, resting her forehead against his, her body still shaking slightly, overstimulated and still full of Bill’s cock she was warming. She had received their lesson, and had been proven wrong. But her mind only had one thought.
“What can I say next time to have them fuck me harder than this? To have them chain me up and slap my pussy while they destroy me once more?”She looked between them, before sighing, falling back into Bill’s arms once more. She’d come up with anything to say next time, willing to do whatever it took to have the brothers fucking her like a little slut once more. She was cock drunk and couldn’t think about anything else but them. Over her head without her noticing, Bill and Tom shared a look, their eyes both full of the same darkness and desperation.
This was far from over. She belonged to them now. And whenever they wanted to fuck her? They would. Even if she didn’t know it yet, she was theirs. Their pet. Their toy. Theirs to wreck and ruin. Now that they had her, she’d never be owned by anyone else. She was the property of both Bill and Tom Kaulitz, the realization not yet dawning on her. But it didn’t matter. They both knew she’d take it.
