#shit idek

[rogue-0f-time]

EVERY. DAY. WHAT THE FUCK.

[divinelolita]

AHEM

im the best requester here no one needs to mf bother cuz like🥰

ANYWAY

imma get 20 chicken nuggets(bill kaulitz fic or headcannons i do not caree) where bill n male reader r alr dating n shit and bills been hiding the fact he is so obviously the hottest blood sucking demon on the planet(vampire) and reader prolly cuts himself or smth and this mf bill smells that shit UP and ends up trying to help reader but just licks the blood and starts begging for moreee🥰🥰

(if u wanna add smth where they're fucking and reader says bill can have some of his blood only if he's good- BDJXDKDBDIDBEOEB)

ahem anyways add wachu want ofc🥰

VAMPIRE BILL X READER

HIII HUN 😇hhhhh ewww why is asking for blood so cringey i can't

(Contains some nsfw themes so if you don't like that don't read)

"Are you sure you don't wanna sit by the window, Bill? You look cold.."

M/N asked, tossing a tomatoes back and forth in his hands. He glanced over to where Bill sat, in the corner perched on the seat farthest from the window. "Here let me..." M/N began, going over to open the curtains of their window to allow the sunlight to flow in. "NO!" Bill choked out, heart thumping as he saw M/N stop mid step, looking at Bill with concern. Bill cleared his throat, giving what he hoped was a comforting smile. "I erm.. No. I'll be fine, just focus on the food...yeah?"

M/N nodded hesitantly, tossing the tomatoes onto the cutting board as he grabbed the knife from the drawer. "Alright love.. If you get too cold get my jacket from the living room." M/N didn't understand why Bill didn't like the windows in the dining room. Hell, he didn't like any windows in their house. They never went to the beach, but Bill did tell him he burned quickly in the sun with sunscreen or without it...

M/N shook his head to himself, grabbing the knife in hand as he held the red tomatoe, dicing it into small slices. He hummed to himself, glancing over his shoulder to where the pasta was cooking. "Bill, do you mind taking it off the stove..?" he asked, cupping the tomatoe slides in his hands and putting them on a seperate plate, before taking another tomatoe in hand to repeat the process.

Bill nodded, smiling softly as he walked over to M/N. He passed by, turning the stovetop off and putting the pot on a different burner. "Agh, shit!" he heard M/N curse, hissing under his breath. Bill spun around, about to ask M/N what had happened before he looked down, to where M/N cut himself on his fingertip. He watched as the crimson droplets rolled down M/N's finger, his heartbeat speeding up as he felt his fangs pulse with need.

M/N put the knife down, letting it clang against the cutting board. Bills eyes glanced over at the knife, the sprinkle of blood along the tip of the utensil. Bills hands twitched as he held back, wanting to lunge onto M/N and suck the blood out, the metallic taste that would linger in his mouth...

M/N sighed, about to start walking to the bathroom where they kept their band-aids, but Bill stopped him, his fingers digging into M/N's forearm. M/N looked at him with confusion, turning his body slightly to Bill. "Darling..?" he trailed off, watching how Bill looked down at his finger, slightly squeezing the finger making more blood spill out. M/N winced quietly, it didn't hurt that much but it still stung.

"M/N...Let me help you..?" Bill asked quietly, looking at M/N with eyes full of zealousness and...lust? M/N could only tilt his head, eyes squinting slightly as concern etched on his face. "What do you mean Bill...?" he questioned. The blood had trickled to the base of his finger now, and he could have sworn he could hear Bills heartbeat. Bills eyes nearly welled with tears, this was so drawn out..he just wanted to..

"Let me taste it.."

M/N nearly pulled his hand away, if not for the strong grip of Bill. Oh my god it was all making sense now...how Bill was so fearful of the sunlight, how Bill avoided taking pictures with him, why Bill was always so cold..how Bill was so damn pale. How had he misses this.. "Taste it, huh?" M/N questioned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Bills breath hitched as he whined quietly, trying to pull the finger closer to his lips. The strong scent of metal wanted up his nose and he could feel his fangs getting longer, feeling the points against his tounge as he licked his lips.

"Fuck, yeah..." he whispered, M/N's finger was inches away from his face. Yet M/N pulled his finger away, but still holding his fingers up so Bill could cleary see the red trail. "Please.." Bill choked, a sob almost escaping his throat as he felt himself grow hot, shuffling his legs. M/N made a fake face of sadness, pouting as he teased the vampire. "'Awwh...thats all? C'mon, speak up."

Bill groaned in frustration, tears prickling his eyes. "Please... Please M/N," he begged, legs quivering beneath him, "L-let me taste it...and I'll do anything you say I swear-"

"Anything?" M/N hastily cut Bill off, Looking him dead in the eye as he inched his finger closer. "Yes! Yes anything! Just please I.." Bill sobbed, his fangs pulsing uncontrollably as his heart beat faster. M/N could only chuckle, muttering a soft "Good boy.." as he lowered his finger right in front of Bill. Bill immediately took his finger in hand, sinking his fangs into it. M/N hissed, pleasure mixing with pain.

He watched as Bill kitten licked the blood, lapping up and down his finger as he sucked harder, moaning and whimpering softly. Eventually M/N's cut was clean, not a flick of blood in sight. Bill felt himself grow more desperate, the smal amount of blood he took not being enough. "M/N.." he whimpered, begging silently. He didn't necessarily want M/N to hurt himself again, like purposely cutting his finger, but he just needed more and...

"Go to the bedroom." M/N muttered, gently pushing Bill in his chest towards the stairs. Bills cock throbbed in his boxers at his words, feeling all sorts of euphoric. Yet he couldn't help but ask.. "W-what about the pasta?" he asked meekly, although he was already on the first step of the stairs. He knew M/N had been talking about this dish for days, desperately wanting to make it for Bill so he himself could taste it.

But M/N only shook his head. "I'll make it another time. Maybe if you go upstairs like a good boy I'll give you what you want, yeah?" he spoke out, looking at Bill with a devilish glint. Bill didn't need to hear anothervword, nearly tripping on his feet as he rushed into their bedroom.

[spoilt-rice]

I-

[captain-oblivious]

I think I've come up with a decent analogy for hyperfixation, as I experience it: basically, it's like having a really strong (and embarrassing, imo) crush... on a thing/concept/etc - you think about it all the time, it's always at the back of your mind - you have to fight the urge to smile when you think about it, because you get that warm fuzzy feeling - everything reminds you of it - you're constantly checking yourself around other people to make sure you're not talking too much about it because *nobody can know* - you can't help but get super giddy when you talk about it, like an excited puppy - spending your spare time with it makes you happy - you talk your friends' head off about it--the best ones don't mind that you do, and ask you questions - you feel compelled to defend it when someone criticizes it - at some point, it fades, but you generally still have a soft spot for it - or alternatively you get sick of it and just don't want to think of it ever again it's not a perfect analogy, obv, but that's how I generally experience it

[orcas]

Shit i just realized. I went outside during the day for 10+ blocks no problem. Didn't get anxious didn't panic I even managed to talk to someone

[lillotte17]

@feynites I wrote this thing, but I am more than half asleep, so I dunno what it is really for. Maybe Aili got shitfaced and decided Uthvir needed more flowery poems. Maybe I should fucking sleep sometime. But some words happened. So. Here you go.

Precious lurid poppy What is it that makes you  Anxious in the daylight? You were made for dreaming For the fire-scorched lips of desire Rosehip days and jasmine nights Grasping fingers Tied with velvet cord Little wanting mouth Upturned to the sky A lover’s quiet gasp of pleasure Glory bound, you turned to hunting The red raw meat of living Thundering rabbit-heart You learned your teeth were sharp enough To gnaw at death with vibrant color With defiance And blood drenched claws Yet parts of you are petal-soft Unfurling at the slightest kiss of rain You are not a rose, as you might wish But the sun is still for you.

[iscratchdoors]

can emotionally intelligent friends on tumblr tell me wtf a constant state of chest tightness and jittering means

[yume-danshi]

Do you guys ever get hit with a sudden burst of love?

Cause I just did and fuuuuuuu----