Tom Kaulitz - Blog Posts

Picture on the left says it all.

Can anyone disagree that it looks magical in this design?

_Closest thing to God I have

𒂭🌑 ever laid my eyes on_

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Don't piss me off

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x female reader

GENRE: smut

SYNOPSIS: Quarrel – reconciliation – the closed door of the dressing room.

WARNINGS: rough sex, drunk sex, sex in public places, p in v

A/N: english is not my native language! I hope I was able to do what anon asked me to do. By the way, you can also leave your requests!!

You've always hated fan meetings before concerts. A terrifying crowd of maddened girls, pressing worse than a tank and screaming louder than all sirens, once again strove to break through the fence, behind which those that everyone dreams of, those who are unattainable, those who live in some unearthly space and smile at those same girls only from posters on top of torn wallpaper above the bed in frozen, so inanimate poses were about to appear. The girls excitedly waved their cameras, drawings, and albums, looking at a large stand full of images of the album, against which the "Kings of Suburbia" autograph session was about to begin.

Even from afar, it was sickening for you to watch, because such events definitely did not give you joy. Firstly, these fans know no boundaries and can sometimes afford too much. Secondly, the pressure and tension scratching from within does not let go, holding him in a tight prickly embrace – your lover is not at all shy to flirt in response. Of course, of all the famous four, it was he who happened to become an honorary "womanizer." They're just fans who can't even dream of being in your shoes. Their only pleasure is to get an autograph of their favorite idol and take a photo as much as possible so that "all the friends will definitely get jealous." That's how you always calmed yourself down in order to extinguish the growing flames of jealousy inside. The pretense of arrogance at the sight of all these young screaming girls was rapidly transformed into a mixture of suffocation and a kind of despair – oh, how you wanted to come up and just take Tom away from here from prying eyes. From their eyes. And if Bill, Gustav and Georg behave more restrained at the autograph sessions, limiting themselves to just a smile and a short nod of the head, then the elder Kaulitz will definitely throw something out. He will sign with a marker on bare chest, without hesitation, omit a vulgar compliment or wink, deliberately touching lip piercing with tongue and thereby bringing beloved fans to ecstasy. It flattered his ego and elevated his already inflated self-esteem to the skies.

You watched in confusion as the fans came almost right up to the table, where the band members were already sitting, ready to sign CDs, photos, albums, breasts, damn it. It's funny, but there are such fans at every session. And you know everyone's reaction at the same time – Bill will blush amusingly and will put on an awkward smile, Georg will just laugh, Gustav will pretend that he is indifferent to everything as always, but Tom.. He definitely won't refuse such a request to the distraught fans. And it was incredibly annoying.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Tom?”

“I have a lot of girls.”

“Which one of you has the most fans?”

“I have it! And interestingly, they are all girls..”

“I've had sex all over the world. I would have made a great video if I could have chosen the actresses.. But then it'll probably be like porn.”

“Hey, Georg, I can give you some girl numbers so you don't get bored..”

You grinned through your teeth, ignoring the resentment rising in your throat, burning harder than the red-hot lava in the Vesuvius Gorge. Bitch, he'll never admit to reporters or fans. You desperately wanted to believe that he would admit it to himself. Always, absolutely always, Tom's conversations in all interviews were always about girls, which made it impossible to shake your personal balance from the inside. Your balance with him. You knew that all this was just a clever production move to keep the band on top of the ratings for as long as possible. God forbid that the interest of those same girls, who made up the entire fanbase, should fade away. After all, the news that the main seducer of the group had already acquired his faithful would break millions of hearts around the world. Neither Jost nor the label was an attractive prospect, and therefore you were strictly forbidden to go out with Tom together, so as not to fall into the traps of paparazzi cameras and not become a cause for gossip in the tabloid press. Everything was supposed to be kept a top secret, namely Tom's relationship with you, which has been going on for two years. The choice is harsh enough, but you were satisfied with such sacrifices. Although sometimes it seemed to you that Tom would have made a great actor – he coped too well with the role assigned to him.

During your visit to Tokyo and his, he brazenly stared at Japanese schoolgirls and, right in front of the camera, gave out his signature: “Cool short skirts!” With a funny German accent. And yet, sometimes he would show up at his hotel room with you drunk and wearing someone else's feminine perfume on his T-shirt, after which he would fall asleep almost in the hallway, content with the fate of a world-famous musician. And it was at such moments that you tried to make sure that no one could hear your sobs from the bathroom door, which was closed. You batted your eyelashes to blink the sad bitterness out of your eyes and just try to pull yourself together and not go to the younger Kaulitz's room to complain about his brother's drunken antics. Or for sincere conversations with Georg, with whom you have always had friendly harmony and mutual understanding, even in these frenzied tours, studio chores and other worries of musicians. But no, you tried to stand it all by yourself, watching from afar as your drunken body got tangled in your own T-shirt. You held on.

The edge of your worried gaze catches on a couple of girls who came up to the table and dressed quite frankly, as you noted for yourself. Bill signed the album they brought first, smiling with a marker pen, and then pushed it to Tom. The trembling hands of one of these people held the camera uncertainly, while the other whispered something in Tom's ear, which immediately made him smile. A couple photo with an idol? A kiss on the cheek and a click. Irritated by all the threads of your already wound–up nerves, you pursed your lips and watched the reaction of the elder Kaulitz – of course, to wink and sign on the cleavage area, which was specially prepared with a short top - as if to spit. It was hard for you to hold back. Yes, you and Tom were in a relationship, but this was not a reason to declare to the whole world your ownership rights to Tom. This cannot be done. This is prohibited. Now he is a star for whom the stage image is above all. But is it an image?

It went on like this with almost all the fans, even the most obviously scary ones, which made you even laugh nervously. Flirtatious glances, winks, similar insolence in the form of kisses, and most importantly, Tom's disposition and calmness towards all this fueled a raging mess of irritation and jealousy in you. Sometimes it even came to thoughts of breaking off the relationship, because seeing your boyfriend so often in the company of such insolent girls was beyond your strength. Similarly, it was beyond your strength to watch Tom briefly go somewhere with those same girls, and then come back as if nothing had happened, joining the rest of the band to pose for a photo shoot. And these two were whispering about something insanely vulgar, passing by an unsuspecting you.

“I can indulge in sex with a fan.”

The tension grew from the inside, and staff bustled about, ushering out the curious girls, who were still shouting various words of love and delight, most of them addressed, of course, to Tom. And you had a brilliant idea, in your opinion. Well, now you had to retreat faster and make your way to the balcony, from which the stage will be visible in the palm of your hand and you can watch the performance that has already amazed the whole world, so that you definitely do not lose sight of Tom, follow every movement of his strong hands caressing the guitar, and of course look at the blonde soloist in royal robes.

The guys, still under the power of emotions that did not let go after the performance, smile broadly as they walk down the corridor towards the dressing room. You knew how to sneak into the backstage area, bypassing all the guards, and you were already there shortly before the four appeared. Bill and Gustav were the first to appear in your field of vision, waving their hands in a polite and friendly manner, after which they disappeared through the door, followed by Georg.

“Well, Tom, get ready, my revenge will be sweet.” It flashed through your mind.

“Wow, what kind of people.” The bassist stretched out his vowels affably when he saw his best friend's girlfriend.

“Great, he'll play along with me!” You cunningly realized and ran up to the short-haired brown-haired man with emotions, bumping into him with hugs.

“Georg!” You tenderly extend the bass player's nickname, which is already boring to everyone, expressing sincere, genuine delight: “You were just on top! As always, the whole hall sang along with you.. You are simply the best! I am sure that all the MTV awards will be yours this year.” You babbled so fast and enthusiastically, being sure that Tom would definitely notice it.

“My princess, actually, in this group, who is the best and most talented is me.” And here you heard a familiar timbre from behind. He noticed. Wow, his ego and arrogance are right there.

“And the most humble, of course.” You squeezed out through your teeth, casually glancing at Tom, who was coming up from behind. But still pretending that you don't care about him at all, still continuing to smile, looking at Georg.

“Let him suffer.” You were being sarcastic inside yourself.

“Huh, don't tell me, he's Mr. Modesty himself.” The bassist picked up, not missing the opportunity to make fun of the elder Kaulitz.

The unhealthy twinkle in his eyes went through your whole being, causing you to feel an unpleasant chill from the inside. You were still clutching onto the T-shirt on Listing's shoulders, completely ignoring the whole world. The world Tom was in was so close that his gaze created a tremulous excitement. In the huge pockets of his jeans, Kaulitz hid his palms, which had already turned into fists, exacerbating the already tense atmosphere hovering around him.

“She's standing there, bitch, smiling, and Georg is just happy.” Tom thought to himself. “He's too polite to push his bandmate's girlfriend away from him, covering it all up with a strong friendship.”

The soloist's voice came from the dressing room, saying that he couldn't find the damn bottle of champagne anywhere.

Tom got out of the shower later than the others, tumbling out into the dressing room, where his bandmates and you were sitting on low sofas and sipping your favorite stress-relieving champagne. And Kaulitz Sr. even regretted it, entering the room last and finding a rather interesting picture – if his brother and the drummer were sitting close to each other, engaged in some kind of conversation, then you and Georg are together. You were almost snuggled up to the bass player, crossing your legs, thereby lifting the dress slightly above the knees and revealing the graceful legs that he wanted to instantly pick up and spread. He was looking at the charming curves of your figure, which you deliberately tormented with your exaggerated, horribly nauseating acting, inventing involvement in Bill's conversation about awards, nominations, producers and other show business routine for world stars. He absorbed the way your lips pressed against the glass, sipped the sparkling liquid, and then stretched into a smile for all the band members, but especially for Georg. The elder Kaulitz's interior was burning with deadly heat, comparable in temperature to the sun's core, and it could only be cooled with an entire bottle of champagne stored in the minibar. That's it, drink it in one gulp, but you can't get away from the burning sensation from the inside.

“Tom, what are you doing up there?” The voice of his younger brother brought him back to reality, and the guy stupidly blinked in order to tear his eyes away from the idyll involving his girlfriend. “I've already poured it for you.”

“Thanks, Bill, I don't want to.” A rude voice spread in the dressing room. Tom fell down next to his brother on a low sofa, wedging himself between him and Gustav. He already regretted that he had refused a cold sparkling drink, so at least he could get some relaxation. But no, Kaulitz chose to exhaust his self–control by leaning on the back of the sofa and spreading his legs wide in his trademark manner.

“Do you remember how we got drunk after a concert a couple of years ago, so that we didn't even wake up in our hotel?” You sounded cheerful. “Only Georg was sane at that time, and he also brought everyone to their senses..” You turned to the bass player, not letting go of your almost empty glass.

“Oh yeah, how can you forget that,” Bill popped an apple slice into his mouth for a snack. “Only I even woke up with a new tattoo after that incident.” And as a reaction to this, everyone laughed, even Gustav. Tom only managed a nervous, angry smile. Georg. The cloying, unpleasant sound of your cheerful voice, gargling in Tom's ears.

Georg and you were on pretty strong friendly terms, as well as with Bill and Gustav, too. Unless, at the moment, the bass player had no idea that he was the target of your little devious game against Tom. But he couldn't object openly either, because in any relationship with girls he remained calm, sane, as well as good manners and politeness.

“Do you want another drink?” Listing responded sympathetically, seeing the empty glass of his friend, you. You obediently put your glass under a new dose of alcohol, as the bottle immediately ran out.

“Thanks. You are the best friend on earth!” You smiled broadly and, not expecting such impudence bordering on excitement, you gave Georg a short kiss on the cheek. Maybe he blushed funny after that, but you didn't see it, trying to sneak a peek at Tom's reaction. Tom feigns extreme calm, trying not to fill the space with alarmed and angry sighs.

“And what does that mean? Do you want to laugh at me? To make fun of?” It was inside Tom. Kaulitz is twisted from the inside out from fucking impotence and a desire to take revenge on the girlfriend for this unspoken game on his nerves, but between these conversations about "anything" in their group and in a similar situation, it's at least indecent to sort things out. First of all, in front of my brother and colleagues. Fortunately, a good reason came up – you got up, straightening your dress and followed to the mini-bar for a new bottle, while your friends were engaged in conversations about music. And Tom gets up after you, jerking off the couch and heading towards you. Every action, every word directed against him, is hammered into the coffin of his self-love and pride. How he hates it when he is so blatantly tricked like an ignorant fool. Especially if his beloved girlfriend does it, especially in front of others. An unpleasant pressure settles in the head and prompts sharpness and impatience to rise from their inner graves. It turned out to be very ironic in relation to the guitarist. But he's not amused.

“Honey, can I have a word with you?”

Tom's alarmed and angry voice pierced into your back like a spear, while you crouched next to the minibar, taking out a bottle. You clearly felt that the elder Kaulitz was right behind you, waiting for an answer that he was interested in himself. However, he gives himself a grace period only for the first three minutes, and after that he just gets bored. Your nature silently rejoices at such a simple observation- “Oh, he's finally hurt by this. Now he's not just looking at his teenage fans.”

“Tom, wait, I need to open a bottle.” As if you were casually disavowing, continuing to ignore the already pretty angry guy. But you're happy anyway, because you've caused an emotional flurry inside him, which is definitely detonating with frenzied power right now.

”You can wait.” Kaulitz thundered, roughly snatching the bottle from your fragile hands and putting it back on the table. “You better not piss me off.”

You didn't have time to understand anything and even cast a helpless glance at the guys, who were still talking enthusiastically about something, as Tom almost jerked you out of the room and led you towards the second dressing room – the one where the band was preparing for the concert. Without even being able to react, you just followed under the pressure of a tall, strong body that instantly pushed you into an empty dressing room.

“Tom, what are you doing..” Desperately seeking understanding, but such a doomed tone of your voice spreads through the room with a barely trembling vibration. You involuntarily cringed when the guitarist's fingers pressed down on the door latch, and then you leaned your whole body against the wall and were about to move when he abruptly approached you again. It even hurt when Tom grabbed you by both hands and literally pushed you into the white surface of the wall.

“What the fuck was that just now?” Tom's steely voice sounds literally in your ears, but your vigilance is already too blunted by the effects of alcohol on an empty stomach.

“What do you mean?” You're innocently batting your eyelashes to deliberately piss Kaulitz off. You have flaming crimson cheeks, a naive smile and boundless calmness on your face. Tom's grip became stronger, and it felt like your wrists were going to crack under the pressure. You felt uncomfortable that Tom's arms had completely immobilized you. Below your waist, you start to feel a pleasant, but unbearable stretch at the mere realization of what those nimble hands can do. At concerts, all the audience as one look at the immaculate guitar solo played by those strong fingers. But none of these girls under the stage have any idea what else these fingers are capable of besides plucking strings.

“Don't pretend. Since when are you hanging around my best friend's neck? And you kiss him on the cheek? The best friend on earth, then?!” Kaulitz is already literally hissing with genuine annoyance, and you literally regret that he's completely sober.

“Mmm, don't be such a jealous bitch, Tom..” Your index finger traces his cheek, under which the muscles were tense as never before. The sinister gaze seemed to stop, incinerating the negligent girl's nature, but you really enjoyed making Kaulitz lose his temper, as if it gave you extreme pleasure.

“Yes? Are you sure you want to see what else I can be? Or.. Are you really looking at Georg already? Am I missing something?”

“No, Tom, I...”

“What?! Maybe you could have sat on his lap and rubbed your ass? Great, my girlfriend is acting like a whore!”

“Aren't you acting like a whore? So you can pick up female fans all over the world, but what do you suggest to me – just look at it and be happy? By the way, they're hanging around your neck in whole squads, and you're just glad, you damn womanizer!” You were screaming with genuine resentment and awakened seriousness.

“It's part of my image. And you got so fucked up about it that you decided to use my best friend? Eh?! Answer me!” He was openly mocking me, masking it under anger and burning irritation, which literally hurt my ribs. You listened to every word, but you didn't stop smiling, pretending to be interested and even a little afraid. My legs were shaking slightly, losing their footing, but not from exertion, but from something else.

“Well, at least that's how you noticed that I'm not an empty place for you.. But Georg is like that.. Attentive, caring, humble..” The remnants of withered superiority breed audacity, and for this audacity you have to pay a serious price.

“You've pissed me off, my doll.” He grins wryly, pressing your wrists against the wall itself, literally pouncing on you, showing that the victim, cornered by him, cannot escape. You're frozen and waiting, as if the time has disappeared, and everything around you is so inaccessible and so inanimate, and only a couple of coffee pools are intently scanning, twisting the shutter speed of both. Tom forcefully bites into your lips, now holding you tightly by both forearms and showing all the strength that is many times greater than your fragile body, does not even allow you to take an unnecessary protesting sigh, possessively crushing your pliant lips and tasting the still undissolved taste of champagne. How selfishly Tom rejoiced, feeling the subtle mumbling right on his lips and the way you brazenly bit his piercing, asking for even more, and just as furiously responded to him as much as the opportunity and the growing pressure of the guy allowed.

Tom's hands reach lower, stopping at your waist, and then dangerously close to the literally red border. The urge to get rid of it and finish what he started was already overwhelming and so oppressive, even in his loose pants, and you could feel it. Lips with a vulgar smack come off your scarlet-swollen lips, continuing their torment already lower. No matter how many of them there were, it was always not enough, his body was already shaking in feverish heat from mind-blowing desire generated by anger and possessiveness. You cried out at his peculiar kiss on the neck, finally going limp in his grip and holding onto the T-shirt on your shoulders with your nails. This cry of yours, mixed with anxiety and still hovering tension, generates a whole chain of discordant beats of the organ in your chest, which you completely owned. What Tom voluntarily gave you as a tribute, he made the biggest sacrifice of his life. But now he's still unhappy, biting your pale skin and decorating your body with pink and scarlet markings to know exactly who his girl belongs to. You were genuinely surprised that he had so much strength even after the concert, so much so that your legs were crossed at a firm waist, and under your knees it was like a stone. You could have gone limp in his grip and not even been afraid to fall, so tightly Kaulitz picked you up like a piece of fluff.

“Tom..” Your pleading whisper is lost somewhere in his man bun hair, while the guy confidently carries you towards the dressing table and in one hand literally in a second wipes away everything that was on it – plastic cups, napkins, brushes. A stinging roar instantly rang in his ears, but then again, who cared now? As soon as he saw your parted lips and tangled hair, charmingly covering one side of your chiseled, delicate face, Tom again felt how all the blood from his heart instantly rushes to the plexus under his fly, almost to painful urges.

“So you just didn't have enough of my attention, did you?” With a jerk, Kaulitz got rid of his T-shirt and kept his eyes on you, who was sitting on the dressing table by the mirror.

“Was it already impossible for me to chat with your friends and brother?” The equanimity in your feminine voice is indestructible, which burns a fine line on Tom's nerves.

“Bitch, you're looking for trouble.. Big trouble!” Tom's hands are on either side of you.

“So what are you going to do, Tom?” The sweetly drawn-out name in your voice and the subtle excitement in your body are transmitted by micro-impulses to the male nature, concentrating in the bottom of his stomach, so shamelessly cramping the space under his fly even more.

“You're making me angry on purpose, aren't you?” Tom's hand descends on your neck, gently squeezing. “Better not. Otherwise, you'll regret it, I promise.” Now a real, sticky fear rolled down your spine and froze in your throat. Still, it was scary to feel his tense breathing from above and literally not imagine what Kaulitz was capable of in a fit of uncontrollable anger.

”Tom, please..” Your pleading pronunciation is driving him crazy and twisting his steel self-control. Between you and Tom there is a tense impulse of fucking madness because of the dress that cannot be unbuttoned in any way on your back, and Tom angrily gets rid of the unnecessary fabric by simply pulling the zipper and taking off the dress that he himself bought for you in Milan, over your head and throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. You squirm, unable to move, choking out a hoarse “Tom”, surrendering to his ruthless pressure, and feeling the closeness and the urgent need to feel each other more quickly in every sense. You feel so good when Kaulitz presses down on you, forcing you to lie down on the table, and he comfortably settles between your spread legs. He's breathing heavily himself, as if he's played another concert and all the air has been forcibly drained from his concrete lungs. With a superior, mocking grin, he looks down at you, getting rid of the last interfering element, putting all the desire and impatience into these movements.

“I'll fuck you in every corner of this damn dressing room.. To make you realize that you belong to me.” The logical stress on the last word bites into your thin neck with a fairly noticeable bite. You answer him again with a ragged half-scream, even wincing at the pain of the sensations, as Kaulitz abruptly bit into your neck like a vampire, and then he touched your fresh wound with his heated tongue, without apologizing and adding to the already stuffy atmosphere even more degree. The penetration of Tom's first strong finger into an already insanely wet, heated womb paralyzes you like a discharge of twenty thousand volts, makes you sparkle like a bare wire at a power plant. For Kaulitz, your mumbling becomes the second music pleasant to his ears after the songs of his own band. It's the way you pitifully and strangled repeat his name, impaling yourself on his second finger, begging him to move more sharply, but Tom deliberately delays, plunging into your wet and narrow captivity.

“Beg me louder.” Kaulitz has the upper hand now. Tom himself understands that this is just a postponement to the most cherished, and that he himself will not last long, feeling tight under his fly. You lift your head up, wriggling like a snake, and Tom seems to take pity on you, massaging sensitive points and moving two trained fingers more actively and curling his lips in a half-sneer. He lifts your fragile back with his other hand, prompting you to change the angle, and better allow yourself to hear your precious moans, which are such a sweet balm to his ears and the pride you swatted away. You squeeze tighter, squeezing the man's strong back with your nails for support, tasting the full range of sensations in colors, as his fingers move more nimbly and actively inside you, bringing you to a peak moment. And even now it excites you to think that these fingers are meant just for you. An intense desire wakes up in you to speed up the pace, lean against his wet chest more tightly, scratch his entire back and hear a personal dose of irritated growls and half-moans in your ear.

“Please..” Clutching his shoulders, you get lost in the sensations of the inappropriately slowed pace of Tom's strong fingers from the inside, ready to whine in despair. Tom takes advantage of this and gently bites you in the neck again, planting a new hickey and licking the wounds he had already left on you. And briefly glancing at the mirror behind you, he almost shamelessly cums from the view that opened up to him – your petite back, legs spread apart, loose hair falling to your waist. “It's like she was made for porn.” He thinks cunningly and plunges his phalanges inside you again. He is excited by the thought that now his beloved will not be able to cover his own marks in such a prominent place while it is the height of summer outside. Therefore, it consolidates its success by going down to the collarbones. With a low moan, you slashed your nails across the swarthy glossy skin, causing him to whimper softly. Tom is unhappy. Tom is unhappy because you might cum right now, judging by the ragged pleading whine, and there's absolutely no need for that. In retaliation for this, you want to bite him back, but he doesn't give in, cunningly turning his head, and you have to feel the ticklish touch of his hair strands escaping from man bun on your inflamed skin.

You almost moan into his lips, which dig into the trembling centimeters of pale, moist skin with a new force from the explosive mixture of fear and pleasure. Tom quickly removes his hand and plunges both phalanges into your mouth to make you feel your own sweetness. With his other hand, he hastily pulls down his pants along with his boxers, releasing the cause of his painful urges, already hard, tight and stony, which is unbearable to endure any longer.

“Mine.” With one thrust, he plunges into you abruptly and unceremoniously, grabbing your hips tightly and holding you firmly at the right angle. “Mine..” Then he gently slaps your pale thigh, begging for a moan. You don't have time to adjust to the pace, you get lost in sensations bordering on pain and pleasure again, as from the very first seconds Tom began to intensify his thrusts, penetrating his stone penis literally to your brain cells, to the rainbow scattering in your eyes. Being in a comfortable position under a man's body and crossing your legs at his waist, you cling to his back more tightly than before as the last support, furiously catching his lips, expressing a desire to become one with him, feeling every red-hot cell of his body, every breath, every moment. Kaulitz pushes back roughly, crushing your hips hard, until it hurts, while you cling to his slippery skin, moving on to the scattering of his hair on the back of his head. Tom's strong hand grabs your already wounded neck and turns it to the side so that you don't miss the chance to look at yourself from the outside, even out of the corner of your eye, for a moment your breath even caught, and Tom, sensing this, loosened his grip on you, clinging to this place on your neck with parted wet lips.

“Look carefully!” A hoarse exhale wounds the silence with Tom's characteristic commanding tone. You squirm, accepting all his rudeness, watching as his guitar-worn hands land on your hips with a soft slap, and how exactly your and Tom's doppelgangers in the makeup mirror repeat all these movements. Your wet strands of hair are tangled between his tense fingers, and, trying to get rid of the madness that has come over him again, Tom makes a new forward movement and grabs the ends of your hair tightly, pulling. The fucking necessary power required right now blows his mind and encourages him to cling to your sweet neck, collarbones, breasts to prove who's in charge here. He doesn't even look at the range of emotions on your face, just wanting to restore his superiority and irreplaceability. He may be a stupid little boy, afraid of losing you, but that's exactly what he is, the real one. He breathes raggedly almost into your lips, moving higher again, tracing invisible patterns on your body, and once again pushing inside the seductive warmth with his aching, thirsty cock. And you're pleased to see him, so naked, even helpless, but always strong, domineering, loved, damn it, with two contradictory personalities living inside. You take these emotions and feigned frenzy for granted, completely adapting to his insatiable, thirsty rhythm and listening to his sighs, becoming one with him.

The undulating bodies moving on top of each other, glittering in the light of the lamps, completely repeat the movements from the mirror surface. And as soon as Tom catches sight of it, a desire awakens inside him to continue, but more sharply, like the surf hitting the rocks with a loud noise, so much so as to make you freeze with pleasure from each of his movements, already increasing in amplitude and frequency, like a starved beast gutting its victim writhing on the dressing table, pitiful squeaks, taking millimeter by millimeter of burning skin into its power, biting your neck, scorching your collarbones with his breath and holding your graceful legs tightly crossed on his strong male belt under your knees.

You pressed yourself into his neck, leaving a small retaliatory hickey as Kaulitz temporarily let his guard down. You beg, plead with him to move faster, to really make your eyes bloom with bright rainbow colors. You loved having sex with Tom in places like this, because the extremes, his own pressure, and peculiar risk aroused you better than various foreplay. You're still whispering his name next to his ear, exhaling painfully into his wet, scratched shoulder. His sighs form into full-fledged moans in response, and you realize that he is already close. Because that's how Tom moans, only when discharge is already close and approaching by leaps and bounds. But he's still pressing into you, also holding you under the small of your back for the best angle, breathing hotly into your collarbone and barely audibly sobbing from touching your nails to the fresh scratches covered with perspiration. He thrusts greedily, exploding under the onslaught of his own hot nature, still not losing his goal to break so deep that the whole corridor can hear your deafening, longed-for scream. And he doesn't care what his brother, bandmates, or the rest of the staff say later. He doesn't care about that. With a loud growl, Tom comes, holding your unresisting body more tightly under him, not moving himself for a while, but still pulsating inside the coveted, warm tightness that is designed specifically for him, exploding with another chain of micro-explosions, like bright fireworks on a dark night, flowing between your thighs with a whitish viscosity. And you and Tom were still motionless, both of you, catching your frantically ragged breath. And now he gives you the opportunity to look into his eyes clouded with flaming sweetness and hug him by the neck, touching his hair in an already disheveled man bun, pull him closer to you and give him a warm, now truly tender kiss.

“Tom..” You emit directly into his lips, tracing the contour of his face with your finger, tickling your own skin with his beard, tracing all the perfections and non-existent imperfections, admiring the perspiration on his forehead, long fluffy eyelashes that are still trembling anxiously, admiring how he is now, exclusively for you alone, not at all for those girls who flirt in vain at concerts and they'll never get a thousandth of the kind of heaven that's reserved for you, and you're thrilled about it.

“Do you understand now that it's better not to anger me?” Tom's smiling exhale and his fingers on your chin, encouraging you to look directly at him.

“Mm, I'll think about it..” You're flirting jokingly, tilting your head to the side. “If you don't piss me off anymore first.”

“You're shameless..” Kaulitz's quiet voice stirs you up from the inside to little goosebumps on your skin, turning into a long kiss on the shoulder. “And I really love you like this.”

“Which one is it?”

“When you're ready to show how much you love me, you come up with something like that, my princess..”

You want to memorize every relaxed emotion of Tom, touch his face with your fingers again. And he means by his whole appearance that he likes this kind of game. And you want to admire forever how his eyes burn even brighter than all the heavenly stars in almost black pools and share their endless warmth that will cover even in the most dank cold.

“But it doesn't have to be done at all. I am only yours..” He whispered affectionately, plastering his cheek against your palm like a kitten, tickling you with his beard again. Tom leans over you, watching the humility and then complete acceptance flounder in the palette of your gaze, carefully stroking the skin of your cheeks, delicately running his thumb, removing the interfering dark strands behind your ear and simply admiring you.

“The sly one!” A kiss on his lips and now complete calmness. “Then.. I'll try to make you more angry next time..”

Path to Redemption

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x female reader

GENRE: fluff & smut

SYNOPSIS: The young man's dry lips touched your neck with a smeared kiss, and the man's hand rested on your narrow waist, feeling the pleasant silk fabric under the pads of his fingers. “Am I forgiven?” Bill asked hopefully, continuing to kiss your slender neck. “I don't know,” You said mockingly, turning your head to the side, meeting the black eyes opposite.

WARNINGS: drunk sex

A/N: english is not my native language! It's a bit short and without details, sorry. I want to thank everyone very much for such activity, it's the first time for me to receive so much attention, thank you all very much!!

A light breeze gently penetrated into the bedroom, bringing with it the freshness of springtime. The silence, interrupted from time to time by the passing sounds of cars, created a calm atmosphere. The wall clock, which had already marked one o'clock ten minutes ago, reminded of the passing time. In the midst of all this, in a comfortable hotel room, you were quietly falling asleep, comfortably wrapped in starched snow-white blankets. You were breathing peacefully, periodically turning from one side to the other. But the sound of the door opening, as well as the attempt to close it as quietly as possible, was clearly a failure, because your sensitive hearing detected the appearance of someone else. This "someone" clumsily tried to take off his huge black shoes, and also grumbled with displeasure at the next setback.

You recognized that grunting and barely heard swearing in German right away. Sleepily standing on the cold floor, you gave up trying to find your slippers, going to the source of the sounds with your bare feet. The culprit of your unlucky dream was leaning on a locker in the hallway, trying to keep his balance, which obviously wasn't going well. The young man was standing with his back hunched over, and the familiar light windbreaker had long been lying a little apart from the shelf. You crossed your arms, watching your boyfriend's clumsiness, as well as his futile attempts to do something.

“Help?” Suddenly, a woman's voice made Bill start and turn around sharply. You were standing nearby in a dark blue nightgown, watching with a barely visible grin.

Exhaling in relief, the guy broke into a drunken smile. “Baby, you scared me.” He replied hoarsely, straightening up.

“Can you imagine how you scared me with your loud bang? I thought someone was after me!” You chuckled, coming closer.

“I'm sorry. I really tried to be as quiet as possible..” With typical Kaulitz sincerity, he apologized, lowering his head.

You softened your gaze by taking a man's hand in yours. “I heard you got hurt during the concert today, does it hurt much?” You asked with genuine concern, running your fingers over Bill's bandaged hand.

“It's okay, but I almost fainted from the sight of blood.” The brunette giggled.

“And you decided to forget what you saw with the help of booze? Or what? You usually prefer not to drink too much, but now you can't even take off your shoes on your own!” You shook your head, squatting down, helping him out of the high platform of his favorite boots.

“I didn't mean to. The guys just insisted and wouldn't let go!” Somehow taking off his uncomfortable shoes, the guy continued: “I told them that my princess was waiting for me, but they didn't believe it..”

“Just don't suck up now. You know perfectly well that I'm angry!” You furrowed your eyebrows, continuing: “I was hoping that at least today we would spend the evening together, but instead, you're back with your band, which you're almost married to!” Rolling your eyes, you blurted out, walking back towards the bedroom.

Kaulitz immediately hurried after your departing figure, tripping over the damn carpet in his manner. A guy on his own often bumps into something, and if he's not sober, he can fall or injure himself out of the blue. Cursing the stupid carpet, Bill followed you into the bright bedroom and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed with your back to him. And he's willing to bet that you're frowning at the panoramic window right now, pursing your lips into a thin line. After standing at the door for a while, he slowly walked deeper into the small room, sitting on the edge of the bed on the opposite side. The singer's head was spinning now because of the whiskey he had drunk, and nothing came to mind but to crawl up from behind and hug the fragile female shoulders, circling, hugging.

“Well, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to upset you..” He apologized softly, hugging you tighter, burying himself somewhere in your collarbone. You didn't say anything, still sitting with your arms crossed. “Do you want to come back here to Paris after the world tour? Just you and me. What do you say?” Kaulitz was already taking more significant actions. If only the ice between you would melt and you would stop sulking.

“Really?” You asked the question softly, with a less caustic tone.

“It's really true..” The brunette whispered in your ear, feeling the girl's tense shoulders relax, meaning that the guy had found a point of contact. The young man's dry lips touched your neck with a smeared kiss, and the man's hand rested on your narrow waist, feeling the pleasant silk fabric under the pads of his fingers.

“Am I forgiven?” Bill asked hopefully, continuing to kiss your slender neck.

“I don't know,” You said mockingly, turning your head to the side, meeting the black eyes opposite: “I still have an unpleasant sediment.” Your slender hand touched the singer's sharp cheekbone, gently stroking.

“I will do everything so that you no longer feel this "sediment".” The young man said reassuringly, before clinging to your parted lips. The native taste with notes of the distant sensation of "Glenfarclas" on the tongue surprised you. How long does Scottish alcohol last that even after such a long time you can catch the familiar taste of bitterness. Every touch of the skin, every movement of the lips is perceived by your senses, making you tremble from the energy that permeates from the inside. Bill ran his hot tongue over your lower lip, as usual, pulled in your upper lip, and then deepened the kiss to the bright stars in your eyes.

Kaulitz gradually moved to your sharp collarbones, slightly biting the pale skin, leaving small marks. You tilted your head to the side, giving more space for the greedy kisses that the German so passionately gave. Soft moans escaped from your lips, your eyelashes trembled slightly with pleasure, the thin strap of your nightgown was brazenly lowered under the influence of Bill's hands, exposing elastic female breasts. Completely relaxed, you leaned against the guy with your whole body, and, placing your head on his shoulder, moaned once again when Bill's cold palms touched your erect nipples. The contrast between hot breath on your neck and cold hands on your chest made your head spin, and Bill's arousal pressing against your lower back made it clear that you weren't the only one in a difficult position right now.

The manicured nails of the guy scratched the inside of your thigh, adding sharpness. Bill bit his lips until they bled, just not to moan with you in unison, because just the feeling of a pliant body in his own hands, caressing sighs full of pleasure, and the damn strong pressure of tight jeans pushed him to whine pitifully with impatience. Cold hands picked you up and laid you on the bed, and Kaulitz himself hung over you, looking at you with undisguised lust. He wanted to tear off the remnants of the rags hiding your seductive girlish body, and with the same fervor squeeze you into himself, taking everything without a trace. But instead, the brunette slowly lifted the hem of your dress up, throwing the already noticeably wet underwear aside. You were incredibly glad that the lights were off and you wouldn't have to be embarrassed by your nakedness again. But even so, the singer still stared there, licking his lips hungrily.

“Devil! Bill, stop looking! How many times have I asked!” Shyly squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to close your thighs. But the man's hands crossed the desire to hide, spreading your legs back anyway.

“It's not the first time we've done this, so why are you still so shy?” The German chuckled, continuing: ”You're just very beautiful..”

“God, spare me such compliments, especially those made at such a moment!” With your eyes fixed on the side, you asked.

“Good. I will not. Just don't stop looking at me.”Cuddling between my thighs, the guy gave me an ultimatum. Your eyes met the deep black depths again, into which it seemed it would be ideal to plunge and stay forever in this mysterious darkness.

“And why do you get so bold when you drink? You don't set any conditions for me when you're sober.”

Kaulitz didn't say anything, just gently brushed his lips over your inner thigh, knocking your breath away. The coffee-colored eyes still seemed to stare into your very soul, and the rough tongue stroked your crotch tightly, tearing a sweet moan from you. The wet flesh took the caresses extremely well, constantly contracting as his metal piercing bead teasingly slid over your sensitive spot. Pressing his fingers against the front wall of your vagina, Bill found the G spot and continued to stimulate your clitoris with his tongue.

The room was filled with wet sounds, vulgar smacking and feminine sighs. The hot tongue collected the plentifully flowing lubricant, preventing at least one drop of the thick liquid from leaking. Your hands are buried in the guy's black, coarse hair, generously varnished, pulling his face closer. Your hips instinctively moved towards him in order to enhance the sensations. The pace increased and the moans became louder each time, signaling that very soon you would reach the peak. Kaulitz knew all your weaknesses too well, and he took advantage of them. Not a single movement of the nimble tongue remained unnoticed, causing an irresistible range of emotions.

“Bill..” You whispered his name, thereby tearing down the German's tower completely. He fucking loved it when you moaned his name uncontrollably. “I'm going to..” Your toes curled up, your back arched, and a high-pitched scream indicated that you had reached your climax. You collapsed back onto the pillow, panting and squinting your eyes. Bill pulled away from your limp body, finally licking the remnants of lube on his lips, looking with shining eyes at the work done, and the result, without words, was excellent. Kaulitz's trademark half-smile formed by itself, too pleased, cat-sweet.

“Do I deserve your forgiveness now?” He whispered, running his nose over your cheekbone.

“Quite.” You chuckled wearily. Your gaze dropped to Bill's jeans, which were still bulging with an erection, causing a quiet laugh. “Come to me..” You pulled him towards you, luring him into a kiss.

The whole night is still ahead.

They call me Superman

PAIRINGS: Spider-Man Bill 2010 x female reader

GENRE: smut

SYNOPSIS: However, if listen closely, can hear muffled moans, growls and body slaps, resounding smacking, teeth clanking against the piercing iron ball and a quiet, quiet declaration of love.

WARNINGS: rough sex, p in v

A/N: english is not my native language! The name doesn't fit the story a bit, because I decided to name it after a song by Superman (Eminem).

The sun was smoothly disappearing into the horizon, spreading the long rays of an orange sunset across, sinking into the sharp corners of skyscrapers, reflecting off glass surfaces and painfully cutting into the eyes with a bright warm light. The streets of London are extremely crowded. Long snakes of cars that stand in endless traffic jams, crowds of people walking outdoors, eating in local bakeries or enjoying the nature of parks.

You were twirling a fresh newspaper in your hands, reading the same headline over and over again. A bold inscription on gray paper reads: “An unknown man in a mask saved our city again! The fight that took place between Spider-Man and Vulture took place in the central clock tower of Big Ben. A lot of damage was done to the building.”

The lines cling to the soul, forcing you to hold your breath for a moment, and then take a deep breath. It was as if there wasn't enough oxygen in your chest, so you went to the panoramic window and opened it wide, letting a cold stream of wind into the apartment. It was already rapidly getting dark outside, the whole of London was in the cold shadow of the night, streetlights alternately began to illuminate the path of passers-by.

You sat down on an armchair, grabbing a color photograph from the coffee table with a masked man who gracefully sat on the roof of one of the buildings. You took this photo a long time ago, but you still didn't dare send it to the press, because it became unpleasant from the realization that this guy would be slandered in the future, as always.

Suddenly, a rustle was heard from the window. You frowned and walked over to him, resting your palms on the windowsill. There was no one there, but your hands slipped, and you almost fell out the window, but someone else's strong arms grabbed you tightly by the waist, pressing your back against your elastic chest. You sighed in surprise, grabbing the savior by the venous hands. Looking down, you saw a dark blue fabric with a strange and rather familiar pattern.. Is that really it?..

A sob escapes from your chest by itself, and you immediately push away from the rescuer. Of course, it was none other than Spider-Man himself. The mesh of the "spider web" on his suit shone beautifully from the light of the street lamps. His sharp features cast bulky shadows, and there was a grin on his plump lips. You stumbled back, eyes wide. There was a photo on the floor that you had been looking at earlier. He squatted down and picked up the photo, letting out a mocking laugh. His gaze was directed entirely at you, and his eyes flashed unkindly.

“It's not a bad photo, is it?” His low voice made me start up. Right now you felt like a real prey in the hands of a predator.

You swallowed hard, a sticky ball of saliva, watching him intently, afraid to move once again.

“Come on, why are you acting like we don't know each other?” A voice came to your ear, and you screamed, recoiling from the hero who suddenly appeared next to you. He laughed and grabbed you by the waist, roughly and closely pressing you against his hot body. And you knew why and why he came to you. After all, it was you who turned him over to the press, photographed him from under the silence and allowed people to slander him. Maybe he's taking revenge like that. Rather, it's not possible, but that's for sure.

You tried your best to resist him, push him away from you and scream with all your might, not sparing your voice, but by doing so, on the contrary, you amused the young man, he laughed and wrapped your long hair around his fist, forcing you to throw your head back. Your heart was pounding, your blood was pounding in your veins, and you were extremely short of breath. Your head was spinning from the imbalance, it felt like it was all unreal, like it was a damn dream. You desperately wanted to push Spider-Man away, but your body was shackled by fear, and you were unable to move. Probably the only thing that kept you from falling was your nocturnal guest, who held your waist and hair tightly.

You silently closed your eyes, squinting and waiting for the subsequent punishment, trying to focus on controlling your own breathing, because at this rate you could easily have hyperventilated your lungs, at least. A strong hand moved higher, circling your chest slowly and gently, massaging your tense shoulders. It seemed to you that his touch left hot traces on your body, burning you to ashes. You felt a whole range of emotions that fell on your fragile shoulders in the form of male hands, but you were distracted from your thoughts by the low voice of the hero.

“Come on, don't be afraid, baby,” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath burning your earlobe. “I really liked your photos. You're probably a professional here, aren't you?” Bill grins, continuing to stroke your girlish shoulders and collarbones with one hand, holding your coiled hair tightly with the other, forcing you to tilt your head to the side, revealing a beautiful, neat neck.

Your body was shaking either from fear or pleasure. Your lips were pursed into a thin line, you finally stopped trying to escape. You began to concentrate on the guy's stinging touches, completely throwing all unnecessary thoughts out of your head. Your body was burning with desire, and you were trembling all over. The young man leads you to a chest of drawers and makes you bend down.

“Look in the mirror. Do you like what you see, mm?“ The hero's low, hoarse voice whispers in your ear, his lips glide over your earlobe and neck, biting and sucking, pulling your thin girlish skin into his mouth.

You stare intently into the reflection, and there you see a brunette who is barely standing on her feet, leaning weakly against the white wood of the chest of drawers, her hair is in disarray, her face is red, and her chest is heaving heavily. Strong, venous hands glide over her chest and waist, smoothly tracing all the curves of her body. He playfully hooks the hem of her T-shirt, unhurriedly lifting it higher, scratching her ribs with his short nails, kissing her neck..

Soon, a T-shirt with a print of some German rock band flies back, by a lucky chance falling neatly on the bed.

“Wow..” A faint chuckle can be heard from the guest. He smoothly outlines the outline of a red lace bra, licks his own lips and plays with the tongue piercing ball, tapping it against his fangs, moving it from side to side. Surely something unthinkable is going on in his head.

He takes out your polaroid camera from somewhere and takes a picture. You immediately start up, perplexed, trying to free yourself from the guy's hands, but he just clicks and thrusts his hips, roughly pushing against your ass, creating an imitation of a push. It made you collapse against a white tree and groan.

Bill, in turn, grins and shakes the photo, making the picture appear. His hand soothingly strokes your thigh, clad in a plaid skirt.

“Well, well, baby.. You have my pictures too, don't you? I'll keep this as a keepsake..” The photo immediately disappears somewhere, and Spider-Man turns all his attention back to you. “Remind me where we're staying..?” he says playfully and abruptly lowers both straps of your bra, making you cry out.

“Shh.. Well, what didn't I see there? Although.. You'll probably look a lot better than the ones I've already seen..” Bill's fingers deftly unfasten the lace element, throwing it away. His lips press against your delicate back skin, biting and licking, making you collapse with your chest against the cold surface of the chest of drawers. The hero slides his hot palms over your bare thighs, crawling under the worthless fabric of skirt, mercilessly scratching the skin of legs, rising higher, higher, higher..

You make a squeak and jump in someone else's arms when calloused fingers touch the most intimate, pushing back the edge of your panties...

You don't even notice how nimble fingers take turns penetrating you, driving deep and rough, contrasting with slow and gentle thrusts. He shamelessly pushes your hot walls apart, doing something incredibly obscene that makes your legs cramp and your knees tremble. His thumb simultaneously caresses the bead of your clitoris in circular movements, forcing you to moan loudly and continuously. Your shoulders were covered with red marks, and Spider-Man was whispering something very vulgar in your ear, constantly touching and squeezing your soft, rounded breasts with his free hand.

Something elastic is openly poking into your lower back, which made your cheeks flush with shame. Bill removes his hand from your chest, hurriedly and impatiently trying to get rid of the belt plaque on the loose cut of his jeans. You decide to help, and putting your hands behind your back, you quickly relieve the young man of the heavy burden of punk jeans. You wrap your manicured hands around him through the fabric of his boxers, and he even chuckled at the interesting contrast of his white underwear and your black nails, but your hand squeezing his cock immediately dispelled all the notes of mischief, from which he throws his head back along with his mohawk, moaning for a long time and stopping the movement of his fingers inside you for a moment. He growls and pulls off his boxers with a jerk, lifting your skirt and leaving a slap on your smooth buttocks, which made you scream. His fingers sloshed out of your warm interior to your disappointed whimper, but something much more substantial immediately rushes in to replace them.

The venous penis of a young man of considerable size fits completely inside you, you whimper and moan, moving your hips, wanting to feel it in action. And Bill lets you. He grabs you roughly by the hips and begins a smooth movement, staring intently at the reflection and grinning.

His organ is engulfed by the unbearable narrowness and warmth of your body, he growls and pushes into you rougher, sharper. You painfully bang your hips against the side of the chest of drawers, and the young man decides to make you arch so that it doesn't hurt so much.

His balls slap against your bulging ass, his fingers leave red marks on your delicate skin, and you whimper, giving back. Bill tilts his head back, crystal clear beads of sweat slowly trickle from his forehead, stroking his sharp cheekbones and jaw, as well as trickling down his clearly visible adam's apple and muscular chest with dark dots of nipples. His abs are tense, and a wild desire arises in the area of his pubis to fuck your soul out. To get back at you for making him look like a villain in front of the whole of London, for daring to take pictures of him from under the silence, for being so fucking beautiful..

He fucks you roughly and continuously, making you scream and squirm, clench your own hands and leave bloody crescents of nails on your palms.

“Oh my God!” You're screaming, clutching Bill's big hand tightly in your hand as he presses his prominent chest against your back. He grins.

“God? Huh.. They usually call me a street bully,” He roughly punches you into a chest of drawers, hissing in your ear through his teeth: “Or a looter, a murderer, a vandal, a monster.” His cock slides a lot harder and deeper, as if trying to get back at you for all the labels they put on him because of your fault. “Do you know who came up with all this? In the next newspaper, should I expect the headlines to say "god" instead of all that filth, huh? Tell me..” Kaulitz's hips are hammering more often, the thrusts are becoming more and more erratic. You come with a deep, long moan, unable to stand this guy's rhythm any longer. He quickly slips out of you, roughly bringing you to your knees.

“Will you apologize properly, baby?” Bill gently strokes your head, pushing you, who has not yet had time to recover from orgasm, into action. You obediently open your mouth, ready to take it completely. Your hot tongue slides over the flushed head of his cock, collecting the remnants of your own semen. You play with the tip of your tongue on his urethra, making him moan loudly and squeeze your hair. You circle his venous penis, not missing a single irregularity, passing deeper into your hot narrow throat. Bill licks his lips, shaking convulsively. He wrapped your long hair in his fist and began to roughly fuck your mouth, moving his hips. You stroke his thighs, scratch with your long nails, take him deeper.

After a couple of deep thrusts, Spider-Man pours into your mouth, looks at you through his fox squint from top to bottom, arrogantly watching as you swallow everything without a trace, finally running your tongue along his entire length, collecting the remaining layer of semen on the surface.

“Good girl..” He breathes heavily and swallows the saliva that has accumulated in his mouth, picks you up by the hair and kisses you wetly, deeply and passionately, after a while he pulls away and grins. “What about the second round?”

The sun has long since disappeared into the horizon, spreading the long rays of an orange sunset across, drowning in the sharp corners of skyscrapers, reflecting off glass surfaces and painfully cutting into the eyes with a bright warm light.

The streets of London are completely empty.

There are no longer those long snakes of cars that stood in endless traffic jams, there are no crowds of people who walked in the fresh air, eating in local bakeries or enjoying the nature of parks. Everything was replaced by bright signs of clubs and restaurants, light from the windows of multi-storey apartments and the rays of a large yellow moon. Fast motorcycles and the sound of water from fountains can be heard on the street. However, if listen closely, can hear muffled moans, growls and body slaps, resounding smacking, teeth clanking against the piercing iron ball and a quiet, quiet declaration of love.

Art of Loving

PAIRINGS: Bill 2009 x female reader

GENRE: fluff & smut

SYNOPSIS: “Your mom hates me..” She'll definitely yell at him if she sees all those hickeys you gave him. Bill laughs with you, snuggling closer to himself. “Don't worry,” he starts, playing with your hair. “My mom hates me too..”

WARNINGS: sex, p in v, poor relationship with mother, eating disorder, self-esteem issues

A/N: english is not my native language! I'll say in advance that there is a time discrepancy here, since Bill's piercing described in the story was done later.

A strong wind and heavy rain were running through the streets of Magdeburg. Thunder roared in the thick clouds, and lightning frolicked somewhere nearby. The streets of Magdeburg are damp and fresh. People are gloomily walking about their business, busily holding colored umbrellas over their heads. But you and Bill are in your warm, cozy apartment, drinking raspberry tea and sitting on the balcony, watching people and dogs jumping merrily through shallow puddles.

“Hey, Schatz?” Bill's hoarse voice distracted from the dampness of the city.

You flinch and look at him. “Yes, Bill?” There's a cigarette smoldering in your hands. You and Bill.. Old friends.

His pale honey-colored eyes are directed into yours, and he asks with full seriousness, frowning: “Would you love me if I were a worm?”

You laugh out loud, hiding your face in your hands. Bill is still serious. Through your laughter, you say, “Listen, have you been taking anything?” You put out your cigarette on the iron railing of the balcony.

The brunette mutters indignantly, “I'm just curious! Well, answer me seriously!” He frowns and purses his lips resentfully.

“Okay, okay. Yes Bill, I will.” You smile and kiss Bill's broken knuckles, his wounds contrasting strongly against his pale skin. You're frowning. “Where did you get your knuckles hurt like that?”

The grin on his pale face began to play. “I hit the wall, Schatz. Because I'm an angry teenager.”

You let out a small laugh and stroke his hands. “An angry teenager who is 19 years old? Very interesting.” Bill rolls his eyes and clucks.

“And why did you hit the wall? She didn't do anything to you.” You mock him, you smile.

The brunette shakes his head, leaning his hands on the railing, rubbing his painted eyes. “She called me a jerk. What an idiot. Can you believe it?” He looks at you hopefully. You shake your head, laughing, and pull him by the back of his head, gently kissing his mole under his lower lip.

Kaulitz lifts the corners of his lips. “I don't deserve you, Schatz. You're amazing.. I'm just a piece of trash.”

“Stop it, Bill. Your depression shouldn't affect my attitude towards you in any way. You're wonderful.” You easily lift his black sweater, run your fingers over his protruding ribs.

Bill is painfully thin.. He smiles, wincing slightly at the tickle. “Okay, okay, but I still don't understand how you can love me after all that I've done. You're crazy, Schatz. You're an alien.”

“You've revealed my secret!” You laugh softly and kiss his thin, pale neck, removing his dark dreadlocks so as not to interfere.

Kaulitz lifts you up in his arms, holding you by the buttocks. “Come on! I've been waiting for this for so long! Give me your sweet lips..”

You shake your head and frown. “Bill, I'm fat, don't lift me up.” You kiss his neat nose. You can't kiss, it'll cloud your minds, blow your mind off. You feel like he's putting you on the balcony railing. Dangerous. Nice.

Bill presses his weathered, rough lips to yours, the taste of nicotine and berries in his mouth, the wind blows harder, hugs your shoulders, plays with the hem of your shirt, under which only underwear is. “You and I are such good friends, aren't we?” You're smiling, mocking me again.

You feel Bill kissing your neck, gently but biting. See how his hands are shaking. Just a second ago, you were just standing there and having a heart-to-heart conversation. He kisses you wetly and buries his long fingers in your hair. The night sky is covered with stars, like rhinestones on a black velvet fabric.

You wrap your long legs around his pelvis, wrap your frozen fingers around his neck. He holds you tightly by the waist, preventing you from falling from the tenth floor. Your short hair is blowing in the wind, his eyes are completely black, the pupil overlaps his bright amber iris. Tears are streaming from your eyes, you don't understand why.

He whispers, breathing heavily, “I.. Love you..” Lips are joining, rain and wind are hitting in the face, teeth are trembling from the cold. Your bodies are hot despite the cold outside. The skin touches, burning each other. You can feel him biting your tongue and lips. Heartbeat is pounding in temples, and ears are throbbing. Bill's hands creep under your thin shirt, stroke your delicate skin, he does not leave your lips, kisses are more and more ragged, dirty, wet.

Your chest is heaving. Both of them have wet hair from the rain. Bill looks into your eyes, and.. Smiling. You smile back and hold him close, massage his scalp, catch a sigh from his lips. You drop your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.. You laugh and kiss his bare collarbone: “Your mom hates me..” She'll definitely yell at him if she sees all those hickeys you gave him.

Bill laughs with you, snuggling closer to himself. “Don't worry,” he starts, playing with your hair. “My mom hates me too. She always hated all my girlfriends. She still wants me to be with that empty-headed blonde from my school, her friend's daughter. But I don't give a fuck.. I'm not doing this for her, but for you.” He hugs you tighter and kisses you on the forehead.

You smile and kiss his plump, bitten lips. “Stop biting them, seriously.”

“I can't, Schatz.” He gently kisses your neck, the touch of his lips makes goosebumps run through your body. His hair tickles your body. Some gloomy passerby shouts at you, calling your actions disgusting and depraved, and that you shouldn't do it, because people see them.

Bill pulls away from your lips, looks at you coldly and gives him his middle finger. He looks back at you and kisses you on the forehead. “Do you want more, Schatz?”

“Pervert.” You kiss his nose. Bill has tongue piercings, eyebrows, septum, and snake bites lips. You gently run your thumb over his lip piercing. “Your mom scolded you for the punctures, didn't she?” You're smiling slyly. Bill gently kisses your finger.

“She tried to stop me, but I'm 19, and I do whatever I want with my body. With her screams, she even gives more reason to disobey.” He lets out a chuckle. Bill's mother thinks you're spoiling him. You have a lot of piercings yourself. He lifts his hands under your shirt and runs his icy fingers over your hot skin.

“By the way.. How's your math score? Does your mom already know?” You stroke his face, kiss his forehead, and remove the strands of hair that get in his way.

“She doesn't know yet. The mother will scream, again. She's always screaming about everything.” He kisses you behind the ear, and softly whispers, “Let's skip school tomorrow? Let's say you're sick. We'll be alone in my room all night. Just you and me..”

“I'd love to, but this will be your fifth absenteeism in a month. You'll be expelled, and your mother will hate me even more.” You smile and laugh briefly, even though it's not really funny at all.

He kisses your whole face. “I don't care. I absolutely don't give a fuck about my mother and my studies, I'm so tired of this shit. The only thing I care about is you. You and my desires. Will you stay with me tomorrow, or are we going to continue our argument all night?”

“I love you.” You're kissing his own plump lips. “But, let's take all the exams for five first, okay? I'll help you fix the deuce. Especially considering that you've already passed 4 exams perfectly! Now pass the math and that's it!” You stroke his hair. “What are you going to do after school?”

He strokes your face and kisses your ear, whispers in a hoarse voice: “I haven't decided yet, I have at least a month ahead of me. But first, I'm going to do some wonderful things with you tonight..”

You smile and slap him on the forehead. “You're good at drawing. Why don't you go to an art academy? Like me.”

He kisses you and squeezes you like you're a toy. Finally he pulls away. “Well, I'll think about it. But I don't know. Maybe I'll accept your offer.”

Three weeks have passed since that day. Bill's mother kicked him out of the house when he told her that he was going to art academy, and not to study medicine, as she wanted. Actually, it was expected, so now he lives with you, in your apartment.

Today is an important day - Bill's graduation. You stand and stare at him when he comes on stage to collect his red diploma for his patience and hard work. You're very proud of him.

He was dressed in a classic black suit, and a dark red tie stood out against his snow-white shirt. Yours, by the way. A short jacket was draped over his shoulders, loose trousers were put on, and he tied his dreadlocks into a low ponytail, not wanting to annoy the director with his appearance even more. He was so incredibly handsome and terribly uninterested in the praise of the director and the many teachers who came out to say their last words to him. Most of the students in the junior, middle and senior grades were crying from the realization that they would not see him again.

His father is standing next to you, and on the other side is Tom, who has already collected his diploma. The mother of the twins did not attend the ceremony, being offended, because besides her, everyone supported your relationship with Bill. His family is very proud of him, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

Bill catches your eye and winks, waving his hand at you. He fascinated you with his appearance. You smile and wave back at him, playfully blowing him a kiss. Bill is embarrassed when he finally picks up his "cherished" diploma, he comes down to you, and you meet him with a large bouquet of white daffodils. He takes your hand, smiling happily, and takes a step back, pulling you in so that you don't interfere with the other graduates and their parents. You rise on tiptoe, you feel his happy, loving gaze on you. He kisses you on the cheek, blushing, and you can hear his sweet laugh for a couple of moments, as if the world ceases to exist around you, as if you are alone in the whole boundless universe. You hear loud screams and applause. The boys from the twelfth grade released a pair of white pigeons into the sky.

“Congratulations, my graduate!” You're smiling.

Bill's father and Tom come up to Bill and hug him tightly, patting him on the shoulder, congratulating him on graduating from high school with excellent grades. Bill smiles sheepishly. Many of his friends and acquaintances also congratulated and said goodbye to him. But his eyes were only on me.

“I did it only because of you, Schatz. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have graduated with good grades.” He kisses your cheekbone with his rough lips, and then you can feel them on your lips.

“I'm proud of you!” You kiss him on the forehead, hugging him tightly.

Time has passed, Bill is already in his second year of fashion design, and you are in your third year of architecture. You're sitting together on the bedroom floor in your cozy little apartment. Bill makes sketches for his new collection of clothes, and you build accurate building plans. Kaulitz leans towards you, keeping his hand on your hip. You see that he uses you as a reference, like a living mannequin.

You stare at him and blush when he looks up at you with his piercing brown eyes. “What are you drawing, Bill?”

“I'm painting you, Schatz. You look like a model.”

You bend over to him and kiss his temple, seeing his satisfied smile. He wraps his long fingers around your face and lowers himself down, kissing your neck, whispering in your ear: “You don't even know how often I draw you.. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. And this beauty exists only for me. You're like a rare diamond that I'm hiding in my hands..”

He kisses your neck again, going down to the hollows of your collarbones, his hands slide up and down your thighs, gently scratching them with his black nails and squeezing, leaving barely visible traces. You smile and kiss his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs.

“We should not be distracted from our work. The session is coming up, which means that the teachers won't be very happy if they see that we haven't drawn anything yet.” You touch your lips to the mole under his lower lip.

He clicks. “We can't, you're right, but I can't concentrate when you're next to me, honey. Your presence is already making me forget everything. You are my universe.” You can feel his hot lips on your neck, again. He whispers, scorching your thin skin with his hot breath: “My dear..” He kisses you on the line of your lower jaw. “My love.” His lips slide sideways, onto your adam's apple, biting weakly. “My diamond.” He's grabbing your artery with his teeth. “My everything.” He runs a wet path with his tongue. “I love you, Schatz.”

His lips are right next to your ear, his tongue is playing with the auricle, and his lobe with several metal rings is being playfully bitten. A wave of goosebumps envelops your body. You pull him by the back of his head and kiss his sweet, plump lips. You feel him sitting you on his lap, running your fingers over his chest through his black T-shirt, gently massaging his tense, tired shoulders. Bill either sighs or moans, throws his head back, wraps his arms around your waist, running his fingers along your back. His tongue slides between your lips, moistening you better than any lipstick, he lays you back on the cold floor, strewn with your sketchy works. Some of them stay under you, but it's not that fucking important. The only thing that matters to you right now is him. And the works can be redrawn.

Your bodies are pressed against each other, his lips don't leave yours, and you can feel him breathing heavily. He pulls away from you, but he's still holding you tight. He takes off his T-shirt, and you look at his big tattoo on his left side. Beautiful. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis, your body trembled with anticipation in his arms. He smiles at you tenderly, picks you up in his arms and gently lays you on the bed, taking out a lubricant and condoms from the bedside table. He's kissing you again.

“What would you like to do today, honey? Standard or..” His lips stretch into a twisted grin.

“Pervert..” You lightly pinch his forearm and feel how he roughly turns you over on your stomach, lifting you up, forcing you to arch your back. Bill carefully places several pillows under you, adjusting the height that is comfortable for both of you.

“That's what I'm talking about, Schatz.” He presses his chest against your naked body, biting and kissing the back of your neck. He kisses your ear, bites your earlobe. You can feel the young man descending lower, showering your entire back with kisses and hickeys, leaving traces of his teeth in some places. His belt buckle is cold, metallic, pressed against your belt. Kaulitz sinks lower, you can feel his hot breath below.

Bill bites his buttock, kisses it, and massages the other with his strong hand. His lips slide down the inside of your thighs, to your bent knees and calves. He rises higher again, his lips touching you below. You're trembling with pleasure. He savors it, running his tongue between your labia and collecting moisture, smacking his lips, stroking your thighs and buttocks. His cold tongue piercing touches your clitoris, and with a loud groan, you jump up in bed as if you've been electrocuted. You can hear him chuckle.

Bill kisses slowly, wetly, sucks each crease in turn, and you feel his piercing ball gently sink into the hole, making you sob. Bill slides his hot and damn long tongue into your vagina, making you moan. His tongue slides over the wet walls, draws patterns, rubs the barbell in his tongue. You bury your face in the pillow, sobbing loudly and moving your hips towards it. Bill penetrates you with his fingers, without removing his tongue, and leaves a slap on your buttock as you lean forward, slipping away from him. His fingers spread inside in the manner of scissors, stroking the walls, moving like a wave, while he kisses your back, whispering reassuringly in your ear. You can't make out anything anymore.

“Princess..” His fingers work faster and rougher, penetrating deeper, scratching the walls. You sob loudly and move your hips towards him. You're close to the peak, and Bill knows it. He smiles slyly and slows down terribly much. His lips travel down your spine, leaving wet trails. Soon his fingers leave you altogether, with an indecent squish. Impatiently, you hear his belt buckle rattle and his jeans rustle as he throws them away.

You can feel him opening the lubricant and gently sliding his cold, greased fingers into you. A groan escapes from chest. Bill puts his cock in, sliding slowly and carefully deeper and deeper, making you moan. His hands gently stroke your hips, and he begins his movement. His thrusts are smooth, sensual. Bill carefully pulls your short hair into a ponytail and kisses your neck. You swallowed hard, your adam's apple twitched, and Kaulitz ran his long fingers curiously over it. He squeezed your throat experimentally, and you sob, throwing your head back in pleasure, closing your eyes. You want it to never end.

His thrusts gradually accelerate, the bed starts to creak softly, and Bill thrusts into you more fiercely. With each strong thrust, his hand tightens more noticeably on your neck, pulling more and more moans out of you. His rhythm is frenzied, the skin of his thighs collides with his buttocks, creating indecent slaps, natural lubricant and purchased oil mix and squish. Bill breathes raggedly, occasionally does not hold back and moans, driving his cock deeper, sharper, whispers compliments, kissing and biting hard on your shoulders, his voice occasionally breaks. He slows down abruptly, trying to catch his breath, teasing, barely swinging his hips. Holds you firmly in place, not giving you the opportunity to move back.

“Ask me, honey.. Ask for it, Schatz..” He's breathing heavily, his hands are shaking, squeezing your hips.

“Bill.. Bill, please.. please..”

He smiles contentedly and starts thrusting roughly, squeezing your ass and thighs painfully, moaning. The moment of climax overtakes you at the same time, he abruptly enters you as deeply as possible, and through a thin condom you feel his hot sperm. You're breathing heavily. You feel Bill pick you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom..

You're both tired but happy, you're lying on Bill's chest, tickling him with your wet hair. His black T-shirt absorbs moisture. You're slowly falling asleep. Your drawings were still lying on the floor.

“Thank you for this wonderful evening, Schatz.” He kisses you on the forehead, smiling like a fool. You kiss the corner of his mouth and bite the guy's lower lip, gently pulling back his piercing and releasing it, fully kissing his plump lips.

“I love you.”

“And I love you more, baby.” He takes your hand and gently kisses your fingers. His lips slide to your wrists, nibbling lightly on the thin skin. You bury your fingers in his damp hair, and you feel yourself finally falling asleep.

The only thing you hear is this.. “Good night, Schatz. You deserve it. I hope you'll see me in your dreams.” He lifts the corners of his lips and you pass out.

Still, it's a good story.

Just about the two of you.

Guardian of Shadows

PAIRINGS: guardian angel Bill 2009 x female reader

GENRE: smut

SYNOPSIS: Bill is a young man who crashed in a terrible accident 30 years ago. Bill is always smiling, patient and calm. He is vulnerable, romantic and once happy but.. In the last years of working, being your guardian angel, he only feels despair, deep despair, regret that he cannot show himself to you, cannot touch you, cannot feel the heat of your body. Because it's wrong, it's so far away and it doesn't matter.

WARNINGS: gentle sex, p in v, voyeurism

A/N: english is not my native language! I wanted to write an angst, but it turned into something that I was ashamed to write, especially for the first time

The room is shrouded in thick darkness, obscuring all objects in the room, and only a laptop with unfinished project work was still on the bedside table, with the screen turned into the wall - you didn't want to stumble upon pervert hackers.

You are lying on a cool bed, a young girl, gently clutching the sheets and breathing heavily. Your thoughts are spinning in your head at breakneck speed, and your shoulders are so tired of the burden of educational materials and the endless work of the florist. You decide to let yourself relax a little, at least to distract yourself from the annoying problems with finances and philosophy debts.

A woman's hand gently and weightlessly slides up and down the clitoral mound, while soft sighs escape from heavy lungs. Hips kept swinging weakly, and at particularly sensitive moments they jumped above the tenderness of the sheet, however, this was not enough, not enough. Couldn't get enough of everything that the hand was doing, would have liked something more, not so childish and innocent, something sharp, harsh, rude.

Wavy, short hair was scattered on the pillow in different directions, eyes were closed and eyebrows were pulled together. Chest and flat stomach often heaved, as if they were swinging on a child's swing, and loose shorts slid closer to the groin area, exposing thighs due to knees bent at an acute angle. Fingers tried to wander faster and sharper, but the desired relief still wouldn't come. A sigh of despair escapes from chest, circling in the air, and beckoning him.

He heard how bad you were. He was always there for you, always gently squeezing your shoulders, trying to cheer you up, but you never saw or felt him. And it was so frustrating, it made suffocate in despair and slip back into the dark corner of the room, watching from afar. Maybe it was a chance to help. To make you finally see, finally feel his presence next to you.

Bill is a young man who crashed in a terrible accident 30 years ago. Bill is always smiling, patient and calm. He is vulnerable, romantic and once happy but.. In the last years of working, being your guardian angel, he only feels despair, deep despair, regret that he cannot show himself to you, cannot touch you, cannot feel the heat of your body. Because it's wrong, it's so far away and it doesn't matter.

You're about to turn 20, and it's been 20 years since he's been your guardian, and 20 years since you even knew he existed. There is a limit to everything.

He rushes towards you, from the dark corner of your room, exhausted by the desire to touch your girlish body. Bill was the same age when he died, when his whole family mourned him at the coffin, while his portrait smiled at them from the tombstone.

You shudder and your eyes open wide in disbelief, your cheeks burn with shame and your hands tremble under his tenacious grip. You know him. He came to you in your dreams and made you happy. He's sure that you imagined his image when you were satisfying yourself. But now it's his turn to make you feel good, to make you scream his name. And don't care what the Supreme Court says, don't care what the celestials and God say. He's finally going to be with you.

Your slender hands bury themselves in his dark white dreadlocks, pull his hair back and he moans, pressing his whole ghostly body against you. He kisses you softly, runs his tongue over your tender bitten lips and collects tiny droplets of blood.

You pull him towards you and whisper. “You haven't appeared in my dreams for a long time.. I was worried.”Of course you were worried. And he personally saw how every morning, waking up and not seeing him next to you, you cried into your pillow, hugging tightly and imagining that it was him.

Bill kisses you soothingly on the forehead and gently pulls off your clothes, enjoying how damn cute you are, embarrassed, trying to cover up. He takes your hands away and kisses you, gently and lovingly, taking your wet fingers into his mouth. You sigh, tremble all over, and breathe convulsively into his neck. He explores your whole body, without taking his dark eyes off your face, sinking lower, lower, lower..

You jump as if you've been electrocuted, and strong arms hold you in place. The bulky cold rings on his fingers painfully dig into your delicate skin, but this is offset by his plump, hot lips on you, below. His lips pull in the bead of your clitoris and gently, gently kiss your folds, running his sharp tongue between them.

He gently strokes the inside of your thighs with his long fingers, tracing patterns on them that are invisible and only understandable to him, his tongue penetrates inside. Bill is pleased to hear you repeat his name over and over again, like a mantra or prayer before God. Although.. To hell with God. Today he is your god, and no one else.

Your warm thighs gently squeeze his head as he connects his angelic fingers with tongue, penetrating deep into your heart, sucking your tenderness with his tongue. Your hands slide between his strands of hair, gently massaging his scalp and drawing contented sighs from him, which immediately mix with your own.

Your whole body is covered in his bites and the scarlet spots that he left you as a gift. His own shoulders were completely bitten, and it was a stigma, the best stigma of his life. Better than what God left on his left forearm. Much better.

His angelic robes are lying on the floor, in the darkness of the room, mixed with your short shorts and a black T-shirt. You are innocent, and he knows this better than anyone, because he was with you 24/7, all 168 hours in seven days. You sob as he slides smoothly into you, trying to move away so as not to feel the pain, and he whispers in your ear, holding you tight and letting you get used to him.

You run your fingers through his hair, examining every inch of his body to memorize forever. You jerk your hips and Bill gets blown away..

The room is stuffy, the bed creaks and both are breathing heavily. You squeeze his strong shoulders, hold him as close to you as possible, and whimper. Beads of sweat roll down Bill's back, and he nuzzles your neck, kissing and biting your artery. The fact that both of you are doing this is taboo, it is a mockery of religion and an insult to the almighty, because all angels are innocent. Or it's just an illusion.

You dissolve into him in a long moan, he pours onto your thigh, pressing his whole body against you.

Hcs on tom: how he would be as a girl dad (twins)

Love twice as strong

TW: cursing, fluff, paparazzi being insane animals(fucking hate them), teen pregnancy(18 yrs), I decided to use the 2 names Nala and Sarabi from The Lion King as the names for the baby girls(I chose Sarabi b/c Tom said if he had a kid, especially a girl, he’d name her Nala, and Sarabi is a character form The Lion King sooooo yeah! This is so fucking rushed😭 like I’m so sorry, but it was taking me forever to get this shit out🤬🔫

wc:

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When tom finds out he’s literally

Just stand there for a good solid 5 seconds computing what you just told him, mouth open eyes wide. When he finally comprehends what you told him he’s shocked because you use protection. Well, there was that one time you two were really drunk, and there was the other time you’d smoked a bit, and then you were also in bed, to tired to put on a condom, and then-

Tom can tell you’re really freaked out, so he gives you a long hug and tells you that’s it’s going to be okay and that you’ll figure it out. But it’s also partly to himself. Because he’s going to be a dad. And he’s 18. You both are.

The 2 of you have a long ass talk about it. Whether to keep the baby or not. You decide to not make a decision and think about it for a day or 2. After your talk Tom goes straight to Bill so he can freak the fuck out.

Eventually, you decide to keep it. That was one of the best decisions you’d ever made(in some aspects..?)

When you find out you’re having twins, Tom is over the moon, because you’re having twins. Twins! Having kids was actually Tom wanted at some point in life, but having twins? Was a while different thing. And it made Tom happy because he knew that your kids were going to have a special bond. It also makes you and his mom closer because she knows how it feels to carry twins.

And when they finally, Tom’s by your side, all the way through. He only left to pee once. He stayed by your side for two whole days. When Tom finally hold’s your 2 baby girls, Nala and Sarabi, he starts bawling. Like, full on tears. He doesn’t know why, but he just does. There’s just something about holding his 2 baby girls for the first time.

Whenever you’re out in public, it’s Tom with the twins or someone else, their faces are covered. Because god forbid, that you and Tom are going to let the paparazzi get a picture of your kids face and plaster that shit all over the news. Your kids faces can be exposed when they’re old enough to be rational and decide.

This man will eat up that toy kitchen. (I got this hc from @kisses4tom, so go check them out! All credit goes to them for this hc)

Tom will try his absolute best to not pass on any of his trauma onto the girls. And because ego this he’s always there for them which makes him have a great bond.

As the girls get older, you can finally tell them apart because they’re identical. Sarabi would be more like Tom in style so he’d give her all his old clothes. Like I can just depict Sarabi being shocked and happy cause she just got a shit load of clothes. But Nala is a lot like him in personality. And when the girls are older, lord have mercy. Those 2 are making the most dirtiest and foul jokes and comments ever.

Now that the girls are older, whenever their friends are over and see old photos to Tom, most fall for him. Like all their friends at some point have a crush on Tom or one of the others. Like Tom’s called “The Hot Dad” 😭

I feel like Tom would put them into some sort of music related thing. Not only because it’s in general just good to have some sort of thing to do, but also because it’s important to him(look at his career) but if one or the girls, or both, don’t wanna continue. That’s fine. But, if one of them continues, and they’re playing the guitar, baby forget lessons, Tom’s teaching them himself.

Whenever one of the girls, or both, accomplishes anything big, he will cry. He doesn’t know why, but he just does. It doesn’t even have to be full on sobbing. Just a couple of tears yk?

Would literally smash his own fucking motorcycle and guitar before he saw them hurt or sad.

Man he loves those 2

Uhhhmmmm so apparently Tom and Heidi got divorced???? Errrrrr…… I really don’t know how to feel. Like, idk ummm hope Tom and Heidi left on good terms and that they both heal.

Hcs on how Tom would speak in interviews about his gf!

enamored

TW:non really, all fluff, it’s actually proofread!

wc: 663 words

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Now that you and Tom are public, every interview contains at least 3 questions about you and Tom’s relationship. And Tom doesn’t really care, he loooves yapping about his absolute goddess of a girlfriend he scored(though if the questions creepy then him and the others will stare at the interviewer until they nervously laugh and move on to something else. Tom now hates that interviewer)

But after the first couple of times, people have learned not to ask about your relationship. Why? Because Tom will spend at least 15 minutes yapping about and then go onto the next story about until someone interrupts him, to tell him to stop.

What’s even worse, is that somehow, this man when asked a question can somehow link it back to you, and go onto a whole ass yapping session💀

“So,” The interviewer started as she looked down briefly at her cards, “just last week, you were spotted going to a amusement park and later on a new episode got released on Tokio Hotel tv. Now, there seems to be a scene where Tom, manages to ‘bumb’ into Georg while going against him in a shooting game.” A devious smile came upon Tom’s face as he heard the interviewer talk. His head turned to Georg as Georg started talking about how unfair it was and how Tom played the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ card after. “Well, what really happened was that I just tripped.” Tom spoke, fully knowing he was lying. “And, I mean, it’s not my fault that I’m just the better shot at default. I mean, there was that one time where me and mein Leben were at the amusement park one day, and she saw this big teddy that she really wanted. And it just so happened to be a shooting game. And of course I agreed. So, I went up, started playing, and the game was definitely rigged, but eventually I got the teddy after setting anew high score. Oh, and then we went on this one ride that shot us into the air and flipped us around. mein Leben was shaking after but wanted to go again, so we did, and then- “mouse.” Bill spoke, interrupting Tom’s rant about your time at the amusement park. “Huh?” Tom looked at Bill, confused about why he stopped him. “You’ve been taking about you and her for 10 minutes.” Why wouldn’t he? “So?” “The interviewer asked about when you pushed Georg out of the way to win at the shooting game.” Bill looked at Tom with a face that was unimpressed. “Oh!” Tom sat up straighter as he realized that he’d been going on a rant about you. Again.

It’s clear that the rest of the band is used to this and have no hesitation to shut Tom up. No better how lethal the side eye Tom gives them. They give no fucks.

It’s gotten to the point where whenever Tom’s coming back from meeting up with or visiting you, they either have to literally lock themselves away, or tape Tom’s mouth shut because he’ll be yapping about your time together to an extent that’s actually insane and will keep on repeating how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. And there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just they can only handle so much without combusting.

But when Tom’s asked about you while being on tour, and have been for quite a while, he’ll turn into this old sappy, pining man who acts like he’s been separated from his wife for 30+ years. When in reality it’s only been about 2-3ish months and you Skype every day.

It’s actually wild. Like, this man is so in love, that when asked a question that is related to you or not, somehow, one way or another, he’ll find a way to connect it to you sometimes and then either turn into a yapping simp, or a yapping, pining old man who’s sappy.

Here’s the link to the fanart that I saw on Pinterest that inspired me!

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Tom Kaulitz x female reader

Hcs friends to relationship

(Like how he would act as a friend while liking her and then how he would be in the relationship)

Oooh my first request! This is gonna be exciting!

TW: mentions of making out and sex, making out(briefly?), uhhhh, some cursing, ummmm, Tom being an oblivious idiot for years(?), for any and all German that is in this fic is google translated, not proof read(😭).

Wc: 2,457 words

An: this is my first fanfic ever so it’ll be very poopie. Fead back is very appreciated! (The start I feel like is very crappy, but once Reader and Tom get together the fic gets better)

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The first time you meet Bill and Tom is when you move their home town, when their mom comes over with cookies, because apparently the new neighbors have a daughter that’s six. Exactly the same age as Tom and Bill.

When you, Bill, and Tom go to play while your moms talk you be come attached. Especially to Tom who returns how attached he is to you in the same amount. Soon enough you and Tom are basically living together because of how attached you are to one another(it gets so bad Tom throw a tantrum if he can’t be with you💀)

By the time you’ve gotten a bit more older Tom becomes more protective . He hates seeing you get hurt or sad. Like, “why are you holding those sharp scissors? They could cut you.” “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the dark. Nothing can hurt you while I’m here!”

You learn guitar along side Tom, and it makes him happy because now you can spend more time together and have a new thing to talk about!(it also helps you start to tell Bill and Tom from one another..)

Before you get big you’ll go to venues and such with the band to play for people you and Tom somehow always sneak some of the food(you and him are such foodies. You’re always munching on something. Tom definitely shares his food with only you and you alone. Any one else tries they’re getting hunted down😋).You and him are always up to something.

On the topic of food, if you have watermelon, he will be snatching some of that(if he has some he’ll give you some. Though it’s mostly when you got into an argument or smt and he feels bad. It’s his way of making up<3)

His nickname “Tommy” comes from you. And when you call him that he looooves it, because in his most precious memories with you, you always call him that(if a stranger or someone he just met calls him Tommy he gives them the most nastiest stink eye ever known to man kind)

When you do finally get famous and older you each make a reputation for yourself, especially Tom. He’s the womanizer. He’s always with some new girl everywhere he goes. It creates a small..rift, between you. You’ve liked Tom from day one, so seeing him with all those girls, girls who are super models and superstars and what not, is hard. And not only that but you can’t be around him anymore without your face heating, or stumbling around your words. Fuck, why couldn’t you just get over your dumb silly little crush?

Soon enough, Tom notices. You’ve always been close, doing everything together. But you’re laying off, spending less time with him. At first Tom brushes it off, maybe you’re just tired, or sick. But it continue. And then it’s all Tom can think about. You’ve plagued his mind. He’s always thinking about you. Did he do something wrong? Say something? After a while, the girls he’s around seem less… appealing.

The distance becomes noticeable. The others start to give each other glances when you sit beside Gustav in an interview instead of Tom. You always sit by Tom during interviews. Or when leave the room when Tom enters.

So, they make a plan(Bill’s really just annoyed from hearing Tom talk about what he did for hours on end. Though he really does want to fix whatever’s going on between you two) and the plan works. Usually you’re the smart one. But not this time.

You’re at the twins house relaxing when Bill comes racing into the living room. You turn from the tv to him, eyebrows frowned as a question to what he was doing. He spoke fastly, “I need your help!” He waved his arm, signaling for you to hurry. “Uhm, okay?” “Now! Now, now, now! Come ooonn!” What could even be so important? “Okay! I’m coming, jezz.” You run after him as he thunders through the house “Dude what’s wrong?” You ask. “Over here!” Bill shouts from down the hall. As you got closer you saw Bill stand in front of a door waiting for you. Wait. Where was Georg and Gustav? And why were you in front Tom’s door. “Bill-” you spoke up, confusion in your voice, when Bill flung open the door. Inside showed a shocked Tom. “What’s going on?” Tom’s faced was the definition of confusion. Then you felt hands on your back. “Wha- HEY!” You yelled as they pushed you inside laughing. The door slammed shut. Then you heard the lock click. “HEY LET ME OUT!” You yell at them through the door. “WE AREN’T LETTING YOU OUT UNTILL YOU TALK OUT WHATEVER’S BEEN GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO!” Bill yells back. “WHAT!?” Both you and Tom yell. “WE’RE GOING TO OUT BYE!” Gustav yells as him, Bill, and Georg leave snickering and giggling like middle school girls seeing their crush. Screw this damn house for being so fucking old.

“Uhm, so..” you slowly turn to Tom. Looking anywhere but him. “Well?” Tom asked as he crossed his arms. “What?” “Well, are you going to tell me you’ve been distant?” You sigh, “Tom it- it’s complicated.” “Then explain it so I can understand!” He said as he put on a shirt. You groan as you lean your head against the door. “Tom, I- I don’t know how to tell you.” You look down, arms hugging yourself. “Will you at least look at me, mein Leben?” How couldn’t you? How couldn’t you when his voice was so soft, his eyes undoubtedly turned into puppy dog eyes. And you do. You look up at him. He’s closer now. Though there’s till a noticeable gap. “Please. Please tell me what’s wrong. I miss you” he takes another hesitation step. “If I do I’m scared that it’ll break us apart and ruin the band.” You look into his eyes, those oh, so beautiful baby browns. “It won’t.” “Yes it will.” He’s creeping his way closer. “You don’t know that.” Your nails start to dig into your arms. “Yes it will.” “There’s nothing that you could do or say that would make me hate you, let alone hate you so much it’d ruin the band, mein Leben.” His fingers ghost over your arms hugging yourself now. You take in a shaky breath as you contemplate whether or not you should tell him. Whether you should or shouldn’t tell him that you’ve been in love with him ever since you met him. Silence fills the room as the words get stuck in your throat. “Mein Leben, please, just tell me. If you don’t I’m going to go insane! Because for the last three weeks you’ve been all that I’ve been able to think about! A-about how you’re avoiding me! Did I do something?” He’s been thinking about you? “Say something!” His voice breaks, freeing you of your trance. Your eyes unblurred to see tears starting to form in Tom’s eyes. “Oh, Tom.” His grip is tighter now. “Tom. I- I don’t.” You swallow heavily, your mind racing a thousand miles per hour, thinking about the endless possibilities of how you could tell him. Yet you can’t. You can’t because there’s something in your throat stopping the words from coming out.

So you kiss him. The silence is to loud. It’s so thick that a butter knife could cut through it like nothing. Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfcukfuck! He’s not saying anything! I messed up didn’t? Fuck he’s gonna tell Bill and the bands gonna disband because things will be to weird and- your thoughts get stopped by Tom- by Tom kissing you? Tom’s kissing you! Your body relaxes from being unconsciously tensed. You tentatively put your hands on his shoulders, deepening the kiss as you lean in. Finally Tommy pulls back, just enough for your noses to brush against one another. You breath heavily as Tommy licks his lips, “Is that strawberry? That’s definitely strawberry right? You’re wearing strawberry chapstick right?” Tommy asks, half speaking to himself. You let out a curt laugh.

“What?” Tommy asks again. “Your wondering whether or not I’m wearing strawberry chapstick, while I just confessed my feelings to you by kissing you, which has made me overthink so many things because I didn’t want it to go wrong and then for the band to stop performing and disband, because of the major crush I have on you. And you’re talking about the flavor of a chapstick I’m wearing?!” The shock is clear on your face as you speak, your eyes semi-wide and brows frowned. Tommy speaks again, “But it is strawberry right?” You heave a heavy sigh. “Yes Tommy, I am wearing strawberry flavored chapstick. Now will you please say something about what just happened?” Tommy’s infamous smirk appears on his face, “you’re a good kisser you know.” You rise your eyebrows, clearly not impressed. “Okay, okay, you want a real answer Leben?” You let out a breathy ‘yes’, “I like you too. A lot.”

Now that you and Tom are together, he’s all over you. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that you’re together when the others come back and unlock his bedroom door. He’s all smiley holding your hand.

This man is the most clingiest person ever. He will not let you go once he has his hands on you. You’re in an interview and you reach to grab his hand? His head is resting on your body by the end of it. Oh, you’re watching a movie? Immediately in his lap or in between his legs.

The funny things is, no one suspects a single thing because you’ve always been close and touchy with one another.

Besides physical touch, Tom’s other love languages is giving gifts. At the start of your relationship communication for him is a bit hard. He’s so used to have ‘true love for one night’(his own words), so communicating is a bit hard in the start. So whenever something sour happens between the two of you, he’ll buy the jewelry that he say you eyeing in the mall, or a big bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Baby you say you like anything, it’s in your room the next day. Doesn’t matter the price, where it’s from, what it is, he’s going to buy it to show how much he loves you because he can’t fully say it yet. But when he does, he’s saying it all the time. Because it true. He’s absolutely and completely fascinated with you. It wouldn’t matter if you put on an old and moldy trash bag and smeared dog shit on yourself, he’d still love you no endlessly beyond time.

Will literally jump over the damn car because god forbid you open and close your own car door. Not on his watch.(he once sprained his ankle when he did it…)

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This man is a freak in bed(definitely lives up to the rumors. Especially about his size;)

100% a tits man so missionary and cow girl is his fav positions.

If he could, he’d spend hours upon hours buried in your cunt. Face or dick, doesn’t matter, this man is a whore for pussy. Don’t matter where or when, he’ll go down on you anytime, anywhere.

Loooves to leave hickeys and bite marks. He loves to leave them because it shows that you’re his(even though no one will see them b/c you cover them up. But don’t worry he’ll just make more!😋). There was one time when Georg had forgotten his phone in your hotel room when everyone was hanging out there, so he walked in with the spare key card(for emergencies only originally but now you all just used them as you pleased. Of course knocking was essential), he caught you starting to cover them. His eyes went wide like plates from the amount of them(he told Bill and Gustav and said it looked like you had gotten beaten..)

When the public finds out. . . Lord have mercy. People go nuts. Because they’d somehow never imagined the only girl and the player of the group getting together(which is reasonable as Tom had been with so many people). And how they find out? By paparazzi having taken pictures of you and Tom making out on the way to your hotel room that you shared.

Now that the public knew about you and Tom, he could be a lot more affectionate with you in public like kisses. In an interview? You’re on his lap now, his head resting on your shoulder, if you’re in separate seats, his hand is griping your thigh as a monsoon is going to sweep you away from him.

Will make out with you on stage between songs. And when you’re wearing on of his shirts he goes feral though has to contain it until you’re back in your hotel room(there’s going to be several complaints about ‘noises’).

When you and him have finished your ‘fun’ he likes to trace whatever moles, freckles, or scars you have on your body along with hickeys.

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Though there was also a lot of hate from some fans, like calling you a ‘no good slut’ or, “she’s just some whore who managed to learn to play the guitar just so she could get close to Tom. I bet you she’ll break up with him and then moved on to the others’ though no matter what they say about Tom will always reassure you that you aren’t that and that your so much more then those no good, self-loathing jealous losers who whisked they could be ass beautiful as you.

Whenever he sees you down, and especially because of people trash talking about you and your relationship, he’ll always make some sort of face or noise that he knows will instantly make you laugh, and if it doesn’t, he’ll say that you want to laugh again and again until you actually do. Him seeing no you cry is like destroying all his guitars in front of him.

He’ll scratch your name on the side of every guitar he owns because whenever he looks down at them he sees your name and is reminded you.

One of his guilty pleasures is that he secretly loves head scratches. You want him to do something that you know he wouldn’t normally do? You wait until your in bed and start to slowly scratch his scalp making him so sleepy until the point he’ll just agree with whatever you say or ask for because all his brain can think about are the nice manicured nails that are racking across his head.

Though in the end Tom will always love you forever knowing that you feel the same<3

So I was on Pinterest when I found fanart of Tom but as spider-man…. So y’all already know what the next fic is

(I got a request like a week ago and my procrastination is not letting finish that shit. I’m fighting tooth and nail to get that shit out tonight😭

The never ending urge to learn German so I can understand everything they say

imagine my living nightmare tom:

meeting actual tom:

He’s just a little cutie patootie🥺

(but like fr though don’t read My Living Nightmare. It’s disgusting. Tom’s pictured as a murder and a r@pist. Like???💀🤮)

Ain't no way someone really wrote a story about HIM being a mafia leader.

🕷️🦇fun🦇🕷️

being the younger sibling to the kaulitz twins

let’s say you’re four (4) years younger than them

omg your life would me so hectic because of these boys

good brothers

they would make sure you don’t feel left out when you’re all together

they make sure you’re happy

embarrassing you just for funnies

omg don’t tell them you have a crush. they would make it so obvious

your crush walks by “hey y/n isn’t that your CRUSH” “SHUT UP TOM””he’s your BOYFRIEND” “BILL NOT YOU TOO”

playing rough with you

if you’re shorted than them when they are like teenagers they will and have. just for fun

helps you style your hair

they try to help with school work but they don’t understand

omg if you’re still going to in person school while the band blew up you will ALWAYS get asked if you know them

just for fun the band will pick you up (with security) while everyone watches you

brings you snacks

talks about you in interviews

try’s to bring you to their concerts

georg and gustav sees you as their sibling too

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kinda short but wtv

update are gonnna be short as i’m in school 😩

🦢🪽family🪽🦢

what’s it like being like family to tokio hotel

the would treat you like a younger siblings (even if your older)

definitely help with giving advice for a crush

makes sure you don’t feel left out

always wants you to go to the concerts

try’s to help you learn an instrument

they come to you if they need help with something in english (if you’re fluent)

if you don’t know german that well,they would try to help you learn (tom’s teaching you dirty words,georg and bill are teaching you curse words, gustav is the only one teaching you real stuff)

go to tom you want to be annoying

bill if you want style

georg for calming down and gustav for peace and quiet

NICKNAMES FOR YOU

playfully bullying you.

showing love by being rough or hitting you playfully (me and my friend are like that)

fans would be a little mean at first but most of them love you

most definitely make it known that any hate towards you is not acceptable

group hugs

massive ass sleepovers that none of your really sleep

when y’all where kids you guys would sneak out

they make fun of you 100%

acting cringy together

saying inside jokes but it just makes you look crazy to other people who don’t get it

you were definitely in at least one tokio hotel TV episode

makes sure you’re healthy/ have eaten

one of them try’s to take your phone as a joke (tom)

“tom have you seen my phone?” “ummm no?” proceeds to hide your phone behind his back “GIVE IT BACK” “NU UH. IMA GO SEE YOUR TEXT” “NOOO”

over all very fun friend group and you all see each other as family. ofc there is fight but nothing you can’t get over

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i like this one lowkey

send request please 😭😭🙏🙏

🦇🌑sleepy🌑🦇

someone requested a 2023!tom fluff but i lost it so here it is anonymous



i’m going to do head canons bc i’m not ready to make a full story

tom’s the type of person that if he feels comfortable around you he’s gonna be in a DEEP sleep

obviously you and tom are together so

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backstory: you wake up before tom, his arms are tightly around you making sure you don’t go anywhere. as your eyes slowly adjust to the dark you roll over to check the time. 5:43am it says.

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tom would definitely feel you moving around in his arms but ignore it due to being tired.

if he feels you moving he would whine and hold you tighter mumbling something

“y/nnn where are you going”

you can try to reason with him to let you get up but he’s not letting you.

trying to coax you back into bed

slowly pulling you back,placing soft kisses in between your neck and shoulder

overall just trying to make you stay in bed

if and when you do agree to lay back down he WILL put his head on your chest to hear your heart beat

play with his hair when he’s in your chest

try’s to match up his breathing with yours

softly rubbing your hips with the pad of his thumb

soft kisses as he’s laying in you

SLEEPY MAKE-OUTS>>>>

pillow talk

when he does let you get up he’s gonna cover him self in your blanket to smell you not weirdly

if you’re making coffee he will walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you softly and kiss your cheek while bearing his head in your neck

SIKN CARE IN THE MORNINGS

very clingy in the mornings so you will have him around you until noon

overall just doesn’t want you to get out of bed

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i ran out of ideas for this

very mini fic in the beginning

🦇🌑 annoying🌑🦇

how is it having tom kaulitz as a boyfriend

if y’all where friends before dating he would most likely try and deny hes feelings if fear of messing up your guys relationship

he absolutely loves your presence even if y’all aren’t talking

type of dude to randomly make a weird sound if it’s to quiet

simple dates>>>

if you smoke y’all share. if you don’t and he’s smoking near you he will blow it the opposite direction

high conversations>>>>

type of dude to annoy you just to see a reaction

PLEASE get along with bill and the band. he’ll love it if you and the band have a good relationship bc y’all are important to him

type of dude to put his hand behind the passenger seat to reverse

you WILL be passenger princess

hand on your thigh while driving/talking

help this man with his hair

clingy. just clingy

if you wear lipstick or lipgloss KISS HIM he loves seeing it smeared on you and kiss marks on him

will ask for your opinion on an outfit

he loves teasing you

type of person to try and impress you with his skills at the guitar

2024!tom let’s you play with his hair

if y’all were dating in the 2000’s and you were close with bill i feel like an interviewer would tom if he worry’s and you getting to close with bill and the band

“aren’t you worried that y/n would get to close with the band and cheat?”

“…no. one because i know my brother and my friends they would never do that. secondly i know my s/o and i know they wouldn’t do that. so no i’m not worried”

doesn’t let you open doors for yourself

buys you gifts randomly

if he sees you in the crowd of one of their concerts he will stare at you while playing

if a fangirl try’s to impress him his not affected

fangirl showing tom something “i wonder if y/n would like that” fangirl wearing something revealing “y/n would NOT dress like that” he made the fangirl cry. bill forced him to apologize

staying in bed cuddling

over all a good boyfriend

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i ran out of ideas soooo

give me ideas for what to write

🕷️🕸️Besties 🕸️🕷️

basically how is it having bill kaulitz as a bestie

i deleted my draft and post on accident sooo first post. lowkey it's whatever

-let's say y'all are children he’s definitely playing around with you a lot

-when you first met him he was very shy and reserved. as he got to know you he slowly came out of his shell and started to play around with you more

-he was definitely a little worried about how you would treat him due to his past with bullying:(

-your like family to him and tom

-if y'all are REALLY close he'll invite you to see the band play or watch him on star search

-if you and bill have similar styles of clothes he'll help pick out you outfit for an event

y'all shit talk together (about tom)

PLEASE get this boy some jewelry or makeup. he'll love it

let's say it's 2024!bill and y'all are still friends he's 100% bringing up embarrassing things you did in the past as kids

"oh guys there was his one time where they...?'

"SHUT UP I WAS A KID BILL"

-PLATONIC mall dates

-PLEASE let this man play with your hair (something about playing with hair is so calming)

-2024!bill is 100% getting your guys nails done together (if you wear any)

-LOVE if you have a dog (he will and does love the dog more than you and tom)

-let's you try to do his hair but if you mess it up he's not letting you touch it anymore

-i feel like bill would come to you if he's having writers block on a song

-most definitely have a brother sibling relationship with the band due to how much you are around them

-if he's on tour and he sees you in the crowd he'll call you out and put you on the spot

-SLEEPOVERS

-if you knew bill since very young you would dress up together

-stealing each others stuff so much y'all don't actually know what belongs to who

"bill aren't those mine??» "i don't think so i think it's mine"

-if you ain't a morning person y'all are annoyed together when the others wake y'all up

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that’s all for now