#( bill & george: under the waves. )

[magicbystarlight]

Before I Knew You - Part Eleven

Bill Weasley x Reader

Masterlist, Part One

Summary: You’ve spent years training under Madam Pomfrey in the hopes that you would join the Healers at St. Mungo’s at graduation. But in the aftermath of the death of Albus Dumbledore, you chose to join the Order instead. When you’re forced into hiding, you find yourself alone with Bill Weasley and his new wolfish tendencies.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+, typical canon warnings, smut, age gap, oral sex (fem recieving), delayed orgasm, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, cum eating (kinda?), allusions to knotting, angst. Minors DNI.

A/N: This would not have been written without you, Lovely 💛

There was a lot of arguing. The younger siblings demanded answers. Their parents tried to give none. Bill countered that they should know. That it was in everyone’s best interest to be prepared in case they too were interrogated. Fred suggested moving you. He flinched at the growling disagreement from Bill. Molly tried to argue he may be right, but George said Yaxley could be hoping for that. Fear causes people to make mistakes, he argued. 

“What exactly did he ask?” The table fell silent, looking towards you. But you were only looking at Arthur.

“Much the same as his father had asked at the wedding. Why you’d been there, where you’d been before, where you went after. He asked that if I heard anything about or from you, to tell him. Only him. And if I saw you," he looked at Bill who nodded for him to continue, "to tell you that he has someplace safe.”

The table erupted again with words like delusion and trap thrown around. 

"He's going to the twins next." The commotion died once more, all eyes on you.

"How do you know?"

"Because I know Cillian." No. That wasn't right. The Cillian you knew wasn't a murderer. "At least, I know he was jealous of them back in school. Thought one of them had a thing for me." You'd nearly forgotten that. You looked between Fred and George. "He'll be more aggressive with you because of it."

Fred winked. "Don't worry 'bout us, love—

—we can handle him," George finished.

Bill's fist slammed on the table, making Ginny flinch. "This isn't a fucking joke!"

"But they need to act like it is," you countered. You kept your eyes on the twins. They needed to be prepared. They needed to know. "You've got to be as combative with him as he will be with you. Make it clear you have no intention to cooperate with him. If you act any differently it'll look suspicious to him."

Molly tapped her wand against the table, all the dishes lifting from the table. They flew to the kitchen, scraping themselves into the trash before settling into the sink. She followed them, waving her wand. Water and soap filled the sink. You’d forgotten magic could be used for something as mundane as dishes.

“That’s good to know,” George said, trying to ignore the uncertainty that had settled over the table with Molly’s abrupt end to dinner. Half the plates still had food.

“What if he brings his father?” Ginny asked.

“He won’t. Cillian has to be going behind his back trying to find me. Corbin wants me dead.”

Plates clattered in the kitchen. The Weasleys shared looks with each other.

Molly stood clutching the counter, staring out the window. "We should have all gone into hiding when we had a chance." Arthur came to her side and she allowed herself to be brought into his arms, burying her face in his chest. It hurt to see.

Ginny’s final day had been ruined. At least she’d be safe from Cillian’s questioning at Hogwarts. It would be too risky for him to go there. Even with Fred and George he’d have to be careful. Eyes would be everywhere in Diagon Alley with someone reporting back to someone who could report back to his father of his activities. That was if he wasn’t already being followed.

They left shortly after. Molly’s hug was a bit tighter than comfortable when she promised everything would be alright. Fred said he’d stop by again soon. Ginny said nothing, but squeezed your hand with watery eyes. You didn’t go outside to see them off, but as you looked at the clean kitchen you wish you had. There was nothing there to keep your hands busy. Magic had cleaned the dishes and put them in their place. It had wiped the counters. Swept the floors. Even the chairs had been pushed in. 

One pop. Then another. And then the door, steps, a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier."

"Ginny got to enjoy most of her day. I wouldn't have been much fun if you'd told me before.” His hand fell off as you shrugged. “Besides, it’s better that they all know. So they’re prepared.”

“You really think he’s gonna go after them?”

“Cillian was jealous a lot.” Another thing you’d nearly forgotten. “I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t try to track down every guy that’s ever spoken to me.” Not the women though. He didn’t think Cho had counted. You turned and rested your head against his chest, his embrace welcome. The tension eased in your body.

“It’ll be okay,” he promises, “they’ll be okay.”

—

Bill left early the next morning to see Ginny off, reluctantly leaving you in bed with a kiss and a promise to not to be gone long. You stayed in bed for a bit, but sleep never returned. 

The sun rose higher in the sky as you worked out in the garden. Molly had brought the wolfsbane stored in the Burrow’s shed, miscellaneous potion ingredients that had been collected from various Order members, and any seeds she could spare the day before. Professor Sprout’s lectures echoed through your mind as you planted new seeds and replanted old plants into neat lines. You’d have to figure out how to build a greenhouse for some of the more difficult plants. There was plenty of sand to make glass.

When all that could be done in the small garden was done, it was still a quarter till ten. How you missed the hours it would take on the farm.

Your hair was your next task. That would take time. Washing, brushing, using your favorite hair potion Ginny had been thoughtful enough to bring. You considered styling it without the aid of magic to pass the time, but decided against it.

As your hair righted itself, your thoughts drifted back to the wolfsbane. Maybe if you could get in contact with Charlie, he could get some dragon blood. And maybe Hagrid could get some Occamy eggs. The rest would be easy enough to get your hands on. Then you could finally get a real attempt at the Wolfsbane Potion for Remus. 

Until then, you had other things you needed to start working on. Potions and salves to make now that you had the ingredients. 

That was how Bill found you a while later. Bent over a cauldron on the stove, hair covered to protect it from the steam of the Murtlap Essence. “Mum made treacle tart,” he said, sliding a pastry box on the counter. “And brownies.” Another box. “And some biscuits.” A third box. “She bakes a lot when she’s worried. I don’t think she slept at all.”

Your shoulders deflated. She’d have been worried anyway, with Ginny off to Hogwarts, but with the threat of Cillian hanging over her sons it must be so much worse.

“She wanted to know if she can drop by a couple times a week while I’m at work.”

“Why?”

“She wants to make sure you're doing alright. Thinks you have to be lonely here. She won’t say it, but she’s gonna be lonely too now that Ginny’s gone.” His arm slid around your waist. “I told Fred and George they should come by sometimes too.”

Your gaze snapped to his face, surprised. “Why?”

“Because you need a life outside of me. And I know my family isn’t really that, but I’ll see if I can get the other Order members to come by. Get them checked up and all that.”

“Do you really think that’s the greatest idea? You could barely stand having Kingsley here. Thought you were gonna tear Fred’s head off yesterday.”

“I’ll still get you to myself at night, right?”

“Yeah but,” you tried to explain, “are you sure you’re up for that? If it could make your symptoms worse, especially with the full moon coming, then mayb—“

His kiss cut you off.

“Like I said,” he breathed against your lips, “I’ll have you to myself at night. That’s enough.”

“But everything with Cillian, is it really safe?”

“It’s safer, I think, than you being here alone all the time. And we’ll come up with a plan in case something goes wrong. Practice some defensive spells, figure out a place to go.”

You kissed him softly. “Thank you.” 

“Oh don’t thank me,” he said, his teasing tone setting in, “it’s about time you started pulling your weight. Can’t have you lounge on the beach all day in some provocative little swimsuit, can we?”

You scoffed. “It was not provocative!”

“Have to disagree with you there, love.” His nose brushed against your cheek. “Everything you wear is provocative.”

“Guess I’ll stop wearing anything then.”

His groan had you smiling. “Please tell me you’re nearly done,” he begged.

“It’s gotta simmer for another couple hours,” he groaned again, “but it’ll be fine on its own fo—OH! Bill!”

It seemed he was determined to make it a habit of throwing you over his shoulder. Only this time he bypassed the couch and kicked the door to the bedroom open. You bounced against the mattress, giggling as you removed the hair covering. He was eager, giddy even, as he pulled off his clothes. He crawled up the bed, smiling into a messy kiss before helping to remove your own. 

His lips trailed down your neck. Teeth and tongue teased your collarbone. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth found your breasts. A soft moan slipped out. He alternated between them, nipping and licking until you were squirming. When you asked him to stop teasing, he nuzzled into your neck and laughed. "I've got the patience today, love."

It clicked what he meant a moment before he slid down. Your groan turned high and breathless as his tongue glided between your folds. "Oh fuck," you gasped, hips jumping. His hand held you in place. You whimpered. This wasn't fair. His tongue traced a lazy pattern that had your legs shaking. You wanted to grab him and pull him closer. But he was unmoving. The pleasure was agonizing. He would go faster then slower. Fast, then slow. You felt the edge creeping closer and then he'd pull back and nip at the softness of your thighs.

He was merciless. He was enjoying himself. His groans were sinful, his hands greedy as the touched every part of you but the place you needed them most, his pace never slowing.

"Please," you begged, voice cracking.

Bill chuckled. "Please, what, love?" he asked, the vibrations shooting up your spine.

"Please stop teasing me. Please, let me cum. Please."

"So desperate for me, eh?" His fingers pushed into you. Rubbing and searching until they curled against a spot that had you seeing white. He hummed in delight, letting his tongue flick over your clit. The knot in your stomach snapped, his name falling from your lips over and over.

He didn't stop or slow as the high faded.  

"Bill," you cried. It was too much. You pushed at his head, trying to get away from the touch. You were too sensitive. His arm wrapped around your thigh and pulled you closer.

"One more, love."

"No, no, I can't. Bill, I can't."

"One more, love. Just one more," he promised. His hand was relentless. Fingers working that same spot. Your muscles tensed. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. Your vision blurred. The pleasure too intense, body locked and trembling. It was euphoric. When the spasming finally subsided you gulped down air.

Bill crawled back up, smiling proudly. "Beautiful," he said. The taste of you clung to his lips as he kissed you again. Your arms looped around his neck. You wanted more. Needed more. You pulled him closer. He settled between your legs. The head of his cock teased your entrance, making you jolt. Still sensitive. You whimpered into his mouth.

"Too much?" he asked, concerned.

Your legs wrapped around his and encouraged his hips forward. "Not enough."

His nose bumped against yours. "Godric, I love you."

He slid inside, inch by inch. Slowly. Your bodies pressed flush together. A gasp escaped when his hips finally met yours. His head fell to the crook of your neck, and he stilled for a moment, taking deep breaths. Then his hips pulled back and he began a slow pace. It was gentle. His lips caressing every part of your skin they could reach. Your hands trailed down his back. The pleasure built slowly until your climax hit again. 

He kissed your jaw. "More?" he whispered.

"More."

The pace picked up. Slow became steady. You whimpered as he continued to fill you.

"So perfect," he groaned.

His hips stuttered and picked up speed. You could feel another orgasm approaching. You dug your nails into his skin, holding on tight. His breathing grew heavy, his kisses messy and wet. His hips slammed against yours and you tumbled over the edge crying his name. He followed, burying his face in your neck as his hips slowed and came to a stop.

Bill collapsed beside you and pulled you close. "Think you could go for five?" he panted. You swatted his chest. He laughed and kissed your hair. You didn't want to move. Your eyes were drooping in exhaustion when you realized you had to.

"The dittany," you sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him. You went to stand, but your legs wobbled.

"I'll get it," Bill laughed, guiding you back down. He left with a kiss, not bothering to slip anything on. He's not gone long and he didn't come back empty handed. He was gentle with the warm washcloth as he wiped up his spend that had seeped out of you. But you were still sensitive. And vocal. A wicked gleam in his eyes warned you it wasn't over.

"What are you—" your words cut off in a sharp cry as his tongue dragged across your cunt again.

"Cleaning up my mess" he said before diving back in. He was thorough, tongue sliding inside you and swirling around. You were exhausted and sure you couldn't give him what he wanted, but he wasn't deterred.

He licked and nipped and sucked. His name fell from your lips.

"Please," you sobbed.

He pulled back, wiping his chin. "Please what?"

"I can't. Please."

He hummed, considering, and dove back in. You gripped the sheets, withering under him. He was relentless. It was overwhelming. Every muscle tensed, the knot in your stomach coiling tight. You cried out. It was blissful torture. Your toes curled. Your legs shook. The orgasm hit like a tidal wave. You whimpered as his tongue eased you down.

When he was satisfied, he pulled back. "Six?"

"Don't you fucking dare." There was no ire in your tone.

"Need me to grab you anything?" he offered with a sly grin. "Since you can't walk?"

"Shut up." You threw a pillow at him. He laughed, dodging the assault.

"Be back in a minute."

He was true to his word, returning with two glasses of water, the box of treacle tart, and a fork. He handed you a glass and climbed in bed next to you. He left another kiss against your forehead. It felt normal. As if you'd been together for years. As if you were together. He offered you the first bite of the tart. A part of you ached. 

—

Molly came the next morning after Bill had left for work. She was so different from your mother, yet so much the same. They both had to keep busy when things were stressful. Something to do to keep their mind clear. Your father wasn’t like that. He liked to sit and think and plan. 

She left not long after Bill returned home. You worried she’d noticed the way Bill nearly greeted you with a kiss. But she said nothing about it. You’re not sure if that made you feel better or worse.

—

Tonks popped in for only an hour the day after. Her conversation stayed far from werewolves or the upcoming full moon. It’s only as she was preparing to leave she asked, “Think we’ll see Bill anytime soon?”

“I don’t think so.”

She didn’t comment more on it. She knew. You felt a prickle of annoyance after her departure. She knew and said nothing. Not before, not when Bill was struggling, not now. Next time you’d ask for—no, demand answers. It was only fair. For Bill’s health.

—

You’re alone the two days leading up to the full moon. Bill was insatiable. You woke up the morning of with Bill’s rushed pleas in your ear.

“Need you, love. Please.”

It’s different. Less controlled. Like he’d been starved and presented a buffet. He’s desperate. “Cum for me, please. Need to, fuck love, need to feel you squeeze me, please, please, please.” You complied happily. 

—

You paced the living room. He was supposed to be home an hour before. You didn’t question him when he finally appeared. With the way he kissed you, it couldn’t have been anyone else.

He was rough. His hands bruising, possessive.

You don't remember making it to the bed or removing your clothes, but your there under him. His mouth is on your skin, biting and sucking. There would be bruises tomorrow. He buried himself inside you without resistance. The sound you let out was embarrassing. It only encouraged him. He fucked into you harder, his hand sliding between your bodies.

It's verging on painful. "Bill," you moaned, clawing at his shoulders. You don't want him to stop. His fingers circled your clit.

"Need you to cum," he groaned. His lips found yours again. His fingers worked faster. "I can't" he cut himself off with a growl, "can't hold back. Fuck, please cum." Your back arched and nails dug into his skin. He cursed. You cried, clenching around him. His hips slammed against yours once more, and then he stilled.

But something was wrong.

There was more pressure than there should be. You can't focus on it. Your eyes were too heavy. "Bill?" It came out groggy. His weight crashed into you. You were barely able to adjust him to allow yourself to breathe before you slipped into unconsciousness.

Author's Note: He said "I love you" and our girl assumed he meant in the friendly "Wow, you're so awesome and cool!" kinda way and not in the "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." kinda way. He's definitely having his own internal freakout about her nonresponse to it.

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[fdelopera]

America owes its independence to Haym Salomon, a Sephardic Jewish Patriot

A Jewish American Hero

by Yosef Kaufmann

October 17, 1781. An eerie silence takes hold over the battlefield outside Yorktown, Virginia. After weeks of non-stop artillery shells and rifle fire, the rhythmic pounding of a drum is all that is heard. Through the wispy smoke that floats above the battlefield, a British officer can be seen waving a white flag. General Cornwallis has surrendered Yorktown, ending the last major battle of the American Revolution. The surrender of Yorktown and the nearly 8,000 British troops convinced the British Parliament to start negotiating an end to the war. On September 3, 1783, the treaty of Paris was signed. The war was over.

If not for Haym Salomon, however, the decisive victory at Yorktown never would have happened.

Haym Salomon was born in Leszno, Poland, in 1740. In 1770, he was forced to leave Poland for London as a result of the Partition of Poland. Five years later, he left London for New York City, where he quickly established himself as a broker for international merchants.

Sympathetic to the Patriot cause, Haym joined the New York branch of the Sons of Liberty, a secret society that did what it could to undermine British interests in the colonies. In 1776, he was arrested by the British and charged with being a spy. He was pardoned on condition that he spend 18 months on a British ship serving as a translator for the Hessian mercenaries, as he was fluent in Polish, French, German, Russian, Spanish and Italian. During those 18 months, Haym used his position to help countless American prisoners escape. He also convinced many Hessian soldiers to abandon the British and join the American forces.

In 1778, he was arrested again and sentenced to death for his involvement in a plot to burn the British Royal fleet in the New York Harbour. He was sent to Provost to await execution, but he managed to bribe a guard and escape under the cover of darkness.

He fled New York, which was under the control of the British army, and moved to Philadelphia, the capital of the Revolution.

He borrowed money and started a business as a dealer of bills of exchange. His office was located near a coffee house frequented by the command of the American forces. He also became the agent to the French consul and the paymaster for the French forces in North America. Here he became friendly with Robert Morris, the newly appointed Superintendent of Finance for the 13 colonies. Records show that between 1781 and 1784, through both fundraising and personal loans, he was responsible for financing George Washington over $650,000, today worth approximately over $13 million.

By 1781, the American congress was practically broke. The huge cost of financing the war effort had taken its toll. In September of that year, George Washington decided to march on Yorktown to engage General Cornwallis. A huge French fleet was on its way from the West Indies under the command of Comte De Grasse. The fleet would only be able to stay until late October, so Washington was facing immense pressure to lead an attack on Yorktown before then.

After marching through Pennsylvania, with little in the way of food and supplies, Washington’s troops were on the verge of mutiny. They demanded a full month's pay in coins, not congressional paper money which was virtually worthless, or they would not continue their march. Washington wrote to Robert Morris saying he would need $20,000 to finance the campaign. Morris responded that there was simply no money or even credit left. Washington simply wrote, “Send for Haym Salomon.” Within days, Haym Salomon had raised the $20,000 needed for what proved to be the decisive victory of the Revolution.

Haym’s chessed continued after the war. Whenever he met someone who he felt had sacrificed during the war and needed financial assistance, he didn’t hesitate to do whatever he could to help.

He was also heavily involved in the Jewish community. He was a member of Congregation Mikveh Yisroel in Philadelphia, the fourth oldest synagogue in America, and he was responsible for the majority of the funds used to build the shul’s main building.

He also served as the treasurer to the Society for the Relief of Destitute Strangers, the first Jewish charitable organization in Philadelphia.

On January 8, 1785, Haym died suddenly at the age of 44. Due to the fact the government owed him hundreds of thousands of dollars, his family was left penniless.

His obituary in the Independent Gazetteer read:

Thursday, last, expired, after a lingering illness, Mr. Haym Salomon, an eminent broker of this city, was a native of Poland, and of the Hebrew nation. He was remarkable for his skill and integrity in his profession, and for his generous and humane deportment. His remains were yesterday deposited in the burial ground of the synagogue of this city.

Although there is little proof, many believe that when designing the American Great Seal, George Washington asked Salomon what he wanted as compensation for his generosity during the war. Salomon responded “I want nothing for myself, rather something for my people.” It is for this reason that the 13 stars are arranged in the shape of the Star of David.

[billskeis]

haii!!!

If u write smut could you make a tom being submissive one? like the whole day they go out he moans in the female! readers ear and like teases her you know? and when they go home she immeeeeediatly drags him upstairs and makes him regret it, doesnt let him release and other stufff....!!!!!!!😅😅😅

2008 tom kaulitz 🙏🏼🙏🏼😭😭

ᡣ𐭩 tom teasing his gf

tom has been teasing you all fucking day. let it be going out to the mall where he’ll simply just fake moans in your ear or he’ll catch you off guard to grope or smack your ass in front of other people.

he’s really been pushing your buttons allll day, and you need to do something about it.

it started off where the five of you had just went out to the mall, you were checking out some clothing items of the store of choice. totally concentrated on the top you picked up.

‘’mmmm, you would look so good in that y/n..” tom moaned in your ear as he then blew a soft gust of air towards you. immediately covering your ear in embarrassment, you yell at him, “t-tom..!” “you’re very cute when flustered schatzi.”

a few moments later, you were standing in the food court line with bill because you both wanted mcdonalds. being quite the impatient bunch, gustav, georg and tom wanted to get pizza which was just a few steps down.

walking past, a harsh smack was landed on your ass. ohmyfuckingdays we’re in public. you whip your head to look at tom who was already speeding by with the other two, winking and smiling as you just stick your middle finger up at him. bill would just rub your back to comfort in hopes you don’t actually jumping him right here and now.

it was time to go home, and you had wished the day would just finish with how tom’s been acting.

“tom, i swear if you don’t behave, you’ll regret it,” you scowl at him. all he could do was giggle. this was funny to you? you thought, scoffing at him. bill comes running up to the two of you to ask if everything’s alright.

“m’ okay bill, your brother is just being a total shithead,” “hey! don’t act like i’m not in front of you two..”

all bill could do was smile, awkwardly. he has a keen eye, and thus he could definitely make note of the way that although tom’s head was turned around, he was nipping at your neck with his mouth and caressing your ass with his hands. kneading the fat under your skinny jeans.

“well uhhh, i’m gonna drop gustav and georg off. see you guys at home?” all you could do was nod at bill because tom wasn’t going to obviously do it the way he’s basically on you.

waving bill goodbye and until he was out of sight, you pull tom off your neck by his dreads who unlatches with a wet sound. your eyes were dark, and for a moment you saw tom gulp. in fear? nervousness? you don’t care, smirking at him.

just wait till we get home, tom.

slamming the front door shut, you kick of your shoes tom following. a strong grip on his wrist, you stomp up the stairs to only hear tom chuckling behind you. entering his bedroom, you lock the door shut and push him onto the bed.

there he sat, grinning ear to ear until he saw how serious you looked. shifting on the bed, it looks as though he’s ready to fall asleep until you grab his arm and pull him to the edge of the bed.

“uhhh baby i think i’m just gonna go to bed—” “yeah i don’t fucking think so.” you get up on his lap, straddling him as you begin to palm him through his jeans.

“ya wanna be a fucking tease all day?” pressing down harder on him as he drops his head back groaning, “i’d told you that you would regret it.” you could feel a bulge growing by the second as you feel him up while kissing down his neck.

“schatzi ‘m tired..” “shut up.” as he makes excuses for himself, tom secretly loves the dominant act you put on.

little did he know, you weren’t letting him off that easily.

you unzip his jeans and pull down his pants along with his boxers to reveal his dick, springing up in excitement as it curls and hits his belly. spitting on his dick, you begin to jerk your boyfriend off.

painfully slow, and purposefully not paying attention to his tip which beads with precum.

groaning, tom’s chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. in attempts to fuck himself in your hand by thrusting his hips up, you press each of your knees down on his thighs and squeeze his dick.

“baby! what’re you doing..?” “who said you could talk?” you only pay attention to tom’s shaft, whilst also fondling his balls. however, it isn’t enough. you know his favourite spot is his tip and currently you’re neglecting it.

he doesn’t deserve the attention you’re even giving him right now.

tom tries to bring one hand to hold yours and bring it up his length, but your hold on his dick is pretty strong and you resist his attempts in fighting you on how to masturbate him, “l-liebling.. i-i.. fuckfuckfuck lemme just touch the tip..!” “no, tom, you wanted to fuckin’ act like a brat all day and ignore my warnings. this is what you get. you don’t even deserve this to begin with but i’m so generous aren’t i?”

swallowing hard, all tom could do was watch.

he knew there was no point in fighting you, so you’ve been teasing and jerking him off. in short, you pay little to no attention to the tip of his dick, and whenever he is close to release you stop and leave to do something like take off your makeup or change your clothes.

it’s been about three times since he could’ve came, but you didn’t let him.

he’s whiny, and whenever he moans, is extremely loud. did he forget that he shared a house with his brother AND his parents? luckily, bill was gone that whole night knowing your plans (he’s secretly scared of you) and their parents were out of town.

bringing your hand up and down his shaft, you hear sniffling. tom was crying. “baby.. it hurts so bad.. wanna cum.. please..” “hm? you gonna listen to me now?” “mmhm,” “promise tom?” “i promise schatz—just—fuck! i gotta cum.. need it bad..”

you lean up to his face to kiss and lick the tears off his face, “come baby..” all it took was a little stimulation to his tip, where you brought the palm of your hand to the head of his dick and motioned it in circles, providing eeeextra attention to his most favoured spot.

ropes and ropes of cum splurted out of tom’s dick, “ughhhh—s-shitttt..!” tom fucked his hips into your hand to ride out his high. slowing down his movements, you wait until he’s fully done to get up and grab a tissue, cleaning off your hand and his stomach where cum laid.

kissing his cheek, you smile at him, “did you learn your lesson baby?” “y-yeah.. fuck that was amazing..” giggling you walk to exit the room to wash your hands in the washroom attached to his bedroom.

“think you developed a new kink?” “shut up..”

[tokioangelic]

*ೃ༄ Underwater Tom Kaulitz x Fem Reader

yet another repost from my wattpad (perrinekaulitz) bc I'm too lazy to do my requests rn because EXAMS and REVISING

(you go to hang out with the Guys at Gustav's place to go in the pool, Tom is annoying and throws you into the water. slight mature themes at the end)

The air outside was warm, the sun shining brightly over the world. You lived for those summer days, the cloudy blue skies, the warmth of the sun and the Cool breeze. it was the perfect day for a Pool Party. You moaned sleepily as you turned onto your side, your sheets rustling around you as you reached for your phone that was charging on the bedside table. You checked all your social media and went onto WhatsApp, seeing that Georg had texted you a couple of minutes ago, you tapped on the notification.

Musclesforbrains: Hey Y/N, Com 2 the Twins house 4 a pool party and lunch @ 11. C u there

You checked the time, seeing that it was already 10.30. "Oh god" You mumbled, rolling out of bed half heartedly as you headed into the bathroom, turning on your favourite playlist to listen to as you get ready. 

You brushed your teeth, washed your face and did your basic morning skincare, putting on some waterproof mascara and some Lip balm. You dragged yourself back into your bedroom, digging through your drawers for a Cute Bikini to wear. You finally find one that fit your desires, picking a pair of shorts and a button up shirt to wear as a cover up. You changed out of your Pajamas and into the outfit, admiring yourself in the Mirror. You looked amazing, and incredibly sexy in your Bikini. You felt Confident and Comfortable. 

You tossed your phone, sunglasses, a towel and your stuff into your Tote bag, putting it over your shoulders as you slipped on your Flip Flops. (LMAO I'm not used to calling them that)

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You rang the doorbell, waiting for somebody to open the front door for you. You waited and waited, yet no one came. You scoffed, ringing the doorbell at least ten times and banging hard on the front door until someone finally answered the door. Georg swung the door open, brushing his hair behind his ear. "Hey Y/N! looking great! Hope you weren't waiting out here too long" he smiled apologetically, stepping out of the way as you walked in the front door, giving him a friendly hug. 

The sliding doors into the back garden were wide open, you could see the smoke of the BBQ on the outdoor deck, smelling some good food cooking. "Hey Guys!" You called as you stepped out onto the deck, putting down your stuff on the outdoor table. "Y/N! the queen herself!" Bill grinned, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. "Your Bikini is so cute!"

"Thanks!" You smiled shyly, feeling discreetly delighted that someone had complimented your Bikini. "Come on, Gustav is cooking some Burgers!" Bill wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along with him. Gustav waved at you from the BBQ Grill, grinning. "Hey Y/N! glad you could make it" You waved back, Bill leading you over to the Sun Loungers out on the Pool deck, situating you on the one beside his. You lay your towel down on the Sun Lounger, pulling down your shorts and discarding your shirt to reveal your Bikini, not noticing Tom's eyes burning holes into you as his eyes scanned Your body up and down from where he stood in the Pool, arms folded on the Pool deck as he watched you, his tongue playing with his lip piercing. 

You lay down on the sun lounger, making yourself comfortable as you put on your sunglasses. The Sun was warm on your skin, yet there was a gentle breeze blowing on you. The Air smelled delicious, and the Music playing on the speakers was adding to the Summer Vibe. You hummed in delight, relishing in the feeling of the Sun on you. "Feels great doesn't it?" Bill commented, chuckling. You nodded in agreeance, letting your head fall back onto the comfortable pillow. "This is the life" You muttered under your breath, adjusting your sunglasses. 

Tom couldn't take his eyes off of you. How could someone look so hot while sunbathing? he thought to himself as his eyes scanned every feature of your body. You however, were completely oblivious of the effect you were having on him. 

You barely noticed him getting out of the Pool, so deep in your relaxation that you only realized something was up when you felt a shadow loom over you, all the sunlight disappearing from you. You took off your sunglasses, frowning as you caught sight of Tom staring down at you with a Devious Grin on his face. "No, Tom, don't you dare" You shook your head, but he only chuckled, his arms scooping you up with ease. You shrieked, holding onto him for dear life as he walked towards the Pool. He stopped right at the edge of the Pool, staring down at you with a flirtatious smile as his fingers teased the knot of your bikini bottoms. "I like your Bikini, Y/N" he teased, smirking as he saw your flustered face, dropping you into the Pool with no warning. 

You resurfaced from the Cool water, shooting a glare at Tom. He simply laughed, jumping into the Pool and splashing you even more. He dived under the water, tugging on your ankle and pulling you under. Your vision was blurry, but you felt Tom's arms snake around your waist and pull you against him, pulling your legs around him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, The Flirtatious boy still smirking at you despite the fact that you were both underwater. 

You both floated back up to the surface together, Tom still holding you close, that stupid flirtatious smile on his face as his warm brown eyes gazed into yours, making you feel weak. Too flustered to even function, You hid your face in his neck so you wouldn't have to face him and his teasing and flirting, biting down hard on your lip. Tom's lips brushed against your neck, placing a discreet kiss to the sensitive skin, teasing the knot of your bikini bottoms. 

To The other guys, it just looked like a innocent yet flirty moment, so they didn't think much of it. Little did they know, Tom's fingers had slipped into your Bikini bottoms, your hold on him tightening as you kept your face hidden, Tom acting nonchalant as if he wasn't playing with your pussy under the water. 

[coff33andb00ks]

congrats on 1k!! very happy to be apart of the bonfire 🥰

📝+ reader!driver getting into a small crash and Lando makes sure to kiss every bruise better?

I’ll see you at your 2k celebration :)

-🫎

tysm darling!!! (did you say 2k 🧍‍♀️)

but oooohhh I love this idea 🤭 rambling under the cut

Lando would be stressing so much from the second the crash happens. Constantly asking Will for updates on you - and he definitely almost stops by you - a lá George - until he sees you waving - angrily - at him to go on. You're not mad at him and he knows that he knows you're mad about the crash and already being hard on yourself and how you should have done X instead of Z.

You have to dnf and your team makes you go get checked out by medics - you're fine, you insist but protocols - and meanwhile Lando's yapping with Will about how he saw it and it wasn't your fault it was (insert driver here) but he doesn't even care about that, or even the race really, he just needs to know that you're okay but of course Will doesn't know anything other than you're in the medical center.

As soon as the race is over Lando's out of his car and making a beeline to you. Fuck the podium celebration, fuck the cooldown room, fuck everything, he's got to check on you.

And there you are, chatting and laughing with the medics and interns, a clean bill of health, and Lando's world rights itself as soon as you're in his arms and he can breathe you in. It's only then that he remembers everything he's supposed to be doing but he steals a few minutes with you. "You sure you're alright love? Nothing broken?"

Post race interviews done, finally showered, left the track, back in the hotel room, he checks you over from head to toe. "And when did you obtain your medical degree Dr Norris?" chuckled softly as his fingers gingerly stroke your scalp.

There's a miniscule scrape on your wrist, the skin barely broken. He breathes out a worried sigh, his brow furrowed with concern. Tender kisses along your arms, over your shoulders, every place his fingers caress his lips aren't far behind. Bruised or not, he insists on kissing you better. And once he's convinced you're alright he's wrapped around you, his face in your hair, his heartbeat steady against your back.

"Dont ever scare me like that again."

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Kissing hcs for bill pls 😮‍💨

(you ask and you shall receive! I try me best man 😔)

Kissing Bill Kaulitz HC's

This mother fucker is smug

In kisses he probably smirks into them

Has bitten your bottom lip a few times just because

He just felt like it and it wasn't a hard bite

Rarely kisses with tongue

It has to be a very deep makeouts session for him to do that

Or a very hard kiss

And if it was in makeouts you mean…

The knee thing!

The knee thing!

Probably would lean above you, holding your cheek and kissing you

Like laying you in your back

And if you do the same for him, he's gonna be frozen but absolutely will melt into it

Has his hand on your hip or probably resting under your shirt on your side

Kisses in the beginning started out stiff and weird for him

But as you guys ease into it they got better

More passionate and intimate

You guys don't full on kiss in public, but would sneak off and kiss in some corner when you guys could

Would kiss on stage though if he felt like it

Maybe sneaking in a kiss in-between songs

Puts his hand in your hair as he holds the back of your neck to pull you in the kiss him

It's amazing man

Kisses your jaw a lot I feel like

More of a "wraps his arms around your waist" kind of guy when kissing

Like he's sitting on a chair or maybe on the hotel bed and looking up to kiss you

Probably kisses your shoulders when he stands behind you when you're doing something

Is not pushy with kisses

Likes when you press kisses all over his face

He'll do it back to you

Paparazzi has gotten a few kissing pictures of you guys

When you guys pull back and he sees the cameras he just smiles and waves at them before kissing them again and leaving to find a new hiding spot

Tom has gotten tired of the gushy kisses a lot

Gustav and Georg sometimes as well

Bill flips them off then does it again

It's pretty fun if you ask me

[kqulitz]

Would you mind doing some more sub! Bill? The last one you wrote was soooo gooooddd 😩 I always see them blowing steam off on the reader after concerts but the other way around would be hot ngl

a/n: ty nonnie 🫶 i hope this is good!!!

post-show

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: after a show, you get rid of some pent up energy with your boyfriend.

tags: both reader and bill are 18+, smut, sub! bill, dom! reader, hickeys, semi-public sex, having sex in a broom closet, cunnilingus (male receiving), mommy kink (still not sorry), riding/fem on top, p in v sex, low-key breeding kink, unprotected sex, aftercare!!!

smut under cut, minors dni!!

lowercase intended

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your reddened fingers ache as you finally let go of your guitar’s strings. the adrenaline running through your body has your chest heaving and your heart hammering in your chest. the fans are screaming so loud you can barely hear yourself think. you share a glance with tom, who silently raises his brows. you weren’t very happy with your performance on a few songs, you saw some people in the crowd practically judging you. you catch your breath, taking your leave as georg follows you. the band disperses, making sure to wave goodbye to the fans.

you put your guitar down, sighing heavily. “meine liebe..!” (my love..!) bill jogs to catch up with you, his hand gently touching your lower back. “hi, bill.” you sigh, keeping your hands as still as possible so you didn’t worry him. “what’s the matter? you’re not happy? we did great!” he gushes, clearly made up with the experience. “yeah- yeah, we did…” you sigh, grasping his hand to lead him ahead of everyone. “babe, where are we going?” he asks, glancing back at the others who are busy putting their equipment away. you hush him, opening a door and peering inside before pulling him in. bill turns to you as you close the door, making sure to lock it. “schatz, what are we-?” (sweetheart) you cut your lover off as your lips meet his; your hands squeezing his hips. bill hums softly, wrapping his arms around your neck to stabilise himself as you push him against a wall.

your hands tug his shirt up, palms roaming over his skin as he shivers. bill whines softly, back arching as he leans into your hands, craving your touch. “been wanting you for ages.” you mumble between kisses, one hand trailing down to his pants. you undo the button to his jeans, fingers adept in doing so with only one hand. “mama, please…” he whines, clinging to you tightly. “be patient.” you mumble, pushing his pants and boxers down. bill whimpers softly as you sink to your knees, wrapping your lips around his tip. “fuck-“ he chokes out, cock twitching as you bob your head a little. you hum a little, letting the vibrations tease him. bill’s hips buck forward, his mouth agape as he leans his head back against the wall. “mama, go faster- please..!” he whines. glancing up at him, you rest your hands upon his thighs to prevent him from fucking into your mouth. your tongue drags over the underside of his cock, listening to your boyfriend moan.

“mama, please..!” he begs, knees buckling a little. you pull away, helping him sit down. you crawl into his lap, kissing him passionately as you grind. the feeling of the panties under your skirt grinding against his bare cock is driving him insane, his hips pushing up against you as he whimpers into your mouth. “please fuck me, mama- i need you..!” he begs, fingers pulling off your shirt. you chuckle softly, pushing your panties aside and letting his saliva-covered cock lube up your already wet folds. bill moans, hiding his face in your shoulder, biting down hard to silence himself. you wince as his teeth nip your skin, carefully guiding him into your cunt.

bill moans loudly, it’s muffled in your shoulder. you choke out a swear as you sink down on his cock, feeling how he whimpers against you. you let yourself adjust, sighing softly, as you close your eyes. bill’s fingers dig into your back, he’s panting against your shoulder, the sensation tickling you a little. finally, you begin to move, grinding your hips slowly. bill’s head falls back, hitting the wall as he whimpers. “be quiet, baby. you don’t want to get caught, do you?” you purr softly, kissing his needy lips. bill nods a little, his hands grabbing at your hips to speed up your movements. you oblige happily, bouncing on his twitching cock.

footsteps grow near, and you clasp a hand over bill’s mouth- stopping your thrusts. your boyfriend whines against your palm, hips fucking up into you with desire. “bill, baby- stop for a second. someone’s coming.” you whisper, listening as people walk past. you can hear tom loudly asking where the two of you had gone as he passes the door. bill breathes slowly through his nose, waiting for you as you listen to the band pass. finally, it goes quiet, so you continue your movements, letting your hand fall from bill’s mouth. he whimpers and whines, back arching as he thrusts up into you.

you smile, letting out a breathy laugh as he leans in to kiss you. he mewls, cock twitching. you bring one of his hands to your clit, moaning as his fingers make quick work of rubbing soft circles over your bud. that heated pool grows in your stomach as you grow closer to your orgasm, watching your boyfriend who’s coming undone under you. “ich bin nach..!” (i’m close) he whimpers, back arching. “dann komm schon, baby. mach mich zur mutter.” (come on then, baby. make me a mother.) you encourage, forehead resting against his. bill groans as he cums, hard, the feeling of him feeling you up making you moan. “good boy, well done.” you purr, running your fingers through his hair. bill’s fingers don’t slow, toppling you over the edge as you cum around his cock.

bill pants, gathering himself as he softens inside you. you hold him close, kissing his cheek affectionately. your boyfriend closes his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder. “are you alright?” you ask softly. “mhm… i’m fine.” bill pulls away, smiling lazily as he kisses you. you notice how his eye makeup had smudged; it makes you giggle. “what? is it bad?” he asks, wiping his cheeks gently. “no, it’s not that bad.” you respond, voice soft and loving as you rub the smudge away for him. “we should get going before the boys get suspicious.” bill sighs, kissing you softly. “mhm… okay.” you get up out of his lap, fixing your panties. bill flusters a little, fixing his pants. “you’re not gonna clean up?” he asks softly. “with what? a mop?” you giggle. “we can clean up properly at the hotel.” you say, grabbing his hands and helping him up onto his shaky legs. you kiss his lips, pulling your shirt on again as he does the same. “come on then, baby.” you giggle, leading your boyfriend from the broom closet.

[mysticficti0n]

can't help but miss you

Tom Kaulitz x Y/n Y/l/n

anonymous- I have a request, obvi you don’t have to do! Maybe like a 2023 smut with Tom Kaulitz( him and Heidi are dating not engaged) Reader and Tom had a thing/dating when he was younger/ aka when he had the dreads and they reunite at a party and the reader is like so pretty like model type and she’s like maybe a little younger than Tom and when they meet each others eyes Tom can’t seem to stop looking at her and like Heidi asks him what’s wrong but he just shrugs it off and later on when Heidi went to go get a drink or something the reader walks up to him and they end up going to the restroom and the smut happens… and then Heidi runs into him after but reader alr left and shit. ALSO I LOVE YOUR STORIES OFC YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER THIS REQUEST

No I absolutely love this- the worst thing fucking happened I deleted the wrong concept (baso I had two of these like a story set out and a write up and I deleted the write up x_x) but I re-wrote it and hopefully its better than the OG one ❤️

(smut/fluff)

people under 16+ please don't interact, if you do it's not my problem you've been warned!

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warnings- cheating, toxic relationship, fingering, sex, ownership, hair pulling, swearing, rough/smut into fluff, drugs are mentioned

words- 4k

(oh this is your outfit btw just without the gloves- black n white dress)

The music was blaring as I walked into my old friend Gustav's 35th birthday party, I wasn't expecting a blow out like this but I mean when I herd Bill was in charge it didn't fully surprise me, I looked around and everyone was dressed in black and white as we were told on the invitations. I turned to Beth my sister who'd been invited too and she was already laughing and smiling with some women, I carried on through the venue telling her I'd catch up with her later on

I saw some people I recognised but I'm nearly 15 years older now, freshly 31 years old, I turned around a corner and saw the smiling faces of three of my old best friends "Holy shit! Y/n oh my god!" Bill ran over pulling me into a hug- his hugs I've missed for years "you look amazing!" he let go and I gave him a spin

"you two! look at this outfit- Bill you never dress badly I swear to god" he giggled grabbing my hand and pulling me to the group

"look who it is" Georg smiled pulling me into a hug and I held him back "its been so long!"

"I know, ten years... shit thirteen I think since we last saw each other" I shook my head in disbelief at how the time has flown by, when we all last knew each other Tokio Hotel was going on their biggest tour and I was just getting big in the modelling world- now I'm one of the top models and they still do crazy big tours around the world "Gustav! happy birthday!" I called seeing him come to me and hugging me like the other two

"hey- I didn't even know you were coming! thank you by the way" he smiled- he looked different- they all did but none bad "how's life?"

"pretty good, Beth moved in with me not long ago, mom and dad are doing well and jobs just keeping me busy, how about you I herd you had a baby! what the fuck" a smile creeped onto his face as he pulled out his phone showing me all the pictures of the small girl and how she's already so grown up "god she's beautiful"

"just like her mom" he chirped pulling a women forward "Linda this is Y/n, childhood friend" a brown haired women stepped forward giving me a smile- she was beautiful. Our conversation continued till I felt a tap at my shoulder and I I saw him for the first time since we'd split back in 2010, his hair wasn't in long black braids, clothes not baggy and lip piercing still there no- his hair was brown and blonde waved and around his head, in black slacks and matching button, lip pricing gone "holy shit! hey!" Tom's arms closed around me giving me a huge hug, tighter than the rest

"Hi, fuck it's been so long!" he hummed into my hair pulling away but his hands still holding my arms "you look amazing!" I smiled hearing his voice again

"you too! the hair is new" he nodded playing with the ends like a kid "my god I can't believe I haven't seen you guys since I was like 19, its crazy" everyone said a string of 'yeah' and 'fuck its been long' but were interrupted by a voice that called Tom away, I looked to see a tall blonde women who I immediately recognised, Heidi Klum

"oh Y/n this is my girlfriend- Heidi this is-" the women stepped forward and grinned

"Y/n Y/l/n right? I saw you in vogue, you looked gorge in that red lace" I nodded feeling flattered a model like her had seen me but then it clicked GIRLFRIEND?- I would never have expected it

"lovely to meet you- I've seen some of your shoots and you're beautiful, especially " she blushed grabbing my hand. we kept talking till my sister came over and pulled me to go get drinks and I waved to the group

TOM'S POV-

My jaw could've fallen off when I saw her, she was even more pretty then before and I didn't even know that was possible, her hair looked perfect around her face, longer than before, make up made her look sexier than I could even imagine, her eyes were lighter than the smokey eyes she'd do daily, and the dress- god how it went around her thighs and fit her curves perfectly

I couldn't help but feel my heart skip when I looked over at her, I had to stop, I have Heidi but... but I couldn't.

the night went on but I couldn't stop thinking about Y/n- every memory of her, remembering those feelings that were flooding back from 13 years ago- the time I made the worst mistake

-flashback-

"are you fucking serious? what are you talking about?" Y/n spoke staring at her boyfriend who was leaning on the kitchen counter staring at the girl, eyes had dark circles around them, lips looked dry

"we should break up-" Toms voice was strong but he was falling apart inside, hearing those words come from his mouth felt like stabs to his heart

"Tom what the fuck!" the girls voice got louder and she slammed her bags into the floor, Y/n had just got off work and was more then excited to get home- it was Friday meaning date night but came home to see loads beer bottles thrown in the bin on the drive and cigaret boxes hiding between them "what happened within the 6 hours I was gone. you.. you were saying how much you loved me this morning and kissing me and now- now you want to break up?" her voice cracked even mentioning breaking up, she loved him more than life its self and had for the last 3 years they'd been dating, he helped her buy her first house, spent Christmas and birthdays together- why did he want to end it? is all she could think of

"well I was wrong and- I didn't mean any of that shit, I don't fucking love you... I haven't for years" his voice slurred. Y/n thought she'd faint, years?

"you're drunk- ah don't even deny it I saw the bottles Tom" he rolled his eyes walking to the door where she was stood and went to open it "what are you doing?" her voice quivered "Tom what are you doing... Tom please what are you doing!" she started to yell as he just stood over her looking to the door "TOM PLEASE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she broke down grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to look down "TOM! TOM LOOK AT ME! FUCK SAKE JUST LOOK AT ME TOM!" she screamed and the boy looked down seeing her, mascara running down her face, eyes full of tears and screams leaving her mouth but his mind was a blur with the mix of alcohol, tobacco, weed and the pure sadness he felt, he felt he was slipping from reality

"Y/n let go-" he spoke calmly "you need to let go of me" his voice began to shake as he tried to pry the girl off him

"NO! NO WHAT HAPPENED! WHAT DID I DO TOM PLEASE FUCKING TELL ME, DON'T JUST LEAVE!" Y/n poked her finger into his chest and again he just walked back into the kitchen and to the fridge pulling another beer out "stop drinking- just tell me!" she stormed to the kitchen and snatched the bottle from his hand

"you did nothing Y/n-" the girl argued back but he soon cut her off "Y/N I FUCKING CHEATED OKAY- I CHEATED ON YOU" he caught himself of guard screaming at her pointing his finger in her face and slamming his first onto the table, she cowered down but soon her eyes narrowed

"YOU FUCKING CHEATED!" with the bottle in hand the girl threw it toward the boy missing his face by inches she watched it smash onto the wall and explode "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CHEAT ON ME? WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? DID I NOT GIVE YOU ENOUGH?"

"YOU WERE ENOUGH GOD DAMN IT YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME Y/N- I FUCKING LOVE YOU, I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT OKAY!" the boy shouted back but Y/n wasn't having it she started finding anything she could and throwing it at him, oranges, keys, glasses, soap bottles you name it, she threw it

"YOU PEICE OF SHIT DON'T TELL ME YOU LOVE ME! YOU WOULDN'T CHEAT IF YOU LOVED ME AND YOU JUST FUCKING SAID YOU HAVEN'T LOVED ME IN YEARS" her heart began to shatter at the sight of him to the point she had to hold on to the counter- the same counter they'd make dinner together on and celebrate birthdays drink together, he'd sometimes lift her onto it and they kiss for hours on end, Tom walked over to the girl grabbing her hand she wanted to let go but she couldn't not with the way her head was, the world was spinning and she felt she'd fall any second

"I'm sorry- Y/n I'm sorry I don't know why I did it please I- I can't even look at myself without feeling like I've destroyed the one thing I love so much- I still love you Y/n, I never for a second of any year stopped, I don't know why I said what I said, I never stopped loving you but I can't be with you- not after what I've done" tears fell from the couples eyes as they stood there

"you have fucked me over Tom- I fucking loved you, I'd do anything for you and I get this? you said you'd marry me, we'd have a family, grow old, watch life become better together ; why did you ruin this?" her hands pounded on his chest with every word "you have ruined me- everything was going so well and I want you to know what ever happens next- is your fault" her words stung like hell, he could only stare and regret everything he ever did with that women.. why did he let his old ways get in the way "fuck you Tom- get the fuck out of my house- I never wanna see you ever fucking again, come get your shit tomorrow when I'm not here and I don't want to hear from you again" and with that the two never spoke again, never saw each other again and the feelings just faded with the years

-end of flashback-

now I'm standing here watching her dance around to her old favourite songs and sing like she always did around the house- god I missed her so much. I still felt a pain when I saw her, when we broke up I saw her in magazines, tv, posters, everywhere and would need to smoke straight after and drink something strong to try pull my mind from her- Y/n Y/ln

"hun whats wrong are you okay?" Heidi tapped me, pulling me from my thoughts

"huh- oh yeah I'm good just looking for Georg" I lied seeing her nod and she quickly said she was going to the bar with some friends and walked away, my eyes drifted back to Y/n, laughing with people we knew back in the days but soon I realised she wasn't looking at them- she was looking at-at me. she waved of the group and came to me with the same grin I remember being in love with

"hey! are you alright you seem a bit- gone" I rolled my eyes seeing the girl laugh "or was my dancing just that amazing?"

"oh of course" I chuckled seeing her start dancing again "wow you could be a professional" she stopped taking a sip of her drink and placing the empty cup on the side "I can't believe its been thirteen years" I sighed seeing her nod

"yeah- last time I saw you was erm.. when we broke up" a awkward laugh escaped her lips "fun times"

"yeah- I wanna apologise for it- I... the way I did it was stupid I was drinking and smoking because I thought it would make it easier but fuck it only made things so much worse and- and I'm sorry Y/n" the girl looked to me, her doe eyes softening and a smile spreading back along her red lips

"thank you...you know for the next two years after we broke up I sometimes wondered if you'd come home or just come see me you know- In a way I'm glad you didn't but god I missed you" I felt my heart swell- I did Dave past her house arguing with myself just to go knock the door, or call her and say I needed her... but I could never bring myself to do it

"I wanted to but I didn't want a orange pelted at me" I played she giggled again hitting my arm "see you can't stop hitting me!"

"shut up Thomas" hearing my nickname nearly knocked me out "god I haven't said that in a while"

"...I fucking missed you" I caught myself of guard, her y/c/e shot into my gaze and I felt my breath hitch, but I wasn't some dumb teen anymore I wanted to tell her everything"I- I miss everything about us- the dates, your voice, the long nights we'd be up talking, making dinner, singing songs, dance at parties, hold each other, spend holidays together- fuck I miss our..." I halted deciding if it was right to say, Y/n gave me a small nod and with a single breath it came out "I miss our sex- nobody is as good or understands me the way you did and it sounds crazy but fuck its true- I miss you Y/n- I regret everything" her eyes seemed glassy but everything I said was true

"I- I miss it all too, no one is like you- nobody treats me like you did, I- I miss you fucking every day I try to ignore it but 15 years I still think about you, I'm happy we moved on but I want you back... as stupid as that sounds" it was like the world only had us in it- my mind could only focus on her I wanted to kiss her- god kissing Y/N was like a dream come true for me. Every time we locked lips, my heart would flutter and my stomach would get butterflies. I loved the way her soft lips felt against mine and the way she'd close her eyes and melt into me, like nothing else mattered in the world. I could spend hours just kissing her and never get tired of it. It felt like a beautiful escape from the real world, where all that mattered was us and the moment we shared. Even when we had to part ways, the memory of our kisses would linger in my mind and make me smile.

in a fast move I caught her lips in mine, hands wrapping around her waist it was like I was 16 all over again, Y/n wrapped up in my arms and kissing her any chance I got, for a moment she was hesitant but I felt her mold to me, her hand tangled in my hair- I'd never felt her grip there but it felt so right. Thankfully we were in the corner of the room and as the night got later the only lights that were on were the ones on the dance floor so we weren't in view of anyone unless they really looked, my lips moved from her lips to her neck- I nipped just below her jaw, I remembered everything about her body, every dip, curve, spot. A sweet moan filled my ear making me only hungrier for her "fuck- Tom people might see us, be careful" hearing my name fall from her lips took me back. I felt the girl pull back and look down, my eyes followed her

"shit- I..I'm sorry" I saw the tent formed in my slacks brushing against her thigh, my eyes met with hers again a smirk forming on her lips. Without any more words we slid away into one of the many bathrooms in the building through the corridor and down the stairs "god I've fucking missed you baby-" she smiled pulling my face to her, foreheads hitting, she pressed one last kiss to my lips and sat on the bathroom counter, shoving all the soaps and towels to the floor.

It had been 15 years since I last touched her let alone had sex with Y/n. I was nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time. I was worried whether I would be able to please her, whether I would be able to pleasure her, whether I would be able to make her feel the same way I had made her feel all those years ago when I could make her the most beautiful mess in the matter of minuets. I was scared of disappointing Y/n, of not being able to give her the same pleasure I had given her before. But despite all these fears, I was eager to be with Y/n once again, to experience the same feeling that we had experienced so long ago. I was ready to explore a new kind of connection with her, to explore the depths of our newly rediscovered lust. I was ready to fuck Y/n and have the pleasure that I had been missing for so long.

my hands wondered up her thighs onto the hem of the dress "can I?" she nodded lifting herself slightly so I could get the dress over her ass, I pulled it up revealing a small lacy black thong "fuck-" I groaned feeling my self wanting to rip it off her, she lifted her arms allowing me to get the dress fully off and I watched as her tits fell free , they were still my favourite eye candy all these years on "god I've missed those" I lunged forward taking her one boob into my mouth, swirling her nipple with my tongue hearing her soft noises escape her lips, her hands tangled themselves into my hair as she pulled me closer

"Tom- please i.. I need more" I pulled away looking to her face flushed red, I let my hands fall to her hips and play with the thong strap "please" she whined grabbing my hands and putting it to her heat, there was a small patch in the fabric- she was already soaking

"god still so needy hm?" she nodded "so wet for me-" my words came out in a almost moan and I watched her trying to roll her hips on my hand, I pulled away and shoved her hands back, I leaned down grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to me, my chin resting on her bare stomach "want me to take these off?" she hummed getting closer to me, I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and grabbed both sides of the cotton ripping them apart

"TOM!" she yelled eyes widening at her panties in two "I-"

"its fine baby, I'll clean you up well so you wont need these, can be our little secret" her face went red again telling me I did a good job as I stuffed the fabric into my pocket "now- let me see that pretty little pussy" her legs parted and she was leaking already- she was beautiful, I let my ring finger slide through her folds hearing small whimpers string from her mouth "good girl, you like me touching you?"

"yes Tom- fuck I've missed this please- please I need more, don't tease pl-please" I laughed at her words pressing a small kiss to her head before letting my finger dip into her heat "SHIT-"

"shush- don't want people hearing you up stairs" she covered her mouth with her free hand and closed her eyes- I could've came at the sight but I knew I had to wait, I brought another finger into her feeling her tighten around me "good girl- you want more don't you?" she nodded opening her eyes that were already tearing up

"I need- I need you.." hearing her voice so quiet was music to my ears, she was so god damn hot "ple-" I sped up my pace adding a third didget and a cry spilled from her "I..I'm gonna- TOM!" I ripped my fingers out and let my mouth do the finishing part- tasting her for the first time in so long I hummed at the flavour "shit shit shit" she came, hands tightening around my shoulders

"you taste even sweeter doll" I grinned coming back up with my chin slick with her "think you can take more?" her mouth opened sucking for air "mh?" my hand cupped her jaw, thumb soothing her lips, I pulled away and brought the fingers that had once been in her, with no hesitation she took them into her mouth, cleaning her of me with a purr

"yes- I can please" with that I hand my hand back and unbuckled my belt, letting my slacks fall to the floor followed by my boxer, Y/n came closer unbuttoning my shirt reviling my chest, I pressed one last hungry kiss to her lips before lining myself up with her heat

"tell me when to stop-" she nodded her head and gently I pushed into her- the feeling taking me back, so warm and she fit so perfectly around me "ugh- fuck you never changed" a dopey smile appeared on her lips

"okay- you can move" she propped her self up on her hands, my hands holding her hips, I pulled out agonisingly slow "Tom please- don't tease me, not after this long" she breathed, eyes staring into mine. I snapped my hips out and back into the warmth quickly "SHIT" she screamed

"good girl- take it Y/n, I know you can doll come on" I spoke between thrusts, I grabbed her legs throwing them over my shoulders going deeper into her, a high moan flooded the bathroom as I pressed against her g-spot

"fuck right there babe- right there" hearing my old pet name sent me into overdrive, I pulled her off the counter and pressed her against the granite, ass slapping again my hips and I slammed myself into her, I watched her face in the mirror- tears of pleasure forming in her y/c/e's, mouth wide open "Oh my god- I forgot how big you- you are" a proud grin plastered my face

"look at yourself baby- watch how good I fuck you" her eyes opened wider as she looked at her self "look at you angel taking me so well ,cock feels so good in you Y/n" I whined pushing myself as deep as I could

I let go of her hip where my hand perfectly fit and twisted her hair into a makeshift pony-tail, pulling her head back, my lips in the shell of her ear "look so pretty like this baby- god I missed you" I pressed kisses to her hair line still watching her in the mirror, tits bouncing at ever push "so perfect for me... this pussy is all mine- nobody will ever fuck you better than me huh?"

"no- shit no, this pussy is yours Tom- all yours" I felt my cock twitch and my legs go weak "fuck... Tommy I'm so close" I let her hair go, pulling out and twisting her around so I could see her face, she grabbed my cock lining it back up and I sunk back in

"cum for me babe- fuck, just like tha-" before I could finish my sentence I felt her tighten around me, squeezing me In all the right places, her eyes squeezed shut and a sob good enough to be a porn star erupted from her throat and soon I felt myself cum into her, pumping her full, our liquids running down my cock and on her thighs

"fuck yes- feels so.. good" her voice was a whisper as she clung onto my shoulders "good-so good" I could tell her mind was blank, as we both came down from our high I stared to her face, eyes closed as she caught her breath- I missed her, not just because of the sex but being able to walk up and wrap my arms around her, talk to her on the phone the whole night on tour, give her gifts and spoil her, be there when she cried

"I love you" I spoke pressing a kiss to her cheek "I love you so much- I miss you Y/n" her eyes opened, head nodding at all my words

"i... I know Tom but- we can't, you- you know that, you have Heidi now- I'm just a memory; but I love you- and I want you to know that" she panted catching her breath, her hand cupped my jaw as she pressed a small kiss to my lips, where her favourite piercing was

"i... I don't want you to be a memory Y/n-" she wrapped her arms around me and I couldn't help but hold her again tears pricking my eyes "I don't want to lose you again"

"it's over Tom- but I'll always be here, I'll always love you but we can't be together" I nodded my head, peppering her face with kisses and finally to her lips; it wasn't hungry this time- passionate, longing and meaningful, painfully as I knew this was the last time

after we cleaned up and hugged one last time we made our ways out, going our separate ways once again- I knew she'd be going home- back to the house where I ruined everything.

I went over to the bar ordering a shot of vodka and taking it quickly, I felt arms tangle around me and rush of hope filled me "y/-"

"darling where have you been?" Heidi kissed my cheek raking her hands through my hair

"just in the bathroom" i spoke seeing her nod her head- only if she knew

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[tichiox1]

☆Sibling rivalry☆

Sumarry: A fan girl won an event where they get to meet the famous rock stars from the band 'Tokio Hotel'

but little do they know that only one fateful meeting can turn the twins relationship to each other upside down.

Tom x reader x Bill

Word count:1.8k (idk i just guessed)

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"Hey Y/n have you heard about this new website?" Your friend asked her voice excited.

"What website?"You asked confused an eyebrow raised slightly.

"Oh my god you're clueless!!" Your friend said as she suddenly grabbed your shoulders and shook you in excitement .

"Come on just tell me!!" You said your voice raised .

"Fine! The band Tokio Hotel is hosting an even where one lucky fan gets to meet them and spend a day with them! Can you believe that!!?" She said her voice raising as she shook you again harshly.

"I swear if I'm the one who gets picked i can die happily!" She said as she let's go of you and went on her phone opening it and checking the website.

After she opened the website she shoved the phone on your face to make sure you see it.

"Is it legit?" you asked getting interested while looking at the device infront of you.

"Gosh of course it is! Tokio Hotel themselves are advertising this event ! , have you even checked ?" She said .

"Not yet but how do you sign up?" You asked taking the phone and scrolled at the website.

"Ok ok! All you have to do to sign up with your name , phone number and address after that you just have to wait " She instructed as she snatched the phone and showed you how to do it.

"Ok I'll do that , but how do you know if you got chosen ?" you asked again.

"Well, from what I've read they'll just give you a call and that's it" She answered.

"Ok I'll try to sign up"You said as you took out your own phone out of your pockets and opened the website .

"ok done!" you exclaimed while holding the phone on your hands grasping it tightly while praying to get chosen.

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The room dark and dim , but laughter of two girls disrupted the silence.

"Y/n ! The results will be out today ! Are you excited i swear if i get chosen i would never curse again" Your friend nervously .

"I would too , i would sell my kidney for this" You said hoping to get picked .

After you said that you reached onto the remote and opened the Tv to see who would the lucky fan be .

You opened the Tv with the remote and changed the channel to where the result would be announced .

"Hello hello Tokio Hotel fans!" The announcer yelled onto the mic he has holding.

"Come on just get on with it!!" Your friend said getting annoyed .

"You all must be wondering who would the lucky person be? , to spend the day with the one and only Tokio Hotel!!" The announcer yelled once more , while pointing at the door .

The door opening revealing the four boys , Bill waving at the camera excitedly , Tom did the same with a flirty smirk on his face, Georg had a small smile on his face waving at the camera , Gustav waved with both hands his smile grew once he saw the camera pointed at them.

"Gosh they're so cute!!" Your friend exclaimed .

"Good evening everyone , We are Tokio Hotel" Bill introduced the mic tightly on his hands .

"All of you must be wondering who would the lucky fan be? The lucky fan who would accompany us in our upcoming tour?" Bill excitedly exclaimed while smiling brightly at the camera.

"Who knows it might be you?"Tom teasingly said as he pointed at the camera.

"Please please" Your friend mumbled under her breath praying silently.

"We will give the lucky fan a call , Goodluck to everyone!!" They all said in sync .

"Huh !? They didn't even say who it is!!" Your friend said groaning .

"It's fine ! Didn't they say they would just give the winner a call?"You said towards your friend .

"Right!! I forgot" She said, a small giggle leaving her mouth.

"Shit i better go, i still haven't done my chores" Your friend said realising .

"Well you better go , your mom's gonna be mad at you " You said teasingly.

"I know!! But i better go, see you , I'll just update you on who won"She said while taking her things and shoving it in her bag And heading out the door.

"Bye F/N !!" You yelled .

"Bye Y/N!!" Your friend yelled back.

After watching your friends figure disappear onto the road , you sighed to yourself as you walk back to the living room, taking the remote and opening the Tv again.

Once you opened the Tv the channel of Tokio Hotel still on you kept on watching for a few more minutes.

After a few more minutes , your mind wanders as you reached onto the remote and closed the Tv once more not realising that the results will be shown.

But after a few minutes a sudden ring from your phone made you turn to the direction of the sound .

You walked onto the direction of the phone , as you reached onto it and picked it up .

After you picked up the phone you said "Hello?" Softly , the other end suddenly said .

"Congratulations Lucky winner !! You got chosen to be the one to accompany Tokio Hotel!" The announcer loudly exclaimed , his loud yelling made you wince .

"Wait WHAT!!?" you said in surprise , your mouth agape in shock , your eyebrows lifted .

"Are you sure ? Is this true?" You asked trying to confirm if what the person on the other end is telling the truth or maybe this might just be some type of prank.

"Yes miss you have won the opportunity to join Tokio Hotel on their next tour!!" The announcer yelled once more onto the phone , you felt your hands shaking in excitement .

"OMG!! What the fuck!?"You said not believing what the person was saying .

"You better believe it!! The information would be emailed to you as soon as possible congrats again "

The person hung up the call , after they hung up , you stared onto the wall dumbfounded , the phone still on your hands.

"AAAAAHHHHHH"You screamed excitedly , you then grabbed the phone once again , dialing the phone number of your friend.

"You won't believe what the fuck just happened ?!"You said almost yelling ,startling your neighbors .

"What is it !? Also the winner has been picked , you know what the sad thing is ?! It's not me!!" Your friend said in a mocking sobbing tone.

"Yeah It's because i won" You said bragging .

"No you didn't" She said , even on the phone you could imagine her mouth dropped to the floor.

"Yes i did i just got a phone call"You said .

"You're so lucky!? I swear if you don't take a picture and video every interaction you have woth them ,i would choke you!!" She responded .

"I will jeez , but I'll get an autograph of all of them i promise for the both of us!!" You said your voice becoming high pitched.

"Wait a sec , I'll hang up for a bit , I'll just check the email , talk to you later?"you said your nerves pumped .

"Fine but i swear Georg is mine!!" She yelled onto the phone .

"He's all yours don't worry jesus" You sighed at your friends childish behavior.

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Yoo sorry for not updating yesterday my lazy ass couldn't even think of anything to write but here !!

Don't worry this will get a part two promise , i just thought of this idea a few days ago but now im in class with nothing to do i just wrote a quick thing.

And uhh I'm working on other stuff aswell , but don't worry ill try to update everything because i know how frustrating it is when you're already hooked to something your reading and theres no next chapter i feel yall .

But i will update once i get home and what do you guys think of my idea??

Thank you for reading.

[divinelolita]

What's up bbg?Can you do a fanfic with 2000s kaulitz twins were bill and Tom are at a meet and greet and there celebrity crush scene forever shows up to the meet and greet to get one of there albums signed and both Tom and bill are are shocked and speechless that M/N is a fan.

KAULITZ TWINS X CELEB READER: MEET AND GREET

hii my beautiful amazing angelic gorgeous wife 😇 erm we are still married so i have the right to call you that ANYWAYS uh if it's bad no it's not

"Jesus fuck how much longer..."

Tom groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers as he finished signing another girls album, hands starting to cramp. Bill only giggled, cracking his knuckles as he looked over at his brother. "I mean we are here for another.." Bill looked over at the black and white clock hanging onto the wall, "...Hour?" Bill laughed as he watched Toms jaw drop, his eyes that were once nearly closed to exhaustion grow wide like saucers. "ANOTHER hour?! Oh my god...." he complained, whining like a spoiled child as he hit his hand down on the table in frustration, pulling away with a soft 'ow'.

Bill watched as Georg's mouth curled up in a smirk as he watched Tom's mini-tantrum. He could hear he soft snickering of Gustav as he signed another boys album, giving a small "You're welcome!" as the boy walked off. Bill really didn't blame Tom, as his fingers were starting to hurt and he was sweating like a motherfucker. Seriously, sometimes he regretted wearing so much clothing. If only he could take a cold shower, put on a pair or sweatpants and tanktop, sitting in his AC filled house...

"Hi, Bill!" a girl squeaked, making him jump slightly and apologize as he took his pen with trembling hands and signed away. She smiled as she looked down, her teeth so white Bill had to blink due to the glare. "Thanks!" she said, skipping away to go to her brother-or sister. Bill smiled, giving a small wave, before sluming back into his seat.

Tom guffawed, looking down at his younger brother. "Sit back up. We have another 45 minutes to go." Bill winced as he felt a small but firm slap on his shoulder, reluctantly sitting back up and propping himself in his elbows. Tom cleared his throat as a pretty girl came up to him with another album, his handwriting slightly off and a bit sloppy. He looked back at the clock. 42 minutes left. Yes, this was going to be a longggg time.

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To say Bill's hands were hurting was a huge understandment. He could barely flex his fingers, that damn pen was starting to hurt everytime he held it. He found himself looking up at the clock after every person left, only finding it made time go by slower. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like an hour. Really, he just wanted to go back to the tour bus and sleep. It was times like these when he wondered what it would be like if he didn't sing 'It's Raining Men' or if he didn't become famous.

What would his job be? Maybe a fashion designer, or perhaps a teacher? Maybe a manager of some company?

He jumped slightly as Georg pushed him in the shoulder, a brown eyebrow quirked up. "Bill, what's wrong man? You look ill." Georg attempted to put the back of his hand to Bills forehead, but Bill swatted his hand away with a small laugh. "No, no I'm fine. Just uh..a bit tired is all." Georg hummed in agreement, cursing to himself under his breath as somebody walked up to him. He forced a small smile as the boy asked him a few questions, giving Georg a small album to sign aswell.

Tom smacked his lips together as he finished yet another. He looked up to the clock and couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh as he saw they were down to 15 minutes. Gustav looked in his direction, clapping his hands a few times as he smiled. At this point, Tom couldn't even make out his own signature he gave out. He wasn't even checking out the girls as they walked away from him. He was never like this, never so tired he could barley keep sitting. He turned towards Bill in his seat, pushing a piece of hair behind his hair. He saw how tired Bill looked, how even with all the black eyeshadow that could mess with Tom's vision his brother still had eyebags, turning the pale skin gray under his eyes.

Bill and Tom groaned quietly in union as they saw somebody else come up to them, they turned back around, about to give a soft smile or "Hi!" to the person, but their mouths dropped. A boy with (colored) hair and an album tucked under his arm greeted them before they could, the twins having to blink a few times as their hearts heated faster. No.. It couldn't be him..although with that clothing, that hair, those eyes, and oh FUCK it was M/N. M/N L/N.

"Hi Bill, Tom," he greeted, smiling softly as he placed the album infront of them, " I've been waiting to get an album signed! Lines pretty crazy." He chuckled, a warm and cheery sound that instantly got rid of any anxiety the twins may have had.

Bill took him out his pen quickly as Tom fixed his posture, his face red. M/N watched as Bill signed his name in the corner, how his fingers were trembling and how slow and careful he was being. Tom signed in the other corner, actually holding the pen in a tight fist as he tried to write the best signature he could at the moment. "I uhh..You're M/N right?" OH STUPID STUPID TOM! He wanted to kill himself right there and then, what a dumb question!

But the gorgeous boy infront of them didn't laugh, didn't walk away. No. He stood there with a bright smile, laughing a bit. "Really? What makes you think that?" he teased, cocking his head to the side. Bill cleared his throat, feeling his palms get sweaty. "It's nice to meet you! I'm...Tom and I are big fans." Bill blabbered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he gave a nervous smile. Dear Lord, Tom felt his knees buckle as M/N's face brightened, his smile widening. "Oh? Really?"

The twins nodded, not being able to form words currently. M/N laughed quietly, "Ah, how nice. You both did well tonight! Seriously Tom, I wish I could play guitar!.." (if you do no you don't) "..and your voice never fails to amaze me, Bill.." Tom and Bill could only let out soft 'thank you's', faces flushed with red and pink as they suddenly started to feel the air around them go up by a measly.. 100 degrees.

M/N held out his hands for the boys to shake, their hands feeling clammy and jittery as they held onto their crushes hand, almost sad and disappointed to see him go. M/N grabbed the album left on the table, giving a sad smile. "Hmm.. I have to get going now. It was nice meeting you!" he grinned as he waved, turning around and going out the door. "Bye..!" Tom and Bil said together, smiling as they waved. Their legs felt like jello, regardless of sitting down, and their hearts were beating so fast they could've popped out of their chest.

YES! They were done. Such a good day..a good concert, and a great ending!

"Hi, Tom!"

A girl said, holding out another album for the boy to sign. Bill held back a laugh as Tom sighed to himself before giving a forced smile, grabbing the pen as he bent over to give his signature.

Well...almost done.

[sassykio4fun]

Competition

Cocky!StreetRacer Tom Kaulitz x StreetRacer!FemReader

The ground vibrated under the spectators feet, they all held their breaths, watching in anticipation. Palms clammy, as they held tight onto the icy railing of the bleachers, leaning over to get a better view.

Their sights locked onto the two cars taking the lead. Just as they were the previous rounds around the track.

A Porsche as dark as the night sky can be seen speeding towards the white markings of the track for the third and final time. Golden- Yellow Ferrari hot on its heels.

Both vehicles neck to neck the whole of the race. One car would override the other, only for the other to take over only moments later.

Seconds before the finish line, the Porsche accelerated, Ferrari following right after, just a second too late.

A checkered flag waved high in the air, indicating the finish of the race.

Both cars slowed to a stop beside another. Grey smoke clear in the night sky, the smell of burnt rubber strong in the air.

A man with long brown locks trudged towards the dark Porsche, envelope tight in his fist, as the winner stepped out.

The glossy door opened, a leather covered hand moving to the top of the door. Out stepped the tall figure of Tom Kaulitz, a smug smirk on his face. Dressed head to toe in his usual dark attire.

"You come in first once again, Kaulitz." Georg praised, patting Tom's broad shoulder. "This is what, the fourth time this month?"

Tom grinned, "Uhuh, I plan to make it the fifth time next week." He answered, proudly taking the envelope from Georg's outstretched hand.

"We'll have to see about that, that Ferrari was coming in pretty close, Bill chose a good one, don't you think? The shorter boy questioned, glancing back at said car, who's owners yet to step out.

"Pshh, not a chance, where'd he find him from anyway?" Tom retorted, teeth pinching the tip of his leather glove, tearing it off to count the money, making sure it's all there.

Georg opened his mouth to reply, "Well he is actually a-"

"I agree with Georg, you might have some competition, Tom, everyone was clenching their asscheeks watching you both race." Gustav interrupted Georg, walking up to the boys, handing Tom a bottle of water.

The boy snatched the water bottle, shrugging as he chugged the water. "Yeah, whatever you guys say." He rolled his eyes, shoving the water into Gustavs chest, watching his brother skip his way over.

"Soooo what'd you think of the new racer, pretty good huh?" Bill grinned eagerly when he reached them, excited that his brother had competition after so long.

"I think he's alright, nothing special, nothing new." Tom's dark eyes moved behind the three boys, eyes on the girl's stood on the bleachers.

"Nothing new?" Bill's eyebrows furrowed. "That's the closest anyone has gotten to your car in months Tom, and he is a she for gods-" His last few words being overridden by shrill shrieks and rushed shuffling of heels making their way over.

Tom relished in the girl's compliments as they hung off of him, both hands firm on two of their behinds as he leant against the hood of his car.

The tall boy scanned the array of girls in tiny shirts and short skirts, contemplating which one to take back home for the night.

He then heard a slam of a door to his right, turning his head, he attempted to look over the many girls surrounding his hood. Only to end up faced with his brother's slim back, him embracing someone.

Furrowing his dark eyebrows, he sat up to see who was in his twin's arms. When his brother let go of the unknown person, taking a step back, he was faced with- a girl?

His brows knitted as he thought for a second. 'I was racing a girl this whole time?' He took in your form, hair wild from the intense race, a leather jacket over a black halter top, skulls on each breast, denim jeans over leather combat boots.

Snapping out of his confusion he stood up straight, pulling himself out of the girl's embrace before trudging his way towards you and Bill.

"You did so good out there, I'm so glad you decided to come." Your dear friend Bill praised, pressing you against his bony chest.

"Me too, even though I'm a little bummed that I didn't beat your tool of a brother." You responded, pursing your lips at his victory as Bill let go of you.

Bill threw his head back, letting out a snicker, a mix of black and white dreads falling down his back. "I love him, but I can't lie, I'm a little bummed too, I was excited to see him get his ass kicked." He murmured, when his eyes lit up.

"But there's always next week, you might just get him then." He smirked.

"Who might get who?" A voice suddenly came from behind Bill.

Turning your head towards the voice, you recognized the boy with cornrows as Bill's brother. Your eyes meeting his dark ones, a cocky smirk on his face, as expected.

"Ah, speaking of the devil, we were just talking about your win, once again." Bill chimed, "This is the new racer I brought here, I thought she would be a good addition to the upcoming races, we hadn't had great competition in a while." He smiled, introducing you.

Squeezing your arm, he wandered off, explaining that he had to have a discussion with Georg about future races, but not before giving Tom a warning glare, 'Be nice' is the only way to describe the look he sent.

Tom nodded, testing out your name on his tongue "You think so?" He questioned you, eyes going over the Ferrari you were leaning on.

You lowered your eyes, lost "Do I think... what?" You retorted.

He sniffled, looking down, "You think you're good competition?" He rephrased his question, looking back up.

Your eyebrows shot up, eyes boring into his. "I think I did pretty good on the track." You butted in, crossing your arms. "Do you not?"

He shrugged his shoulders, eyes meeting yours. "I think you were pretty decent, just as good as everyone else out there." He retorted, crossing his arms himself.

"Just as good?" You inquired. "They were meters behind the both of us, let's not play dumb." You stated, giving him a once over. "I was not even seconds behind you."

Head lifting towards the sky as if he was in thought he hummed, "I don't recall, even then I'm still going home with the money." He simpered. "Once again." He added cockily, head tilting down towards your own.

Your chin shot up, nose scrunched. "You're not unbeatable, Tom." You started. "You'll meet your match and you won't feel so cocky then."

"I'm presuming that you think you're my match." He laughed through his nose, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, stepping back, hand going to your door handle. "Close enough and the race showed that today, ask your own brother." You argued, turning towards Bill who was a few feet away, looking as if he was in a debate with Gustav.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, there's many races to come." You finished, entering your car, not breaking eye contact until your door shut.

Tinted windows blocking his view of you, he tilted his head, watching your car exit the tracks with one thought running through his mind. 'Maybe I have met my match.'

Hello! Hope you enjoyed this.🎀

divider by @benkeibear

[babyisa1]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ party in the maldives/ TOM

warnings: alcohol, slightly smutty towards the end, pretty funny/fluffy, swearing

1:45am

you heard the waves clashing in the backround along with a warm breeze flowing in your faces as you locked hands with tom, walking towards the open bar on the beach. your heels click on the wooden path as you near it, tom sending you a quick smile as the booming of the music gets louder.

„LETS GET THIS FUCKING PARTY STARTED!!“ bill shouts, pushing between you and tom and sprinting towards the bar, bombarding the barman with different drink orders. the poor guy barely understood english, let alone english with a thick german accent.

„fucking hell, someones excited“ tom laughs, turning around to see georg and gustav chuckling aswell. you smile, grabbing toms hand again as you enter the bar, thankfully not that crowded. you could feel the beats of the music through your feet as you walk up to the bar to order some drinks. „a line of the strongest shots you have please“ you state, smiling brightly at the barman who sends you a wink before bending down and rummaging through the storage under the top.

„i dont feel like shots baby..“ tom mentions, „we dont either, well have a beer“ georg and gustav agree, you look at them with your eyebrows furrowed. „um, these are all for me, idiots“ you scoff, turning back around to the bar and seeing the colourful shots perfectly lined up on a palm tree decorated board.

you throw your head back, downing the shots while you feel the hot alcohol burn as it trickled down your throat. it was a good burn though, which powered you to finish them all. „holy shit are you insane? im the one thats going to have to deal with your drunk ass later!“ tom remarks, his eyes widened. you laugh, already starting to feel your body buzzing as you walk away from the bar to find bill.

your jaw almost unhinges from your face as you spot bill making out with a girl in the corner, his hands feeling up her body as they basically ate each others faces off. you giggle, feeling proud of bill as he usually was super shy, a total softie. you strut towards the dance floor, loosening up as you begin to sway your hips to the beat.

half an hour later

your dancing was sensual and in control in the beginning, but now the amount of shots you took earlier hit you like a truck. not to mention the few cocktails you had in between. you stumbled slightly through the club, looking for tom as he didnt join you to dance. a bright smile tugs on your face when you spot him just outside, smoking a cigarette as he takes in the beach view.

even though you were absolutely plastered, you couldnt ignore his beauty. the sky was pricked with stars, and the warm salty breeze from the ocean softly blew into toms face. he didnt seem drunk though, maybe a little tipsy as he knew he had to be somewhat sober to take care of you.

„tommmm where wherw yu i missd youu“ you slurred, tripping over your heels as tom swiftly caught you in his arms, dropping his cigarette. „god youre so drunk.. are you okay? do you have to puke?“ tom asks lovingly, putting the cigarette out with his shoe.

„noo *hiccup* .. im finee lets go for a walk!“ you exclaim, grabbing toms hand as you throw your heels off and run on the sand. you and tom laugh loudly as you both run across the beach, it was like no one else existed and you two were in your own little bubble. you accidentally step on your long flowy dress, causing you to faceplant on the sand as you take tom down with you.

you two groan slightly in pain, but after a few moments of silence you burst into laughter. „i bet your heavy ass broke a couple of my ribs“ you laugh, tom now laying flat on his back on the warm sand as you both face the sky. the laughing dies down after a while, as toms takes your hand into his and softly grazes his thumb across it.

„the view is gorgeous..“ you sigh out, mesmerised by the sparkly stars above you both. „it sure is“ tom replies, before you turn your head towards him. he was staring at you the whole time, causing your face to flush bright red.

it was special moments like this when you realized how deep your love and connection for eachother was. it was unconditional. he gazed at you which so much love, you swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

the faded beat of the music still played in the backround, causing you to snap out of you trance and lift yourself on your feet, your head pounding slightly as you were still drunk. you strip yourself completely naked before running towards the water. „join me tom, dont be a pussy!“ your shout, giggling. tom gasps, whipping his head to the bar (to see if anyone was looking) so fast he almost got whiplash. he hesitated a bit, before mumbling under his breath; „god- fuck it“

he quickly took his clothes off, running towards you as the cold water made him shiver. you both were now chest deep in the water, and tom pulls you into a hug to keep warm. with your chest flush against his, you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling. you begin to plant soft open mouthed kisses on his neck, causing him to relax at your touch. „mm..“ you hum in between kisses; „your so fucking hot..“ you breath out, grabbing his hand and pulling it underwater to feel how wet you are.

he groans lowly in satisfaction, before quickly coming to his senses. „we cant baby.. not here and not with you like this..“ he whispers, referring to your drunken state. you ignore him, smirking playfully as you find his sweet spot, just below his ear. his chest heaves up and down heavily, as your hand trails along his toned abdomen, towards his heat. „shit.. youre driving me insane y/n“ he breaths out, almost giving in when he takes you by surprise and picks you up, bridal style. he walks you both over the your pile of clothes in the sand as you whine out of disapointment.

just as you both were about to get dressed, you hear distant screaming coming from the bar. both your heads shoot up, witnessing bill and the rest of the band with total shock on their faces.

„WHAT THE FUCK-" gustav exclaims, his hand flying to his mouth. georg bursted out into laughter, and bill cant believe his eyes. „woahhh i don’t remember drinking that much.. is that tom and y/n butt naked over there?“ bill asks in confusion, rubbing his eyes.

„oh theyre real alright!“ georg blurts out between laughs, holding his cramping stomach.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

this wasnt proof read so i apologize if its shit, but i rlly liked the idea of this oneshot :) hope you all enjoyed!

[cowboylor]

cabin fever

the studio begins to feel small with george and matty. 

wc: 4k

warnings: (18+) smut, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, degradation, thigh riding, teasing, smoking, consensual workplace relations? (matty and reader have an implied situationship)

note: this is only what i can describe as a doozy

You’ve asked Matty three times already if he wanted you to go on another coffee run and he’s dismissively waved you off with a grumble each time. This leaves you with no choice but to perch on the edge of the couch, picking your nails and listening to the same demo blast through the speakers for the past three hours. 

Matty’s brow furrows. “Play it back.”

George sighs but relents by pressing the playback button.

He runs his hands over his face, muttering, “’s not like it changed from the last ten times we’ve listened to it.” 

Huffing, you shift in your seat. 

You’re past trying to get comfortable and past the hopeful idea you could rest your eyes until they’ve finished editing. The repeated track gives you a headache and only reinstates the thought that you really don’t know what else Matty needs you here for.

Sparing him a glance, you watch him mouth along to both lyrics and rhythm, tapping his fingers against the desk as he searches for anything he dislikes about the track.

You lean back. This day really should be over.

Daydreaming about a shower and your freshly-washed duvet cover has been the only thing keeping you sane throughout the day. Your errand running has proved to be your least favorite thing about being his assistant but the most needed thing when it came to perfectionist musicians. 

You glance outside the hallway to see the darkening window. You have to be the only three left in the studio. Every other member of their congregation has gone home by now.

Matty and George have a hushed conversation five feet away from you. Their secrecy has you rolling your eyes.

You pick and rub your eyes.

“I think we’re in for it,” George says finally, fidgeting with one of the many buttons across the set up until the song is paused. 

You perk up. “I’ll get coffee.”

“Don’t need you to get coffee,” Matty huffs at your constant insistence. You’re moving to grab your keys and bag anyway when he turns his chair to look at you. “I need you here.”

You meet his stare blankly, clutching your keys in your hand as he scolds you. George turns to eye both of of you, then shoots you a pointed look as if to say Don’t push it. 

“Why?” You groan.

Matty lights a cigarette and waves it in his hand for effect. “Unbiased opinion, secondary source, untrained ear–” You don’t give him the smile he’s looking for. “–my muse.”

You chuckle sardonically, repeating his words syllable by syllable, “My muse.”

He exhales smoke, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards as you also fight off an amused grin. He looks handsome like this; with his under eyes slightly drawn out and his hair free of gel. You would’ve told him so if not George being in the room.

“Exactly, love.” He nods.

You want to argue that you can’t be his muse or unbiased opinion; you work for him. Your paychecks have his full legal name scribbled at the bottom of the slip. You get him coffee and equipment and pick up his dry cleaning on days he just wants to spite you. But you don't say this–you just watch him watch you.

Turning back, George shakes his head. “Christ.” 

You sigh as they both become preoccupied with the soundboard again. In metaphorically defeat, you drop your purse back on the couch.

+

The untrustworthy coffee machine is your safe haven. You would rather venture into the break room of the studio, under the flickering lights and all, than sit in solitude and listen to Matty and George mess about for another minute. Dragging your feet to the counter, you begin to make a pot. If anything, the coffee-making is for your sanity.

While flicking on the power button, you go over grocery lists, bills, and the dinner reservation you need to cancel for Matty tomorrow.

You watch the dingy pot begin to fill right as the door to the break room creaks open. 

You whip around to see George.

You raise your brow at his uncharacteristic leave. “Hi?”

He wanders into the break room like he’s unsure of himself. His grey sweats hang from his hips and you can make out a flash of skin from when he stretches his arms and his hoodie rides up because of it.

Your face warms.

George looks good. George looks really good. 

“I was going to piss,” He says like he's explaining his departure from the studio. “Then I saw you.” 

“Ah,” You rub your hands over your eyes in a half-hearted attempt to stop your gaze from wandering down to his waistband. “Piss break.”

He laughs and then glances at the brewing pot. His brow furrows: “Fulfilling your unsolicited desire to get coffee?”

“Can’t help it,” You mutter, agitated and sore. “It’s like I have fucking cabin fever or something.”

He nods but then eyes you carefully. You suddenly grow self-conscious over your appearance. Your makeup is bound to be smeared by your constant rubbing and you would say you’re in desperate need of an everything shower, but his eyes still skirt over you slowly–like he’s unapologetically checking you out.

Then he glances at his watch and you can breathe again. 

“Maybe you should go home,” He says sympathetically in a way that has you shaking your head. Then in reference to Matty adds, “He’ll get over it.” 

“Not at this point,” You huff a laugh, craning your neck to stare up at him directly. “I’m no quitter, George.”

A brief pause.

His eyes give you the up-down again. “I believe it.” 

Coffee filters loudly to make up the silence between the two of you. 

“Well,” You say, switching off the machine and gathering three cups in hopes of looking busy. “I hope you have a great piss.”

He chuckles wryly. “I’ll try my best.” 

You shake your head when he leaves, pouring questionable brew into styrofoam cups and muttering a string of “Fuck me”’s.

+

The coffee was left untouched by Matty and you know he’s purposefully ignoring it just to irritate you. George takes occasional sips from the small cup if only to humor you. 

Your eyes are closed by this point; listening to every word, pitch, and musical texture there is drone from the speakers of this godforsaken studio. 

“Shit,” Matty curses after the demo nears an end. “Let’s scrap it–Deal with it later.”

“Later is now.” George bites back. 

You hear a click and the track falls silent.

“Then, fuck,” Matty’s frustrated laugh rings out. “I don’t know. Maybe we need to try something new.”

For a moment, there’s silence in the room. Pure, unfiltered silence that makes your chest swell with satisfaction and gives your budding headache momentarily relief.

Wait. 

Your brow quirks up in confusion. Raising your head from the cushion you open your eyes slowly. When you see the joints in their hands, you roll your eyes so far back it aches.

“You’re joking,” You mumble, tucking your knees to your chest as you nestle further into the couch. “I’ll never get to leave.” 

“It’s called the creative process, love,” Matty quips without turning around. 

George stretches to pass you the poorly rolled blunt. “Don’t want you to feel left out.”

You accept it begrudgingly, pouting at his slightly facetious expression until he swivels back to the soundboard and you’re left blinking dully at their backs. You lightly suck air through it and then rest your head on the back cushion. 

The demo is being played over again and they bicker when it comes to the last section of notes. 

Another puff. You’re going stir-crazy. 

You watch the clock on the wall until your eyes burn and the ticking begins to sound like the song that’s being blasted through the speakers. 

“The hell am I doing,” You mumble to yourself. You brush your wrinkled clothes down and fix your hair before clearing your throat. “Can I do something other than watch you roll joints and bicker? Be helpful?”

They turn to eye you carefully, finally acknowledging your frustration. 

The corners of Matty’s mouth fight to twist into a smile and you glower at him–always taking the piss out of you when you get like this.  

“What?” You snap.

“Wanna be helpful?” Matty asks.  

George glances over, saying his name as a warning for whatever he might say next. Matty doesn’t acknowledge it, still looking you up and down with a familiar glint in his eye. 

He chuckles, “I know how you can be helpful.”

You grow silent, eyes narrowing and flicking between the two, feeling like you’re being left out on a joke.  

George sighs and shakes his head. “God, you’re a twat.”

“How?” You question, still mildly confused about what exactly he’s implying.

Because he couldn’t be implying that. And if he even is, you’ve never done anything in the studio. With someone like George there. You’re disbelieving; you want to draw it out of him, make him say it. “How can I?”

Matty taps his right thigh. “Take a seat.”

He absolutely could be implying that.

Your jaw hangs open for a second. 

But then, wanting to spite and wipe the shit-eating grin off his face, you wander over to him. Plunking down on his thigh, Matty spins you back into his chair, pressing you against the desk and his chest while he goes back to fiddling with buttons like this isn’t out of the ordinary.

Straddling your employer’s thigh definitely violates all codes of ethics. But none of them feel as entertaining as sitting in Matty's lap.

You try to share a look with George from beside you but he avoids your eyes, instead muttering, “Let’s get back to it, then.”

+

You’re flushed against Matty by the time they’ve moved on from the last demo. Now, they’ve moved onto the particulars and you’re growing a different type of frustrated. 

When Matty talks his breath courses down your neck and makes you feel warm in every way possible. You’re fighting the urge to nestle into him, bury yourself in his neck and be closer to him–until your face grows unbearably warm and you become embarrassed about how just sitting on his lap is drives to this point.

Because this is all a game to him. And you play into it perfectly every time he beckons you.

But George–

George can’t even look at you while you’re on top of Matty; avoiding your eyes altogether and talking brashly to his bandmate like you’re not even there. And you can’t help but subconsciously long for his attention again. Whatever that looked like before–however he was looking at you in the break room.

Matty brushes his hand behind your neck before tsking: “It’s rude to stare, you know.”

You avert your eyes from George.

“While you’re in my lap, too,” He scolds quietly.

He chuckles at the reaction, making shivers travel down your body. 

You shift on his thigh, your body growing intolerant of the compromising position he has you in. You grab onto his arm that holds you at the waist, dragging your nails across his forearm. 

“I’m still your favorite,” His lips find the crest of your ear again to murmur. “Right, babe?”

You bite your lip to silence a whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your skirt. Watching his fingers go lower until your mind starts to cloud.

“You–” You breathe out sharply, brow furrowing as you struggle to not yell at him. “–were never my favorite.”

His laugh even sends chills down your spine and you lean into him, pressing yourself against him in an effort to get any relief for the pooling heat in your stomach. 

“Stop fucking around,” George mumbles more to Matty than to you.

You watch him fiddle with the amp set up beside the desk; you can’t tell if he’s actually unhappy with the sound system they’ve been using for the past ten hours with no complaint or if he’s looking for any reason not to look at you. 

“I’m completely present,” Matty insists, removing his arm from your waist to make an example of being hands-free. “But she can’t help it; I think she has a crush on you.”

You sit up straight at the accusation but find that you have no reason to be embarrassed because Matty’s right–you are in another man’s lap. He toys with the tip of your chin as you do your best to sneer at him.

George glances at you quickly and your cheeks burn. 

“Matt,” He sighs. “Don’t be a dick.”

“’m serious,” Matty defends, looking at your poker face expression you hope comes across as disinterested. You may be sitting in his lap but you’re unbothered by all of it. You’re cool, you’re collected, and you definitely won’t give him the reaction he’s looking for– “Bet she thinks about you fucking her all the time.”

Fuck him. Absolutely fuck him. 

You shift your hips at the thought and roll them against his thigh. His expression remains the same. If not for a sly smirk at your physical reaction because it was a reaction nonetheless.

“Is it true? Think of our George like that?” He teases, tapping a finger against your thigh. “That's so naughty.” 

Heat spreads between your legs and the tips of George's ears turn crimson. 

But now, you can’t help but picture what George would look like when he’s in you. How he would sound, where he would put his hands while he's fucking you. And soon you’re moving against Matty in a way that you wouldn’t have fathomed an hour ago.

“Thoughts?”

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

You blink at Matty. “About what?”

“The song,” He says.

You pause, staring at George and his slightly more readable expression as his eyes wander down to your thighs and the way they’re glued to Matty’s. Watching carefully as Matty slips his hand into your skirt to swipe his finger under the elastic band.  

“It’s nice, yeah,” You reply, gasping sharply when Matty prods at your folds. Your eyes flick back to George and he's not looking away this time. You whine when his finger teases over your clit. Arching back into Matty, you mumble through half-lids, “I fucking love it.”

His finger circles in ragged motions, making you jerk into him at an unrhythmic pace that has you uncomfortably screwing your eyes shut in frustration and grabbing him by the arm: “Matty.”

He smirks, knowingly. “Yeah, babe?”

“You're–” You sigh. “You're trying to be annoying.”

He barks a laugh at this, slipping his hand out of your underwear to give you a gentle slap on the thigh.

“Bein' so ungrateful.”

You mewl at the loss of friction but are too proud to beg for it. Your eyes wander back to George and his stiffened stature as he watches you with a slack jaw.

“Grab me that mic, yeah?” Matty says to you as your gaze lowers to George's lap. Sighing, he grabs your chin to redirect your line of sight. “Right over there.”

Right over there happens to be on the other side where George sits. Without thinking too much about it, you’re getting up from Matty's lap and leaning over George to reach it.

You don’t so much apologize for the reach before looking up at him.

“Need anything?” You prod.

His eyes run over you; his gaze dropping down to your disheveled skirt before traveling up to your blown-out expression. You plead with him through your eyes, glancing down to his lap to stare at the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Fuck it,” George exhales, pausing the track with one hand and beckoning you with the other. “C'mere.”

He holds your hand while guiding you on top to straddle him, mumbling in your ear something along the lines of you being a ‘minx’ as you settle in his lap. While your hands go straight to the neckline of his jumper, his go straight to your cunt.

Slipping his fingers past the material, you gasp into his shoulder, breathing out a pitchy ‘oh god’ as he’s quick to work against you.

“Good?” He says, making tight circles around your clit. Then to tease his bandmate, chides, “Better?”

Matty rolls his eyes. "Oh, fuck off."

Numbly, you nod into him, rolling against his fingers as he nips at your neck. Your fingers etch into his neckline, clutching the material like you're desperate to cling to him as he prods at your bundle of nerves.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask brashly, through ragged breaths.

You're tired of waiting; you've made it clear for the past three hours.

His chuckle is low against your ear. “Would you like that, sweet girl?”

You assure him you would through hurried moans and shifting your hips against him as he pulls the thin fabric of your underwear to the side. Letting him kiss down the side of your neck, you turn to look at Matty.

He stares at you through parted lips as he watches you get off with his best mate. He gives you a wink before he fishes for some packing paper.

“This alright?” George asks, guiding the tip of his cock into you.

“Yeah,” Your lips are on the cusp of his ear as he does, splitting in two when he pokes at your entrance. “Yes, yes.”

Matty busies himself by rolling another joint, only peering up to watch you sink onto George’s cock. 

A loud moan rips through you, prompting Matty to quip: “Everything alright, love?”

“Fuck off,” You repeat his words back to him through gritted teeth.

He chuckles. “Ever the professional.”

You don't care for his banter right now. Your mind is cloudy and the only thing you can focus on is George's grip on you as the way he raises your hips up to fuck into you.

“You’re huge,” You whine into his ear without thinking too much about it. 

His fingers dig into your waist as you wrap your arms around him. 

“'Told me you weren't a quitter," He mumbles though you can practically hear the smirk threatening to break on his face.

You watch your cunt spread around his cock, over and over again until everything feels white-hot and is searing through your body.

He stills his hands, making you hiss as you let him stretch you out fully. You begin to protest the lack of movement, shifting your hips forward until you whimper at the intensity of it all. Ignoring it, you lift your hips off him again. If George wants you to ride him you will.

But then he slaps your thigh. “Bend over.”

He wraps his arm around you to situate you as you look around the studio. Looking for a place where you could bend over in a practical manner. You furrow your brow, a choked sob buried in your throat as the ache between your legs grows more intense with every passing second of no one touching you.

"Need to be told everything?" George teases, turning you around to push your lower back down into the desk. Bend over meaning here, you think as you rest your burning cheek against the counter. He pushes his hips back into you with a groan. "Bein' so patient."

Patient, patient, patient.

You groan into the desk. You don’t want to be patient anymore.

“Shit.” You hiss as you feel your walls tug onto him greedily. "Please, please, please."

Matty's laugh ringing out makes you tilt your gaze over to him. Smoking surrounds him as he toys with one button on the soundboard (perhaps mockingly) by rolling it on the tip of his finger.

You whine, dipping your head down again as George's hips snap against yours roughly.

Matty whistles, lowly. "Soundin' a little pathetic, love."

The edge of the table is malleable in your grip. You gape at Matty who looks at you with interest. You plead for him with your eyes.

“Matty.”

“Yeah, babe?”

Your nails dig into the wood. “Need you.”

He hums like he's considering. "Need me?"

You don't respond; instead, you chant a chorus of 'please' to George as he grazes that one spot inside you. It makes your eyes roll back and gasp into your hand until you're blinking repeatedly in an effort to see straight.

Only then, Matty's convinced.

He makes a show out of unbuttoning his pants and pushing down the elastic band of his boxers but you can barely see straight as you bobble forward. 

You can make out him pulling out his cock, stroking himself a few times while peering down at your submissive state. You think he’s going to make you beg for him and you almost sigh in frustration at the thought because you really don’t have the energy for that right now. 

But he just grins at you and says, “Open up.”

And you do. 

When he juts his hips into your mouth, you’re steadying yourself with one hand and you’re feeling up his thigh with the other. He busies himself with your hair, tugging it forward roughly until your lips reach the base of his cock.

"My girl," Matty sighs as you hallow your cheeks around him. "My girl is so helpful–isn't she?"

George's hand presses down to your middle back–maybe in agreement with what Matty said–as your name falls from his lips.

"Gonna let me come in your mouth?" Matty muses while gathering a fist of your hair in his hand. His hips stutter, jerking back when he feels you moan around him. "Fuck, you always take it so well."

Your lips grow numb just as you feel your body build to a climax. You know George is close with the way he's grabbing at your hips as he plows into you. Your stomach coils as you push your hips into him–wanting him to finish, wanting Matty to finish as you work against them.

Matty's grip on your hair lifts you up so you can see him. His teasing smirk is vacant, just watching your expression as his mouth forms an o shape and he's bringing you roughly down on his cock until he's coming in your mouth.

Swollen and raw, you swallow (because you always do).

When you come you're arching into George and then pulling your hips away from him as you grapple with the sensitivity bundling in your core. His hand falls between your legs as you jerk against him.

His thrusts turn sloppy, lazily bucking into you until he's flushed against your ass and spilling into you. You breathe his name repeatedly as your body comes down; pushing up from the desk you move to stand, leaning back against George.

And then his hand disappears from in between your legs and he's pulling up your panties that stretched around your thighs. You let him mess with your skirt until he's pulling it down your ass and brushing down the material like he's concerned with making you appear decent.

Amused and out of breath, you stare at him as he fumbles with the material of his sweats. Shifting your gaze, you watch Matty–whose hair is even more disheveled now–tuck himself back into his pants.

His eyes catch yours and you expect him to beckon you back to him with the wave of his hand. Matty gives you a lopsided smile and your heart twinges.

"One more thing, babe," He says, fiddling with the buttons of his trousers.

You realize George's come is soaking through your underwear and running down your inner thigh when you start to wander over to Matty.

Squeezing your legs together, you burn hot.

"Coffee," Matty finally says and you blankly stare at him. He grins, and you can't find it in yourself to despise him for it. Not ever. "Hot coffee would be great right now."

[mikalame]

hiya!!! could you write a really sweet fic (story) about y/n and Bill getting a huge matching tattoo together and Bill being asked about this tattoo on an interview and he just gets really shy etc (could you make the reader female and a singer) please ?

bye :D

"Are you sure you want to do this meine leibe, this is gonna take a couple hours, and will hurt a bit being where it is" Bill asks, eyes searching your face for any sign you may not feel 100% about this, exspechily because its a tattoo that will be on you forever.

"Yes im sure Bill, I've researched and all plus ill ask for some numbing cream, are you okay bill" You ask thinking that the reason he keeps asking you if your okay is becasue he isn't.

"Of course, i cant wait" he says kissing your cheek giving you tight hug and pushing open the tattoo shop's door.

Time skip

"how are you feeling hun, you in any serious pain" Bill asks eyes scanning over you again looking down at you, eyebrows pinched.

"Im fine Billl" you whine playfulling pushing him away giggling.

You two smile at eachother and walk to your car you look at your forearm and the tattoo placed on it, the phantom pain of it comeig back to you but the pride and meaning of it over powers it.

Time skip again

"SO WELCOME..... TOKIO HOTEL!" the interveiwer yells at the camera, the crowd behind it full on fangirls and boys yell in exsitement waving their banners and posters around hoping to catch one of the band members attention.

As the band walks on the stage single file line they wave at the fans, the majority of them smiling wider and yelling louder, while the crazy super fans faint or start yelling not so innocent things (i dont blame them ahaha)

"Hello we are so happy to be on the show with you today" Bill says taking the mircophone from the interviewer so the audiance could hear them clearly.

"Well im glad, so today we have a couple questions to ask you, if thats all right with you all" She says looking over the band and seeing their nodding heads.

"Okay, great sooo the first question is from.... Marie asking if any of you have any big regrets in you career". She cocks an eyebrow then looks at the band, a smile on her face.

"Oh well uhm probably styling my hair with CANS of hairspray, kinda wish i just wore a wig but oh well" Bill says shrugging passing the mircophone along.

"Oh hahaha, Okay next question" She says smile dropping as she reads the next couple of questions out.

"Oooo okay this one is for Bill , aparently you were seen with ___ going into a tattoo parlor, do you care to show us what you got" she asks smirk stretching on her face.

"Oh, uhm no sorry" Bill says shaking his head in disagreement, but the interviwer just keeps on begging.

After a while it really started to get on him nerves, more so when she brought the audiance in on it as well, but bill just kept on saying no, blushing hinding if face.

The tattoo was very important to bill and he didnt feel like it should be made public like this, exspeachily when it had such a deep meaning for bill and ___.

"Oh, well sorry ladys and gentlemen thats all the time we have today, sorry i coldn't make bill show the new tattoo but mabey next time" she say fake smile still prominent on her face.

As the band walks of the stage fareing their good byes bill mutters under his voice.

"There wont be a 'next time'".

They all groan as they sit down in the tour bus, tom cracking his back as well as gustav. "She was real adamant on getting the tattoo shown" Georg laughs opening a bag of chips sitting down across from the boy.

"Yeah she need to learn to take no for an answer, she must be a real treat in bed" tom laughs sarcastically behind the two.

"mmh" bill agrees putting his headphones in listening to a song ___ and him made when he was staying at her house one of the first times they met thinking about calling her when they head off to check up on her.

SORRY GUYS I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT 😭.

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[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Helping You With Your Protective Hairstyling

Authors Note: I myself do not have textured hair, but I have friends who do. Along with friends who have family with such. I also did my best to research the best I can. DO COMMENT. I want to learn more about cultures and to educate myself after all. I wanna learn, and I want to share. I hope I do my best! If I got any information here wrong, DO say something. It can’t learn and grow if I don’t know, after all!

William ‘Bill’

Since he spent quite a lot of time in Egypt, and by proxy explored many countries for work, he would honestly have some good background in protective styles. He would probably figure out your hair type easy, even. So he’s going to certainly help you when you want to redo your braids. Know where to cut when you need to change them out. Even know when you got braids you smack them when they get itchy. He’s even willing to braid them by hand, instead of magic. He probably even has friends back in Egypt to talk to that can hook you up with the good shit. That good gel and conditioner. Even some fine silk Bonnets, when you need them. He’s going to know them well. Most certainly had colleagues, from Egypt, that had braids or locs even! If anyone will know how to care for your hair, it’s him. Also helps he’s a history buff, so for all you know he uncovered some old texts that can teach him new ways to help!

Charlie

He’s also a world travelver, and can be argued he’s been to more countries than Bill, but he was bit more hyperfixated on dragons over history. Doesn’t mean he knows nothing. He DOES know a lot about heat, and how it affects the world around it. He’s gonna know how to help you deal with that hit of humidity to the hair. Along with keep your hair safe when straightening it. He also knows a lot about locs. Definitely has coworkers with them, or at least keeps their hair under a Duka/wave cap. That’s something he so knows. Such as locs aren’t ’dirty hair’ and just another means of a style. Also that you gotta EARN EM. You need to go through so much to grow them, let alone care for them. He’s gotta respect the effort it takes to make after all. Of course he will help you care for em. Maybe he will ask advice on seeing if he has the hair type to have his own!

Percy

He doesn’t really know much about by much at all. He’s never had a reason to. But he does know how to keep clean. He’s going to help you make sure your hair gets a deep wash before braiding. You’ll never worry about braiding greasy hair, or if your fro isn’t conditioned enough. He’s also a nerd that reads a lot. He will try his best to read up on your hair type, but reading is different than actually working with it. He’s gonna mostly be on washing, combing, and conditioning duty. He’s just got skilled enough to make sure your braids are tight. A tight braid is a useless braid. But washing is still helping a tongue, and he will massage your neck whenever you need to take a break from braiding. Stuff like that can take days, after all. He will try and be as supportive as he can for it all. He’s trying his best, and that’s all that can be asked for.

Fred and George

Angelia is coming in clutch, because she is a “ended on good terms bestie” of them boys. So they know, at least the basics, when it comes to textured hair. Also helps they are incredibly quick witted, so they can pick up on things fast. Don’t get me started on how they probs can invent you different types of hair care products to unlock all the potential magic can offer. It’ll also help that they each can take a side of your head, and keep you entertained when braiding. They’ll make sure you have fun, and cared for. They’ll 100% invent a hair moisture spray to help you when your braids start itching. They would definitely love twists the most, to do to your hair. Hope you like orange and purple extensions. God the hair experiments. They’ll love trying out new hair styles on you endlessly. Hair clips in your fro, trying new braiding styles on your scalp, seeing what kind of extensions they can add. They love your textured hair. You can do so much with it, and they adore it so very much! They love your hair!

Ron

Same like the twins, Ron has a basic knowledge on textured hair. Thanks to Hermione, and Lavender (iykyk) And given it was two different types he has a more solid grasp that not all hair is the same. Hermiones was dramatically different from Lavenders, after all. (Also the Weasleys themselves have their own texture hair, just on the 2a to 2c kind. The weather will definitely make it 3a though.) Anyway, he will ask Hermione for advice anyway. Asking someone who DOES have textured hair, compared to bullshitting. He just isn’t the twins when it comes to faking it until you make it. The amount of times he’s sprayed himself in the face with hairspray is never ending, but he’s a fighter. Definitely will try and make sure he has some kind of wave cap on hand for you at all times. Along with hair comb. Just trying to do things to show he cares. He definitely finds pure joy in buying you bonnets. Something he can get you, and something that will always be useful for you.

Ginny

As the youngest, she learns alot from her brothers. From Hermione, Angelia, Lavender, her Quidditch players, and just typical by proxy of a girl sharing a dorm with girls that have to go through heavy routines for their nightly sleep. She just picks it up, absentmindedly, and doesn’t really notice until she applies it. She also has a lot of people for support when she wants to ask for advice. She WILL make those braids tight, and make sure your hair is pulled so far back you get a face lift. She is a certified ‘Ma’am I won’t have wrinkles until I’m eighty’ level of skill. She’s got you covered, and loves when you keep your hair natural as well. Reminds her of her older brother’s Bill and Charlie. Along with just finding hair pretty in general, having grown up surrounded by so many types. Shes gonna love doing your hair. She has never bern a 'girly girly' so she has fun doing it for others. Safe hands, no worries there!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Cuddling w/ bill after getting snowed in during a snow storm and its super cold and the rest of tokio hotel is also there and shit. Romantic stuff pls 🙏

(hello! Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted but I tried, lmao. Here ya go, enjoy!)

Snowed In

The air was slightly cold in the hotel room, you and Bill shared one as a couple as the others opted for their own.

You guys had photoshoots and an interview to do today, but it seemed the snow knew how tired you all were.

"(Name)...(Name!)"

"Huh? What?" You asked, groggy and barely opened your eyes as you looked behind you to see Bill in the same state.

"Your alarm." Bill pointed out, just now you registered the loud blaring on your phone.

"Oh, shit. We gotta get up, Bill." You groaned, slowly moving to sit up but Bill shook his head and kept his arm around you.

"It's snowing." Bill mumbled, his eyes closed as he buried his head into your shoulder.

"What?" You rubbed your eye to get the sleep out, not able to hear him somehow, it's just how you woke up in the morning.

"Snowing…everything's canceled. Snowed in." Bill grumbled out, rubbing his eye also as you looked out the uncovered window of the hotel room.

"Oh, it is…" you nodded, trailing off as you settled back into the covers and stretched out, feeling the satisfying pops of your sleeping bones.

"Stop moving." Bill muttered, swatting your arm that landed on his face as he laid on his back.

"Shut up." You simply put, turning onto your side to wrap your arm around his waist and put your head on his chest, closing your eyes as you felt him hug you back.

Bill put his chin on top of your head, putting some kisses to the top of your head with his eyes closed as you held his hand that was laid over your waist.

"Cold." Bill spoke up in the silence, getting a stifled laugh out of you as he hugged you closer under the blankets.

"Wake up, losers!"

"No, go away!" Bill didn't need to open his eyes as he yelled but still groaned as you sat up, looking to see Tom, Gustav and Georg bust in the room.

"No can do." Gustav stated as Tom jumped on the bed onto his stomach, landing on Bill's legs as his twin groaned and tried to kick him off.

"Here ya go." Gustav handed you breakfast, one that he always got you on tour as he always knew what you liked.

"This is why you're my favorite." You sleepily smiled at Gustav before Bill moved to put his arms back around your waist, forcing you to lay back as he now rested his head on your stomach.

"Want some?" You offered Bill as Georg started flipping through TV stations, bickering with Tom on what to watch.

"Mhm." Bill nodded, opening his mouth a bit for a bite as you gave him some, but he still kept his eyes closed.

"(Name)." Bill nudged your stomach with his head, a sign for you to start playing with his hair.

You did so, watching the morning TV movies that Georg forced on, Tom laying at your feet as Gustav took a chair near a table.

"You're all assholes." Bill spoke up to his brother and friends, annoyed at how they interrupted you two.

"Fuck sometime else, you're ruining the movie." Tom waved off his brother over his shoulder, getting a snort from Gustav and a shoulder slap from Georg.

"We were not- shut the fuck up, Tom."

"You wound me, (Name). You wound me."