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tokio-motel · 9 months

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first kiss with the band headcannons <3

gender neutral reader‼️

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BILL:

・You may have confessed feelings for him before you leaned in or you may have done it without warning

・Unless y'all r already dating

・He would be so flustered either way bro 😪😪

・After you pull away he'd blink a few times as he stared at you.

・Cheeks flush bright red

・Like -bro becomes a tomato..

・Takes a second before he leans back in to kiss you, this time having a hand on your cheek or neck.

・He doesn't use tounge on the first kiss bro...

・Lightly tugging his hair while you kiss him makes him MELT

・Wraps his arms around your neck 🤭

・If you did like him he'd ask if you guys are dating now

・you better say yes.

TOM:

・If your in the middle of confessing to him he'd just kiss you

・He likes to speed things up, man. You signed up for this when you caught feelings!

・travels his hands to your waist as he kisses you.

・Doesn't care where you place your hands, but either on his neck or hips are good ideas.

・He'd try to act confident and unbothered but really he's screaming and dying of nervousness inside.

・He's the type of guy to bite your bottom lip/swipe his tounge against your lips asking for entrance (ew)

・Kisses down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

・You most likely wouldn't date yet

・He had to process how he felt during the kiss and how much he actually liked you, probably would bring it up a few days later.

GEORG:

・Freezes when you kiss him.

・Has to process your ACTUALLY kissing him

"shit what's going on? OH I'M BEING KISSED-"

・Takes a second before he kisses back, laying his hand on your thigh.

・He pulls away after a minute, asking you wtf your doing and if you even like him

・Maybe your drunk he doesn't know 🤷🏻

・After you confess he takes another minute to process this information.

HE THINKS ALOT DON'T JUDGE HIM😡

・Smiles/laughs softly as he leans back in to peck your lips again.

・Keeps his hands on your thighs/hips.

・Guides your hands to wrap around him as he scootches closer.

・Leaves a few kisses on your jaw if he gets more comfortable.

GUSTAV:

・He thinks you got dared to kiss him.

・Self esteem isn't that high

same gustav

・He backs up slightly when you lean in, about to ask what your doing.

・When you ignore him and continue to lean in and then kiss him, he feels himself get less tense yet his stomach feels like knots are tying.

・The kiss lasts for like 5 seconds and then he pulls away

"Do you even like me?"

・Thinks it's all one big prank, led on by maybe Tom.

・If you tell him you really do like him, and you are sincere, he'd give a small smile and giggle before leaning back in.

・Please wrap your arms around him.

・Like Bill he'd ask what you guys are gonna do

・If you suggest friends w benefits he's leaving you 💀

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charliesgoodboy · 8 months

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♠︎tokio hotel(2006-2007) x male reader(sfw)

♠︎genre: fluff

♠︎wanring(s): people think reader is a girl, lipstick face kisses, flustered gustav, tom was waiting for that kiss like that one interview, georgs luscious locks, bill is also flustered

♠︎a/n: the happiness im feeling rn

"(m/n), are you finished yet?" your fingers held onto gustavs face backstage, your red colored lips kissing around his face as you enjoyed the loving smile he had on his face, it was so adorable.

"no, hold on a minute." tom groaned looking outside at the corner of his eye, seeing all of the people screaming there band nsme and holding up signs of love filled words. gustav let out a giggle, his hands holding onto your arms as you kept kissing around his face.

"it's almost time for us to go though!" he complained before you placed one last kiss on gustav's lips heading over to bill, setting him down on one of the box speakers putting another layer of lipstick on.

"could you wait a moment." tom shook his head impatiently, they still had a good twenty minutes to go anyways what was the rush. "no." well at least he was being honest enough.

bills hair was moved out of the way of his eye so you could get more places to kiss. "you should probably hurry," like gustav, he already had that smile on his face as he stared up at you awaiting for the kiss he craved so much.

you nodded placing a kiss on his on his forehead, then a few on the both of his cheeks, along with giving him one on the edge of his jawline. then lastly, you placed the kiss on his lips. "done." exclaiming you turned to georg who was already sitting on one of the bluetooth speakers like bill was, impatiently tapping his leg against the floor.

it was a little funny because he seemed more impatient than tom. putting on the layer of lipstick again then closing the lid, you first placed a kiss on the tip of his nose chuckling to yourself as his arm wrapped around the lower part of your waist pulling you a little closer loving the feeling of your lips on his skin,

making him feel warm and comfortable. you grabbed his cheek placing another kiss right next to where your hands were placed, then adding a few more to the other side, placing one last one at the edge of his eye.

he let go of you, but not before giving you a kiss in return as you were just about to walk over to tom. "alright you big baby, 'cmere." you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down giving him a big kiss on the lips as he tripped over a little, almost forgetting about the guitar around him.

"alright now go," breaking the kiss you pushed tom a little watching as he had a longing expression on his face it was just adorable. you watched as the boys went onto the stage, kissing your hand then waving to them smiling.

and the cheers from the crowd in reaction to seeing there faces was priceless

I BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THISSSS @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @secretivemessenger @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden @vyloy @esthxio @bloodyfennec @kitsune-yuhhh uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm who is missingggg uhhhhhhh idk

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colbyskies · 9 months

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Pretty Boy

Bill grows desperate for both Georg and M/n Georg x Bill x male reader 1.8k words

“Are you sure you want to do this Bill?” M/n asks, unsure with Bill's suggestion of Georg and him.

“Please…” Bill whines. “I want you both, please.” The needy tone of his voice causes both boys to groan, advancing towards Bill. Bill walks backwards to the bed, falling once the backs of his knees collide with the edge.

His nervousness grows as he is stalked by Georg and M/n, Bill quickly hurries to the top of the bed like a skittish animal being preyed upon.

M/n and Georg take their shirts off almost in sync before crawling towards Bill who is now perched on his elbows. Both boys help Bill remove his shirt, before attacking his body with hungry kisses. M/n presses his lips to Bill’s while running his hands over his torso. Georg trails kisses from his neck to his pierced nipples, playing with the metal in his mouth and giving it an experimental tug with his teeth. Bill moans into M/n’s mouth encouraging Georg to do it again.

Bill had expected M/n to taste like stale beer, but instead he tastes sweet. Cigarettes and cherry lip oil clash against Bill’s vanilla lip gloss, the more they kiss, the more Bill is able to taste himself. The way M/n roughly pushes himself flush against Bill’s body, turns him to mush. Bill expected M/n to be a good kisser, but he is far more than good. Each touch of their lips makes Bill’s stomach flutter and the way he licks his lips willing the other to open his mouth has him moaning.

Bill’s breathing speeds up as M/n starts to kiss his neck, determined to leave pretty marks all over his beautiful pale skin. His pulse beats fast against M/n’s swollen lips. Bill’s mind is foggy, trying to focus on M/n assaulting his neck and Georg playing with his nipples until they hurt.

M/n trails his kisses down Bill’s torso, stopping at his nipples to kiss Georg. Bill watches their tongues run along each other, getting more turned on if even possible. The tent in his tight jeans is almost painful, any sudden movement of his hips hurts as the friction is too stimulating.

Once Georg and M/n pull away, M/n goes further down Bill’s torso until he reaches his waistband. He licks teasingly down his v-line as he slowly unbuttons Bill’s jeans. Bill moans in relief once he cock is released from the tight hold of his skinny jeans. M/n kisses and bites at Bill's hips, showing love to each side, but especially his star tattoo.

Georg now makes his way up Bill’s chest attaching their lips together in a heated kiss. The kiss turns sloppy when Bill feels his boxers getting pulled down his legs leaving him completely exposed to his doers. Bill whimpers into Georgs mouth, waiting patiently for M/n to wrap his mouth around his swollen cock.

He is almost fully distracted from the kiss as M/n puts his lips to his head giving it a slight suck causing Bill to jerk into his mouth and inhale sharply.

“Please…” He whimpers into Georgs mouth, Georgs hands trailing up and down his sides, tracing over his sensitive nipples every now and then. It is too overstimulating, Bill wants it to stop. He wants them to stop playing with him, to take him like they said he would, but doesn’t say anything because he loves it. He loves the way they bring him to the edge again and again before taking him fully.

M/n licks from the base of his cock to the head, before lowering himself further onto his dick. He takes him fully as Bill squirms beneath both his and Georgs constant teasing. Georg once again laps at his nipples as M/n slides rhythmically up and down Bill’s cock. Taking him all the way as he goes down, pressing the cold metal piercing in his tongue harshing against the underside of BIll dick as he goes up, sucking on the head of his dick and flicking the piercing against his slit before going back down.

It drives Bill insane, how is he supposed to focus on two people when M/n uses his tongue like that. He rocks his hips into M/n’s mouth moaning loudly from both tongues locked on his body.

“Hmmf… stop–ah…stop,” Bill whines, his head thrown back against the pillows. M/n pulls off his cock as Georg releases his nipples. “I’m gonna come if you guys keep it up.”

“That's the point, baby.” Georg mumbles, pressing his lips to Bill’s once again. Sweat beads off Bill’s forehead, his body growing more needy by the second.

He feels the weight of the bed shift and pulls away from Georgs kiss. “What are you doing?” He questions M/n who’s now standing at the foot of the bed now naked and digging through a small bag. He pulls out a large bottle of lube and two condoms. “Getting supplies, baby.” He says huskily, crawling to Bill and kissing him hungrily.

This time Georg goes to suck off Bill, using a very similar technique to M/n. Georg falls into every section of Bill's body, showing love to each bit, turning him inside out, loving the feeling of his dick in his mouth. Georg has never been with a boy before tonight, but he knows how he likes it. He loves it when girls swirl their tongues around the head of his dick before taking him further down their throat, so that's what he did. He loves it when they swallow around his dick, so that’s what he did. He hardly gives himself time to breathe, loving the noises and whimpers coming from Bill’s mouth.

Bill’s moans and pants grow louder as M/n trails down his body, going below Georg. He licked from his inner thigh to the underneath of his cock. His tongue found its way to Bill’s hole, licking around the area and sliding his tongue in and out. Bill’s moans sound loudly against the walls of the hotel bedroom as he grinds down onto Georg and M/n.

“Ahh–too much. I'm gonna…” Both boys pull away before Bill could finish, wanting to save his orgasm for later. Bill whimpers, hiding his face under his arm as his hips flinch trying to create friction.

After a bit of silence, Bill removes his arm from his face wanting to know what the others are doing. He finds them kneeling at the end of the bed, both now naked kissing each other. Georg pulls away before kissing down M/n’s chest and putting his mouth around his cock. Bill watches as Georg sucks off M/n, stroking himself at the pace of Georgs mouth. Only a few seconds later, Georg pulls off and they both turn their attention back to Bill.

M/n grabs the bottle of lube and slicks up his fingers. “Are you ready?” Georg asks, nuzzling his face into Bill’s neck, breathing him in. “mmm.. Please.” M/n circles his finger around Bill’s hole until he feels the muscles relax enough for him to insert his finger. He slowly pushes into Bill, pumping his finger at a comfortable pace. Georg hangs around Bill’s neck, sucking and biting, distracting him M/n stretching him. Once he feels Bill relax around his finger, he inserts another causing Bill to tighten and shut his eyes.

“Are you okay?” M/n asks, stopping the movement of his fingers. “Yes, keep going please.” M/n continues, curling his fingers to find the spot inside Bill that will make him melt. His fingers brush against the soft rubbery skin causing Bill’s stomach to clench and moan out a slur of swears.

“I’m ready, please M/n.”

M/n looks at Georg, who helps him put the condom on his now painfully hard cock. The two of them kiss roughly as Georg plays with the hair on the base of M/n’s neck. Georg kisses down his neck leaving a purple bruise on his collarbone before pulling away and going back to Bill.

M/n squirts the lube into his hand and lathers up his weeping cock with a groan. He pushes up Bill’s knees and angles himself at his entrance, slowly pressing into him. “Fuck Bill, you’re so tight.”

Bill pants the further M/n pushes into him and the more Georg teases his cock, running his finger over his slit causing his hips to rut. M/n groans, steading himself with a strong grip on Bill’s hips, one that will definitely leave a bruise later, but neither of them care. Georg uses his mouth on Bill’s cock once again, licking up and down his cock and taking him fully. Bill whimpers, fingers digging into Georgs hair and M/n’s shoulder as M/n starts to fuck him with a fast pace.

Bill grows dizzy and throws his head back into the pillows whining. M/n and Georg now in perfect rhythm. The pace set is almost painful, M/n’s cock hitting Bill’s prostate at a perfect angle with each sharp thrust of his hips. Bill curses under his breath, clenching his eyes shut to try his hardest to will away his orgasm, wanting to last longer.

One of M/n’s hands releases his grip on Bill’s waist as it grasps Georgs cock, working him. Georg moans around Bill in his mouth, the vibration almost sending Bill over the edge.

“Oh god.. fuck I’m so close.” Bill whimpers breathlessly, his voice getting caught in the back of his throat.

Bill jolts as the grip on his waist grows tighter, a whine leaving his lips. The pace quickens as the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room and the beautiful sounds of everyone's moans.

“Ahh– you take me so well, baby.” M/n groans and the praise is enough to send Bill over the edge. Bill feels his stomach tense and the wave of euphoria rush over him before he comes into Georgs mouth. His hips involuntarily moving through his orgasm and his legs shake. Georg pulls off his cock with a pop, orgasming himself at the sight of Bill ruined.

“So beautiful, all ruined for us, angel.” M/n mumbles snapping his hips into Bill one last time before falling over the edge himself. He rides out his orgasm inside of Bill, striking his hips into his ass a few more times before pulling out and falling next to Bill. Black tears run down Bill's face from the overstimulation of his prostate.

Bill lay in the middle of Georg and M/n, curling into M/n’s side as Georg spoons him from behind. “You’re so perfect, baby.”

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itsmealaiah · 23 days

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Tokio Hotel members reacting to

reader having a prince albert's piercing 😝

TW: sucking off, sexual innunendo, profanity, sexual situations, assigned male at birth, he/him pronouns, prince albert's piercing (on reader)

Request: (by anon) Tokio hotel (separate) reacting to m!reader with a prince alberts piercing, like they’re about to give him head but pull down his boxers and just stare since it caught them off guard

Rating: mature, sexual themes, mdni.

WC: 0.8k (these r all so damn short 🙄)

Bill:

when he'd be slowly taking your pants off, leaving kisses on your abdomen, looking up at you with big, puppy eyes as he reveals your dick to him, not noticing at first because he's too invested in the sight of you, all needy for him, lips parted and eyes shut, head laid on the pillows as you let out the smallest of moans.

When he finally sheds your boxers after teasing you, stroking your cock up and down, hardening it more than it was already, he leaves a small kiss on the tip, feeling something cold. His eyebrows raise, and he sees the piercing, a little bit of a shock to him. You had never mentioned this before in your relationship.

He stops for a few moments, gazing at it, wondering if he could even give you the proper pleasure, knowing that was in the way. When you notice he stopped, you look down, seeing him in a state of confusion and worry.

"Baby? is everything ok?" you ask, trying to settle your breath and get it under control. "When'd you get this?" He points to the metal lying on your dick with his pointer finger, and your eyes widen. "A couple years ago" you say with somewhat confidence, still trying to settle down.

He swallows thickly, and you sigh with slight anger. You pull his hair, and watch his lips envelop your cock deeply in a matter of seconds, his eyes beginning to water as his tongue flattens under your shaft.

"ha-ah, good boy billy"

Tom:

Tom would already have every single article of your clothes off (minus boxers) before he sucked you off, he would probably think it's better to get your cock dripping with pre-cum before he gives you head.

He would trail kisses down your chest to your lower abdomen, building up the excitement of finally getting what you want.

When he slips down your boxers, he immediately notices the piercing, and smirks down at it, making you whimper and look down to see what he's gazing at. As soon as you find out, your face goes red and you bury the side of your face into the pillows, embarrassed.

"what are you blushing for baby?" he says as his tongue licks a stripe up your dick, and you moan, gasping as his hands rub up and down your needy cock, basically begging for more, and playing with the piercing, tugging on it as he pleasures you.

"f-fuck tommy!"

Gustav:

You have been begging for gustav to finally give you head for days, no weeks, and he finally caved, but he was nervous as hell. He had little experience with this, only ever giving girls head, you being his first boy-loving-boy relationship (bear with me ik this is shit 🫶😞)

He'd probably start by slowly kissing your lips, slipping off your shirt with his gentle hands, wanting to take this as slow as possible, making you lift your arms above your head, only breaking the kiss for a second, going back to let his envelop yours.

He would moan into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing his head closer to yours, which leads him to gasp and you to slip your tongue into his mouth, kissing him even more passionately, the heat between the both of you crescending to an all time high.

As he tugs off the last piece of your clothing, he's met with the shiny, silver metal on the tip of your dick. He doesn't know what to think at first, confused as to how one could have that without going through immense pain and discomfort for months on end.

He eventually decides to just give up and listen to your demands, kitten licking your cock which makes you groan, giving him assurance he is doing something remotely right.

"doing s'well gusti, keep going"

Georg:

Georg would probably feel the piercing the first time he's stroking you while you both are making out, and grip it, trying to feel what it is, making your cheeks a dark red and you to forcefully answer: "it's a prince albert's piercing"

He'd be slightly shocked, but would eventually lean into it, knowing he can tease you even harsher, now that he's discovered a new teaser to make you moan.

He'd tug or pull on it every time you would be halfway naked, in your boxers, ready for him to fully pleasure you, and once he's down there, your swollen cock all red and needy, he'd be tugging on that shit with his teeth, testing the sturdiness, smiling as you groan and tug at his hair.

He'd flick it with his tongue, and watch you squirm. "should i get one of these baby?" he asks while you're so close to cumming, he stops and asks, stopping the stimulation as you nod a little too desperately, begging to cum, and he knows this, but it's always a little fun to toy with you.

Taglist: @tokio-motel @20doozers @madzandmore

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20doozers · 1 month

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Look at the cuties! :3

Okay they look a bit scary here but they’re still cuties.

#tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel imagine #tokiohotel #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #georg listing #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 10 months

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Tokio Hotel Masterlist

Bill Kaulitz

Would You Marry Me?

Bill Kaulitz x Clingy!Reader

Tired!Reader

The Bathroom Floor

Three Years Behind

Five More Minutes

LoverMan

Trust The Process

Five More Minutes

Catching Up - Three Years Behind Part 2

McDonalds Date Night

Bill Kaulitz's Insomniac Son

Done No Wrong

Grab Ass

Dance Mom!Bill

EastSide

Flower Crowns

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Dance Mom Bill

Princess Treatment

Nothing Wrong With Love

Mini Thems

Being Bill Kaulitz's Wife

Late Night Cook

Leaving The Nest

Teenage Dream

Seven

Small!Chested!Reader

Figure!Skater!Kid

Teenage Star

Reader Picking At Their Hands

Drunk And Sober Mistakes

Star Of The Live

Sick!Bill Kaulitz

Twin Dad

Dance!Mom!Bill Kaulitz

Dance!Mom!Bill And Tom Kaulitz

Prom Mishaps

Sibling Duty

Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz x Reader With Daddy Issues

Tired!Reader

Tom Kaulitz x Polish!Male!Reader

Boo!

LoverMan

Smitten!2003!Tom Kaulitz

Italian!Reader

Done No Wrong

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Latina!Reader

Dancer!Reader

Mini Thems

French!Reader

Dates With Tom Kaulitz

Hate vs. Tom Kaulitz

His Kid Ends Up Pregnant

Teen Parenthood

Catching His Daughter Drunk

Dance!Moms!Tom and Bill Kaulitz

Turkish!Reader

Prom Mishaps

Sibling Duty

Georg Listing

Tired!Reader

LoverMan

Done No Wrong

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Hand Obsession

Teen Parents

Turkish!Reader

Body!Builder!Reader

Gustav Schäfer

Male!Reader Caught Checking Out A Guy

Tired!Reader

LoverMan

Lip Gloss to Hickies

Done No Wrong

Touch!Obsessed!Male!Reader

Award Mayhem

Alt!Reader

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billsjum6ie · 8 months

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☆ Choose your character ☆

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Bill Kaulitz

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

ᝰ. Fluff

• Love at first sight

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

● Denial

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Tom Kaulitz

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

ᝰ. Fluff

• "I just want you to be safe. That's all I ask."

• " she really is a younger you! "

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

• Arguments with Tom

• "You don't have to be scared of me." (+comfort /fluff)

• " Run away with me." (+fluff)

ᝰ. Smut

• "I'm not done with you yet."

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Georg Listing

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

_______________________________________________

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Gustav Schafer

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

_______________________________________________

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Whole band

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

_______________________________________________

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Kaulitz Twins

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

_______________________________________________

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jasperhales-malewife · 11 months

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Did y'all hear about the rumors what Heidi is doing to Tom? Like, if they are true I'm so so so sorry for Tom :((

I thought they were so cute togheter. Though I am 100% sure that she knows Tom really likes privacy and he doesn't like her taking photos of him whenever he's sleeping or something but she just ignores that.

I get it, she has the man that every teenager/adult wants/wanted but that doesn't mean she can just take pictures of him because she feels like it, at least ask him for permission?!

And the rumor that she made him go on a very unhealthy diet? For 1 month just drinking tea?! Like broo what. The. Fuck?

Of course I don't know if there's any proof but with the videos I've seen I think that at least some of them are true.

Poor Tom, I really do feel so sorry for him, I hope he is doing okay❤

#tokio hotel x male reader #male reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #georg listing x reader #georg listing #gustav schäfer x reader #gustav schäfer #x male reader #x reader

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trulyyours-rune · 10 months

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ATTENTION MALE!TOKIO HOTEL READERS! Your calls for being hungry for such fine men are now answered. I DO FANFICS FOR MALE!READERS WHO LIKE TOKIO HOTEL! I do the whole band, and feel free to ask whatever you like!!!! Reel those requests in and I'll be happy to answer them, I'll try to answer them and soon as possible!

#Tokio Hotel x male reader #Tom Kaulitz #Bill Kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #kaulitz twins

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baby-dr1ver · 7 months

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A/N: hello everyone! yes, I am 7 days late to kinktober, yes I'm gonna write 7 fics today lol. anyway here's the list I made!

2023 Kinktober List:

Begging, daniel x reader

Temprature Play, charles x reader

Mirror Sex, carlos x reader

Angry Sex, lando x reader (lap time got deleted at quali)

Size kink, max x reader

Hair Pulling, george russell x reader

Biting, oscar x reader

Mutual Masturbation, daniel x reader

Lingerie, pierre x reader

Strip tease, charles x reader

Dirty Talk, carlos x reader

Food Play, charles x reader

Titles, i cant choose x reader

Shower Sex, lando x reader

Against a Wall, oscar or daniel x reader

Vanilla, george russell x reader

Phone Sex, oscar x reader

Sleepy/Morning Sex, (open)

Fem!Dom, lando x reader

Lactation, daniel x reader

Blindfold, max x reader

Handcuffs, oscar x reader

Ropes, carlos x reader

Voyerism, (open)

Overstimulation, max x reader

Denial, pierre x reader

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tokio-motel · 9 months

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heyy😘

i feel like you've done this before but its worth a shot😞

could you do jealousy headcannons with the whole band of tokio hotel🤞🏾(separately of course) with a little nsfw thrown in please(all of them topping idrc if they're dom top or sub top)

thank you smmm i love your writing like fr your keeping my writing alive😭 if u alr did this just straight up ignore it😌

JEALOUS BAND X GN READER

AGGHHH I LOVE U 👹! i’ve been so confused cuz normally I'd have so many ideas but I was absolutely stuck recently💀 sorry if it's not good I'm better at writing dom reader..

(contains some nsfw themes so if you don't like that please don't read!!!)

BILL:

・He doesn't get jealous easily, but you make him crazy, bae.

・Y'all r probably at a club or something when it happens.

・If you flirted with someone/touched their arm or hand he would just look from afar, thinking about what he was gonna do with you.

・He'd get so caught up in his daydreaming that he feels himself grow hotter and more desperate for you.

・He eventually goes up to you and pulls you to the car

・While he's driving he holds your thigh in his hand, rubbing little circles into the side with his thumb.

・Remind you that you are his and his only 😍.

・When y'all get out of the car he can't keep his hands off you, roaming all over your body as he pulls you close.

・If y'all have sex he'd make you scream his name, again reminding you that you are his and he can pleasure you better than anyone 😋.

・It's getting a lil cringey and serious bro I'm not used to this-

"Good boy/girl. Doing so well."

"So pretty, so good for me.."

・Jealously ends soon after, he knows you love him as he does for you!

TOM:

・Unlike Bill, I feel like he'd get very jealous.

・Only watches you for a second before going up to you, holding a hand around your waist as he sees who your talking to.

・Makes sure to call you 'babe' and 'darling' so the person knows your taken 🤷🏻.

・You feel him occasionally grab your thigh, his hand trailing closer to your inner thigh-

・If you swat his hand away his grip only tightens.

・He eventually pulls you to the car, and baby he's going wild.

・Brings you into a fierce kiss, your lips nearly getting cut.

・Roams his hands up your shirt, fingers going down your sides and waist. 🤭

・Tbh he's so horny rn y'all def have car sex.

・If your into it he probably spanks you..

I'M CACKLING HELP LMFAO

・If you thought Bill was rough your in for something with Tom.

・Bitch has no mercy

・Probably overstimulates you too....

GEORG:

・Actually hides being jealous pretty well, but he can't always help it.

・He feels his stomach get knotted if he sees you talk/act in a flirty way with someone else.

・Tries to ignore it, reminding himself that you love him and you wouldn't do anything weird.

・If the other preon touches you, though, he's right beside you.

・He keeps a hand at the back of your neck, digging his fingers in it gently.

・Doesn't bother taking you to the car, y'all go to a bathroom.

・Throws you in the stall as he locks it behind him.

・Shushes you if you try to make excuses.

・Keeps his hand at the back of your neckbas he kisses you, his other hand having a firm grip on your thigh.

・His kisses trail down to your jaw, then neck, and all the way down...

・He edges you until your crying, man.

"You can take a little more, right.?"

・He shushes you if your too loud (due to being in the bathroom) but he can't help but grin whenever you moan out his name.

GUSTAV:

・Not the jealous type at all, nope.

・There's only so much a boy can take, though.

・Bites the inside of his cheek as he glares at you.

・Watches the way you act, if your with someone else he makesbsure to also watch their movements.

・If they get too close to you he feels like he got the air sucked outta him.

・Doesn't stop you from talking unless the other person gets a little too comfortable.

・Afterwards, in the car, he'd ask a few questions about this person.

・Raises an eyebrow at you if you lie or don't explain.

・If anything he's a soft dom 🤷🏻

・Holds your hands over your head while having sex.

・Leaves kisses and hickeys all over your neck and chest, nipping at the sensitive skin.

"You're so perfect... so sweet."

・Praises you like there's no tomorrow.

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charliesgoodboy · 8 months

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hiii babe 😻🤞this took like a good 20 minutes of staring into space to think abt

ermmm anyways

HEAR.

ME.

OUT.

softdom georg x bf whos LOUD

like...georg could literally kiss his neck and reader would literally be moaning and squirming around 😇

and georg praising you i just KHQWEDKUYERCVK

u can add whatever ermm idc 🙏

2008 G. LISTING☆

i am a super star with a big big house, and a big big car

GEORG LISTING who would sometimes love to tease you in public. under the table, his hand would tease your half-hard length watching as you would shake, and have your hand on your mouth disguising it as looking off into space, his smile widening a small bit covering it up with a fake answer to the interviewer listening to the smallest whimpers you'd try to hide.

GEORG LISTING would always love feeling you up as you make yourself something, or ask him to get you something. his hand on your side slightly moving up and down your waist as he reaches for it allowing you to open it yet he doesn't move just yet, he stays behind you as you opened up the snack flinching a little feeling his lips alongside your neck feeling your body almost relax into his chest. "georg.." "yes love?"

GEORG LISTING absolutely loves listening to you fully, him guiding you as you'd ride him allowing his hips to snap up into you just to hear you even more. "f—fuck! georg, please 'm gonna—" he absolutely hates it when you try to hide the way you sound. it lets him know how much he's pleasuring you each and every time.

GEORG LISTING loves it all the more to be in more control than you riding him. as he'd fuck you in a way that's like making love. his extra hand jerking you off slowly, completely different from the pace he was going at with thrusts. "so good for me.." loves you so dearly, but edges you just to hear that pretty voice of yours. "you can hold it in a little more right?" "i–" " 'cmon, just for me?"

GEORG LISTING who is still careful with you yet will do what he can to please himself as well.

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colbyskies · 9 months

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Situationship

Tom Kaulitz x Male!Reader 8.1k Words Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would.

“Tell me about your day, baby,” M/n says, kneeling on the floor while unzipping Tom’s pants. M/n knows exactly how his day went, a busy day full of photoshoots and interviews. Annoying interviewers breathing down their necks and asking personal questions about their love lives or personal health. Thankfully, it is the band’s last busy day for a week, a vacation long overdue for the teens.

Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would.

Is it something either of them wanted? Yes, but in this way? No. What they both want is need, want, support, desire, affection, something they can come back to at night, but they only bargained a couple of their chips. Leaving them as friends with benefits, a label they never put to their casual dance, but something they both know to be true.

Tom’s back is against the now locked door to his bedroom in the band’s shared house, M/n on his knees in front of him. The sudden contact of M/n's cold hand on his hard cock elicits a sharp moan from the guitarist as he thrusts his hips into the others hand.

“Photoshoots…ahh..” Tom groans as M/n takes him whole, swallowing his cock down his throat. “I…Interviews..” He manages to stutter out over the immense pleasure on his lower half. God he needs this, he needs the feeling of M/n’s warm mouth on the tip of his cock, taking him further with each suck. The cold feeling of his tongue piercing brushing along a vein on his dick and swirling his tip, teasing his slit every so often. M/n sucks him so well, hallowing his cheeks going down with an open throat and sucking as he pulls back.

His hands dig into M/n’s hair, pulling him off his dick and bringing his face to his. “Kiss me,” Tom whispers against M/n’s lips. The other complies, kissing him hard, pushing him further against the door—trapping him. With his hands on either side of Tom’s head, he lets one of them trail down Tom’s waist until he reaches the end of his oversized shirt. He pulls eagerly, raising it to let his hand rest on Tom’s toned stomach. The sensation dragging another muffled moan from the back of Tom's throat.

Tom helps him and pulls the rest of his shirt off, leaving his upper body exposed to the cool elements causing him to shiver. M/n drags him away from the wall and pushes him into the bed, Tom gasps as his back hits the mattress. Something he is very used to by now. Always being thrown around the bedroom by M/n, sometimes throwing him around himself but not usually. M/n takes on more of an authoritative role and he knows for a fact that if that got to the rest of the band, they would make his life a living hell.

If Tom is being honest, sometimes he wants what's going on between the two of them to be heard. He wants everyone to know what they’re doing, what M/n is doing to him more specifically. It pains him to know that M/n can’t be his. At least not in the way he truly wants.

M/n undresses the rest of his body slowly, like he always does. He says he’s savouring every bit—wanting it to last. Tom loves it. He loves the attention M/n gives him as he kisses down his body, sticking to certain sides or certain pressure points M/n has learned.

His teeth graze over Tom’s body causing him to shudder, his breathing quickly becoming erratic. The crook of Tom’s neck has grown all too familiar with M/n’s soft touch. M/n doesn’t know if he wants to devour every part of him or worship his beautiful body, all he does know is that it’s his name he wants Tom to scream out.

So he trails further.

“You’re so beautiful, Tom.” M/n mumbles kissing his chest. God, the way he says his name makes his heart beat a hundred miles per second. His breathing almost in time with that. All he wants is M/n—in any way the other will serve.

“Every piece of you is gorgeous.” He kisses his stomach this time, eliciting a moan from the guitarist. Every touch sends him into a spiral, wanting more. He’s never known such hunger before he and M/n drunkenly had sex for the first time. It sent him into oblivion. Loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around his body, his cock inside of him, his breath against his neck, just the thought of their first night together gets him hard.

Tom hears the lube bottle opening before he feels a cold finger pressing against him. Instinctively, he spreads his legs to give M/n more space. M/n has a ritual it seems, with the way he pulls Tom under his current, ripping him out to sea with pleasure. It’s always the same routine, circling him before he pushes in a finger, waiting until Tom is a moaning and whimpering mess, begging him for more. Only then will he add the next finger, it’s in those moments where Tom hates that he’s a boy. If he was a girl this would be far quicker, he’d be able to feel M/n’s cock brushing against his prostate in a more timely manner.

M/n has explained to him many times why he likes to drag out stretching him, “It makes your orgasm better,” Tom can’t deny it, but God does he hate it.

While Tom is daydreaming, M/n removes his clothes and soon after the third finger is added he presses himself into Tom.

Tom looks up at M/n his eyes half-lidded as he breathes himself away from the edge, pulling away from the very thing he desires. M/n feels so good inside him, the way his cock twitches ever so slightly with each small movement. “Move.” Tom whispers, wrapping his legs around M/n’s waist and pulling him closer to him. His arms are wrapped around his neck pulling him into his chest, needing him closer.

M/n starts out slow this time, pushing in and out of Tom with no rhythm in mind, building a pace as he goes. Every time they have sex it’s different, sometimes it starts out fast, desperate, needy. Other times it’s slow, painfully so. A pace perfect when dragging out small whines from Tom, a pace that makes him desperate. Then other times it starts out slow but quickly builds into a fast pace, holding them both above the edge for only minutes before allowing them both to fall over.

That’s how it is now. M/n using Tom to bring them both to the edge, quickly. The pace is almost excruciating. Tom calls out M/n’s name, his heart rate pounding strongly against his ribs. Just for a second Tom wonders if the others can hear them, if they can hear the moans coming from both of them, the way the bed hits the wall every other thrust, or the whimpers as Tom begs M/n to go faster.

“Please.. M/n…Fuck God..Im so close..” Tom whimpers, digging his nails into M/n back, dragging them from his shoulders to his waist. They both said not to mark each other, but after the second time they couldn’t hold back from bruising the other.

His dreads are damp from the combined sweat forming around the two of them. “Me too baby, god you're so perfect, so good for me.” Tom whines at the praise, pulling M/n closer to him causing the other to adjust slightly. The change making M/n hit his prostate with every thrust.

“Oh fuck…ahh…” Tom cries out, throwing his head back into the pillows, his mouth open and his brows knitted together. “Fuck…I love you..” the guitarist moans, falling over the edge. Tom’s legs shake from their spot around M/n’s waist and the other groans from the way Tom clenches around his dick. With one final thrust M/n falls over the edge too.

“What did you say?” M/n asks, concerned. Tom looks up at him with wide eyes, finally realizing what he said to the other right before they both came down from their high. The other quickly pulls out of Tom and puts his clothes on. Usually he stays to clean Tom up and make sure he’s okay, but that confession—if that's even what to call it—shook him to his core.

“M/n–”

“No Tom, we can’t get involved like that. You clearly have developed feelings. I can’t– We can't. I'm sorry.” With a look of remorse on his face he moves to the doorframe, giving Tom one last glance before walking out and down the hall to his vacated room. Tom lays in his bed naked and motionless, regretting the words that accidentally fell from his mouth in a moment of vulnerability. The feeling of rejection brews in his stomach and he almost wants to throw up at the feeling of come, from the person who rejected him, inside of him still.

He wants to take a shower, to wash off the decision he made. Maybe pretend like the last year never happened. That the two of them hadn’t fallen into the curse of casual, no strings attached, sex, but it had and Tom fucked it up by catching feelings. He fucked up. He fucked up so bad.

M/n probably won't look at him the same, maybe just avoid him altogether. That thought in and of itself hurts Tom to think about. His chest aches for the relief of seeing him down the hallway and knowing that later that night they’ll be entangled in each other and their sheets, but that won’t happen anymore.

Tom rolls over in the bed, pulling one of his pillows to his chest. Ironically, it’s a pillow that smells a lot like M/n. Sobs rack his body, God did he fuck up. Out of all the things to fuck up, it just had to be this? Tom had convinced himself that if he couldn’t have M/n the way he really wanted at least he got to see his most intimate moments, but now he doesn’t even have that.

He fucked up so bad.

— — — — —

Tom has been lying in bed for hours only in his boxers. His body now covered by his duvet, which had fallen to the floor during their earlier activities. His head, chest, and eyes ache from sobbing into his pillows.

He hears four knocks at his door and with everything he hopes that it is M/n coming to apologize for rejecting him. To hold him and tell him that he was sorry, that he just freaked out, but that he loves Tom just as much as the other.

“Tom?” The voice is his brothers. He groans into his pillow, his heart clenching as his hopes are crushed once again. “Tom, can I come in?” Bill doesn’t wait for an answer before he opens the door, only to see his older brother in shambles.

“Fuck Tom, what happened?” Bill asks moving to sit behind Tom. Just at the question, everything comes running back to Tom and he starts to sob again. “Tom..” Bill whispers sadly, he has rarely ever seen Tom like this, only a couple of times. When he told Bill he no longer wanted to live and when their biological father had left them. Every time it broke Bill's heart.

Bill rubs a hand up and down Tom’s sides before hugging him in an awkward position. “Bill, it hurts.” Tom turns around in his bed and hugs his brother's waist, needing some form of comfort. Despite knowing nothing of what happened, Bill continues to comfort Tom.

“It’s okay, Tom. It’s okay.” He reassures, holding his brother back with as much force as his brother is holding him. It’s times like these where Bill wishes they never had a twin bond, being able to feel the amount of pain Tom is in makes him want to cry into his brother's arms too. But he can't. He knows that he has to hold his ground for Tom, just like Tom has always done for him.

“You need to take a shower, you smell,” Bill mumbles, the smell of sex still clinging to Tom’s skin. Bill releases Tom from his hug to go find him clothes to wear. Bill pulls Tom out of bed and drags him down the hall to the bathroom.

Bill is observant of the way Tom hides his eyes, refusing to look to the door where their bandmate is probably sleeping. Bill is always observant, always noticing the little things about people, their changes in personality, or even changes between two people. The way a relationship might change between two individuals. Bill can tell that the relationship between Tom and M/n has changed very drastically, but he doesn’t want to assume, so he keeps his thoughts to himself.

“I’ll be waiting for you in your room for when you’re done,” Bill tells Tom after he starts the water for him. Tom refuses to look at his brother, keeping his eyes casted on the ground before he nods slowly. Bill smiles comfortingly, despite knowing the other can’t see it, he hopes that he can at least feel it.

Bill leaves the bathroom and makes his way to Tom’s room. He removes his sheets and brings it all down the laundry room to wash, then covers Tom’s bed in a new set of sheets. Tom takes long showers, so he doesn’t have to worry much about time. Once he’s done he makes his way to the room of the person he really wants to talk to.

He knocks a couple of times before the door opens to a dishevelled boy. “What's up, Bill?” M/n asks, his words slightly slurred. Of course he knows.

“Just wanna talk,” Bill says kindly. He is so good with faking what he’s thinking it's almost scary. M/n always claps Bill on the back for the way he handles all the bad shit said to him during interviews, he always smiles and nods while the rest of them struggle to sit still waiting to beat the shit out of the interviewer. I guess that's why Bill’s the frontman, he can keep his cool—most of the time at least.

M/n says nothing, but opens his door wider as an invitation. He takes a seat on his bed while Bill sits on the chair across from him.

“What did you do to Tom?” The question is anything but nice, Bill's sharp tone causing M/n to flinch slightly in his seat.

“I didn’t–”

“Don't give me that bullshit, M/n. I know something happened between you two, he hasn't acted like this in a long time.” Bill stares pointedly at M/n, watching his every move. The way he nervously runs his hands up and down his thigh or bites at his nails. Bill hates when people bite their nails, simply because he does it himself and he hates that it’s a nervous tic he acquired.

“How do you know it was me?” M/n refuses to meet the others eyes staring at his thighs or his floor. Wanting nothing more than to curl in on himself. It’s not his fault Tom caught feelings, it’s not his fault he's not ready for anything more than casual sex.

“Because he was a lot happier when you were closer, nothing could break him this much besides you.” The way he words it strikes M/n hard, his eyes well up with tears, but he fights them with everything he has.

He’s not ready for something like that. What Tom wants from him he can't give. He can’t be there for Tom like he should, he can’t show him the affection he deserves, Tom is so much better than M/n and deserves someone who will treat him like royalty. That isn’t him.

“You know what has been going on between us, I know you do. I also know that you know exactly what happened, so stop asking me about it and ask your brother who should be more than happy to share his side of things.” M/n’s tone is harsh, finally looking at Bill with a glare, his hands in fists on his legs. Bill hates this side of M/n, the side of him that gets defensive at every wary glance or questioning stare. He can’t show that he is vulnerable so instead he attacks whoever tries to push him to that point.

“You’re such an asshole, M/n,” Bill scoffs annoyed, before standing up and leaving his room with a slam of his door. It's not like he doesn't like Tom like that, because he does, he just can’t get involved. He’s too scared.

— — — — —

Knowing that he is living under the same roof as the boy that just rejected him pains Tom. How is he supposed to live comfortably knowing that every moment they pass each other will be an uncomfortable moment? Or how will the shows be now? Fans will definitely be able to see the tension in their lack of chemistry on stage. Bild is going to catch wind and blow everything up in their face.

Tom can just imagine the rumours going around about one of them leaving the band or being kicked out, just wanting to finish the tour before having to get a new member. If Tom hadn’t gone and ruined everything by saying those three fucking words, everything would still be normal. Or at least as normal as casual sex with your best friend can be.

He sits on his bed wrapping a towel around the dreads he failed to keep dry under the shower. His eyes still ache from crying, he can imagine his face is red and puffy. Tom has never been this upset over rejection before, yeah obviously it’s happened in the past, but not in a while and usually not by someone he actually has feelings for. It's pathetic honestly.

His thoughts are interrupted by Bill walking into his room. “Hey, you okay?” His voice is soft and kind, like it always is. Something Tom grew up hearing and still loves the way he can comfort him by the sound alone.

“Yeah,” Tom mumbles, his voice hoarse. He always hated being vulnerable around people, especially his brother. He is the older brother even if it's only by a few minutes. Being the protector is just what he grew into, Bill shouldn’t have to worry about if he’s okay or not, that's not his responsibility.

Bill takes a deep breath from beside him, his hands resting in his lap as he plays with his fingers. “I know what's been going on between you two, I’ve known for a while.” Tom's heart drops, shit. “And no, I don't hate you or anything for liking guys. I’ve had my fair share of exploring myself, I just hate to see this side of you Tom.” The guitarist's rising heart rate evens out and he tries to distract himself by squeezing the water out of his dreads. “I’m not saying you need to talk to me about it, but I'm opening that line of communication.”

Tom takes a deep breath trying to push himself away from the edge of tears, though even if he wanted to he probably doesn’t have anything left in him to cry. “It's been going on for a while, maybe a year now? Basically I told him I loved him, I don’t know why I would fucking say that.” Tom snickers hiding his head in his hands.

“Tomi, that's not your fault.” Bill hugs Tom from the side, Tom hugging him back. “We were perfect Billa, then I just had to go and bring feelings into it.”

“That wouldn’t have worked out and you know that. Eventually, your feelings would have eaten you alive.” Of course he knows that, he knew that the second he started to catch feelings. He just wanted M/n to treat him even the slightest way of what he really needed from him and if that was just sex then that’s how it was. Tom would have to learn to deal with it.

“Why doesn’t he love me, Billa?” Bill feels tears brim his eyes, Tom doesn’t deserve this. He deserves to feel loved and be loved, to be held and told that everything will be okay.

“I’m not sure that's true, Tomi.” Bill knows that M/n likes him back, he just won't act upon it for whatever reason. Instead he leaves Tom to feel this awful pain like the selfish dickbag he is.

“What do you mean?” Tom breaks out of the hug, looking at Bill for the first time in a couple hours. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, tear stains marking his cheeks.

“M/n..He’s very closed off as I’m sure you know. You might’ve just freaked him out, maybe he feels the same way but is scared to make something of it.”

“I don’t get why though.” Tom looks away from Bill taking in what he said. Processing it slowly, does M/n really like him back? Is he just too scared to admit it to himself? Why would he let Tom feel like this if he did?

“I don't either, Tomi.”

It doesn’t feel like it matters now though. Not when M/n probably won’t talk to him, won’t look at him— when M/n can barely be in the same room as Tom. Tom doesn’t want to lean into Bill's words, because what if Bill is wrong? What if M/n just hates him now and that’s that? Realistically, that’s probably it. Didn’t Tom cross such a line when he fell for M/n anyways? And to confess mid orgasm— the line has been erased, it’s gone, there is no line because now, after that, there is nothing.

— — — — —

It’s been a couple of days, the behaviour from the two boys has raised suspicion from the G’s. They constantly try to corner one of them and ask what’s wrong, Bill usually comes to Tom's aid, but M/n is left to fend for himself. He comes up with bullshit excuses one after the other, of course Tom heard them all. Every time they would corner M/n he listens to what they’re saying, trying to figure out what he's going to say to get the G’s off his back. And each time he walks away more hurt than the last.

It seems that whatever M/n says as an excuse is always putting the blame on Tom, “Toms just being moody…Tom tried to punch me or something…Tom can’t get his head straight…” Each fucking time it’s Tom, the fucking nerve M/n has to continuously blame him is astonishing.

Then he has the nerve to try and talk to Tom? To try and get him to talk back to him? M/n has tried talking to Tom many times this week, knocking on his door in the middle of the night when Bill is asleep, cornering him while he gets himself food or a drink of water. Tom ignores him every time, sick and tired of listening to the lies he tells himself and everyone else.

But tonight neither of them are lucky enough to avoid each other. The G’s and Bill have gone out to dinner and a movie, something that Tom and M/n aren't interested in. Surprise. Surprise. Yet, they hoped the other would be so they could get the house to themselves to just fucking think without the consistent noise.

The first hour flies by fast, M/n locked away in his room while Tom sits on the couch downstairs watching a show he recently started.

Around the second hour M/n grows restless, knowing that now is the only opportunity he’ll probably get to talk to Tom, so he throws on a shirt and walks downstairs. He sees Tom sitting on the couch, snacking on some skittles Bill bought for him. Bill always buys everyone something during his shopping sprees, this time M/n was the only one Bill didn’t buy anything for.

He sits beside Tom despite his best judgement. Tom ignores him, refusing to look at him, offer him his food like he has in the past, or catch him up on the show.

“Tomi.” M/n starts, his hand sweating nervously as he rubs them together.

“Dont fucking call me that.” Tom snaps, still watching the TV. His hands in fists on his basketball shorts.

“Tom, please talk to me, stop ignoring me. I like you too, Tom.” The other confesses, trying to get Tom to say anything to him.

Tom looks over to M/n pissed off, his jaw clenched so much M/n fears that it hurts. “Stop ignoring you? After you let me sit in the pain of being rejected!” M/n says nothing, looking away from Tom. Regret seeping into him as his heart aches. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” The million dollar question that M/n has some bullshit excuse for. Excuse after fucking excuse.

“Because I was–I am scared.”

“You were scared? Scared of what? Crawling out of your self centred shell?!” M/n’s heart speeds up. He’s terrified. Terrified of what that even means—being together. Being one, growing dependent on one another. How is he supposed to handle that? Especially with a boy in 2008. A boy. People get killed for shit like that all the time, they’re famous. How are they supposed to hide something that big from the entire world?

“Now Tom you know that’s not true,” M/n says trying to ease Tom away from his anger, pull him into him like he used to do every night. What if he can’t fix this? What if their relationship is really broken now?

“Do I? I don’t even fucking know you any more! What else have you been hiding from me?!” Tom's words strike M/n. Does he really think that way? Does he think that he’s been hiding stuff from him like that? “You left me wondering if we were even still friends! You just left! What the hell was I supposed to think M/n? How was I supposed to feel?” Tom's eyes are wide, his heart is beating twice as fast and tears start to brim his eyes the more the conversation continues.

“Tom. I can’t tell you how to feel. I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I'm just. I am so fucking scared to be in a relationship right now and with a boy? That's even more scary. What if we can't hide it? You know the state of the world right now is not that good. How can we hide something that big from Bild or the fucking fans.” Tom stays quiet, allowing M/n to tell him everything. To share why exactly he let Tom sit on his broken heart for days while M/n spread lies about why they truly stopped talking.

“I hate being famous sometimes Tom, everything we do, every time we breathe, its a fucking headiner. I don’t want to put you at risk, Tom. I love you and I am so fucking scared because ive never felt this way before, I dont know how to act upon this. I don't want to get hurt in the process.” M/ns crying now, tears falling quickly down his pale cheeks. He refuses to look at Tom, not wanting him to see him this vulnerable.

Tom aches for him, but he can’t forgive him that fast. He can’t let M/n think what he did is okay, what he said to the G’s and what he let Tom believe. None of it is okay. Honestly, Tom doesn’t know if he can trust him right now.

“I am too. I don’t want this to get out because of all the hate it will bring but I do still love you. If I'm going to be completely honest though, I don't know if I can trust you as I once did. After what you said to the G’s and how you handled this situation. You could’ve told me from the start M/n.” Tom looks at the other, the tears in his eyes falling, all of the emotions he hides under an angry mask falling. His heart clenches in his chest for all he wants to do is bring the other in his arms, hold him and be held back. But he can’t.

“I need time, M/n, to recover from this. I don’t know how long, but I hope you can wait for me.” M/n smiles sadly, he knows that he fucked up. The way he handled all of this is just unbelievably fucked. It hurts knowing he can’t have Tom right now, but he’ll just have to deal with it. The same way Tom did.

“I understand, Tom. I'll wait for you.” M/n pulls Tom into a hug, the other tensing at first before easing into his touch. Fuck. It would make his life so much easier to just forgive and forget right now, but he knows he shouldn't. The relationship would be strained and he can’t do that to M/n. He can’t do that to himself.

— — — —

The months have passed by really fast. The band is on another tour, this time in the states. Somewhere they always wanted to stay for a long while and it just so happens that David decided that Tom and M/n would be rooming together in their hotel. He used the excuse that to buy five separate hotel rooms would be insane. Bill is the only one that got his own room, he practically begged the management, saying that if he didn’t he wouldn’t be his ‘best self’ or some bullshit like that. Both of them have grown more comfortable with each other, Tom starting to trust M/n more. Lean into his touches, reach out for closeness, things were finally going back to normal.

So after a long night of clubbing, Tom and M/n make their way back to their shared room. Both of them have come down from the effects of the alcohol they drank, one could say they were completely sober.

M/n struggles to get the keycard to work and allow the door to unlock so Tom knocks him to the side and does it himself. “First try,” Tom says with a smirk. Fucking cocky bastard. Both of them walk into the room, only to notice that it only has one bed. What fucking joke is being played right now?

Tom looks slightly bothered but continues further into the room, setting the stuff he brought with him on the side where the management had placed his bags. M/n makes his way to the opposite side of the room doing the same thing, both of them dig through their bags looking for something to sleep in for the night.

“M/n?” Tom calls out the others' names, still searching for something to wear.

“What's up?”

“Can I borrow one of your sweatpants or shorts? I can't seem to find mine and I don't want to throw my clothes around.” M/n is a bit taken aback by the question but compiles anyway.

“Yeah, sure.” M/n says searching through his bag for something that would fit Tom comfortably. Eventually settling on a pair of grey sweatpants. “Here.” He throws them in Toms direction, the other catching them with his hand before heading to the bathroom to change.

The second Tom walks out of the bathroom, M/n is left to face his feelings head on. Yeah, Tom has worn his clothes before, but he looks so good in that pair of grey sweatpants M/n gave him. M/n always likes when Tom wears tighter clothing, now is no different.

And there’s that stupid warmth in M/n’s heart again– the kind that he could never truly ignore. Yeah, sure, he wants nothing more than to fuck Tom stupid after seeing him in his clothes; but under all of that, he wants to hold Tom close and whisper promises of love into his ear until he never doubts how M/n feels.

“What?” Tom asks, genuinely confused by the others stare.

M/n’s adams apple bobs as he swallows his rising nerves. “Nothing, you just look really good in my clothes.”

Tom’s cheeks dust pink, but he ignores it as he continues to drop off his dirty clothes into his bag. “I love you M/n.” He whispers more so to himself, not expecting the other to respond.

Despite how much they’ve changed over the past couple of months, he's still scared. Scared M/n will wake up one day and change his mind, scared he’s too much to handle, scared that M/n won’t want such a big commitment after seeing how Tom is like in a relationship. Every day he seems to be reminding himself that the other has changed. M/n tries to be physical with him without breaking his boundaries, tries to get closer to him, to understand him better and Tom really does appreciate that. But still, there's a thought in the back of his mind terrified to start something with him.

“I love you too, Tomi,” The other says back, his voice seemingly closer than it was a second ago, almost directly behind the guitarist. Is he really ready for this? Ready for something this big? It’s a big step in their relationship, something that will change them forever. A commitment that will change the vibe of the band altogether if something were to happen between them, is that worth the risk? Is M/n worth that risk?

His heart beats heavy against his ribs as he leans his face closer to M/n’s, his lips right next to the shell of his ear.

“Prove it.” He whispers before pulling back and gently pressing their lips together, both of their eyes fluttering closed. The kiss is warm, familiar, not rushed like their others. M/n’s lips are soft against his. Tom’s heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest, his nerves jittering inside of him with both fear and want. The warmth blooming in his heart is overwhelming, yet familiar, something he has always pushed aside not wanting to give himself to the feeling. He wants to feel loved, he wants to feel needed, desired. He wants to feel it in every touch, every kiss, every whisper against his skin. He wants to really feel it. “Make love to me.”

It is then when M/n falls under Tom's spell for once, pushing their lips together roughly. Something he missed so much. Their breathing becomes hard and ragged together, touches go from light to needy.

M/n holds Tom’s face in his hands, feeling the soft tears falling from his eyes—relief. “I love you so much, baby.” M/n reassures, pulling Tom impossibly closer. They both taste of alcohol and cigarettes from earlier that night.

Tom is the first to pull away, “I thought I had lost you, that I fucked stuff up so bad between us that you would never talk to me again.” Tom refuses to look in M/n’s eyes, keeping his eyes on his hands playing with the hem of the other's shirt.

M/n grabs Tom’s chin, forcing the guitarist to look at him. “You will never lose me, Tom. Never.” He brushes his hands through his dreads, grabbing the base of Tom’s neck and pushing his face back into his. The kiss is deep, desperate, longing, a sensation neither of them allowed themselves to feel. Tom feels drunk on M/n, the way his hands slide from his neck to his chest, smoothing out his shirt, or the way his mouth pulls on his lip piercing. M/n drives him crazy.

M/n starts to suck on his piercing, playing with the jewellery on Tom’s lip, eliciting a quiet moan from the other. Tom does the same, sucking on M/n’s upper lips as the other controls them, moving them closer to the bed. M/n’s lips move from his lips, down his jawline, then his neck, finding his sweet spot almost instantly. Heat rises in Tom’s stomach as he presses himself further into M/n.

M/n’s butterfly-like kisses grow deeper, pulling Tom under. Deep, needy kisses glue to his neck, dragging small moans from Tom. The guitarist grows hotter the more the seconds pass and oh does it affect M/n too. The sound of Tom’s panting and breathy moans shoots bolts down to M/n’s groin almost making the other grind his hips down. The idea of making love to Tom, the person he’s been lusting over—loving—for years now causes his head to fill with fog and desire.

M/n leads Tom further onto the mattress, pushing him down against the pillows on the top of the bed, his hands skillfully working Tom’s shirt from his body as Tom does the same to him. Soon both of them are only in their boxers, grabbing at each other with desperate hands.

Tom’s head is filled with beautiful fog, only focused on the way M/n’s mouth follows a line down his chest. His nipple is caught in the other's mouth, his mouth pulling and nipping at the sensitive skin. Tom grows restless, needing something more. He grinds up into M/n hoping the other will meet his hips and give him that long awaited friction he’s needed for months.

Thankfully, he gets the message, following Tom’s hips back into the mattress, pressing him further into the black satin sheets. He whimpers, holding his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound so that his brother in the next room doesn't hear their activities. M/n sucks and bites at his nipples hard, pulling moans from the deepest parts of his chest, leaving marks on every part of Tom's body he allows him to touch.

When M/n pulls away to admire the way Tom looks under him, he is greeted with the sight of a rightfully debauched boy. His cheeks dust pink, his hand covers his mouth, and his chest rises and falls at a quick pace.

“Please, M/n. I need you,” Tom pants, removing his hand from his mouth to pull the other closer to him, urging him to do more.

“Of course, angel.” M/n softly kisses Tom’s parted lips as his hand trails to the waistband of Tom’s boxers.

“Oh god, please.” Tom begs, thrusting his hips into M/n’s hand with a whimper.

M/n removes both of their boxers and presses their naked cocks together harshly, pulling groans from both of them. Tom’s hands rush to meet M/n’s chest, brushing his hands over his nipples and over his muscular shoulder before trailing his hands down to his waist, squeezing the excess skin. M/n almost loses his footing, consumed by the feeling of Tom’s hands on his body.

They both crave the intimate touch of the other. “I need you, M/n. Fuck just hurry.” M/n takes that as his sign to start stretching Tom. He grabs the lube he had hidden in a pocket of his bag and opens it with shaky hands. Yes, they’ve done this before, but it didn’t mean as much as it does now.

He coats his fingers in a thick layer, before pressing his first finger into Tom, completely ignoring the ritual he developed. He just needs Tom, now more than ever. He loosens him quickly, always slightly pushing against his prostate, teasing him, leaving the other a moaning mess.

“Are you ready?” M/n asks with a light kiss on the side of Tom’s collarbone.

“Please.” Tom’s head fills with worry, not about the sex about what comes after. They need to talk, think about their options before they move into something more serious. Tom needs to talk to Bill, get his opinion and hope that he doesn’t fill his head with opposite emotions.

M/n pushes into Tom, pulling Tom out of his worries. Tom’s arms wrap around the others shoulders the further he pushes in. Despite having done this many times, he will never get used to the feeling of being stretched in places deeper than M/n’s fingers could reach.

M/n thighs shake from holding back the need to thrust in and out of Tom at a fast pace. His breath quickens as he is enveloped further into Tom. Tom is divine. His voice, his touch, the way he can bend M/n to his will, he loves every part of Tom. His being is angelic and he took that for granted before, but never will he do that again.

M/n's skin burned under the pressure of Tom's fingernails, as Tom’s chest heaved. Tom’s legs were wrapped around his thighs, breathy little ahhhs escaping his lips. M/n waits for Tom to feel comfortable to start the pace himself and only begins to move when Tom rocks into his cock. The feeling almost overwhelming at first, M/n hits Tom’s prostate with precision each time M/n thrusts back into him.

The heat in each of them flows into their body stronger, almost burning them. It moves from their chests to their abdomens, steadily holding onto their bodies and building more and more with each deep push.

Tom’s breathing speeds up and they both know that he’s close. Close to being pushed over that edge he’s been yearning for, for months. Months he went untouched by M/n longing for a moment where the other would hug him or brush their hands together. He buries his face into M/n’s neck, his hot breath warming the other’s skin.

“I’m close… Faster.” Tom huffs out of breath, thrusting his hips into M/n in time with the others pace. Growing their heat into a ball of fire.

Tom is the first to expel that heat, falling from heaven as his thighs shake and his hips jerk back into M/n. M/n uses him, pressing against his prostate with each thrust leaving Tom to cry and whine at the overstimulation and abuse on his body. M/n falls over the edge too, falling onto Tom as he comes down from his high, his body shaking still.

He slides off of the guitarist and lays beside him, both of them breathing heavily.

“Thank you,” Tom pants, holding his arm on his forehead. His eyes are closed, reminiscing the pleasure he just felt. It is nothing like the way they would fuck every night, this is far different. This holds more importance. This is real.

“I love you, Tom.” M/n whispers into the other's hair, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him towards his chest. He means it and he hopes that Tom can feel his honesty in each word.

“I love you too.” Tom mumbles tiredly, pushing himself back into M/n’s embrace allowing the other to hold him. For the first time in a while, Tom finds comfort in M/n’s embrace, missing it. With each breath fanning over his neck from the other or the way his chest presses more into his back as he inhales, he falls into a deeper sleep. Realizing only then that M/n never needed to prove it to him, he meant it from the start. He never wanted to hurt Tom, he needs Tom just as much as Tom needs him. Tom soon falls asleep to the feeling of the others' steady heart rate on his back, lulling him to sleep.

— — — —

M/n is awake when Tom opens his eyes, Tom smiles as he rubs at his aching eyes. The events from the night before stir in his mind and for the first time in a while he's scared. He's scared of M/n, scared of what happened, scared of what's to come. He needs to think. He needs breathing room, but he fears that he’s already asked too much of M/n. He’s asked him to wait and he did just that, but if he asks him again after coming onto him it would just seem like he's playing him. Tom just needs to be careful, he doesn’t want his heart broken again.

Tom gets out of bed first, stretching his aching body from the hours of playing on stage last night and the partying. His head pounds, despite getting back sober he still feels hungover. His body catches up to him too fast sometimes. M/n just watches him, almost scared that if he makes the wrong move Tom will leave him again. Though that is highly unfair for him to say.

Tom walks to the bathroom to relieve himself and to think about everything. To put everything in his head onto a platter and observe what he’s feeling. He’s never been good with his feelings, always trying to shove them away into some hidden compartments, but now more than ever he needs to actually think about what he wants from this.

Soon he hears rustling from outside the door, clearly M/n trying to figure out how to use the shitty coffee machine in the hotel room. His attempts seem to be futile by the continuous swearing coming from beyond the door.

Tom wants this. He wants to wake up next to the other every day, be allowed to casually kiss him without having to worry about crossing a line, he wants him. He wants what M/n can offer. Tom is ready to open himself up to the other and put all his trust in him. He wants to do it right this time.

The guitarist opens the bathroom door and laughs at the sight before him. M/n struggling with the coffee machine, clearly on the edge of throwing it out the window.

“Look at you, trying to be a good boyfriend and make me coffee.” Tom smiles, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom.

M/n looks at him shocked, freezing for a moment, his mouth agape. “Well it's the least a boyfriend can do, but apparently the stupid coffee machine doesn't work. So how about I take you to that cafe instead,” M/n says, walking over towards Tom, grabbing him by the waist and kissing him softly. Memories from last night flood Tom's brain, that same kiss planted on every part of his body, the marks there to remind him when he takes a shower later.

Tom hums into the kiss, “Maybe you should.” He smiles, kissing him again. “Let me take a shower then we can go.”

His words reassure M/n, let him know that last night had been okay. That he trusts M/n.

“Okay, baby.” M/n smiles at Tom, before gently pushing him towards the bathroom to take a shower so they can leave as soon as possible. Neither of them really wanting to run into the rest of the band knowing the fact that they were very vocal last night and the hickeys covering Tom’s neck would be a dead giveaway.

As Tom stands in the shower he has his time to think, to reflect on the past few months. Everything that went down with M/n. He comes to the realization that he can do this now; sharing his time with M/n without a nagging panic in the back of his mind telling him to turn tail and run. M/n wants him and he wants M/n. More than ever, he wants the domestic moments, going on dates, making breakfast together, and the more intimate side of the other. He wants everything and anything M/n is willing to offer and M/n wants the exact same thing.

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itsmealaiah · 1 month

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You're okay

TW: insomnia, slight angst, cuddling

Request: Georg with an m!reader who has insomnia on tour, like he can’t sleep so he goes over to Georg’s bunk on the tour bus and curls up with him instead.

Rating: E for everyone

WC: 0.5k

I promise another fic is coming today, gonna try and grind 🩷

The tour bus rumbled along, its engine groaning as it climbed another steep incline. The air inside was thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows across the faces of the band members. In the cramped bunk, Georg tossed and turned restlessly, his eyes darting back and forth beneath his tangled mess of light brown hair. You couldn't sleep. Again.

It seemed like every time they stopped in a new city, you'd end up staring at the ceiling for hours, your mind racing with thoughts of home and the people you'd left behind. But it wasn't just homesickness that kept you awake. There was something else, some nameless anxiety that gnawed at you whenever the lights went out.

So, when the bus finally pulled over at a gas station for a quick refill, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You climbed down from your top bunk, careful not to wake the others, and made your way through the darkened maze of the tour bus. The engine's rumble and the whooshing of the air brakes lulled you into a sort of trance as you made your way to the front.

You grabbed the plastic water bottle from its hook and filled it up at the sink. The cool water felt good against your fingers, and you took a sip as you made your way back towards the rear of the bus. But as you turned the corner, you tripped over something soft and heavy, and the bottle slipped from your grasp, spilling water everywhere.

You looked down to see what you had tripped over, and there was Georg, who was walking towars you. His eyes were half-closed, his expression dazed. His brown hair was mussed, and his clothes were rumpled. He blinked blearily at you as you knelt down to help him up.

"Sorry, I should've been more careful," you murmured, offering him your hand. He took it slowly, letting you pull him to his feet. "You okay?"

Georg yawned, stretching his arms high above his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… couldn't sleep. You?"

You shrugged, not wanting to admit your own insomnia. "I'm just restless, I guess."

He studied your face for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "Want some company?"

You glanced around, unsure what he meant. But before you could say anything, he had already led you over to his bunk, climbing up into the top bunk and patting the space beside him. "Come on, it's warm up here."

You hesitated for a moment, then carefully climbed up into the narrow space beside him. The bunk was smaller than yours, and you had to curl up on your side to fit. But as soon as you were settled, you felt a strange sense of comfort. The rhythmic creaking of the bus and the gentle rise and fall of Georg's chest lulled you into a deep sleep, and for the first time in weeks, you knew that you were finally going to get some rest.

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20doozers · 4 days

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★Secret★

TW: jerking off/masturbation, pervy thoughts (kinda), use of y/n, third person, gn!reader, making bets, oblivious reader, wet dreams, palming, smut,

“Fuck-“ Georg groaned, his head tilting back as his hands gripped at your hair, pushing your head down on his cock as you deepthroated him. The room was filled with lewd groans and slurping noises, along with some soft gagging on your part. Fuck, you were good.. really good.

Georg was jolted awake from his dream by footsteps in the hallway, the noise of some giggling teens coming from outside as they passed his hotel room door. He groaned as he sat up in bed, glancing over at the alarm clock on the hotel bedside table, 5:00am. He let out a tired sounding grunt, hesitating before lifting up the covers to peek beneath his blankets. Lo and behold he was hard, so hard in fact that there was a small wet spot of pre, assumingly from his wet dream about y/n.

Be was a bit unsure, jerking off to y/n? What was he? A crazy fan boy? Yet he pushed those thoughts aside as he pulled down his pajama pants, just enough to free his aching erection. He took his cock in his hand, starting to slowly pump his hand up and down his shaft. His hand moved at a slow pace, and speeding up slightly as his mind flashed with explicit images of you, his imagination running wild.

He moaned quietly, biting down on his lip to keep his noise down as he slowly stroked himself, speeding up his pace quite a bit. His hand still stroked at his shaft as the other hand came up to palm the head of his cock. The pleasure was almost too intense, rows of goosebumps prickling at his skin as pleasure coursed through his veins.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck-“ Georg whined, he was so close to cumming, he couldn’t stop now, no way. He continued to palm the head of his cock, his whines and cries too hard to hold back in such a state. And with a few last rubs he came, his head falling back as strangled cries of your name fell from his lips as his climax spilled over him. His cock was still throbbing from the intensity, his now soft cock still grasped in his hand as he tried to catch his breath. His chest was heaving and his body was sticky with sweat, spurts of cum coating the palm of his hand as he bonelessly melted into the pillows.

“You okay georg? You sounded like you were upset this morning..” You asked, clearly oblivious that he had been jerking off to the thought of you on the other side of the wall.

“Yeah, just had a nightmare.” Georg brushed it off, taking a bite of his waffles as the two of you sat at the table having been forced to have breakfast with the rest of the band.

“Oh, okay.. well if you need help call me next time.” You hummed, thinking you were just making a kind offer. Georg nodded and went back to eating, a small flush forming on his cheeks from the offer. You heard a quiet snicker from Tom as he leaned over and whispered to bill, shrugging it off since you couldn’t hear him.

“20€, pay up.” Tom said smugly to bill, watching as the ravenette rolled his eyes and handed Tom the money, watching him greedily shove it in his pocket. Nobody knows what the two had made a bet on, but most likely it was Georg’s little secret.

YAYY FINALLY A FIC IS OUT!! It’s a bit of a short one but I wrote it at like 2am while delirious so don’t judge me and excuse any mistakes. I’m working on a longer fic I just wanted to post something to keep you little goblins (hopefully) satisfied while I work on it. Love you guys💕

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