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xoxogossipmal · 23 days

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heyeyeye so i’m kinda obsessed with ur tom kaulitz head cannons so im BEGGING YOU ON MY KNEES TO MAKE MORE🙏🙏🙏🙏

:,3 ofc!! ily!

⯎ Tom Kaulitz Headcannons !!!!!

warnings/content : Headcannons :3 (only one nsfw comment 😭)

♡ a/n : active era possibly.. I havent done headcannons in foreverr

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . "Your lips, my lips.. apocalypse."

He seems like the type to vlog while shopping. I don't know if it's JUST me but I feel like he would vlog while shopping with you. The whole time its like, he's all energetic and you're just shopping lol :,3

^^ on that shopping topic, he would BEG to get Skittles or like a snack or something.

"mein schatz, please!" Tom pleaded, his lips formed into a pout as he was holding a share size snack of Skittles in his hands. You frowned slightly and crossed your arms, standing in front of the cart. "Tom, this is the fifth skittle bag this month."

he definitely annoys the absolute SHIT out of you. If you're drinking water or something he would push the bottom of the cup or bottle and laugh when he sees it spill all over you.

I have period cramps right now but just IMAGINE Tom while you're on your period. Especially if he's witnessing cramps oh my god poor baby lmfao. "Oh mein gott, are you okay?" "Is it that bad? I'm sorry.."

The type to share headphones with you and listen to music with you.

if you're ever sleeping he would definitely take so many pictures of you. He would also use it as like a threat or something if you guys ever argue probably. "I'll show your little sleepy pictures, missy."

i feel like falling asleep with him would be the best thing EVER. like deadass naps with him would probably be the best thing ever.

^^ sleeping on his chest while he's rubbing your head and he's whispering sweet stuff in your ear.. :( I need a Tom Kaulitz boyfriend so bad

I feel like he would wear matching bracelets oh mjuy goijhd :( and its like his name on your wrist and your name on his wrist. (my ex did this but scratch that ☝)

i have a feeling he's GOATED at board games. like he's a beast chat holy shit. literally when you play uno with this dude he's winning every round. "YOU CHEATED" "i'm literally him fym 🤤"

I'm not sure if he said this but he said he hates romance movies or something. But I bet he liked 10 things I hate about you tbh. sorry not sorry 🤤

i bet he gives the best head messages.. like???? you play the guitar you must give good head messages (and putting your fingers deep inside me) WHATTTT

checks up on you 24/7. I'm talking like peaking his head through the door asking if you're okay or if you drank water.

"My head kinda hurts." You said softly, laying on the soft mattress beneath you. Tom perked his head up and looked directly at you. "Did you drink water? I told you to drink water an hour ago."

if you ever complain about something he would shut you up with a BIG SMOOCH and leave you flabbergasted lmfao

i ran out of headcannons 😞.

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itsmealaiah · 2 months

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Come back

TW: slow burn, slight angst to fluff to smut, kissing, p in v sex, gentle sex, lots of cuteness, dirty talk, use of alcohol, mentions of drinking

Request: chat. bae. my fav person in the whole world can you do 2017 tom x f! reader who's lit like drakes sibling or some other famous person? like tom js found out and allat and does some research and he tells the band to find some other research with him too!! and its just a crazy and she confronts them about it :3 bye I hope this isn't to weird :(

A/n: anon, I have a friend for you, they are like the same person @kqulitzlvr

(Also you're gisele bündchen's sibling in this au)

Word count: 2.7k words

Rating: 18+, mdni

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are very much appreciated

You were drunk. Really drunk. Tom, a part of your favorite band in the entire world, was here, in this club, dancing with you. You didn't know how it happened, or why it was happening, but it felt so right. His body pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your neck. And then, in a moment of drunken passion, you kissed him.

You don't remember much after that. Just the feel of his lips, the taste of his tongue, the way his body moved against yours. But then, something went wrong. You ran out, shocked at what you had did, and quickly hailed a taxi before he could grab you.

Now, thirty minutes later, you're back at your apartment. You can't get the taste of him out of your mouth, and the memory of his lips on yours plays on repeat in your mind. You know you should call someone, tell them what happened, but you're too ashamed. Instead, you crawl into bed, burying your face in your pillow and trying to forget the whole thing.

In the morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and a sour taste in your mouth. As you stumble to the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are red and puffy, your lips swollen from his kisses. You can't help but wonder if he's feeling the same way. You reach for your phone, debating whether or not to go on social media , but decide against it. There's no point in trying to find out what he's saying or thinking. You can't even begin to fathom what happened last night.

You finally manage to drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen, hoping that some coffee will help clear your head. As you pour a mug, you idly scroll through your social media feeds, hoping for some sort of distraction.

But then, you see it. A photo from last night's club, tagged with your name. You recognize it instantly: it's you and Tom, dancing together, laughing. You look so happy in that moment. And then, there's another photo, of you and Tom kissing passionately in a corner of the club. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks: he remembers last night.

You click through the rest of the photos, feeling a mix of horror and fascination as you see more and more evidence of your drunken antics. The kissing photo gets hundreds of likes, and comments like "OMG, are they official?" and "They're so cute together!" It's like everyone but you knew what was going on.

Tom's mind is racing. He can't believe this happened. He's been crushing on you for months, ever since he saw your face in the crowd at one of their concerts. He thought you were unapproachable, but last night… last night was incredible. He remembers everything about the night, from your laugh to the way you danced. And now, there are pictures. Lots of pictures.

He shows the pictures to his bandmates, all of whom are just as stunned as he is. They can't believe it either. They all knew you were beautiful, but they never expected anything like this to happen. They start searching the internet for more information about you, trying to figure out who you are.

"Hey tom! I found something on her!" Bill calls, beckoning tom over, to which he practically sprints as they read the article together. "Gisele Bundchen and her younger sister, y/n, enjoy a day on her yacht"

Tom's eyes widen in shock and disbelief. How could he not have seen the resemblance? You look just like her.

He's so distracted by the thought that he barely hears anything else the guys say for the rest of the day. All he can think about is how he feels about you, and how he might possibly find a way to talk to you. He knows that it's going to be difficult, given the fact that you're Gisele's sister, but he can't help but feel drawn to you.

After their show that night, the guys all head back to their homes to unwind.

Tom can't shake the thought of you, though. He tries to focus on their upcoming tour, but his mind keeps drifting back to the pictures and the night he shared with you. He wonders if he'll ever see you again, or if this was just a one-time thing.

Days go by, and Tom still can't get you out of his head. He decides that he has to try to find a way to talk to you, even if it means going through your sister. He reaches out to Gisele, explaining his situation and asking for her help in trying to contact you. She listens carefully and seems to understand his predicament, but she's also protective of her sister.

"Look," she says, "I get it. You two looked like you had a really good time together. But y/n is still my little sister, and I need to make sure she's okay with this before I give you her number or anything. Can you give me some time to talk to her about it?" Tom nods, relieved that she's at least willing to consider it.

Time passes, and Tom tries to stay busy with work and his band. But every time he sees a picture of you or thinks about your kiss, his heart races and his stomach flips. He can't help but wonder if you feel the same way.

One day, out of the blue, Gisele texts him. "Hey Tom," she says. "I talked to my sister, and she agrees that you should meet up and talk. I've given her your number, so you should hear from her soon." Tom's heart leaps into his throat as he reads the message. He can't believe it's actually happening.

Days go by, and still, you haven't texted him. Tom is starting to wonder if something went wrong, when finally, his phone buzzes with a new message. It's from you. "Hey Tom," it reads. "I hope this isn't too crazy, but I had a really good time with you last weekend. I don't want to lose that, and I'd like to see you again. Are you up for meeting for coffee or something?"

Tom can't contain his excitement as he types out a reply, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "I would love to see you again," he writes. "How about tomorrow afternoon? I can meet you anywhere you'd like." He hits send and sits back in his chair, still reeling from the shock of the situation and the overwhelming desire to be with you.

The next day, Tom arrives at the coffee shop early, eagerly scanning the crowd for any sign of you. When he finally spots you walking in, his heart skips a beat. You look even more beautiful than he remembered. You walk over to him, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips, and he feels an immediate rush of warmth and affection.

"Hi Tom," you say softly, taking a seat across from him. "It's nice to see you again."

"You have no idea," he replies, his voice low and slightly gruff. "I can't stop thinking about last weekend. About us."

You blush slightly, looking away before meeting his eyes again. "Me neither," you admit.

Tom nods, unable to find the words to express how he feels. He reaches out to take your hand, and you squeeze his gently in return.

"So," you say, trying to lighten the mood, "I heard your band's new single is really good. I've been listening to it on repeat."

"Thanks," Tom says, grinning. "I'm glad you like it. It's been a long time coming, you know? We've all been working so hard."

The two of you chat easily, laughing and sharing stories about your families and your lives. It feels so natural to be sitting here with you, as if you've always been a part of Tom's life. He can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's a way to make this work. To keep seeing each other and build something more.

As the conversation flows, Tom finds himself opening up to you in ways he never thought he would. He tells you about his struggles with his music and how he sometimes feels like he's not good enough. You listen intently, offering words of encouragement and support, and he realizes that having you in his life has already made such a difference.

The afternoon passes by in a blur of coffee and conversation, and before Tom knows it, it's time to go. He hates to see you leave, but he understands that you probably have other things to do. You stand up to say goodbye, and he can't help but notice how graceful and beautiful you look as you move.

"Well," you say, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips, "I guess I should let you get back to your life."

"Or," Tom says, his heart racing, "maybe you could just… come with me?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, and then slowly, a smile creeps across your face. "I'd like that," you say softly. "I really would."

With a shaky breath, Tom leans in and kisses you, tasting the sweetness of your lips against his. He can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, and for a moment, it's as if the entire world has vanished. When you pull away, you look up at him with a mixture of affection and desire, and he knows that he's finally found something real and special.

"Do you want to come over tonight?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "We could watch a movie or something… just hang out?"

You bite your lip, considering his offer, before nodding. "Okay," you say. "I'd like that."

The rest of the day passes in a whirlwind of anticipation and excitement. Tom can't help but feel like he's floating on cloud nine, knowing that you're going to be spending the night with him. He texts you periodically throughout the afternoon, just to make sure you're thinking about him as much as he is about you.

When the sun dips below the horizon and darkness begins to fall, Tom is done. He's been hard at work in the kitchen, whipping up a special dinner for the two of you. He's never been much of a cook, but he's made an effort to learn a few new dishes since you've been in his life. He's even made a salad with homemade dressing, something he's always been too lazy to attempt before.

You arrive at his place looking absolutely stunning. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness as he takes you in, admiring the way your hair falls over your shoulders and the way your dress hugs your curves. You both exchange nervous laughs as you try to act casual about the evening ahead, but there's an undeniable tension in the air.

"So," you say, breaking the silence as you sit down at his dining table, "how did you find out that Gisele was my sibling?"

Tom blushes, feeling a little embarrassed now that you've brought it up. "Well," he starts, "I saw a photo of you two together on your sister's Instagram. You looked so much alike that I just had to ask."

"And how long have you known about me?" you ask, taking a sip of wine.

"A week" he replies, serving you some dinner. "I was following Gisele's social media accounts, and I saw a photo of you two together on a yacht. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure it was you."

As you eat, the conversation flows easily between you, touching on various topics. You feel comfortable with Tom, and the sexual tension that has been building since your first kiss seems to dissipate a bit. The food is delicious, and you can't help but notice how thoughtful Tom was to make dinner for you.

After dinner, you suggest watching a movie, and Tom obliges, selecting a romantic comedy from his extensive collection. As you snuggle up on the couch together, the familiar scent of Tom's cologne envelops you, making you feel safe and secure. The movie fades into the background as your attention turns back to Tom. He leans in, brushing a stray hair from your face, and kisses you softly. His touch sends shivers down your spine.

The kiss deepens, and before you know it, you're lying on the couch, Tom's body pressed against yours. He begins to undress you slowly, his touch so gentle and reverent that it takes your breath away. As he peels off your clothes, revealing your naked body to him, he seems to grow bolder, his kisses becoming more urgent and demanding.

The sensation of his skin against yours is overwhelmingly pleasurable, and you arch your back, pressing your hips against him. Tom moans into your neck, his erection hard against your thigh. He rolls you onto your stomach, spreading your legs wide, and nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.

As he continues to tease you, you reach down between your legs, touching yourself, and moan into the pillow. Tom's movements become more desperate, his breath hot against your ear. He positions himself behind you, and with a single thrust, he is inside you, filling you completely. The sensation is so intense that it takes your breath away, and you cry out in pleasure.

He begins to move, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic cadence that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The couch creaks beneath your weight, but it's a small price to pay for the freedom and intimacy you share in this moment. With each thrust, Tom's body presses against yours, his skin hot and smooth, and his muscles tense with effort. His hands roam across your back, cupping your bottom and pulling you closer to him, as if he can't bear the thought of being separated from your body even for an inch.

You arch your back, moaning into the pillow as you feel yourself growing closer to the brink. The headboard thuds against the wall behind you with each powerful stroke, the sound muffled by the cushions beneath you. You reach up, threading your fingers through his hair, urging him on, needing him to take you over the edge. Tom senses this, and with a final, urgent thrust, he cries out, his body tense as he releases himself deep inside you.

You collapse against the couch, breathless and spent. Tom collapses on top of you, sweaty, naked bodies tangled together. He rolls off you, flopping onto his back beside you, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of your hearts pounding in your ears. You're aware of the sticky mess on the couch, but at the moment, you're too sated and content to care.

Tom's hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together. "God, that was amazing," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. "I can't believe I've been fantasizing about this for so long."

You giggle, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Me neither," you reply, turning to face him. "I mean, I knew you were attractive, but I never thought…" Your voice trails off as you meet his eyes. There's something intense and vulnerable in his gaze, and you're struck by the realization that this isn't just about sex for him. He cares about you.

He smiles, running a finger down your cheek. "I care about you, y/n. I love you"

The words are out before he can stop them, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. You look into his eyes, searching for any sign that he doesn't mean it, but all you see is sincerity. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You feel a blush creeping up your neck and into your cheeks, but you force yourself to meet his gaze. "I love you too, Tom."