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starrykaulitz · 7 months

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any era tom headcannons!

hi guys! so since i don't have enough time to write full segments of stuff, ill be posting either head cannons or my fav pictures from now on… so sorry for the hiatus i went on with no notice but enjoy these!!

SFW;

he loves it when you sit on his lap. everywhere you go, public eye or not, he opens his legs inviting you to sit on either his knee or on his thighs. depends if you can get home fast enough from wherever you are.

this man is obsessed with public affection. he seriously does not care about what others think when it comes to his relationship. you'll be walking in a crowd of people and his hand will be smack bang on your ass, gripping it, groping it, you get the point.

he sleeps on the left side, always. and he has these reading glasses that have broken MULTIPLE TIMES because everytime he finishes staring at his phone at 2 am, goes to switch of the bedside light, he forgets to take the glasses off and they end up on the floor. he says 'ill get them in the morning', ends up forgetting they are there and steps on them with his fat ahh feet.

his fav cuddle position is def when he can rest his head on your tits, big or small. he loves laying on your chest whilst wrapping his leg around your lower half.

he always needs to be touching something of yours. its almost a subconscious thing, but he has to have his hand or his leg near yours at all times, especially if your in a situation that could make him nervous.

if you knew him from a younger age, growing up together, he would have 100% picked on you more than anyone else around him. you were a girl, its 'funny', but now that hes older, that man will literally kiss the ground you walk on.

your in the car with him? hes driving? horrible idea. he will not only speed to see your scared reaction, but he was also drive with his knees. he does not stop at orange lights at night either, he is going STRAIGHT THROUGH IT, PUMPING THE GAS.

if you were watching a movie and he got real into it, he'd begin just...grabbing at your boobs. not in a sexual way, in a way of "they are there, might as well grip onto them."

NSFW ;

alright. morning sex. all the time. it'd be strange if you didnt have it. he is constantly up against your back, and he'd love having an s/o whos a bit exciting, so extra points to you if you purpusfully gave him one while he was asleep. but god, he would be sloppy in the morning and it would be amazing.

when he finishes, (he would want to do it inside you if you had been dating for years on end, no protection) he bites at your shoulder. doesnt matter what position, hes biting that shit hard as he finishes.

he LOVES licking. idk why, but he does. if your lying there under him, arms stretched to the side, he will take that chance to lick all the way from your belly button, to your neck, up until he reaches your mouth and then continues to shove said tongue down your throat.

he gets pretty aggressive with head i'd say. he loves you doing it, literally his favorite past time, but he would grip onto your scalp so hard and pound himself into you, (ofc, only if youre in the mood for that.)

mirrors? dont even mention them or else he'll have you infront of one and have you begging for more istg. he loves seeing both himself and your fucked out expression as he hits it from the back.

again, toms said this before, but i rlly dont think tom would like you doing the dirty talking, (ofc unless your out at a public dinner on the other side of the table, you send him a dirty msg or sum), but he prefers to hear you scream and ATTEMPT to talk then have you degrading him or sum.

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starrykaulitz · 8 months

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im OBSESSED with this picture i dont think u get it.

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starrykaulitz · 8 months

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THIS IS ME OFFICIALLY CLAIMING THIS WHOLE PUBLIC APPEARANCE OF TOM!!!!!

i cant express this enough, this whole PA is so so very important to me for SO many reasons. i feel it on another level. it’s engraved into my mind. i need it tattooed. i need it with me at all times.

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starrykaulitz · 8 months

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bday month; day 2!

my lil rant; i hate how people r saying jus bc there wasnt 20'000 photos of them together on their bday, they arnt as close. THEY ARE LITERALLY TWINS??? OFC THEY ARE STILL CLOSE?? imagine all the things we will get 2 see when the voice comes out im so excited!!!!

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starrykaulitz · 8 months

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happy birthday to my two worlds!

words cant describe the amount of comfort these two bring me, they have seriously saved me this year and ive been introduced to so many amazing things because of them. i am so proud of how far they have come, and i hope they know they are loved just as much as they once were! i will always love them, and i know many others will too. xoxo

#tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x oc #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader

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starrykaulitz · 8 months

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tell me why everytime i look into this mans eyes i feel an insane sense of comfort???

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starrykaulitz · 8 months

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they r my everything <3

tokio hotel - Zeltfestival Rurh, Bochum.

24.08.23

credit- @/valeconcas on ig

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starrykaulitz · 8 months

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hey guys, i’m going through a rlly busy time right now so i will be posting when i can and doing all ur requests eventually!! i’m so sorry and ily all :)

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starrykaulitz · 9 months

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Can you do 2015 Tom who realizes he has feelings for f!reader and ends up confessing and having sex with f!reader?

$. i'll be yours.

crimson and bear as i stand, yours completely.

warnings; language, smut (18+), unhealthy?, p in v.

the wind whipped at your hair—icy cold air causing your nose to go a scarlet red before you felt the presence of another lurking behind you, eating your shadow whole.

the cold street lamp conveniently placed above the bus-stop washed over your already icy-cold skin. you fought back the tears in which had been threatening at your irises for almost the whole night.

tom—who had been something of a fuck buddy until this moment—had began yelling at you, screaming and cursing as pure and utter jealousy coursed through his veins. you may have kissed another man, alcohol present within your system as the unfamiliar lips of another, the lips of a man who wasn’t tom, had made their way to your own.

you felt a tinge of shame as you continued and kissed back, though you hadn’t known why. tom—the well-renowned fuck-boy—had done almost the exact same to you on various occasions.

you weren’t a couple, far from it. you were anything but monogamous. you enjoyed the chase, the feeling of toms eyes lingering on you as he watched helplessly as you eye-fucked another man, a man that should be him. those were the moments in which you fought back, in which you made him feel how you first felt when he layed the hands which had been on you only nights ago on another woman.

you both were selfish—too selfish for one-another—enjoying as each of you became somewhat desperate to earn the other ones attention.

though tonight, tonight had been different, horribly and irreversibly different. a hickey placed directly on the side of your neck had been almost see-through against your skin. his eyes fell dark, his glazed-over windows seemed too crack. he had enough, snapping as the thought of another man being all over you had consumed his brain.

as you stood still, frozen, awaiting whatever mid-night bus you’d make your escape on, you heard the rough and heavy revving of a car—a familiar car. one you’d known all to well. one which would toot when making a casual appearance Infront of your apartment.

usually, this car would bring you absolute delight to see, though now, you felt the only thing you could do was run. though your legs were glued to the cold concrete beneath you, staring helplessly as the car pulled over to the side of the road.

you couldn’t see through the black-tinted windows, knowing that that was the only thing shielding you from, what you presumed to be, the extremely irate man inside.

though instead of meeting face to face with an expression of pure disgust, you were met with half-closed eye lids, watery and desperate brown eyes which seemed to instantly drown you in their abyss.

“tom, no!” those words, the words which seemed to fall from your tongue, were what pushed the fountain of tears over your sore eyes and onto your cheeks.

“please, just listen to me!” he pleaded, slamming the car door behind him as he inched closer to the somewhat petrified girl.

��no, tom. I cant do this anymore.”

“fine! fine, we wont do this anymore.” he waved his hands in the air in an attempt to flash his white card, show his surrender.

“just… get in the car, there arn’t any busses.” another plead, another tear dribbling down your cheek.

“if I get it that damn car,” you hiccuped, “I’ll never get out.”

you’d been hurt so many times by him, searing pain striking your heart each time he crashed his lips onto another girls. you hated to admit it, could never admit it aloud, but you only reciprocated what you had done to make him feel something, anything, to show he cared about you somehow.

he called your name out into the silent night, following in your footsteps as you could only back away slowly.

“I can’t keep doing this, tom.” you held back violent sobs before you felt the strength to back away vanish from your legs, your feet planting themselves on the concrete once again.

“I can’t either.”

you finally faced him, faced those all-consuming eyes which seemed to dance within the street-lights atmosphere.

“I can’t watch you be with anyone else but me… I need you, more than needing you for sex.”

your jaw almost dropped to the floor, your fists clenching at your sides.

“y-you can’t just blurt this out now, tom!” you shouted into the soundless street, now willing to lose any pride you had left.

“I can’t fucking stand seeing you with other people.” tom, now only inches away from you, continued his almost slurred confession.

“you go off and fuck other girls all the time, damnit!” you pushed against his solid chest, somewhat punching his stomach. tom didn’t flinch, not a singular muscle was moved from your pitiful attempt at swatting him away.

you were drowning in a title wave of emotion, dejection, confusion, remorse. all emotions in which congregated to your next move.

“I hate you, tom!” you screamed, punching him again, and again, and again, until you felt the heat of another, until you felt the way tom’s large arms wrapped tightly around your neck, restricting any movement you dolefully struggled to make.

“I hate you…” you sobbed into the crevice of his jumper, digits digging into the cotton of his winter jacket as you held back the urge to slap him silly, make him regret the way he fucked you over after all this time.

then, his mouth opened, his breath evaporated into the thin air of the night, his voice fell soft yet subtle beneath his croaky voice.

“I cant’ be without you…” he hummed against you, feeling as your body fell still against his own, your muscles tense in pure shock, your fingers fall fragile against his chest.

“I need you…” your name fell naturally off his tongue.

“be mine… please.” slowly, he let his arms release their possessive grip around you.

“let me…” he thought wisely about his words, his tongue flipping his lip-ring backward and forward as his brain ran in circles in attempts at understanding his own feelings. he hated how he made you feel, hated how seeing you cry made him feel remorse, feel bad for being all that he knew. he hated how you made him fragile, weak against his will.

“let me make it up to you… please.” tom pleaded, eyes full of sorrow and repentance as he wiped away a singular tear falling from your cheek, his thumb caressing your lower lip.

you stared into his eyes, dark, mysterious, yet the most truthful they had ever been, the most telling they would ever be. he was an innocent man in that moment, any guilty crime he’d once committed being washed away with a singular sentence.

“i want to be yours.” his tone was fixed, steady, and almost satisfying to your ears.

and, in only moments, in one singular flash of the street-light, his lips were on yours. soft at first, awaiting the okay to continue from you. though instead of receiving a green light, he was pushed away harshly.

shock painted your face, your eyes wide in pure disbelief at his kiss. he should have known that you’d reject him, he understood why you did, he’d fucked you over on more than multiple occasions.

tom felt stupid, he felt embarrassment, as though being caught between two worlds. one of which protected his character, his pride, and one of which was soft, kind and gentle toward who he felt he could almost say he loved.

though as a singular breath left his open lips, steam escaping his lungs, the air was sucked from him. finally, you’d wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back, given him the green light.

tom licked your bottom lip, you allowed his entry as he instantly began exploring your mouth, began memorising every nook and cranny that would soon be his own.

then, his hand had scooped you from the floor and lifted you into the air, your legs wrapping around his slim waist before he began walking to his car, your mouths not separating for even a moment.

he lowered you slowly onto the matt black bonnet of the audi, instantly running his hands up and down your thighs before they travelled under your sheer cotton jumper.

you shivered at his cold touch, his digits heated themselves against your ribs until they’d reached your bra. you almost sighed into his mouth at his touch, at how his hands lingered so delicately across your skin, caressing and cherishing what he hadn’t cherished before.

as he planted feverish kisses along your neck, slowly lowering to your collarbone, he felt how your skin began to tingle and turn into goose-flesh. you were cold, freezing even.

he kissed your lips once more, lightly, before retracting his hands from under the jumper, stepping away and out of the opening of your legs.

“back-seat.” he monotoned, head flicking toward the car as he watched you slide off of his bonnet and open the back-door. lucky the car had continued running throughout their yelling-fit, the heater had been producing a somewhat tropical heat which brought instant relief to the your icy-cold skin.

as you shuffled your way into the car, instantly removing your jumper and throwing it to the front seat, he joined you and crawled in-between the crevice of your open legs.

you watched on as tom almost ripped off his own jumper, revealing his tense abs beneath his large clothing. you bit your bottom lip. you needed him, had to have him inside you as if it’d confirm what he’d said outside, lock it in a safe and throw away the key.

without second thought, his lips travelled to your now still ones and his hand travelled to the clip of your bra, un-doing it with one hand. he let the thin layer of fabric fall off your body, then made it join the rest of the clothing which had travelled to the front seats. he instantly began kissing and sucking his purple marks into your skin, planting his territory on what was now his.

you whined against his touch, how his fingers rubbed at your nipple, running circles around it before placing it into his mouth, tongue now delicately lapping as they hardened.

“please, tom…” you whined again, this time aching to feel him inside you, to feel how he treated you more gently than he ever had, with more admiration than he ever felt.

and instantly, your demand was met. tom’s hand travelled with haste as he unbuckled the belt of his jeans. you began taking your own pants off, leaving your laced panties on as an invitation to do what he pleased.

tom smirked at the view that played out in front of him, ready to consume your body—he’d never get sick of it.

his digits travelled from his pants to your panties—if you could even call them that—and moved them aside before lining himself up with you.

you nodded slowly, eyes begging and pleading for him to fuck you already. staring deeply into your soul, listening to the silent begs your lowered brows made, he instantly rammed into you. you cried out his name, gripping onto his beefy arms as you felt his dick meet with the entry of your uterus.

your head fell against the door handle, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he begun to pump in and out at a slow pace, readying you for his length with each stroke.

“tom… faster, please.” you were impatient tonight, knowing you’d earnt to have your voice heard within the relationship after all this time, and he’d gladly oblige.

he quickened his pace, his grip now on your hips as he shoved his entire length inside your aching entrance. you cried out again, nails creating crescents in his arms as his pace became almost animalistic.

the way your bodies began to rub against one-another had your sweat mixing, car turning misty, and the aircon becoming all the more unnecessary. you began stealing the breath from one-another, tongues desperate to dominate, tom’s once again winning over yours and taking ownership.

he groaned into your mouth, having to fall away and place his face within the crevice of your neck. you felt so good—so good to the point where he’d already began feeling his high seep into his pores.

he hated how he was turned on by your state--the state of your mascara running down your cheeks and your body almost aching at his force. he moaned out your name, pleading with his own body to not pathetically finish so quickly.

though he couldn’t help but continue staring at you almost sobbing from pleasure beneath him. you were now his, you were each others. this though sent a shiver down his length, another whine earnt from his lips.

as he towered over you, his muscles aching from holding himself back, his hand flew to the now fogged window of the car, fingers gripping onto the flat surface desperately.

you rapt onto the door-handle of the car, head flung backward as you felt his dick hit each crevice in which no other could meet. no one could ever make you feel as good as tom, and that thought, the thought which used to scare you, was now a comfort.

the way he groaned against your skin sent shivers down your neck, made your guts twist and turn until you felt your toes clench. you cried out his name as he repeatedly hit your favorite spot, the spot deep within you that not even you yourself could reach.

“I’m close, tom!” whining and rolling your eyes backward, he listened to your moans against his ear as you tightened around him, your legs shaking and trembling as you came undone beneath his sweat-silked body.

he growled as he felt himself release within you, his mouth hanging open as his eyes squeezed shut. he’d never finished this fast, not with anyone he’d ever been with—not even with you.

his breath was weak, and under his messy concluding strokes, you couldn’t help but notice the small whimpers which snuck through his throat. you smiled as his body collapsed on top of yours, hand slipping down from the window to meet with the back of your hair.

he began massaging at your scalp, fingers knotting and fiddling with your strands of hair as if he was trying to comfort himself, tell himself that he needed this relationship more than any other.

he felt as though he were going crazy.

“hey… tom.” your hand travelled to the nape of his neck, thumb massaging the back of his head before you undid his man bun. his locks unravelled onto your bare skin, it was soft and silken, smelling slightly of the cinnamon and sweat.

he pushed himself upward until his eyes met yours, red and practically puffy. the way his hair shaped his sharp jaw made you crack a smile—he looked like an angel in this light, though you knew you’d be dealing with what seemed to be the devil later—but that thought could wait.

he looked so innocent in this moment, so taken-aback by himself. it was as if he’d just seen a version of himself that’d never been seen before. he wasn’t looking in a mirror anymore, but rather looking at his lover.

he smirked at the thought, lips turning upright as he felt his insides begin to flutter with this newfound nervousness. tom felt like a kid again, felt as though he was watching everything from someone else’s perspective, and that someone had completely possessed him.

“we will figure it out, but for now…” you brushed a strand of his long hair behind his red ear.

“for now, I’ll be yours.”

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starrykaulitz · 9 months

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could you write more older tom🙏🏼 i love the way you write for him🩷🩷

$ shameful, sinful, immoral.

when you let me start to love you, its like a bunch of broken picture frames.

warnings; language, smut (18+), dirty talk, rough tom, unhealthy?, p in v, cheating, cigarettes.

it was so wrong of her, so immoral, so against anything she’d ever stand for; but she was doing it for him, with him.

she gripped onto his long locks of hair, fingers almost carving into his scalp. his tongue lapped up any juices in which she’d released. he was acting starved, vicious in the way his mouth engulfed her aching bud.

the prey which now writhed under tom’s animalistic grip was letting out puny whines, groans and moans falling from her plump lips.

“stay still.” he monotoned between licks, his fingers pressing marks into her thighs as he split her open.

he groaned deeply against her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her grip on the pale sheets bellow her curling and scrunching them in ecstasy. she felt as tom’s large hand snaked upward from her thigh, gently washing his digits over her concaved stomach until he met with her soft breast.

he massaged it, palmed it until it seemed to mould to his hand. then, her aching core was met with the cool summer air of the open window. his head had left the crevice of her legs, left her longing for his rough and brutal touch.

she whined at the absence of his beard against her now aching pussy, though she was met with an exquisite view. tom, sat on his knees between her legs, unbuckling the belt to his jeans. she observed intently as they fell to his knees, his boxers joining them in suit.

she would never get used to looking at how big tom was, at how his size seemed to threaten her whole body whenever it’d enter her, tear her in two, mould her pussy to its exact form.

she hated that she wasn’t able to call him hers, wasn’t able to be invited into his home—only into motels on those secret friday nights, picking her up out the front of some bus stop hidden beneath a singular street-light.

his wife, what was she doing right now? most definitely not thinking that her most innocent husband was off fucking some young, petite model in some cheap, tacky motel.

though the girl didn’t care, she’d never care as long as tom continued to meet her on these friday summer nights, make her forget all her concerns, make her feel special for only mere moments as ecstasy and tension overcame the two lustful beings.

he stared into the girls eyes, searching for the okay as he began to enter her, as he caused that familiar preliminary pain.

she let out a throaty moan and threw her head back against the pillow below her, he’d barely given her enough time to get used to his size before he began to pound into her relentlessly.

“tom!” she cried out, gripping onto his arms as crescents from her acrylic nails became fruitful against his tan skin, now slick with sweat.

he groaned deeply against her neck, muffling curse words as he took advantage of her tight pussy. he bit softly at the clear skin on her neck, placing purple marks soon to be dappled amongst her pale skin.

“fuck… you always feel so good.” he grunted as his pace quickened with ease, the familiar feeling of her legs wrapping around his slim waist only encouraging his roughness.

“harder, tom!” she cried, needing to feel the pain that came amongst the pleasure of his sex.

tom attended to her request, the sound of skin slapping against skin heightening, echoing throughout the small motel room-- neither cared if anyone could hear them.

her hands slowly slithered from his brawny arm to his tense back, scraping and clawing at any skin she could. she needed him closer, needed him deeper. he cried out at the grazes and aching marks which the girl left from beneath him, paying him back for the pain his length was causing her.

“i-im…” she tried to let the words fall from her mouth, but they seemed to catch on her tongue. her body bounced backward and forward as his demanding and rough pumping only became more and more vicious. he wanted to destroy her, eat her alive until she was just a longing mess.

“use your words, sweetie…” he trailed off before nibbling at the lobe of her ear.

“im close!” she finally cried out, uncrossing and untangling her tongue as she felt the knot within her begin to loosen intensely.

“god… already? your just made for this dick, arnt’cha.” he hummed lowly into her ear, his breath heated against her already boiling skin.

and with a yelp, the pathetic girl came undone beneath her predator.

he threw his head back as her hole tightened around him, guttural groans leaving his body as he continued to hammer pumps into her now throbbing entrance.

“tom, please!” she squealed, though that wasn’t enough to stop him. tom was now drowned in lust, his long hair swaying back and forth as he watched how her breasts bounced in time with his plunges.

watching her struggle beneath him only encouraged the pounding and overstimulation the girl was receiving, only lured him further into the way her body seemed to almost become numb to the feeling.

finally, he’d halted his thrusts for only a mere moment. his rough hands snatched the overwhelmed girl’s waist, flipping her over with absolute affluence until her ass had been in the air, back arched and almost begging for his entry.

he admired the state she was in, the way that she’d barely been able to hold herself together, how she was almost fucked to pieces after only one orgasm. his wife couldn’t give him this, couldn’t give him the satisfaction of fucking someone until they’d forget their own name, until the only name they could remember was his own.

he’d never fucked someone like her, someone so pathetic yet so alluring. someone so petite yet so full of fiery lust. she was perfect to him, a doll in which was created for his own sinful satisfaction, used by him until broken, fucked out until hollow.

she cried out against the plush pillow below her as she felt him enter once again, slamming directly into her uterus. her knuckles turned a milky white as they clung desperately to the same pillow which seemed to be the only thing keeping her from falling to pieces.

tom let out a long, lustful, rasping moan as he connected their skin. his pumping hastened, his body beginning to mould to her back all whilst his long arm reached under her until it met with her swollen clit.

“tom, no!” though he continued to rub figure eights into its wet centre, just how he knew she liked. every ‘no’ had only been an invitation to keep going—the girl knew exactly what to say if she really wanted tom to stop.

she felt pathetic beneath him, pathetic because she already felt her second orgasm building in her guts, building in her brain as her vision became blurry.

soon, the only sounds her body had been able to produce were slurred and slippery moans, desperate and sloppy attempts in releasing her pleasure from some hole other than the one being stuffed by tom. she couldn’t think against his dick, couldn’t think as she listened to the way he praised and spanked her ass.

she felt his hot breath against the skin of her nape before another bite mark was planted, then another, then another, until the entirety of her back seemed to glow a dark purple.

“you look so fucking good like this, taking me so well.” his german accent pricked at the tip of his tongue as he interchanged between dialects.

“you gonna cum again? fucking slut, twice before I’ve even finished once.” she had no idea why, but his harsh words only made her fall deeper into his trap, deeper into the way she was already so close to finishing for the second time that night.

though not only was she near her end, she felt as tom began twitching within her, felt his fingers grip and rip into the skin on her waist crueller, more desperately, as if preparing himself to be slammed by a tsunami of desire.

as the pathetic girl beneath him came undone for the second time, he listened intently to the whines that fell out of her gaping mouth. the noises she was producing were utter sin, vulgar and filthy to those who weren’t within the act—animalistic and loutish.

and with that, with the feeling of her body collapsing in on itself, the feeling of her organs tightening and twisting around his dick, he came undone in a singular thrust. a rasping moan escaped his parted lips, followed by a string of curses as he filled her with his seed—keeping himself planted within her to ensure that none of it would seep out.

his head, which was thrown backward, finally tilted upright until facing the mangled girl, the only thing holding her up and toward him being tom’s pure strength—or what was left of it.

as he slowly left her aching hole, he watched as the singular string of mixed liquids followed. he smirked, attempting to ignore the ringing in his ears and the darkening behind his eye-lids.

“you okay?” he let out finally, tone laced with worry as he watched the girl unmoving beneath him. though that concern was soon lost as he watched the small nod of her head against the pillow.

his fingers tenderly fluttered against the skin of her waist, following the crevices of her body until they had reached the hair which stuck to her forehead by sweat. he brushed it away, placing it gently behind her ear, watching amusingly at her chest rising and falling.

she was perfect—so utterly perfect, could be compared to even a doll. he moved from hovering over her to sinking the bed beside her, instantly reaching to the bedside table alongside him, taking a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from it. removing one from its paper packaging, he placed it between perked lips as it lit to life, a long puff of smoke leaving him as if the ghost which possessed him during his heinous act vanished into the heavy air of the night.

finally, the girl beside him had gained enough vitality to move faintly, using this energy to turn to her side, to face the man who sat in silence.

“tom.” her tone was laced with worry, questioning, just as his was.

“your wife… what will-“

“do not mention her.” almost instantly, he shut down the girls question, another cloud of smoke leaving his red lips as his frows burrowed, though his eyes swayed from her own. he couldn’t look at her, couldn’t face the consequence of the very action in which had been happening for much too long now.

silence lingered between the two, both pairs of eyes looking at everything that wasn’t the other.

then, tom’s deep voice spoke, uttered the words in which she had never wanted to hear, words in which would shatter and break her heart in two.

“I can’t see you again.”

#tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x oc #tokio hotel smut

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starrykaulitz · 9 months

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$. untouched.

what would an angel say, the devil would like to know.

warnings; language, smut (18+), dirty talk?, virginity, possessive tom, unhealthy?, oral (m recieving), hand-job.

the kiss was messy, sloppy, and everything but clean. he had been desperate, his hands fighting at the hem of her shirt until finally, she’d given into his twisted desire to remove it.

the minor bumps of the bus became nothing as she felt tom’s mouth invade her own, his tongue swirling and tasting her saliva. she struggled to keep up with his ravenous behaviour, finding that the other times in which they’d kissed had been different, softer, kinder.

he was altered now, stronger, desperate, full of aching lust which grew present beneath his boxers. as tom’s hand travelled to her hips, he hoisted her on top of himself with ease. beginning to massage at her butt, his hands lingered from waist to breasts simultaneously.

“tom…” she whined against his lips, her own swollen from the forceful and irresistible kiss.

“ill take care of you… don’t worry.” he mumbled back before pulling her in by her long locks of hair, beginning to work at the clear canvas of skin which he so desperately needed to cover with his own markings. his hand spread almost completely along her skinny neck, fighting against his own strength to not grip too tightly against its delicate frame.

he couldn’t help but dig his nails into the plush skin of her thighs as she moaned against his touch, growing drunk off his body against hers, the way he slowly began to use her hips to grind against the growing erection contained by only a few layers of fabric.

he needed her, needed to devour her whole, appreciate every piece of untouched skin and claim it as his own. he needed to violate her, take away the only thing in which belonged to her—soon belonging to tom. her innocence was a precious thing, a thing that only turned tom on ever more.

as fast paced as he was going, he had attempted to slow down, attempted to halt the hand in which was now making its way to her own—desperate to move it to the erection which lay underneath his boxers. he couldn’t contain himself.

“tom, what are you doing?” she slightly flinched at his rough touch as his calloused fingers led her own to the fabric of his boxers. his eyes grew dark as they looked into her own. she watched as the forest of brown lit to a fiery lust, drowning the once calm, cool gaze in something that she could only guess was sex.

he didn’t respond to her question, only began moving her hand up and down his length. her mouth hung open, cheeks flushing a scarlet red as her vision seemed to go blurry. she was new to all of this, never seen letalone touched a dick before. it was something that seemed so distant to her, so far away that she’d never have to experience it, feel how it throbbed beneath her grasp—though being with tom, she’d found that that unfamiliarity was stripped from her.

she stared intently at him, feeling as though if she looked at what he was doing with her hand, it would make it real, force her to face the scene which was now laying out Infront of her blurred vision.

“there you go…” he mumbled, voice breathy as his hand guided her own, lip bitten and eyes lingering on her tangled expression.

“do you want to go under?” without giving her time to answer—though the answer would have been a slow nod if she hadn’t been shell-shocked—her hand had been beneath the shield of fabric once hiding her from what she felt to be afraid of, that thing which had been so unfamiliar to her, so unsung and untouched.

as she felt it, her eyes staying avert, she noticed how its veins stuck out against the stretch of skin. she swallowed, finally blinking after what felt to be centuries of staring.

“does…” she paused, watching how tom’s breath hitched in his throat as she continued working at him.

“does that feel good?” she questioned, awaiting eagerly for a response, then receiving a slow nod before feeling the warmth of his hand disappearing from her own. her safety net had left, her hand was now deserted with his dick, continuing to work at its twitching self before slightly fastening her pace.

“fuck…” he cursed under his breath, the hand which once was something of a set of training wheels for her now making its way to her shoulders, pushing her downward hesitantly, plunging her until she was forced to come face to face with the very thing she was avoiding.

though being unexperienced, she got the hint. gradually, her knees shuffled downward on the king-sized bed until her arm had been comfortably situated, allowing her to continue working at his stiff cock.

“don’t stop…your mouth will be on it next.” her hand buffered for a moment as his words sunk in. tom watched her eyes travelled from his own to his dick, watching the obvious thoughts of ‘how am I going to fit that into my mouth?’ run through her mind. he’d been proud of his length, it had been big, she thought maybe too big for her to take.

she knew he’d rip her open, tear her in two, though she’d do anything for tom—even if that meant allowing him to destroy all she knew—innocence.

“I know you can do it, c’mon…” his large hand had now rested peacefully atop her head, guiding it until her mouth had been only inches away from the tip of his now leaking dick.

she had seen how people had done it before—how they gagged and choked and somewhat died against a man’s abdomen—she didn’t know if she could do that, it was a stab to the heart.

“i-I don’t know if-“

“I’ll teach you.” he interrupted, fingers traveling from her hair to her chin. his thumb swiped at her bottom lip, she opened wide, allowing for his fingers entrance. tom couldn’t help but hang his mouth open as he examined her own enclose around his thumb, licking at its bud before pulling it out with a pop.

as though it was instinct, her mouth now made it to the tip of his dick, tongue pressing flat against it as she licked once upward.

tom let out a slight grunt as the warmth of her saliva began to coat his twitching cock. he coudln’t tear his eyes off of her as he watched how she gained the courage to begin lowering onto it, her eyes shutting tightly as she avoided using any other senses, muscles, or movements for her first time. she wanted to make him feel good, impress him, show him how she wasn’t just a scared virgin, a deer in headlights.

“t-that’s it…” he allowed his head to fall backward against the plush pillow beneath him, feeling as her tongue and throat sucked any of the excess juices off his dick, swallowing as much of him as her stuffed throat would allow.

after finally lowering a few sluggish times to his base, she found that holding back her gags had been a challenge. using her free hand, she began to work at the empty space whilst her tongue and throat swallowed all that it could. she allowed for her pace to quicken, listening to the quiet moan that escaped tom’s parted lips—it must feel good.

and god did it, tom was almost shocked at how experienced her tongue already felt, apart from the fact that he could feel her teeth every now and then—though knowing that his was the first cock to fuck her throat, knowing that his dick was the first that her delicate hand got to touch, was almost enough to make him finish there and then.

he had violated her just as he wanted, the only thing to do now was to violate her insides, fill her throat with his salty seed and plant his own entrails into her.

“just like that, fuck!” he couldn’t help but claw at her hair, pulling and weaving through its thick locks until finding just the right spot to take control.

she felt lost, unknown in a dark and distant world she’d never been to as he began bucking his hips into her mouth, her eyes flying open as she watched his eyes roll to the back of his head.

though her throat felt to be on fire, felt to be rubbed raw, knowing that tom was about to finish because of her virgin mouth, because of her soft and untouched tongue, was more than enough to fight back the tears which began streaming down her face.

as he huffed and puffed, awaiting for his high, she felt her jaw begin to tighten, ache, almost screw unloose as she was forced to be stretched out completely. she’d never made the sounds she was making before, the vile and unreducible noises of gagging and every other sin under the sun filled the room.

“you take me so fucking well… god.” he slurred against gritted his teeth, finally finding the strength to lift his head from the pillow. and as his eyes met her own watery ones, he felt a shiver run through his length.

the way her salty tears streamed down her face, the way her pale cheeks filled with his size, the way he was almost abusing her throat as he chased his own high. he was her first, he was the one which opened the door to the unknown world of lust, the unknown world of all that tom seemed to revolve around. and as her muffled cries ran vibrations up his length, he felt his guts and inside twist and turn until he shot his seed deep into her fucked-out throat.

he let out an almost guttural groan as he pushed himself one last time all the way down the virgin girls throat, violating her raw tongue one last time before finally, allowing her to move away from his dick.

he was wordless as his orgasm washed over him, causing his ears to ring and vision to go black for only moments before opening his eyes once more. he looked below him, there she lay, the pathetically fucked-out girl who had experienced her very first blow-job. she was fatigued, her jaw aching and feeling almost broken after being abused.

she hated to admit it, but she adored the way he looked when he finished, adored the way his grip was so harsh on her scalp, adored the way he hadn’t held back only because she was unbeknown to this scene.

she needed to be used by tom again, needed to be split in two, needed to feel the pain which now lingered in her throat again.

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starrykaulitz · 9 months

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can you do a smut with tom x fem!reader? their at a party and she somewhat half flirts with someone else and he’s like hella jealous? if you’re not comfortable then it’s okay!!

$. remember.

☆ synopsis ; you meet a man who peaks your interest within a party, though feel a pair of eyes lingering on every move you make.

★ pairing ; tom x fem!reader

☆ word count ; 2187

★ warnings ; language, smut (18+), dirty talk?, p in v, degrading, jealousy??

a/n – hope this is okay!! kinda put my own lil jealous tom headcannon n backstory on it :)

☆

the music boomed throughout the dull room, the smell of sweat stung your nostrils as you swayed your hips from left to right. you knew you felt eyes burning into your skin from the moment you stepped onto the dance floor, feeling how they watched your mini-skirt slowly rise a little higher than you’d like it too.

though the alcohol now seeming to seep out of your pores had forced you to ignore those eyes, your focus being on how close you were to others��and as you seemed to disappear behind the hoard of drunk teens, you knew you had to escape it.

you slipped and snaked through the crowd of people until you reached a table—snacks spread evenly across it, drinks placed in a tub of ice-cubes.

water, you needed water.

as you reached down to the icy tub, you watched as another hand grabbed the bottle you’d been reaching for—you were too slow.

“oh, sorry.” you looked up to see who the thief had been, not sure what you’d been expecting, though knowing it was not this; a man taller than you, brunette hair which shaped into some type of mullet, the tips dyed blonde and spiky. his face had been sharp, good jaw, deep voice.

“no no, you have it.” you blurted out, standing back upright just as he had done.

“or, we could share?” he suggested, brows raising as he awaited your answer.

the only thing holding you back from this offer was the one who’s eyes burnt into the nape of your neck, stalking and observing your every move with this man. you almost rolled your eyes as you thought of him, of tom, jealousy filling his mind as rage made his fists curl in anger.

you two hadn’t even been dating, fuck-buddies maybe—if you could even call yourselves that. your relationship had certainly not been monogamous, you’d watched tom multiple times in public spaces, school lockers, female bathrooms on his knees. he’d been unloyal, false. you just enjoyed the sex—how you were now almost perfectly moulded to him, how he made you finish multiple times until it seemed that you’d forgotten your own name and his was engraved on your tongue.

you shook the thought away before finally answer; “sounds good!” you nodded to the mystery man in return before he opened the lid with a pop and handed it to you, instantly chugging from dehydration.

you passed it to him after you’d devoured almost half the bottle, watching as his adams apple moved up and down once he swallowed what he needed—shit.

“what’s your name?” you questioned the man, watching as he placed the bottle back down on the table and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve.

“max, yours?”

you stated your name, leaning against the table and watching as he slowly inched forward until you’d been only a few feet apart. you could smell the liquor on his breath as his mouth suddenly went for yours, hand moving to rest on you jaw. you kissed him back softly, his tongue slowly entering your mouth and deepening the kiss.

you snaked your fingers up to his nape, grabbing onto the long hair in which hung lowly on his shoulder. he was good—though not as good as-

someone grabbed at your arms, instantly pulling you away from the kiss. it was a familiar hand, calloused fingers causing you to cry out as he clung tightly to your wrist.

“ow!” you yelped before turning to the culprit—of course it was him;

tom, in all his might had dragged you away from the gorgeous man who now watched as you were towed away from him. max’s eyes were filled with confusion, clouded with disappointment at the thought that perhaps he’d just become a home-wrecker.

“how the fuck do you have the audacity to do this, tom!?” you clawed at his massive hand, though found no luck in loosening his grip before he’d begun pulling you through a dimly lit hallway.

“let go of me!” you screeched once more before he shoved you inside an open door, finally letting your wrist lose. he slammed the door behind him, eyes on the floor, slowly snaking their way up your body—he drunk in every curve and crevice which was presented within your slutty outfit. he held himself back from tearing it all off then and there as he stalked closer to his prey, eyes filled with fire as jealousy ebbed away at his heart.

“tom… stop.” you mumbled before you hit the wall behind you—he’d backed you into it on purpose, using his deep dark eyes as a ways of hypnotising you into forgetting what he had just done.

your mouth hung open as his body now towered over yours, his shadow devouring your own.

“you knew I was watching.” he mumbled, right hand meeting with the curve of your waist, slowly making its way up your stomach, past your breasts, and to your neck--his hand so large that it almost covered its entirety.

“as if I don’t know about the multiple girls you fuck.” then, he smirked his god-awful smirk. toms lips curled into an evil smile as he stared down upon his kill, hungry eyes already stripping you of all your clothes.

you felt as the hand around your neck caressed your jaw, his thumb forcing your mouth open as he flattened it against your tongue.

“I fuck none of them as good as I fuck you…” tom watched on intently as your plump, lipstick smeared lips encircled his thumb, tongue flicking at it before he pulled out of your mouth with a pop.

shivers crawled down your spine as you felt his wet thumb spread the saliva across your lips—the lips he so desperately needed to devour.

he looked so evil, so full of malice that you felt the wet within you seep into your G-string. you hated to admit it, but this toxic game had been your favorite to play—you adored making tom mad, making him jealous to the point of fucking the sense out of you. tom had met his toxic match, his womanizing woman, his equally as horny whore.

“just fuck me already.” you whispered before being abruptly cut-off by toms eager kiss, his tongue waiting no longer to enter and fight your own. his hand gripped firmly around your neck, his other digging into your waist—you loved how his animalistic grip on you left its mark.

you moaned into his mouth as you felt his knee enter the space between your thighs, rubbing it slowly against your aching centre as you craved for friction.

you felt him grin against your lips, biting your bottom one as your arms clung to his neck. slowly, you removed the cap which had been covering the dreads you’d loved to tug on so much and threw it to the floor. next, his hairband.

he looked fucking fantastic with his long dreadlocks hanging by his side, lose and free from all restraints-- more access to being pulled and yanked at.

he shoved his knee higher and closer to your covered clit, making you pull away from the kiss as you whined against his skin—he took this opportunity to almost tear your crop-top off he as he let it drop beside him, leaving his hands free to begin groping and tugging at your sensitive nipples—going bra-less working wonders in this moment.

tom’s face entered the crevice of your neck as he begun biting at it, sucking small circles in order to leave deep markings. you moaned into his ear, making him grunt into your supple skin as he continued to ruin the once clean canvas of skin.

slowly, you felt as the friction you once craved was stripped away from you, his knee leaving you whining and begging for more. you felt his hand grope at your ass from beneath your skirt, heaving you up and onto his torso before you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist.

tom continued the fervent kiss as you were hoisted into the air and carried over to the basin placed behind him. your lips had not left each other's once, drool beginning to drip down your chin as he prompted you roughly on the cold tile below—causing almost everything placed neatly on the cabinets to be thrown to the floor, smashing a few bottles here and there, though being completely ignorant as the two of you fought for air.

your legs stayed wrapped around tom’s rather small waist as he pulled away for only a moment to remove his over-sized shirt, revealing his tanned, built body below. you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip at how marvellous his body looked—you could almost finish just by looking at him.

“your so fucking lucky.” he brushed against your lips, unbuckling his belt before lifting your body and removing your panties—if you could even call them that.

“who were you planning on fucking tonight?” sarcasm filling his tone as he stared at the G-string, throwing it to the floor with a scoff.

“not you.” you snickered, though was vulgarly cut-off as you felt toms dick enter you forcefully.

your head fell backward against the mirror as you cried out, tom groaning at the feeling of your tight hole, unprepared and clean.

“fuck!” he swore before gripping onto the plush of your thighs, almost instantly starting his thrusts at a hasty pace. he didn’t want to give you any time to get used to his large size, he needed to torture you for what you did--for thinking that you could be anyone else’s but his.

“tom, oh my god!” you whined out at how he violated your entrance, your walls clenching around him as you felt his dick fit almost perfectly into you.

“your fucking moulded to me, you fucking slut.” you moaned at his words, your mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ as he continued to beat your insides raw.

“your not gonna’ remember that guys name…” he paused, sucking any air that he could into his lungs, “once I’m done with you.”

you could barely process what tom was saying, your brain blurring with pure ecstasy as you clung to his neck, fingers desperately gripping to his long dread-locks which swayed back and forth with each thrust.

he not only had you screaming, tom had you scratching and writhing under his obsessive pounding—his own moans only making your entrance wetter and wetter as you heard him swear under his breath, licking and biting at your earlobe.

then, you felt his thumb begin working circles into your over-sensitive clit—just how you liked.

“tom, fuck!” you were getting high of his dick, your words slurring and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your scalp hit the mirror behind you—hands now clinging to the marble table-top beneath you.

you felt as tom took advantage of your vulnerable body, licking upward from in-between your breasts, up over your hickey-painted neck, stopping only at your jaw before his mouth had met yours again. your muffled moans devoured his own as you felt the cold of his lip ring send shivers down your throat.

“I wanna show you off…” he mumbled against your agape mouth, suddenly leaving another bite on your earlobe.

he groaned your name, “who fucks you the best, slut.”

“y-you…”

“need more than that…”

“you, t-tom!” you finally whined as his thumb continued at your sensitive clit, drawing you closer to your end.

“your so wet for me,” he cut off, head laying into the crevice of your slick neck.

“I don’t even need to be jealous about the other guys that f-fuck you…” he pulled his head out of your neck, watching as his dick entered and exited your pussy—the slaps making him smirk and throw his head backward in pure lust. watching himself slam into you caused jolts of desire to rise to his tip.

“no one fucks you as good as I do.” and with that, your insides churned and twisted as you came undone at his words. you cried out his name, arms turning to goo as you threw them around his neck. the stars floating behind closed eyes turning you into a dizzy mess.

“fuck!” he seethed as he pumped into you only a few timed before the clench of your hole milked him empty.

he continued at a slower pace before halting fully. no more smacking noises, no more slick sounds, only the heavy and desperate breathing of the two of you filled the silent room. tom raised his hand to the misty mirror behind you, imprinting his mark into it just as he had imprinted his teeth into your neck.

“I don’t want to see you with that other guy…” he finally built up the strength to talk, ignoring how his orgasm made his ears ring and vision go black.

“what’s his name…” he mumbled against your neck, biting once more at its sensitive skin.

“who..?”

#tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x oc #tokio hotel smut

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