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M. AFTON

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Dom! michael afton x sub! fem! reader

Contents: pwp, dubcon if you squint, degradation, creampie, inappropriate use of a couch, orgasm denial, brief overstimulation, brat reader/brat tamer Mike, established fwb

It’s a late Friday night, the clock edging on midnight. You were laying on the couch, no light in the room except for the TV, and you could hear rain battering on the window. Then, you’re interrupted with the sound of knocking at the door. It was your co-worker, Michael. His knocks grew persistent, and impatient. You could hear a voice from outside the door.

“… Come on, let me in, angel!.. Please~?”

He asks from outside. It seems if you don’t answer soon, he’d be happy to open the door and let himself in. You groaned and got up from the couch, rolling your eyes as you trudged over to the door. You swung the door open, staring Michael in the eyes with those dead, tired eyes of your own.

"I told you to stop calling me, 'angel', Mike. I have a name and you know it." You pinched the bridge of your nose with a sigh, clearly irritated by his presence. He did this way too often and you knew exactly how it was going to end.

You were dressed in a white singlet, pajama shorts, and a black robe, ready to fall asleep watching The Hunger Games on your couch in the lounge again. Your foot tapped against the wooden floor impatiently, waiting for him to speak again, to explain why he was showing up at your house so late into the night.

He squinted, looking at your sleepy state. The light from the TV in the background cast shadows on his face, making him look slightly eerie. A hint of a smirk appeared on his lips as he saw your disheveled appearance and bare feet.

“Hey there, angel. Thought we could hang out or something?” seems he decided to completely ignore your request for him to use your name.

"If you're here for another pointless hookup, get lost.. it's not happening again." You stepped aside, letting him into your home for, hopefully, the last time.

"And wipe your shoes! I don't want mud on the floors, I mopped earlier." You huffed as you shut the door behind him, headed to the couch to flop down onto it, your eyes focused on the movie yet again. You wanted to ignore him, but.. Michael being Michael made that difficult.

Michael watched as you made your demands, the tone of your voice hinting at irritation. He couldn’t help but smirk at the fact he could make you so easily frustrated.

“A hookup?” He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “No, angel, not that kind of ‘hookup’. I just… wanted to hang out.”

His eyes roamed over your body again, taking in every ethereal inch of you. The way the white singlet clung to your curves, how the robe barely covered your legs, revealing a glimpse of the soft skin beneath. He swallowed hard.

"I know you're ogling at me, Michael. Don't make me kick you out." You snapped at him, instinctively covering your body with your robe as you glared at him. You've had enough of his bullshit, but.. sometimes you just couldn't get enough.

“Ogling?” He raised an eyebrow. “Is that what it looks like, angel? Come on, you know I wouldn’t do that.” He pouted, his bottom lip jutting out to mock you.

His smirk widened as he stepped closer to you. The sudden proximity made the room seem alive with electricity, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He knew you'd give in, it simply took a bit of convincing.

“I just… missed seeing you, angel.” he whispered, his voice filled with what seemed like genuine emotion.

"Sure you did, Mike. Just.. why are you here? What's your real motive? You barely talk to me unless you want something." Your tired eyes finally looked over at him, taking hint of the smirk plastered on his face. Great, he knew it was working.

“My real motive…? You know I don’t play games, angel.”

He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of recognition or understanding. The silence stretched on, filled with tension and unspoken words.

Finally, he walked over to you, reaching out to gently touch your cheek. His calloused fingers grazed your skin tenderly, sending a jolt down your spine.

“I just… wanted to be here with you,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible over the pounding in his chest. “Is that so hard to believe?”

You instinctively leaned into his hand, humming in content at his warm touch. You shuffled aside, making room on the couch for Michael to sit with you and.. hopefully only cuddle. Your eyes focused back on the tv as he sat beside you, leaning into him as you both laid down on the couch together.

"I will admit.. I have missed you too."

Michael moved to sit beside you, his heart racing at the proximity. He glanced at the TV screen, but it was just The Hunger Games. The silence between you two hung heavy in the air, filled with unspoken words and emotions that neither one dared voice.

Then, without warning, he leaned forward, closing the gap between you two. His lips brushed against yours gently, a soft whisper rather than a demanding claim. But the electricity coursing through him made it feel like a lightning bolt striking deep within.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered, “missed you.” it had only been around a week since you last had a shift together and he had been craving your touch, craving you for so long.

"Michael, we can't keep doing this-" you were cut off by your own choked moan as you felt Michael's hips roll into yours, his clothed erection rubbing oh so deliciously against the thin fabric of your shorts.

You.. weren't dating or anything, but you were definitely more than friends. Friends with benefits, many called it. You wanted more, despite how you would tell him "No more" after every hookup.. You just couldn't get enough.

“I know, angel,” he breathed, his voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. His hips subtly moved with yours, following the rhythm of your soft moans. He could feel his already hard cock growing against you, a physical manifestation of his desire for you.

“But we can’t deny it anymore, can we?” His voice quivered slightly. “We… we need each other.”

Your head was tilted back as you moaned softly with each grind of his hips against yours from behind. You hated the fact you only ever hooked up, but you also loved the feeling of being caged against his chest while he toyed with you from behind.

Why not be bratty? It usually always worked in your favour.

You wiggled your hips a little, deciding to act up and see what he would do in response.

Michael’s grip on your waist tightened, his teeth digging into his lower lip. He was teetering on the edge of control, and this bratty behavior was just enough to push him over.

He thrust himself against you forcefully then, ignoring the whimper that escaped your lips. His body was a living contradiction - soft yet hard, tender yet intense.

“You wanna play games?” he growled, his voice low and filled with repressed anger. “Well, angel, let’s play one I can guarantee you’ll never forget.”

"I like games." You replied in a smart ass tone, wiggling your hips a little more. You loved it when he put on his 'brat tamer' hat.. you had to admit, it made you wetter whenever he was all demanding and controlling. Honestly? It made you feel safe, despite the danger laced in his gruff voice.

"Though I don't think I'd ever remember such a mediocre game." You didn't mean what you were saying and Michael knew that, it was just part of you being a brat.

“Mediocre?” He snorted, the sound harsh in the silence of your little bubble. “You wait till you’re screaming my name and begging for more.”

His hands gripped your hips harder as he began to move faster. A primal urge pulsed through him, demanding release.

“I will make sure you remember this game, angel,” he grimaced, his voice ragged with desire. He reached between the two of you, unbundling his belt so he could unbutton his jeans slide both his jeans and boxers down his thighs just far enough to that his throbbing cock sprung free of its confines.

"Can't handle this brat, can you, Mike?~" You cooed, following his lead as you pulled your shorts to the side, allowing for access. You found it to be more comfortable when you wore no underwear when going to bed.. it wasn't like you were actually expecting him to show up.

“Don’t push it, angel,” he growled, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He grabbing his cock, dragging his leaking tip in and down your folds with a groan.

“I can handle anything you throw at me,” he bit out, his eyes narrowed into a intense stare. “But don’t think you’re gonna win this one.” His hands made their way back to your hips, pulling you down until his length was fully sheathed inside your warm walls that squeezed him just right. Your eyes shut briefly, your body adjusting to the stretch that had you squirming.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, refusing to make any noise that would indicate just how much you was loving this. Your eyes rolled back when he lifted your leg over his shoulder and thrust deeper, a moan threatening to spill from your throat.

You stared at him with defiant eyes, wondering how he was going to get you to completely submit to him tonight.

“Ah, you defiant little brat,” he muttered under his breath, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. He could feel your resistance crumbling with every thrust, the way you moaned silently yet so clearly against your will.

He lifted your leg higher, forcing an almost painful angle that made you gasp. Then, without warning, he pulled back, leaving you hanging on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Is this what you want, angel?” he whispered harshly in your ear. “Do you really think you can beat me at my own game?”

His eyes went dark, filled with a hunger and intensity that blew away all thoughts from your mind. All you could focus on now was the sensation of him inside you, the way his hands gripped your waist, the way his breath was hot against your skin.

“You… you don’t stand a chance.”

And with those words, he slammed into you again, harder than ever before.

You finally crumbled. Your moans spilled from your lips with no hesitation, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the soft fabric of the couch. Your thighs were shaking from the intensity, eyes welling up with tears as Michael's name spilled from your lips like a sacred mantra.

"Michael.. Michael M-Michael..~"

Your head was tipped back, your face completely blissed out as drool already began to drip from the corner of your mouth.

“There it is,” he growled, his voice filled with triumph and satisfaction. He didn’t need your words of surrender; the way your body responded to him was enough. But hearing you call out his name in that gasping, pleading tone…it sent a shockwave through him that made his control teeter on the edge.

He thrust harder, deeper, needing more than just physical release now. His eyes locked onto yours, capturing the raw emotion reflected there - lust, pain, pleasure all rolled into one intense gaze.

"Such a bratty girl turns into my needy little slut once it gets intense, how cute."

Your thighs began to tremble even more at being called such a humiliating thing, your walls fluttering around him in response. You seemed to like it a lot, being degraded like that.

Sweat dripped down your body, eyes unable to focus on anything as the pleasure was overwhelming your mind and making your vision hazy.

"Yeah," he growled, his voice barely recognizable under the weight of his desire. "You're mine, angel. My bratty little slut."

He pulled you closer then, their bodies becoming one.

"And I will fucking claim what's mine."

He didn't falter one bit, even when he noticed your moans had gone up higher a few octaves and your entire body trembled under his bruising grip.

"Aww, is my dirty little girl gonna cum? Well she can fucking. Wait. Until I'm done." He accentuated his words with a few sharp thrusts, laughing at the way you'd whine just for him.

"Nonononononono, please! Please l-let me cum- oh god, Michael!- let me cum, please, I-I promise I'll be good from now on..!" You begged, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of climax as Michael demanded you wait and hold it in.

His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The power he felt at this moment was intoxicating.

“Oh, angel,” he breathed, the sound of your skin slapping against each other adding an erotic background music to their little game. “You see, I don’t care about promises or being ‘good’. You belong to me, and if I want you hanging on the edge…”

He thrust again, deeper than before, hitting some hidden spot inside you that made you cry out in pleasure and pain.” …then you will hang there until I fucking say you can cum! Understand?”

"Nonono, Michael- Mike, please, I'll be good!" You babbled between pathetic, high whines and moan, your thighs trembling in his grip as your teary eyes locked with his.

Being a brat always got you into rough situations, but this one was definitely new. You couldn't say you hated it, in fact, you felt yourself get wetter as the sound of Mike pistoning into you over and over again began to grow wet, his cock and your cunt making the lewdest noises.

“That’s a good girl,” he growled, his eyes never leaving yours even as he continued to move against you. The sound of your bodies connecting was music to his ears, the wetness of it only fueling his desire for more.

“You’re always so brave and strong, yet you crumble under my control just like this… It turns me on so much.”

Then, he slammed into you hard enough to make you yelp in pain. “Now cum for me, angel. Cum while I’m inside you.”

As soon as you did, he pulled out, letting you convulse around empty air before collapsing onto him weakly. He caught you, holding you close until you’d calmed down, your whimpers now replaced by soft breathing against his chest.

You were about to speak, about to thank him for letting you cum, until he slammed back into you and made you see stars. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably under his grip, a loud whine leaving your lips as he turned you onto your hands and knees.

"M-Mike, wait, I'm still sensiti- mnh!" You tried reasoning with him, but he was simply too caught up in the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his cock, milking him for his own orgasm.

“Shut up, angel.” He growled, not giving you a chance to protest. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he thrust into you again, this time harder than before when he managed to get his tip to kiss your cervix. You felt like throwing up, but you were too wrapped up in your own pleasure to tell him to stop.

The intensity of his orgasm built gradually, but there was no stopping it now. The pleasure coursing through him felt like electricity, the sensation of being enveloped by your warmth and wetness too much for him to handle.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” he panted, his voice filled with both victory and relief. “In you… I’m gonna fucking fill you up!”

And with those words, he thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Rope after rope of thick cum filled your insides, making you grip the couch cushions harder.

You were panting heavily, one of your hands sliding down to rest on your belly as you blinked away the tears and gently rubbed the skin to soothe the ache inside you. You could feel it, every last drop he gave you had settled nice and deep inside you.

"Mike, I- fuck!" You didn't expect him to want to keep on going, not after such a big orgasm, but he just kept pounding into you. You had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, your vision was hazy, and your inner thighs were all slick with the mix of your juices.

Michael didn’t stop, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued to thrust inside you. The feeling of being so deeply connected with another person was intoxicating, the sight of your flushed cheeks and panting breaths only fueling his desire for more.

“Fuck… fuck, angel.” He muttered, his voice low and filled with raw emotion. “You make me lose control. You make me want things I shouldn’t.”

He pulled out then, his cock glistening with the combination of your juices. He collapsed on the couch next to you, pulling you down to cuddle with him.

You were panting heavily, your eyes still dazed as you stared up at you ceiling, contemplating what to say next. You were about to speak when Michael's arm draped over your side, pulling you even closed as he kissed your cheek.

"You did so well for me, angel.. I'm proud of you for taking it all." He uttered sweet nothings into your ear, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

Your parted lips curled up into a soft smile, your eyes shutting as you began to stroke his hair.

Maybe.. You wouldn't need to stop this weekly routine.

#michael afton #x reader #michael afton smut #michael afton x reader #koko writes

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Pls do matty Healy headcanons

Yeah ofccc i don’t really know what to put or what you really want so I’m just gonna kinda wing it k. :)

M𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂// 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎

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Matty Healy

-I feel like he would always share his cigarettes with you.

-late-night walks together.

-would take you to cute little spots.

-He would play his songs to you before anyone else gets to hear them.

-If you attend his shows he would always make sure everyone knows your there and he’ll make eye contact with you constantly, robbers mv type shit.

-He would always want to be touching you, like if you're sitting down together his hand would be on your thigh.

-Always ALWAYS would make sure you're having fun if you're out together.

-Would for sure call you names like idiot as flirting.

-MORNING SEX

-Would tease you in public like at dinner he would whisper stuff in your ear and his hand would drag up and down on your thigh.

-Sex EVERYWHERE

-Would put ur pleasure before his

-Done:)

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Sorry it took forever to do I kept forgetting abt but but hope u enjoy K. :)

#matty healy #the 1975 #headcanon #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #robbers

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Can’t have them hearing

us || b.kaulitz

𖤐𐬿Summary: you have to be quiet so the other band members don’t hear you and bill but you can’t keep quiet.

𖤐𐬿Contents: teasing, he puts his fingers in your mouth to shut you up, breeding if you squint.

“Shhh come on now I know you can be quiet for me cant you?” Bill hushes you as he fucks you slowly.

You’re trying so hard to keep quiet so everyone else in the next room doesn’t hear you but the pleasure is too much, his pace starts speeding up causing you to moan loudly.

"bill it's too much I cant" you slur out between moans, bill hushes you but your mind is too fogy with how much pleasure you're receiving to even hear him.

"aw baby, it's like you want them to hear us you'd like that wouldn't you? you'd like them to hear how good I'm making you feel huh?" he teases' you letting out a breathy chuckle.

You let out a moan in response throwing your head back into the pillows by the way bill is thrusting into you whilst hitting your g spot you’re not gonna last any longer and by the way bills movements become more sloppy you could tell he was close too. As you were growing closer to your high your moans got more louder and as much as bill loved them he couldn’t have the band members hearing youse,

“You still can’t keep quiet huh? I guess I’ll just have to shut you up myself” he tells you before opening your mouth with his two fingers and shoving them into your mouth to shut you up. You choke on them a bit your drool covering his digits you were overstimulated as it was but this pushed you over the edge,

“Bill I-I’m close” you try to speak but it was hard with his fingers in your mouth, bill understood what you meant and picked up his pace you arch your back at the new found pleasure and wrap your hands around his neck bringing him closer to you as the coil in your stomach snaps as you cum all over his cock.

Bills movements get more sloppy as he try’s to chase his high, after two more thrust he hits his climax and cums in you. You both let out a few deep breaths as he gently removes himself from you and collapses right next you you and starts stroking your hair,

“Do you reckon they heard us” you ask him out of breath. He smiles and gives you a kiss on the lips,

“Most definitely”

A/n: hey sorry this was pretty short but I hope you liked it and this also wasn’t proof read my bad lol.

#tokio hotel #x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #smut #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #viral

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𝑅𝐼𝑃𝑃𝐸𝐷 𝐽𝐸𝐴𝑁𝑆// Matty Healy x f! Reader

♱summary: you and Matty have been sneaking around behind the band's back and after a night together someone catches you.

♱contents: there will be mentions of sex but no smut, just fluff in this one.

♱author notes: I'm the other author but im also dyslexic so just bare with me and this is like my first time writing something like this so if it's bad whoopsies.

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I woke up to light beaming onto my face I open my eyes wincing slightly at the brightness shining in my face. I turn my head away from the light not ready to start my day and I feel a pair of arms tighten around my body and a soft snore in my ear.

I turn over to face him he looks so relaxed, so calm. The way the sun perfectly glides across his face, the way his hair falls, loose curls in front of his face. I watch his chest fall up and down I find myself tracing my finger over his chest tattoo god I loved his tattoos and the way they looked when he was on top of me.

''Matty" I whisper as I start to plant soft kisses on his neck earning a groan from him "Matty you have to wake up the guys will be here soon" I try to explain but I'm met with another groan "Babe it'll be fine" he tries to roll over but I stop him "how bout I convince you" I hum slowly biting at his ear getting on top of him "mm I like where this is going" his scratchy morning voice sounded like heaven to my ears ''what about this'' I start kissing his neck gently nibbling every now and then knowing that they will leave marks later "god I love waking up with you" he glides his hands underneath the shirt I have on grabbing at my waist.

I start kissing down his chest and his hands start to trickle down to my ass lightly squeezing it I let out a sigh "oh you like that do you dear" he breathed and began to squeeze it harder feeling his nails dig into me. My hand starts to go down his boxers "Ready for round two baby" I say to him with lust filling every word "of cours-".

The door swings open and all of sudden I'm thrown off of Matty and sheets are thrown over me covering my head. "Matty the guys and I- wait was that y/n'' the voice I recognized as George asks "What no j just fuck off" Matty stumbling over his words trying to cover up "oh really then whos ripped jeans are those?'' he chuckles to himself and closes the door "oh my god" Matty sighs and I burst out laughing.

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Done hope you enjoyed sorry if there’s any mistakes I tried

#matty healy #the 1975 #2014 indie #x reader #adam hann #george daniel #at their very best #ross macdonald #ripped jeans #tattoos #fanfic

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SEPERATE HEADCANONS OF TOKIO HOTEL SMUT<3

Of course, I wasn’t sure if you wanted all of them so I just did bill and Tom but if you wanted me to do Georg and Gustav too I’ll do them in a separate one:)

how they are in bed

𖤐𐬿Summary: how the kaulitz twins are in bed.

𖤐𐬿contents: smut just smut.

BILL KAULITZ

I feel like he’s a switch but leans more towards soft dom.

He will absolutely go crazy if you pull his hair or anything like that.

Would love giving you head like he would spend hours eating you out if he could.

OH MY GOD HIS TONGUE PIERCING WOULD FEEL LIKE HEVAN DOWN THERE.

Doesn’t mind you giving him head but prefers it the other way round.

I don’t think he’d be too loud in bed but would occasionally let out a few whimpers and moans if he’s really into it.

I would see y’all having soft and passionate sex most of the time but if he’s really stressed he will take it out on you in bed.

High sex>>>>>

Loves when you’re on top it makes him go crazy.

Would be down to try new kinks and things but prefers to keep it how it is.

Praise him please 😭

Would degrade you a little bit but not too much.

TOM KAULITZ

Complete opposite from bill.

He’s a dom all the way.

LOVES when you give him head, you definitely give him head at least three times a day.

He loves quickies everywhere y’all go youse end up doing a quickie in the bathroom or car.

Would call you a good girl.

Car sex>>>>

Youse have definitely been caught in the act by one of the band mates.

Honestly this mf his horny 24/7

If he’s had a rough day or if he mucked up at a concert he will definitely take his anger and frustration out on you.

Would love doggy style

I honestly don’t really see him degrading you unless he’s in a real bad mood.

Again praise him too 🙏

He’s not very vocal during it he might let out a few grunts and groans here and there but nothing more.

A/N: sorry if this is bad I tried but I hope you liked it :)

#tokio hotel #smut #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz smut #viral #headcanon

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Emo boy||B. Kaulitz x f! Reader

𖤐𐬿 summary: Bill found out about the song you wrote about him.

𖤐𐬿 Contents: mentions of sex (they don’t do it tho) it’s basically just fluff with suggestive themes.

𖤐𐬿 Authors note: sorry if this is bad I honestly didn’t know what to write about, also if people didn’t catch on the song you wrote about him is emo boy by Ayesha erotica except you wrote it in this lol.

You had gone to the bathroom and stupidly left the sheet of paper with the song written on it on the couch not thinking anyone would pick it up since the band was performing on stage right now.

Bill was just coming backstage for a drink as the band needed a quick break before going back on and hopefully to sneak a quick kiss with you but you were nowhere to be seen so he just shrugged and went and sat on the couch. He looks beside him and spots the piece of paper with the heading ‘emo boy’ at the top. He recognised your handwriting immediately and starts reading it, he didn’t realise straight away that it was about him until it finally clicked. He had a toothy smile on his face, happy that you had wrote a song about him! But his face soon turned into a shocked one as he got to the chorus his face had turned bright red.

But oh as soon as he read the 11 inches part his mind went crazy with thoughts of things he wanted to do to you but he quickly shook them out as soon as he heard you gasp. He looks up to see you in front of him with a embarrassed look.

He looks at the paper then back at you

“ did you write this about me?” He questions you with a small blush tinting his cheeks.

You stood there awkwardly and let out a silent ‘yes’ and looks away from him embarrassed that he had found it. He wasn’t supposed to find out it was only supposed to be between you.

Bill stands up from the couch and walks towards you until his face is inches away from you. You let out low breath as his hands cupped your cheeks

“I loved it” he whispers with a tint of lust in his eyes as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours . It started out slow and sweet but then soon turned heated and lustful. Your hands make their way to his hair and tangle their way through it as he puts one hand on your waist as the other rested still on your cheek, his lips start making their way down your neck when he is then called out to by his band mates that break was over.

He quickly pulls away both of you out of breath and wanting more.

“I’ll be back soon then we can continue where we left of” he says and gives you a quick kiss and rushes back out onto stage.

You could tell that tonight was gonna be one hell of a ride.

Sorry this is probably bad and a bit ooc but I tried lol but anyways I hope y’all enjoyed:)

Also this wasn’t proof read

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #fluff #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #x reader #smutish #heated #make out #song lyrics #viral

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Welcome to our blog!

We will be writing NSFW,fluff etc.

Request are open so please share your ideas with us!!

Warnings will be put at the start of each post we make:)

Fandoms we write for

Tokio Hotel Can't have them hearing - B. Kaulitz How they are in bed - Kaulitz twins (seperate obvi) Emo boy - B. Kaulitz

The 1975 Matty healy headcannons Ripped jeans - M. Healy

FNAF Angel tears - M. Afton

Jujutsu kaisen

The last of us

Aot

5sos

Scream (1996)

Creepypasta

PJO

Voltron

Haikyuu

Blue lock

Chainsaw man

Tokyo Ghoul

Heather's

Alice in borderland

Maze runner

IT

IDV

Howl's moving castle

Death note

Twst

Bungo stray dogs

+more

masterlist

If you want us to write about something or someone else ask and you shall receive.

#jujutsu kaisen #tokio hotel #5sos #smut #oneshot #x reader #new blog #the 1975 #aot #fnaf #satoru gojo #matty healy #fluff