He Would Look Much Better Sitting On My Bed

I'm still trying to figure this app out. I want moots that are into Tokio Hotel mostly though so keep 'em coming! I'd also like to make friends with my same age range if possible.

♡ Dm's always open if any of you wanna talk ♡

My community.

| Masterlist at the end |

I also like other bands such as bôa, hole, jack off jill, mazzy star, the sundays & she wants revenge! & artists such as Lana del rey, Jeff Buckley, Fiona apple, Marina n Shakira. :-)

- About me;

She/Her.

Bill girl, obviously!

I'm nineteen.

Don't interact if anything related nsfw bothers you.

I'm from Spain, so of course that's my first language.

Currently trying to collect all of tokio hotel's discography.

My favorite song rn is Elysa, even though that changes all the time.

Into makeup n 2000s stuff.

My favorite movies are Coraline, Logan & Leon the professional.

I will write sometimes, so feel free to drop your request.

I can write mostly about anything, as long as you give me a detailed plot.

I'll write about all the members, no matter the era as long as they're not underage.

What I won't write about: Twincest or hardcore topics, such as eating disorders, rape etc.

Masterlist;

✧ Bill eats you out ✧ I want you so bad

✧ Held in his hands ✧ At your mercy

✧ Lost in you

You're a victim to your own desires

ME, PLEASE!!

I wanna get #fuckedup someone join me

He doesn't know how to look bad

| He's such a d͟o͟l͟l ♡

EXCUSE ME, BUT BILL'S HANDS AND GAZE?

Pinterest tag game

I forgot who I got tagged by but thank you whoever it was lmao ❤️

first pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush.

I have decided to tag: @metallicames @suzdin @boydholbrook-fan @ilovewhiteroses @90shetfield @metalmaidenn @wizard-on-whales @mxtal-up-ur-ass and whoever would like to play as well

IT'S SUCH A BAD TIME..

━╋ He's such a pretty thing, I'd do anything to have him under me, to hear him try to call my name but all that comes out of his mouth are incoherent babbles by how good I'm making him feel.

I wanna know the taste of his skin; I wanna fuck him till everything he thinks about is me, intoxicating every thought, like a drug. I wanna know the way the expression of his eyes changes when he's about to unveil in a million pieces under my touch.

I want to swallow him whole—to devour him, till there's nothing left anymore.

He's so precious, I love the sound of his voice and the way his mouth moves to the side occasionally at the same time his eyebrows does. I wish I could see him talk all day.

I WANT TO EAT BILL ALONG WITH THE BONES

꧁ I'd swallow Poison —If it Tasted like You. 🐈‍⬛

JUST LOOK AT THIS COLOR!! OH MY GOD.. My blood pressure drops exactly like this gradient when I see her amazing posts..

Hey! I want moots that are into Tokio Hotel and/or interested in fanfiction, which I'll write often, so keep 'em coming! I'd also like to make friends with my same age range if possible. :)

♡ Dm's always open if any of you wanna talk ♡

• Spotify.

• My community.

| Masterlist at the end of the post. |

I also like other bands such as Bôa, Hole, Jack off Jill, Mazzy star, The Sundays, Cinema Bizarre, Panik, Extremoduro, HIM & She wants revenge! & artists such as Lana del rey, Antonio Orozco, Jeff Buckley, Lady Gaga, Fiona apple, Marina n Shakira.

- About me;

She/Her.

Bill girl, obviously!

I'm nineteen.

Don't interact if anything related nsfw bothers you.

I'm from Spain, so of course that's my first language.

Currently trying to collect all of tokio hotel's discography.

My favorite song rn is Elysa, even though that changes all the time.

Into makeup, 2000s stuff, esoterism n journaling.

My favorite movies are Coraline, Logan & Leon the professional.

I will write sometimes, so feel free to drop your request.

I can write mostly about anything, as long as you give me a detailed plot.

I'll write about all the members, no matter the era as long as they're not underage.

What I won't write about: Twincest or hardcore topics such as; eating disorders, rape, mafia, violence etc..

Masterlist;

Bill Fics:

✧ Bill eats you out ✧ I want you so bad

✧ Held in his hands ✧ At your mercy

✧ Lost in you ✧ Quiet desire

✧ Tenderly yours

— Love don't break me:

✧ 1st chapter

FUCKING GOD, IT STUCK IN MY HEART LIKE A REFLECTION OF MY OWN FEELINGS, IT WAS IMPRINTED IN MY BRAIN LIKE A WHISPER OF THE SAME REASONING, IT LEFT MARKS ON MY BODY LIKE SCRATCHES FROM DIGGING NAILS INTO MY SKIN WHILE I WAS TRYING TO HOLD BACK MY SCREAM TO FINISH READING IT, AND ONLY THEN DO I LET MY FACE SINK INTO THE PILLOW AND SCREAM. I WILL PRAY FOR THIS, AS WELL AS FOR THE SPEEDY RELEASE OF THE CONTINUATION OF THIS MIRACLE. JUST LOOK AT WHAT A MASTERPIECE FRIEND I HAVE, SHE IS LITERALLY MY CHANCE OF SALVATION, AND I AM SO PROUD OF HER BECAUSE SHE DESERVES MORE ATTENTION TO HER POSTS, EACH OF WHICH MAKES MORE SENSE THAN IN MY LIFE..

— 2nd Chapter: Not over you.

"I can't escape, I can't erase you."

★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016.

★ Tags: Angst, fluff.

| Summary: Bill gets back to his roots; he leaves the city in which he had fallen in love for the first time, trying to forget his now ex-girlfriend—But soon he understands he's not over her yet.

• Bill narrates;

I've left California—moved away from what I've loved most in my life... the excuse? that I did it just for her, to not dig in the wound any further. In reality? I did it to get away of it all, exactly as selfish as it sounds.

I try and search for a meaning, for something that would keep me alive through this insanity, but when I close my eyes she's all I see.

I wish I could lose my other me; this has really messed me up this time.

While I was saying my last goodbye to her, picking up my last few things from her place; I repeated in my head over and over that I wouldn't regret this, none of it. But now it's been months of this back and forth of feelings that I can't even put a label on myself.

'I need to put an end to this.'

I've never felt this way before.. lost, you could say. I can't even recognize me—yeah, when I was with her it wasn't easy, but at least I knew what I wanted, her love.. her warmth. Being able to have someone to go to when I felt like I wanted to hide away from the world.

I need something to ground me, someone, whatever it is. While I was in my high, promising myself that everything would be fine—I've hung in the club on weekends, gotten home with different girls every night, hooked up with them.. but right after, they'd leave and there was nothing else behind that.

It felt empty, far from what I've been looking for: to feel the same way I've felt with her before everything got this fucked up. Because no matter what, I still search for that feeling in someone who isn't her.

Even though, as much as I try I can't get involved emotionally with anyone else. 'Cause everytime, the graphic memory of that beautiful smile appears at the back of my mind as well as all our time spent together.

And god knows I've felt guilty, like it was something I wasnt supposed to be doing, like I was betraying her.. she was still sacred to me somehow.

But I can't get home to her, and I definitely can't face my broken heart.

I stand in front of the bathroom sink, the dim lights and the foggy mirror making it hard for me to look at myself—my hand wipes it down, the clinking sound of my golden rings against the glass.. and I take a deep breath.

'I need a change' I talk to my reflection. That was it, I had to try to get rid of everything that was linked to her, and that also meant myself at some point.

I run a hand through my silver locks, while with the other, I quickly reach for the electric shaver that I've been eyeing all week.. so I plug it on, taking a deep breath before I make it land on my head after hearing the buzzing noise coming out of it when I pressed the little button—I don't even hesitate, I know what I've got to do.

From one moment to another, I see big lumps of hair starting to fall into the sink in front of me.

My eyes wet, I don't know if it's from the despair I feel or how angry I am at myself.. but I never stop, not till I have no sight of who I was before.

Right after, I have the need to light a cigarette; I make my way back into the room, with my shaky hands I grab the pack laying on the vanity—and I let out the smoke after one long drag, and for the first time I think I'm satisfied with what I see..

And no vision of her.

Inspired by the 'Not over you' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.

[ I made this, everything written here are original ideas by me. ]