Why Not MIAU MIAU

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.

Nuestro amor, tan prohibido.

Llamas mi nombre y me acaricias con tu amargura mientras mis uñas circulan sobre tu estómago, con saña—pidiendo desgarrarte.

Déjame colarme dentro, compañera; tumbarme ahí, contigo.

Dormir dentro de tí.

Perecer dentro de tí.

୧ ⊹︶︶

He would look much better sitting on my bed

꧁ Love when he s͟i͟t͟s on stage ♥️

It serves as proof that vampires exist

Happy B-day Georg! ཐི♱ཋྀ

SO REAL OMG

your posts are extremely long , and don't make much sense . you babble a lot and go off the topic of the request .

Okay..? The request only stated that the fic should be with Tom, which means that the rest was up to my choice, which I actually did, deciding how long the post would be and what it would be about. Well, thank you for your opinion..?

I go crazy every time I read something she did. Did she invent a new kind of air? It makes me suffer so much while I burn with a flame that is hotter than hell. It is so cold, as if everything turns into porcelain ice to let my heart break harder. The author's hands are so satisfying with what she gives that it is time to make a paid entrance, like in a movie theater. The reincarnation of God came in the guise of Bill to torment my soul, but who will resist this? I'll just let him leave me like this, because I agree to any kind of attention. So why not give this attention in order to admire day after day that stamp that proves to me its heartlessness and the desire to be grateful even to pain? Is it possible that in order to maintain the shape of an angelic body, Bill, like a god, eats other people's hearts? I'm going to change my religion and become the most obedient to my divine master. Can't tell if he's going to make me die or just ease my pain..

PLSSS CAN YOU DO A BILL FICTION INSPIRED BY ONE OF THEIR MUSIC VIDEOS?? YOU CAN CHOOSE WHICH ONEEE

IT WOULD BE SO COOL<3

★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016

★ Tags: Angst, fluff.

| Summary: Bill and his girlfriend have been going through different rough difficulties in their relationship for a long time now, they both know it's useless to keep being together. None of them tried to do anything about it till he decided to put an end to it.

— 1st Chapter: Love don't break me.

"I need to get home, but I keep on holding on."

• Bill narrates;

I can't believe I'm here again. I want to hold her and tell her that we'll be okay, but I don't know how cause even I don't know the answer to that.

I look around the dark room, the blinds shut, I predict it's around 2 in the morning. My arms are around myself, unable to move after another successful fight; this time seeming worse than ever, after reproaching each other about every stupid little thing there is in the book.. even though this time they weren't just a few misunderstandings—It was much more than that.

I furrow my left eyebrow, once I hear the faint sound of her sobs in the background, hitting my eardrums. I hate seeing her cry, she knows that well, as much as I also know how I shouldn't cave in. But she's already scooting closer to me, wrapping her arms around my body loosely, tightening even more the second I tried to move.

My head fell to the front, a few of a blonde-platinum strands of hair pushed to my face. I sigh as she tries to comfort herself while in touch with my skin, 'Please, don't.' She mutters as she feels how I'm starting to stretch out my limbs to stand up this time, a thing I can't get through with because my body simply won't respond.

But I'm angry, so why are my arms moving around her, why are my eyes filled with tears when I keep hearing her say over and over how sorry she is? Maybe I don't really want to go.

Why can't my heart and my head work at once?

I open my mouth to speak, her face is buried on the back of my neck, and so are my fingers in her hair when I reached out to finally touch her. 'Why do we do this?' Is everything I manage to say—I can't understand how we've gotten to this point; The fighting, the aggressive make-up and when you think you're done, more fighting again.

I want to tell her that I won't be here forever, laying on her bed—completely wrecked and thinking about all the times we've been okay together instead of living the moment. And I've got a feeling that she doesn't want to be stuck in this back and forth for much longer.

But how will we move forward? we still love each other, there's no doubt, and even if we've been told that our love is gross, we'd always managed to prove them wrong.. this time we'll make it again, right?

She looks at me, untangling herself from the grip she's had on me before—I've got a feeling that she knows what I'm thinking about by the way she's shaking her head at me. 'Don't say you're gonna give up on me.' The look on her face said it all; regret, even fear, dispair... everything at once—like she expected the worst.

But I didn't say anything, I didn't dare. I couldn't get my mind to work, everything oh so overwhelming. Till her voice pushed me off my trance. 'Say something!' It was only natural she would react like that after getting no reaction out of me, so that's when I finally managed to push myself on my feet, looking around for the shirt I discarded earlier god knows where before this argument started, to slid it back on.

'I'm tired of fighting.' I said, bitter tears still stinging the corner of my eyes as I put on the rest of my clothes, pacing around the room to pick everything up, anything that I must be forgetting to grab while I make the feint of leaving.

I sniffle from my nose, and from one moment to another she's standing up from the bed, looking completely hysterical, not even bothering to put her shirt on as she tried to get ahold of me, eyes closing tight.

'You can't leave like this..' She said again, trying to change my mind, but this time I can feel myself getting a little bit of impulse, ready to leave it all behind. The black eyeshadow that I know is staining my under eyes, I wipe it off with my knuckles.. now I'm the one who's shaking his head. I can't listen to her this time, If I keep doing so I know I'll never leave. I know I'll never run free from this golden cage that we named love.

'I'm sorry, It's over.' And I didn't even stutter this time, It felt like I've been holding those words inside me forever, like I've been meaning to say it for a long time now. A big relief rushing through my veins, as if I could breath properly again.

But she didn't look relieved, she didn't look like it had been taken a big weight off her shoulders like I thought it would. She was silent, still.. It was even frightening. I wanted to turn to her and say something else, my hands even itching to touch her one last time, but I knew it would just make it worse than it was already.

So I went away, with broken wings.—I picked up my dignity, all my pride and I walked out.

But was I doing what was the best for us? wasn't I making it worse? what if I just regret all of this in the future?

I guess I'll never know.

Inspired by the 'Love don't break me' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.

[ I made this, all fanfics posted here are original ideas by me. ]

For as long as I love Tokio Hotel this blog will live.

Don't even think I'll be forgetting about them anyways cause I got their logo forever tattooed on my skin - that's how much I love them.

I plan on becoming relevant on this site, I'd love to see more people join the fandom here. I'm still new to this, but it's being one of the socials I'm being more active on :) here I don't feel judged.

Hello!! I support any activity here, from fics to everything you listed, even edits. I think you need to come back, doing what you think is right, in any case, when everyone finds out that you are back, everyone will support you!

By the way, if someone is bored and lonely, then everyone can look into the new community, it is quiet there, but with the help of each person it can be fixed.

“pa1n-0f-l0ve” is back

I want to still have a place in this fandom and community but I’m not sure what id like to do. I know if I write it won’t do aswell as it did before and I’ll never be as consistent on posting. I’ve considered edits but I’m not the best at editing 🫠

Maybe I can do my “me and Tom” posts again with mood boards/aesthetic that pertain to a certain aesthetic and situation but with all the members.

Help me decide 💔

OH MY GOD MY LUNGS AND HEART HAVE FAILED.. THIS IS THE SPIRIT OF GOD THAT I AUTOMATICALLY FELL TO MY KNEES

I want to see you break like porcelain,

I want your breath to be taken out of your lungs when you see me appear in front of you.

Look at me; fear in your eyes as I'm cooing in your ear.

'It's alright, I'll be done soon.'