hii ! my name is emma and heres a lil intro to my blog :3
what will i write? - honestly, i used to write for tokio hotel when i was a really inexperienced writer so, just dont mind those posts if u scroll down. (i will still be writing for them) send reqs, just not weird shitt! (yk what im talking ab.) + i will not be writing smut for male readers. :>
bands / singers i like - tv girl, tokio hotel, nena, lil skies, and literally all 2021 music, it just scratches my brain right .
interests - tokio hotel, sam and colby, tarayummy, jake webber, fashion, crested geckos (i have one.💕) and makeup.
im married to - @estersxio @delusionalbitch69 and @cstlez so dhmu 😄
ANWAYS, could you do something with drunk bill? not smut, but like bassicly reader picks him up from a party or something and he’s like SUPPERRDUPPERR drunk LOL. and later in the story he’s keeping reader awake by talking so much, and reader just exhausted and so tired of his shit and accidentally tells him to shut the fuck up or something like that. then billy willy starts crying bcs he’s drunk and can’t process and reader just comforts him.
TYSM!! xx
FEELINGS ੈ✩‧₊˚
2008 bill kaulitz x fem!reader
summary : the request :3
warnings: ANGST with comfort!!, reader is grumpy, drunk bill, a lot of swearing, bill gets comfort not the reader...
“what the fuck..?” you muttered under your breath.
your room was completely dark, your phone screen turning on as you received text after text was the only thing that illuminated it.
you tried to shift your position in bed, turning away from the phone.
you tried to ignore the messages.
but they just kept coming to a point where you could no longer ignore the irritating rattle of your phone against your nightstand.
you let out a string of curse words as you shift in your bed once again.
you reach your arm out towards your nightstand and aimlessly grope for your phone until you find it.
you squint your eyes as they adjust to the brightness of your phone, finally seeing who has been disturbing your sleep.
it was your boyfriend.
;- 2:24 am
you and bill had eachothers location, so finding him wasn’t going to be the hard part.
the hard part was going to be trying not to fall asleep at the wheel as your drove to whatever house party bill was attending tonight.
well, trying to get your drunk boyfriend in the car would be hard too, but based on his texts, he would probably be too intoxicated to break free from your arms as you shoved him in the back seat like you have done previously.
-; 2:35 am
you could hear the faint sound of trashy music playing as you pulled into the driveway and right as you exited your car you bee-lined for the front door.
you pounded on the door loudly enough so that people would be able to hear it over the music.
no answer.
“oh-! hiii baby!” a voice said behind you, to which you immediately whipped your head around.
“whatthefuck-“ you stopped when you realized who it was, “bill? why the fuck are you outside?”
“i was jus’ waiting for youu!” he stumbled towards you and smiled.
you shook your head and laughed to yourself in disbelief. how much had he had to drink?
“yeah, okay.” you paused, “we’re going to my house. c’mon”
you grabbed bills arm and led him to the passenger seat, he was trying to open the door while you rummaged around in your purse trying to find your keys, the darkness which surrounded the two of you definitely didn’t help this.
bill kept pulling the door handle.
“bill fucking stop you’re gonna rip the door handle off-..“ you found your keys and unlocked the door.
“m’sorry! i jus wanna-“ he tried to continue talking but you pushed him into his seat as fast as you could and shut the door.
you were so ready to get back in your bed as sleep.
-; 2:40 am
on the drive back to your house, bill stayed mostly quiet.
“are you okay?” you asked him in a concerned tone, “because you’re usually a fucking obnoxious drunk-“
“im not drunk.!.” he looked at you with a very stern expression and you couldn’t help giggle.
“okay.”
-; 2:50 am
when you finally got back to your house you did the same as when you arrived at the frat house.
you immediately bee-lined for the door.
except the difference was you now had a drunk bill following you.
once again fumbling with your keys, you unlocked the door, bill attached to your arm.
“go to the spare room bill, or take the couch, i don’t care.” you said as you hung your jacket and purse back in their designated areas.
“okayyy..” bill obliged, walking down the hallway towards the bedrooms.
you followed after him moments later, walking into your bedroom.
as you went to settle into your bed you saw something that certainly wasn’t one of the many blankets that littered your room.
“bill.”
“hm? oh hi y/n!” you could see his toothy smile at you even in the darkness.
“bill, i said go to the spare room. i actually need to sleep tonight. please, baby.”
“but- but i don’t wanna be alone!” he cried, “i promise i will never ever do this again, please can i just stay in here?”
you thought about shoving him off of your bed and letting him find his way to the spare room, but then you thought about how hard it would be to get him off of the floor once you pushed him off the bed.
so you scratched that idea.
“fine..” you muttered, “but be quiet, okay? can you do that for me?” you kissed him lightly on his sweet alcohol-ridden lips.
he looked at you with drunken eyes and smiled. “okay..”
you smiled at him through the darkness and planted a kiss on his forehead, then continuing to position yourself in a comfortable sleeping position.
after moments of silence, you thought bill had fallen asleep.
but no.
you flinched as he started fidgeting with your hair, although soon after you leaned into the touch as he usually did this to help soothe himself to sleep
then you heard suppressed giggles behind you which soon turned into full-on laughs.
you tried to ignore him, thinking it would end soon.
but once again, no.
“bill, stop.” you would whisper, but he couldn’t.
he brought his hand up to cover his mouth.
big mistake.
the hand he intended to cover his mouth with was the one he had tangled up in your hair, which led to him accidentally tugging on your hair as he brought it up to his mouth.
“bill what the fuck!? - ow!” you whipped back at him, “that was my fucking hair!”
you rubbed the back of your head where bill had tugged to soothe the pain, muttering to yourself as you did so.
bill didn’t utter a word.
you stared into his pitiful eyes and spat many insults at him before grabbing a stray pillow and smacking it between the two of you.
that had to keep him from disrupting your sleep, right?
not right.
the giggles that you heard behind your back minutes ago had now turned into small whimpers.
the bed shook behind you as bill whined out an unsteady breath.
he had to be messing with you.
you turned around for the final time, about to completely snap, “bill can you just fucking-“
you fell silent and stared into bills eyes which were somehow even more pitiful than before.
his makeup was not yet running down his face but it was smudged under his eyes, a streak of the black shadow ran up into his hairline where he had presumably wiped it.
bill sat up, but that didn’t keep him from breaking down. “i didn’t mean to pull your hair..!!” he hid his head in his hands, sobbing into them.
“oh bill…” you almost started crying seeing the state that he was in. how could you have made your own boyfriend feel like this?
you removed the pillow that you had put between the two of you, discarding it onto the floor as you practically scooped bill up in your arms.
you hugged him tightly as he sobbed into your shoulder.
“i- im so sorry!!” he whined out almost incomprehensibly. he was a drunk, sobbing mess.
“bill.. please don’t apologize..” you stroked the back of his head, gently combing through his rough black hair.
“do you still love me?” his manicured nails dug into your shoulders nervously as he waited for a response.
your heart sunk as his words. had you made him feel like you didn’t love him?
you moved your arms to wrap firmly around bills torso, pulling him flush against you.
you held him tightly, holding back tears of your own as you rested your chin on his head.
“bill..” you trailed off, moving your head away from his as you gently tried to get him to meet your gaze. “i love you so much.. i’m sorry for snapping. really. i’m so fucking sorry. i’m just so tired and-“
bill cut you off by smashing his head into your chest, “i really didnt mean to hurt you.. i was just trying to go to sleep..”
“i know you didn’t mean to hurt me bill.. its really okay.”
you felt bill nod into your chest, the poor boy was so tired and he was just trying to soothe himself to sleep.
imagine subby tom who grabs desperately at your hips while you make out. he just cant wait to get in your pants lol
poor boy is soo fucking desperate :[
imagine subby tom who suggests a simple little movie night and thinks hes sneaking while grinding his hard on against your thigh under the blankets.
you would try to ignore him and push him off telling him, "baby.. remember what i said about being patient?"
but his little whines were too hard to ignore, the way he tried so hard to stifle them but couldnt. god, it threw you over the edge.
needless to say you ended up giving him a handjob.
of course, you made him clean up his own mess for being so impatient :3
imagine subby tom who just gropes and kisses at your tits while he lays on your chest.
hell if this is whore is feeling extra freaky he will pop one im his mouth
he fucking loves your tits and i will stand on this
imagine subby tom that sends you picture of his aching buldge with the caption "i miss u so much :("
anytime he did this you couldnt help but pull out your little bullet vibrator that you kept tucked away in your top drawer and send him a video of you using it.
poor boy is so needy why not help him once in a while?
imagine sub tom who looves trailing right behind u like a little puppy :[
this man loves you too much he just wants to follow behind you everywhere and listen to every command you give him.
he would just lean over your shoulder and hold your sides as you did anything, wether that be cooking or simply just texting on your phone.
almost same thought as the last but imagine subby tom who gets pussy drunk sooo quick!! he just cant contain himself!!
he would get on his knees, kissing over your clothed pussy begging to make his girl feel good.
your boyfriend was annoying the shit out of you. you had been in the car with him for thirteen hours at this point.
he thought it would be fun to go on a road trip instead of a plane, saying, “It will be a new experience!” and, “It would be a good time for us to bond!”
“we aren’t already bonded enough?” you would retort.
and now you are here. in the passenger seat longing to get out of this hot, crammed car.
you don’t know how you can last six more hours in this enclosed space with him.
you asked him for aux?
ignored?
you ask him for some of his candy?
he shoves it in his mouth, smiling at you as he finishes the last bite.
what has gotten into him? was it the lack of sleep from the previous night of driving? was it the coffee from the hotel?
“tom you are so fucking annoying today!”
you shout over his loud music as he had turned it up the last time you asked for him to play a different song.
“suck my dick!” he shouts between the lyrics he was obnoxiously singing.
he dances around playfully in his seat and you huff, turning away from him and crossing your arms.
your thoughts start to linger as you stare at the open road, your eyes following cars as they pass by.
what would it be like to suck toms dick right now? would it suck the annoyingness out of him too?
jesus christ, maybe the hotel coffee was getting to you too.
or maybe it was just the urge to fuck your boyfriend.
“do you really want me to, tom?” you spoke over his music.
“do i really— what?”, he turned to you for a moment, giving you a perplexed stare and turning the volume of his music down before looking back onto the road.
“do you really want me to suck your dick?” you blatantly said, staring right at tom, who kept his gaze fixed on the road in front of him.
“babe— what?” he repeated.
“jesus christ you are fuckin’ deaf,” you let out a breathy laugh to yourself at toms confusion, “let me just show you—“
unbuckling your seatbelt, you climb over the center console and snake yourself towards toms seat, situating yourself under the steering wheel, between toms legs.
tom was shifting in confusion as you did this, muttering small what the fuck?'s under his breath.
“babe, what’re you doing..?” his voice trailed off as he connected the dots.
you grabbed the waist of his sweatpants, he lifted his hips up to make it easier for you to take them off, he was very compliant for someone acting so confused.
“what if someone sees us?!” he diverts his gaze away from the road as he says this.
“they will get jealous that you have such an amazing girlfriend.”
he scoffed.
you took his boxers off.
-
tom gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles so white they were nearly blue.
he sucked in a shallow breath between his teeth and swallowed thickly, the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock was enough to make him cum.
you kept up your fast, desperate pace with your mouth.
he tasted so fucking good.
you moaned around toms beautifully hard cock as you moved your head forward, taking tom all the way.
he took one hand off of the wheel, bringing it down the back of your head and taking a fist full of your hair.
he held your head down on his sweet cock, making your muscles constrict around toms cock as you gagged, your eyes watering.
he let out a guttural moan as you fully took in his pretty length.
“f-fuck baby im s’close!” he takes his hand off of your head, too lost in the pleasure to hold it there any longer.
he tried to keep his eyes open as his climax neared.
you take your mouth of off him with a ‘pop!’
“why’d y’stop?” he whined, looking down at you then hastily looking back up. “you tease me too much..”
“aww, sweet boy can’t take a little bit of fun?” you chuckled, looking straight into his eyes which stayed on the road. you couldn’t tell if it was because he was actually focusing on driving, or if he was too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.
but your attention quickly diverted from his eyes onto his cock as it twitched, just longing for your touch.
tom bit his bottom lip, fidgeting with his lip ring.
his hands kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, which he tried so hard to keep from snaking down towards his cock and pleasuring himself.
you couldn’t help but smile at how patient he was being.
“hey, tom.” you said casually, “look at me.”
he did as you said, reluctantly “wha-?”
you quickly gripped his cock and brought it towards your mouth, using all the strength in your body to suck him off perfectly.
you swirled your tongue around him, flattening it out every so often.
“holyfuckingshit!” he breathed, “im so fucking close--! mphh- please!”
he was so sensitive he could cum any second now.
you knew it.
he definitely knew it.
you pushed the most of toms cock in your mouth as you could, and with one final moan of your name tom shot his hot seed right into the back of your throat.
the pressure of the seatbelt on toms abdomen as he strained his hips made him whine as he rode out his intense high.
he threw his head against the seat, jaw hanging slack.
his body bucked forward as you took your mouth off of him.
“so if i want head like this again, all i have to do is annoy you?”
