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call me maybe | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex situation-ship knows how to manipulate herself back into your life, her motives however are masked by her nonchalant demeanour.

warnings. nonchalant billie, making out, confusing storyline lowk, haven’t started pt2

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- 2 years ago -

her eyes had been what captured your attention throughout the night. her gaze seemed to linger longer than it should, indicating her interest and therefore sparking curiosity in you. and something you couldn’t deny; she was gorgeous.

“where’s your friend?” her smooth voice pulled you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to your ongoing conversation.

“she ditched like twenty minutes after we got here, i haven’t seen her since.” you put it almost humorously, anticipating a full recap of her night when you’d call her in the morning.

“you’re not worried?” the girl seemed genuinely curious to know, clearly taking interest in the dynamic of your friendship, in the events of the night, in you.

“i was, the first time. i’ve gotten used to it. she’ll get home in one piece and rave about her night tomorrow morning.” she smiled at the fact you could foresee the outcome of your friend’s disappearance in the club, almost as if it were a habit.

“it’s kinda shitty that she ditched you, not a very good wingwoman. though i doubt you find it hard.” she subtly hinted at real reason behind her interest. it was easy to tell with her, there was no doubt in your mind that she’d be into girls. but you wondered if she’d assumed the same about you.

“what? like getting girls?” you’d given her the confirmation, to eliminate any uncertainty. and for a split second, you could swear you saw a small smile creep onto her lips.

“girls huh?” she put it as if she was somewhat surprised.

“what?” you questioned the look on her face.

“i just didn’t think id get that lucky.” she smirked and you felt your insides flutter.

“what do you mean?” you asked her to clarify, really just wanting her to put it into words.

“i know i just met you,” she paused for a second, pulling out her phone, “but here’s my number.” she tapped her phone against yours to transfer your contact, and you turned it on so that you could accept it.

billie eilish, that was her name.

- present -

it was her eyes that had been the main point of recognition. they were unmistakable, cold yet sultry, a perfect combination for a perfect disaster. you’d known it all too well.

“billie.” her tight lips turned upwards slightly, pleased with your greeting. after all, it had only been a few months since you’d broken things off with her. and somehow, you ended up missing her.

“babe, this is a surprise.” she never could remain serious, and you’d been grateful in the moment as it eased the awkwardness you’d been anticipating.

“yeah, i didn’t expect to see you here.” you were awfully bad at small talk, and she chuckled, likely recognising this.

“you make it sound like something bad?” she pouted dramatically and you couldn’t help smiling, blushing even.

“no, no it’s a good thing. it’s good to see you.” she bit her lip, as if pondering on a comical response.

“oh yeah? how good?” she smirked and your breath hitched.

“stop it.” you looked away from her but she reached for your face and pulled your chin up, to meet her eyes again. those fucking eyes.

“stop what?” she was grinning, a smile so wicked it made your insides burn.

“we tried, we don’t work.” your rational thoughts finally made an appearance with your confrontation.

“that’s where you’re so wrong.” her face was dangerously close to yours. her lips almost brushing yours.

“billie.” you tried to interrupt her actions, you were obviously heading in a direction you’d find difficult to navigate out of.

“shh.” she pressed her finger up to your lips, her ring resting against the skin of your chin before it disappeared, and her lips were on yours. her hips pressing against yours as the cool metal of her rings returned, resting on your neck this time.

“bil-” she didn’t let you pull away, wouldn’t let you speak. and when her hands traveled down to your ass, and her tongue met your own, you snapped back into reality.

“billie.” you were breathing heavily.

“what?” you were shaking your head, backing away from her.

“i can’t do this again.” her brows let their furrowed state and she moved to place her hands back on your figure, gently.

“sure you can. we can do it right this time.” her words were so promising you almost fell for them. but you didn’t reply, just escaping her grasp and turning away.

“where do you think you’re going, baby?” the term of endearment stung, an unpleasant twinge in your heart you couldn’t quite place.

“call me.” her smirk, dripping with confidence, aggravated you in a way no one else could. she’d leave you thinking about her for days to come, and she knew it. you could still feel her on your lips.

“maybe.” her eyebrows raised at your response, but you didn’t stay to hear her, no doubt, witty response.

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Idk if this is weird but would you write smt where billie has a mommy kink? pls and thxxx

here you go babeee, i know it’s not really like focused on this but i hope it’s chill x

don’t wanna be your fan

A LOT CAN HAPPEN IN THE DARK

WON'T TAKE A LOT TO GET YOU GOIN'...

I'M SORRY IF IT'S TORTURE, THOUGH.

Handprints dragged down the foggy mirror. Ragged breaths fell from lips. Skin slapping came from in between your bodies. Echoing. Reverberating. Consuming. It was consuming the little to no space between the two of you.

Her hands couldn't grip onto anything, trying and failing to grab the one thing that was in front of her. The mirror. It was the mirror that showed every dirty thing you'd done to her and that she'd done to you. It didn't miss a single whisper, breath, or quiet whimper.

Your ring-clad hands ran along the sides of her body, squeezing her breasts before moving up towards her shoulders. You massaged them gently, eliciting even louder moans from the small girl bent over the bathroom counter.

"Wan'... Wanna, mm..." She babbles, eyes rolling back as the ridges of the fake cock brush her walls perfectly. She smacks her hand onto the glass mirror, drooling in the sink as she tries her hardest to hold back her release.

Spit dribbles down her chin as she hangs her head low, quickly fixing it as your hand wraps around her throat. You play with the hair at the nape of her neck, smiling at her strangled breaths, "What d'you want, pretty?"

She pushes her ass back against your front, letting out a breathy moan as she feels the sticky liquid spill onto your cock. You've consumed all her senses, all her thoughts being solely focused on you and you only. She just spoke in quick breaths, "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Fuuck—Mhhm.. thank you, thank... thanks," She breathes, huffing in an attempt to catch her breath, though it isn't even worth it. Your hips continue to snap against her ass, your cock sliding in her pussy so effortlessly, you didn't feel the need to even slow down.

Her eyes meet yours in the foggy mirror, yours lust-blown and still wanting more, her own blue eyes tired and also blown with lust. Your movements seemed endless. Because they were, almost. You'd been at this since the clock struck midnight and Halloween was officially here.

You'd just come back from a party, dragging Billie along with you to the shower. Neither of you had even stepped foot in the shower, though, only getting your clothes off. When you looked at the clock and it was 12am on the dot, you couldn't help yourself anymore. And it didn't help that she wore a slutty little outfit to the party.

"Still.." You sigh, breath shaky. Her whiny cries of your name just made shivers run all across your body, especially the space between your legs, "Need more of those pretty... pretty noises, Bills."

All she does (and all she can do) is nod, breathing in sharply as she feels your hips smack against her ass rougher. The bathroom door is wide open, and, despite the fact that only you and her lived in the house, her mind told her otherwise. It just felt so dirty, so evil. Insane, even.

"Only us," you mutter, lips grazing her earlobe as you whisper into her ear, "Forever." You punctuate your words with slow, deep thrusts, "'Till we die." Another deep thrust, and her eyes roll back, "Together."

Her knees are weak, and when she almost slips off the counter, your hands slither down her body and hold her waist to stabilize her. Your grip is bruising, like if you let go, you'll never be able to hold her again. And you wanted to hold her. Forever.

"You can't even stand, I'm fuckin' you that good?" You tease, a devious smile on your face as you lean over her body, leaving a trail of kisses from her shoulder, up her neck, and back to her lips.

Billie nods once again, letting out an endless babble that quickly turns into a whimper as you grab a fistful of her hair. Her red roots show as you tug her back softly, eliciting a sweet moan from her part.

"Say it."

"'Mmh... fucking—fucking me s'good, babygirl!"

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omg, baby, sameeee 🤭🤭

<3

but you didn't say 'hi' back... 😑

hiiiiiii i’m sorryy🩷

now stop making me nervous 😰🫣

did you break up with him? | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. you cheated on your boyfriend with billie, so she asks you to break up with him. when you see her at an event, she comes to see if you’ve fulfilled your promise.

warnings. smut kinda, fingering, harsh words/ degrading, mean billie.

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“there you are, pretty.” billies voice interrupted your conversation with your boyfriend. your cheeks burned up at the sound of her voice. you excused yourself from the conversation and he merely smiled and walked away, not a clue in the world.

“billie.” you said directly, no real point to the greeting.

“have you been avoiding me?” she came closer to you, resting an arm on the high table. her eyes doing the flirting for her.

“no? it’s not really socially acceptable to go up to your ex at an event your attending with your boyfriend.” she just smiled at your defence, invalidating it without having to speak.

“an ex your fucking, might i add.” she said this so openly that you scolded her, though her smile never faltered.

“ashamed?” she asked, the tone condescending.

“no.” her eyebrows lifted slightly at the response before the surprise left her face.

“good. at least one things changed.” she pulled you by the arm, forcing you to follow her wherever she was heading.

“billie.” the protest came out hushed, not wanting to catch attention or cause a stir.

“shut up.” she weaved her way through the tables, glaring at anyone who looked puzzled at your weak struggles.

“god would you stop moving.” you’d arrived in the girls bathroom and she’d pushed you into an empty stall, not checking to see if you were alone. she didn’t care.

“what the fuck billie?” you questioned her actions but she rolled her eyes before forcefully kissing you. she held the back of your head so that it wouldn’t press to hard against the wall while she basically sucked your lips off. there was nothing sweet about the kiss, nothing sweet about her grip on your hips. it was all rough and aggressive. out of either anger or frustration, you couldn’t exactly decipher it.

“you don’t learn, baby.” she shook her head softly, biting her lip while staring you down. your hair was already disheveled, and your lip gloss smudged. she spun you around and brought her body to yours, her firm grip on your head pushing your cheek into the wall.

“billie.” it was an empty cry, meant to achieve nothing.

“cry all you want, you’ll take what i give you.” her hand bunched up your dress so that it rested on your hips, exposing your underwear. her fingers traced circles around your covered entrance, but the fabric was so thin it drove you wild. you arched your back as her hands left your head, moving to your neck.

“so wet, baby.” she remarked as her fingers dipped past your underwear to find you practically dripping for her. she pinched your clit without warning, then moved her fingers to your entrance, circling it. you moaned louder than you’d wanted to and she squeezed your neck.

“be fucking quiet, you don’t want someone running over to your boyfriend. tell him who’s fucking you in the bathroom huh?” you were about to form words but her two fingers dove into you, stretching you out.

“such a slut, you should be ashamed.” her words were aggressive but it did nothing to lessen the growing knot in your stomach. one ready to come undone any minute.

her fingers took residence in your mouth, in attempt to quieten your whimpers. her body kept you flush against the wall of the bathroom stall, her fingers plunged deep into your wet cunt keeping you defenceless. drool started to pool out of your mouth but you couldn’t stop it, her fingers going deeper, brushing against the back of your throat making you gag.

“when you break up with him it’ll be my dick your gagging on and drooling for, baby.”

“did you break up with him?” she asked, referring to your boyfriend who she’d seen you with earlier tonight. it was an answer she obviously knew, but she wanted it to come from you. your muffled cries didn’t seem to provide an answer.

“hm? tell me.” her fingers were still deep in your mouth, contradicting her words. it took every ounce of strength in you to shake your head as she made a sound of disapproval. your walls were clenching around her fingers but she just kept curling them in all the right ways. you couldn’t think straight.

“didn’t think so.” her hand left your mouth and it took you a while to process what had happened, your mind in such a haze it couldn’t comprehend. but you weren’t bouncing on her fingers anymore. in fact, when you turned to look at billie, she was sucking your wetness off them, reminding you of your denied orgasm.

“billie, what the fuck?” you whined, you stared at you, her face void of emotion but her eyes dark and daunting. her fingers left her mouth with a pop as she poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

“hm?” her tone was innocent, as if unaware of the problem.

“you can’t leave me hanging!” you whined desperately while she silently revelled in it.

“you’re not my girl anymore, it’s not my problem. go ask your boyfriend to finish the job, i bet he can’t.” she shrugged her shoulders and unlocked the door to the bathroom stall. you were left utterly speechless.

“call me when you break up with him.”

part 3

about to change the way my entire blog looks

watch out 🫣

i just finished the second part to the stalker fic and i didn’t save it.

it’s all gone…

FUCK MY LIFEEEE BRO

i’ll write it again 😔

could u do smth dom!billie where she’s like begging reader to let her eat her pussy like desperate 🙏🧎

enjoy, angel ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

let me eat this.

"fuck, just let me!" your girlfriend growls as you tease her and don't let her touch you. you pressed your foot against her chest, stopping her. you kept her at a distance from your body, just because you liked it.

billie was in charge, she had so much influence over you that you just let her push you onto the kitchen counter. she was going to eat you out until you couldn't take anymore, but where are you now? you control her and she won't dare disobey you. she will wait patiently until you let her touch you, and then she will deal with you.

"how bad do you want this?" your voice was so calm that it was starting to irritate her. how can you stay calm when your girlfriend is going crazy with how much she wants to fuck you? "you've got to be kidding me, right, babe?" she grabs your ankles roughly, leaning over your body. your legs are now on her shoulders, and her lips are inches away from your pussy.

"give me fucking consent to eat you" she looks at you with her beautiful blue eyes and you giggle. so dominant, yet so submissive to your words. you giggle and bite your lip, moving your hips a little closer to her. "u can…"

your two words are enough for her to put her tongue into you, showing you who's boss now.

a/n - this is very short and bad because i am dead tired

requests open !!

hey😊😊😊 can you do a smut where billie and reader are recording them getting freaky and then after when billie is performing oxytocin the visuals are before they get too into it yk somewhat like the visuals she had during the concert last night and reader is gagged but not mad bc they made jokes of billie making it the visuals but she didn’t think she’d do it gxg freaky scissoring and strap idk and yeah 😊😊

this one’s WILD i can’t lie to you

‘wanna make you yell

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oh also, to my american followers, i love you all deeply. you’re so important to me, i’m here if you need absolutely anything.

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