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i’ll trade you | c.sweet

cairo sweet x fem!reader

context. you ask a pretty girl for a cigarette, she asks for something in return.

warnings. smoking, tobacco usage, flirting.

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you debated going up to her, tapping her on the shoulder to ask for a cigarette. that was before she turned around, a cloud of smoke escaping her slightly reddened lips. she was fucking gorgeous. and it rendered her extremely intimidating. the craving however, wasn’t even slightly bearable when the familiar scent drifted to where you were standing.

“i genuinely hate to ask, but could i get a cigarette?” your heart was beating impossibly fast, as you planted your feet in front of the brunette. her eyebrows raised slightly before she scanned your body, and returned to stare you in the eyes.

“i’ll trade you.” she said simply, before bringing the cigarette back up to her lips. she didn’t bother elaborating, she wanted you to ask.

“what do you want?” you were hesitant in asking the question, not quite sure which way it would go.

“your number.” her lips pulled up to the side as she took another hit from her cigarette, the cool winter air accentuating the amount of smoke she exhaled.

“my phone number?” you were slightly taken aback. not only was she interested in girls, she was interested in you.

“no, i want your social security number in exchange for a cigarette.” she replied sarcastically, choked laughter as she spoke.

“sorry it just wasn’t expected, i thought you’d just say no and tell me to fuck off.” her smile widened as she reached for her bag, presumably to pull out her pack of cigarettes.

“i’m sorry, did you want me to?” she teased, now holding the pack in her hands as your eyes drifted towards it.

“no? of course not.” she raised an eyebrow as you made no move to give her your number.

“well? what’s it gonna be?” her finger tapped the pack in her hand as she took the last drag of her own cigarette before putting it out.

“wait you’re serious?” she chuckled at the question.

“dead serious. i saw you looking at me from your spot underneath the tree, so what are you waiting for?” she’d clocked you before you’d even come over.

“yeah i’ll put it into your phone.” you put your palm out in front of her as she placed her unlocked phone in your hand.

“great.” she opened her pack and pulled out a cigarette before closing it and returning it to her bag.

“thanks a ton.” she bit her lip before handing it to you. then she watched you walk away in search for your lighter before you stopped and realised you’d have to back and ask her for one.

“fuck i’m sorry, could i borrow a lighter?” she grinned before shuffling her hands inside her jacket pocket before they went still and she was grasping her lighted.

“i’ll trade you.” she repeated.

“this time it’s my social security number you want?” you joked and she laughed softly.

“guarantee that you’ll go out with me.” there was a hint of arrogance in her voice that you failed to miss, but nevertheless you found yourself agreeing.

“okay, i’ll go out with you..”

“cairo.” she finished for you.

“cairo, i’ll go out with you cairo.” you cupped your hands around the cigarette as she lit it for you.

“perfect, i’ll look forward to it.” she shoved the lighter in her pocket and walked away.

Break up with him was soo good!!! Do you plano on making a sequel? Also, what os your wattapad?? Need tô read more of your stuff

i don’t have a wattpad sorry 💔

i can lowkey write a sequel though, in the near future x

show them you’re mine | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. since you’re recent album, you’ve been getting a lot of attention on social media, needless to say billie, your girlfriend, got quite jealous.

warnings. jealousy, slight fluff, slight angst, smut, fingering, hickies.

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“baby, look at how they’re thirsting over you. don’t they know you’re in a relationship?” billie was scrolling through twitter, uncertain of the outcome of your recent rise to fame. she had decided this was the best way to kill the time as the both of you waited to go on stage, you, being the opening act.

“as a matter of fact they don’t.” you’d found the humour in her words at the fact that your relationship was private.

“it’s not funny.” she huffed, her sigh notably overdramatic.

“it’s cute to see you jealous, babe. but you know i’d never want any of them, only you.” she smiled slightly at the reassurance, but couldn’t admit the true extent of her feelings towards the comments.

“i’m not jealous, i just find it slightly ridiculous.”she crossed her arms, turning off her phone in attempt to block out the endless stream of tweets.

“you find it ridiculous that people are thirsting over me?” you teased her and panic flooded her features for a moment.

“no of course not, angel. i just don’t like people talking about you like that. it’s reserved for me.” she dipped her head sideways and kissed the side of your lips. your smirk however, didn’t falter.

“what if i like the attention?” her cold eyes squinted at you, as if to test if she’d heard you correctly.

“i can give you more than enough attention, you don’t need it from them.” she kissed your jaw, repeatedly, your sighs; content.

“mm, i’d like some of that attention now.” you admitted as she raised her eyebrows. she’d never be one to refuse a request like that.

“oh yeah? where do you want it?” she bit her lip momentarily, eyeing you below her.

“you know where i want it bils.” a whine of impatience, her hands roaming your body in all the places you didn’t need her most.

“need to hear you say it, darling.” the term of endearment only teased you further.

“i need you to get me off.” you admitted and she smirked, yet not completely satisfied.

“how?” she said simply, earning a groan of frustration.

“i don’t care, with your fingers, your mouth, anything billie.” you begged, just wanting her touch, her comfort. her wicked smile couldn’t help but turn you on.

“do you think if i recorded you begging me to touch you they’d take a hint?” she cocked her head sideways, returning to the topic of the previous conversation. her words were filthy and they made you grow desperate.

“billie.” you whined and she raised an eyebrow, still failing to do anything. “i don’t care about them, i just want you.” she looked into your eyes, and the moment could almost be mistaken as sweet. before she rushed to the straps of your shirt, pulling them down enough to expose your entire chest. her lips met yours, as her actions almost met your needs. she smiled into the kiss, as she fumbled with your skirt, bunching it up and pulling away from the kiss to grip the hem of your underwear. however, she didn’t pull them down, instead, she just kept her hand there.

“billie.” you said in between kisses.

“mhm.” she replied not breaking away, not letting you speak. so instead you voiced your request by tugging on her shirt, indicating you wanted it off. but instead of complying with your demands, she shook her head. her lips left yours, giving you space to breathe, as she moved onto your neck.

“fuck, bils.” the moan left you as soon as she began sucking the skin of your neck, her lips hadn’t left it in minutes. she worked down your neck and closer to your cleavage, taking her sweet time. she knew what she was doing by ignoring where you needed her most, and she loved your desperate state.

“billiee.” the whine fell on deaf ears, as she continued attacking your neck until she had the area covered in bruises, tainting your skin purple. when she finally finished, she sat up, admiring her work.

“are you done?” you asked as her gaze shifted to yours and you met eyes. she grinned, and your smile dropped slightly. “what?” you asked sternly as she giggled.

“just wait until you see what i’ve done to your neck.” if it was bad now, it would be even worse by the time the show starts. before you could get up to go check she pushed you back down, shaking her head slowly. her hands moved to your inner thighs as your breaths became uneven and the hickeys forgotten. she was giving you what you wanted, but she’d make sure it was slow.

before you could complain, she shut you up with her lips. her hands roamed your clothed pussy as she swallowed every one of your moans, soaking in the feeling of your pleasure. it took her a while to finally take your underwear off and dip through your folds. but when she did, she groaned at what she found.

“who are you so fucking wet for baby?” she purred onto your lips before stopping her movements when you didn’t answer. a whine left your lips.

“mm, you of course.” it was all you could manage to get out in this foggy state. she circled your clit, pinching and applying pressure in all the right places as you squirmed in her embrace.

“say my name, darling.” she whispered in your ear, sending shivers throughout your body, and clouding your mind.

“it’s all for you billie.” it was more of a chant than anything else and she drunk it in like it was her lifeline. finally satisfied, she sunk her two fingers in as you bit your lip out of fear of screaming. you made eye contact with her, and those hooded eyes could’ve made you cum like that.

her fingers worked they’re way deeper as she curled them and used her thumb to fondle your clit. the string of moans leaving your mouth were filthy, only urging her to thrust her fingers harder and deeper, getting you off like you wanted her to.

“feel you tightening around my fingers baby, are you that desperate to cum already?” she mocked, her smirk revealing the glittering gems on her teeth. “well?” she repeated, waiting for an answer, grabbing your chin harshly when she didn’t get one.

“yeah bils.” you kissed her again, drinking in her sweet taste as you came all over her fingers, mouth agape as she bit your bottom lip. she loved seeing you like this. as you came down from your high, she pulled out her fingers as you clenched on nothing, wincing just slightly. her fingers came up to your mouth as you let them slide in, sucking your cum off her fingers while she stared at you. her eyes were still dark, wanting more than she was letting on.

“are you still jealous?” you asked her.

“i won’t be tonight.” she smirked as you got up to look at yourself in the mirror. surprisingly your makeup had held up well, although you’d probably have to redo your hair. what definitely took the cake was your neck. it was covered in dark purple hickeys.

“billie what the fuck?” you exclaimed, a little angry.

“what? i wanted to show them you’re mine.” she chuckled, which only earned her a glare.

“well you definitely got what you wanted, im not even going to have time to cover them up properly.” you huffed, but she clung to your waist kissing your neck softly, smiling proudly in the mirror.

just sorted through my drafts

HOLY CRAP there was a ton of shitty ideas in there

stay quiet, baby | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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your lip was about to bleed. billie’s fingers so deep in your cunt she had you gripping the table while she chatted with the others seated with you at the grammys. you hoped your cheeks weren’t too flushed but the lights were so dim it was unlikely anyone would catch it. your hand gripped hers under the table, silently begging her to stop, yet silently pleading her to go harder.

“billie.” her name was merely a breath but she heard it and broke away from the conversation she was in to lean into your ear.

“stop squirming around, would you? unless you want me to stop?” you were so close yet so sweetly far from release.

“mm.” a shaky and broken moan, gave her the answer she was looking for.

“you’ve got to stay quiet, baby.” her lips left your ear as she excused her abrupt absence from the conversation. she positioned her body differently so that she had more access to your heat. your thighs were a mess as she continued teasing your folds under the table. you struggled to keep quiet, her hand continuing its abuse. your mind was foggy and your thoughts incoherent. all you could focus on was your grip on her hand, and your grip on the table. your lips were peeling apart at your teeth, as you painfully attempted to keep quiet.

“too much of a slut to keep quiet babe, huh?” you hadn’t realised her face come back towards you, breaking away from the conversation again. you were too focused on keeping your tattered lips intact, your knuckles growing white from your harsh grip on the table.

“answer me.” she broke you away from your thoughts, curling her fingers upwards. your breaths were jagged and uneven.

“mhm.” her pace didn’t falter however, at the small mumble that fell from your lips. the knot in your stomach tightened until it snapped all at once, hitting you so hard you let out a loud gasp, which you later disguised as pain from hitting your leg on the leg of the table. your eyes were wide, brimmed with tears of pent up frustration that you refused to let fall. she gave you a wicked smirk before turning towards the stage as the event started, licking your wetness of her fingers discretely.

this isn’t meant in a rude way or anything but pls make a masterlist or navigation pls i cba to scroll through your entire page 😩

love your writing though

i swear it’s cominggg im just too lazy

ilomilo | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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the worlds a little blurry,

her comfort was the last thing you’d want to lose, a gift meant to be kept, and cherished. for as long as you knew her it was always just that, you, and her.

god knows what the fight was about. it was always the same bullshit. an excuse to fight about something to avoid your own personal insecurities.

“where did you go?” she’d call, through the phone, hurt, tired.

“billie…” a breathless sigh, accepting your inevitable return to her, welcoming it.

“it’s cold, come back home, baby.” her voice coaxed you into turning around. so soothing it made you miss her already.

and when your shadow cascaded on her doorstep, making your presence known, she opened the door, taking you in her arms.

“god, i’m so sorry.” her scent took over your senses, as you took in her features. you’d missed her, having her like this. you hadn’t felt this in weeks.

“i’m so sorry too, bils. i just wanted to protect you.” her smile faltered, a small frown taking place.

“you don’t need to worry, my love.”

or maybe it’s my eyes

wildflower | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

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since the moment you’d met she’d felt drawn to you, more than someone should to their friend’s girlfriend. and in return, you could never shake the feeling you’d gone for the wrong girl.

“i love you.” the words hit you hard, in a place you’d rather keep reserved. you were flooding with emotions from the breakup, and her confession only strengthened the sinking feeling in your gut.

“billie, you can’t feel this way. not for me.” her heart broke, and so did yours. it was the first time you’d spoken the truth, after so long. so many lingering stares, so many unexplained pauses and touches that would last a second longer than they should. it had all built up to this moment. and now, it came crashing down.

“don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way.” she was deflecting from the true problem, finding different reasons for why you couldn’t be together in attempt to fix them. because what really kept you apart, couldn’t be avoided.

“of course i do, but you know why we can’t happen.” her hand was in yours, afraid to let go.

“i know we can’t, but it hurts. if only you’d met me first.” she spoke it as if it’d haunted her for the past few months. you felt at fault for breaking her heart, but it wasn’t right of you to pursue her. and it wasn’t right of her to pursue you.

“it’ll stay with you forever, you won’t be able to shake her from your mind.” putting it that way made her truly realise what a betrayal it would be.

“i know. we can’t cross that line.” those were the last words she spoke. the numbness settling in.

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