Scared I’m Gonna Get A Rep If I Keep Disappearing Like This 🤧

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.

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Umm okay first off, sooo in love with your writing!! Binging it everyday lol 👀 buuttt I’ve been having this recurring thought of r and Billie. And I was wondering if you would wanna bring it to life?! This is what I’ve been thinking, Billie and r are kinda new to dating each other, and they are slowly starting to try new things and R is slightly shy about the idea of getting ontop. Billie’s favorite thing is grinding and Billie has been fantasizing and dreaming about r straddling her and grinding herself against Billie. It makes Billie absolutely feral. And one night Billie and r are getting spicy and Billie can’t help but let it slip out of wanting r on top of her. R does and as she’s slowly grinding she looks down and Billie is completely losing it. Her eyes are hazed over as fuck. Her lip is in between her teeth trying desperately to fight back not only the smirk working its way across her face but the moans deep in the back of her throat. Seeing Billie that turned on by her actions r starts to fully go for it and soon her hands grip Billie’s torso. Her back arching as she whimpers out for Billie. Her hips rocking slow and hard against Billie. Billie can’t contain her moans anymore as she grips r hips and grinds up against r. And if you’re feeling generous please pretty please add lots of make outs 😩😍

Asking kindly,

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hey babess, I was already working on something similar so here you go 🫶

on top of me

I'm freaking lil out 😇

That sounds... a little odd ANYWAYS

my stalker | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your stalker isn’t too happy about the police report you’d just filed.

warnings. stalker billie, harsh words, physical struggle

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the drive back from the police station was nerve racking. every turn you took you felt like someone was watching you. like she was watching you. your paranoia had overtaken your life as you watched every step you took, constantly checking your surroundings and double locking the door. you were scared, and she loved it.

the buzz of your phone interrupted your hasty movements to get out of your car. you waited until you had gotten inside, double locking the door of course, before answering.

“hello?” you didn’t recognise the number but you’d assumed it was the guy you met last night at a party. you’d left him your number since he was hitting on you.

“well that wasn’t very nice of you, was it?” her voice was deep, somewhat angry. and it took everything in you not to scream and panic.

“stay the fuck away from me you psycho!” you yelled through the phone, not hanging up though, wanting to hear her response.

“it’s in your best interest to be kinder to me, baby. i’m not here to hurt you.” here. here. here?

“i’m going to call the police if i see you in my garden again.” you peeked out of the window, scanning the bushes.

“oh please, give me more credit.” this time, the voice didn’t come from your phone, it came from behind you and you spun around in a quick movement to dodge her arm that was reaching for you. however, you weren’t quick enough, as her other arm pulled you back towards her. she pushed you against the wall, her hands pinning you in place and her strength defeating you.

“what on earth do you want from me?” you held her eye contact, masking your ever growing fear. she seemed surprised. you couldn’t make out her features completely due to the darkness. her eyes however, were captivating all the same.

“i want you to stop reporting me to the police, it’s annoying.” she pressed into you, pinning your face in place with her hypnotising eyes.

“maybe don’t stalk me.” you suggested and she rolled her eyes.

“you’re scared of me. i can tell.”

“well what did you expect exactly? a hug and a kiss?” it seemed to be that pissing her off more was the strategy you were going with.

“don’t be afraid of me. i’m what you need.” she whispered on your cheek. “i can hear your heart beating. calm down baby.” you squirmed in her arms, trying to fight her grip but she only pushed you back harder. however soft her words were, her actions never matched. her face was still impossibly close to yours as she waited for a response.

“nothing to say?” she commented, teasing you for your sudden silence.

“fuck you.” you moved quickly, catching her by surprise and getting past her grip to reach for your phone. she was quicker however, grabbing it and shoving it in her back pocket.

“what the fuck.. stalker.” you contemplated on what you should call her. she simply chuckled at what you came up with.

“it’s billie.” she clarified her name.

“i don’t care, give me my phone.” she kept her distance, no longer making a move to reach for you.

“come and get it.” she challenged. “don’t be scared.” she added when you made no move to get your phone back.

“just tell me what you want and give me my phone back.” you moved away from her slowly but she just followed, keeping the exact same distance between you no matter how far back you traveled.

“i think you know what i want. and im not about to give you your phone back so that you can wait for your boy toy to text you.” her grin revealed the glistening metal on her teeth, even in the dark.

“how..?” you were at loss for words. a sick feeling rising to your stomach. no matter where you went she’d always know, she’d always be there too.

“hm?” she mocked you, waiting for you to continue.

“just leave me alone.” you pleaded her but she just chuckled.

“but you’re so fun to play with.” her smile was bright but her eyes were dark. she moved closer to you as you backed away but like always, she was much quicker.

“you’re sick.” you shook your head as her hands came up to your face. you didn’t bother stopping the action.

“i feel quite good.” her lips came down to yours, kissing the side of them, but missing them by a millimetre.

“what are you doing?” her hands caressed your neck as she moved her face to look at you.

“i know we’re meant to be.” her words were soft, contrasting most of what had transpired. you felt her hand on your ass for a second longer than it should’ve been. but when she closed the door behind her and you reached inside of your pocket, you found your phone, as if it had been untouched.

as she walked away from your house calmly, a smile was plastered on her face. she knew you’d be thinking about her for the rest of the week. and that’s all she wanted. for now.

part 2

hey love, how you been?

ahhhh so good, i was missing u fr 😔

P*RNSTAR | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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she’d gone absolutely feral. leaking your sex tape in order to get your attention. you’d be livid if it hadn’t worked.

"fuck, bils. I-I’m still angry." you stuttered between broken cries, having lost track of how long she’d had her fingers in your tight cunt, your body a mess.

“mm, sure babe.” she kissed your inner thighs, mumbling words of apology like she’d been for the past few hours.

“god, i mean it.” your whines were coarse as you repeated the words until they lost meaning, having the momentary anger fucked out of you, all night.

“of course pretty.” your moans stripped away your pride as she left wet trails across your bruised neck.

“y-you can’t just leak that video of us.” she slowed her pace when she felt your high approaching, leaving you squirming under her body.

“want to show them your mine, want to watch you like a movie.” her breath was fanning down your neck as she whispered the words into your ear.

“i’m not yours.” your protest seemed to amuse her as you bucked your hips, causing her to push them back down as you whined.

“mhm,” she didn’t believe you, “that flashing red light. baby, you’re a star.” your body went limp as she slid another finger into your slick heat, watching you fall apart on her fingers.

"p-please billie.” she smirked.

"please what, babe?" she teased, curling her fingers as you gripped her bicep.

“mm, so c-close.” she watched your expression soften when you finally came undone, your juices mixing in with the previous ones, the wet patch on the sheets growing.

“we’re pornstars, baby.”

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nothing like your tattoos | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you spend the night together, billie never fails to leave in a hurry.

warnings. angst, kind of suggestive, little bit of fluff (this is SO dramatic i’m sorry 🤧) not proof read

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her skin was sweaty as you traced her tattoos, baby hairs sticking to her forehead, and her chest beating up and down, to the softening rhythm of her breath, reminding you of previous events.

“okay, i gotta go baby, that alright?” even though she spoke as if it was, it wasn’t a question. but regardless, she made no attempt to move, no effort to escape your grasp.

“what do you think about me?” she raised her eyebrows, clearly confused.

“what do you mean?” riddled with your words, she awaited clarification. but when you didn’t speak, she grew worried.

“baby? what’s wrong?” her genuine concern never failed to fool you, trick you into believing her words of comfort. but the result was always the same. her absence.

“what am i to you?” she clearly didn’t like the sound of that question. unsure of its proper answer and naturally, of a response that would satisfy you.

“why would you ask me that?” disappointment spread across your features, unmistakably.

“you’re nothing like your tattoos.” she seemed amused now, puzzled by your misleading words.

“what do you mean?” she turned to look at you, careful not to move her hand as you traced the fairies that littered it.

“there’s nothing permanent about you.” her expression faded, a sense of sadness taking place instead.

“hey,” she caressed your face before speaking, demanding your attention, “i’ll stay, if you want me to.” and you knew it was honest. she would, she’d do it for you, but never of her own accord.

“that’s not what i want.” you sat up, and out of her grasp as she followed.

“then what do you want?” the question was too complicated for a simple response.

“i want you to want me.” her breath hitched slightly, almost faint enough to miss.

“i do want you.” she brought her hand to your face in attempt to comfort you. but her words were empty, meaningless. because she was never clear about her true feelings behind them.

“no you don’t, not really. i’m just a good fuck to you.” you said it like you were disgusted, disappointed in yourself for letting it get this far.

“good? don’t underestimate yourself babe, you’re a whole lot more than good.” a hint of humour could be found in her tone but it wasn’t amusing. not to you, not under the circumstances.

“billie, that’s not the point.” your saddened expression gave her the hint that the humour was misplaced.

“sorry, i just- i guess i just don’t know what you want from me.” she was lying through her teeth, fully aware of what you desired.

“oh please! you know exactly what i’m talking about.” she looked away for a second, taking a moment to think.

“i’m just not one for relationships. it’s too much for me.” she rubbed your cheek with her thumb, sending a river of mixed signals and emotions.

“well this,” you gestured between the two of you, “it’s too little for me. i can’t do this with you anymore.” you made a move to get up, shifting away from her, but she pulled you back by the arm.

“wait, no. i can’t lose you.” she seemed surprised by her own words, as if it was more of a reflex rather than a conscious expression of her feelings.

“that’s tough then, billie. because you’re not even willing to try.” when she didn’t say anything, nothing to confirm nor deny, you grew frustrated.

“whatever bils, I’m sorry i can’t keep this up. but it just hurts too much.” her eyes were teary when you turned away from her, your own tears now spilling down your face.

“i can’t promise permanence but i can promise you i’ll try.” she said it all at once, a desperate plea. you almost didn’t catch her words.

“what?” you turned around to look at her. her eyes were big, her lips plump. it was so hard not to fall in love with her.

“i just want to be with you. i don’t care how, i just need you in my life.” she chewed on her lip, a physical expression of her stomach churning out of anticipation.

“really?” your emotions neared disbelief. not quite sure if anything was real.

“yeah. please let me stay. i want to stay.” you nodded and she kissed you like you were hers. she kissed you like she wanted the feeling tattooed on to her lips forever.

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