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hi babessss thank you so much for all you kind souls in my inbox i literally promise ill be back to writing soon 😌🥰
love you lots and i hope the hmhas tour content is feeding you cause it’s feeding ME 😮💨
I LITERALLY CANNOT
ive spent five fucking consecutive hours on this essay for my english lit course and i HATE ITTT
it’s fine deadline is friday but STILLLLL 😖
it's all about it
you should like uhm… DROP ANOTHER JENNA ORTRGA STORY 🧎♀️🙇♀️‼️. 🗣️💯🔥‼️‼️‼️
it’s coming i SWEARRRRR
hi pookie bear, how are youuu?🫶🏾
im goood hbu 🙈
ive never gone this long without writing idk what’s wrong w me atm
but we persevere 😣
hi…
i’m SO sorry i’m not active right now, i promise im just hella busy 😖
i’ll be back once i’ve gotten control over my workload atm
LOVE YOU SO MUCH AHHHHH
my dream 5 secs before my alarm goes off.
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 !!
i know you | b.eilish
billie eilish x fem!reader
masterlist (it’s short but it’s here <3)
‘you’re holding me and holding back’
her hands were holding your hips, carefully and gently. she was scared to use more force, afraid she’d hurt you. she’d pick you up as if you were made of glass, carefully adjusting herself so that you were on top of her. your lips never disconnected, needing each other in order to not grow insane. she was so close to you yet somehow distant, as if she was restricting herself from relaxing into you, in fear of the inevitable outcome.
“so, pretty.” she said in between kisses, not giving you the chance to reply, too distracted by your lips. but she noticed the way your cheeks warmed with her words, visibly flushed.
‘i don’t really care for that, just you.’
and she did care for you, immensely. more than you’d ever know. but you’d wonder if she cared enough. because enough to you, meant more than the other girls. and you couldn’t be sure, but it’s what you wanted desperately. and even if she didn’t give a shit about you, the strength to break up this thing you had going, was something you’d never possess.
“mm, billie.” your speech was muffled by her tongue, but it was music to her ears regardless. none of them sounded like you. her name couldn’t sound as good as it did from your lips. but she never found the courage to tell you.
‘there’s a pause between every minute’
“alright, angel?” she broke away for air, and to smile at you, checking to see wether you were still okay. a small ‘mhm’ came from your throat, and she tilted her head to brush her lips against yours. she was breathing against you, mixing her breaths with yours as she kept smiling. that smile of hers only made your longing for her lips to return, grow. her hands caressed your waist, choosing to kiss you instead of speak words she’d soon regret. and despite her, smiling like an idiot, you hadn’t noticed her affection for you, the deep sense of happiness that took over her features.
“call me your angel again.” a soft laugh escaped her as she soaked in the scent of your hair, falling around her face, trapping the both of you in your own world. you wanted to hear the term of endearment in her voice again, choosing for it to let you escape the complicated reality. but why was it so complicated?
‘feeling like i need something’
it was clear you wanted her, wanted more from her. and, to her at least, it was clear she wanted more with you in return. the raging complication was fear. the deep, shattering fear of commitment. an issue that ran deep and wouldn’t be soothed by soft kisses and strokes of her toned back.
“my angel. my gorgeous fucking angel.” and it was true. in your heart you were hers, and she wholeheartedly returned the feeling. to speak of it was pushing too far, almost crossing the limit. a limit of what she could mentally handle. because to love you would mean to give up her freedom to leave if it got too much for her. but in the depths of her conscious mind, was the knowledge that even now, she could never leave you.
‘it’s just you.’
that was all you needed. each other, like this. holding your bodies gently, in an embrace that could never be labelled. and the other girls, not that there were that many though, were there to ease her insecurity of not being enough for you. not being good enough.
it was all fucking bullshit. but it worked. and neither of you could be bothered to settle the longing for a title. it was love in an unconventional form. but it was love nonetheless.
‘i’m here regardless of the pain, don’t ever tell me to go away, from you’
heyyy
please forgive me for being SO inactive but i’m at an all time low for inspo rn :(
i’ll get back on the grind soon trust 😙
can you make a enemy Billie x sub reader but Billie's the readers roommate and they got in to a physical fight and after the fight she held the reader against a wall??? and you do the rest please babes?
this took me agessssss, i hope you love it babe 😘
admit you want me
admit you want me | b.eilish
billie eilish x fem!reader
context. billie, your roommate, starts a fight with you which soon gets heated.
warnings. violent language, harsh insults, physical violence, mean!billie, smut.
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you’d both forgotten why you were fighting. something about billie’s lifestyle, particularly the many women you’ve woken up to using your towels, in your shared bathroom. but it had escalated into much more, insults hastily thrown left and right.
“oh my god, quit bitching.” the tips of her hands pushed your shoulders away from her, causing you to stumble back. disbelief plastered on your face, however, still choosing to ignore it.
“i’ll quit bitching, if you quit being such a god damn whore.” she went silent and you regretted it immediately, her temper wasn’t one to mess with and now that you had, it sparked an inkling of fear.
“what the fuck did you just call me.” she grabbed your shoulders but you quickly pushed her off you, fighting her physically instead of answering the question.
“fucking quit it!” she yelled before losing it and pushing you harshly against the wall, pinning your arms by your side with immense protest from your side.
“repeat what you said.” she said it as if she hadn’t heard you. no, she hadn’t fully believed she heard you.
“you heard me perfectly, billie.” her tongue poked her cheek as she chuckled.
“repeat it, i dare you.” she taunted, expecting your defeat. you’d never usually stood up to her this much, you’d always put up with her bullshit excuses in the past.
“i asked you to quit being a whore.” she nodded her head a couple times, taking in your words.
“i was hoping i’d misheard you.” her eyes tore past your facade, staring deep into your own.
“nope.” you’d mustered all the confidence you had left, knowing you’d break within the next minute. your hands were already numb from the force at which she had your wrists locked to the wall.
“i think you should take some time to reevaluate.” she suggested, moving dangerously close to your face.
“hm, i don’t think i need to.” she pushed her body against yours as you groaned, her lips brushing yours when she opened them to speak again.
“no? i mean it’s hypocritical really.” you raised your brow and she fake-pouted, mocking you.
“how the fuck is it hypocritical?” her clothed breasts were pushed up against yours, and you’d lingered on the thought for a second to long, but you kept up the strong face.
“don’t act like your not a little whore yourself.” she was teasing you purely for her amusement now, the fight long forgotten. her focus had moved to breaking you. cracking you open. ruining your perspective of your own innocence.
“i’m not going to entertain this for your pleasure, billie. fuck off.” she mocked your tone of voice and you rolled your eyes, she was so fucking childish.
“trust me i’ve got an entirely different view of what my pleasure is. teasing you barely makes top fifty.” she retorted, dismissing any hint of enjoyment in talking to you.
“top fifty? what an honor.” it was your turn to mock her, and she lifted your chin, her eye’s menacing as she looked at you.
“you’re such a fuckin’ brat.” she shook her head, reflecting on her words.
“it turns you on doesn’t it.” this time you’d truly caught her off guard, as her expression visibly shifted.
“what’s got you so brave today?” she deflected from the comment, neither affirming nor denying.
“maybe I’m just sick of your bullshit.” you brought the heated conversation back to the topic of your fight.
“my bullshit?” she seethed, daring you to voice what exactly her bullshit was.
“yes your fucking bullshit. your out here fucking different girls every night, which i wouldn’t have a problem with if you weren’t so goddamn loud, and if they had the common decency not to use my towels. i’m doing like twenty loads of laundry each week!” she had to stop herself from laughing at your outburst.
“this is all over some fuckin’ towels?” she raised her brow in disbelief.
“no! it’s the principle!” frustration coated your words, she didn’t get it.
“so all i’m getting from this is that you’re jealous.” she shrugged her shoulders and you couldn’t help rolling your eyes. she kept her tone calm and collected, while you were practically raging at her.
“wha- jealous? how the fuck did you come up with that nonsense?” she chuckled when you defended yourself.
“nonsense is a bit dramatic, babe.” she licked her teeth, the term of endearment catching you off guard.
“don’t call me that.” you huffed, she was no longer holding you against your will, and it had come to your attention. you weren’t fully sure why you were still stationed against the wall, giving her the space to tower over you.
“why not?” she teased, this was all a game to her.
“because it’s not going to be that easy to get into my pants.” she laughed softly again.
“and what makes you think that’s what i want?” she poked her cheek with her tongue, hypocritically staring at your lips.
“you’re not the best at hiding it.” she smiled though you thought she’d take offense to the comment.
“yeah? i think you like the attention though.” she bit her lip as she leaned in, closer to your face, testing the waters before she made any sort of commitment.
“mm, maybe.” you shrugged your shoulders playfully but she just kept staring down at you.
“so are you gonna admit it or not?” she tilted her head in question.
“admit what?” she shook her head slightly, as if to warn you not to play dumb.
“admit you want this,” she tightened her grasp on your waist, “admit you want me.”
“nope.” she bit her lip at your response, god it turned her on when you denied her.
“that’s a shame.” she grabbed your chin and her lips met yours, hot and fiery as she pushed you further into the wall. you kissed her back almost instantly, not welcoming her, but submitting to her as if you had no choice. your rationality had fled but you couldn’t care less, her lips too soft, too plump, too warm to think about anything else.
“damn.” she broke away, as breathless as you, her heart racing yours.
“yeah, uh. that was-” you were flustered, not knowing what to do with yourself or your words.
“js’ shut up.” she brought her lips to yours again, this time forcing herself into your mouth, tongues dancing as she backed you through the door and into her bedroom. she continued kissing you while she took control of your movements, only breaking away to push you onto the bed.
“billie.” you called as she unzipped her jeans, soon doing the same to yours.
“mhm? get used to saying’ that.” you rolled your eyes, continuing your previous sentence.
“how many girls have you fucked in this bed?” she raised an eyebrow, figuring out wether you were serious or not.
“why? jealous?” she didn’t answer the question.
“not by a long shot, just curious.”
“mhm. sure.” she ignored the question completely, forgetting about what you’d said.
“open up.” she gestured to your mouth, and soon her saliva met the back of your throat, as she stared at you, silently instructing you to swallow.
“look who’s bein’ a good girl all of a sudden. such a slut, taking everything i give you.” her words were contradictory, but you didn’t bother pointing it out, blaming it on her chaotic mind.
“nothin’ to say?” her strap dug into your thigh when she hovered above your face.
“fuck y-” she smirks as she breaks up your words with the tip of her strap gliding across your entrance.
“what was that?” your face shys away from her, eyes closing and turning your head to the side. she makes an effort to express her discontent with this, pulling your face by your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.
“bil.” your plea didn’t go unnoticed and she held your hips to stop you from squirming.
“what?” you pouted when she didn’t move from her position.
“billie.” she bit her lip, enjoying how filthy her name sounded when it came out of your lips like that.
“you can keep whining my name but it won’t tell me what you want.” she shrugged her shoulders, her lips tracing patterns against your neck as your breaths grew heavy.
“please, i need-” she sunk her strap into you slightly, stealing way your breath as your mouth fell open. god she wanted to take a picture, having you like this was so hot.
“hm? what do you need? admit it baby, come on.” you still didn’t reply, testing her patience.
“okay, i’ll help you out a bit yeah? do you want this? my strap?” she wished she was recording, having had no proof of you agreeing to her words when you nodded your head.
“yes, bil. please.” she would’ve teased you further, but she couldn’t resist pushing into you. losing herself in the process.
“i want you.” you’d said once your walls had adjusted to her size, clenching around it in attempt for friction.
“if only you could see yourself now, my whore.” she smirked down at you, gliding her strap in and out very subtly watching you fall apart.
“mm, billie.” you gave in, moaning her name openly now, watching her enjoy it more than she’d ever let on.
“mhm? what’s up baby?” her hands travelled around your breasts, warm against her skin.
“harder pl-please.” now she really wished she’d been recording.
“what was that?” she asked you to repeat yourself, fastening her hands on your hips as she continued diving into you.
“billie.” her movements quickened, sending you back against the pillow.
“i didn’t hear you, babe.” her grin was all you needed to see to know she definitely had heard you.
“harder please.” you whined again, for the last time you hoped.
“god, you’re sexy.” her teeth pulled her lip back as she watched you come undone on her strap, begging for release and then begging for more.
hello, Lil!! how are you 🗣
also why's your nickname lil? I'm just curious I would probably have choosen Lia or something
i love you!!
hiiiiiii omg i love youuu 👩❤️💋👩
im deadass, lil was a typo
like on my profile it was supposed to be lia but then people started calling me lil or lili so i just didn’t say anything 😭
it’s my middle name though so it never rlly mattered, maybe i’ll change it back now 🤷♀️
‘i’m just so good at touching my girl huh?’
feral.
Heyyyyyyy could YOU please PLEASE do one where Billie tells the reader how to touch herself, while Billie is on tour?!!?
Call Me
Billie Eilish x female reader !
A/n: coming righttttt up, hope you like it 😊
Warnings: smut, phone sex ?? Masterbating - think thats it !
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It was lonely here all alone. Finding little jobs and activities to do to fill in time. Whenever you weren't working, yourself. Your girlfriend, Billie was currently on her HMHAS tour. And you haven't seen her in days. Truth be told you missed her like crazy. Her presence. Her voice. Her touch..
Which led to the next feeling you missed. Ovulation was no joke. And you were currently facing the feral-ness of it. Even more so that she isn't here. You had been frustrated all day. And you only now realize why. You needed to touch yourself, you had to relieve this pent up tension. So as the night comes along you get into your warm, comfortable bed. Checking the time. Billie usually calls around this time.
You figure shes sleeping, she had been extra tired lately. You go to slide your hand down into your shorts, about to touch yourself. When you do, but stopping. Things aren't the same. You wanted her touch. You try to continue but nothing was feeling good right now. That caused more frustration to bubble inside you. Deciding to just sleep it away. And hope tomorrow was normal.
Next day rolls around and you still have the same feeling. Frustration and horniness. Not a great combination, the day felt longer because of it. It was a bit earlier when you got home, but thankfully Billie didn't have a show today. So she was hopefully going to answer when you call. You couldn't take it anymore you needed her help. And you needed it desperately.
You go to lay on the bed, grabbing your phone and dialing her number. She answers in seconds, causing you to grow nervous. In all the years of being with her, phone sex was the one thing you've yet to do. So ofcourse you were nervous. Would she even help you, would this be odd? "Hi baby." You hear her say, cheerfully. You smile to yourself. "Hello!" You try your hardest to not jump into things, going to try give her some hints.
"How was your day?" She then asks. You sigh, ever so lightly. "A little frustrating, good to be home though. How about yours?" - "Mine was pretty boring I've just been preparing for tomorrow's show and chilling. Why was yours frustrating my love?" You think for a moment. "Just some work and other little things, some of which I just can't fix by myself.." - "I'm sorry, anything I can do to help at all?" Yes. Phone fuck me. Was all you wanted to say but you had to play things cool. Even if your body was heating up at the thought of this happening.
"Not that I can think of, just wanted to hear your voice I missed you." She smiles to herself. "I miss you too babe." There was a small pause, you were contemplating on how you'd do this. When a small idea pops into your head. You missed her voice so much, and it sounds like you had just woke her up from a nap. Her voice was slightly raspy, a bit of her tiredness peeking through.
"Did anything else happen today?" You then ask, getting comfortable on the bed. Moving your hands just above the waistband of your underwear. You had decided to get straight into your sleepwear, just a loose night gown. Wanting to feel good as all you've been wearing lately are big t-shirts to bed. You wanted to feel hot, make this moment more sensual. "Not too much if im honest, just got my outfit for tomorrow, did some other things. Just boring stuff really." You hum in reply, moving your hand in your underwear as she speaks.
Was this wrong? It felt a little like that. Your face heats up what're you even doing. But you get pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name. "Hello? Y/n, baby. You still there?" The name made you bite your lip. "Y-yeah sorry." She chuckles. "You didn't answer my question love." "Oh, oops. What was it?" She smiles to herself again, finding you cute. Except what you were doing was far from cute and downright filthy. "I asked you how shark had been, he's behaving right?" Your hand moves lower, trying to stay focused on the conversation and her voice. "Y-yeah he's been good." You let out a quiet sigh but she hears it. "Everything ok?"
You get nervous again, how were you even going to manage this. "I'm fine.." You needed her to keep talking, and thankfully she does. "Ok, Im sure if it's anything youre just tired. I was going to talk to you about when I get back, we have a dinner with Finn on the Friday. Just thought I'd remind you incase you forgot." Your finger had been in you, slowly moving the whole time she was talking. And when you don't reply she gets more confused. "Baby, what're you doing you seem distracted." You holt your movements, trying to think of an excuse but why? You wanted to call her and ask.
Ask her to talk to you, help you. So why were you so damn nervous. "Talk to me baby." God sake her voice was so hot even when she wasn't intentionally trying. You bite your lip again trying to stop any noise that was about to escape. Mustering up some sort of strength to reply. "I'm f-fine." Was all you managed to respond with. Billie sits there in thought, when she hears another sigh. Was she catching on? She needed to be sure. "I miss you, so. So much." She was playing with fire. You don't respond again, having your eyes shut as you try to give yourself pleasure.
When it's not working you let out another sigh followed by a tiny whine. She hears that loud and clear, smirking to herself. She knew good and well what you were doing. "Can't wait to see you in a few days, get to kiss you. Hold you. Touch.. you." She chose her words evily. But she didn't stop there. A breath was to be heard. Followed by a frustrated sigh. "Let me help, baby. You sound annoyed." Another small whine left you, at the fact she was right and just overall the way she was speaking to you.
Your brows knit together, giving in and letting her. She knows now, there's no point in staying silent. "It's no good, I miss you. Your hands." She coos. "I know baby, I know. I'm just so good at touching my girl huh?" Your head rests back. "So good." You breath into the speaker. "Your fingers still inside?" You reply with a hum. "Move em." So you do just that, slowly at first. "Move your thumb, touch your clit for me." You do that, touching it then moving your thumb in a circle motion.
Everything was so still and quiet she could hear your wetness and God it was driving her nuts, she wanted to be there. To see it, to feel it. "That's it." She says encouragingly, hearing your noises as you speed up on both tactics. She could just imagine it, you touching yourself just to her speaking. "Was baby doing this the whole time I was talking?" She then says. Your cheeks grow red with heat. "I- uhm." She lets out an evil chuckle, sending tingles straight to your pussy. It was such a hot chuckle. But then again, anything she did right now was 10x hotter. "You're such a filthy girl huh?" You bite your lip yet again.
Feeling more pleasure than you had been. "Please keep talking please." You begged. Voice so needy. "Plunge deeper for me, know you can. Imagine my fingers. How deep they go. Imagine your thumb is my tongue as I swirl it around your throbbing clit." Your back arches at the thought, you needed it more than anything. "Need you so bad." A louder moan was to be heard. The fact this woman is just talking to you and you almost coat the sheets in your nectar. She felt all the power in this moment. "Go faster for me - that's a good girl." She finishes as she hears the squelching increase. Your breaths and moans mingle into one as you get closer.
"Mmm, fuck I'm so so close. Please." She laughs yet again. "So cute, still asking to cum even when I'm miles away. So incredibly good, aren't you?" Your head lulls back into the pillows again, feeling the knot almost snap. "Fuck, Billie." - "Faster baby, rub your clit. Wanna hear you squirt." Just those words alone send both of those sensations out of you, having you leak and squirt all at once. Your breath being uneven as your eyes roll back. "Good, girl. That's what I like to hear."
if you voted for trump, get the fuck off my blog.
i refuse to tolerate anyone who’s willing to sabotage the wellbeing of their country because having a woman of color in power is simply too much to handle.
i have so many people i love & cherish in the united states and i will not stand to see them perish at your hand.
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.
Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc.
We Gladly Feast on Those Who Would Subdue Us.
⊹₊⟡⋆ blurb bsf billie giving head to reader ⊹₊⟡⋆
“so you really never had an orgasm?”
“let me help you with that.”
you two were gossiping about your ex girlfriend, but you told billie she never made you cum and you didn’t even know what it felt like… that was enough for her to lure you into letting her give you head and, in her own words, “it would be necessary for you to know what it feels like” it didn’t take much for her to be with her face buried in your pussy, sucking your clit like her life depends on it. you suddenly feel two fingers of hers sliding into your folds, you couldn’t help but moan and roll your eyes to the back of your head as her fingers curled inside of you. her skilled tongue was licking and sucking your clit as she pounded her fingers inside of you. both of your hands go down to billie’s head, pushing her face towards your poor pussy in an needy gesture. she just smirked and giggled as her pace speeded and her tongue sucked right on the place you needed. it didn’t take more then 5 minutes for her to make you cum all over her chin, she took her fingers out of you, sucking them and tasting you even more.
“you taste so good baby.”
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aftercare | b.eilish
billie eilish x fem!reader
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when she’s got you shaking, your thighs aching from her rough thrusts. your hair in a mess from when she’d been tugging it. your cheeks wet with tears, eyes still glossy from your previous frustration. your mouth dry from the cries of your release. taking care of you isn’t even a question.
“let me get you a towel, love.” she’d leave you, but only for a moment, to retrieve a hot towel, a glass of water, anything you could possibly need. and she’d do everything for you; wiping down your thighs, leaving kisses as she did so, brushing your hair, bringing the cup of water to your lips-
“i can drink goddamn water by myself billie.” the both of you erupted in laughter. and besides the euphoria of your moments of passion, this was the real pleasure. laughing and giggling. hugging and cuddling. talking and chatting.
“i love you, baby.” she’d repeat countless times, completely contrasting to the slutty names she’d called you just a few minutes ago. and though she truly meant it when she’d call you her fucking slut, her needy whore, her little brat, it would never stray from the fact she loved you. as her sweetheart or as her bitch. she made sure you knew you were loved.
“i love you too.” that was all she needed to hear from you, it eased all her stress and all her worries. she knew that she’d be okay as long as she had this one certainty. you loved her, she loved you. and although she loved the sex.
it was the aftercare that truly mattered.
i truly wish your fica were longer, WHY I CANT GET ENOUGH OF YOUR WRITING??
it’s because i’m lazy 😖
no but this is SO sweet thank youu
i can try my best to make them longer, it’s never gonna happen babes i’m soo sorry lol
I could buy her so much stuff | b.eilish
billie eilish x fem!reader
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you’d always tell her not to. tell her she shouldn’t buy you the new shoes. tell her she shouldn’t spend the extra money on the hotel. tell her she shouldn’t pay for all your ubers when she couldn’t pick you up. but there was no point in arguing with her, not on this matter at least. she could buy you so much stuff.
“you’re spending too much on me.” you gasped at the massive bouquet of flowers accompanied with the dress you’d tried on when you’d been shopping the other day. she’d gone back to buy it without telling you.
“i’m gonna hang up if you start with that bullshit again.” she said through the phone. you’d called her as soon as you’d walked through the door of your apartment, faced with this display of her affection. it was her love language, gift giving.
“billie.” you’d said in a warning tone, almost scolding her.
“need my girlfriend to look pretty in that dress when she accompanies me to dinner tonight.” you were smiling ear to ear, she was so ridiculously cute.
“dinner?” you couldn’t get enough of her antics. she was constantly spoiling you rotten. and you were forever grateful, you’d never take it for granted, not even for a minute.
“mhm.” she chirped. her voice conveying the fact dinner wasn’t an option, it was mandatory.
“you spoil me, billie.” she laughed at this, but understood the gratitude in your statement.
“make sure you wear something pretty underneath that dress, it’ll be the only thank you i need.” your cheeks flushed as she spoke. your mind flooded with images of what would go down after dinner, however cursing yourself for thinking about it before it got you too bothered.
“only if you wear something equally as pretty underneath your jeans.” you could hear a small chuckle from the other end of the phone, an undertone of surprise.
“deal.”
Can we get dom Billie that’s a talker? Like asking if you like that, saying you look good, sound pretty, talking through it, and then sub reader actually pleasuring dom Billie in the same fic. I feel like most fics don’t have Billie getting what’s hers unless she’s a sub but dom Billie deserves it too!!
Thank you if you write something for this! Genuinely love your writing! Have a great day/night!💕
sorry this took me so long to get to, thank you so much bby 💖
babbles
babbles | b.eilish
billie eilish x fem!reader
context. billies a talker and she can’t stop herself from rambling while you’re between her thighs, or on top of her.
warnings. smut, praising, fluff.
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your head was buried in her thighs, listening to her mumbles of praise as you lapped up her juices. she tasted so sweet, her arousal coating your tongue and consuming your senses.
“mm, so good to me, baby.” her fingers were lost in your hair, tugging and pushing you harder against her. your hands kept her hips in place and her moans coaxed you into continuing. you loved getting her off. the satisfaction of her pleasure being all you needed in return. but of course, she wouldn’t let you go without taking care of your needs afterwards.
“keep going, angel.” she guided you, motioning where she needed you and how. she was always vocal with her own pleasure, never shying away from what she wanted. and it drove her crazy when you gave it to her. her mind was foggy and her lips dry, fingertips pressed against your head as your tongue danced through her folds. and yet, through all of this, she was still in control.
“fuck, baby. i’m nearly- oh my god.” her back arched into you as she came undone, and you, catching her orgasm with your tongue. she clenched around the fingers you’d had prodded in her entrance as you helped her ride out her orgasm by rubbing her clit, sucking her dry until she was overstimulated. she pulled you on top of her, reaching for her strap. this girl’s stamina was insane.
“love the way you taste, bils.” you pecked her lips as her hands wrapped themselves around your neck.
“yeah?” she smiled, unable to stop kissing you. her movements were sloppy, as she recovered and gained the strength to continue.
“mhm.” you replied, in between sweet kisses.
“love you, baby.” her tongue went past your lips, tasting herself as you moved onto her lap. she held your body firmly, groans escaping as you began grinding your hips onto her.
“patience, my love. i’m still sensitive.” you smiled, proud of your work and she clearly realised. you complied with her request for patience, kissing her was enough for the moment. and you soon got lost in it, your hands tangled in her messy hair and hers, rubbing your hips comfortingly. your breaths were in sync, your heartbeats matching each others as she broke from the kisses to mumble small words of praise. the fire in the pit of your stomach never ceased as you began to grow desperate, whining into her mouth.
“you’re so perfect for me, treat me so well.” she didn’t break away from the kiss as she positioned the strap on her pelvis. she tapped your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips. her lips parted as she was about to speak, and you knew what was coming. every-time she opened her mouth more filthy words would come out.
“come on baby, sit on my dick.” she helped you align the strap with your entrance, as you let out a choked whimper when you felt the tip. she contemplated wether you were ready to take her like that or not.
“you sure you want it raw?” she looked into you eyes, searching for hesitation but when you nodded, she pulled your hips down. she wasn’t slow with it either, forcing you to take her whole, in one go.
“mm, fuck.” you cursed into her neck, head buried there, as you gripped her arms for support. she rocked your hips back and forth before you built up the strength to do it yourself.
“that’s it, my girl.” she commented as you began bouncing like a fucking bunny. she tried to help you as best as she could but it was getting harder for her to focus.
“mm, so good. fuckin’ me so good, baby.” she made an effort to play with your tits, enjoying watching them rock with the rhythm of your body. she began bucking her hips every-time you’d sit back down on the strap, driving it deeper up your cunt. you’re eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth parted, it was a sight for sore eyes.
“lookin’ so pretty like that, babe. need you to keep doing that.” her body was moving in sync with yours, the friction so intense it nearly sent you both. she was looking at you with her eyes that had gone dark, lust consuming her as she watched you ride her strap.
“b-billie.” your mouth had run dry as you trembled in her grasp, clenching on her dick, and she swore she could feel it. she tapped your cheek in instruction to open your eyes and look at her. she was biting her lip as her eyes bore into yours, reaching for your sanity and crushing it as you went feral. she watched as you moaned, broken up cries of her name.
“keep making those pretty noises.” her grunts and babbles of praise never faltered. and when you grew tired, at the brink of your orgasm, she helped you rock your hips those last few times. you collapsed on her, a white, hot sensation taking over your body as you moaned into her mouth.
“i could stay like this forever.” she whispered on your lips and you nodded.
“don’t pull out, not yet, please.” she smirked as you said this, caressing your skin as you leaned into her warm body.
“of course, whatever you want, baby.”
isn’t this WILD
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focused | j.ortega
jenna ortega x fem!reader
context. your girlfriend’s been busy all day. all you’re craving is for her focus to be on you.
warnings. angst, smut, degrading words.
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she’d been glued to her laptop all day. consumed in this new script she’d received. of course you were excited for her, you’d seen the way her face lit up. but she’d been at it for hours, days.
“jenna, when are you going to give yourself a break, how long is this script?” she wasn’t fully listening, still engrossed by the letters on the white screen.
“hm?” she barely looked over at you, registering thad you’d said something, but nothing more.
“jenna please. i feel like i haven’t seen you in days even though we live together.” she seemed to have had picked up on your tone because this time she turned around, facing you.
“sorry, what did you say?” she asked you to repeat yourself for the second time.
“i miss you, love. it’s been ages since we’ve talked or spent time together.” she furrowed her brows in confusion.
“what do you mean? we see each other all day.” she chuckled, not taking the conversation seriously.
“i’m serious jenna, you’ve been glued to that screen for the past two days, i’ve barely heard your voice. it’s been keeping you up at night too.” instead of self reflecting, she went on the defensive immediately.
“that’s not true. i just really need to get this script looked over. i was told i could comment on anything id like to possibly get changed. do you understand how rare it is for an actor to get that opportunity?” she got up from the desk chair, waving her hands around as she yelled.
“no, of course i do. but that doesn’t mean you can’t at least take a break.” she rolled her eyes.
“i have taken breaks, it’s not my problem you’re so needy all the time.” the insult was misplaced and you felt embarrassed.
“i’m needy? jenna i haven’t had a conversation that’s lasted more than a minute in the last 48 hours. wanting more than that is not needy.” you couldn’t shake the feeling that had settled in, the fact that maybe you were too needy.
“oh my god, you’re so dramatic. just wait for me to finish and then i’m all yours.” her tone was condescending, and you soon found it ridiculous that you were fighting over this.
“it’s not only about me, you need a break too.” she didn’t seem to care.
“just give me five minutes.” you knew five minutes would turn into five hours but it didn’t matter anymore. and once five minutes had passed, you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, no longer having the energy to fight her.
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after some time, she came through the door, to find you sleeping. it’s not as if she’d wanted to upset you, but this script was really exciting to her. she hadn’t meant to ignore you.
“baby,” she shook you awake, not wanting to go to sleep without fixing this.
“jenna, i’m not in the mood.” she was slightly taken aback by your cold words.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” she sat upright on the bed, caressing your arm gently, coaxing you into forgiveness.
“please.” she repeated, and even without elaboration it was clear what she was asking for.
“okay.” you folded as the soft words left your lips. you pushed the covers back and let her take you in her arms. she kissed your forehead earning a sigh, as you relaxed in her warm embrace.
“what can i do to make it better?” she asked with genuine concern, however your response was a mischievous grin. she raised her eyebrows as she questioned the look you were giving her.
“i could use some head.” she laughed at your reply and kissing your smiling lips.
“i can arrange that.” she whispered in your ear, her hands burning the skin at your waist.
“my poor angel’s touch starved. tell me what you need, baby.” her voice was sick with power. she loved having you so desperately begging for her. although she did feel bad.
“fuck, jenna. i just need you to t-touch me.” her smile widened and she fumbled with your shorts, not planning on wasting any time with you.
“mm, can’t get off on your own huh? need my help.” she urged you to reply and when you didn’t she pulled your chin in order to face her.
“y-yeah, need you to help m-me.” her fingertips were brushing against your clothed clit, causing your words to break up in a stutter. she enjoyed how desperate you sounded beneath her touch, her words rendering you more and more flustered.
“so pathetic aren’t you.” her words were harsh because she knew it turned you on. you were nodding without realising what you were agreeing to, too focused on the filthy words leaving her mouth to ponder on their meaning. she chuckled into your neck, her warm tongue soothing the bruises she’d created.
“jen-jenna, please.” her hands pulled down your panties before she began to play with your wetness, spreading it around and earning choked whines from your throat.
“hm, who are you so wet for baby?” she teased but you didn’t have the strength to reply as she lowered her head between your thighs. her tongue laid flat against your clit, tasting your arousal while her fingers toyed with your entrance.
“f-fuck.” instinctively, your thighs shut around her head, making her hiss.
“open wide for me.” she instructed, looking up to see you fisting the sheets with your head thrown back. however when you had relaxed, you’d managed to comply with her request.
“that’s it.” she affirmed, her mouth latching onto your heat once again. you were soon returned to your previous state, your mouth an exit for all sorts of pornographic noises. you physically couldn’t keep quiet. and when you began grinding against her tongue, she groaned into you, the pleasure of devouring you finally expressed.
“oh my god, jenna please- please keep going.” she smirked into your pussy, flicking her tongue over your clit, and darting it in and out of your entrance. it felt so good. she was too good.
“fuck, jenna. so close, can i-i.” your eyes were shut as the pleasure built up, so close to your release.
“mhm.” she nodded, her face still buried in your arousal, bringing you to the edge and helping you ride it out once that chord has snapped. you felt yourself grow warm as the pleasure consumed you, clenching around her tongue. she came up to kiss you, her tongue sure to penetrate your lips so that you could taste yourself.
“am i forgiven?” she smiled and you couldn’t help shoving her playfully at the look she was giving you.
“yeah, i’d say so.”