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crush on my stalker | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you can’t stop thinking about your stalker, you do something you’re sure will grab her attention. but what do you do now that you’ve got it?

warnings. fingering, stalker billie, teasing.

part 1 masterlist

she consumes your mind, day and night. you can’t shake the thought of her, and you’re not even sure what she looks like. it’s thrilling.

billie. that was her name. so oddly alluring. her character so seductive it calmed the knowledge of what she truly was. your stalker.

"hey is everything okay?" the deep voice in the drivers seat spoke up, breaking you away from a place of deep thought.

"yeah why?" you stared at him, contemplating on what got you to this moment, in the car with him. you couldn't admit it.

"i don't know you just kinda went silent."

"i was just thinking." he smiled at your reply, the question of what your mind was focused on, at the tip of his tongue. thankfully, the car shook slightly before he could say anything.

"shit." he sighed as he looked around, examining what the source of the sudden movement could be.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"fuck!" he cried, the car coming to a halt on the empty street.

"what happened?" you repeated.

"it must be a flat tire or something. we must've run something over." he muttered, stepping out to check the tires.

A flicker in the corner of your eye drew you away from his words, and you slipped away from the car, curious, yet your previous thoughts still lingering. it was dark, you could only make out the neighborhood’s houses due to the sliver of light provided by the slightly dimmed streetlights.

“i don’t have a spare, we’re going to have to call someone.” he was on his knees, inspecting the tire.

“mhm.” you mumbled, scanning the area. you we’re getting an eerie feeling of being watched. it light up your insides, but the fear of the uncertain getting to you nevertheless.

“could you look up a service and call them?” he asked, fiddling with the parts of his car.

“sure.” you reached for your phone before you felt an arm around your waist and a hand covering your mouth. you were seconds away from screaming, panic flooding you.

“shh.” her voice was a low whisper in your ear, her cool breath fanning against your skin, and her rings cold against your lips. she ushered you into one of the houses’ gardens, away from the car, and away from him.

“what the fuck?” you turned around and pushed her off of you.

“come on, don’t act surprised. you were practically begging for me.” she was good at riling you up, loving your misplaced anger as you dealt with the fact she was right.

“oh please, get over yourself.” she pushed you against the fence, clearly wanting to challenge your comment.

“oh yeah?” her tongue kissed her teeth. “i told you not to go out with him.” she said sternly her face impossibly close to yours.

“so?” she glared at you, her stare evident even in the dark.

“you should listen to me, i could change your life.” she whispered on your lips, making them tingle. she was convincing in the way she spoke.

“trust me, you’ve got that down already. having an obsessive stalker definitely counts as a change in lifestyle.” the insult fell on deaf ears.

“you like the attention.” she retorted as you raised an eyebrow.

“your heart races when your around me. you know you love the thrill.” your body was betraying you as her fingers danced across your collarbones, travelling behind your neck to caress it gently.

“you’ve lost your damn mind.” she bit her lip as you spoke, the comment clearly turning her on.

“god you’re such a brat, i love it.” you rolled your eyes. her hands traveled down your body, resting at your lower hips, rubbing the skin with her thumbs as her eyes traveled to your lips.

“so tell me gorgeous, why did you want my attention? you know i’d love to give it to you.” her hands were teasing as her eyes searched for answers in your own.

“stop it.” your voice was unsure of what you were asking her to stop. as was she.

“what?” she asked innocently as her hands moved dangerously close to your ass.

“assuming that i was with him to get a reaction out of you. he’s nice, i like him.” her hand came up to your neck as her body pressed harshly into yours. her lips travelled to your ear, making sure to trace the skin of your neck on the way.

“i could give you a whole lot more than fucking nice. you could be my wife.” the term hit you hard, her soft voice soothing the weight of the word. you let out a jagged breath.

“i don’t even know what you look like.” the argument was weak but she pretty much ignored it.

“you’re driving me insane.” the hand that wasn’t on your neck was fiddling with the opening of your jeans. before her fingers traced the fabric of your underwear.

“billie.” a shaky breath more than a word, but she heard it and her face lifted until her eyes met yours.

“hm? want me to stop?” she said this as her fingers sunk into you preventing you from protesting. your head fell back onto the fence as she watched you in awe. before you could reply, the both of you jerked at a loud shout from across the street. had it really taken him this long to realise you were gone?

you bit your lip as you tried to stay silent. when billie's fingers pinched your clit however, a sharp gasp slipped out. her hand came up to muffle any further noises.

"can't have your boy toy hearing you, can we?" your heart was racing, the effect she had on you evident in your response to her fingers.

"god you look hot like this, getting off on my fingers." she kissed your neck, admiring your skin. her fingers teased your entrance, occasionally pushing them in, further. her touch was addictive and you wanted to reach for more.

"is this what you wanted? am I giving you the attention you needed?" her words were condescending, mocking your state. you couldn't find it in yourself to give in to her words.

"gone quiet now, have we?" she didn't even give you the time to form a response as her fingers sunk deep into you as you grasped for her body, letting out high pitched moans that were muffled. she groaned into your skin, at the sounds you were making, dreaming of what they would sound like if she didn't have her hand firmly pressing onto your mouth.

"he really doesn't give up does he?" she was referring to his continuous shouting of your name. you almost felt bad, but it was the last thing on your mind when her fingers curled up further into you. she brought you closer and closer to your relief, the pleasure building up like a burning fire in your heat.

"what if he saw you like this? would that ruin it for you?" she removed her hand from your mouth, putting your fate in your own hands. your teeth sunk into your lip when her thumb began to play with your clit. you clenched around her fingers as you unravelled, holding onto her tightly.

"make a mess on my fingers baby." she chuckled, and you let out a low moan into her neck. her breath hitched when she felt your body leaning into hers. she zipped your jeans back up before bringing her fingers to your lips. against every sane fibre in your body you let them enter your mouth as you sucked on them, looking her in the eye.

"I'm not letting that loser drive you home." she turned around, about to lead you to her car.

"billie?"her body stiffened, hearing you call her name so openly.

"yeah?" she came closer and your eyes told her what she needed to know. she held your face in her hands.

"are you sure?" she searched your face for hesitation.

"yes." she brought her lips to yours and kissed you. it was so soft, so sweet. like she was pouring her emotions into you, and you were dinking it in.

part 3

you have no idea how many times I've written this.

WIFE WIFE WIFE

YES YES YES 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

It pisses me off so much, always ruins the fic

when i read “jenna ortega x male reader” ????? men used to go to war and build castles and now they’re requesting fanfics on tumblr 😭 go away you freaks shes for the girls only

I could buy her so much stuff | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

masterlist

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.”

im writing something FILTHY rn

i updated my masterlist in case anyone was wondering (anything to procrastinate writing)

i’m joking i’m writing as you read this (trusttt)

*holds a g*n to ur head* FKN WRITE 😭😭😭😭

… im SO sorry i literally will rn i swear 👀

woahhhhhhhhh 😮‍💨

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

over the counter

The cabinet rattles above the sink as I grip onto it, the cold marble of the counter top digging into my skin as Billie stands behind me, her breath tickling the back of my neck. I can feel her eyes on me, a hungry look that sends a thrill down my spine. I know what she wants, what she craves, and tonight, I’m going to give it to her. She’s been teasing me all day with her subtle glances and brushes of our hands, and I can’t wait any longer.

Her hands are firm as they grip my hips, pulling my ass towards her as she steps closer, her black nails digging into my skin through my oversized t-shirt and mini shorts. The anticipation has my heart racing, the beat of my pulse echoing in my ears. Her breath is warm against my skin as she leans in, whispering in my ear, “Ready for me, baby?”

I whimper in response, nodding my head slightly. Billie’s words I’ve grown to crave, and she knows exactly how to push my buttons. She slides her hand up the inside of my shirt, her palm flat against my stomach as she unclasps my bra. The cool air of the kitchen meets my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. She peels my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside without a fucking care in the world.

"Billie, please," I murmur, my voice trembling with need.

Her response is a dark chuckle, and she takes a step back, her fingers tracing down my spine, making me bend down, onto the marble.

"Patience, sweetie," she says, her voice dripping with amusement.

I feel her hand caress my back, moving down to the waistband of my shorts. She takes her sweet time, dragging the zipper down, the metal cool against my skin. I bite my lip to keep from begging, my eyes squeezed shut, as she tugs the material down, revealing my lacy black underwear that has a little bow in the front.

"You're wearing the one I bought you, good."

Her hand lingers on the fabric for a moment before she yanks them down with a force that has me gasping. She steps closer, her chest pressing into my back, her hardened nipples grazing my skin.

"Now, let's see what I have here," she whispers, her fingers slipping under the fabric, finding my already wet pussy.

I moan, arching my back, pushing myself onto her fingers. Billie chuckles darkly, her grip tightening, her index finger circling my clit.

"You're so eager."

Her voice sends waves of desire crashing through me, and I want to turn around and kiss her, but she won’t let me. This isn’t the time for sweetness; it’s the time for her to take what she wants, and for me to give it to her.

Her hand moves down, parting my folds, and then slides in, the digit sinking deep. I cry out, my legs wobbling.

"Spread 'em," she commands, and I obey, my knees knocking together slightly as I spread my legs apart.

Her finger pumps in and out of me, the sensation overwhelming. My pussy clenches around her, desperate for more. She adds another, stretching me, filling me, and I know she’s just getting started.

Her thumb finds my clit again, pressing down hard as she picks up the pace. She’s rough, but it’s exactly what I need, what I want from her. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension in my body tightening like a coil ready to spring.

"You're mine," she murmurs, her breath hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me feel it, but not enough to cut off my air.

"Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours," I moan, the word barely leaving my mouth before she squeezes harder.

"Whose slut are you?"

"Your slut," I pant, my hips rocking back to meet her thrusts.

"Good girl," she purrs, her grip loosening just a bit.

Her fingers are a blur inside me now, the friction delicious as she adds a third. I can feel my legs trembling, my whole body tense with pleasure.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

I nod frantically, unable to form words.

"Use your fucking words." she demands.

"Yes, Billie. I whine, desperation lacing every sound.

"That's it," she whispers

The pressure builds and builds until I’m sobbing for release, my nails digging into the marble, leaving marks behind. Then, with a final, brutal thrust, she hits my g-spot, and I come, my body spasming, my vision going white.

"Billie, Billie, Billie," I chant, my voice hoarse.

Her fingers slow, but don’t leave me, continuing to play with me as the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through my body.

"Look at you," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction, "Dripping wet for me, aren't you? hm?"

I nod again, unable to do much else as she pulls her hand away.

"Good, but we're not done yet."

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posted on October 1st 2024 || not proofread.

masterlist

〘 jenna ortega 〙

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-> Jenna ortega

focused

context. your girlfriend’s been busy all day. all you’re craving is for her focus to be on you.

wired earphones

context. your girlfriend’s attachment to her wired headphones might have been the result of your words.

-> cairo sweet

i'll trade you

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

bling | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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“billie…fuck.” the words strung incoherently from your lips as her tongue lapped your juices. she sucked your clit as the metal coating her teeth shocked your core. she groaned at the noises you were making each time the metal came in contact with your heat. her grip on your thighs tightened, the more you squirmed under her influence.

“stop moving.” she demanded, her voice only turning you on more. her lips connected with your inner folds, making sure not to miss a single spot. she was driving you wild.

“i..i can’t help it.” you were out of breath, the cold silver touching your warm clit produced sensations you previously thought weren’t possible. she broke away.

“what do you mean?” she was smirking, intrigue displayed on her face.

“mm, billie it’s your grills.” you admitted immediately, hoping to feel her back where you needed her to be.

“what about them.” she came up to kiss your face while she questioned you.

“they feel so good, i’m going insane, please.” you couldn’t form your sentences properly, her breath on your cheek doing little to ground you. you were floating.

“oh yeah?” she smiled, kissing your lips.

“Billie please.” she gazed at you for a moment longer, your desperate state taking effect on her strength. you made her weak, in reality, she’d do anything to please you.

“okay, okay, baby.” her hands caressed your body as she lowered herself until she was back against your glistening heat. she chuckled before laying her tongue flat against your clit, working her way down skilfully like she would usually. except, she’d bare her teeth occasionally, letting the bling that covered her teeth glide against your walls.

“billie..” the gasp shaped her name in the way she loved to hear it, urging her to continue.