If You’re Comfortable With It Could You Write Something Angsty Based On Wildflower Like That Situation

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 😔

Hi babyyy, don't mind me... I'm just stopping by to do my daily stalking and giggling at every fic of yours i read 🤭 speaking of stalking... the stalker billie series!!!! Omg, I'm going FERAL.

Anywayyy, how are you?!

ahhhhhhh hiiiii thank youu

don’t get me STARTED on your pagee

i’m still v sick but we’re pushing through 🤧

isn’t this WILD

you’re fr getting it this week guys 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

active era or what

maybe it’s just me who’s never had 7 drafts in the queue 🤷‍♀️

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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going feral at the idea of teacher billie

woaaaaaaaaaaaaahh

somethings purringg 😮‍💨

um do you think you could write about billie coming home drunk after partying with her friends with smut ig (IF YOU WANT I LOVEE YOUR STORIES)

Missed You

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: ooou coming right up !!!

Summary: you hadn't gone with her tonight and she missed you alot when she comes back home.

Warnings: smutyness, eating out, drunk billie. I think that's it ?

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Friday night, and you were home. Alone, seeing as your girlfriend Billie was at an after part for one of the award shows. You sadly couldn't attend either of them, because you had to work, yet you still supported her though. Even if it was through a screen. She had won an award and you were so proud. Still a bit upset you couldn't attend her and the others to the party after.

"You can come when you're done baby." She said, almost pleading. -

She honestly hated these things and only enjoyed them if you were there on her arm. Especially at the events, she adored taking you along the red carpet just to show you off. It was so sweet. You even noticed in a few mini interviews they had asked about you. "Shes working today I'm afraid." She makes a suddened face at the person she was speaking to. Then turns to the camera currently on her. "But I love you beautiful, see you at home." She then proceeds to blow a kiss your way. You smile at your desk feeling so loved by her.

- "It'll be late by then bub, I'd wanna just relax at home." You reply, folding laundry. "Then I won't go to the after party." You look at her. "Baby-" Her head shakes. "There's no point if you won't be there." "Fins going to be there!" She goes to back that up. "With Claudia so I'll be basically third wheeling." You sigh gently. "Baby. Please go have fun." She lets out a small noise. "But I know I won't." You then go over to her, cupping her cheeks. "You don't know that, I'm sure Finneas and Claudia will make it fun."

She now sighs. "Fine fine. I'm gunna miss you though."

That leads you to now, you are laying on the couch, anxiously waiting for her to come back. You had just showered and gotten into your sleepwear, when the door swings open. "Baybeeee." Your brows knit together, turning your head to see Finneas holding her up right. "She drank a bit." He says pursing his lips. You giggle just slightly. "God she's annoying when she's drunk." He says plopping her on the couch. "I was gunna take her back to mine so you wouldn't have to deal with her, but you haven't seen her all day so I decided against it." You smile at him.

"Thanks Fin." He salutes. "Noo, problem." He says shutting the door and leaving to get into his car. "You so totally didn't have fun huh?" You laugh. "I most certainly- didn't. It was boooooring." She says, sinking into the couch. "I missed you." You smile. "I missed you too. I'm going to go get you some water." You say, heading to the kitchen. You try find a glass and fill it up when you feel hands on your waist. "You smell and look so good." She says into your neck. You shake your head a tiny bit. "Bil-" "God you smell amazing." She mumbles into your skin again.

You feel her teeth bite as she sucks. You let out a surprised moan. "Billie-" Your hands move to push her away lightly. "You're drunk baby." She looks at you from head to toe. "You aren't doing anything. It's meee, so it doesn't matter." She gets closer again. "Your breath reeks." Your giggle was to be heard as you keep her at bay. "God you're so fucking cute." She says going to kiss you. You must admit she was extremely hot right now. So you don't stop her.

Her lips were soft mixed with the taste of alcohol. Her hands were all over you as she gets incredibly grabby when drunk. "I love you. I missed you so much." She slurs against your lips. Her hands move to your side, fiddling just slightly with your robe having it almost fall. "Bill-" "Need you. Come on." You bite your lip as it slips off you. "Want a taste, please." You let out a shakey breath as she instantly drops to her knees. "Missed you so much." She kisses your inner thigh gently. "So. Much." You didn't feel real, she was even sexier when drunk. Her tongue feeling amazing.

"Your skin is so soft baby." She then says, moving up to your clothed pussy. Instantly making them drop down your legs. "Everywhere just smells so good fuck." And you feel her tongue finally. It being on you hastily. Your mind races with nothing but her and the feeling. If anything you were the one drunk. The way she always made you feel. "Mmm, Billie-" You moan out, putting your hands in her hair. She looks up at you, the most hungry eyes you've ever seen. You then watch them roll back as your walls tighten around her tongue.

She moans into you, gripping your hips tightly. And within seconds you're cumming hard on her tongue. She swallows everything drinking you dry.

"Now I'm drunk on you." You giggle as she comes up to your face. "I'm your alcohol."

"Yeah you are."

bro she’s lying tann’s the real tease it’s insane

confession:

i’m down bad for @tan1shere

this is inspiring another stalker fic, it’s just tooo goooood 🫦

̗̗̀̀➛ killer!billie headcannons

killer!billie x bimbo!reader warnings: smut, obsessive behavior, face sitting, stalking? (kind of), billie kills someone here, grinding, i think thats it tell me if you find any more please!

wc: 1,487

SYNOPSIS: headcannons of killer!billie x bimbo!reader

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an: i wrote this today 💀 IM ON MY PERIODDD and kind of horny ngl

at first, she didn’t think much of you. she thought you were just another co-worker at her boring office job that sometimes brought everyone coffee, like the angel you were.

until she saw her co-worker, oliver, flirt with you. she knew he was flirting with you because he was touching you. he was touching your shoulder, and touching your hair. and touching, and touching. he would stop fucking touching you.

she hated that it irritated her. hated the way you wore things that made people look, like that skimpy top you wore last week, everyone was looking.

the first time you talked to her, you smiled, gave her a tissue wrapped doughnut and black coffee with one sugar cube. said it was nice to meet her and that you were new here.

it’s either you knew her, or just guessed her coffee preference. but you were so thoughtful.

she unknowingly started to follow you to the empty parking lot and find you fumbling with your keys with papers stacked on one arm.

she imagined helping you, taking those papers from you and handing you her number, maybe you call her and invite her to diner or something, anything.

but she never did anything. only savored the way her hand brushes yours whenever you were handing her the breakfast she relied on.

sometimes she skips meals so she can talk to you.

she didn’t even have to ask. just subtly hint that she forgot her lunch at home—and, oh, whatever will she do?

“you can have some of mine.” you smiled softly, pushing half of your sandwich into her hands.

“oh, i can’t take your food. it’s fine, i can go a day without lunch.” billie said, shaking her head. knowing that you would deny her not eating.

“what? no. half already fills me up you can take it.”

“if you insist.” she smiled.

it wasn’t her fault she followed oliver home. it was his fault, for flirting with what was hers. you.

she imagined stabbing oliver in the neck. hiding the body, and comforting you when you run to her, talking about how awful it is for someone to stab such a nice person.

until she actually killed him.

billie prepared her rubber gloves, the sharpened knife and various things. she thought of her plan. would she just knock on his door and stab him? no. that was too dangerous. someone might see her.

so she decided to sneak in his backyard. he lived alone, with 2 cats and 2 woman constantly coming in and out. great, he was even a cheater. see? he deserved it.

and he even screamed like a pussy. wearing his stupid shark boxers and still had his work button up on.

the next day the police came to see the crime. one of the girls he was cheating on knocked on his door to find his dick severed and his throat slit.

and guess who you came to cry to? her. you cried over someone you barely knew.

“i can’t—” hic. “i can’t believe someone s—” hic.

“shh.” she rubbed your back, while you were crying into her shoulder, you were wearing a light pink skirt on and a pretty top that left nothing for the imagination, “maybe i can come over? bake everyone cookies?”

“mhmm,” you sniffle, wiping your tears and snot on her shirt, “m’ sorry bout' your shirt.” you breathe.

“it’s okay, you can make it up to me. give me two cookies instead of one.” billie said, smiling, hiding her satisfaction.

“i’ll give you four.” you giggle. angel.

so she came over. she walked into your house invited. and she didn’t even stalk you to find out where you live—she was being good.

you opened the door with smallest fucking shorts she’s ever seen, and a tiny pink top, with no bra. which means that your nipples were leaving a small print on the fabric.

she’s in heaven. the whole house was lathered in your perfume and natural scent. and the walls were decorated with paintings and little trinkets. she knew your house wouldn’t be boring, like olivers. she sat on your couch and it was so soft.

she thought of fucking you on it. how your moans would ricochet off the pretty walls and how her cock would pump in your pretty pussy. how you would be too afraid to touch her back in case your accidentally scratched at it and hurt her. you could never hurt her.

how she would convince you to sit on her lap, naked, and whine and whimper, begging her to just fuck you already, like you couldn’t wait any longer.

she imagined convincing you to sit on her face. how you’d be too cautious, afraid to break her nose or neck. you would still do it though, sitting on her pretty face that was filled with a satisfied smile.

she would have her head almost falling off the edge of your bed, offering you to just get off her face if it was too much, it would first start off slow, you hover over her face not even siting. holding and gripping her hands, how she would leave small kisses on your thighs before extending her tongue and tasting you.

you would ‘mhph’ at that, left breathless and feeling your knees go weak, she would take her other hand and guide you to fully sit, she would feel the weight of you on her mouth. how she would shove her long pink tongue into you.

you would moan, still holding her hand and gripping her hair, bucking your hips. actually riding her. how your pouty lips let out the prettiest noises. how would let go of her hand and hold her head with both your hands and squeeze her head between your thighs.

she didn’t do any of that, obviously. just helped you with making your cookies.

you were putting in the chocolate chips now, and billie was holding your waist and watching. in reality, she didn’t do shit to help. only preparing the ingredients and keeping you company.

“now we bake them forr, i think 20 minutes.” you said, pushing the tray into the oven and bending, to reveal your striped panties. she was behind you, could feel your ass pushing against her pelvis.

“your really good at baking.” she complemented.

“thank you.” you blush, and smile.

she realized you were an angel ages ago. but when you offered for her to sleep over? oh.

she entered your room and saw the mess, the thrown dirty underwear and your “work” clothes throw in the corner of the room.

your face was flushed and you apologized for the mess. billie didn’t mind though, even helped you clean, she always treated you well, your mom would love her.

you thought about billie meeting your parents, they would think she was the best person you’ve brought them to meet, since all your other boyfriends only wanted you for your body. their personality was horrible too, they all treated your mom awfully.

but billie would never, she’d probably help your mom in the kitchen when she’s preparing the dinner. and your dad would talk about how he needed a helping hand in his mechanic company. noticing how well she was with her hands.

you imagined how the sweat would roll off her forehead—and now that’s dangerous territory, let’s not think of that.

you let billie sleep in your bed, since you didn’t want her to sleep on the floor with a pillow. that would hurt her back.

you didn’t even think of why her knee was between your thighs, she didn’t mean to push herself behind you and do that

you woke up with billie’s knee between your thighs, she adjusted her position and unconsciously moved her knee upward, causing it to hit your pussy, and you sniffled a moan, putting a hand over her knee and grinding subtly.

you were dirty. even moved your shorts and panties to the side to feel the rough fabric of her sweatpants on your bare pussy, feeling her knee hitting your clit at the perfect angle. almost like she was awake.

you slid your hand under the pillow and gripped, digging your head into the pillow and sniffling your whines.

you felt billie shuffle, and stiffen.

“good morning, angel.” she whispered in your ear, putting your shorts and panties back to their designated spot, not before brushing your clit with her middle finger, “were you busy there? sorry, your whining woke me up.”

you apologized a million times, couldn’t stop thinking of her deep, raspy morning voice in your ears. and her knee.

billie left soon after. she didn’t leave empty handed though, she left your house with a box of chocolate chip cookies and two pairs of your dirty underwear stuffed in her pockets. and a little lip gloss stain on her cheek.

i’m working on some longer fics so you might just get a spam of blurbs for a hot second 🙈

on top of me | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. early on into your relationship, billie voices an idea that’s been consuming your mind for weeks.

warnings. smut, grinding, kissing, praising

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billie dominated your mind through her presence. she caused your every shaky breath and scattered thought. she was infectious in a way that made you feel like you were floating whenever her fingers drew your last vestiges of warmth. and she had no idea. it was infuriating; the visions of your entangled bodies colliding in ways you could only dream, never voice.

she however, couldn’t get enough of you either. keeping her sinful mind silent when she caressed your skin. yearning for more, unaware that you too, craved the fire she tried desperately to keep out.

your minds were a mess, both of you. these prospects littering each other’s subconscious while you lips felt like they were crashing together in passion. tingling the skin of your face and the inside of your stomach. giddy, was how you’d describe it.

“billie.” you gasped on her lips, breathing in each other’s pants as your lips touched but were still. mouths open catching your breath. she was on top of you. her eyes lost in the curves of your body. she leaning in again, her tongue harsher and desperate. her hands around your neck as she pulled you closer. her hips were squirming, jeans causing friction against yours. your deep moans we’re muffled by her penetrating mouth.

“fuck, you’d look so good on top of me babe.” she whined into your mouth. images of you straddling her invading your mind. she was quick to take your jeans off before guiding your hips onto her lap.

"Is this alright?" she whispered, uncertain in the sudden shift. You nodded, too focused on the slow unraveling of her clothes. She let out a soft moan as your hips met hers, your lips finding their way back to her own. Her kiss deepened, mirroring the rhythm of your body. Her hands traced your waist, exploring the space between you, as if learning the language of your skin.

“bils.” the whisper was faint, a plea for more. or for guidance on what she wanted from you.

“hm?” she was so lost in the sweet flavour of your lips she barely heard you call her name. your mind grew hazy as she hung onto the string of moans leaving you every-time she’d move her hips slightly.

“i..i need more.” she gazed up at you, catching her breath once again as she bit her lip. the sight of your swollen ones, and pleading eyes almost too much for her.

“then take more.” her hands squeezed your hips, signalling what she meant as she gestured with a tilt of her chin for you to bring your lips back to hers. her arms embraced you when you did. pulling you impossibly close as she waited for you to take your own pleasure. the slow movement of your hips onto hers hers caused her to break away from the kiss, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. your grinding against her exposed heat fluttering to her core, pleasure consuming her. you kissed her neck, when you could, your cries matching hers at your slow pace.

she opened her eyes, biting the skin of her lip harshly, preventing further noises from escaping. she watched as you arched into her, moaning when she’d buck her hips. she went feral at the sight, devouring your ass with her firm grip as your movements became more desperate.

“harder, angel.” she spoke and you complied immediately. you gripped her shoulders for more support as her hands aided your movements. her head fell back, moans flying out of her as you whimpered at the feeling of your breasts against hers.

“fuck, baby.” her voice was strained, hoarse from her moans. but she pulled your chin towards her, kissing you. it was sloppy, but you drowned in it. when the knot in your stomach burst and you came, she guzzled your cries, swallowing them whole as she muffled her own; occasionally breaking apart, unable to keep her lips attached when she released.

“oh my god.” you huffed when you fell onto her, breathing heavily. you were both so fucked out, unable to move from this position, and your pussys too sensitive to handle much movement.

“babe, you should get on top of me more often.” her voice was groggy in the shared exhaustion. but you mumbled in agreement.