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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 2 months

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Guess

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Pairing/AU: soft boyfriend!Joel Miller x AFAB!reader, no outbreak

Words count: 1775

Warning: +18, minors please don’t interact! Basically PwP (or very little one lol), established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), pussy pronouns, sex in a public space, sex in a restroom, drinking (very little), reader has breasts and pussy and wears a dress, other than that no other description is given, Joel is soft, reader is so eager and they are stupidly in love, pet names (baby, kitty, kitten), written listening to “Guess” by Charli xcx featuring Billie Eilish.

I wrote it furiously and impulsively, no proofreading and no beta, I hope there aren't too many mistakes 💀 English is not my first language so please, be kind.

Thank you so much to anyone who will read this ❤️

This little game between you and Joel is taking place again tonight.

You dressed super secretive in your bathroom and he took you out to dinner.

Now you’re in a pretty crowded place, enjoying a meal together and looking at each other like you’re starving for a decade.

It’s just like that, between the two of you.

He’s right next to you on a little padded bench at a secluded table and won't stop whispering in your ear feigning total indifference as if he were talking about the weather or Mr. Something's house he's finishing renovating.

“Those pink ones?”

You shake your head smiling slyly “nope, try again”

He looks at his plate, calm and collected, as if he were only focused on cutting the steak in front of him.

He comes closer to your ear again “The blue ones with the little rose?”

You try to show the same composure but it's difficult, increasingly difficult every time you hear his voice get a little hoarse and deeper.

“Nope”

He scoff and take his glass to have a sip of wine.

You giggle “oh come on, you can do better than this”

He places a hand on your thigh under the table, squeezing gently. “It would be easier if you let me touch it a little bit.”

“Absolutely not, not yet. You know the rules,” and he squeezes again, a little harder, looking briefly into your eyes with a smirk that nails you to the bench.

The waitress comes to ask if everything is okay and you feel his hand move, his touch still warm on your skin as you quickly reply that everything is perfect. The girl fills your glasses with water and walks away.

Joel laughs at your embarrassment and you playfully slap him on the shoulder.

You try to go back to your dinner but he whispers again, “Those black lace ones?”

And you know he’s right, you bite your lower lip and you stifle a sound of disappointment, the game is over sooner than you wanted.

You wanted to keep him on tenterhooks a little longer.

Joel grin mischievously “It seems like I guessed right”

You roll your eyes and reluctantly admit "yes"

Joel pinches your side “good. you know they’re my favorites”

You jump on the bench “stop it, you know I hate it when you do that” but giggling more than you want.

The seductive power this man has over you is incomparable to any other man you have ever had.

He goes silent and you can clearly see his eyes turning darker and him licking his lips as he keeps cutting the steak.

You know he’s waiting.

You take a few forkfuls of your salad, chew, and wipe your mouth carefully with your napkin. You do it all very slowly as Joel begins to fidget on the bench. He’s impatient, you can tell even though he’s not vocal.

You try to hide the little smile that appears on your mouth as you take a sip of wine from your glass but he notices. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just the way you can't contain yourself”

Joel taps his fingers on the table as if he had been waiting for years, he always does it when he is nervous. It is an involuntary movement that you have learned to observe over the years, you have become an expert because when he closes himself in his silence it takes all your patience to make him speak. From these small movements you can already imagine what he will say and how he feels.

He comes closer to your ear again and whispers, “You look like you want to eat that salad more than you want me to eat you.”

And then he runs his fingers up the hem of your dress and slides them underneath, over your thigh, slowly, sending shivers down your spine, higher and higher until he reaches the lace of your panties and barely touches them.

You grab his arm and pull his hand away for fear that someone might see you but now it's your turn to fidget on the bench, his warm, deep voice went straight to your pussy and his fingers are all you crave.

He knows your weaknesses as you know his.

And he knows perfectly well that this little game makes you wet and how much you like it when he eats you out.

You can’t wait a minute longer so you look him in the eyes biting your bottom lip and say “Bathroom, now”

Usually you wait until you get home but right now you would kiss him obscenely here in front of everyone, tearing his clothes off.

You get up to go to the bathroom and slip into the ladies' one.

You check that all the stalls are empty and wait with your heart beating like crazy as if it wanted to come out of your chest.

He comes in a couple of minutes later “so you couldn’t wait until we got home?”

You don’t even answer him, you grab him by the collar of his shirt and push him against the wall, taking his lips as if it were the last thing you do. You push your way into his mouth meeting his tongue and intertwining it with yours, you are devouring him and you feel like you could never get enough. His lips are soft and wet on yours, his warm tongue greedily licking your palate. Your hands feverishly search for his ass, filling your hands and squeezing it tightly.

“Hey, baby, calm down” you must have been really impetuous to make him say something like that.

“I want you so bad” you sigh on his lips staring at him “Joel, please”

He takes your hands and kisses your fingers one by one without losing sight of your gaze for a second.

“Do you want me to do it here, kitten?”

“Yes, yes please, eat me Joel, right now” you whimper.

He gives you a sly smile and pushes you into one of the stalls.

He makes you lean against the divider and slips his hand under your dress.

He graze at your panties with his fingertips “mmh, already soaked for me, babe.”

He traces a line of kisses along your jawline and on your neck, wet and sloppy, licking at your heated skin and pushing his body against yours.

You can clearly feel his hard cock on your thigh as he brings a hand to your breast squeezing it while he doesn't stop moving his fingers on your soaking panties.

You whine in anticipation like a dog in heat, you just can’t take anymore of his teasing, he’s driving you wild.

“Joel, please” you mutter desperately.

You feel his smile widening on your skin “alright, honey, I’m going to give you what you need”

He kneels down in front of you and lifts your dress up to your waist, you hold it tight with one hand without taking your eyes off him. He pulls your panties aside and you see his excited grin “God, baby, she’s begging to be licked, isn’t she?” his hand holds your hip, squeezing it, you feel his fingers digging into your flesh, just above the edge of your panties.

He comes closer and sticks out his tongue licking from bottom to top and then swirling it on your clit.

He stops and looks up at you “tell me again how much you want it”

You don't answer him right away, you grab his hair and slam him against your pussy "that's how much I want it” you pant “please"

The vibration of his laughter shakes your core, reverberates on your skin and tingles your clit.

He kisses your folds softly and then parts them with two fingers and starts licking your clit like a hungry man. He is devouring you, his tongue deep in your pussy, his beard scratching you lightly, you feel your body quiver with his every touch.

He tease your hole with just one finger and you cry again “More, please, more”

“Fuck, you are insatiable tonight” he says “and you taste so sweet, babe, so incredibly sweet.”

The image of him on his knees devouring you is something incredible, you look down at his glistening mouth and chin and his eyes so hypnotic are looking at you so voraciously, you think you could come just by looking at him like this but you know he can give you even more “Joel, please”

“I know baby, I know, I’m right here with you”

He inserts two fingers into your hole, you're so wet they slide easily inside you, he curls them and searches for that special spot while he suck your clit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around. His fingers are inside you throughly, you feel them stretching you out just right.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it lightly “God, you’re so good”

You feel the tips of his fingers caressing you softly, over and over again until you can't hold back anymore.

“I’m coming, fuck, i’m coming- Joel”

“I can feel it, babe, give it to me. Give it all to me”

His tongue moves over your clit, quickly tickling it, faster and faster.

You don't care where you are and whether someone might find out, the only thing you feel is a warmth growing inside you from your tummy to your chest, he’s still licking and pumping inside you when you gush all over his fingers and his mouth.

You bite your lip to muffle your cries, he keeps licking you until you calm down.

He looks up at you and you see your pleasure all over his face and chin, glistening his scruff.

“mmmh, thank you babe, this has been amazing” you whisper softly.

“for you this and more baby, and you know how much I love your pussy, I can never get enough of tasting her”

He stands up and kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue and it's the best feeling in the world.

“The sweetest pussy for the sweetest woman” he mutter

“I love you, Joel, so much”

He smiles softly “I love you too, kitty” and he kisses you again nibbling gently on your lower lip.

“Now let’s get out of here before someone finds us” He slap your ass playfully as you exit the stall trying to fix your panties and your dress.

“Joel!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist your delicious ass”

You look at him sternly and then burst out laughing.

You pass him a paper towel. “Fix your face, will you?”

He wipes his face smiling.

“Come on, let's go home, I want to give you something special too"

#joel miller #fanfic #joel the last of us #joel tlou #the last of us #one shot #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #guess #joel miller x f!reader #joel x reader #charli xcx #billie eilish

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melissaeilishortega · 4 months

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Hold me tighter

A/n: For this one, I did two requests (both being about comfort). I know I've been very inactive but I felt like writing :) BYE I STARTED WRITING THIS LIKE A MONTH OR TWO AGO I FINISHED THIS AT 1 AM SO DONT MIND THE SPELLING AND WRITING. PLEASE.

You're burnt out and need comfort :))

Y/n pov:

It was a Thursday night, I was coming back from work with so many emails to read and answer as a former assistant and so many essays to write as a student. Thursday was always the busiest day. The teachers would give more work so that students work hard even on the weekends and for some reason, customers reach out way more at the end of the week. I just wanted one day where I could be free. One day where I could just lay in bed holding my girlfriend all day. I couldn't even remember the last time we shared a meal. We were both very busy but it shouldn't keep us away like this. But truly, I shouldn't complain because it's simply my job.

Unfortunately, this day is only possible once I get my degree and once I can take days off again. I've always had issues with my stomach. Sometimes it would randomly start hurting. I've always been told "It's just stress" but it's still a pain in the ass to feel like you're being stabbed with every move you do and because of that, it leads to me having no more days off. I dreamt of the day I'd finally have an answer to how I can stop these cramps but it never arrived. So I would just miss an average of one day every week because I had difficulties even getting up. After that, there were also my horrible migraines that happened every two days. It was a living hell.

When I finally arrived home, I broke. I didn't think it would happen but it did. I sat in the corner of the kitchen crying for an hour until Billie arrived. I could see the shock on her face when she opened the door that led towards the kitchen and saw me curled up in a corner. I had never broken down in front of her. My immediate reaction was to try to stop crying but I couldn't. My vision was only getting blurrier from the stress of being this vulnerable with someone I love. I tried to explain myself from fear but nothing other than broken sobs came out of my throat.

"No need to talk sweetheart. I know." She whispered as she was kneeling to be at my height.

3rd pov:

Growing up in a place where you would get screamed after if you cried as someone sensitive had negative consequences on how you act and your trust towards the people you loved the most. One of those consequences being to push away some of your loved ones when they are just trying to help. But Billie knew that. She slowly got closer, with no physical touch at all, waiting for a signal that could indicate that you were comfortable with her getting closer. As time went by, she inched closer and closer, taking your hand in hers at a certain point which helped you calm down until you were calm enough and comfortable enough for her to be holding you. You stayed sitting on the floor in each other's arms for a little while just enjoying the comfort.

"Y/n?" Billie said softly, breaking the silence.

You only nodded, not finding the strength to even talk.

"Let's get you in bed okay? You're overworked baby and it kills me that you don't realize it. Gosh, can't stand seeing you this tired..." She said, this time with a more concerned tone in her voice.

She helped you get up, pulling you towards the bed. Once you got in, she joined spooning you.

"Are you comfortable..?" She whispered making sure you felt as good as possible.

"I'm so fucking sorry." You let out. "I feel like a burden Billie! I'm always the one who's late, the one finishing essays at crazy hours, I'm never there!" You exclaim, tears pricking at your eyes again, threatening to fall down on your cheeks.

"I'm holding you back Billie." You said, quietly this time.

"You know that's not true..." She answered. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you closer and tighter. "I love you y/n. More than anything. And if staying with you means waiting for you to finish university and get your degree then I will because I truly do love you. How about we talk about this tomorrow? I know you're tired." All you could do was let out a soft hum before falling asleep in her arms. Your girlfriend's arms. Holding you tighter and tighter than she ever did every single time.

A/n that's fucking crazy it is 12:50 am and I am tired and this ending is probably fucked

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #ask #billie eilish oneshot #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish fic #one shot #celebrity

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ellebarnes90 · 4 months

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warnings: fluff, tensão sexual, inspirado no videoclipe de CHIHIRO da cantora Billie Eilish (minha esposa), não revisado

recomendo assistir o videoclipe de CHIHIRO pra conseguir identificar algumas cenas e poder imaginá-las como são

Você e Enzo são amigos de longa data, poderiam até se considerar melhores amigos. Quando sua última música saiu e os fãs notaram que era sim a voz do uruguaio em uma das últimas partes, só se falava sobre isso nas redes sociais, já que até então ninguém sabia que vocês dois sequer se conheciam. A voz grave em um trecho da música pertencia a ele e a ideia dele participar disso veio diretamente de você, já que Enzo foi o responsável pela criação da capa do álbum.

Agora, enquanto gravavam o videoclipe, você corria do uruguaio enquanto o mesmo corria o máximo que podia para te alcançar a tempo do trecho certo da música. A perseguição representava o relacionamento tóxico dos personagens, onde ela fugia dele e ele corria atrás a fim de tê-la de volta. Quando finalmente te alcançou, te jogou no chão caindo junto a você e então a “briga” começou, ambos se batendo e tentando se prender. A briga estava sendo de igual para igual, pois o que você queria transmitir aos telespectadores era que não era uma briga física e sim emocional, por isso lutavam de igual para igual, o sentimento era o mesmo.

Ambos sabiam que a relação era ruim e que deveriam ficar separados, mas algo fazia com que ambos acabassem juntos novamente.

Da mesma forma que Enzo tentava te prender no chão você também tentava prender ele, mas mesmo que tivesse pedido para ele pegar leve Enzo era naturalmente mais forte que você, o que dificultava para você o fato de conseguir o tirar de cima de você.

O cenário era coberto por grama, nem tão alta e nem tão baixa, com o sol começando a se pôr, Enzo vestia um casaco azul e você um vermelho. E enfim, quando a briga acabou, ambos acabaram sentados de frente um para o outro, com suas pernas entrelaçadas e segurando o rosto dele com as duas mãos enquanto ele segurava o seu da mesma forma. A respiração de ambos estavam ofegantes, graças ao esforço que fizeram na briga. A boca entreaberta e a câmera próxima a vocês, registrava a troca de olhares, o carinho que ele fazia no seu rosto, os lábios dele roçando nos teus e então ele colou a testa na sua, ali você soube que escolheu a pessoa certa para o clipe e esperava que todos entendessem que no fim, ela — no caso você — sempre voltaria para ele, como voltou agora.

E então você deitou na grama atrás de você, sem cortar o contato visual com ele, sentindo as mãos grandes do uruguaio descerem para o seu pescoço, um pouco próximo dos seus seios e logo, vendo ele rir, te fazendo rir também.

E assim o videoclipe acabava, com ambos voltando para aquela relação turbulenta onde um não conseguia viver sem o outro por mais que tentassem. Mesmo se sentindo mais livre e viva sem ele, mesmo que fugisse dele e corresse o máximo que podia, ele sempre te alcança e te agarra, te fazendo voltar para ele assim como ele voltava para você.

Quando o “Corta” foi ouvido, você se levantou e voltou a se sentar de frente para ele, ouvindo o resto da produção bater palmas e você seguiu os passos deles, batendo palmas e vendo Enzo fazer o mesmo, rindo e olhando para você.

Ao cessar as palmas você ainda olhava para o uruguaio assim como ele te olhava e por algum motivo você sentiu um frio na barriga intenso, que subia e percorria todo o seu corpo.

Tudo isso enquanto Enzo se afundava no azul dos teus olhos, sentindo uma coisa na qual ele não saberia descrever caso pedissem, mas sabia que era algo bom.

Você sabia que o fato dele estar no videoclipe tendo o papel principal, que era seu parceiro, poderia atrair alguns haters para você e sabia que muitos dos fãs dele passaram a te acompanhar por conta dele e que provavelmente, te veriam como uma ameaça. Mas por algum motivo, quando estava com ele, olhando nas profundezas dos olhos castanhos dele tudo isso sumia da sua mente, como agora.

Via o olho direito dele ficar mais claro por conta do sol que iluminava vocês, o castanho escuro se tornou claro e hipnotizante, não precisava dizer nada para que ele soubesse que você estava fascinada por ele, assim como ele não precisava dizer nada para você saber que ele estava admirado por você.

Gostaria de poder fotografar esse momento, Enzo sentado à sua frente com o fundo da grama, o casaco azul escuro que caía muito bem nele e o tom amarelo um pouco alaranjado iluminando sua pele…poderia passar anos olhando para ele que nunca enjoaria.

[...]

Quando o videoclipe finalmente foi lançado e os fãs viram que era Enzo presente nele fazendo o papel do namorado, espalharam isso por toda internet, fazendo com que em menos de dois dias o videoclipe tivesse mais de setecentos mil views, com isso os fãs do homem foram em busca de te conhecer mais, saber mais sobre você e acabaram se encantando pelas suas músicas, tornando alguns seus fãs também.

Via nos comentários algumas pessoas questionando se vocês tinham algo, falando sobre a “química” entre vocês, que Enzo era incrível e que você era uma ótima cantora, e que o olhar entre vocês no final fez algumas pessoas questionarem se estavam atuando mesmo ou não.

Lia tudo isso com Enzo ao seu lado, no sofá do seu apartamento, rindo de alguns e bebendo vinho enquanto comiam alguns salgadinhos.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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hi lovely, loving your writing as always 🫶🏻🫶🏻, i was just wondering if you’d write something a little different. Just an idea that came to mind, which is Y/N a previous ex Klaus or someone of the TVD men have mistreated. Traumatised and heartbroken, Y/N moves to a new city and starts a whole new life. A year later, Klaus and the Tvd gang at different locations (klaus = new orleans) (damon = new york) etc are listening to the same music channel, all of a sudden a familiar voice starts playing on the radio- it’s Miss Y/N, the newly and all so talented pop star.

Completely understandable if you’re not into this, it is different and doesn’t seem to be your theme. If you do do it then great, if not great 🤭lotta love for you and your writing.🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

(Gonna be a lot of jumping to different people but will remain in third person throughout)

She Did It

Y/n hadn’t had the smoothest ride to success.

Growing up in Mystic Falls Virginia was just the start of the rocky road known as life.

Being tangled in the supernatural drama as a result of being Elena, Bonnie and Carolines best friend was a whole other trip.

Falling for a toxic original hybrid that doesn’t know how to love hit her hard.

Being used whether it be for leverage in a life and death situation or for her body, she never had it easy.

Losing so many of her friends as a result only made it worse.

Him cheating on her and getting a werewolf pregnant was the straw on the camels back.

But if we’re being honest it was probably the best thing that could have happened. She was free to do whatever the fuck she wanted.

So she graduated, and got the hell out of that town so fast not even a tribrid could catch her.

Y/n went of the grid for nearly 4 years before she was heard from…or of again.

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(New York-Damon and Elena Salvatore)

It was a hot summers day in the city that never sleeps, Damon and Elena stood on the balcony of their apartment in the sun with the radio playing.

Damon stood by the barbecue flipping the burgers while Elena overlook the city. Only happy thoughts in her mind as she tapped her nails along the beat of the song that played.

Damons face twisted into one of recognition and slight confusion as he turned to Elena

“Have we heard this song already?” He asked trying to remember what had already played

“No I think it’s new, why?” Elena hums dismissively

“It sounds oddly familiar” he murmurs

Elena listens a little better and pays attention to the voice, her slight accent peeking through her words and the husk in her tone at certain points throughout. Her brows went up and she slowly stood, her hand moved to turn it up and a smile began to spread across her face

“What is it?” Damon asked confused

“Y/n” Elena stated with a growing grin “Y/n is singing” she projected “oh my god! Oh my god get the phone! Call Caroline right now!”

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(Boston-Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennet)

Both girls smiled as they saw Elena’s name appear on Care’s phone.

Caroline picked up and put her on speaker

“Hey Elena, how’s New Yorkk??” Care asked cheerfully

“Caroline turn on the radio right now! You won’t believe who’s singing!” Elena nearly yelled down the phone. Bonnie furrowed her brows but ran on over to the radio and turned it on.

Their faces light up within seconds of eachother as Bonnie whispered an “oh my god”

“She did it” Caroline uttered, her hand going over her mouth “she freaking did it!” She yelled ready to jump up and down. Both her and Bonnie were hugging in excitement as they listened to their old best friend pour her heart and soul into only 4 minutes of passion.

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(New Orleans-Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson)

Klaus had frozen in step when he heard Rebekah singing along to a very familiar voice.

He stood in the door way staring amazed at the speaker that blasted her voice before the radio presenter chimed it

“And that was miss y/n’s newest big hit, it would seem she just keeps hitting the charts, last week she knocked out her own number one with another” the guy announced making Klaus take a step inside. His jaw went slack as he listened to the people praise her music and the meaning behind her songs. “I’m excited for her interview tomorrow morning” they continued

Rebekah noticed Klaus’s face and smirked “didn’t know she was basically a superstar?” She asked amused and he shook her head “she’s literally everywhere at the moment! How have you not heard her!?” She questioned with a laugh but he only blinked dumbfounded.

Klaus stood for several more songs until eventually leaving and sitting in his own room with his headphones blaring.

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(California-Y/n’s interview on TV).

Interviewer is in italics & Y/n is normal text

Y/n’s smile was big as she sat down opposite her interviewer. The cameras focused on her, she truly looked flawless.

“You look lovely this morning” the presenter greeted, sitting up straight in his chair as she grinned in excitement at him

“Thank you, you do to of course” she responded politely and he smiled

“I don’t want to come on too head on but god everyone is just dying to know, ‘who is y/n y/l/n!?’” He questioned leaning toward her eagerly making her laugh lightly

“No no it’s fine, straight to the point” she began “well I mean, it’s sort of a long story but I always had the dream and aspiration to become a singer and one day something just happened and it made me realise that it would only ever be a dream if I didn’t actually go for it” she explained and the man nodded

“Surely it’s more complicated than that?” He questioned

“No yeah of course, I mean I went to so many different places. I’ve sang in bars, i’ve been a busker on the streets of Chicago, i’ve had producers turn me away and auditions gone wrong. I’ve choked a few times and just had a lot of self doubt toward earlier years. It took like three years to get here, and of course that is like really freaking fast when you think about it because some people are trying for so long and get nowhere. I guess it was partly luck. I prefer to thank the public, I mostly got recognition from people posing me on social media and then bigger people approached me from there” she told him in more detail

“You are a role model to so many young women, you’ve proved to be incredibly resilient and ambitious. Your talent has gotten you so far, you’re already making songs with other huge stars” he stated with a look for her to confirm his words

She nodded and her smile grew

“I’m actually um, flying up to Michigan, Detroit next week, I’m producing a song slash rap with Marshal, well Eminem” she confirms and the cameras flash on her face

“So we should all be expecting a new phenomenon to be created” he question, his hands rubbing together

“I mean it’s Eminem, he hasn’t failed yet” she laughed

“And seeing the other people you’ve already sang with, you shouldn’t be any trouble, fans are truly over the moon to hear the both of you together” he adds

“Yeah, I mean, I’m incredibly excited as well obviously. I’m actually making up a collaborations album, I’ve already recorded some of the tracks on there with uh Taylor Swift and Lana del rey, then I’m with Eminem next week and some time down the line I have a meeting with Billie Eilish and her team and a couple other people but I wanna keep some surprises for the future”

The interviewer nodded along with what she said and leaned back in his seat

“Within very minimal years you have become such a huge success, what are your plans for the future?”

“Well I’m not overly sure to be honest. I know that I want to tour. I’ve done like a couple festivals and a few bigger events but I want to make my way around the states and eventually get out of America you know? I want to go world wide, I’ve actually already got a lot of requests to come to other countries but I need to do states first, see how much I make and how expensive a world tour will actually be”

Each person from her past watched snd listened to everything she said in that interview.

They all listened to the album she had already released and were all eager for her to create a collaborations one.

In some ways it was unbelievable but really, they all knew she was capable.

(I wanted this to focus more on the happiness that they all felt for her finally having her dreams rather than it being all about the past)

(Hope this was sort of what you wanted??? Im not gonna lie I have made up so so so many like fake scenarios in my head with basically this plot😭😭 I always end dating young Eminem and Klaus is all depressed cuz he wants me back. Basically I’m just a very sad being with little to no social life 😬)

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harrysolaf · 4 months

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ᒪᑌᑎᑕᕼ~OᑎE ᔕᕼOT

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I was at the country club one afternoon after playing golf for majority of the day. When this girl named Harlow was working the bar that evening, and oh- she was pure seduction. My first that was ‘I could eat that girl for lunch!’ She was dancing so well and the conversation was so swell. That I had to take her back to my hotel room, and told her ‘that the room was under Claire because we were something rare.’ So, she called me when she got there and she tasted like she was the one. Tastes so sweet she dancing on my tongue. After that I couldn’t get enough it became a craving by the touch. From up the stairs, arching on the chair, and the pulling of the hair. I need the recipe so I don’t overheat. Telling her ‘let’s take this to the shower babe and take off your clothes. I’ll put them on the counter after I help you take them off.’

ᕼᗩᖇᒪOᗯ’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I’m saying ‘I’ll take pictures in your mirror if I can use you as a volunteer so we can become something extra rare.’

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

Here I was thinking this was going to be a one night stand but I’m saying ‘I’m interested in being more than friends on this thin hunch.’ So I can bend her on the craving of eating her for lunch. Yeah, she’s the one with the way she’s dancing on my tongue.

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eilishxcsz · 7 months

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im just so fuckin done man....

Why do people on this app are attacking writers and readers just because they didn't stop posting/reading during the strike? just bc i didnt stop what I WANT to do in this app it doesnt mean idc or whatever. there are also other genocides and deep issues happening around the world and yall forget that

in brazil, young women are being abused, enclaves and i see no one talking about that

LGBTQIA+ people are being slaughtered in russia bc of what they are

in Congo is happening a silent genocide

Thousands of people die and suffer EVERY SINGLE DAY EVERYWHERE

Ukraine X Russia is still here and no one cares

not posting will not help, wake up and donate, go to protests, that will really help

#billie eilish x reader #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #ellie williams one shot #alan wake ii

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kaylinlmfao · 2 years

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Welcome

My name is Kaylin, I'm 19, and I'm in love with Ethan Landry. I love to read, write, and bake. I'm bisexual and single.

This is pretty much just my rules and fandoms. My masterlists for different fandom's will be on this page. This is mostly a smut blog. Minors DNI. If anyone needs someone to vent to, message me. I'm here.

I only write fem or gender neutral reader

Fandoms and people I write for (starred and bold is the main fandom I am in at the moment but you can still request others!)

Masterlist in progress I promise

*Scream - Ethan (fucking love of my life I love you so much ill write anything for him I swear), Tara, Sam, Mindy, Anika, Chad, Quinn, Kirby, Sidney, Dewey, Gale, Billy, Mickey, Stu, Tatum, Amber, Jill, request others

Outer Banks - JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Topper, John B, Pope, Rafe, Ward, request others

Shameless - Lip, Fiona, Carl, Debbie, Ian, Mickey, Mandy, Veronica, Kevin, request others

The Hunger Games - Young Snow (fucking loml number 2 fr), Katniss, Gale, Johanna, Finnick, Peeta, Haymitch, request others

The Turning - Miles

The Goldfinch - Theo, Boris, request others

Ginny and Georgia - Maxine (fem reader only), Georgia, Zion, Paul, Ginny, Abby, Marcus, Norah, Brodie, Hunter, Press, request others

IT 2017 - Eddie, Richie, Bev, Bill, Stan, Mike, Ben, request others

MCU - Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Val, Agatha, Scarlet Witch, request others (I'm a little hazy on the boys)

The Umbrella Academy - Five (loml number 3)

Decendants - Mal, Ben, Evie, Audrey, Uma, Harry, request others

Teen Wolf - Stiles, Void Stiles, Theo, Scott, Liam, Lydia, Malia, Brett, Kira, Allison, Kate, request others

Harry Potter - Anyone just request

Celebrities - Billie Eilish, Finn Wolfhard, Sadie Sink, Millie Bobby Brown, Jenna Ortega, Sturniolo Triplets, Maya Hawk, Ethan Hawk, Elizabeth Olsen, Dylan O'Brien, Thomas Brodie Sangster, Holland Roden, Eminem, request others

American Horror Story: Tate Langdon, request others

Do Revenge - Max, Eleanor, Drea, Tara, Russ, request others

I'm open to writing anyone and anything from these fandoms but you can also request things from other fandoms not listed above. I may have to watch the show or scenes before writing, but I will complete all requests, questions, imagines, oneshots, drabbles, and series based off of your request. Just request it, let me know what you want, and I'll do it

What I will write

Smut. This will mostly be a smut blog so please, minors DNI

Romantic/Platonic Headcannons

NSFW/SFW Headcannons

Yandere (my fave thing to write)

Angst

If whatever you're thinking of isn't on the list, that's ok. I don't have any hard no's so just request and I'll decide if I'm comfy writing it. Thanks. Feel free to request if you have an idea that you'd like to see be written! Also, if you'd like, you can message me for whatever! :)

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novacorpsrecruit · 1 year

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I’m thinking about romanticizing car crashes again

#I have discovered Billie eilish’s 30th and it’s all I can think about #maybe I’ll do a one shot for the steddie dispatcher AU #I have so much I want to do with that AU but nothing cohesive enough to post

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goldsainz · 1 year

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SOMETHING I’M MADE FOR — one shot.

pairing: max verstappen x reader

MASTERLIST.

PART 1.

taglist: @lorarri @noncannonships @whatthefuckerr @lpab

NOTE: this is part 2 to “what was i made for?” honestly i love the direction this took… i feel like i always say this but, this is not meant to reflect real people or try and replicate any real life scenario (other than my personal ones ig), so pls don’t think that this is me hating max, bc i truly don’t. yes, i stole the song from lana (our godess) this is probably my “silliest” fic... idk but i liked the chaos of it!

yourusername has posted an insta story!

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yourusername watercolor eyes. tomorrow.

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ynfan21 we will be streaming!

ynfan22 AAHHHHH

lizzobeeating AHHH 💙💙

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ynfan23 CARLOS WTF R U DOING HERE

maxfan21 i’m scared af

⤷ ynfan24 first official break up song…

ynfan25 if this is like wwimf i will be sobbing

ynfan26 max fumbled so hard omg

maxfan22 GET BACK TOGETHER. NOW.

ynfan27 mother looks so good😩

ynfan28 i hope max always regrets the day he lost her!!!

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yourusername happy me, happy life

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ynfan31 not her changing the saying “happy wife, happy life”

⤷ ynfan32 living for the max shade

ynfan33 oh he fumbled HARD

maxfan31 max how are you doing?????

maxfan32 the reference to “happier than ever”😭

danielricciardo #Real

⤷ ynfan34 DANIEL WTF

ynfan35 NOW THAT YOURE SINGLE MARRY ME PLS

maxfan33 send thoughts and prayers for max

ynfan36 happy for y/n but i’m still mourning them😭

francisca.cgomes you were always my gf, not his

⤷ yourusername we’re the real it couple

⤷ pierregasly No, no, no!!! We are not doing this. Leave my girlfriend alone, Y/N

⤷ yourusername no❤️

ynfan37 I MISS MY PARENTS

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maxverstappen1 I was always better solo.

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maxfan41 OMG??? MAX’S SHADY ERA IS HERE???

maxfan42 nah not the response post😭

ynfan41 boy byeee

maxfan43 supporting him is getting even harder now

redbullracing The #1 and only!

⤷ maxfan44 admin blink twice if you were forced to do this

ynfan42 anyways y/n is better and 1000x more talented🥱

maxfan45 not him pretending like didn’t lose the baddest bitch he will ever know

landonorris You’re gonna act like you weren’t absolutely sobbing yesterday?

⤷ maxverstappen1 Calling my lawyers. Now.

⤷ landonorris Gonna make sign an NDA?

⤷ maxverstappen1 😐😐😐

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v3rstvppen · 1 year

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i need more margot robbie fics/one shots in my life

#margot robbie #barbie #billie eilish #ryan gosling #harley quinn #wolf of wall street #fanfic #one shot

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sanarsi · 2 months

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Sweet treat

perv!neighbor!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: You came to your family home for a vacation. The obsession that is born in Joel pushes him to do very bad things. Warnings: +18, MDNI, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, PERV!Joel, stalking, hidden recording, hidden masturbation, obsessive!Joel, noncon, fingering, pussy eating, unprotected PIV, creampie, age gap (not specified), no-outbreak au Wordcount: 4,7k An: Hey, I’d like to ask you to read the warnings, because the content below may not be for everyone! One shot contains elements of stalking and obsession with reader(you). There is also a NON-CON sex scene. You read at your own risk! Enjoy! Music I worked with: THE DINNER - Billie Eilish

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The moment his eyes landed on you, the world spun.

Your eyes sparkled like two fireflies, catching the attention of predators. A wide smile was painted on your face, which made his heart beat faster. A white top hugged your breasts tightly, giving him a perfect view of your nipples. On top of that, sweatpants shorts that barely covered your butt.

And all this for free, first thing in the morning when like every day, he went out to check the mail.

But that day, he came home with such a hard cock that he stood in the shower for the next thirty minutes, coming twice.

At his age? Without the blue pill? It was like salvation.

And it was all because of you.

That day, you became his curse.

It started innocently. You went out for the mail at the same time as him. You always looked beautiful when you were sleepy. And Joel caught himself standing by the mailbox and just watching you. Like some kind of creep.

But he couldn't fight it.

He couldn't take his eyes off your body.

He didn't want to take his eyes off your body.

He stood there, letting his cock harden painfully in his pajama pants. All you had to do was come closer, and you could see the tent in his pants. But you never came.

You always smiled at him and waved, shouting "Good morning, Mr. Miller", in greeting.

You had such a sweet voice. Such a charming smile. And all he could do was nod, as always with a straight face.

All he had to do, was barely open his mouth and a moan would escape his throat. He couldn't stop it.

All you had to do was speak up, look in his direction, give him that beautiful smile, for his cock to quiver as if he was about to come.

It scared him.

It scared him how intensely he reacted to even the thought of you. It scared him that at his age, he had started cumming several times a day, as if he were a teenager again. Several times a day his cock was so hard he couldn't walk without feeling physical and mental pain. And every time he finished, your name would spill from his lips.

At first he felt awful. You were young, innocent, nice, and he was acting like a common pervert. He couldn't stop. He couldn't look at you like you were a normal person. He couldn't ignore you sunbathing in the garden.

It wasn't his fault that his bedroom window gave a perfect view of your garden. And it wasn't his fault that he was standing, hiding behind the wall, watching you smear sunscreen on your body. And it certainly wasn't his fault that his hand was pumping his hard cock until he came a second time against the wall.

Even at night he didn't get any peace from you. You haunted his dreams like an apparition. Your shiny eyes looking at him with desire. Your delicate lips entwining his cock. Your sweet tits rubbing against his skin.

Even in his dreams he couldn't rest.

Every day he woke up hard as a rock or coming in his sleep. In the worse case, his boxers leaked from warm cum.

He got up, lived, fell asleep and slept, and you were constantly in his head.

And that was for a few weeks. And the whole time he behaved like a common boor in your company.

He never returned your smile, didn't answer you, didn't wish you a nice day, nothing.

You saw him talking to other neighbors, how he talked to his daughter on the phone, how he talked to everyone except you. At first you thought he stopped liking you. After all, when you were younger, you played with his daughter, and everything was fine then. So what could have changed?

You matured.

You became a woman so tempting that his brain stopped working normally.

He stopped seeing anything wrong with spying on you spending a sunny day in the garden. There was nothing wrong with watching you get ready for bed in your own bedroom.

Everything about you stopped being wrong.

But everything started to get to him.

Going to work was such a big challenge that he installed several cameras in the house. Cameras perfectly positioned to spy on you. And he did it. Even while at work.

He watched on his phone how you hung up the laundry, sticking out your ass. How you dug through flowers, kneeling and showing your tits perfectly for the camera.

And he came.

In the car, in the bathroom, on his lunch break.

His balls were still full and seemed bottomless.

How could they be when he had so many treats before him?

He spent his evenings either watching you or watching videos of you. The hot tea had long since cooled down, standing on the table, waiting for Joel to take at least one sip.

But he was busy.

His pants were off his hips and his hard cock was in his hand. That was more important. The recording from this afternoon, when you were lying on the deckchair in the garden. But this time you weren't sunbathing. This time your hand was immersed in your shorts, when you shamelessly touched your cunt. The recording was without sound, but Joel could hear you moaning in his mind, arching your body in pleasure. He could only imagine how beautiful your singing sounded.

What a frenzy you could drive him to if he was home then…

Another growl echoed through the room as he squeezed his cock harder so as not to come too quickly. Your hand ran over your stomach to the tit that you squeezed. He shuddered again, demanding an orgasm. His balls squeezed painfully as your hand pushed aside the material of your bra, giving him a perfect view of your sweet tits. And that was enough to make him come with a hiss.

Hot cum began to drip down his fingers, but his cock refused to soften, oh no, he was still hard, the head furiously red, slowly turning blue. And Joel continued to squeeze it painfully at the base, as if the pain was bringing him any relief from all this.

The doorbell tore him out of his hypnosis.

The phone fell out of his hand as he jumped slightly in place. He cursed under his breath, bending down to pick up the device and quickly locked the phone, placing it on the table. He glanced over his shoulder towards the door, just as you looked through the small window next to you to see if anyone was home.

"Fuck," he said, terrified. His heart sped up and his eyes widened at the sight of your face blurred through the decorative glass.

In his haste, he let go of his cock and wiped his hand on the leg of his pants. Unfortunately for him, the cum had started to congeal so his hand was all sticky.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling his boxers and pants up over his hips. There was a knock on the door. "I'm coming!" he shouted, getting up from the sofa and fighting with his jammed zipper, heading towards the hallway.

Silently cursing under his breath, he straightened his crumpled shirt and opened the door, almost ripping it off its hinges. His gaze immediately fell on you and how you jumped scared on the spot. And your tits did the same.

Fuck.

"Mr. Miller, good morning," you said with a fast beating heart. Your wide smile and the way you looked at his face quickly caused another dose of cum after orgasm to fly into his cock. He clenched his jaw tighter seeing you reach out your hand towards him.

Why did you have to give him your right hand?

His own, tightened around the door handle. Silence fell between you which clearly indicated to you to take your hand away. You cleared your throat nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to another.

Nothing escaped his attention. You were stressed.

No wonder.

He acted as if he was at least possessed.

"I made a cake," you started with a crooked smile. Only then, he notice the tray of chocolate cake you were holding. "And I thought I would visit you. Is Sarah here?"

"She's not here," he replied more sharply than he intended. A shadow of disappointment crossed your face but you immediately hid it by smiling pleasantly.

"Then we can eat together," you suggested, looking at him with sparks of hope in your eyes.

The stain of moisture on his boxers was getting bigger and bigger. And all he wanted now was to slam the door before your face.

But he ended up moving aside to let you in.

A radiant smile immediately appeared on your lips when you walked past him. Your shoulder brushed against his and the sweet perfume intoxicated him so much that for a few long seconds he simply stood by the open door.

He made a big mistake by letting you into his home.

You entered the lion's den yourself, giving yourself to him on a plate.

Something dark flew through his eyes as he slowly closed the door and as quietly as he could, turned all the locks. His heart was beating like crazy in his chest as he stared at the dark wood. The sounds from the kitchen barely reached his mind.

While you were calmly preparing plates and forks, he was fighting with something animalistic that was being born in his chest.

But then your voice echoed off the walls. "Are you coming?"

Then he stopped fighting.

His heart slowed down, beating slowly and powerfully. He took a deep breath and straightened up, immediately getting bigger. A smile filled with evil appeared on his face.

"I'm coming," he said in a strong voice and slowly headed to the kitchen. You bustled around in every direction, putting a piece of cake on plates and in the meantime making coffee. "I see you still remember where everything is," he said lightly, watching the way your fingers wrapped around the crowd you were currently holding.

Your small fingers on his cock would look much better.

He wondered if you would be able to embrace him with one hand.

"I have the impression that there are things hidden here that you have no idea about," you joked, glancing at him over your shoulder. Joel snorted under his breath and sat down at the table.

He didn't take his eyes off you for even a moment. You looked so natural as you walked around his kitchen. He could get used to the sight. But his dick would need time. Because it was trembling painfully with every movement you made. He felt like it was torture sent to him for the evil he had committed.

But you didn't seem to notice how his eyes darkened the moment he looked at you. You didn't see how his gaze pierced your soul. You just sat down across from him with a sweet smile, handing him his coffee.

"Black without sugar and milk," you said proudly.

"Good girl," he praised you without even looking at the contents of the cup. You could pour him poison and he still wouldn't take his eyes off your face.

Joel noticed how a shadow of shyness passed through your eyes when you gave him a quick glance before taking a sip of your coffee.

"So... how are you?" you asked, starting to eat the cake.

And the next hour passed with you asking him questions and him answering them. For the entire hour he sat watching your lips wrap around the small fork, your tongue licking the coffee that was left on your bottom lip. And for the entire hour, his boxers were soaked.

His cock was leaking as if every word you said was pleasurable to him. His balls were swollen with arousal that couldn't escape. He was like a wild animal trapped in a cage, and before him was a juicy meal.

But eventually you ran out of questions too. An hour was enough for you to know everything that was going on in his life again. An hour was enough for you to eat a few pieces of cake and drink coffee when he had barely touched his first portion.

But you didn't seem to notice that either.

You were blind to the signs that should have let you know something was wrong.

You were blind to his madness.

"Can I use the bathroom?" you asked politely before getting up from the table. Joel just nodded and waited until you disappeared up the stairs before clearing the dishes from the table.

You walked through the hallway towards the bathroom and looking around, you could tell that nothing had changed here. Only more pictures had appeared on the walls. You stopped, looking with a smile at the picture of Sarah and Joel during her graduation. The perfect daughter with the perfect father.

You felt warm looking at the other photos until something caught your attention.

You glanced through the ajar door to Joel's bedroom and frowned noticing the camera standing next to the bed. You wouldn't have been interested if the camera wasn't pointed at something outside the window.

You glanced over your shoulder towards the stairs hearing Joel washing the dishes. You decided to quietly enter the room.

You looked around not noticing anything new. The same furniture and the same bed as before. You went to the window and looked out, noticing yours and his garden. Everything in perfect view.

You glanced at the camera and swallowed hard, realizing that it wasn't aimed at his garden. But you still decided to make sure because maybe you were just telling yourself something that wasn't there.

But when you glanced through the lens, your heart stopped in your throat.

You could now see the deckchair perfectly.

It was lying on which you sometimes lay naked and sometimes...

"Oh my god," you whispered, starting to tremble.

The sudden bang of the door closing almost gave you a heart attack.

You turned around with your eyes wide open and automatically took a step back when you noticed Joel. He leaned against the wall next to the door with a gentle smile.

He had to admit that in some situation you found yourself, he felt a slight amusement. You looked at him with such horror, as if he had at least killed your entire family.

And he was only innocently admiring your beauty.

"I see that there is nothing to hide anymore," he spoke first and bounced off the wall, slowly approaching you.

His step forward equaled your step back.

Until you finally hit the dresser.

"I won't hurt you, you know me," he said calmly, raising his hands a little to show that he had no bad intentions. But your back had long since been drenched in cold sweat and your brain told you to run away.

You glanced towards the door and back at him.

Joel knew immediately what that meant so he sighed quietly. He only had to close his eyes for a second and you were already running towards the exit.

But he was faster.

"Where are you going?" He grabbed you by the waist and easily pulled you to him, locking you in a tight embrace. You squealed, stiffening with fear when he started to surround you from every side.

He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent, and shivers ran through your whole body. You panted heavily, looking with fear at the door that was now beyond your reach.

"Easy, baby," he whispered gently, holding you tightly to his chest. But still, you tried.

You jerked.

Once, twice.

But he was stronger.

You tried again, but then a soft groan escaped his throat. You stiffened again, realizing something hard was digging into your ass. And then he pushed his hips towards you, grinding against you. Another moan disappeared into your shoulder and a wave of heat washed over you.

"I won't hurt you, I swear," he said pleadingly and hugged you tighter, once again rubbing against your ass. He couldn't stop his animalistic desire to grab you and possess you.

Maybe if you hadn't gone into his bedroom and found a camera, he would have let you leave.

But now he just couldn't.

He couldn't let you go.

"Joel, please," you cried in response to his next moan.

"I will please you," he assured, slowly sliding his hand down your stomach.

You shivered when he simultaneously tightened his hand on your breast and slid his fingers under your shorts and panties.

He laughed tenderly into your neck, moving lower until his entire hand covered your pussy.

"You shaved for me," he whispered, placing a kiss under your ear.

You pressed your lips together tightly, holding back a sigh. The blood in your veins began to boil from too much stimulation.

His fingers played hard with your soft breast, his lips placed soft kisses along your neck and his fingers collected the moisture that was constantly leaking from you.

Oh yes, you had shaved before coming to him. But you were expecting a different turn of events.

A movie night, a bottle of wine, maybe a little making out on the couch.

You definitely weren't prepared for THIS.

And suddenly his two fingers plunged into you. You shuddered and tightened around him.

"You so wet 'cause of fear?" he asked amused and bit your skin gently, slowly starting to fuck you with his fingers. Fear mixed with arousal that you couldn't fight. His fingers were thick and long and teased your oversensitive walls perfectly.

"Stop," you whispered in a breaking voice.

But just as his signs didn't reach you before, now your pleas didn't reach him.

He was hungry. He was so hungry that all he thought about was sinking his teeth into your flesh. His fingers slowly and skillfully began to cause unwanted effects in your body. Your clit throbbed dangerously and all the heat began to pool in your lower abdomen.

“Shhh, don’t fight me,” he whispered, tightening his arm around your breast.

Your own body betrayed you the moment your hips pushed themselves towards his hand to impale yourself more on his fingers. He immediately withdrew your hips with a quiet laugh of satisfaction. He held his hand tightly on your pubic mound and slowly dipped his fingers inside you.

He was delighted by the way your juices flowed over his skin, finally soaking into your panties. Your insides were soft and warm, making his cock leak at the thought of sinking inside you. Finally, you couldn't hold back a quiet moan as he curled his fingers inside you.

"I found it," he whispered with a wide smile in your ear and repeated the same motion again. Your knees buckled under you but he held you too tightly to let you fall. He buried his nose in your hair and focused on hitting your sweet spot.

You began to thrust your hips in rhythm with his fingers, grinding your ass against him at the same time. His moans began to mix with yours until you came, pressing harder into his chest. Joel rode you through your orgasm until you began to tremble from his touch.

Then he withdrew his soaked fingers from you and didn't mind running them over your clit before removing his hand from your panties.

He ran his nose down your neck, making you shiver. His arms tightened around you again, not giving you the chance to move.

"Don't run away from me," he whispered in a tone that sent cold sweat running down your spine.

You were so delicate, so fragile in his strong arms. He could crush you if he wanted to. He wouldn't even have to try to defeat you. That's why he really didn't want you to force him to do it.

He didn't want to hurt you.

He wanted you both to benefit from the situation that had arisen between you. It could fix everything. You could forget about how you found out about his obsession. You could create something amazing together. Something unique.

“Joel, please,” you whispered tearfully as he started to back away towards the bed. You couldn’t fight him. If you did, he would have easily picked you up and just thrown you where he wanted.

“I know baby,” he murmured, kissing your neck. “We’ll just check if it can fit in, okay?” he asked innocently, earning a sob from you in response. "Yeah, you're such a good girl."

Another sob escaped your throat before he pushed you hard onto the bed. You fell onto the mattress with a gasp and barely lifted your head before you felt him ripping your clothes off you. The cold hit your soaked cunt and you moaned uncontrollably.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows and tried to move away from him, but he grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him. You howled pulling the sheet behind you and tried again but quickly froze in place when you felt his tongue on your clit.

Joel dipped between your thighs, licking your juices from your entire pussy. He licked every inch, letting you moan and press your face into the mattress. His tongue was big and warm, perfectly covering your entire hole and even better entering it.

You pushed your hips towards him, impaling yourself more on his tongue. A loud moan mixed with wet sounds as he licked your cunt. A second orgasm suddenly erupted in your belly. You whined like an animal, letting him take you all the way to the end. Your hole began to squeeze against his tongue, and he purred in satisfaction.

Drunk with pleasure, you didn't even notice the lack of his touch. And Joel was already unzipping his fly with trembling fingers. He took his cock out with a hiss.

He was hypersensitive even to a slight breath of air. He was furiously red and his veins pulsated along his entire length like mad. His balls ached like never before in his life, begging him to get rid of everything he had inside him.

And seeing your hole, tightening around nothing, took away the last of his control.

He pushed you onto the mattress and immediately pressed his whole body against you. You moaned feeling his weight on you.

"Let me in," he growled hungrily into your ear and only then, slowly positioned his cock at your entrance. He moaned feeling the moisture that had leaked out of you on his tip.

He had to enter you.

He had to.

"No, please," you sobbed, feeling panic take over your body. "I'm not on the pill."

But it was too late.

Joel entered you slowly, moaning loudly as he did so.

“Fuck,” he sobbed, overwhelmed by the feeling of your tight, wet, throbbing pussy wrapped around his cock.

He couldn’t even fight the orgasm that overcame him the moment his hips crashed into your ass. He began to pant heavily, his cock throbbing inside you, releasing more and more of his cum. The pleasure hurt, driving him into a daze.

Your sobs mixed with moans of pleasure. Joel was big. You felt him deep inside you, in places that had long since left your pussy.

When the first orgasm left his body, he looked at you lying limply under him, clenching your fists tightly on the sheets. And his cock was immediately ready to fight for another orgasm.

He pulled his hips back and thrust into you again, leaving you breathless. He slid his hands down your body and grabbed your ass tightly. A throaty groan caressed his ears as he spread your buttocks apart and began to watch his cock sink into your hole. It was all glistening with your juices, which were getting more and more every time you squeezed on him.

"Baby, this is such a beautiful view. Literally takes my breath away," he said in delight, making you whimper.

His cock slowly rubbed against your insides, drawing pleasure like a magnet. Your clit throbbed and your walls tightly embraced his entire length. A few tears soaked into the sheets, because he was too long. He would go all the way in, penetrating you like you were a fuck doll.

And then he would pull out, kissing the tip of your slit with his tip before sliding back in. And so on and so forth until all you did was cry out in pleasure. And as if that wasn't enough, Joel spat between your ass cheeks and began to massage your asshole with his thumb. You shivered at the feeling and he moaned in pleasure as you clenched around him tightly.

"You like it?" he asked with a smile and looked at the side of your face as you whimpered. That was all he could see. But it was enough for him to see the grimace of pleasure. The pleasure he was giving you. He.

This time Joel was savoring you. He slowed down every time he was close to coming. He kept his orgasm in check, afraid that he wouldn't be able to come a third time.

But every time he slowed down, he deprived you of it too. The game he was playing made you sob and cry more hot tears. You were helpless as he brought you to the edge of another orgasm and slowed you down again.

"Please, let me come!" you screamed in frustration. He looked at you in shock, feeling a strange tightening in his chest. And right after that, a proud smile spread across his lips.

"You will come just from my cock?" he asked, astonished.

"Yes!" you cried. "Yes, I will! Please!"

Joel looked at you, delighted by how tender and thirsty you were for his touch. His obsession didn't decrease. Every moan you made, every second he was inside you, every tear you shed, all of it made him want you even more. He was hungry.

So this time he thrust into you without stopping. Your moans mixed with his loud panting as he entered you over and over again. His hips clashed against your ass creating sounds that were mind-blowing.

He was no longer gentle.

He couldn't control himself as you begged for his cock.

As you begged him to bring you to orgasm.

"Yes yes yes," you whimpered, feeling as each of his movements slowly brought you to the very gates of hell. And when you came, Joel heard the most beautiful sound in his entire life and felt the strongest orgasm he had ever had.

Your pussy squeezed his cock tightly as it throbbed, cumming inside you. It froze both you and him, you could only experience the wave of pleasure that flowed through your bodies.

Panting heavily, he looked down at your limp body and experienced a shock, because he finally felt fulfilled. Finally, after so many weeks, he had experienced an orgasm that satisfied him enough. But despite this, his cock was still standing hard, buried deep inside you.

His hand slowly ran down your spine to the nape of your neck, as he slowly bent down, crushing you with his weight. But now it didn't bother you at all, it was actually pleasant. His nose began to run along your neck, cheek and ear, leaving wet kiss marks with his mouth behind it.

"I'll take care of you, I promise," he whispered with something dark in his voice.

And despite your tiredness, you knew you were fucked.

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ellebarnes90 · 4 months

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warnings: melancólico, ódio, comparação corporal, gatilho, inspirado em alguns versos da canção "Wildflower" de Billie Eilish

“Você vê ela no fundo da sua mente? Em meus olhos?”

Já fazia quase cinco semanas desde que alguma fã do seu namorado achou seu perfil, de alguma forma conseguiu entrar nele — mesmo ele sendo privado — e expôs seu namorado com o uruguaio. Pelo o que você entendeu lendo alguns comentários no twitter, viram um pedaço do seu reflexo em uma foto que ele postou no elevador, desde então sua vida tem sido um inferno.

Enzo se culpava por isso é claro, sabia dos comentários maldosos que você recebia em suas redes sociais abertas como Tiktok, Tumblr e Twitter, se sentia péssimo vendo você naquele estado.

Certo dia, sentada no sofá você não viu Enzo chegando por trás, lendo com você alguns daqueles comentários.

"Gorda."

"Achei que quando ele fosse namorar alguém seria alguém pelo menos parecido com a ex e não com uma feia dessas"

"Ah, achei ela bonitinha mas esperava coisa melhor"

"Poxa, eu ainda tinha tantas esperanças dele e da **** voltarem..."

Comentários como esses te faziam pensar se você era o suficiente para ele, se deveria emagrecer mais, se deveria mudar algo, se seus lábios, nariz e olhos eram bonitos como os da ex dele, se algum dia ela chegaria aos pés dela.

Cansado de ver a namorada deprimida lendo aquilo, ele pegou o celular da sua mão, te deixando surpresa já que não sabia que ele havia acordado, era tão cedo.

Enzo sentou ao seu lado e te fez o olhar, grudando suas duas mãos em seu rosto, mantendo seu olhar fixo no dele.

— Você não é gorda, tá bem? Não é feia, não é nada do que dizem. Você é o ser humano mais lindo que eu já pude ver em toda a minha vida, de fato ela é bonita mas nunca que vai chegar aos seus pés. Mi ángel...esquece essas pessoas

Era manhã cedo, você nem se quer tinha penteado o cabelo ou passado um corretivo para cobrir as olheiras, mas Enzo simplesmente não conseguia te achar feia, te achava tão linda. De corpo, rosto e alma, podia passar horas te olhando e não era atoa que a tela de bloqueio e papel de parede dele era uma foto sua.

— Talvez se eu...

— Não — te interrompeu —, você não tem que fazer nada, tá? Não é por que eles dizem que você é algo que você realmente é, pelo amor de deus. Seus olhos são lindos, seu nariz é lindo, sua boca é linda, cada detalhe seu é tão lindo, amor...Por que acha que eu amo fotografar você? De dez fotos que eu tiro nove são suas e a outra é nossa

Mesmo com todas aquelas palavras você não conseguia se achar o suficiente, ele era tão lindo comparado a você — segundo aquelas pessoas —, a ex dele era tão linda e vendo as fotos e vídeos deles juntos você podia sentir o tanto que ele amava ela, chegando a se perguntar se ele te ama assim ou amaria algum dia.

Passava noites se perguntando se quando ele te abraçava pensava nela, se quando olhava nos seus olhos imaginava ela, se ele ainda via ela no fundo da mente dele como ela via. Passava horas se olhando no espelho tentando achar alguma característica sua que poderia o fazer lembrar ela.

Ficava horas sem comer pensando que assim ficaria mais magra, que aí quando fossem fazer sexo não correria o risco dela esmagar ele, já que segundo alguns comentários e vídeos era isso que iria acabar acontecendo algum dia.

Nos dias dos namorados quando viejaram para Buenos Aires, enquanto ele foi em algum lugar comprar comida para vocês, você ficou chorando no quarto, você sabia que contar a ele o por que dó choro só iria o magoar, então decidiu guardar isso para si e até hoje ele não sabe que assim que saiu pela porta, você chorou como uma criança.

Não era como se só recebesse um ou dois comentários, eram diversos comentários por dia que te faziam pensar se você realmente era aquilo que falavam e que Enzo só estava com você por não saber te afastar.

Por saber que estavam expondo suas fotos do seu perfil no Instagram, você simplesmente decidiu apagar todas elas, incluindo os destaques com o uruguaio, apenas não apagou a conta por que Enzo implorou para que não o fizesse.

Antes de tudo você se sentia tão bem, se achava tão bonita, mal via defeitos em você, seu relacionamento era bom, você era animada e alegre e agora...vivia deprimida lendo aquelas coisas.

Talvez se você pudesse se ver como Enzo te via ou pudesse sentir o amor incondicional e único que ele sente por você, você conseguisse esquecer essas pessoas e esses comentários.

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chrissv4mp · 4 months

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bring that over here , BILLIE E.

summary: when billie sees you come out of the shower, she can't hold back her crush on you anymore.

pairing: bsf!billie eilish × bsf!fem!reader

warnings/topics: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, fingering, praise, begging, pet names(mamas, baby, good girl, pretty girl, etc.), oral, restraints, blindfolds, etc.

a/n: first billie one-shot, gimme ur thoughts🙏

wc: 2.6k

"call me back when you get here," billie said, finger tapping on the back of her phone as she looked up at the ceiling of her living room.

"i will, see you in a little, bills." you replied, smiling even if she couldn't see.

before you could hang up, billie's voice came through your phone again, and you put the device back up to your ear.

"wait, wait! i forgot to tell you that i got you somethin'." the girl spoke, sitting up straight on the couch before resting her feet on the coffee table.

your eyebrow raised, and you laughed nervously, "what? you really didn't have to, i'm just sleeping over for a few days. did i do something?"

billie smirked, "nope, just wanted to get you something. you work so hard and barely ever treat yourself, y/n."

your cheeks flushed, eyes flicking between your floor and the kitchen counter, "thank you."

"no problem, mamas." your smile faded at the nickname, face turning redder by the second.

it wasn't like that was the first time she's called you by that name. it was just that it had such an effect on you, and you had no idea why.

"see you later," billie muttered before she hung up.

the doorbell rang, and billie quickly got off the couch and went over to the front door. she smiled when the door opened, revealing you.

"hey," the black-haired girl said, leaning down to give you a hug before moving to the side to let you in.

"i missed you," you replied, looking back at her, placing your backpack beside the couch before sitting down.

billie hummed, lockint the door before walking over to the couch and taking a seat next to you, "i missed you, too."

"and that's why i got you this," the girl exclaimed, grabbing a white box from off the coffee table and giving it to you.

your smile widened as you grabbed the box, carefully opening it and revealing a necklace that had your initial on it, "oh my god, thank you so much, bills!"

she nodded, smile wide, "of course, y/n,"

"lemme help you put it on?" billie asked, reaching out for the necklace in which you gave it to her.

you turned your back to her, and billie gently moved your hair over to one of your shoulders, her cold touch making you shiver slightly.

billie bit her lip, noticing how soft and clear your neck was. she just wanted to mark your skin, make you hers.

she carefully clipped the necklace together, before scooting back as you turned to look over at her again.

"it looks great on you, mamas," she complimented, eyes traveling further down your body, going unnoticed by you.

your cheeks flushed again, looking down at the floor, nervous as you felt her gaze on you.

"thank you," you muttered, a small smile on your face.

"billie!" you called, and the girls head quickly went up from her phone as she got on her feet.

"yeah?" she yelled back, tucking her phone into her back pocket and making her way over to the hallway to hear you better.

"could you get my towel? i forgot it when i got in here. it's on your desk chair." billie hummed in response before making her way up the stairs to her room.

after she made her way back down, she knocked, towel hanging over her forearm as she waited for you to crack the door open.

you opened the door slightly, leaving the smallest space so billie could slip the towel through, and as the black-haired girl looked up, she froze.

her face flushed a light pink color, and her tongue peeked out to wet her lips at the sight of your body in the mirror. she could only see the top half of you, but she wasn't complaining.

your tits were on display, and billie couldn't help but stare. sure, she'd seen them whenever you two went to the beach together, but now they weren't covered.

your wet hair was still falling over your shoulders, some strands sticking to the wet skin of your neck. you looked unreal, and billie couldn't help but bite her lip.

"are you there?" your voice had the girl jump slightly before quickly slip the towel through the gap, her eyes moving down to the floor.

the door closed, and she wasted no time in walking back to the living room and sitting down in her spot again.

her phone wouldn't satiate her boredom anymore. she felt like only you could in this moment of time.

billie groaned, throwing her head back against the couch in frustration. she swore you did that on purpose. why else would you open the door that much?

maybe she was overthinking, but then again, you knew she had a crush on you. she didn't even try to hide it, and yet you still didn't care.

i mean, who wouldn't want billie eilish obsessing over them?

the creaking sound of the bathroom door caught billie's attention, her head turning to look over at you.

you stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but your towel wrapped around your body, your now dry hair falling perfectly over your shoulders.

the blush on your best friends face was noticeable from where you stood, now, and you couldn't help but smirk.

your smirk widened as you watched her stand up, making her way over to you with a pout clear on her face.

she stopped in front of you, closer than intended, before she spoke.

"what game are you trying to play, y/n?" billie asked quietly, tilting her head to the side.

your eyes stayed on hers, arms crossed over the front of your chest to hold up your towel, "i don't know what you're talking about."

her lips upturned into a small smile, taking a step closer to your half-naked body. you could feel her breath on your lips.

billie's eyes went down to your lips, her breathing shaky from how close your two bodies were.

her hands stayed at her sides, not wanting to be the first one to give in, "oh, i think you do,"

"you're teasing me, trying to get me to break," she muttered, tongue peeking out to lick her lips again, "just tell me what you want, y/n."

your eyes moved to her lips, staying there for a while before your eyes found hers again.

exhaling shakily, you grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her body flush against yours, "i want you, billie."

she opened her mouth in a silent gasp, shock flashing over her features before she finally leaned down to kiss you.

you smiled into the kiss, feeling her hands on your waist through the fabric of your towel. billie sighed, running her tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

your lips parted, and the black-haired girl quickly dipped her tongue between your lips, exploring your mouth and whining.

she was the first to pull away, chest heaving up and down from breathlessness as she stared at you with lust-blown pupils.

"you're so fuckin' hot." the girl confessed, knees almost giving out just from the way you looked at her.

"and you're by far the best kisser i've ever met." you whispered, looking up at her.

she nodded with a smirk on her face, "yeah?"

you hummed in approval, grip on her collar loosening, "go upstairs, i'll be there in a minute."

the black-haired girl didn't think twice, following your orders as she quickly made it over and up the stairs to her bedroom.

she grabbed a hair tie from her desk, putting up her hair before sitting on the desk chair, waiting impatiently for you to come through the door.

billie bounced her leg as she heard the stairs creak, eyes fixated on her halfway open bedroom door.

she gasped quietly as she watched you open the door, your naked body on full display for her to see. her face flushed red, getting out of the chair and walking over to you.

her hand landed on your bare waist, and you shivered once again at her cold hands. her free hand went to close and lock the door before she pushed you against it.

her clothed body was flush against yours, and the feeling of the fabric of your bestfriends shirt rubbing against your chest made your nipples harden.

a whimper escaped your throat, lips parting slightly as you stared up at billie, "need you,"

the girl almost groaned at your confession, instead inhaling sharply before going to tease you, "how bad, baby?"

"s'fucking bad, bills.." you whined, hands going up to tug at her collared shirt.

her hand landed on yours, stopping your movements as she gripped your hand harshly. she finally got to touch you after all the time she's waited.

"well, you can wait a little longer, yeah? go sit on my chair for me." billie demanded softly, stepping back to let you walk over and sit.

she bit her lip, walking over and kneeling in front of where you sat, "so pretty, baby."

you sighed impatiently, moving to spread your legs and show your wetness to your best friend, "please."

the black-haired girls breath hitched, her pupils almost completely covering the light blue irises of her eyes.

"fuck—just, wait, stay here." billie exhaled, getting off her knees to go to her closet.

you listened to her, waiting on the chair for her return. when she did come back, you felt her presence behind you.

"put your hands behind the chair, y/n," she muttered softly, and you obeyed her, moving your hands so that they were resting behind you.

you felt the girl tie your hands together with a soft ribbon, and your eyes rolled back just at the thought of being restrained whole she touched you.

her hands left yours, and then she came into view again, walking back in front of you and getting on her knees.

she didn't even ask this time, knowing what your answer would be just by staring into your eyes before pulling your legs apart and tying each of them to either leg of the chair.

the ribbon was blue, of course, that was one of the colors she was obsessing over currently. she had blue everything, and fuck, even her shirt was a light blue.

there was still one last piece of fabric in her hands, and when she went to move behind you again, you knew what it was for.

"is this okay, y/n..?" she whispered, her breath on your ear turning you on even more.

you nodded frantically as if it was the last time you'd ever get to do this, and billie chuckled quietly before beginning to put it around your head.

your vision was completely black now, and you squirmed around in the chair out of excitement and nervousness.

"made me wait so fuckin' long.." you heard the girl grumble before you felt cold hands on your thighs.

"i should make you wait longer.." a pout showed on your lips, and you threw your head back softly with a whine, "but i'm nicer than that, and i want to taste you s'bad."

billie went silent, and you would've thought she left the room if it wasn't for the feeling of her breath on your chest and her weight on your lap.

you gasped as you felt her lips wrap around your nipple, her tongue swirling around the hardened bud.

her hand went to your other breast, toying with your nipple as she worked the other with her mouth.

the girl groaned as she continued her movements, her mouth moving higher up your chest and leaving a trail of purple-ish marks up to your neck.

she could mark you now, she could let everyone know that you were hers now. billie sucked on the pulse point of your neck, making you squirm even more at the pleasure.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. feels s'good, baby," you moaned quietly, hands straining against the ribbon around your wrists.

as she continued the bites on your neck, you groaned impatiently, hips bucking up in an attempt for some sort of friction.

"please, baby, i need you. need you t'fuck me so good.." you begged, and billie whined at the wetness pooling in her panties at your noises.

the girl got off your lap, quickly dropping to her knees for the third time that night. this time, you felt her lips on your thighs, trailing kissing upwards and toward the place you wanted her the most.

your hips bucked up again, and this time billie pushed you down, her grip surely leaving marks. your lips upturned into a smirk as you let your best friend control your movements.

you'd never been in a situation like this ever, and billie being one doing this to you made it all the more pleasurable.

"shit," you gasped, feeling the girls tongue run along your clit and then your entrance.

she dipped her tongue into you slightly before pulling back and repeating her motions.

after a few minutes of her torture, you heard the girl huff and then felt 2 of her fingers slip inside of your entrance.

"fuck!—billie, oh m'god," whines and whimpers fell from your lips, and you swore your wrists were white with how hard you were tugging on the ribbon.

the black-haired girl smirked as she watched you squirm, your chest rising and falling quickly, "doin' so good, pretty girl."

her fingers curled as soon as she was knuckles deep inside of you, making you let out a pornographic moan at the feeling.

she chuckled as she continued fucking you with her fingers, leaning down to wrap her lips around clit and suck harshly on the swollen bud.

billie was sure she would get noise complaints sometime tonight or tomorrow morning, but she didn't care. all she cared about was getting you off right now.

"m'gonna cum!—please, please, please lemme cum, bills..!" you begged, the rest of your sentence coming out as incoherent babbles.

she smiled around your clit, her fingers speeding up and ignoring the ache in her wrist.

her lips left your clit, and she licked them, groaning audibly at your taste, "cum for me, mamas, c'mon,"

just from her words, you came with an especially loud moan, eyes feeling like they would roll to the back of your head from the pleasure.

"s'good, such a good girl for me, baby." the girl praised, eyes fixated on the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took.

as you came down, billie carefully pulled her fingers out of you, moving to stand up, "open."

you listened to the girl, opening your mouth and feeling her fingers rest on your tongue. you quickly lapped at them, licking then clean of your juices before she pulled her hand back.

billie took off the blindfold and restraints before helping you onto the edge of her bed to sit again.

"how was that, mamas?" she asked softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you rested on her clothed chest.

you only nodded, feeling incapable of speaking after the high you just came down from.

she smiled, laughing softly before kissing your head.

"so, i don't know if you know, but i'm interested in more than just bring your friend, y/n." she teased, and you laughed.

"actually shut the fuck up," you playfully nudged her shoulder before pulling her in again.

a few moments of silence, and then you spoke again, "i'm also interested in being more than just your friend, bills."

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