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maroon pt. 2 ~ billie eilish x fem!reader

“the mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips i used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon.”

warnings: smut, angst, fighting, dom!billie, sub!reader, eating out, fingering, choking, dirty talk, happy (ish) ending

18+ minors dni!!!

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part one

Two months, It has been two months since that unforgettable night with Billie.

Before you had left that next morning, she had asked you for your phone number to keep in touch. You gave it to her without hesitation, and she had promised she would message you.

Radio silence. Nothing. Not a single message.

After a month, you had accepted that it was just a one-time hookup, and attempted to put your feelings aside. You tried not to let it get to you. She had been the one to initiate everything that night you first met, and you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. So you tried to move on, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her, and it didn’t help that she was everywhere.

And it also didn’t help that she was at your friends birthday party tonight.

Sitting in the corner on the couch, you sip your drink slowly, eyes narrowing as you watch Billie converse with everyone. The fact that she was even here had baffled you, and as soon as you had heard her voice when she walked in, you knew it was going to be a long night.

You stood up from your spot and walked over to the kitchen, opting for a whole bottle of wine, gripping it tightly between your fingers. Your friend sees you and smiles, calling out your name and motioning for you to come talk with her. Your eyes flicker around the group she’s standing with, noticing Billie, and your jaw clenches. Fuck it.

Walking over to them, your hands slightly shake from the tight grip on the bottle of wine.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Your friend squeals drunkenly, putting her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. A smile falls on your face momentarily, genuinely happy to be able to spend her birthday with her.

She smiles big as she introduces you to everyone in the group you��re now standing with. Billie’s eyes bore into yours, a small smirk evident on her face as she glances down at the bottle of wine you’re holding.

After a few minutes of small talk amongst everyone, the group slowly disperses, leaving just you and Billie standing there. Your eyes meet again, and a sinking feeling washes over you as you bring the bottle of wine up to your lips, taking a big sip.

“A whole bottle, really?” Billie laughs out, teasing you, but you don’t find it amusing.

“Why the fuck are you here?” You grit out, ignoring her comment.

Billie’s eyes study your face, almost as if she’s shocked at your outburst. “Looks like we have a mutual friend, small world, huh?” She grins, keeping her eyes locked on yours. You furrow your brows and glare at her.

“You never messaged me.” Your own words throw you off, not even thinking before they fall from your lips.

Her smile fades almost instantly, and she bites her lip hard, contemplating how to respond to you. You frown at her as you bring the bottle up to your lips, taking another sip.

Billie opens her mouth, about to respond to your comment, but you put your hand up, not wanting to hear what she has to say.

“Save it. You’ve had two months, two fucking months to message me, reach out, say fucking anything for all I care.” Your anger is boiling inside of you now, the wine giving you the courage to finally call her out. "And frankly, I don’t want to hear whatever sorry excuse you have. You can’t just come to this party and try to talk to me like we’re fucking cool, because we are not.” Your words continue to spew out, unable to stop them as they come.

Billie’s blue eyes flicker over your face, her mouth still slightly agape. She looks around, noticing a few people staring, watching the both of you closely. Your outburst not going unnoticed over the loud music.

"Fuck you." You spit out, your breathing heavy as you turn around on your heels, storming down the hallway into a random room, closing the door behind you.

Your back hits the door, and you take another swig of the wine, the bottle shaking in your hands. The loud music is now muffled as you try to calm yourself down. Your breathing finally evens out after a few moments, and you step away from the door, taking a seat on a chaise lounge. You set the bottle down on the small table next to you as your thoughts run wild. Were you too harsh? Did she deserve your outburst? Maybe it was all a misunderstanding?

A gentle yet firm knock breaks you from your thoughts as you look up at the door. Your eyes land on Billie as she walks into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it. You sit up straighter, clearing your throat quietly.

Billie keeps her gaze on you, her eyes narrowing as she walks over to you. You pull your lip between your teeth at her stern look, the familiar heat pooling in your belly.

"Im sor-" You start to apologize, but Billie cuts you off, reaching out to grip onto your chin, staring down at you with a look you can't quite distinguish.

"We could've handled this in private, and not make a scene at our friend’s birthday, you know," she sneered, her whole demeanor shifting as she continued to speak. "But you got my attention now, and you're going to regret it, pretty girl." Her hand moved down from your chin to wrap around your neck, squeezing softly.

A small smirk spreads across your face as your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of her grip on your neck. You feel Billie lean in closer, her breath fanning across your face. "You remember what I said last time?" she whispered into your ear.

Next time, you're gonna use this pretty mouth to eat me out, yeah?

A shiver ran down your spine, remembering the words she had uttered that night, her strap deep inside you. You clenched down around nothing at the thought, your core burning with need.

"Billie.." You choke out, swallowing against her grip.

“Gonna use that mouth to eat me out instead of bitching. How’s that sound?” Her voice is low, nibbling on the shell of your ear.

You nod desperately, and she releases her grip on your neck and pulls you up off the lounge. She gives you a knowing look, and you quickly shed yourself of your clothes, stripping to nothing but your lace underwear. Billie follows after you, her eyes never leaving yours as she pulls her baggy jeans down, pulling her shirt up over her head, and chucking it somewhere in the room.

Staring up at her with big eyes, you drop down to your knees as she sits where you previously were. Her legs spread as you position yourself between them. She looks down at you with hooded eyes, nodding, giving you silent permission to continue.

You reach out, hooking your hands under her thighs, pulling her core closer to your mouth. Your tongue meets her heat, and you place a small kiss on her clit.

Billie lets out a groan at the feeling, her hands coming down to tangle in your hair, pushing your head down against her. Your tongue laps at her wetness, sucking eagerly on her clit.

Her grip on your scalp tightens as she throws her head back, moaning softly. You continue to eat her out, burying your face in her heat as she lets out strings of grunts and profanities.

“Fuck, baby.” She yanks your head off her core. You whine as you’re pulled away, your lips red and soaked with her juices. Billie smirks and leans down, kissing you to get a taste of herself on your lips. You groan against her lips as she pulls your hair harshly, her other hand moving to grip your neck again.

“You’re so desperate for me, and to think you were mad at me, hmm? You’re fucking pathetic. You would do anything I told you to do, yeah?” Billie’s tone is cruel and condescending, her hand tightening around your neck. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a high-pitched whine filling the dark and empty room.

Billie pushes your head down again, and you focus your attention solely on her clit this time. You flick your tongue rapidly over her sweet spot, sucking every so often. Her moans fill your ears, only urging you on more. You were desperate to get her to finish.

You felt Billie tense up under you, her hips jerking slightly as her orgasm started to build up. Your tongue ran up and down her folds, as your nose rubbed against her clit. You moved up and pulled her sensitive nub into your mouth, nibbling gently before sucking feverishly.

Billie grunts out as her climax hits her hard. Her fingers grip your hair, keeping your head in place as she rides out her orgasm. You continue to lick and suck at her wet heat, helping her through it.

Her heavy breathing is the only sound you can hear as you pull your face out of her core, her hand still laced in your locks. You lick your lips as you look up at her with blown pupils.

She yanks at your hair again, pulling you up onto her lap. Her hand leaves your hair as it trails down your body, gripping your hip tight.

“Such a good girl for me,” Billie mutters, her thumb brushing against your lip, smudging your lipstick even more. Her hand on your hip moves down to your lace underwear, tugging them to the side. She rubs her fingers up and down your soaked heat. “So wet for me, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of her rubbing at your slit, spreading your legs even more for her. She slips two fingers in, her thumb focusing on your clit, rubbing small circles.

“More, please…” You whisper, rocking against her fingers. Billie smirks as you beg her, her other hand moving back to your neck.

“Louder,” she demanded, her fingers speeding up, fucking into you quickly.

You let out a loud, desperate whine, “Fuck, please Billie, wanna come, please!”

She grins at your pleading, her fingers not slowing. You grind down as she thrusts them deep inside you, curling up and hitting your spot repeatedly. Her thumb continues to rub at your clit, speeding up with the movement of her other fingers inside you.

Her hand grips your throat, effectively choking you as she continues to fuck you with her fingers roughly. You throw your head back in a silent moan, pushing down against her fingers hard, chasing your own orgasm.

Billie notices you’re close, her movements speeding up even more as you clench around her. Your hand flies out to grip onto her wrist that’s holding onto your throat, your body shaking with need.

Her fingers curl up inside you, hitting your sweet spot for a final time as you fall apart. Your hips quiver as you feel your climax hit you, moaning out as she releases her grip on your neck. Billie’s movements slow as your body comes down from its high, your chest rising and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath.

You fall forward against her as she slowly slips her fingers out of you. She brings her fingers up to your mouth, pushing them past your lips. You hum as you suck, your eyes fluttering shut at the taste of your own orgasm.

Billie grins at you and pulls her fingers out of your mouth. “You did so well for me.” She murmurs, pulling you closer to her body. Her arms wrap around you. Your body relaxes against hers, your anger a long-lost thought now.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper into her shoulder, regretful of having yelled at her earlier.

“It’s okay, you had every right to be upset. I shouldn’t have ghosted you like that. Life got crazy, and I know that’s not an excuse, but I truly never meant to hurt you. Im sorry.” She mumbled, her fingers running through your hair.

You pull back at her words, eyes meeting hers, and a small smile falls on your face. Reaching out, you place your hand on her cheek, cradling it and rubbing gently. Her cheeks heat up at the gentle touch, nudging her face against your hand.

“You’re forgiven.” You laugh lightly, leaning down to kiss her gently.

Billie grins into the kiss before she feels you pull back, reaching out for the bottle of wine you had set on the table beside you earlier.

“You and that fucking wine,” She shakes her head, teasing you, as her hands fall back on your hips, squeezing.

You giggle as you take a sip, accidentally letting some dribble down your chin and onto your chest. Billie watches as the deep red color drips down, her finger reaching out to wipe it away. She grins at you and brings it up to her lips, licking the wine off the pad of her finger.

“Sweet.” she comments, and a dark blush creeps up onto your cheeks. The familiar color was so scarlet, it was maroon.

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toon-tales · 8 months ago

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Hiya! Ok, so, I'm here to analyze, again. But! Not a scene. I'm here to analyze the evolution of the one and only #Broppy, from the first movie. I've been planning to include the three movies and the holiday specials, but I figured I can't add that many pics in one post. I can only add ten, soooo-

Let's take it from the beginning: the first appearance for Branch.

If you ask me, he was being rude, maybe even embarrassed Poppy in front of everyone. Yeah, I love Branch, and he's my baby and all, but dude, you shouldn't have done that, especially not in front of everyone. Like, yeah, we later know his backstory and his grandma and his brothers, but still, it's not Poppy's fault, he shouldn't have treated her like this. Sure, her believing life was all cupcakes and rainbows might have been provoking to Branch, but he's still at fault, and I think more people need to make peace with that.

Also, something I noticed, is that Branch and Poppy were close even before the events of the first movie, cause, literally everyone calls her 'Princess Poppy', except the snack pack. They just call her Poppy, and the fact that Branch also calls her Poppy just proves they were close.

Now, later, we see Branch holding Poppy's scrapbook, then staring at even more scrapbooks on the shelves. Like, cute, sure, but it's not what you feel, it's what you show, Branch.

Okay, now, this scene:

The fact that Poppy was knocking on the rock just means she never got into Branch's bunker before. But she knows the address, so that counts. Maybe he had given it to her when they first met in case she needed something after he'd found her hurt with a broken arm or something then they became friends- I'm totally drifting from the post. Sorry about that.

Now, there are two theories:

Annnywayyyy, let's focus on the scene after:

"Which is why I have to ask you..." she hesitated, before continuing, "will you go to Bergen town with me and save everyone?"

She hesitated! She freaking hesitated! Meaning? She probably never asked Branch to help her before. She surely had problems in her life, but she also had her friends, so I belive she always went to them whenever she was in trouble. But now those friends aren't here, which forces her to ask the person who she trusts the most after them. Branch. And, disappointedly, he refuses, because of the fear he's living in.

Moments later, Poppy surprisingly invites the entire village to Branch's bunker to keep them safe. Which was wrong of her. True, she was trying to protect everyone, but using Branch's house without his consent was wrong. Sorry. Sure, it was the safest place for now, but that still doesn't justify it. You can see he was clearly annoyed (which she loved). But I don't really blame her, just like I don't really blame Branch. They both did wrong.

Skip, skip, skip, skip, skip- hold... rightttt here:

Ah, yes. That scene. Now, look. He showed up, because he knew there was no way Poppy could do this by herself, and he wasn't wrong. Poppy, in return, also knew he would come, because it was the third hug time by then.

"I guess we were both right." That line. It speaks volumes for their relationship, yet no one talks about it! They both look at things from different perspectives, BUT, it doesn't mean either of them is wrong.

Like when they arrived at the troll tree: "The troll tree." "Bergen town."

Or when they found out the others were still alive: "They're alive?" "And on a silver platter too. We were both right."

Please writers and artists, we need more content with this line. Add it to your fanfics/art!

Skip, skip, another skip (yes, I skipped the part where Branch tries to avoid talking about his feelings cause it's kinda... i don't know, i just don't know what to say about it. It's sorta obvious), skiiiiiip, annnndddd, right here:

THEIR. FIRST. HUG.

My babies, oh my sweet precious babies. They've been through so much together, and finally, Branch has found it in himself to actually open up about his past (mostly).

I've spoken about this scene in more details in this post.

Now, we're going to talk about one of the most important scenes in the history of Broppy. This:

Branch is talking. He's always used to being in the shadows, never helping anyone, and here he was, helping a Bergen. If that's not a big change, I don't know what is.

And let me tell you, not only Branch was changing in this scene. See Poppy?

She's learning to look deeper into things, even persons. She's finally realizing that Branch, the grumpy, sarcastic troll, might not be as bad as she thought. They're both developing.

Until the rules are swapped.

Branch is the one to find the bright side, and Poppy is the one to cover it. And you can see how disappointed he is.

"I can't wait to see the look on your face when you realize the world isn't all cupcakes and rainbows." But when it happened, Branch realized that this wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want her to be like him, because this was him - a person who doesn't see the cupcakes and rainbows in life, not even in the slightest.

The way he was trying to cheer her up

And the way she actually smiled. Poppy was still there, her happiness was inside, not gone but hidden, and Branch was trying to find it again.

Yet she didn't even notice her own colors returning. Maybe because she was focused on the change in Branch? She wasn't startled when he sang at first, she wasn't happy, just like he used to be. He didn't use to care, until later, when his feelings began to resurface again, because Poppy helped him. Just like he was doing now. Neither did he notice his colors coming back

Aaaaaand, I think the rest doesn't really need analyzing.

Feel free to add or comment on anything.

Part two

Part three

#Trolls #Branch Trolls #Poppy Trolls #Broppy #Broppy analysis #This is so totally new for me so I'm trying my best #I had to merge them because Tumblr won't allow more than ten pics #Trolls analysis #'It's not what you feel it's what you show' line is from 'the song 'Misery' by Maroon 5

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