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[fictionalwh0ree]

sooo i took a break and decided i needed to start fresh and so i deleted all my reqs so pls send some new ones in i need them 🤗🤗🤗

and little side note for other authors, how do yall get interactive followers and mutuals who talk to u i strive for that so bad

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hi if you’re still taking requests for Billie could you do some smut with Billie fucking reader from behind like in the kitchen or something?? Thankyou!

wine drunk- billie eilish

summary: after a dinner party at your house, you and billie are both wine drunk, and there's nothing she needs more than you. word count: 1k warnings: smut; fingering + strap a/n: we're gonna pretend i haven't been awol for for like 7 months. sorry for taking so long anon hopefully u see this🤞🤞

you sighed as you looked at the dishes in the kitchen sink, all piled up and scattered messily. with one hand holding a final glass of wine, you used the other to run your fingers through your hair. your head was spinning a bit, and you felt light. you thought to yourself, “would it be that bad if i left this all for tomorrow?”. you stood there debating, one side telling you that you wouldn’t want to clean this up if you were hungover, the other telling you that you had had too many glasses of wine to worry about dirty dishes.

the sound of the front door slamming pulled you out of your thoughts, followed by the light footsteps of your girlfriend. you paid no mind to it, taking the final sip of your drink before putting the glass down and opening the dishwasher. you loaded a couple dishes into it before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“babyyyy,” you heard her wine softly, barely any louder than the record you had playing in the living room.

her cheek pressed against your shoulder, its warm temperature telling you she was probably a bit more drunk than you were.

“hm,” you moaned back in response, looking down to see her big blue eyes staring up at you pleadingly.

“come sit down,” she began, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “worry about this tomorrow.”

her speech was slightly slurred, and matching the temperature, her face was flushed, most of her makeup from the dinner party now melted off. she put her head back down and you took a moment to appreciate how she looked now, with her cheek pressed up to her eye as she looked at you. her eyes almost looked bigger than usual now, bloodshot and dilated.

“i can’t,” you said, trying to focus your attention back on the mess in front of you.

she lifted her head slightly, placing kisses on your shoulder, starting at the end and making her way to your neck.

“why?” she muttered in between kisses.

when she reached your neck, she began to place bigger, open mouth kisses on it, sucking slightly in a way she knew you loved. her hands moved from hugging your waist to tracing it, her fingertips light on your skin as she worked her way down to your hips. when she reached them, she tugged them backwards, towards hers.

“i’m not gonna wanna deal with this tomorrow morning,” you mumbled with your head thrown back, barely having been able to string that sentence tomorrow.

“yes you will,” she said against your skin, her kisses now at your jawline.

“i’ll help you,” she whispered, now taking your left hand in hers.

she pulled your hand behind your back, placing it on her pants, where you could feel something hard.

“billie when-” you began before she cut you off.

“don’t worry about it babygirl” she said to you, her face mere centimetres from yours.

her eyes were now locked with yours, the pleading stare from earlier replaced with the lustful, low eyes you were far too familiar with. you couldn’t resist anymore, so you closed the space. she wasted no time in beginning to make out with you. with her hands still firmly on your hips, she turned the two of you around, so your front was now up against your, much cleaner, kitchen island, your backside still pressed against hers. her fingers began to roam more, going up and down your body. she quickly moved to unbutton your pants, letting them drop to the floor. her hand moved back to your crotch, her fingers slowly making their way to your clit. she began to rub it in slow circles above your underwear, the movement eliciting quiet moans from you. with one hand holding you up and the other hand on hers, you urged her to do more. she moved your underwear to the side and began to slide her finger across your vagina, teasing it.

“take off your pants,” you said impatiently.

“so desperate,” she teased, but she obliged.

you heard the clatter of her belt on the floor along with her pants as you swiftly took off your underwear, kicking the clothes to the side. you soon felt the soft silicone tip against your opening, your back arching almost in response. billie took a step back, giving you more room to bend forward against the kitchen counter, before sliding it in. she started slow, giving you time to adjust, but slowly picked up the pace. her hands still had a firm grip on your hips, helping maintain the pace as you rocked yourself back with her thrusts. your moans were getting louder, and as were hers.

she let one hand make its way back to your cunt, toying with your clit again. your legs were shaking now, and you could barely contain yourself. swear words fell from her lips as she watched you. she could tell you were close, so with one last move, she tugged your hair, pulling your head back slightly as she leaned forward to meet your lips. you could barely kiss her as your mouth fell open in moans.

“hold on, baby,” she muttered against your lips.

you screwed your eyes shut tighter, trying your hardest to stay on your feet, while silent pleas and whines fell from your lips.

“okay,” she said finally.

you let go, your head falling to the cold marble counter in exhaust, providing a much needed relief to your hot skin. billie pulled out slowly then moved closer to you, with your back to her front. she kissed your shoulder lightly, her hands caressing you gently. you stayed like that for a moment, your eyes closed as you took in all the sensations you could. finally, you felt her take a step back. she stepped out of her own pants and kicked them to the side before smacking you on the ass lightly.

“okay baby, lets go get you cleaned up,” she said, laughing gently before pulling you away, your dirty dishes (and clothes) abandoned to be dealt with later.

[fictionalwh0ree]

hey could you do where the reader is a singer and is like 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂😈 on her shows like how olivia rodrigo is on her concerts.And reader keeps on teasing billie throughout the show which leads to uhh something!!!!… if yk what i mean😍

guess- billie eilish

summary: you are an award-selling pop artist. to surprise her fans, your girlfriend, billie, brings you out to perform your single, guess, that she featured on. however, what billie doesn't know is that the fans won't be the only ones getting surprised that night. word count: 1.7k warnings: smut; fingering and oral sex

billie’s tour had just kicked off, she was ecstatic to be back. her second show was in toronto, but billie was still feeling kind of guilty for having cancelled her show with no explanation to the fans in 2022. she decided she was going to make it up to her fans who had been patiently waiting for the past two years.

you and billie had been publicly dating for only two months, your relationship being announced via your hit single, guess, which you collabed on. since then, the fans had been going crazy over you guys. billie decided that it would be perfect for you to join her for her two toronto shows. of course you agreed, excited to accompany your girl on her tour and happy to surprise her wonderful fans.

when the night of the show finally came, the crowd was buzzing. from your little hiding spot under the stage you could hear them screaming for her. the floor was shaking and the crowd was not losing any energy, making you excited as well. you heard the familiar notes of you should see me in a crown ending, signifying that guess would be up next. you heard the screaming as billie ran past the fans at barricade and finally saw her head pop up from the little entrance. she greeted you with a big smile.

“you ready?” she said, as the cage above you got moved down.

“yep,” you smiled, buckling yourself into the harness that would soon be suspended over the stage.

billie placed a kiss on your lips before signalling to the stage crew that you were ready. someone handed her a mic and the platform began to lift. billie’s face showed that she was excited for the surprise, but what she didn’t know was that you had a surprise of your own, just for her. the box lifted into the air and the crowd erupted into cheers. you bit your own lip as you tried to hide your own excitement. as people noticed who was up there with her, the cheers got louder, almost deafening.

“alright guys,” billie said, her voice barely heard over the crowd, “i’ve brought a very special guest out for one song and one song only.”

the cheers continued and phones were held up high, recording the moment.

“say hi to y/n,” billie said, the crowd screaming in return, “now, are we ready? are we having a good time? yeah? good, you all know whats coming…”

her words dragged out as the first notes of your song played. the crowd went wild as you began to sing.

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear

you wanna know what i got going on down there

you sang, facing the crowd. as you sang the next lyrics, you put your hands in your pockets.

is it pretty in pink or all see through?

from your pockets, you pulled out two pairs of underwear, throwing them backwards so they’d hit billie. her jaw dropped in fake offence, a smile tugging at her lips as the pairs fell to the ground. she recognized them, both of them were real pairs of underwear that belonged to you, ones she’d pulled off you many times before.

is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?

you sang, passing your hand over the tattoo you had, revealed by the tiny top and low rise sweatpants you were wearing. you turned to billie, making eye contact as you continued to sing.

you wanna put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south

you wanna turn this shit out, that's what I'm talkin' about

pu-pu-pu-put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south

you wanna turn this shit out, that's what l'm talkin' about

you wore a teasing smirk, your eye contact unfaltering as you jumped around. they began to lower the two of you to the stage as you sang the chorus. once you unfastened the harness you jumped onto the stage, billie going in the opposite direction as you as you sang. finally, as billie’s part came up, she ran to join you.

eat it up for lunch, yeah its so delicious

you finished off, feeling a hand touch your waist. billie smirked back at you, the two of you definitely remembering the process of making the song.

don’t have to guess the colour of your underwear

already know what you got going on down there

its that lacy black pair with the little bows

the ones i picked out for you in tokyo

you had one final surprise for her. as she mentioned the black underwear, you pulled a pair out of your pocket, half grimacing while fighting a smile, tossing it towards her. the crowd went wild, but they didn’t know one thing. billie had seen you put that exact pair on under your sweats earlier. she picked up what you were putting down and you could almost see a light igniting in her as she thought of the idea of you not wearing underwear. she continued to sing, but you saw the change in her. before, the singing was almost performative, but now it was like she needed you, like if there wasn’t a crown of tens of thousands, she would’ve taken you right there and then.

i wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it

pull it to the side and get all up in it

kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?

she continued to sing, the two of you now facing each other. you ran backwards as she ran forwards, but the distance between the two of you was very little. the tension was palpable and it had left the crowd more energetic and loud than it had been all show. they jumped around, but their phones recorded every second of it.

y/n likes girls, yeah you know i hit it

billie sang, causing you to give her a fake shove, sending her away from you. as you two worked through the rest of the song together, you performed on opposite ends of the stage, jumping up and down with those there.

when the song ended, you met back in the middle. as the crowd roared, she moved the mic away from her mouth.

“no underwear then huh?” she said, her eyes not meeting yours as the two of you smiled at the crowd.

“nope, just waiting for you to finish up here,” you teased, finally looking at each other. you sent her a smile before walking off, waving at the crowd. you swayed your hips a little extra, which did not go unnoticed by your girlfriend, whose eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

“my wonderful girlfriend,” she said to the crowd, licking her lips.

the show continued flawlessly. you watched her from up in a v.i.p. box, but your mind was elsewhere. you loved watching billie perform, but you just couldn’t tear stop thinking about what would happen when you got back to the hotel room. meanwhile, billie was in the same boat. she loved performing and the crowd was so live it was impossible not to enjoy it, but one corner of her mind couldn’t wait to take you in the bedroom.

finally, the show wrapped up. security escorted you to the black suv and you waited patiently for your girlfriend. when the door opened, you immediately smiled. she hopped in, sweat dripping down her forehead from the performance.

“you did amazing billie!” you cheered as the car pulled out.

“thanks baby,” she beamed, “the crowd was amazing, wasn’t it?”

“they were unbelievable,” you agreed.

“oh, by the way” she began, searching through her pockets, “i believe these belong to you.”

she held up the three pairs of underwear that you’d thrown on stage, a smile playing at her lips.

“mm maybe,” you teased, “do they look familiar to you?”

“uh huh,” she said, playing along, “especially a specific pair that i saw earlier today, but on you.”

“got uncomfortable,” you shrugged, looking out the window.

“i don’t remember them being uncomfortable last week?” she questioned with a smirk.

“we’re here, ladies,” the driver says.

you both stepped out, thanking him before being escorted up to your room. in the elevator, it was dead quiet as the security accompanied you. you two stood apart, hands to yourselves. you tried to hold her waist, but she smacked it away. you looked at her face, only to see a familiar facial expression. she smirked at you evilly, fire in her eyes.

when the room door finally shut behind you, the two of you immediately began to make out, hands searching each others bodies.

“you can tease me and make me wait all night, but then can’t wait two minutes to the room from the elevator?” she said between kisses, resulting in a smile from you.

within minutes, your clothes had been tossed all over the room and you were laid down on the bed. as much as you wanted to give back to her after an exhausting day, you knew she’d been thinking about what was between your legs. her hands reached down to your pussy, fingers running over it slowly. she soon inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out as she used her thumb to rub your clit.

she moved down the bed, pulling your legs to bring them to the edge of the bed. her head quickly found its way between your legs. immediately, they clenched around her. her tongue focused on your clit, licking it, rubbing it, circling it, while her fingers continued to pump and curl in and out of you. you began to pant quickly, the familiar knot in your stomach forming. before long, you were on the verge of an orgasm. your moans became louder, signalling what you were feeling to billie. she smirked, and all it took to send you over the edge was for her to lightly bite your clit. you panted in satisfaction. billie looked at you and smiled, satisfied with her work.

by the time you were back from the washroom, billie was knocked out in bed. you smiled at the view. you picked up her phone to check the time, seeing a message from her manager.

“awesome fucking collab.”

[fictionalwh0ree]

thank u so much🤭🤭🤭

Favorite writers on this app

@fictionalwh0ree @xoluvx @tan1shere @dirtypr0mises @bilswildflower but i’m defo forgetting some fr but just like my mutuals that write i like their stuff fr‼️

+myself 😜

[fictionalwh0ree]

hii ! i don’t know if you’ll ever see this because i noticed you haven’t posted anything in a while but i still wanted to say - i came cross your account recently, as i was looking for billie fan fiction to read on here and i’ve been binge reading your stories with her over the past few days. i also recently realized i have a crush on billie and it’s my first time having a crush on a girl & your stories are just really well written and have made me so happyyy :) so thank you !! 💓

aww stop this made my day🫶🫶🫶 having a crush on a girl can be really scary and exciting! i haddd to come on here and respond bc this was so sweet!! i’ll hopefully be writing again by the end of the summer but my inbox is always open

[fictionalwh0ree]

hiii! i hope you’re having a good day/night ^_^ i was wondering if you could wirte either sam or dean winchester with a bimbo reader!! smut or fluff i dunno ahhh TY!!

☆ ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ this took me so long m'so sorry ml !! ۫ .

☆ warning ; tad bit suggestive i mean. it's dean ,,

“pass me the fuckin’ uh..” dean ran his hand through his hair, crouched beside baby. it was a one in a million day where dean had no shit to do, so he found himself doing checks on baby even if she was in perfect shape. doesn't mean he can't check in on his girl, whilst his girl is sat on the precariously stored chair. yeah, he'd told you if you fell he'd absolutely laugh at you however he knew full well that he'd literally perform an act of magic on you to keep you safe.

“uh, screw driver?” you bat your lashes at him, legs rocking as you typed on your phone, snorting out a laugh at the emoticon that charlie had sent you. of course, you liked to help dean out. but the weather was so good, and the sun was good for your skin, or so that forum that you read at the library when you went with sam said. also, you and charlie had a lot of gossip to catch up on, so.. you weren't on your game as much as you usually were.

a soft laugh slips past dean's lips as he shakes his head, looking back at the toolbox in your lap. you watch as he gets up, his hands a little stained with car oil, which in fact, does not suit the white colour of your babydoll top, clinging to the curve of your chest. which dean took much pleasure in, but besides—so you squirm back a little when he comes closer, “dean, you cannot touch me with your hands like that, i love you, but no—”

“relax, sweetheart, just tryna get a wrench,” dean teases, “can't a guy get a wrench? jeez,” he raises his hands teasingly before he carefully grabs a wrench from the tool box. not before swiping his thumb over your nose which causes you to squeal, and he quickly makes his way back to baby before you can retaliate.

“dean!” you gasp, rummaging for your pocket mirror in the pockets of your baby pink hoodie, finding it and soon looking at yourself in the mirror. a little smudge of darkness glistens on your nose and the pout you give dean makes him cackle a little.

“c'mon, it adds character, don't you think?” he does a little tinkering under the car, to which you have absolutely no clue what he's doing. did you want to know? no, not really. you wanted to know why you had oil on your nose! you knew why, but why dean did it was a mystery, and you huffed.

“you'll know what character is when i'm done with you,” you mumble back sassily, giggling when you see the surprise fill dean's gaze. so, he rises from where he is, and saunters his way back over, having used a rag to wipe down his hands so you wouldn't throw a little hissy fit.

“is that right, hm?” his green eyes lift to yours, and leaning against the chair, he bites his bottom lip. hell, he likes when you get fiesty with him. “gonna show me character?” his low, gravelly voice cooed softly as his hands brushed over your sides.

this knocked you down a few pegs, because to be fair, if your bombshell of a boyfriend is speaking like that and holding you like this, well, who isn't gonna get a little flustered. “uh—yeah, character.” you do notice how his eyes flit down to your cleavage for a vague moment, and you speak up, a little uncharacteristically but in a way dean adores—“eyes are up here, deano.”

a groan slips past his pink lips, and you soon find his green, piercing eyes hooded and looking up at you. “tease,” he mutters under his breath, and a flush dusts his skin that he never expected to happen. “think i know where your eyes are, doll, just enjoying..” he traced a finger over the lace containing the spill of your tits, “the view. know you're enjoyin’ mine.”

you thought he wouldn't notice! you'd been staring at him for a while now, considering the fact he'd blessed you with the sight of not only his arms in a tank but sweats? your man was a slut, you couldn't even deny it. “dean, stoppp,” you mumble, getting a little heated as he brushes his fingers over you. “shut up.”

he pouts playfully, pressing his forehead gently against yours. lifting his thumb to your glossy lips, he pulls it gently before letting it go, a giggle slipping past his lips. “now you're being mean, pretty baby,” his hands slide down from your chest to your thighs, squeezing them gently. “mean to your ol’ dean?”

you push at his chest playfully, tapping your acrylics against his chest with a little laugh. this causes dean to dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh a little and pull you against him. “you were bein’ mean to me first, dean!” his brows raise, “you know exactly how. oil? nose? coulda’ gotten it on my top!”

he rolled his eyes at your behaviour, it's not like that top was expensive anyway. you two got it when dean had literally stolen 20 dollars from a wallet he found on the floor this one time. but that's besides the point. “can always get you a new one,” he shrugs his shoulders, flashing the signature winchester smirk. “kinda always been itchin’ to rip this one anyway. doesn't do that body justice.”

“dean,” you two were literally outside the motel, you couldn't do anything like dean was absolutely suggesting. and judging from the way his hand was sliding up under your skirt to cup your ass, well, he was suggesting a lot. he gives a gentle squeeze, growling softly before he lifted you up off of the chair, causing you to squeal. “dean!”

he swung you over so you'd sit on the hood of the impala, watching as your little skirt hiked up. a grin played on his lips and he sighed softly. “how'd i get so lucky, huh?” dean lifted ring clad fingers to brush the side of your face. “grumpy hunter like me.”

“fine ass hunter like yourself,” your retort was instant.

“i didn't say it, you did, so it ain't braggin’,” dean wiggled his eyebrows instantly, drawing you impossibly closer as his hands groped at your thighs gently. he was clearly a big fan of your body.

“dean, there are people walking past,” you nudge him, not before placing a glossy kiss to his cheek. he shrugs, glancing over at a passing woman and her boyfriend on the street. in usual dean fashion, he gives your ass a pat and winks at the couple, not that you realise.

“well, maybe, they wanna piece of this fine ass,” he squeezed, looking up at you through his lashes. “they'd have to go through me, first though,” literally before you can even realise it, you've been hiked up over his shoulder with your ass practically out.

“dean, my skirt!” dean acts oblivious, but slides a hand over you to keep the view at bay, a laugh slipping past his lips. “relax, sweetheart, i got you,” does this calm your nerves? no, not really, but, you relax into his grasp.

“you're the worst,” as you shake your head, your earrings shimmer under the dim lights of the motel as you make your way in. dean's practically a deer in headlights looking at you before he focuses again, and taps the doorframe of where sam's in.

“keep an eye on baby, alright? got some uh, things to be doin’, sammy,” it's like sam didn't even have to ask as he saw dean give you a playful swat on the ass, herding you to the bedroom. 

“yeah, sure, whatever,” sam was ninety-five percent sure he might have to go do his research in the impala because knowing you two? you were loud.

tags ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ @onlynextdoor ۫ .

☆ 𝜗𝜚 ( your honor, i loveeee himmmmmmmmm.... lmk if u wanna be tagged in spn works lolz

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hi if you’re still doing the prompts could you do

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

With Billie eilish please 😍

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you could barely keep steady. you were already getting close to your climax and your whole body wanted to give up as you grinded your hips so the toy would hit your g-spot over and over again. with your legs on either side of billie's chest and your hands on her chest you held yourself up. your head was thrown back and you couldn't help the moans that were slipping past your lips. you'd already been close to finishing twice, but billie brought you back down just before before continuing to fuck you.

billie bucked her hips up, the toy slamming into your cervix as you felt yourself clenching around it. you brought your hand down to your clit, moving to start rubbing it before your hand was slapped away.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" billie asked, breathing laboured.

"fuck, let me finish," you groaned, whimpers falling from your lips.

"remember who's in charge here baby, i'd choose your next words carefully," she smirked, enjoying your distressed state.

another pleading whimper fell from your lips and in one swift movement, billie flipped you over so she was on top. she fucked you harder, bringing her hand down to your clit before rubbing it in circles. she couldn't feel the way you were clenched around the toy, but she could tell you were close due to your eyes being screwed shut and the vulgar moans that were slipping through your lips.

"come for me baby," she said, burrying her face in your neck and placing kisses on it.

[fictionalwh0ree]

Meeting Dally at the Drive In

"You got a light?" You asked, glancing to your friend who was sat to your left at the drive-in.

“You know I don’t smoke,” your friend scrunched their nose at the thought. “Filthy habit.”

As you went to jump to your own defence, two arms reached around, circling you, one holding a lit match as the other shielded it from the night breeze. "Go for it, sweetheart," a rough, New Yorker's voice spoke into your ear.

You masked your momentary shock as you leant forward slightly, hand finding the cuff of his leather sleeve as you lit the cancer stick.

"Thanks," you turned to face him with a coy smile, voice dropping to one your friend recognised all too well as you turned back to the screen.

"Cute broad," the greaser spoke to his friends, not bothering to lower his voice. "Are you a real?" he leant forward to speak lowly in your ear.

You turned your head towards him, faces inches apart. "Honey, if you're dreaming of a broad like me you gotta raise your standards," you joked, taking a drag from your cigarette.

He smirked, eyes scanning you intently. "I've seen you down at the rodeos. You bronc ride,” he stated, leaning back in his seat, nodding at you impressed. “You're good.”

You turned to study him, scanning his face to try and figure out if you remembered him, smiling when it hit you. "You ride bulls don't you," you smiled, pointing at him. "I saw you in—"

"—El Paso," you finished at the same time, both grinning.

"Second place wasn't it?" You raised an eyebrow at him in question, pulling the cigarette to her lips as he nodded in response.

"Man, the guy who beat me was…something else."

Your face broke into a small grin. "He’s the best ain’t he! Ain’t no one better than him.”

“You his biggest fan or something?” He asked, lighting his own cancer stick, ignoring the slight pang of irritation that bubbled in his stomach as you smiled over his conqueror.

“Yeah and I’m is daughter too. Nice to meet ya’.”

[fictionalwh0ree]

congrats on 1.5k!!!! u deserve it!!!

could i possibly get billie and pulling them on their lap?? maybe her gf is kind of insecure of herself (chubby girls unite) and billie just comforts her?? totally fine if not, have a great day/night!!!!!

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✧ thank youuuu!!

it was an off day for you. it was one of those days where you looked in the mirror and just hated what was staring back. this made your whole day shitty and brought you to the point where you were one little thing away from a complete breakdown. the only thing that made you feel a little better was going to see your girlfriend.

you’d spent the day running errands together, and overall had a good time. you’d avoided many cameras over the day, the paparazzis and billie’s own. you’d hoped she wouldn’t catch on, and by the looks of it, it seemed she hadn’t. so you went about your day, getting back to her house and putting away the groceries you’d just gotten. once that was done, she went and sat on the couch. she called you over and when you stood in front of her, you could tell what was coming.

“what’s up with you today?” she asked gently.

you looked away, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror behind her. your eyes began to water and you looked away, biting your lip to keep it from quivering.

“c’mere,” she said looping her fingers through your belt loops.

she pulled you closer and you stood between her legs. she tried to tug you down, you knew what she wanted, but you didn’t want to. you shook your head softly, eyes finally meeting hers. a tear fell down your cheek and with one last tug from billie you gave in. you sat on her lap, straddling her legs as you wrapped your arms around her neck. her arms quickly made their way around your waist and she rubbed circles onto your back. you hid your face in her neck as you cried softly.

“i just feel so… gross,” you spoke between tears.

“hey,” said softly, “look at me.”

reluctantly, you lifted your head and locked eyes with her.

“you are perfect the way you are,” she said, her gaze soft as she looked into your eyes.

“i’m glad someone feels that way,” you said through a laugh.

“seriously,” she started, “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you. then you’d know there isn’t one thing about you that needs to change.”

by the look in her eyes, you knew she was serious. the sincerity of your words made your heart swell and you couldn’t help but hug her tight.

“i love you,” you spoke into her neck.

“i love you more.”

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hiii could you do Billie eilish

Pls and thank youuu ! And also congrats on 1.5k !!:))

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the sky was dark and the california air was cooler than it had been earlier. you’d spent all day helping billie prep an outdoor movie night for her and her friends. you’d baked and made tons of popcorn, and helped her set up the backyard. what used to be just an empty green area for her dog had been transformed. fairy lights, blankets, and pillows surrounded a white sheet that was hung up to be used as a movie screen. candles helped illuminate the area and the food was on display at a table nearby.

billie’s friends had arrived on time and soon you started the movie. you sat between her legs, pillows propped her up and a thick, cozy blanket covered the two of you. you’d had your hand resting on her thigh, rubbing it softly. when you looked back over your shoulder, you could see how she was a little flustered. you focused your attention back on the movie, but slid your hand further up her thigh as you bit your lip.

soon, you felt billie’s hand move from its place on your waist down to the waistband of your sweats. she stuck her hand down. rubbing soft circles onto your hip bone with her thumb. your own cheeks started to flush as you looked around to make sure no one was watching. thankfully, everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen, and because you were sitting slightly behind them, you were out of their line of sight.

her thumb began to run over the waistband of your underwear. she brought her head down to place a long kiss on your neck. at the same time, she pulled at your underwear, letting it go a second later so it would snap onto your skin.

“wait until everyone leaves,” she whispered into your ear with a smile, leaving you biting your lip to hold back your own.

[fictionalwh0ree]

hello!! i was wondering if you could do the “come back to bed” prompt with dean winchester?? ❤️❤️

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streaks of golden light peeked through the bent up blinds of the motel. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the alarm rang through the room. you shut it off, rubbing your eyes before carefully moving dean’s arm from your waist. luckily, he was a heavy sleeper, so he didn’t wake. you walked around the room, your eyes still half shut due to the late night. sam had gone for a run, leaving the room dead quiet as you started to get ready.

you moved to the bathroom to brush your teeth. as you did that, you heard some shuffling coming from the bedroom. you figured dean was moving around and continued what you were doing. when you finished, you stepped into the room. deans head instantly popped up from the covers to look at you. his eyes were puffy with sleep.

“come back to bed,” he mumbled, voice raspy laced with sleep.

“we have things to do, dean. we should be getting ready,” you said softly.

he looked around the room quickly before looking back at you.

“just a couple more minutes, cmon. sammy’s not even here,” he pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“fine,” you looked at him for a moment and couldn’t resist.

you got into the bed again, dean immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. he placed a kiss on the back of your head. the warmth of his body mixed with the heavy covers had your eyes heavy quick.

“only a couple minutes,” you muttered, eyes shutting again.

[fictionalwh0ree]

Congrats on 1.5k!!

May I please request "your morning voice is hot" with Rue?

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the sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating the messy teenagers room. you opened your eyes gently, smiling to yourself as you felt your girlfriends arm around your waist. you stayed there for a couple minutes before carefully moving her arm off of you to get up. you quietly made your way out of the room, finding her house empty. you started to make breakfast for the two of you.

you quickly became involved in what you were doing, making pancake batter and frying bacon all at once. fifteen minutes later and you were still cooking, humming along to music on the radio. you soon heard the bedroom door closed and looked up to see rue dragging her feet into the kitchen as she rubbed her eyes, sleep still evident in her face.

“morning,” you smiled as she approached you.

she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“morning babe,” she mumbled, her voice still deep and raspy from her sleep.

she pulled away and you met her eyes. you smiled at her fondly and she gave you a questioning look.

“what is it? why are you staring at me?” she asked, her morning voice making an appearance again as she snagged a piece of bacon.

“god your morning voice is so hot,” you said, you placing a kiss on her lips.

she smiled at you as you let go, but quickly leaned forward for another kiss. she snaked her hands around your waist, pulling you closer. you leaned into her, throwing your arms around her neck. she swiped her tongue over your lips, trying to deepen the kiss, but you remembered what you were doing all of a sudden.

“rue,” you said between the kiss, “you’re gonna make me burn the pancakes”

“fuck the pancakes.”

[fictionalwh0ree]

May i please request "what was that, i couldn't hear you over the sounds you're making" with Billie please?

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“please please please”

your skirt was hitched up at your hips, sweat already dripping down your face as you panted. billie’s tongue licked up and down your pussy, her thumb circling your sensitive clit. you’d already came on her tongue twice, but she was merciless, not even letting you touch her once.

as you got closer to your third climax, you reflected on your night, what had gotten you in this position. it all started when billie had taken you to one of her friends parties. you were pretty introverted, so you spent most of the night around billie, which she didn’t mind. but as you drank more and more, instead of getting more social like usual, you ended up being more clingy. when her friends would walk away, you’d whisper something in her ear, telling her how you wanted to go home because you needed her so badly. she told you that you’d leave soon, but the alcohol in your system kept you from listening.

that’s how you ended up in the guest bedroom with her between your legs. but as you neared your orgasm, you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted her.

“billie, i need you, please,” you pleaded through moans.

"what was that, i couldn't hear you over the sounds you're making,” billie teased.

“i need to feel you,” you said clearly, almost shouting in desperation.

“one more time,” she cooed.

“fuck me billie, god please,” you begged, your eyes screwed shut as you felt billie’s fingers inside you.

she pulled her fingers out at once and looked up at you. her eyes met yours with a smirk and she began to undress. you pulled the rest of your clothes off properly, tossing them aside as billie climbed onto the bed. she wedged her knee between your thighs and placed a kiss on your lips before falling back and positioning herself so your legs fit perfectly between hers.

you both started to rock your hips, creating friction. moans fell from both your lips and it took everything in you to hold back from finishing, wanting to cum at the same time. as the two of you got closer, your rocking became lazy. looking at billie with her head thrown back as she muttered swear words, you could tell she was close too.

“you ready baby?” she said, opening her eyes to look at you.

you nodded in response, and within seconds your moans were filling up the room as you pushed yourselves a little more. your stomach was tense and your walls clenched before you came with a sigh, the same happening to billie.

she laid down beside you and turned to face you. she propped her head up with her hand, using the other one to brush away some hair from your face as she admired your flushed visage.

“got what you wanted?” she smiled.

“mhm”

[fictionalwh0ree]

saw your post, is this an ok request..?

Dean W. x reader she fell first but he fell harder? where she kicks his ass in a game of pool, and she doesnt give her number, for one of the first times he gives her HIS #. sam makes a comment but dean threatens him or something.

one game- dean winchester

summary: when one of your regulars dies mysteriously, two boys come in and help solve his case, but not without a beer at your bar every evening. when the case is finally solved, one of the boys challenges you to a game of pool in exchange for a drink.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none

owning a bar in a small town was pretty uneventful. you enjoyed your job, enjoyed how you were a part of your community. most evenings you’d watch the same regulars come and go, some who came from work, some who were just out with friends. you’d grown up there and had taken over your fathers place when he passed, meaning you were very well acquainted with everyone. besides a couple passer byers that brought something different into town, every day was very similar. you enjoyed the routine, thinking your life would be that way forever.

until one of your very loyal regulars, gary, mysteriously dies. the county police refused to disclose his cause of death. you thought it was ridiculous, i mean, the guy had known you since you were five. he was your family and you his. you were angered by it and figured it must’ve been something brutal if they didn’t want to share it with you.

a couple days later, your suspicion was confirmed when two fbi agents came into town. one was tall, brunette and more reserved. the other was slightly shorter with green eyes and a huge ego. the two boys came in every night for four nights straight, and between their questions, the green eyed man, dean, would throw in a little flirty comment. the taller boy, sam, would turn his head away or roll his eyes every time, a very similar reaction to yours. you got hit on here and there, but usually it was by way older men. you had to admit, it being someone around your age was a nice change. you thought he was cute, but didn’t bother with anything, knowing they’d be out of town soon.

two other people had died in the period of time that sam and dean were there, but you could tell they were getting close. the sheriff had come in a night ago and had talked to you about how the two boys were helping get justice for the victims. he said he wouldn’t have been able to do it on his own, not a chance.

on the fourth night, the sheriff called. he let you know that the case had been solved and that everything had been handled. again, he kept all details confidential, but thought you would benefit from knowing that the townspeople were safe again. later that night, sam and dean walked in. dean had a fairly fresh gash on his cheekbone, but that didn’t take away from the air of accomplishment around them.

“the usual?” you said as they took their seats.

sam nodded and you poured two cold beers for them. you set them down in front with some peanuts.

“thanks sweetheart,” dean said, prompting a smile from you as you fought back a slight blush

“drinks are on the house for you guys tonight,” you said.

“what for?” sam said.

“sheriff told me what you did for him, for gary,” you replied, “thank you.”

“just doing our job,” sam replied with a smile.

you left them on their own for a little while until sam got up to use the washroom. dean called you over, an empty beer glass in front of him.

“refill?” you asked as you walked over.

“no. actually, i was wondering if i could interest you in a round of pool,” the boy said.

“i’m on the clock, dean,” you said as you leaned over the counter.

“come on, sweetheart,” he cooed, “i’ve seen you busting your ass back there four nights in a row.”

“that’s kind of what comes with owning a bar,” you said.

“you know what else comes with owning a bar?” he said with a smirk as you cocked your eyebrow up.

“doing what you want in it,” he finished, causing you to laugh out loud.

“and if i do that who’s gonna keep everyone’s drinks full?” you asked playfully.

“listen, if you’re not up to the challenge, just say so,” dean said jokingly.

you thought for a second before coming to a decision.

“fine,” you said, throwing your dish rag onto the counter.

“tommy, man the bar for ten minutes and i’ll give you a free beer,” you said to one of your regulars as you walked out from behind.

you met dean at one of the three pool tables.

“ten minutes huh?” dean said.

“that’s all the time i need to kick your ass,” you said as you grabbed the pool cues.

“don’t know about that one sweetheart,” dean laughed as he set up the pool balls.

you handed him a pool stick once everything was set up, but before it began, dean said something.

“if i win, you let me buy you a drink.”

you turned your head and bit your lip to hold back a smile.

“okay, and if i win, what do i get?” you asked.

“the best night of your life,” dean winked with a smile.

your cheeks were on fire and you turned away again with a laugh.

“how about you just pay for all your drinks instead?” you said.

“alright, deal,” he replied, reaching his hand out for you to shake.

you took it and shook it firmly before starting the match. it started off tight, but within five minutes you had three balls left, not including the eight ball. dean had five. you leaned over the pool table, looking up at dean with a smirk before hitting the ball. you got one in the hole and moved to the other side, leaning over again, this time with dean behind you. his eyes traced your figure and he couldn’t help but stare a little as you hit your shot, getting yet another ball in the hole. you hit your next shot from the same side of the table, but missed the hole. instead, you had it set up for a shot that would knock both your last ball and the eight ball in in one.

“your turn,” you said, turning around with an innocent smile.

dean snapped out of his daze and gave you a sheepish smile before continuing. dean hit one in and moved to the next. however, he missed his next shot by a centimetre before backing away from the table for you. you got in position and hit the white ball, your plan executed perfectly. first the red ball went in, then the eight ball. you jumped up and cheered, looking at dean with a large smile.

“how did you do that?” dean asked, astonished.

“this was my dads bar, dean, you know this. i’ve been playing pool since i was like six,” you said as you walked back to the bar.

he took his seat next to sam as you circled back around.

“listen, i know i lost or whatever, but i’d still like to buy you a drink,” dean said as you filled up his beer again.

“okay,” you agreed with a smile.

dean shot sam a look and he took the hint, saying he was gonna go talk to one of the people they had worked with on the case. as you went to make yourself a drink, sam stopped to say one last thing to dean.

“dude, she totally kicked your ass,” he laughed.

“shut up or i’m leaving you here,” dean said causing sam’s smile to widen.

you came back with a drink in hand and spent almost an hour talking to him, serving a bit in between, but found that you liked him a lot more than you thought you would.

when dean realized how late it was, he asked you for the bill. you handed it to him, the only thing listed being the drink he bought you. he looked at you questioningly.

“i thought-“ he started.

“screw the deal. you bought me a drink even though i absolutely destroyed you,” you joked, “plus, you guys deserve it. seriously.”

“thanks,” dean said as he handed you the money.

you took it to the register as dean wrote his number on the back of the bill.

“i only live a couple towns over, give me a call,” dean said with a wink as he walked out.

you folded up the paper and put it in your pocket as the boys left. once they were out, sam gave dean a look.

“dude, you gave her your number,” sam said in disbelief.

“i just need a rematch.”

[fictionalwh0ree]

AAAAA Congrats on 1.5k!! You definitely deserve it! Ive got a little Dean W. prompt for you

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

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✧ thank you smmmmm<33

your previous case had kicked your ass. you hadn’t slept in two days over it, seeing as you were hunting vampires. the nest was so large and there was so much activity that while the three of you worked to take them down, you barely had any time to wind down. the case happened to be a few towns over from the bunker, so when you were finally done, instead of turning in at the motel, you headed back right away.

on the drive home, sam had passed out in the back. you, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. a mix of the pain from a large gash and not being able to sleep seated up preventing you from it.

within twenty minutes of arriving, you and dean were already in bed, entangled in one another. it took only minutes for the exhaustion to take over.

hours and hours went past, the two of you remaining asleep, until dean finally awoke. he checked the clock, seeing that the two of you had been asleep for fourteen hours and was compelled to wake you up. however, you looked too peaceful for him to disturb you. he laid in silence with you, watching your chest rise and fall, admiring the way your hair fell lightly in front of your face. he brought his hand up to your face, running his fingers gently over the sheet marks that were left on your cheek.

a couple minutes later, your eyes fluttered open, meeting deans with a soft smile.

“you look your cutest like this,” he said quietly.

“but i just woke up,” you replied.

“i know what i said,” he confirmed, placing a kiss on your cheek.

to you, all you were was a puffy faced girl with sheet marks all over and washed hair that you didn’t have the energy to fix, but to him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

[fictionalwh0ree]

Phrases/ actions that have my legs divorcing - Billie Eilish pls and thank you !!

hey, u can pick a specific prompt under that section and i’ll get right to it!!

[fictionalwh0ree]

✩ 1.5k celebration ✩

thank you guys so so sooo much for 1.5k

for the next couple days, i'll be taking requests on any character i write for

ive collected prompts from different prompt lists, they're just under the line

send a request with one of the following prompts and the character and i'll write a little blurb!

ly <33

prompt list

✩ you're blushing prompts by @thepromptswhisperer

“You’re blushing.” “Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”

“Are you okay? You look a little…” “I’m fine!”

“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.”

A smiles fondly when B starts to blush and draws them closer, allowing them to hide in their embrace.

“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…”

A touches their own heated cheeks (, maybe to confirm that they really are blushing. Not that they didn’t already know.)

“I’m not blushing. It’s from the cold.” “Yeah. Sure.”

✩ the sweet early morning things by @novelbear

sleepy, playful smiles as they both take in eachothers messy morning appearance

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

snuggling into the others neck to shield their eyes from the sunlight

peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them

"your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?"

waking up a little earlier than usual, meaning they get the luxury of snuggling further into their blankets and lover to go back to sleep.

accidentally falling back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.

✩ make 'em swoon by @creativepromptsforwriting

a subtle wink

holding them close by their hips

pulling them on their lap

smirking in a way that suggests more

hugging them from behind

a kiss pressed to the neck

lips brushing against their ear

whispering to them like they're alone in the world

✩ valentine's prompts by @scealaiscoite

“you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

“has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

“wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

“ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

“i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

“i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

✩ in between by @keyotosprompts

"was that a good conversation?" "oh... yeah. it was great" "great." [and there's this thick, awkward silence afterwards].

person a and person b are dating, and person a just finished a conversation with someone person b was jealous of. when they get home, person b is a bit more clingier and so much more touchy. cue a's teasing and b hiding their face in the crook of a's neck.

^ "so... are you finally gonna admit you were jealous?" "uh, no, because i wasn't" (b says as they press kisses to a's neck and hold a close to their body).

"and i love you. i love it when you do the double-tuck thing with your hair when you're nervous, does [person c] notice that? do they know that when you shove your hands in your pockets, you're really just doing it so you can fidget without anyone knowing? or, what about the way you look at people–" and person a is in total shock the whole time.

person b is sulking after seeing person a reunite with someone they've been close to since forever (think family friend...yikes). person a thinks it's adorable and goes to "comfort" b by peppering their face with kisses and giving them words of affirmation.

✩ phrases/actions that have my legs divorcing by @loveisanimaginarydagger3000

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.”  

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

✩ fluff prompt list by @acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies

“You look really good in my clothes”

“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep”

“I wish you could see the way I see you”

“This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise”

“Come back to bed”

“My parents love you”

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!”

“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

“I'd be a great parent, I’m just saying”

“You remembered my birthday?”

“Come on, love, let’s get you home.”