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i can fix her (no really i can)

[ruebossanova]

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rumi or rue, 18, ✄ ✄, she/her !

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Any kinks?

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[ruebossanova]

hiii its summer and i misss writing and i have work anddd summer classes but ima thug it out bc you deserve more works <33333

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– MAKING UP FOR NEGLIGENCE

cw: abby is a med student & a nerd, size kink, fingering, gentle sex, rubbing, praise kink, established relationship, petnames

your girlfriend, abby, has been neglecting you because of her med school stress. eventually, she makes up for it.

“Abby?” You called her name softly, opening the door just enough to let the light from the hallway slip inside in thin stripes.

Abby was hunched over her desk, her muscular arms sprawled across the desk, and her face resting against her forearms. You moved closer cautiously, as if you were approaching an injured animal. In reality, your girlfriend Abby had the tendency of stressing and studying until she was too burnt out to even grab a toast.

You placed a hand on her shoulder, “Abby, you’ve been studying way too much. Come have a break?”

She let out a small sound, somewhere between a grunt and a “no”, but she didn’t move or even wake. You ran your hand down her back, tucking back the loose strands that had escaped her braid.

“Hey, your exam’s not due until next week. You’ve got plenty of time. Come to bed now,” you said gently.

“No, I still have to revise…” Abby mumbled, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes— or at least trying to.

“There’s no point in studying when you’re this much sleepy.”

“I’ll be fine,” Abby insisted.

You sighed, “alrighty,” you rubbed her shoulder one last time, “I’ll be downstairs so I don’t disturb you.”

You turned, walking to the door. Abby averted her eyes from her books and looked towards you finally. Seeing you leaving the room made something in her work, and she suddenly stood up so hard, she knocked her chair down.

You, startled by the sound, jerked and turned around.

“What’s wrong—?”

“Stay,” Abby said, crossing the room in two strides. She grabbed your wrist, not too tight, but firm.

“I’m right here,” you said slowly.

“No, I mean,” Abby moved back, picking up the chair with her other hand and setting it upright. She sat down, and patted her thigh, “here.”

Your cheeks reddened, “Abby, you’re getting nowhere with your syllabus with me on your—”

“Please,” Abby said, staring up at you with her irresistible puppy eyes.

You sighed before smiling, “alright.”

You sat down on her lap, her arm instantly wrapped around your torso as she secured you with your back to her chest. She grabbed both your legs and swung your thoughts together over her legs so you were now seated comfortably sideways on her lap.

You leaned your head onto her neck, watching Abby muttering under her breath as she went over her notes again.

There was a little furrow between her brows whenever she was focused, it was something you found so adorable about the other woman.

Within a few minutes into the study session, you saw her head droop a little.

You knew she’d insist she wasn’t tired, or that she needed more revision so you didn’t ask her to sleep in. You waited and watched your girlfriend’s murmurs slow down into peaceful soft breathing. Her head drooped again, resting against your frame as she instinctively pulled you close with both arms wrapped around you now.

You smiled to yourself.

“I love you, baby,” you whispered.

Abby pulled you closer, “love you, too.”

Morning came soon before you registered it.

Somehow you woke up in bed, tucked carefully in the blankets. You blinked before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your palm.

“Abby?” You turned to the side and saw her laid beside you.

“Mmm,” she grabbed ahold of your waist and pulled you into her frame, back against her chest “fuck, I missed holding you like this.”

“We literally live under the same roof,” you laughed softly.

“I know,” she said with a hint of regret in her voice, “been busy with college, regardless I shouldn’t be neglecting my girl.”

You smiled despite yourself, “it’s okay, Abby, I understand.”

Abby’s hand reached down, “really, let me make it up to you, princess…”

“Abby…” you let her lay you down, her hand massaging your thighs, “you really don’t have to.”

“I know,” Abby kissed your forehead, “but I want to.”

She pulled your panties down slowly, letting it dangle from one of your legs as her hand settled on your sensitive area. She held it, rubbing slowly as if she was letting you savour the feeling before she actually started stimulating you.

Her fingers dipped inside just slightly earning a small mewl from you.

“Fuck, it’s been so long,” Abby muttered.

Your arms wrapped around her neck, “go slow, okay?”

“No promises, princess.”

You couldn’t help feeling yourself getting wetter at the thought of her overstimulating you. Her fingers entered slowly, keeping a steady pace as they worked inside you. Two fingers— yet they felt like they’d provide a challenging stretch.

Your arms tightened, “Abby…”

“Y’trust me, don’t you?”

“I do,” your grip loosened a little.

Abby’s fingers curled. You moaned, body arching to her touch.

“Now, that’s my good girl.”

You couldn’t help squirming under Abby as her fingers moved inside your wet cunt earning the filthiest sounds from you.

Your legs were quivering already and it had only been about a few seconds since Abby had started finger fucking you but you couldn’t help it. She was just so good at it. She was good at anything that involved her hands.

You grasped her tighter. “Abby, Abby…”

She moved closer to you so you could hold on comfortably as her fingers moved faster. Every stroke inside was addictive in a way that left you craving more of her to stretch you out.

Maybe it was because Abby simply happened to have big fingers. Big, calloused fingers that fucked you so deep you lost your mind.

You gripped the sheets tightly, “Abby— I’m close!”

“Cum for me, baby,” Abby leaned closer to kiss you.

You kissed her back as your legs tensed before falling apart, your liquids gushed out soaking the sheets and Abby’s hand in the process. Your mind went fuzzy for a good minute.

“That feel good, baby?” Abby asked, voice so gentle it hurt.

You nodded, “thank you, baby…”

“Don’t mention it,” Abby rubbed your sore cunt, “did so well for me, my princess.”

You kept your face buried in the crook of her neck. Abby didn’t push you away, she continued holding you. A while later, you felt her hold shifting a little.

“Breakfast?”

You giggled, “I thought you’d forget about it.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately, “I never forget when it’s you.”

[ruebossanova]

HI GUYS LOOOOOLLLL IM SORRY FOR GOING GHOST. college has been sooo crazy but break is coming up so i’ll be putting some stuff out soon :)))

[andyoucallmeupagain]

people congratulating me on taylor swift’s engagement like she’s my close personal friend

[ruebossanova]

hi guyssss. i miss writing, i’ve been extremely busy lately but i will try and get some stuff out today since i have some free time on my hands, thanks for being patient with me!

[soulinthread]

if i had a girlfriend i'd kiss the ground she walks on

[ruebossanova]

I love your Dom! Gracie posts. Can you write another Dom! Gracie, but the creative freedom is up to you 🩷 Tysm!

lose it - gracie abrams

dom!gracie x sub!reader

word count: 602

warnings: thigh riding, oral (r!receiving), fingering

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"you think you’re so fucking funny, huh?" gracie mutters against your neck.

you giggle breathlessly, legs around her waist. “i didn’t do anything.”

"you wore that top. leaned over the speaker. winked at me during ‘cedar.’”

"and?"

her teeth graze your skin.

"you really wanted me to lose it, didn’t you?"

the balcony door’s cracked open. you can hear the city hum below.

you’re straddling her thigh, panties soaked, dress bunched at your waist.

gracie leans back in the chair, hoodie pushed halfway off her shoulder, thighs spread like she’s waiting to be worshipped.

"you gonna behave?" she asks, dragging her thumb over your mouth.

you nod.

"we’ll see."

she holds your hips steady.

"grind, pretty girl."

you do — slow at first.

heat building. pressure sharp.

she hums. "already so wet for me."

you whimper. "wanted you all night."

"yeah?" she smirks. “you gonna make a mess on my thigh now, baby?”

you pick up the pace.

her hands tighten.

your moans are soft, breathy, too real.

"that’s it, princess," gracie whispers. “ride me. fuck yourself stupid right here.”

you bury your face in her neck.

"mama—"

she grabs your jaw, forces your eyes back on hers.

"let me see it."

you cum fast.

shaking. trembling. thighs twitching around hers.

"good girl," she whispers. “so fucking pretty when you fall apart.”

you cling to her hoodie, breathing hard.

"we’re not done."

you blink.

"i didn’t say you could stop, doll."

she pulls you up, carries you inside.

drops you on the bed.

her hoodie comes off.

you stare. “fuck.”

she grins. “still think you’re in control?”

you shake your head.

"that’s what i thought."

she kisses down your stomach, lips dragging slow.

your panties hit the floor.

her mouth is on you seconds later.

“tastes like heaven,” she murmurs. “could drown in this.”

you arch into her.

"fuck—gracie—"

"shhh, baby. let mama eat.”

you’re already sensitive.

she doesn’t care.

her tongue is relentless.

circles and flicks and pressure just right.

your hips stutter.

“such a good little toy for me,” she murmurs, tongue still working. “this pussy belongs to me.”

you whimper. “yes—yes—”

you cum again.

louder this time. messier.

gracie kisses your inner thigh.

“don’t go quiet now, sweetheart. i wanna hear all of it.”

you’re panting, twitching.

“i can’t—”

"you can," she says. “and you will.”

she slips two fingers in, slow but deep.

you gasp, grabbing her wrist.

she pauses. “color?”

"green. fuck. please."

her smile returns.

"that’s my girl."

she curls her fingers.

you cry out.

she fucks you slow. controlled.

every thrust intentional.

her other hand slides up your chest, over your throat, rests there.

not choking. just holding.

"so fucking beautiful like this," she says. “all mine.”

"yours," you whisper. "all yours."

you cum on her fingers again.

your back arches off the mattress.

she moans watching you — watching what she’s done to you.

"you’re doing so good for me, princess."

she pulls out slow.

your cunt flutters around nothing.

you whimper.

she kisses your cheek. “shhh. i know.”

she doesn’t ask.

just slides her fingers back in while your thighs are still shaking.

“gimme one more,” she says gently. “you can do that for me, can’t you, baby?”

you nod, eyes hazy.

she kisses your lips this time.

you cum with your mouth open against hers.

you’re curled in her lap now.

wrapped in the same hoodie, hair damp with sweat.

her fingers trace your spine.

"you okay, pretty girl?"

you nod. “perfect.”

she kisses your temple.

"next time, don’t tease me unless you’re ready to be ruined."

you smile. “i was counting on it.”

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[ruebossanova]

1, 14, and 16 for billie if that works please !! thank you if you can baby.

you want to be a good girl or not? - billie eilish

1 — “no underwear? did you plan this?” 14 — “why don't you make it up to me?" 16 — “on your knees”

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“you did that on purpose,” she says the second you shut the door.

you blink. innocent. “did what?”

billie laughs, dry.

“wore that little dress. bent over like that. laughed at his fucking joke.”

you lean against the doorframe, slow smile on your lips. “jealous?”

“no,” she says. “pissed.”

she stalks closer.

“take your shoes off,” she says.

you kick one heel off. then the other.

she stops in front of you. eyes low.

“no underwear?” her voice drops.

you grin. “didn’t wanna ruin the lines of the dress.”

she tilts her head. “so you did plan this.”

you shrug, still smug.

billie’s jaw tics.

“you don’t even realize how bad you’ve been,” she says, hand sliding over your waist.

“then tell me,” you whisper.

her mouth finds your ear.

“why don’t you make it up to me?”

your stomach flips.

she backs up one step.

nods to the floor.

"on your knees."

you swallow. obey.

the rug scratches your skin.

billie’s already unbuckling her belt, slow and deliberate.

"you wanna act like a brat in public, you better learn how to behave in private."

she tugs her boxers down just enough.

strap on, black and thick, hard against her stomach.

you blink up at her.

"you’ve been waiting for this all night, haven’t you?"

"maybe."

"don’t lie."

you smirk. “maybe a lot.”

she grips your jaw.

"open."

you do, tongue out, eager.

"god, you’re filthy," she mutters.

the strap slides across your lips. she doesn’t push in yet.

“say please.”

"please, mama."

her breath catches.

"good girl."

she fucks your mouth slow at first, one hand in your hair, the other resting on your cheek.

"such a pretty little hole," she murmurs.

you moan around her.

drool already leaking down your chin.

"that’s it, baby. messy for me."

you gag a little. she coos.

"you can take it."

you’re gagging properly now.

eyes watering.

she pulls out with a wet pop.

"look at that face," she says, smirking. “so much better when it’s full.”

you blink up at her.

"can i ride it now?"

she laughs. “you really are shameless.”

she straddles your face.

panties still on — soaked.

she grinds down slow.

you lick through the fabric.

she groans.

"god, baby. didn’t even take your panties off and you’re already ruining me."

you moan into her.

she starts panting.

she pulls them aside, finally.

bare. slick. warm.

your mouth finds her clit and she cries out.

“fuck—yes—just like that, princess.”

her thighs shake around your head.

"don’t stop—don’t you dare—"

you moan against her, and she jerks.

she cums hard on your tongue.

grinding through it.

fist in your hair, jaw slack.

"fuck—fuck—"

you lick until she twitches.

she finally pulls off. stumbles back.

you’re breathless. soaked.

she’s still catching hers.

you’re still on your knees.

"did i make it up to you?" you ask, smug.

she snorts.

"not even close."

you pout.

she grabs your wrist, tugs you up.

"bend over the couch."

"mama—"

"now."

you don’t get a warning.

just her strap sliding in fast, rough, and unforgiving.

"fuck—!"

"yeah?" she pants. "that’s what you wanted?"

"yes—yes—"

"you take it like such a good girl," she groans.

your dress stays on. her fingers grip your hips.

you cum bent over, half-sobbing, legs shaking.

she holds you through it.

presses a kiss to your spine.

"you’ll behave next time?" she asks.

you grin.

"absolutely not."

she laughs against your back.

"good. neither will i."

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[ruebossanova]

also maybe 4 for billie? love my softie 🥺

don’t pull away from me - billie eilish

4 —slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

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the door clicks shut behind you.

silence settles in like dust.

your jacket’s torn. she’s bleeding through the bandage on her ribs.

"you good?" she asks, voice rough.

you nod. “you?”

she gives a crooked smile. “still breathing, aren’t i?”

you peel off your hoodie, wincing.

"let me see," billie says, already stepping closer.

"i’m fine."

"you’re not."

she kneels in front of you, fingertips brushing the scraped skin on your thigh.

"fuck," she mutters. "you always do this. throw yourself in front of me like i’m not built for it."

"maybe i like taking care of you."

"maybe i like hurting people who try to touch you."

you sit on the edge of the bed.

she grabs the first aid kit.

the silence between you is heavy, but it isn’t empty.

"you’re quiet," you say.

"trying not to stare at your thighs," she mutters. "you’re still bleeding."

you laugh, breathless. “you’re impossible.”

"you’re hot when you’re reckless."

she finishes wrapping your leg. presses a kiss to the gauze.

"thank you," you whisper.

billie looks up. "don’t thank me. you’re mine."

your stomach flips.

she leans in, slow. doesn’t touch you. just looks.

"let me take care of you this time."

you nod. barely.

her lips brush yours.

she kisses you like she’s sorry and proud and obsessed.

like her mouth knows what your skin feels like before she even touches it.

her hands go to your waist. gentle. careful.

"tell me if anything hurts."

"only when you’re not touching me."

she pulls your shirt up, mouth trailing behind her fingers.

your bruises are blooming violet and gold across your ribs.

she kisses each one like it’s sacred.

"fuck," she breathes. “look at what they did to you.”

you cup her jaw. “they didn’t win.”

"they never will."

you end up under her slowly, like gravity decided for you.

she straddles your thighs, still shirtless, her side taped up.

"you’re sure?" she asks, voice softer than usual.

"i need you," you whisper. “just… go slow.”

her hand finds yours. "always, princess."

your underwear gets pulled aside, not off.

her fingers trace your folds so delicately you almost cry.

"already wet?"

"always for you."

she exhales sharply. "you’re unreal."

her fingers press in. slow. steady.

your breath stutters.

"that’s it, baby," she says. “just like that.”

she moves slow. like you’re both breakable. like this matters.

her body over yours, lips ghosting your shoulder, her free hand gripping your thigh.

the other… buried deep.

"you feel so fucking good," she whispers. "so warm, so tight."

you moan. “billie—”

"shhh, i know, i know. i’ve got you."

you cum quietly the first time.

just a shiver. just her name.

her forehead presses to yours as you ride it out.

"you’re perfect," she whispers. "every part of you."

you kiss her. slow. desperate. full of ache.

"i want more," you breathe.

"i’ll give you everything."

she grinds her hips against yours now, her thigh pressed between yours.

you rock together. bodies bruised, hearts louder than lungs.

"you love me?" she asks suddenly, voice low.

you blink. "what?"

"just wondering how long you’ve been lying about it."

you smile. “since the first time you kissed me like you meant it.”

she kisses you again.

and again.

fingers slipping back inside you like a promise.

your thighs trembling, her touch constant.

"let me feel you fall apart again," she murmurs.

"don’t stop," you gasp.

"never, sweetheart."

you both collapse onto the sheets.

bodies wrecked. lungs full of love.

you trace the bruises on her arm.

she kisses your hand.

"we’re safe," she whispers. "you’re mine."

"always," you whisper back.

"even if we get hurt again."

"especially then."

the storm outside starts to fade.

you lie tangled in each other.

her fingers still ghosting your skin.

you tilt your head.

"do you believe me now?"

billie smiles. “i always did.”

you close your eyes.

safe. soft. hers.

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[ruebossanova]

7 & 11 for billie 😮‍💨 maybe throw in that teasing, almost enemies-who-secretly-want-to-be-lovers energy that you write soooooooo well i think it'd be very very hot

say you hate me again - billie eilish

idk if u wanted the old or new prompt but ima use both and make it more fun

dom!bil x sub!reader

7 — finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)  & “you make me so wet” 11 — quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials & “i need your fingers”

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"you look like you hate being here," billie says, voice low beside your ear.

you don’t look at her. just sip your champagne. “maybe i hate who’s here.”

"you mean me?"

you hum. “if the dress fits.”

she chuckles. “it’s not the dress you’re staring at, sweetheart.”

you turn your head just slightly, enough to catch the smirk on her lips.

"i’m not staring."

"you’ve checked me out six times."

"you’re imagining things."

billie tilts her head. “am i?”

you swallow hard when she drags her eyes down your body, slow and deliberate.

"come with me," she says suddenly.

you blink. “what?”

"five minutes."

"why would i—"

she leans in, voice hushed. “unless you’re scared i’ll make you like it.”

you roll your eyes. “you wish.”

she grins. “i know.”

she pulls you into a dark coat closet two halls from the ballroom.

clicks the door shut behind you.

"you’re insane," you say.

"you followed me."

"i didn’t—"

she steps closer. “you followed me in heels and that slutty little dress. admit it.”

your breath catches.

"say you want me," billie murmurs.

you glare. “i hate you.”

"mm." she slides her hand up your thigh. “say it again while i’ve got my fingers inside you.”

you inhale sharply.

"i dare you," she whispers. “say you hate me.”

you don’t. can’t.

her mouth finds your neck — hot and greedy and shameless.

you gasp, hips jerking forward.

"you’re trembling," she says, laughing softly.

"you’re full of yourself."

"and you’re soaked," she whispers. “you make me so wet just from looking at you, baby.”

you whimper.

she grabs your thigh, hiking your dress up.

no time to undress. no need.

panties pulled aside.

her fingers slide in smooth and warm, and you nearly choke on a moan.

"i need your fingers," you gasp.

"good thing you’ve got them, sweetheart."

she fucks you fast. rough. precise.

your back’s pressed to the closet wall. her hand’s under your dress. her lips are everywhere.

"you’re such a mess for me," she growls. “you talk shit but melt the second i touch you.”

you moan. “billie—”

"shh. be a good girl."

your leg's wrapped around her hip.

her fingers curl and hit that spot again and again.

you cling to her like she’s gravity.

"gonna cum?"

you nod fast, breathless.

"fuck yeah you are," she mutters. “cum on my fingers, pretty girl.”

you cum hard, biting down on her shoulder, trying to stay silent.

she doesn’t stop. rides it out. kisses your cheek.

"you’re so fuckin’ hot like this."

you tremble against her.

"you okay?"

you nod.

"good. because we’re not done."

she flips you, pins you to the wall.

grinds against your ass, cocky as hell.

"think about me when you go back out there."

you scoff. "not a chance."

she tugs your panties tighter. "liar."

you gasp. "billie—"

"shh. you love it."

she rubs slow circles over your clit now, teasing.

"you wanna be my dirty little secret?" she whispers.

you moan, weak. "i hate you."

"say it while you're dripping all over my fingers."

she dips them back in.

"fuck—"

"that’s what i thought, baby."

you finally push her off. breathless. aching. fucked-out.

"this never happened."

she grins. “sure.”

you try to fix your dress. she straightens your strap, kisses your shoulder.

"you’re mine now," she murmurs.

you shake your head. "no."

she smirks. "yes."

you step back into the party ten minutes later.

lip gloss reapplied. thighs still trembling.

she walks behind you like nothing happened.

but every time your eyes meet, it’s there.

the smirk. the secret. the heat.

and god help you… you want it again.

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[ruebossanova]

Could you please do 63,49,44,25,20, and 13 with g!p Billie and whiney!reader it’s late and reader is being really needy and whiny.

I love your work❤️❤️

begging hour - billie eilish

g!p billie x whiny!reader

63 — “look at me while you cum” 49 — “how are you so close already?” 44 — “you’re so spoiled” 25 — “harder” 20 — “open wider” 13 — “scream my name while you cum”

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“billie…”

your voice is soft, drawn-out, barely above a whisper.

she exhales through her nose, not even turning from her side of the bed. “what, baby?”

you squirm beside her, the sheets rustling. “can’t sleep.”

“you were knocked out twenty minutes ago.”

you pout. “but now i’m awake.”

“and whiny,” she mumbles.

you scoot closer, curling up against her back. “need you.”

that gets her attention.

she rolls onto her back, eyes half-lidded, sleep still clinging to her face. “what’d you say?”

you drag your fingers over her bare stomach, shy. “need you. please.”

“mm.” she reaches under the sheets, cupping your jaw and tilting your face up. “you really that needy, sweet girl?”

you nod, lip wobbling just slightly. “hurts.”

her brows lift. “hurts, huh? like aching?”

“mhm,” you whisper. “been thinking about you for hours.”

she hums. “spoiled little thing.”

she shifts, letting the strap brush against your thigh as she settles between your legs. it’s already strapped to her hips, like she wore it to bed just in case.

you gasp softly at the contact. “fuck—”

“yeah?” she murmurs, nudging it against your soaked panties. “this what you wanted?”

you nod, hips twitching. “please.”

“you’re soaked through already.” she laughs under her breath. “how are you so close already?”

“been thinking about you all night,” you whimper. “your hands, your voice, your cock—just—please.”

she pulls your panties down slowly, dragging them over your thighs with deliberate care. “open wider.”

you spread your legs further, cheeks burning.

“good girl,” she whispers, sliding her fingers through your slick folds. “so wet for me already.”

“billie—”

“shh, baby.” she leans in, kissing your neck. “i’ve got you.”

she lines the tip up and presses in slowly, watching every inch disappear. you cry out, back arching.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” she coos. “take all of me.”

you whimper as she bottoms out, clenching around her.

“fuck, baby,” she groans. “always so tight.”

you try to speak but it comes out a broken moan.

she chuckles. “what’s that? can’t even form words now?”

“feels—so full—”

“you love it,” she whispers, pulling back before thrusting back in hard.

you gasp, nails digging into her shoulders. “billie—harder—”

“yeah?” she growls. “you want it harder, princess?”

“please,” you beg, voice high and shaking. “need it—need you—so bad—”

she fucks into you harder, the headboard beginning to knock softly with every thrust.

you’re moaning openly now, not even pretending to be quiet.

“you’re so spoiled,” she growls. “look at you—writhing, crying, begging—just because i didn’t touch you the second you asked.”

you sob, biting your fist. “m’sorry—just missed you—”

she kisses you, deep and hungry. “you don’t have to be sorry, baby. i like it when you’re desperate.”

you cry out as she hits that spot again, body trembling.

she slows for a second, pulling back just enough to look at you. “eyes on me.”

you blink up at her, dazed.

“look at me while you cum,” she whispers, thrusting deep again.

your mouth falls open, a sharp sob escaping. “fuck—i can’t—”

“you can.” her thumb moves to your clit. “and you will.”

your whole body tenses, thighs trembling, eyes locked on hers.

“mama—!”

“that’s it, baby,” she whispers. “cum for me.”

your orgasm hits like a wave crashing over you, sudden and full-body and electric.

you scream her name, hips jerking, hands clawing at the sheets.

“scream my name while you cum,” she moans, fucking you through it. “go on. let them all hear who owns you.”

“billie—billie—fuck—”

she kisses you again, deeper this time. “that’s my good fucking girl.”

your legs shake around her, and you can barely breathe.

“fuck,” you sob. “that was—too much—”

“mm.” she kisses your cheek. “we’re not done.”

you blink up at her, teary and ruined. “what?”

she doesn’t pull out. instead, she rolls her hips slow and deep, the strap still inside you.

“you’re not done until i say you are,” she murmurs. “you wanted this.”

you moan, overwhelmed.

“you woke me up for this, baby,” she says softly. “you better take it.”

“mama—please—i’m too sensitive—”

she smirks. “and yet you’re dripping again.”

she pulls your leg up over her shoulder, angling deeper.

your voice breaks on a high-pitched moan. “fuckfuckfuck—”

“that’s it,” she grunts, pace quickening again. “you take it so well.”

“can’t—” you cry.

“you can,” she growls. “you always do. you were made for me.”

you whimper, head thrown back, tears spilling over.

she leans in, licking the tears from your cheek. “my sweet girl.”

your second orgasm creeps up faster than the first.

your thighs are shaking, your whole body trembling, clenching down around her cock.

“you close again?” she pants.

you nod frantically. “m’gonna—billie—”

“cum for me again, baby. cum while i’m still inside you.”

“fuck—”

“say my name,” she whispers. “i want to hear you break again.”

“billie—mama—fuck, fuck—”

you cry out again, body locking up as the pleasure crashes over you.

she finally slows, easing out of you and catching you as you slump forward, completely spent.

“good girl,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around you. “such a good girl for me.”

you can’t speak—you just cling to her, dazed and flushed.

she kisses your temple, then your nose. “you okay, sweetheart?”

you nod slowly. “feel like jello.”

“you were so good. my perfect little whiny thing.”

you mumble into her chest. “you love it.”

she grins. “i really fucking do.”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

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[ruebossanova]

71 and 73 w/ shy reader and dom billie perhaps?

louder - billie eilish

dom!billie x shy sub!reader

71 — “you’re so annoying” - “would i still be annoying eating you out?” 73 — “there’s no one else here, be louder”

prompt list

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you’re curled up on the couch, book in hand, half-reading but mostly just pretending. billie’s lying opposite you, one arm behind her head, the other resting lazily on her stomach.

she watches you with a smirk.

“you’re so annoying,” you mutter, cheeks pink as you turn a page for the fifth time without reading a word.

her brows lift. “am i?”

you don’t answer. your eyes stay glued to the book.

she shifts, voice teasing. “would i still be annoying eating you out?”

your mouth falls open slightly, throat dry.

“i—billie—”

she grins, stretching. “thought so.”

you glance over at her, your face flushed.

“you can’t just say stuff like that,” you whisper.

she sits up, eyes glinting. “why not, baby?”

you close the book, fiddling with the corner of the cover. “it’s embarrassing.”

“it’s hot,” she corrects. “you’re hot.”

you bury your face in your hands. “stop.”

she laughs softly, getting up. “make me.”

you don’t move. and when you peek through your fingers, she’s kneeling in front of you, eyes dark.

“let me make you feel good, princess,” she murmurs.

you hesitate, but nod slowly.

she leans in, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “good girl.”

you let out a shaky breath, hands twitching nervously.

“you always get so shy when i touch you,” she hums, sliding her hands under your sweatshirt. “but you let me, don’t you?”

you nod again, throat tight. “i—yeah.”

her lips brush your ear. “because you love it.”

you whimper.

she grins, tugging your sweatshirt up and over your head. “let me hear those pretty sounds, baby.”

you’re bare in her arms now, skin warm and buzzing.

she kisses down your collarbone, slow and lazy.

“lay back for me, doll.”

you do as she says, lying across the couch, head tilted, legs slightly apart.

she kneels between them, lips brushing your thighs. “this okay?”

you nod again, voice small. “yes, mama.”

her eyes darken. “fuck. say that again.”

you blink up at her. “mama?”

she groans softly. “you’re gonna kill me.”

she presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “such a pretty girl.”

your fingers clutch at the cushion.

she slides your shorts down, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“you’re already wet, sweetheart.”

you squirm, face burning. “stop looking.”

she tsks. “no hiding from me. i like seeing what i do to you.”

she lowers her mouth, and your breath catches.

“don’t hold back,” she whispers. “i want all of it.”

her tongue meets your clit and you cry out, hips jerking.

“billie—!”

“that’s it,” she murmurs. “just like that.”

you cover your mouth, breath stuttering.

she pauses, pulling back just enough to speak. “there’s no one else here, be louder.”

you shake your head frantically. “i—i can’t—”

she smirks. “you will.”

then she dives back in, and you can’t help it—you moan, loud and broken.

“mama—please—feels so good—”

her tongue is relentless, flicking and circling.

you’re soaked, thighs trembling.

“that’s my girl,” she groans, voice low against you. “so sweet for me.”

you whimper, back arching. “i can’t—I’m gonna—”

she grips your hips. “you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“yes, yes—please—”

“go ahead. let mama have it.”

you fall apart.

your whole body shakes as the orgasm hits, loud and overwhelming, her name falling from your lips over and over.

she keeps going, licking you through it, savoring every sound.

“fuck,” you sob, twitching under her.

“good job, pretty girl,” she says softly. “so proud of you.”

you try to catch your breath, legs weak and useless.

“you okay?”

you nod, dazed. “yeah. really good.”

she kisses her way up your body, slow and gentle.

“you always taste so good,” she murmurs, lips brushing your chest.

you hum, still floaty.

her hand cups your cheek. “you’re so perfect when you’re all messy like that.”

you hide your face in her shoulder.

she chuckles. “still shy?”

“always.”

“mm. lucky i love it.”

she lifts you into her lap, arms tight around your waist.

“next time, you’re gonna sit on my face,” she says casually.

you squeak. “billie!”

“what?” she smirks. “you think i’m not dying to?”

you bury your face in her neck again.

“don’t get shy on me now, princess.”

“you’re so mean.”

“you love it.”

“…maybe.”

you sit like that for a while, quiet and warm, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your spine.

“wanna go again?” she murmurs.

you blink. “huh?”

“you heard me.”

“i—I don’t know if I can.”

“you can. i’ll take care of you.”

you blush. “okay.”

her smile is slow and wicked. “good girl.”

she carries you to bed this time, kissing every inch of you as she lays you down.

and when she slides between your legs again, tongue teasing, hands holding you still, you don’t try to hide your sounds.

you cry out her name freely, voice wrecked, body bare and trembling.

because she’s right.

there’s no one else here. and you don’t want to be quiet. not for her. not anymore.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[ruebossanova]

I dont think the numbers match the prompts ur doing...

some of y'all's requests i had to kind of guess which prompt list y'all were requesting from my bad

[ruebossanova]

will there be a sequel to "professor o'connell"?

its not completely finished yet but yes :)