#B.E: N

[deepestarbiterkid]

Reason why B.E: N hate bliss ocean.

[ssamilf]

argue with me. - b.e. smut

g!p, fighting, rough sex.

970 words.

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"you can't go wearing that!" billie yelled.

"what's the matter with my outfit? are you calling me a whore?!" i yelled back from our bedroom. i was so fed up with billie at the moment. she's never cared about what i wear and how i present myself. why now?

i stand up to look in a mirror. i was wearing a lace crop tank top with some low waisted sweatpants. i hadn't even got my shoes on before billie started complaining about my outfit. what was her problem? sure, i had a lot of skin revealed but i've wore something like this before out in public with her. im so done with her right now...

billie's pov:

"what's the matter with my outfit? are you calling me a whore?" i could hear y/n yell. oh my god. why did this turn me on? i could feel myself getting hard. i started up towards our bedroom. i stop and peeked through the crack in the door. i see y/n get up and look in the mirror. oh god. did my words hurt her that bad? i could feel myself get even harder as i stared at her. fuck, now is not the time for this.

"y/n?" i say as i actually enter the room. she looks furious. "what, billie?" she aggressively said. i feel myself turn red. "mhm? tell me billie. what is it?" she says in the same tone. i could feel myself twitch. my breathing quickened up. "i'm sorry." that was all i could muster out. i needed her so badly.

y/n pov:

"that's it? you're just sorry? no i'm gonna need to hear more if you want me to take care of that.." i quickly looked down at her boner. i wanted her so badly. even though i'm so mad at her. i take a deep breath and look her dead in the eyes. "billie. talk to me." i walk up to her, standing right in front of her. "i'm sorry y/n." she goes to grab my waist but i quickly slapped her hand away. i give her a piercing stare. "please y/n. i need you so badly. it's starting to hurt..." she whimpers out. i felt myself getting wetter as she begged for me. i couldn't take it anymore as well. i roughly pin her against the wall, going in for a even rougher kiss. i quickly pull away for a second. "we're gonna do everything i want. do you understand me? do you?" i dominantly said. she silently nods. i continue the kiss, eventually leaving deep hickeys and bruises all over her neck. i bite and suck at her neck as rough as i can. i hear her whimpers and sobs. i could care less. "what? what is it? can't take it?" i pull away, looking her back in the eyes. i notice tears forming from the pain. "please y/n..." a few tears fall down her face. "take your pants off." i commanded. she quickly slipped her pants off, revealing her boxers. she was so hard. "the boxers as well." she does the same thing, this time revealing her huge dick. precum dripped off of her. i get down on my knees. i lick her tip. she whimpers once more. i smile as i slowly start to stick all of her in my mouth. she moans as i start bobbing my head up and down, letting her hit the back of my throat.

i feel a familiar warm liquid hit the back of my throat. "fuck..." billie moans out one last time. she walks to our bed and lays down. she tried to steady her breathing. "i'm sorry. really y/n. i just got super jealous. that's doesn't excuse how i acted." "that's what i want to hear..." i say as i now join her in bed. even after all that she's still hard. i turn around and decided to sit on her lap. "what do you think you're doing, love?" she whispers into my ear as i lean in closer to her. i quietly giggle to myself and start to slowly start to ride her thigh. her dick twitches. "y/n... stop." i stop and get slightly concerned. billie starts to laugh. she turns me around to where she's on top. "billie?" i ask her, trying to sound serious. i feel her tip at my entrance. "just because i'm sorry doesn't mean i'm still not mad." she says before roughly entering me. i let out a loud moan. "billie! fuck..." i say. she aggressively starts thrusting in and out with no mercy. i start loudly moaning, even screaming billie's name as i got closer. i could feel a familiar wave of pleasure in my stomach but also pressure on my bladder as i got closer. "billie.. im gonna... fuck!" "shut up. i know." she aggressively said. as soon as she said that, my liquids were everywhere. i could hear billie giggle. she continues on, well after i finished. i start shaking. "billie..." i whimper out. she continues, only making me shake more. "billie!" i scream as i felt a second orgasm hit me. as a new wave of pleasure hits me, i could feel billie getting closer. soon after, we both cum. i could hear billie's deep moans. she pulls out soon after, causing me to feel empty.

"mhm maybe i should get you riled up more often." i say i as i try to stand up.

"maybe you should lay back down, you're not gonna be able to walk for awhile." billie said in a joking tone.

she was right, i was sore

[allyeilishh]

ᥫ᭡ DRUNKEN KISSES ── .✦ B.E.

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You got pushed to drink by your friends, even when you didn’t want to. And when you called Billie to come get you, she didn’t hesitate for a moment.

W/c: 2.2k

a/n: I got a little lazy towards the end so I’m sorry for that… but I hope you enjoy it took me like three hours to write this

The loud music thumped in your chest, vibrating through your entire body. You could hear voices laughing and talking around you, but you couldn’t make out exactly what was being said. The lights flashed all around you, a colorful burst of light going around the entire room.

The scent of the room was a mix of alcohol, sweat and strong perfumes, a scent that was awful and rather strong, but you got over it eventually. People were filled in the house, the expensive paintings and luxury all over the room. Even the sink looked like it cost a million bucks.

You didn’t exactly wanted to go to this party—you knew it was just going to be filled with people in their twenties that had nothing better to do with lives. Your friends had forced you to come. They had been pushing you to come to one of the parties they had been hosting for a while, and you always turned them down.

Because frankly, nothing was better than spending your weekend with your girlfriend, Billie. You liked the peace and quiet, the laziness of the weekends, spent in bed or the couch. All with Billie, cuddled under a blanket. But you haven’t been spending a lot of your time with your friends lately, barely texting them, so you felt like you owed them a bit. So you agreed to come.

But now, you were regretting that decision. You were sitting on the couch, your friends surrounding you. Riley, a friend from high school, was sitting on your left, and Bailey was sitting on your right. Your two other friends, Amelia and Charlotte were standing in front of you, arms crossed.

A red solo cup was resting in your hands, and you were acting as if it were a cup of poison. You had never drank before, and you didn’t really plan on ever doing it. You didn’t like the feeling of being out of control of your own body, especially if something else had that control. So you never tried it, not even a drop.

The smell was strong, but a mix of something fruity. Sense it was your first ever drink, your friends did decide to water it down a bit with some juice. The strong, alcoholic scent filled your nostrils, and it felt like your nose hairs would burn off just from smelling it. You made a face of disgust, pulling the cup away from your nose.

"Come on, it’s not that bad! Just some vodka and rum. I mixed it with some Hawaiian Punch. It shouldn’t be too bad. Just a little sip.“ Riley encouraged, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently shaking you.

"It’s so good, you’ll love it! We all had some before.“ Amelia spoke, a smile forming on her face. She looked between you and the cup, as if she was magically going to move the rim of the cup to your mouth.

You swallowed, the nervousness filling your chest. You wanted to turn them down, to say no and just hand the cup off. But you felt like you owed them. You had to at least try. You took a deep breath, bringing the rim of the cup closer to your mouth, taking in the scent of the fruity alcohol once more.

You tilted your head back, your friends all watching in anticipation. And once the liquid hit your tastebuds and went down your throat, the burning sensation immediately started, and you pulled the cup away. The taste was bitter, a little mix of the juice was there, but the alcohols overrided it. The burn reached your throat, and you felt like the muscles in your throat were melting from the burn.

You let out a series of coughs, almost choking on the drink. You heard your friends chuckling around you, and Bailey gently patted your back, trying to help with the digestion.

It took a few moments, but the coughing eventually subsided, and you were left with the bitter taste of alcohol on your tongue, making your face curl in disgust. Your tsked, trying to get the taste off your tongue.

"Take another sip!“ Charlotte encouraged, a wide smile plastering her face. Like she liked to see you suffer.

You shook your head, but before you could verbally respond, Amelia perked up. "Just one more, okay? It’ll get better over time.“

You wanted to say no, to get up and go home, but you felt tempted. Maybe they were right, maybe it would get better. You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes before you took another swing.

Then they encouraged you again. And you drank again. Then again. And again, and again, and again until the cup was empty, and they were already fetching you another cup. But without the juice. And you drank it.

As time passed and your friends chatted around you, you felt your vision started to become blurry and bouncy. Everything you were looking at suddenly had a shade of blur, and it looked like waves were going through your vision. You tried to blink multiple times to fix it, but it didn’t.

Your head was starting to feel heavy, and you felt like you were out of your own body. Like you were a piece of jello on the couch, melting into the cushions and becoming one. You didn’t like that feeling. You didn’t like it at all. It felt like you were out of your own body, and you were in third person. It felt so weird and unnatural. You hated it.

You slowly stood up from the couch, and your legs almost buckled under you. Your friends curiously looked at you, asking where you were going. You apologies for the early dismissal, and gave them all weak, half-assed smiles. You tried to walk, but you were stumbling over your own feet. But eventually, you got to the front door, and you stumbled out onto the porch, sitting down on the concrete.

You rubbed your temples, as if you were turning the gears in your brain to start working correctly again. You took a deep breath of the fresh air, letting it fill your lungs. It was the one natural thing you had in your grasp right now.

You didn’t want to stay here any longer. The smell of the alcohol you drank reeked off of your clothes, and your hair was a little messed up. You knew you couldn’t drive in your condition. Your vision was impaired and you could barely walk without tripping over your own feet. It was too late to be walking alone, even in this nice neighborhood.

So, you called Billie. You had to squint to look at your phone, making sure it was really her before clicking the 'call' button. You pressed speaker, feeling too weak to hold your phone to your ear. You put your phone on your legs, hanging your head as you heard the phone ringing.

Billie was quick to pick up, answering the phone on the second ring. She spoke with a sweet, loving voice, the adorable little tone she always had when she spoke rang through the air, practically healing your ears. "Hii, baby. How’s the party? You havin‘ fun?“

You let out a small groan, which somehow mixed with a giggle. You moved some hair out of your face as you spoke, your words completely slurred, and barely understood through the phone. "Heyyy, bils… it’s goin‘… amazing, here. Buttt I don’t feel too good. Everything’s all spinny an‘ blurry an‘ I feel like jelly… can you come f‘me?“

With your slurred words and how you described your symptoms, a worry built up in her chest. Were you safe? How much had you drank? She pushed her worries away, knowing she needed to be strong for you. She spoke again, her voice softer, sweeter, just to not worry you. "Of course, my love. I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there soon. I love you.“

"Love you too!“ you said with a small giggle. Apparently, your drunken self got really flustered when Billie showed affection. The blush on your face that Billie couldn’t yet see had spread all over your face, even to your ears. You hung up the phone giggling, almost kicking your feet. Almost.

When Billie arrived, she didn’t even bother to turn off the car. The bright headlights of the dodge challenger were pointed right your way, making your eyes squint and blink a few times.

Billie instantly hopped out of the car, and quickly jogged towards you. There was a hint of worry on her expression, but she hid it rather well. She kneeled down in front of you, gently taking your face into her hands. She scanned over your face and your body, checking for any injuries. She let out a sigh of relief as she found none, her shoulders slumping.

"Hey, love. How you feeling? Still all dizzy and blurry?“ she said softly, gently rubbing her thumbs over the soft skin of your cheeks. Her eyes held a delicateness to them, looking at you as if you would break under the slightest pressure.

You nodded, a giddy smile forming in your face as her hands touched your cheeks. Her palms were warm, a stark contrast to your cold cheeks. You didn’t wear a jacket, not thinking you would’ve been waiting outside, at night for 10 minutes. But you didn’t care now. You were with Billie, and that’s all your mind could focus on now.

Billie smiled softly, before gently helping you onto your feet. You wabbled a bit, but she helped you find your balance as she led you to the car. She gently placed you in the passenger seat, closing the door once you were buckled in and comfortable. She quickly rounded the car, getting into the drivers seat and backing out of the driveway.

The carride was mostly silent, except for your little babbles that you would spurt out, shifting every other minute. Billie’s hand stayed on your thigh, gently rubbing and squeezing the milky skin beneath her palm.

Billie could tell you were more of the sleepy drunk, seeing you barely awake in the passenger seat. But there was something keeping you awake. You didn’t know what, big it was something.

The car came to a stop as Billie pulled into the driveway of your shared house, and she killed the engine before rushing back over to your side. She opened the door for you, unbuckling you and letting you lean on her as you began to walk inside. You let out a small giggle, feeling Billie’s warmth against yours. She was always so warm. You never could understand how.

Billie helped you up the stairs and into the bedroom, gently sitting you down on the bed. "Stay here for a second, okay? I’ll be right back.“

Billie quickly jogged out the room and back down the stairs, entering the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water. She then went back upstairs and into the bedroom, opening the bottle of water as she approached you yet again.

"Drink it, love. It will help with the hangover tomorrow.“ Billid said softly, letting you take the water and drink it. It helped clear your mind a bit, and it was a soothing balm to the bitter taste that lingered in your throat.

You placed the waterbottle down on the bedside table, rubbing your eye. Billie quickly took notice, and gently began to take off all your jewelry, putting it in its designated spot in your jewelry box. She then began to change your clothes for you, placing you out of your shiny dress and into a pair of comfy shorts and one of Billie’s hoodies. It was always more comfortable to sleep in Billie’s hoodies.

You melted into the comfortable clothes, quickly warming up. You layed down on the bed, curling under the duvet. Billie quickly followed, gently pulling you into her chest, letting you listen to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. You felt your cheeks heating up again, a giddy giggle leaving your lips again.

Billie couldn’t help but laugh at your giddiness, seeing how flustered you could get just by simple acts and touches. She gently stroked your hair with her fingers, weaving through the soft locks. She gently leaned down and placed a soft, gentle kiss on your lips, whispering quietly to you. "My little angel.“

Your cheeks heated up even more at the petname and the kiss, which you leaned into. But when she pulled away, you instantly puckered up your lips, as if asking for another one.

Billie chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. She never minded when you asked for kisses. It was her favorite thing anyways. She gently placed another kiss to your lips again, and you leaned into it, feeling at ease.

Once she pulled away again, you felt your eyes drooping, the tiredness taking over your body. Billie continued to gently comb through your hair, trying to help you fall asleep. She smiled at your sleepy face, just on the verge of passing out.

But then, you lips puckered up again weakly, asking for yet another kiss. Billie rolled her eyes with a sigh, speaking with faux annoyance. "You can’t get enough of my kisses while your drunk, can you?“ But it wasn’t a complaint. She leaned into a kiss once more, capturing your lips into the third kiss. Her soft lips brought your into your slumber, your lips falling limp as Billie gently pulled away.

She pulled your sleeping form into her chest, rubbing your back with her hand. She rested her chin on the top of your head, speaking quietly and softly to your sleeping, drunk form.

"Goodnight, my angel.“ ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

a/n: guys I just realized I accidentally forgot three ENTIREE paragraphs so if you re-read this and it looks different that’s why 😓 I’m sorry

[diceroll65]

gentle - b.e

warnings: aftercare, fluff, slight mention of sexual encounter

summary: despite spending a long and lustful night with billie, she takes her time with making sure you're cared for.

billie slows her pace as the feeling of your fourth orgasm rushes through your body, completely overwhelming your nervous system. "fuck fuck, holy shit" you say, breathlessly. your hasty breaths turn into slower breaths, as your flushed cheeks collide with her cool shoulder. "such a good girl, baby" billie says, as she traces loops along your back. she takes your hair and lifts it off the top of your sweaty spine, as she begins to blow on your neck. she hums, as she feels your body begin to decompress, as it becomes limp against her figure.

"what do you need, my baby?" she asks, as she cradles the back of your cranium. "i just wanna stay right here for a minute" you say, as your exhale glides across her porcelain skin. "anything you want, love" she coos, as her finger twirls the ends of your hair. for what felt like twenty minutes but was really an hour, you begin to shift and sit yourself up. "how are you feeling?" she questions, as she tucks some hair behind your ear. "tired, but good" you say with a giggle, as you begin to stretch out your arms. "why don't we get you cleaned up, hm?" she says, as she extends her hand out for you to grab. you roll off the bed, as billie picks up the towel that laid underneath you. she guides you into the bathroom, as she turns on the water in the shower and waits for it to warm up. as you both wait, billie comes behind you and lightly kisses along your shoulder blade. you shiver at the contact, but find your head involuntarily tilting due to state of ecstasy you were now in. "the water should be warm now, baby. want me to step in first to make sure?" she asks, while kissing your cheek and pulling back the shower curtain. you nod softly, as your eyes begin to feel heavy. she steps in and hums in approval, as she opens the curtain with a small smile. she offers her hand once more, and you take it as you gently step in. she washes your exhausted body, as you attempt to do the same for her. you try stepping out of the shower, as your knee gives out. you fall backward and billie immediately catches you, standing you back up as she steps out of the shower. "oh my god, y/n. are you okay?" billie asks, as she lays down a towel on the edge of the tub. "my poor tired baby" she says, as she sets you down on the towel. she begins to dry you off, as she picks each arm up gently. she begins to travel down to your chest as she runs the soft towel over your dripping skin. she dries off the rest off your body, as she leaves tiny kisses here and there.

after she's done drying you off, she begins to dry herself off. as you both walk out the bathroom, billie swoops you up and spins you around. you giggle as she walks you to the right side of the bed. she then looks over at the lotion that sat on the side table, and looked back at you. "you want me to rub you down, mama?" she asks, as her fingers glide across your sternum. "i would love that" you utter, as you softly smile at her. billie returns a smile, as she reaches for the tall bottle. she squeezes some on her palm, as she rubs it into her hands. her creamy hands now run along your figure, massaging as she goes. she rubs deep into your shoulders, as you let out a relaxed groan. "hmm how does it feel, babygirl?" she questions, as her fingertips travels down to your mid back. "so so good billie" you assure, as you slightly flex your hands. you feel as though your body is submerging in the mattress, as she continues to massage you so sweetly. billie finishes up, as you roll over and open your arms. she grins at you, as she fades into your touch. "i love taking care of my baby" she whispers, as she kisses your now rosy cheeks.

[tan1shere]

Hi love! Can you do 5 & 9 with Billie Eilish please!! 😁

Our Eyes Only

B.E prompt ! - masterlist !

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A/n: coming right up ! :D

Warnings: SMUT ! Car sex, mentions of masturbation, billies a teasing mf, use of mommy ! Think that's it :)

Tags - @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils @sweetcherriexs @bilsdillldough @mystiquemm

( 9. car sex - 5. filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars )

"Ready?" You hear faintly, but you were honestly nervous you had never done this before, Billie on the other hand has, with many girls considering that's her job. You were her roommate so you'd occasionally see some hot girls walking into the apartment in tight clothing. Most of them were quite brain dead but you kept that to yourself. But tonight, her regular canceled. Saying she was on a date and will probably never be doing such things again if it goes well. So that's when she asks you. You were just sitting on the couch, minding your own business and watching TV.

"Billie I dunno." She sits beside you, getting you to look at her. "Ok, how about this. We do it, and if you don't want it published when you watch it back then I can scrap it yeah?" You think for a moment. "You're just going to beg me afterwards even if I don't like it." She bites her lip, making your mind run forgetting what was even going on in the first place. "Yeah but you give into me easily so shouldn't be hard." Your brows furrow. "Do not." You say unconvincingly. "Tomorrow could say otherwise."

And you ofcourse give in, which leads you here. Sitting in her Audi as she sets up the camera. The thought of being filmed was scary, even if it doesn't go out, the fact something known to be private wouldn't be is scary. Even more so than being naked infront of her for sort of the first time. Ofcourse living together you have near moments, but being fully naked was a bit intimidating to think on. She looks at you sensing hesitation in your posture. Your heart speeds at the gaze.

"What?" You then say, without even looking at her. That was until she turned your head to face her. "In order for us to do any of this babe you gotta look at me." You swallow, going to do so as she removes her hand. "Good." Only to replace the other hand on your cheek, leaning in and kissing you. You were shocked at first, not expecting it so soon. Your eyes shut as you kiss back. Feeling the tension slip out. The moment becoming more heated.

There was no doubt you had some form of feelings for the woman. Her style made your head spin, she was so attractive. It consisting of caps, long shorts, big t-shirts/hoodies. But youd love it when she'd wear a wife beater. The tight white fabric clinging. It occasionally riding up to show off her toned abdomen. Her arms showcasing a slight muscle. Her hands. Those veiny. Strong- But your daydream came to a halt as you felt a bite on your neck. You gasp as she does so, licking of the same spot. It was enough to say you've never done this. But that meant a multitude. Truthfully you hadn't really been with anyone, not for a long period of time anyways.

No you weren't a virgin, but it sure did feel like that at times. Especially with an experienced sex worker chowing down on your skin. God did it feel good tho, even when she sucked. Her hands travel to your small sleep shorts. Not really covering much. "You know." She says still kissing your neck. "I hate but love it when you wear these." You gulp. "Because. It's as if you know what you're doing. But then again, I know just how clueless you are." Your brows furrow. What does that mean? Her hands cup your ass. "Always so small." She bites again. Earning a moan from you.

She smirks, finding out your certain spots, pleased when she does. The car was heating up faster than you even realized, making your chest rise and fall with how close you two were. Her hands travel inside, causing you to hesitate any thought, surprised again. Her face meets yours. "You ok?" Her eyes shift from lust to a more caring glint. Reassuring. "Yeah- just. Not exactly use to this." Her brows knit together. "You, have had sex before correct?" You nod. "Oh yes, ofcourse! Just.. Not as much as you have?" Your features carry a nervousness to them. She picks up on it and pecks your lips again. "Well, you're in good hands. Just- let me take the lead ok?" You yet again nod.

Letting her do whatever. She goes for your shirt, keeping eye contact with you very closely. Making sure you were comfortable. And you were. She stares at your tits, fully on display. She licks her lips, lifting you up and onto her lap. She pushes her seat back. "We will do it like this yeah? No faces, just the main event. Sound good?" "Yeah." You then reply, feeling less anxious about it all. She nods, going to take off your shorts and underwear. Super swiftly. She really was good at this. You felt exposed as her eyes wander over everything. But at the same time, you felt wanted by it. Sexy even. You hadn't felt that in probably.. Ever.

Her hand goes to cup your cunt, feeling it warm and wet against her palm. She bites her lip. Moving her finger to your entrance, feeling you loose enough to her next words. "Gunna give it to you raw. Know you can take it." The eye contact still remains causing butterflies to erupt inside you. Your head moves as you nod slowly, processing but trusting her regardless. She fiddles with her belt, moving the jeans to get the strap out. You look down at it, it was larger than you anticipated. Honestly you had no idea what was in store for the night. Her hands grip your waist, moving you above it carefully. Making you sink down on it gently. Your mouth hangs open at this fresh feeling. She mimics it, smirking when you moan lightly. "Yeah feels good huh?"

Your mind races of so many thoughts, the fact you were even doing this with your roommate. Beats the little masturbation sessions you'd have at the thought of her. How silly was that, she was a room beside you and that's how you coped. Not to mention how you'd feel when you heard some girl she was fucking, moan. Oh how you wished it was you. But now, it really is you. You shut your eyes as you slightly move. This was a position very new to you. So you were skeptical on how to proceed. "Go faster, go on." You look into her blue eyes, going to do so. Raising yourself up and slowly sinking back down.

You let out a louder moan this time, having that slight sting from the new profound stretch, turn to a mind boggling pleasure. Making your movements pick up in speed. You wanted this more and more now as the seconds pass. "Needy little thing." She mutters, watching your hips lift up then down. Its as if you had wanted this all along. Then a switch clicks in her brain. "You want this really bad huh?" You don't reply, too caught up in the bliss. "Like you've imagined such a thing before." Then you come back to your surroundings, averting your gaze completely. "I'm right aren't I? Maybe you even touch yourself to the thought." She jokes but your unexpected silence says alot. All that she needs to know.

And this was her territory. This was her playground, she was a big teaser and now that she knew some more info of your little crush she plans to milk the fuck out of it. She sits up on her elbows. "Yeah baby? Slip those cute slim fingers into yourself, imagining it's me?" You let out a breathy moan, trying to ignore how much this is turning you on. Her voice, her gaze, her fucking dick. "Get jealous when you hear all the girls I bring over, hm?" She gives a fake pout. "Yeah? You pretend that it's you, don't you baby." This is where her speech stops. You had zero clue about the ins and outs. Your previous partner was quite boring when it came to sex.

"Answer me." You think, try to form any kind of words as your hips keep at it. "I- uhm." Her brow raises at your pathetic attempts. "Mm-mm. Speak properly." You slow your hips which causes you to regain focus. "I- h-hav-" But you were cut off when you were slammed back down by her strong hands. "What was that?" You moan louder than you ever have. Shocked and aroused by the sudden movement. "F-fuck!" This was so amusing to her, seeing you such a mess. "Come on baby, admit that you've been a horny little bitch for me." She says such words so softly. But God it was filthy. "Mhmm, I- I do touch myself to the thought of, you." You keep moving, breathing heavily. Her smirk grows. "See how easy that was?"

Her hands soon after wander, down to your cunt. Messing with it just a bit. "I bet you get so wet." You bounce harder, shocking her but impressing her at the same time. In secret you might be the best she's had. "Y-yes mommy." She does a double take with what came out of your mouth. Hadn't expected that at all. "S- so wet for you always." You were a moaning mess, tits bouncing. And suddenly all words flew out her mouth. Distracted by the name, your body. "Fuck." She groans at one particular bounce, feeling it right on her own cunt. Her mouth opens as your pace keeps up. You had been neglected for so long, this was definitely the result of that.

"God you're hot." She breaths, becoming out of breath herself. Then something turns inside her at your string of whimpers, you were close. "Better than all the rest." She was a smartass, because this eggs you on, encouraging a faster momentum. And she knew it. Chasing that euphoric feeling with each movementof your hips. The camera was picking it all up, the way you'd swallow the strap whole. The white ring around the base so clear to see. "S-so.." You breathe, moving your hands just above her waist for a form of support. "Yeah baby, so close. So close to making a beautiful little mess all over me. Is that another fantasy you had?" You go nonverbal, mind fogging over. "B-billie." You say mindlessly. Then you feel everything stop. Whimpering loudly. You open your eyes to look, seeing her hands placed firmly on you. "Whyy." You whine.

"What did you call me before, say it again and I'll let go." Your brain was mush, trying to move from her grasp. She smacks your side. "Uh uh, say it." You sigh defeated. "Mommy please! I'm so close, so, so close. Wanna make a mess for you." You weren't even speaking right, too caught up in this ecstasy feeling. Then you feel yourself plop back down, earning a porny moan from your bitten lips. "F-feels so good." You say as you chase that previous pleasure, doing so easily. "Go on then baby, you've definitely earned it. Been so so good for me." And without another second your bursting at the seams. Leaking all over the fake dick. You both were sweaty, flopping onto her chest tiredly.

"I've made up my mind. This is definitely, our eyes only." She says. She doesn't want to share this with anyone. She doesn't want to share you with anyone.

[trulyy-yourzz]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕?

♡smut - b.e x fem!reader

A/N: long time no seee! So the original fic I was supposed to post is still in the works but I just haaad to whip this up real quick after seeing billies vlog.. 😁 Enjoy!!💋

You watched the party swirl around you, a vibrant blur of bodies and booming music. The bass vibrated through the couch, a constant thrum against your back. Everyone was lost in the moment, drinks sloshing, laughter echoing, but your gaze was fixed on one person… Billie. She moved with an effortless sensuality, her hips swaying to the rhythm, each movement a silent invitation. You were mesmerized, a slow warmth spreading through you as you tracked her every turn.

Suddenly, her eyes, sharp and knowing, cut through the crowd and landed on you. A thrill shot through your veins as she caught you staring, a slow, predatory smile playing on her lips. She didn't break eye contact as she started to move towards you, her dance never faltering. She stopped directly in front of you, hips still swaying, her black laced underwear peaking out from her jeans, the scent of her perfume mingling with the sweet, boozy air. Your drink felt heavy in your hand, forgotten.

Her eyes, dark and alluring, devoured you as she bit her lip, a playful challenge in her gaze. "You like that?" she purred, her voice a low rumble that cut through the music, sending shivers down your spine.

You met her gaze, a smirk tugging at your lips. "What do you think?" you shot back, your voice a little breathless.

She chuckled, a rich, husky sound that made your stomach clench. Without another word, she turned, her hand reaching back to lightly brush yours. It was a silent command, and you rose, following her through the throng of dancing bodies, a willing moth to her flame. She led you to a dimly lit hallway, then pushed open a door to an empty bedroom, the muffled thud of the party fading into a distant hum.

The air in the room was cooler, charged with anticipation. Billie turned, her eyes burning into yours. You didn't need words. The tension was thick, electric, pulling you closer. She reached out, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back just enough for her lips to claim yours. The kiss was deep, hungry, tasting of liquor and raw desire. Her hand slid down your back, molding your body against hers.

You groaned into the kiss as her touch ignited a fire within you. She pulled back, her eyes still locked on yours, and then slowly, deliberately, knelt before you. Your breath hitched as her gaze dropped, lingering on your hips. Her fingers, long and agile, found the hem of your shorts, and you shivered in anticipation as she expertly navigated the fabric, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as her fingers found their target, tracing patterns of fire against your skin.

Then, her mouth was there, hot and wet, a soft moan escaping your lips as she started to tease and torment you with her tongue. You leaned back against the wall, your head lolling, lost in the exquisite sensation. Her fingers joined the dance, plunging and retreating, mimicking the rhythm of her tongue. You gripped her shoulders, your nails digging into the soft fabric of her top as waves of pure sensation crashed over you.

Her lips pulled away, leaving you gasping, your body humming with lingering pleasure. She rose, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Ready for more?" she whispered, her voice laced with a promise that made your core clench. Her electric blue eyes, looking up at you from where she knelt, sent a shockwave through your body. How could you possibly refuse her?

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[sweetcherriexs]

jigsaw;b.e.

𝑗𝑖𝑔𝑠𝑎𝑤 – 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

billie felt a lump forming in her throat, her eyes strained on the stage as the host spoke into the microphone. she felt her brother's hand on her shoulder, but she missed your comforting touch. where were you? you said you'd be a few minutes in the bathroom. she was sweating, palms cold but sweaty as she continuously wiped them on her pants. she was so nervous, this was the last chance for her album to win an award.

she's worked so hard for the past year, writing, scrapping, recording over and over again. she put her soul, her trauma, her heart, her thoughts and body into this album and it blew up. and she was so so proud of herself and finneas. it had to win, right?

she was almost on her toes now, mouth running dry as she listened with wide eyes.

"next nomination is... album of the year" the voice rang through the arena, nervous and assuring whispers all around billie making her even more overwhelmed. "the nominees are...André 3000 - New Blue Sun...Beyoncé - Cowboy Carter...Billie Eilish - Hit Me Hard and Soft...Chappell Roan - The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess....Charli XCX - Brat....Jacob Collier - Djesse Vol. 4....Sabrina Carpenter - Short n’ Sweet...Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Department"

when he finished saying the last album's name, billie swallowed hardly. her heart was coming up her throat, suffocating her like blood hurling up her throat as if she was dying and has been stabbed one too many times. she was licking her lips constantly, the anxiety in her body at such high level that she was nearly shaking. those moments of dramatical pause were killing her – and, no doubt, the other nominees too –.

then, when taylor walked on stage, billie pursed her lips, her hand reaching up on her shoulder to grip her brother's hand. taylor stood by the microphone, looking out at the crowd of all her colleagues with a kind smile, she cleared her throat, glancing down at the cards in her hands.

"and the Grammy goes to..."

billie gripped finneas' hand tighter, starting to feel lightheaded from the overwhelming pressure on her chest.

"Cowboy Carter!"

the words hit billie like a truck and she stared at the stage for a moment. the last bit of hope disappears from her blue eyes which suddenly filled with tears. her hand dropped from her brother's and she put on a wry smile as she clapped, watching the singer walk on stage, accepting the award.

she was happy for her, of course, but... she thought everyone loved her album just as much as she did. that it was worth at least 1 Grammy... but, she thought wrong. she fought back tears, her body tense as her eyes never left the singer.

you sighed deeply, cursing yourself for taking so long in the bathroom as you hurried back to your girlfriend. though, kind of hoping you'd walk in to see her up on the stage already. but then you stepped in, seeing beyonce up there and your heart dropped lower the hell.

what?

this couldn't be...

your eyes looked for your girlfriend in the crowd, quickly making your way towards her and standing in her line of view to block her sight of the stage.

"baby.." you murmured despite the cheering crowd around you, eyes meeting her blood-shot ones and taking her clapping, shaky hands in yours. you looked at her a moment longer before glancing at finneas. "we're getting some fresh air"

he nodded and you let billie out of there, not caring for the cameras and other eyes following you two. soon you were out of there and you were stroking billie's back as she sniffled.

"baby..." you repeated, catching her attention and she looked at you. "I'm sorry... you deserved to win" you said to her, eyes softly and full of worry as you watched her swallow.

"she did too" she muttered and your heart melted and broke at the same time when you heard of sincere she was being still.

"I know" you sighed "I'm still proud of you" you smiled softly, pulling her into you and she wrapped her arms around your waist, burying her face into your shoulder.

"I kind of thought... this album was gonna be it" she mumbled into your shoulder, tears pressing to pour out. "I worked really hard..."

"yes, yes, you did, angel" you whispered, stroking her back softly. "you're the winner in my eyes, the only winner" you leaned your head against hers as you felt her grip tightening on your waist, pulling your body closer in need of comfort.

"am I being pathetic?" she asked, voice breaking at the end.

you shook your head immediately "no, no you're not" you breathed out and pressed your lips to her forehead. "you can let it out, bils" you assured her, heart breaking at her state.

the dam broke, salty, hot tears pouring from her beautiful eyes out in the back parking lot of the arena, holding her girlfriend tightly while her body shook with her sobs. you squeezed her against your body, one hand reaching up to pull her hat off for a more comfortable position. you rocked your bodies side to side, whispering sweet things into her ear.

after a while, her crying stopped and the two of you just stood there in each other's arms. hearing the crowd inside and the commotion of the paps outside and the traffic and you could tell it was overwhelming for both of you.

"home?"

billie breathed out a sigh of relief at your question and nodded. you pulled back, looking at her wet face with a frown and wiping her tears with your thumbs. "I love you, angel" you leaned in, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips before pulling back and taking her ring-clad hand in yours, beginning to walk further into the parking for billie's car. then she mumbled, voice hoarse but full of emotion.

"I love you too, pretty"

sorry if I didn't describe the grammys part right, I didn't watch!!

[ifwbillie]

safe. (comfort) | b.e x fem!reader

a/n. hi guys im back (maybe)

you’re curled up in the dim glow of your room, drowning in the silence. the blanket is pulled tight around you, like a shield against something that isn’t even there. your phone lies abandoned beside you, the screen flashing with her name. again. and again.

you don’t check the messages. you don’t listen to the voicemails. but you know what they say.

where are you?

please talk to me.

i’m worried, baby.

your stomach twists. it’s not like you don’t want to answer her. it’s that you can’t. your thoughts are too loud, looping the same fears over and over until you feel like you might suffocate under their weight.

then—soft knocking. hesitant.

you don’t move, don’t say anything, but the door creaks open anyway.

“baby?” her voice is careful, like she’s afraid you’ll shatter if she’s too loud.

footsteps. slow and deliberate. you feel the bed shift as she sits beside you. she’s not touching you, but her presence alone makes the air feel different. warmer.

“you scared me,” she murmurs, almost to herself. “i kept calling. texting. i thought…” she exhales sharply, like she’s steadying herself. “i just needed to see you.”

guilt coils in your chest. you bury your face deeper into the blanket.

billie doesn’t push. she just waits. patient. steady. like she has all the time in the world for you.

after a moment, she moves. not abruptly. not forcefully. just enough to slip under the blanket with you, to exist in your space without demanding anything. her hand brushes against yours—barely there, an offering.

“can i hold you?” she asks, voice so soft it almost disappears.

you hesitate, but then, slowly, you nod.

and she pulls you in.

it’s not just an embrace—it’s an anchor. her arms wrap around you with purpose, like she’s holding something fragile but refusing to let it break. her heartbeat is steady against your ear, her fingers moving absentmindedly through your hair.

“i got you,” she whispers. “i always got you.”

your breath hitches, and she must notice, because she holds you tighter.

you don’t even mean to say it, but it slips out before you can stop it. “i’m scared.”

her hand stills in your hair. “of what, baby?”

you swallow hard. “of losing you. of you realizing i’m too much. that i think too much, that i feel too much.”

she’s quiet for a second. then—“hey,” she says, tilting your chin up so you have to meet her gaze. her eyes burn with something fierce, something unwavering. “look at me.”

you do.

“you are not too much,” she says, slow and deliberate, like she’s carving the words into the universe itself. “not for me. never for me.”

your throat tightens. “but—”

“no,” she cuts you off gently. “no buts. i love you, and i love all of you. even the parts that overthink. even the parts that get scared.” she presses her forehead to yours. “especially those parts.”

your eyes sting. she brushes her thumbs under them before anything can fall.

“you don’t have to fight this alone,” she whispers. “let me stay. let me help.”

you don’t trust your voice, so you just nod.

she shifts, pulling you down with her, molding herself around you like she’s trying to shield you from the world itself. her fingers keep moving—through your hair, along your back, tracing lazy circles into your skin.

“breathe with me,” she murmurs.

you do.

slow. steady. in sync.

the world is still heavy. your thoughts are still loud. but in her arms, they don’t feel so impossible to carry.

because she’s here.

and she’s not letting go.

[gublershrry]

Only Angel • B.E.

Summary: you meet a girl at a party, you smoke a joint with her, and you let her fuck you like crazy.

Warnings: smut, gxg, degradation, shes high, dom!billie, sub!reader, one night stand, strap!billie, i did not proof this

You don’t know why you let Abby drag you to this party.

She claimed you needed to “go out more” and “not be so shy” now that you graduated college. Living in L. A. Was threatening to you, though. Too many people, too many drugs, too much drama.

So when your roommate first asked you to join her, you laughed in her face. When she begged you (for days, actually) you finally gave in.

“What’s the harm in it?” She asked. It was a “small” function, one of her friends from her college invited her to a party in the Hills. He told her to bring as many people as she knew. And well, Abby only really knew you. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

Plus, it’d probably be nice to get out of the house for a night, especially after moving all of your shit across the country 2 weeks ago.

And so, now you’re here, silently motivating yourself to walk through the huge doors of the mansion just 2 streets over from Rodeo Dr. That is, until Abby drags you inside by your wrist before you’re done manifesting a good night.

You immediately go to the kitchen to get a drink.

The entire house was packed, the music was loud, and you’re honestly surprised nobody has made any complaints about it to the police. The speakers were rattling and you just wondered who the hell owned this nice of a place and also listens to Drake.

3 shots later and you’re ready to wonder around the house. You look outside the back patio first, watching stupid, drunken idiots jump off the roof into the huge pool. Internally rolling your eyes, you keep looking around until you spot a girl on the couch, manspreading in cargo pants at least 4 sizes too big on her, smoking a joint while a blonde kisses down her neck.

And she spots you too.

All Billie is thinking in this moment is how innocent you look: a cute pink mini skirt with your black lace thong barely peeking through, probably by mistake, and a small sheer top with a matching bra also vaguely showing. You looked like an angel.

Your eye contact with the mysterious black-haired girl doesn’t waver, even while the blonde, practically on top of her at this point, sucks marks into her neck that will probably be there for days.

The girl blows smoke out towards you, then curls her finger to beckon you over.

You oblige.

She shoos off the other girl, who doesn’t seem phased but instead runs outside to probably find her friends. The girl on the couch pats her lap, looking you up and down, silently telling you to sit there. Instead you sit next to her, take the joint out from between her fingers, and take a long drag.

“I’m y/n” you say, not daring to look her in the eyes as you give back her joint. She takes it, and you see from the corner of your eyes as she puffs once more before putting it out on the tray in front of you.

She adjusts her backwards fitted cap before licking her lips and slouching down a little more.

“Billie. You come alone?”

You tell her Abby’s somewhere probably hooking up with a dude before Billie puts her hand on your thigh, sending chills up your spine. She leans in to your neck, her lips barely grazing your ear, and whispers just loud enough for you, and you alone, to hear.

“Wanna follow me upstairs, baby?”

So obviously, you go.

She walks behind you, staring at your ass shake each time you take a step. You silently thank God that Abby made you wear a tiny mini skirt and just a lace thong underneath. You remind yourself to thank her later.

Billie puts her hand on the small of your back as she leads you to a bedroom down the hallway, then slams the door shut and locks it. Immediately, she slams your body against the door, kissing down your neck and squeezing your hips simultaneously.

“Coming out looking like this was dangerous, you know.” Billie groans into your ear as her hands travel around your waist.

She makes her way up to your tits, gently squeezing them and then moving her hands around to take your bra off. You lift your hands up so she can rip your shirt and bra off together, your legs shaking with anticipation. After haphazardly tossing your top across the room, she grabs you and pushes you on to the bed, face down. As you moan, she smacks your ass and grabs the handprint after, soothing your fiery skin.

“You gotta hush, baby. Can’t let your friend know who you’re having fun with.” Billie tells you seductively before kissing down your spine, then propping your ass up so she can get a good view.

“So fuckin’ wet already, hm? Can’t wait to taste this pretty little thing.” Billie said quietly, to herself most likely, before grabbing your cheeks and attaching her mouth to your pussy.

She moves her tongue around expertly, making you fall apart under her touch.

“F- fuck Billie!” You exclaim, feeling your legs get even shakier and that pit grow in your lower stomach. You reach your arms out, grasping for the sheets, the pillows, anything to grab onto. You struggle to keep your moans in, not wanting to know what her punishment would be if you got too loud.

“Don’t stop, pl- ah!” You’re cut off by Billie sliding her middle finger inside of you, curling it to hit that soft, spongey spot. Your body weakens and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you shake and beg for more.

Although, all she does is stop.

As she removes her finger, she gets up and pulls your hair so hard your back arches, your back now flush against her chest. As you pant for air, she shoves her finger down your throat, watching you through hooded eyes. You taste yourself on her finger, gagging and keeping your eyes locked with hers.

She pulls your hair tighter, sliding her hand out of your mouth and grasping onto your neck instead, aggressively making out with you. Although Billie mumbled through the kisses, you heard her loud and clear;

“I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, angel.”

“I’m gonna turn you into a little devil in these sheets, hm? You want that?”

You nod and she releases the grip on your throat, which forces you to flop back over onto your stomach. However, this isn’t the position she wants you in.

Billie swiftly grasps the back of your legs and flips you around so you’re lying on your back as she leans over you, her knees on either side of your legs at the end of the bed. She quickly (and with one hand) takes her belt off, and then pulls her pants down revealing a strap she had been wearing this whole night. You look up into her eyes, a glimmer of fear not going unnoticed by the woman above you. She just smirks and spits down onto the fake cock, rubbing it around before running the tip up and down your folds.

She leans over you, moving your legs onto her shoulders before sliding the very end of the dick into your entrance. You gasp loudly but she shuts you up, shoving two fingers into your mouth.

Billie thrusts her hips all the way into you, watching your back arch like an exorcism.

She was gonna fuck that only angel right outta you.

As her pace sped up, your moans increased in number and volume, and she moved her fingers away from your mouth, now toying with your nipples. As she pinched and squeezed at you, she watched your jaw slack and your eyes flutter shut, appreciating the effect she had on you.

“I’m gonna cum, Billi- fuck!” You yelp, her fingers finding their way to your clit. As she rubbed tight circles, she could tell you were getting close. She watched with a low gaze as you came apart right underneath her, soaking her cock and fingers.

She fucked you all through your orgasm, hers following soon after, the pressure of the strap hitting her spot too much to handle. She slowed her pace but not her hardness, eyes rolling back and her hair falling into your face as she bent over you, cumming.

Her sighs in your ear sounded like heaven, and she lightly licked your ear before sucking on the lobe.

“God, you’re so fucking good, I wanna die tonight in your sweet little pussy.”

Idk how to write smut I’m just bored sry

[skinnyhmhas]

let the light in ❀ b.e

soft!billie, easter day, fluff, contains mentions of: eating disorder relapse, sh (scars) & depression !!!

a/n: i love you girls so much. you're beautiful. if any of this resonated with you, i'm here for you at all times, and i mean it. you have me here. billie and i are proud of you 🫶🏻

from the moment your mind decided to descend into sadness, depression, and relapse, nothing had been easy. not even after years and years of therapy and long conversations with loved ones. there were several moments throughout your life where relapse would show up at your door and without knocking destroy your life a little more, which was almost unbearable.

sometimes it happened for no specific reason, it was simply an illness that wouldn't go away; you learned to live with it. you remember wanting to rip your skin off when your therapist told you that.

when you talked to billie the first time you met her, she became your most important support and connection. with her, everything was softer and more loving. she gave you enough confidence to come back to life.

now, as you were preparing to spend easter with your girlfriend and her family, you felt horrible at the way your abdomen had become so marked over time, maybe it was billie's vacation, coachella, or the simple fact that you no longer had self-control. or so you thought. you felt a stake in your soul when you noticed how you returned to the vice of standing in front of the mirror, lifting your shirt and looking at yourself from the side.

you bit your lip, trying to find something in the closet that could cover your abdomen, but everything seemed to look ugly. you cried a few tears, feeling your anxiety level rise. you put on something you didn't want, but it was the most covered thing you had. you put on makeup and left the room.

"my girlfriend looks so beautiful." it was the first thing billie said when she saw you, you denied it, going into her arms to kiss her. "yes, you are."

she made you spin with her hand, kissing yours, traveling down your arm, your shoulder, your neck, and finally your lips. you felt intoxicated by her love, in the best of ways, and she noticed.

"i love you." you whispered.

"i love you more, baby." her smile made you feel brave.

(...)

in her parents' house the table was full of different dishes of food, sweet and savory. you felt overwhelmed by how everything seemed so full of calories, according to your head that already knew how to count the calories of each food. you looked out the window overlooking the garden. billie was chatting happily with her father, patrick. you felt guilty; you didn't want to burden your girlfriend, especially with this. you wanted to force yourself not to relapse. besides, you didn't want to ruin a day that was supposed to be happy.

but the photos of your worst moments haunted you even in your dreams. fragile, hurt, and clutching your heart, you thought you looked more beautiful that way. why? because you ate nothing but a piece of gum. and that strange feeling of being sick, you missed it so much. you missed being sick.

you were your own envy and at the same time your own most hated person.

you felt a hand on your back, maggie.

"will you help me carry these plates outside, sweetheart?" she asked you, her voice sweet, almost as if she were the mother you never had. you felt like crying.

you nodded, taking the plates and carrying them outside, knowing full well that you wouldn't eat a single bite. you sat next to Billie, hugging your legs, and she smiled at you.

"oh, there's my girl." she put her hands on your shoulders, finneas, claudia and her parents were all talking, laughing, eating.

you left a quick kiss on your girlfriend's forehead, looking up at the sky, praying no one would offer you food. but who has benefited from praying on their knees?

"you have to try this, i made it!" claudia exclaimed, wanting to give you some vegan dish she probably made the night before.

"oh, i'll eat later, i'm still a little full from my breakfast."

it was amazing how you kept using the excuses you used when you were 16 and starving yourself at home. billie looked at you curiously, getting closer to you but still not asking.

the afternoon passed with games, talks, and different activities that the family had prepared and your stomach was still empty. now your girlfriend was more alert, she realized everything that was happening with you, she could read you like a book.

"you didn't eat anything, are you okay?" finneas was the one who asked you that, you nodded.

you looked at him, getting up from your seat, trying your best to keep them from noticing that your mind was still sickly relapsing.

"yes, i'll go to the bathroom..."

billie wanted to say something, but you were already inside, heading for the bathroom. you closed the door, lifting your shirt, and checking your abdomen again.

you froze looking at yourself, every inch of your skin felt bigger. you wanted to cry, cry, and scream until you had no voice. you regretted everything so much.

your girlfriend knocked on the door. "my baby, hurry up so we can eat the chocolate before it runs out."

chocolate. your mind was filled with numbers, you felt dizzy.

"come in." you begged, vulnerable, you couldn't stand the situation anymore.

your girlfriend opened the door quickly, her face worried, seeing you with your shirt over your abdomen and your gaze full of anxiety.

"baby girl, what happened?"

your girlfriend's voice was so soft that you could feel it all over your skin, caressing it and now you were struggling with two feelings. feel the love of your love or feel disgusted by feeling your own skin. you clung to billie, closing your eyes, trying to separate the past from the present, from love and hate, from disgust and courage.

your head rested on her chest, her pink baby tee with a little bunny on it made you smile a little. she looked beautiful.

"i keep thinking about all the versions of myself i was in the past, and i can't help but want all the bad things to come back so i'd have a reason to hurt myself." you muttered.

maybe it was a little too honest of you because you could swear you heard your girlfriend's heart break. her hands remained on your waist, one of them caressing your back and holding you for dear life.

"you don't need to be sick or unwell or just hurt yourself for people to think you're prettier." billie began to speak. "and if i'm honest, a smile on your face is more beautiful than anything else. happiness looks beautiful on you. seeing you laugh, enjoy and be present is what makes you real, human and so full of love."

tears approached your eyes, greeting your cheeks, organizing a parade up to your neck leaving their traces of fire. your girlfriend looked into your eyes. you could feel all the love and adoration in them. her hands lovingly caressed your skin, the skin you hated so much. but she loved it. and if she loved your skin so much, maybe it was for a reason.

maybe it was because thanks to your skin you two could touch each other, kiss each other and feel close.

"i know everything you did, my love, but they're scars on your beautiful skin and that's the best part, okay? they don't need to be fresh cuts, they're part of your story." you managed to smile a little, wiping away your tears. "there's my pretty girl."

"you are the sweetest soul i have ever met." you confessed, laughing a little as you realized how much you were crying.

"you're lucky i'm your soulmate, and i'm lucky too. you're the most beautiful thing the world has to offer." your heart became sensitive.

you remembered all the times you told billie that you was perhaps the worst thing the world had to offer, but she always claimed you were the best.

"feelin' better, baby girl?" she asked.

"yes...i feel like i have a weight less on my back, bils."

she could feel like she could die of love. she held your cheek, caressing it and looking at your face. you were perfect for her. she came close enough to you to kiss you, softly, slowly, leaving traces of love on your red lips.

"do you want to go and eat that delicious chocolate? i'll be with you all the time, okay, my love? i won't leave you alone." she held your hands, caressing them.

you hesitated for a second, your mind wanting to speak louder than billie's love, but it was impossible. you smiled, nodding, preparing to go back so you could finally eat.

"i'm so proud of you, my sweet girl."

billie would always hold you. she would always be there, she would always love you, she would always make you let the light into your life again.

what she didn't know is that she was the light of your soul.

now you had the memory of the rest of the day eating chocolate, tasting the food claudia had made, and your girlfriend taking pictures of you all the time with her little camera.

"every day more beautiful." billie whispered behind the camera.

and at that moment you remembered that she hadn't said anything to you when you left the room dressed as you were now. she didn't expect you to wear something flashier, tighter, or prettier. in her eyes you were beautiful, no matter what you wore or how you looked.

[deepestarbiterkid]

Molly with a gun.

[zumicyt]

her baby ● b.e

pairing: billie eilish x fem!reader

contains: PURE FLUFFF, billie being a cutie, cuddles, just lovey dovey stuff !!

summary: billie gets home late, which makes you upset, but she makes sure you know how much she loves you.

it was around 11pm and you were sitting alone in your bed, covered in the sheets and blankets. you were waiting for your girlfriend billie to get home. she was supposed to be home over 2 hours ago and she wasn't answering your messages. you just layed down in your bed watching a baking show.

the sound of keys dangling against the door gets your attention. you were still upset with billie for not telling you where she was but you knew that her work has been to busy and overwhelming lately, but you decide to act mad at billie. you turn over in your bed so your back faces her. "baby? I'm so so sorry I'm late. things just got super hectic and I lost a whole bunch of important papers and- I'm sorry." you turn to look her in the eyes and she immediately drops her stuff and hugs you. "I love you my baby. I'm so sorry." she mumbles into your neck. "it's okay billie. I just missed you so much." you hug her tighter and she pulls away and kisses you softly. after that she goes to take a quick shower and you both decide to bake cookies and watch Charlie brown's Christmas. That night you both fell asleep in eachothers arms, embracing the warm presence of one another.

a/n: I'm sorry this is so short 😞 just a cute lil story to start my account with!!!

[allyeilishh]

I’m begging for maybe an angsty party scene where Billie ends up saying something mean to Y/N in front of their friends. Y/N leaves the party and Billie acts like she doesn’t care and then a couple hours go by and Y/N hasn’t texted so Billie starts freaking out. Possibly ending in smut because I love. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ᥫ᭡ PARTY 4 U ── .✦ B.E.

pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!reader

Genre: angst, faded smut

synopsis: Billie got jealous of you being too close to Quen at a party, saying things she didn’t mean. Making you leave early, and for her to worry about your well being.

w/c: 1.9k

The loud music from the speakers blasted through your veins, making the hairs on your arms stand up. The scent of the room was a mix of multiple flavors of vapes, heavy alcohol, and unfiltered B.O. that reeked throughout the house.

The house was dark for the most part, but the little flashes of colorful lights passed by as they moved around like they were looking for someone specific. You were currently in the kitchen, giggling with Quen about some stupid joke you both saw online.

You and Quen were close friends, and you both had been friends since the early stages of your lives. Like, diapers, early stage. And you two never seemed to grow apart, no matter how many arguments you had.

You both were insanely close, on a deep level. Like sharing things you wouldn’t ever share to anyone else, let alone the internet. Something only you two knew about, and it would forever stay that way. But you had begun to see that Billie was getting jealous of that closeness.

When you had begun to lean onto Quen when you were laughing too hard, Billie had gently pulled you to lean on her instead. You didn’t think much of it at first, thinking she just thought that you were going to fall. But when Quen reached out to touch your shoulder, you felt Billie pull you closer to her side.

When you looked up at her to see what was wrong, all you could see was a piercing gaze, going straight through Quen. Like she was ready to murder the girl. You knew Billie and Quen were good friends, best friends, which was why it confused you when she looked so pissed off just looking at the girl.

You looked up at Billie, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You didn’t know what was happening, or even why. Did you somehow piss Billie off? How? You were just talking to your friend. You didn’t understand why Billie was being like this.

Billie eventually looked down to look at you, her eyes sharp and demanding. Like she was trying to pull something out of you.

"Why are you so touchy with Quen all of a sudden?” Billie questioned, but it felt more like an accusation than just being curious.

"What? We’re not being touchy, baby.” You said, confusion instantly filling your voice. You looked at Billie with confusion in your eyes, trying to figure out what was happening. Even over the loud music, you could practically hear Billie’s heartbeat. Loud and no doubt full of jealousy.

"Yes, you are. You were just all over her like she was some girl you would take to your place by the end of the night.” Billie said, her voice sharp and unforgiving. You both knew it wasn’t like that. It was never like that. You and Quen were friends, and that was it. No benefits, nothing. Where was this even coming from?

"Baby, what? It’s not like that. We’re just friends, we have always just been friends—“ you tried to speak, but Billie cut you off, her voice rough and cold.

"It’s exactly what it looks like. You and Quen look like you’re about to pounce on each other, and you wouldn’t even stop it because you’re too damn hungry for someone else.”

Those words hit you harder than any hand could’ve hit you.

You stood there, in complete shock, your heart suddenly beating a lot faster than it was before. Billie really thought you were just hungry for sex? Did she really think that lowly of you, that you would go out and cheat just to get off? You couldn’t believe it. But she didn’t even stop.

"You just wanted someone to make you feel like you’re worth something. But guess what, Princess? You’re not.” Billie spoke sharply, leaning in close to your face, so close you felt her breath on your lips. Something you would usually crave, but right now, it felt like you were going to sob. And you barely even noticed it.

You could hear Quen in the background, trying to defend you, knowing that your friendship was purely just a friendship, no ifs, ands, or buts. But Billie didn’t listen to Quen. She just stared at you, like you would say something. But you never did. You were just a ball of redness and embarrassment.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, your heart crumbling into a thousand tiny pieces. You pushed Billie off of you, before storming away, pushing the door to Quen’s house open, and quickly shutting it behind you. No thoughts except that you didn’t want to see Billie.

Billie stared at the closed door for a moment, a lingering guilt bubbling into her heart. But she quickly pushed it down. You heard what you needed. Because all you were was a whore. All you wanted was to feel cared for, even for a moment. You were just a whore, right?

"Why the hell would you say that?! You know me and her have nothing going on!” Quen practically shouted, her own anger beginning to bubble to the surface. They both knew nothing ever happened between you and Quen before, and nothing ever would. So why was Billie even doing this?

Billie rolled her eyes, leaning against the kitchen island, like she just didn’t care about how she made her own girlfriend feel. Like she barely even registered her own words.

"She needs to grow a pair. She’ll be fine. She wouldn’t have run out if it wasn’t true.” Billie said, her voice so cold, so distant. Like a shadow of your loving, sweet Billie. She desperately pushed away the guilt building up in her chest, trying to believe that her words were right.

But as the party went on, people began to leave, the music began to quiet, and zero texts or calls from you, Billie began to worry. She knew her words were harsh, but you needed to hear them, right? You weren’t loyal.

She tried to tell herself that. But the evidence was slapped right across her face every single day. The way you wouldn’t have a sparkle in your eyes when you talked to another woman. How you could only focus on Billie if she was the one talking, with the sparkle in your eyes.

Billie suddenly felt like she was just slapped across the face. How could she be so dumb, just over some jealousy? Just because you were talking to one of your closest friends? She let out a curse, before instantly beginning to run out of the house, phone in hand.

She was texting you, her thumbs working overtime on the keyboard, needing you to answer her. She typed and typed multiple messages, waiting for your response. But as minutes passed without even opening the messages, Billie began to panic.

Why did she let you leave on your own? It was dangerous, and she just let you leave. All by yourself. You could’ve gotten kidnapped, and she wasn’t there to protect you. She was so stupid. She quickly got into her car, starting up the engine before speeding down the road. She needed to get to your house, and now.

She anxiously tapped on the steering wheel at a red light, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed to know you were safe. She needed to know that you were untouched, that nothing had happened to you. She felt like ripping out her hair.

This was all her fault. She shouldn’t have gotten so jealous over something so scant. She knew you and Quen were just friends, but in the moment, her brain wasn’t working right, and she was being a complete and utter idiot. You could be hurt—or worse, and it would be all because of her.

When she reached your house, she was practically flying out of her car and rushing onto the front porch. She stood there for a moment, listening for any sort of noises, something that would show you were home. Nothing. She cursed, before rushing inside, calling out your name eagerly.

She checked every single inch of the house, rushing through each room like she was a bounty hunter trying to find a missing person. Because she needed to find you. She needed to hold you and tell you how stupid she was.

And when she reached your bedroom, she paused for a moment. She went completely silent, because inside, she could hear soft sobbing, muffled from the door. And her heart broke.

She gently pushed open the door, calling out your name, softer and more gentle than before. She saw the way your body froze up. Her heart broke in that moment. She couldn’t believe she was the one who did this to you. who made you look so broken.

"Go away.” You said, your voice trying to hold some anger, but all you could feel was an overwhelming sense of sorrow. Billie should’ve trusted you, she could’ve. But she decided not to, and then she said those words like they were nothing. You wanted to feel angry, but you only felt sorrow and heartache.

Billie let out a defeated sigh, knowing she messed up, and badly. You could hear the soft footsteps coming closer, and the bed shifting in weight. A warm hand was placed on your shoulder, and you fought the urge to shove it away. You were going to speak, but before you could, Billie cut you off.

"Please, just listen to me, okay? Please. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I was just jealous, and I didn’t know what I was thinking. That doesn’t make up for anything, I know. I just need you to know that I feel so stupid for ever saying that to you. It was completely idiotic of me.”

"You’re damn right you were idiotic,” You said, flipping around onto your other side so you were facing Billie. A soft smile was being placed on your lips. "But you’re my idiot, and only mine.”

Billie couldn’t help but smile when she saw yours. She hesitantly leaned in closer to you, and when you didn’t pull away, she gently enveloped you into a warm hug, both of you lying down on your bed. This felt so much better.

You buried your face into Billie’s shoulder, taking in her scent. She still smelt like alcohol and a little sweat, but there was something about it that was just purely her. You held her close, letting out a content sigh.

"I’m sorry for getting jealous. It was so stupid.” Billie spoke with a soft chuckle, embarrassed of how she acted.

You let out a chuckle with her, pulling away just enough to look at her pretty face. "It was stupid. But Quen will forever and always only be a friend. Only you, baby.”

Billie nodded, letting out a relieved sigh. She was glad that this could all get resolved. That all of this was just a stupid inconvenience. She bit on her bottom lip gently, looking at you with love and affection sewed into her eyes, but there was an underlying need.

"Promise, only me?” She spoke quietly, her hand traveling up your shirt, stopping just under your bra wire.

A shiver went up your spine, and you nodded, speaking just as quiet as she did. "Promise. O-only you, baby.”

Billie stared at you for a second, as if watching for a hint of hesitation. But there was none. She attached her lips to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving hickies all over your neck. You let out a small moan, which mixed in with a whine.

"All mine. And I’m gonna make you remember that.” ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

a/n: hiii sorry I wasn’t exactly comfortable writing smut so you get a fade out I hope that’s good enough 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[diceroll65]

unexpected guest - b.e

billie eilish x fem!reader

a/n: little blurb for u 💋

summary: you walk to the kitchen after a long night, where you are met with billie's mom dropping off leftovers of billie's favorite from the night before. billie was already aware of her mom coming over... clearly you were not!

warnings: mention of previous sexual encounter, sensual acts, second hand embarrassment, indication of smut, etc

it is 10:12am, you wake up, looking under the covers rediscovering the evidence of last night's activity of choice. you look over to see the top of billie's bare back, the rest of her figure covered with the off-white duvet. you look over to realize your glass of water is now empty, so you decide to go to the kitchen. billie's house is freezing, so you grab the closest piece of attire. billie's red jersey hangs loosely on your shoulders, your hair now in a rushed updo. you grab the glass on the side table, and open the door to billie's room.

you go straight for the fridge, holding your glass under the water dispenser. all of a sudden, you hear keys being inserted into the door lock, instantly freezing. you quietly set your glass down on the adjacent counter. you then hear the familiar footsteps of none other than maggie, billie's mom. she whips her head to see you standing there, in nothing but billie's jersey. of course, it was long enough to cover everything but you still feel exposed. "hey y/n! just dropping off some noodle soup for billie" she says, with a sweet smile. you can't help but to smile back, despite your feeling of indecency. "aw that's sweet! i've heard such great things about that soup. i'll let her know you dropped it off" you say, twiddling your thumbs. "i assume she's still sleeping" she laughs, looking over to billie's bedroom door. "oh yeah, she is sleeping like a baby" you giggle, not realizing what you said and now leaving room for maggie to wonder why she is sleeping so well. she smiles and reaches out to grab your arm. "well it was wonderful seeing you, honey. i have to run some errands, tell billie to call me!" she says, bringing you into a tight embrace. you rub maggie's back, giving a little "i will" as she turns to face the door.

you hear the door the latch of the door, and immediately run back into the bedroom. your face is now beet red, as you begin to shake billie gently, but vigorously. "hmmm" billie mumbles as her eyes slowly open to reveal her glassy orbs. "your mom just saw me... like this" you say, dipping your head down to emphasize your lack of clothes. billie eyes widen a little "oh yeah, she did mention dropping by this morning on the phone last night" she says, as she slightly tilts her head remaining eye contact. "you didn't think to mention this maybe i don't know, last night?" you say, in a frightened shriek. while you are mortified, billie is amused, letting out a soft chuckle. "billie that was so embarrassing, oh my god" you say, your hands falling into your hands. billie sits up a little, stretching while simultaneously reaching for your hands. "babe, we're adults" billie laughs "plus, this is my place it's fine"

"just let me know next time maybe?" you ask softly, gazing at her with a plush expression, evident through your eyes. "mhmmm" she says, taking in a deep breath, leaving prolonged pecks along the side of your neck.

"i would've loved to seen how flustered you were" billie says, biting your shoulder. "how are you still horny?" you ask, laughing as you turn around to wrap your arms around her neck.

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[rafeysvenicebitch]

AMERICAN PSYCHO

OLDER!RAFE X READER

IN WHICH

Rafe Cameron is a wealthy and polished man, concealing a dark, violent side. He’s charismatic, charming, and ruthless in his pursuit of success, operating in high society with a carefully constructed facade. Y/n is a successful young woman, driven and talented, with a blossoming career in the arts. Rafe becomes fixated on her after a chance encounter, unable to shake his obsession. He begins to stalk her, inserting himself into her life under various pretenses. At first, he’s all charm and allure, offering help and connections, but his darker nature slowly unravels as he becomes more envious and possessive of her. Y/n is drawn to him at first, unaware of his dangerous tendencies, but soon begins to sense that something isn’t right. Despite the red flags, she can’t seem to distance herself from him, as Rafe’s hold on her grows stronger. Rafe’s obsession intensifies as he becomes willing to do anything — and hurt anyone — to keep Y/n in his orbit. His interactions with her become more erratic, veering between extreme generosity and cold, calculated cruelty. Y/n’s life becomes a battle between her career ambitions and escaping Rafe’s suffocating grip, as she navigates the tension between desire and fear. Meanwhile, Rafe is driven to prove that he’s the only one who can truly “understand” her, obsessively shaping her world in his image. Rafe slowly descends into madness, and Y/n struggles to break free from his control.

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EXTRAS

🔪Rafe getting released from jail

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NO. 1 PARTY ANTHEM ⊹ ࣪ ˖ - B.E

Fluff ᥫ᭡

Tw: nothing!! Fluff

A/N - this may possibly be the cutest piece of writing I’ve ever done. Also my literal FAVORITE Billie writer on this app liked my last post and I started freaking out. Girly ilysm

In your apartment, The air was thick with a domestic calm that you rarely got to experience. Just you and Billie, snuggling on the couch—no cameras or expectations. Just you and your amazing girlfriend being your real and authentic selves. You were sitting next to her, (but let's be real, you were practically on top of her) Idly scrolling on TikTok. She was watching over your shoulder. None of the TikToks were that interesting, but one video in particular caught both of your attention. A familiar face took over your screen. 

The TikTok was paired with No. 1 Party Anthem playing in the background—a song that you absolutely adore. Each beat is a different clip of Billie looking at you. All of these clips are vastly different. Some of them are from interviews, some of them are from home videos that were publicized, some from concert clips, etc. 

Whatever the clips are from, they all have one thing in common. Billie is staring at you like you hung the damn moon. The love and admiration in her eyes is the sole focus of the TikTok. Your eyes glance down to the caption: ‘The look of love in Billie’s eyes is everything to me 😭’ 

You turn your head to Billie, whose cheeks are flushed with a subtle pink blush. She’s sheepishly smiling, trying to hide her face by tightening her hoodie strings.

“Is that really how you look at me?” 

You were trying to search her eyes, but she wasn’t giving you much to work with. With care, you slowly tug her hoodie off of her head, revealing her face. 

“Why are you hiding?” You asked simply, eyes boring into her. 

“It’s embarrassing..” she mumbled. 

“No it’s not,” you stated, a blush creeping onto your face now. “I think it’s adorable.” 

You followed her gaze back to the phone screen, where the TikTok was paused on a frame of Billie staring at you during an interview with the utmost of admiration. 

“I just didn’t know it was that obvious,” She cringed at herself, her blush deepening. 

“Obvious that you’re obsessed with me?” 

She rolls her eyes and shoves you lightly. “Shut up..” 

She averts her gaze again, so you cup her cheek and drag her face to meet your eyes with a softness that seems to warm the whole room. The way she's looking at you makes your heart flutter. 

“I love you,” you mutter before leaning in for a sweet, loving kiss. Billie melts into it, deepening the tender kiss. After a moment, she pulls back. 

“Are you real?” she asks, but it's clear she's talking to herself rather than you. 

“I don't know, am I?” 

A light chuckle escaped her lips before she kissed you again, harder this time. “God you're gonna be the death of me.” 

Eventually, she settles into your chest, idly rubbing smooth circles on your hands—which are wrapped around her. The phone laid forgotten on the table, still open to the best TikTok you've ever seen.