#B.E: T

[deepestarbiterkid]

Molly with a gun.

[starryjake]

take care of you | b.e

in which ej can’t sleep and turns to you for help.

pairing: euijoo x fem!reader

includes: consensual somnophilia, dry humping, fingering, handjob, intercourse, unprotected sex, cumming inside, (lmk if i missed anything).

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ej felt awful. he was exhausted, he was sweaty, and worst of all, he was hard.

he looked over to his right to find you sound asleep, your back facing him. how you were sleeping in the dead middle of summer heat was beyond him, but you made it look so easy.

he tossed and turned, trying to get in a comfortable position, but nothing was comfortable. not with how uncomfortable he felt in his skin at that moment.

he tried pressing himself against you, thinking maybe he’d be able to sleep better with you in his embrace, but it only made him harder. the way your ass nestled perfectly against his erection.

eventually, ej tore himself away from you and stripped out of his t-shirt. he immediately felt better, cooler.

he lied flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. he was tired, but still he couldn’t fall asleep.

his erection was straining against his shorts, clear and as obvious as day. he glanced over to you again, ensuring you were still asleep, then slowly brought a hand down to his cock, over the shorts.

he squeezed his length slightly, sighing at the relief. it wasn’t much, but it was something. he looked over at you again, staring at your body as he dragged his hand up his length and back down.

his eyes scanned your pretty sleeping body. all you had on was a little pair of white shorts and a matching white tank top. ej thought you looked like an actual angel.

“baby,” he called out softly. “are you awake?”

no response. you were out like a light.

he sighed, then released his grasp on his covered erection. he wasn’t going to jerk off with you sleeping right next to him. he couldn’t.

so, he attempted to fall asleep again. he turned on his side and closed his eyes. nothing. he pressed himself against you again, sliding his arm over your stomach and holding you tight.

it felt like cuddling with a furnace. you were both hot. your tank top stuck to ej’s bare chest from sweat.

ej inhaled the scent of you shampoo, running his large hand up and down your stomach. he couldn’t help the way his cock dug right into your ass and how good even the slightest bit of pressure felt.

testing, he pushed his hips forward and bit his lip to restrain the moan threatening to leave his mouth. it felt good. you felt good.

you both had talked about it before, doing things in your sleep. both of you were intrigued by the idea, and both of you gave each other permission. so, ej thought, why not.

he tightened his grip around your waist, still being cautious not to wake you up, though. he pushed his hips forward again, burying his face into the back of your neck and sighing against your warm skin.

he started peppering soft kisses around your neck, kisses that gradually became harder the more he thrusted against you. he eventually started sliding his hand down from your stomach and into your shorts.

“mmm,” he hummed softly, spreading your legs slightly so he could get a better angle to dry-hump you. “you’re so good, baby.”

you shifted a little, but still weren’t awake yet.

ej found your clit and began rubbing you in little circles, getting you nice and wet. he huffed against your neck, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the fabric of his shorts. he was so turned on.

eventually, he pushed your shorts to the side and slid his fingers down to the bottom of your pussy and then back to the top, gathering your wetness that had formed, even with you being fast asleep.

he slid his middle finger into your tight hole, burying it there inside you. then, he used his thumb to keep rubbing your clit, and by then, it was getting hard to stay asleep.

ej continued to dry hump you, eventually not noticing how hard he was going. he just needed to feel good and at that point, if you woke up, so be it.

you suddenly squeezed your thighs around his hand and planted a firm hand on his wrist, stopping him from fingering you.

“fuck,” he exhaled, immediately pausing all movements.

“ej?” you called out, confused and dazed.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he said, slowly pulling his hand away from your drenched cunt.

“what’s going on?” you asked, your voice so soft and sleepy that ej twitched in his pants.

“nothing, sweetheart,” he replied, petting your hair. you looked up at him with big, tired eyes, blinking in confusion. “i just couldn’t sleep.”

“why not?” you wondered, turning your body so you were facing him instead.

“i don’t know,” he lied. “it’s just hot in here, so maybe that.”

with your tired gaze, still half asleep, you scanned ej from his red face down to his bare torso, and down to his shorts. that was where you were met with his cock straining clearly against the fabric with a dark patch on it.

he gulped nervously, watching you stare at his boner.

you reached your hand out and placed it on his clothed cock. ej melted into your touch, sighing out at the contact.

“you don’t have to,” he assured you. “you’re sleepy, baby. you should go back to bed.”

you gently stroked his length up and down, looking up at him through your eyelashes. god, he was so fucking horny. you made it impossible for him not to be.

“it’s so hard,” you whispered.

you took the initiative to slide your hand into his shorts and jerked him off without any interference. he moaned softly in your ear as your thumb swiped over his tip, gathering his pre-cum and using it as lubrication.

ej stared at your hand down his pants, watching how slowly you jerked him off from how tired you were. he knew you wanted to sleep, however, he also knew you were into it, because you were rutting yourself against his leg, equally desperate to be touched.

a few minutes of jerking him off and your movements got slower and slower, until eventually they come to a complete halt.

ej looked over at you to see why you stopped, only to find your eyes were closed again. you’d fallen back asleep, your hand still down his shorts.

he sighed, unsure what to do. to wake you up again would feel like a crime. you were obviously exhausted, and ej had been too, but by then, he was completely awake. and he wanted to cum.

“y/n?” he called out softly.

you hummed a little in response. you were on the cusp of falling back into deep slumber, yet still just barely conscious at the same time.

“just…” you started, “put it in me, euijoo.”

“what?” ej responded. “are you gonna wake up?”

you mumbled incoherently.

“just fuck me,” he eventually made out from your babbles.

his cock twitched in your limp grasp. he wanted to fuck you so bad, quite literally more than anything.

“yeah?” he said. “gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

your eyes fluttered open just barely. you looked so pretty, your pink cheeks smushed against the pillow, your hair messy and your lips inviting.

ej pushed you gently onto your back and leaned down to plant his lips against yours. he spread your legs and placed himself between them, holding your knees up around his waist.

you were barely kissing back, too tired to keep up with the pace he was going, but he didn’t care. you were still kissing him.

he ground his cock into your pussy, both of you still clothed. he kissed you so messily, so desperately and intensely. you just couldn’t keep up.

“fuck,” he grunted, pulling back for a moment to look at you. “you’re so pretty, baby. such a perfect girl just for me.”

you blinked up at him, lips glistening with a mixture of both of your saliva.

“fuck me, euijoo,” you begged quietly.

ej was quick to pull his shorts down, his aching cock springing out, dripping pre-cum. he slid your shorts to the side and slid your tank top up far enough for your tits to come out, leaving you just how he wanted you.

“are you gonna stay awake?” he asked, jerking his cock off to the sight of your body.

“i don’t know,” you responded lazily. “‘m so sleepy, but i want you to fuck me so bad.”

ej smiled softly down at you.

“just let me take care of you,” he said, finally lining himself up with your hole.

he slowly pushed his dick inside, giving you an inch at a time. you gasped, keeping your eyes on his as he filled you up.

“i’ve got you, honey,” he assured, caressing your warm cheek. “i’m right here.”

you felt so safe. so safe, so warm, and so good with him as he bottomed out inside of you. you were full of his cock.

you let your eyes close again, turning your head to the side. ej pulled out halfway before pushing back in deeply, feeling every inch of your warm, wet pussy.

he looked down at where your parts intertwined. he watched his cock pull almost all the way out of you before pushing back in.

he made sure to fuck you slow. you were falling back asleep, he could tell. he could feel it as your legs grew heavier around his waist and your body became slack. he had to be gentle with you.

“my good girl,” he whispered to himself, staring at your chest, then up to your face. “so sweet.”

he fucked you like that for a few minutes, feeling himself get closer and closer. he then dropped your legs down from around his waist and pulled out. at that, you woke up again.

your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him, practically pouting.

“why’d you stop?” you whined.

a bead of sweat was rolling down the side of his face, down his neck, and down his torso.

“i was getting close,” he told you.

“me too,” you said, taking him by surprise. “put it back in, please.”

he was quick to stuff his cock back inside you, feeling your tight walls suffocate his length. you spread your legs yourself, giving him enough room to thrust slightly faster than he had before now that you were awake.

with heavy eyelids, you watched him fuck you. he looked so good above you, sweaty and his jaw slightly dropped from how good he was feeling. you felt warmth all over your body and your stomach tightening.

“fuck,” you whispered tiredly. “i’m gonna cum.”

ej found your hand and intertwined your fingers together. he looked you deeply in your eyes as your orgasm hit you.

you gasped, throwing your head back as your tired, spent body came. your toes curled and your vision went blurry for a moment, from just how hard it had hit you.

“oh my god,” you cried out. “cum inside me, euijoo, please.”

ej groaned in response at the sheer thought of stuffing you full with his big load. he squeezed your hand and thrusted once, twice more, then let go.

“oh fuck,” he cried out. “oh, yeah. mmm, shit, i’m cumming.”

you could feel his warmth filling you up, rope after rope of cum flooding your insides. his eyes were squeezed shut, his hips lazily rutting into you to get the most out of his orgasm.

after about a minute or two, ej finally had caught his breath and pulled out of you. he collapsed by your side, chest still heaving for air slightly.

you were quick to cuddle up by his side, sighing happily as he planted a kiss to the top of your head.

“that was so good,” he said.

you hummed in agreement.

you both went silent then, ready for sleep to envelope you.

only then did you both hear a bird chirping, and as you looked out the window, you could spot the sun beginning to rise.

[tan1shere]

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

Our Eyes Only

B.E prompt ! - masterlist !

^list

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.

[sweetcherriexs]

what the fuck?!; b.e.

smut...

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the living room window, where Billie and her friends were gathered for an intimate evening. It was a typical scene for a Saturday night—a small group of close friends, laughing and chatting over a few drinks. Billie, with her playful personality and infectious smile, was the center of attention, as always. She sat in her favorite armchair, her long, dark brown hair cascading over the back, framing her beautiful face. Her baggy jeans hung low on her hips and an oversized t-shirt emphasized her perfect body. A pair of fake glasses and a baseball cap, worn backwards, added a touch of quirky charm to her look.

In the kitchen, you were busy preparing sandwiches, ensuring everyone was well-fed. You loved hosting these get-togethers with Billie; it was a chance to meet her friends and create a cozy atmosphere. As you sliced through a tomato, your focus was momentarily broken by a giggle from the living room. Billie's laugh was distinct, and it always made your heart flutter. You smiled to yourself, wiping your hands on a towel, before deciding to join the group with a fresh batch of snacks.

As you entered the room, carrying a tray of sandwiches, Billie's eyes lit up. "babygirl, you're a lifesaver!" she exclaimed, her dimples deepening as she grinned. Her blue eyes sparkled with admiration, and you felt a rush of love for her. You placed the tray on the coffee table and sat on the couch, next to one of Billie's friends, a woman named Sarah.

Sarah was a tall, slender brunette with a mischievous glint in her eye. She leaned closer to you, her voice low and sultry. "Hey there, I'm Sarah. I don't think we've met before." Her hand grazed your thigh as she spoke, a bold move that made you stiffen. You swallowed and tried to ignore the woman's hand on your thigh, the unwanted touch making you nauseous.

"uh, yeah–... nice to meet you, I'm-..." Your sentence was cut off by Sarah, her hand travelling higher up you thigh and she turned her body towards yours.

"Billie's girlfriend, right?" she chuckled deeply, bitting her lip seductively. "mmm, such a shame–..."

Billie, sensing something was amiss, turned her attention to you. Her expression changed from playful to protective in an instant. "Hey, Sarah, keep your hands to yourself," she said, her voice laced with a possessive edge. You felt a surge of relief as Billie stood up, her movements purposeful. She walked over to Sarah, towering over her slightly, "what do you think you're doing?" she spat, eyes narrowing at the sight of Sarah's hand on your thigh, and she slapped it away. "get the hell out of here, Sarah" Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she pointed towards the exit of your shared home. and though you could still feel the heaviness of the unwanted touch in your whole body, the sight of Billie being so possessive but protective stirred something deep inside of you.

Sarah scrambled, standing up fast with a stream of apologies coming out of her mouth along with curses. Her skin flushed in the light of the living room as she hurried to the door and she was out in a second.

Billie looked at you, brows furrowed in the still palpable anger she felt but her expression softened as she looked at you "It's okay, love," Billie reassured you, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's get you out of here. You look a little pale." You nodded, grateful for Billie's intervention. The last thing you wanted was an uncomfortable situation with one of her friends. Well, shall we say ex-friend?

As the others began to realize it was time to leave, Billie guided you upstairs to the bedroom. Her touch was gentle but firm, and you felt a sense of safety in her presence. Once inside, she closed the door, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. You turned to face her, your heart pounding in your chest. Billie's eyes softened as she took in your nervous expression.

"Hey, it's just us now," she whispered, her voice like a caress. "You don't have to worry about anything. I've got you." She pulled you into an embrace, her strong arms wrapping around you. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent—a mix of lavender – undoubtedly the body wash you bought her – and Billie's unique, earthy fragrance.

"I love you, Bils," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too, baby," she replied, her breath warm against your skin. "But sometimes, I need to remind certain people that you're mine." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you pulled back to look at her.

Billie's expression had transformed. Her eyes were hooded, her lips slightly parted, and her breath quickened. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt, slowly lifting it over her head, revealing a toned torso and a black harness that cradled her hips. The sight of her in that strap-on was both intimidating and incredibly arousing.

"You like what you see, baby?" she asked, her voice low and raspy. You nodded, unable to form words as your eyes traced the contours of her body. Billie's confidence was intoxicating. She unbuttoned your shirt, her fingers deft and sure, exposing your bare skin to the cool air.

"I want mark you, show everyone they dont get to lay a finger on you... ever," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm gonna show you just how much you belong to me." You shivered at her words, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you.

"yes, daddy," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Billie inhaled sharply at the name, her pupils dilating with desire. Her hands travelled down your body, cupping your breasts through your bra. Her touch was firm, and you arched into her, craving more. She unhooked your bra with practised ease, her eyes never leaving yours.

"such beautiful tits," she purred, her fingers gently pinching your nipples, causing them to harden further. "made for my hands, my mouth, and my cock." You moaned softly, your body responding to her every touch. Billie's lips found your neck, her kisses leaving a trail of fire as she made her way down to your sensitive nipples.

She sucked and teased your breasts, her tongue swirling around your erect nipples, driving you wild. Her hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin. She undid your jeans, sliding them down your legs, revealing your wetness. You were soaked, and Billie's eyes darkened with desire at the sight.

"fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," she growled, her voice hoarse with need. She pushed you gently onto the bed, her hands guiding your legs apart. You lay back, your heart racing, as Billie positioned herself between your thighs. The bulge of her strap-on pressed against your entrance, and you instinctively arched your back, seeking more contact.

"please, Bils," you begged, your voice breathy and desperate. "I need you inside me." Billie smiled, a wicked grin that sent a thrill through your body. She lined up the tip of the strap-on with your dripping pussy, teasing you by rubbing it against your clit.

"you're so fucking gorgeous, baby," she whispered, her voice rough. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." With that, she thrust forward, filling you in one smooth motion. You cried out, your body welcoming the invasion, stretching to accommodate her girth.

Billie set a relentless pace, pounding into you with each thrust. Her hands gripped your thighs, leaving marks on your skin as she held you in place. "You like my cock, baby? You like being fucked like this?" she growled, her voice demanding a response. She leaned down, sucking and biting your skin all over your body. She groped your thighs, hips, tits, anything, and everything she could get her hands on. She was hungry and eager to mark you as hers, grunting occasionally and mocking your whimpers and wanton moans against your skin. Your back arched, and you screamed, clawing at her back.

"Yes, daddy, please!" you cried out, your body on fire. "Fuck me harder, I'm so close!" Billie obliged, her movements becoming more frenzied. She reached down, her fingers finding your clit, and began to rub it in circles as she pounded into you.

"mmh, you were always such a whore." she chuckled and slapped the side of your thigh harshly. "for me, hm?" she whispered the question which awaited no answer from the shaking body beneath her.

"cum for me, baby," she commanded, her voice thick with desire. "let me see you fall apart, because i'm fucking you so good, mm." Her words were like a trigger, and you exploded around her, your orgasm ripping through you. Your body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Billie continued to thrust, her own release building as she felt your pussy pulsate around her. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and pure pleasure as her own chase for relief prolonged yours, gasping for air which suddenly seemed to be so little of.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," she grunted, her breath coming in short gasps. "I wanna fill you up, mark you as mine." She almost whined but held back, choosing instead to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open and spitting roughly down your throat, letting go of your jaw and slapping your cheek. "too bad" Sbe husked out.

You moaned at her actions, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling as the coil in the pit of your belly tightened again and you mewled, reaching for your lover's hand.

Billie held your hand as she continued pounding into the sweet warmth of your pussy, her free hand holding your hips down. Suddenly, her head lolled backwards, and her thrusts stopped, burying herself deep into your heat as she moaned in sync with you. Her orgasm crashed over her, hand gripping your thigh as her body shook the slightest bit.

For you, the sole sight of her in that state of ecstasy was enough for your second orgasm to hit, eyes rolling back and breathing stopping momentarily until the feeling ended and the only sound that could be heard was the soft pants coming from both of you, chests heaving.

As your breathing slowed, Billie collapsed onto the bed beside you, her chest heaving. She reached down and took the strap-on off her hips, throwing it aside before turning her body towards yours. She pulled you close, her arms wrapping around you possessively. "You're mine, baby," she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. "Never forget that." And you melted into her arms, humming in response to her words while your eyes fluttered shut.

uhhh what?

[drunkinyourbenz]

can you do a billie with reader who has her period and it feels like literal hell please?

୨ৎ whatever you need. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff

୨ৎ content: period cramps (obviously), overwhelmed reader, established relationship, this is soooo fluffy and billie's big on physical affection!!

୨ৎ note: anon baby u read my mind my period started today and ugh it’s literal hell so writing this came sooo naturally to me because this is exactly what i need rn (cried while writing this i'm so so emotional) i tried very hard not to make it super specific to my experiences so this is basically my morning minus my specific symptoms and plus billie!! i hope this brings u some much needed comfort baby, we're in this together <3

when you woke up, the sun was barely even peeking through the curtains, and your room was still bathed in darkness. you reached for your phone, groaning at the bright screen and rubbing your bleary eyes. two am, that’s what your phone read. that’s when it hit you, the sharp pain in your lower abdomen, a pain so intense you had no idea how you hadn’t noticed it straight away. you groaned, rolling over in bed and burying your head in your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut. your nails dug into your palms, anything to distract you from the constant excruciating pain you were feeling. 

after about half an hour, you dragged yourself out of bed. you trudged into the kitchen, where you ate half a mandarin before taking some pain medication. the meds didn’t tend to work, but you’d do anything to think you were making it better. you managed to force yourself to take a quick shower, just to freshen up. after the shower, you got changed into one of billie’s oversized t-shirts and some shorts, and you collapsed back into your bed. you were well aware that you should get yourself a heating pad, but you didn’t have the energy. 

after about half an hour of laying there with your legs hugged halfway to your chest, begging for the cramps to just disappear magically, you remembered something. today was a day where billie had a big surprise date planned out for you, and you really didn’t want to be a buzzkill, but… 

you grabbed your phone again, going straight to billie’s contact. you typed out a few messages, deleting them over and over again, before finally settling on one. 

hi baby, i’m so sorry i don’t think i can make our date 

it didn’t take long for billie to respond, and just over a minute later, you had a new text from her. there was no disappointment or frustration in the message, just concern.

bils: you okay angel? it’s 3am?

you stared at the text for a moment before responding simply.

eh, cramps. 

that time, her response was instant. you could picture the concerned expression on her face, and you were hit with a wave of adoration for her. she just cared so much. 

bils: aw baby, i’m coming over rn, okay??

no bils it’s 3am you don’t have to don’t wanna be a bother 

bils: please, u could never bother me bils: i’m coming over, end of story

you pouted softly, overwhelmed with love for her. 

i love you

bils: i love you more bils: anything you need me to bring?

just you and maggie’s baking if u have any

bils: ofc ofc i’m omw mama

before you knew it, billie had gotten to your place. you heard your front door open, she had a spare key that she used once in a while in situations like this or when you weren’t home. you heard her soft footsteps approaching your room, and soon enough your door opened and she walked in. she had on some sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, and a bag in her hands. 

“hi, angel.” she walked up to your bed, leaning down and kissing your forehead. her voice was soft and soothing, and you were reminded then that you could literally just listen to her talk for hours on end.

you opened your mouth to speak, but she continued talking before you could. “i brought some of mum’s cookies, you can have as many as you want. anything you need? can i get you a heating pad or some tea? what about pain meds?”

in reality, all you wanted was to curl up in bed to her and cling to her like she was your lifeline, but you knew that a heating pad would be the wise decision. so you nodded, “i’ve taken my pain meds, but a heating pad would be nice…”

billie quickly left the room and grabbed you a heating pad, passing it to you so you could put it wherever was most comfortable. she looked like she was about to ask what else you needed, so you bet her to it. you opened your arms up, holding them out for her and pouting up at her from the bed. a smile spread across her lips, and she didn’t waste time climbing under the covers with you and wrapping her arms around you. her fingers found your hair, and she let them gently brush through it. 

your head nuzzled into the crook of billie’s neck as you closed your eyes, fiddling with the edge of her hoodie to try and distract yourself from the pain. you could feel her eyes on you, and after a long moment, you lifted your head from where you’d hidden it. “i’m sorry ‘bout our date. i know you planned it all out.” your voice came out in a mumble, muffled against billie’s shoulder. 

she kept stroking your hair softly, “don’t apologise, baby. it’s totally out of your control. plus, there’ll be other days we can reschedule it to. i’d rather you be at home and comfortable.” she paused to press a kiss to the top of your head. “i love you, and i’d go wherever you asked, even at 3am. you’re not burdening me with anything, i promise.” 

you could already feel yourself getting overwhelmed with emotions at her sweet words, another thing that your period often caused. you groaned softly, burying your head back into the crook of her neck. “shut up, i’ll cry if you keep being so cute.”

billie just giggled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, then your forehead, then your nose. “love youuu!” she said in a singsong voice, clearly trying to distract you from the fact that the date couldn’t go ahead. 

you knew that she was trying to take your mind off it, and you didn’t mind. it was reassuring that she was happy just to be there with you. the two of you spent a while just cuddled up together, when another wave of cramps hit. your cramps were constant, but some definitely worse than others. you groaned under your breath, your grip subconsciously tightening on the hem of billie’s hoodie.

she looked down at you, asking again with that ever so soothing voice. “need anything, angel?” 

you simply hummed, trying your best not to just double over in pain and not speak for the rest of the day. after a moment, you mumbled, “herbal tea? and maggie’s cookies?” 

billie leaned down and kissed your forehead, “at your service.” 

she spoke with a small playful grin on her face, and slipped out of the bed. she returned a few minutes later, a mug of lavender tea in her hands and a plate of maggie’s cookies. after placing those on your bedside table, she reached for her bag, pulling out another hoodie. it was one of the ones she wore most, and therefore also one of the ones that you wore most. you were the hoodie thief of the relationship, and billie certainly didn’t mind—if anything, she encouraged it. 

she slipped the hoodie over your head, and you let out a sigh when her smell enveloped you. it smelt like a mix of her perfume and that one moisturiser she used every single day and loved more than life itself. you hummed in satisfaction, “this one’s my favourite.”

billie chuckled, slipping your arms into the hoodie. “trust me, i’m well aware.”

she held the mug of tea up to your lips so you could take a sip, and she felt her heart warm at the small smile that spread across your lips. 

soon, billie slipped back into bed with you. the cramps were still tearing you apart from the inside and you still felt like absolute hell, but at least she was there with you—that made it a tiny bit better. 

the next half hour passed in a comfortable silence, the only movements being billie giving you a gentle kiss or stroking your hair. it didn’t take long, however, for a thought that you had pushed from your frustrated mind to return. it lingered there, clawing at your brain until you finally spoke. 

“i hate that this happened so close to christmas. i still have presents to wrap. i had so much i needed to do, and now i’m just–” 

“i can wrap your presents.” billie’s calming voice cut through the mess of thoughts in your brain, and you fell silent—only for a moment, though. 

“but–” 

“shhh, baby. no buts. i’ll wrap any presents that aren’t for me. i want to help you, yeah?” 

a pout made it’s way to your lips, “you’re too good to me. i can wrap maggie’s and—” 

“angel, i’m not going to tell my family what you got them. just let me help you, yeah?” 

after a long pause, you relented. “...yeah. thank you.” billie smiled, kissing your forehead once again and squeezing your hand. “It’s nothing. i’ll stay with you today: wrap your presents, make a nice warm dinner, run you a bath, and cuddle you to sleep.” 

at that, your heart practically melted. you weren’t sure if it was the period making you extra emotional or just the love you held in your heart for her. you were so full of adoration for this girl, you had no idea how she managed to be so completely and utterly perfect. she knew you like the back of her hand, she knew just how to make your day better, she knew just how to bring that smile to your face. sometimes you swore she knew you better than you knew yourself. 

you spoke again, your voice soft. “what did i ever do to deserve someone as perfect as you?” 

billie smiled and kissed your forehead again. “you deserve all the good things in the world, my beautiful girl. i’m just lucky to be one of them.”

[heavensoutofsight]

i want you to see (how you look to me) | b.e.

pairing: billie eilish x reader

synopsis: you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, billie, and you're unsure if she feels the same, choosing to keep your distance -- until one fateful night in the studio where your feelings finally boil over.

word count: 3,506

tags/warnings: angst if you squint, mostly fluffy, love confessions, mutual pining, best friends to lovers

author's note: GIFT FOR YOUUUU. sorry i took so long to write something LMAO. this was very quickly proofread at 3am. any mistakes are mine! hope you enjoy :) comments/tags/reblogs are always appreciated! (credit for the divider goes to @/cafekitsune)

In the dim light of your bedroom, you scrolled through your phone's photo gallery, feeling your heart constrict at all of the pictures you had with Billie. Some were taken directly after shows, some after particular interviews, and some during a random outing the two of you decided to go on. In many of the pictures, Billie left little to no personal space, her face squished against yours and her arms completely wrapped around you. You missed the times when Billie could touch you like that and it didn't set you aflame – when it didn't make your head spin as you took in her perfume and felt her soft body underneath your hands, her ocean eyes bright and full of mirth as she looked at you.

There was no denying that there was some distance between you and Billie now. And you hated it.

You weren't sure when it happened; when you first started feeling those stupid butterflies around her. When even just the sound of her laugh made your heart soar. If somebody asked you to pinpoint the exact moment you started falling in love with your best friend, you wouldn't be able to – it was all so fuzzy and frankly you didn't think it could be attributed to a single moment anyway. It might have been that one night she slept over and you fell asleep with your head on her shoulder as she sung you to sleep. Or the time the two of you were at her place, making some vegan recipe together, playing loud music and using spoons and forks as microphones, performing for no one but yourselves and giggling profusely at Billie giving you the performance of a lifetime in the comfort of her own kitchen. Or perhaps it was the time she comforted you all night after a breakup, holding you closely and never letting go, her ring-clad hands petting you gently, as if you were made of glass.

Your heart had always belonged to Billie, long before you truly understood your feelings. And now that they were more apparent to you than ever, you simply didn't know what to do.

You knew Bille loved you just as much as you loved her. But did she feel the same fire within her whenever your hands brushed together? Did she feel those same butterflies whenever you laughed at a dumb joke or gave her a bright smile? You couldn't bear even just the thought of pouring your heart out to this woman only for the feeling to not be mutual.

You glanced at the time on your phone screen. It was late. You should've been sleeping but you were just riddled with anxiety instead, too busy imagining up a million hypothetical situations in which you would dramatically confess your feelings. You wish you had the same confidence you had in your daydreams in your real life.

You sighed, scrolling to the very last thing you had in your gallery. It was the most recent video of you and Billie, taken only a few weeks ago. The both of you were in Billie's living room. You couldn't stop the smile that tugged the corners of your lips when Billie came into view as you secretly recorded her in all of her casual glory. Her long hair was down, falling in front of her face in a way that made the breath leave your lungs. She was in an oversized t-shirt, wearing a pair of simple black shorts. She was very focused; her lips forming a pout as she stared down at the notebook in her lap, a pencil in hand.

What started as a small grin evolved into a wide, lovesick smile as you watched Billie look at the camera in the video, finally having caught on to you filming her.

“What the hell are you doing?” Past Billie had asked, a smirk slowly appearing on her face as she eyed you suspiciously. You heard yourself giggle, suddenly aiming your phone camera away from her and poorly trying to appear innocent.

“Nothing.”

“You are a fucking liar,” Billie said playfully, barely able to get the words out through her own series of chuckles.

“I'm not!” Past you exclaimed. Billie just shook her head, scrambling over to you to grab your phone, the both of you erupting into whole-hearted laughter. The last blurry frame of the video was of Billie's smiling face looking at you. You admired her perfect teeth and lips, the shape of her nose, and those damn ocean eyes, far more beautiful than any body of water you'd ever seen.

That familiar fluttery feeling returned to your stomach again.

You shut off your phone and quickly placed it on your bedside table. You rolled over in your bed, still thinking of that video. You were beginning to feel something in your chest. Your heart felt like it was constricting again. You tried to ignore, instead attempting to shift the focus of your thoughts on the weight of your blanket encompassing you, or the gentle sound of whatever random sitcom you had playing on your television for background noise; but your mind always wandered back to Billie. Her smile, her laugh, her touch.

You were deeply, madly in love with Billie Eilish, your best friend, and it was starting to drive you insane. This was not a crush, no, it was more than a crush – it was like a craving, a desire so strong it entirely consumed you.

You were so fucked.

You closed your eyes, desperately just wanting to sleep. You weren't even necessarily physically tired. Just tired of your brain going a thousand miles a minute and constantly thinking about her.

After a few long minutes of battling complete and utter restlessness, you had mentally exhausted yourself enough to the point where you were finally starting to drift off – until you heard your phone go off, which abruptly pulled you away from the brink of sleep. Normally, you would ignore it, but you recognized that notification tone. It was a tone that you specifically gave to Billie, and whenever she texted, you had to answer.

You opened your messaging app, squinting a bit at the brightness of your screen in the dark room.

heyyyy u up

i'm in the studio by myself

feeling lonely as hell

You heard the messages in her voice. You found yourself smiling again, imagining her in her little swivel chair, maybe playing a melody on the piano or strumming a tune on the guitar.

Without wasting a second, you replied.

you: of course i'm up

you: god you can't do anything without me huh?

You chuckled to yourself, watching those three little dots disappear and reappear.

billie: you are absolutely correct

billie: you just really inspire me what can i say

billie: i'm not even joking you really do

You ignored the warmth in your cheeks at her words, opting to play around some more.

you: ew

you: cheesy ass

To that, Billie replied almost instantly:

billie: shut your mouth

billie: ARE YOU COMINGGG

bille: seriously tho i know it's late but we haven't hung out in a while and i kinda miss youuuu or whateverrrr

You didn't respond right away, staring up at your plain white ceiling, releasing a sigh. Your smile faltered a bit.

She missed you. And you missed her. And even though being around her made you feel like you were gonna lose your mind, she didn't deserve to be pushed away.

“You are going to get over your feelings, starting now.” you said to yourself encouragingly, getting out of your bed to meet Billie at her place. You finally threw her a reply back.

you: i'm omw :))))))

______

You didn't knock when you finally arrived since you had the key, but you did make your presence known.

“Bil,” you shouted out. You didn't get a response, but you shrugged it off. She was probably deeply concentrated on whatever lyric or melody she was trying to create. You made your way to the studio, feeling your heart race inside of your chest. As you walked down the stairs and down a hallway, getting closer to the studio door, you felt more and more anxious.

You were going to open the door, your hand resting on the doorknob, but you froze when you heard the soft sound of humming. You leaned in closer, honing in on the gentle sound of Billie's voice, muffled and just barely audible.

“I want you to stay… til I'm in the…” She trailed off. You heard her let out a heavy sigh. That’s when you decided to make your presence known.

You slowly opened the door, quietly enough that Billie hadn’t even turned around in her chair, looking up at the large television screen in front of her, messing around with some music production software that you could never understand. You continued to stand in the doorway, watching as Billie made some small edits within the current song she seemed to be working on. She hit play after making some miniscule changes, the unfinished song softly playing out of the large speakers. As soon as the instrumental filled the room, you felt chills on every inch of your body; it sounded beautiful despite the fact that it wasn’t even done. You’d never get over how lucky you were to be able to hear the early versions of Billie’s songs – it was like being let into a secret world, and it made you feel special that you, alongside her family, got to witness every step of the process.

Eventually, the short snippet of the song had stopped, and Billie leaned back in her seat. Just from her posture you could tell that she seemed defeated, like something about the song just wasn’t right to her. She began humming again, mumbling out some lyrics here and there. You found yourself grinning as you admired Billie in her element, but then you remembered that you still hadn’t announced your presence and that you were just creepily ogling at her from the doorway. You audibly chuckled at yourself which, of course, finally grabbed Billie’s attention.

She spun around in her chair, seemingly startled at first before she realized it was you.

“Jesus Christ,” she started, her adorable laugh filling the quiet studio. “Did you just get here?”

You shook your head, heading over to the couch and making yourself comfortable. “I was standing there for a good few minutes.” You replied with a grin.

“Don't ever do that again – my heart fell into my ass.” She exclaimed, and you let out a loud cackle at that. You grabbed one of the throw pillows next to you and held it in your arms, reclining back into the familiar cushions.

“Okay, won't happen again. Maybe. No promises.” You joked, to which Bille just rolled her eyes playfully.

“Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?” You asked curiously, your eyes going back to the music software she had on the screen.

“The album, obviously.” Billie said with a smirk. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, not being able to fight the grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Shut up,” you said with mirth. “Which track?”

“It's called Birds of a Feather, it's track 4. It's… pretty shit, right now.”

Your eyes widened in complete and utter bewilderment, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline.

“Billie, what? I just heard the little snippet you played and it sounded incredible.”

“You say everything I make sounds incredible.”

“Because it's true.” You replied sincerely. To that, Billie gave you a gentle smile, looking down at her lap as if shy at the sudden praise. You felt the sensation of warmth throughout your body at just how endearing she was.

“All you do is gas me up.” Billie replied through a series of chuckles.

“Of course I'm gonna gas up my amazingly talented super star best friend,” You responded. “But… can I ask why you think it's bad?”

Billie sighed, leaning back in her chair again, twiddling her thumbs. “It's just… the lyrics are giving me a hard time. And the instrumental is missing something but I don't know what it is.”

“Can I read the lyrics?” You asked.

At that, Billie looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. She seemed hesitant, which was definitely unusual–she always let you read her lyrics and never felt shy about sharing stuff with you.

“Yeah, go ahead.” Bille said after a few long seconds of pondering, but you could still hear the uncertainty in her voice. Curious, your brows furrowed.

“Bil, I understand if it's something you don't wanna share with me yet–”

“No, please,” she said, quickly handing you her journal, already having opened it to the pages that contained the lyrics in question. “You can read it.”

You glanced at her expression one more time as you took the journal, and noticed that this time – she was holding back a smile, biting her bottom lip.

You were equal parts confused and eager to see what Billie seemed a little hesitant to share. You silently began reading what she had written, taking in her adorable, albeit messy handwriting. There were all kinds of scribbles on the page, certain words were crossed out. It was fascinating to you to see her thought process on the page. You loved just how deeply she thought about every word, every sentence.

Eventually, you stopped admiring her crooked letters and side notes and finally began analyzing the lyrics themselves – and when you did, you honestly wanted to cry at how lovely they were.

I want you to stay

Till I'm in the grave

Till I rot away, dead and buried

Till I'm in the casket you carry

If you go, I'm going too

‘Cause it was always you

And if I'm turning blue

Please don't save me

Nothing left to lose

Without my baby

“Billie, these are…” you paused, searching for the right words. “These are so sweet.” You said with a smile, meeting her warm blue eyes that were still trained on your face.

“Thanks.” She replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

As you read some more, a question had crossed your mind. Your eyes trailed off the page as you internally debated with yourself whether or not you should even ask because you were little afraid of what the answer would be.

It was clear to you these lyrics were about someone– they had to be. And the very thought of this song being about someone else in Billie's life made you feel as if there was a heavy weight in your stomach. For a second, you foolishly thought that you'd be able to overcome the feelings you had for Billie. All it took was imagining her with someone else that made those feelings rush back all at once.

You must've been quiet for longer than intended, because Billie spoke up. “Are they actually terrible? Do you hate them and you're trying to figure out how to break it to me?” Billie asked, that playful tone creeping back into her voice.

You chuckled. “They are far from terrible, Bil, it's just…”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“I was just wondering… who's it about?” You asked, feeling unreasonably nervous about her response. You don't even know why, because you had long accepted that there was a possibility she didn't like you like that. You were prepared to be heartbroken – but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt any less.

But all Billie did was just… laugh.

“Guess.” She said, crossing her arms.

Oh, God. So there is someone else, you thought.

With a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, you said, “How the hell am I supposed to guess? But I'm happy for you, regardless.” You said, trying to be lighthearted, but your voice dropped a bit, possibly revealing your true feelings.

“Okay, do you want a hint?”

You stared at her incredulously. “You seriously want me to guess?”

“Do you want a hint or no?” Billie asked again, ignoring your question. She was smiling widely now, and you were still feeling that pang of sadness that you couldn't quite shake, but you continued to play along anyway.

“Sure. I'll take a hint.” You said.

“Okay,” Billie started. “They're my best friend in the entire world.”

“You have a lot of best friends-”

“Girl, let me finish.” Billie said with a laugh. “They're my best friend in the entire world who's known me my entire life. They come with me to almost every show, every interview, and have supported me through everything.”

Billie had come a little closer to you now, her tone becoming more sincere with every word.

“When I'm lonely, they come and visit me in the studio, even when it's ridiculously late. And they always compliments me and never lets me feel bad about anything I make.”

Slowly, but surely, you were beginning to realize something. Her descriptions were becoming more and more specific. Were you being delusional?

“Billie, I… what are you saying?” You asked. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, hard enough you were sure they'd be bruised.

“Still don't know?” She asked, her voice just barely above a whisper.

You shook your head.

“Okay, I'll just tell you then.”

Billie gently cupped the side of your face. You leaned into the touch almost instantly. She was close enough that you could feel her breath on your lips.

“They're right in front of me.” She said with a grin.

You couldn't even process the sentence that just came out of her mouth, frozen in shock and disbelief.

“This song is about me?” You asked quietly, your voice breaking slightly. You felt a stinging sensation in your eyes, all of the emotion brewing within you threatening to spill.

“Do you remember the last time we hung out and you were filming me writing? I was writing this. I was writing this and thinking about you and how much I love you. I realized it as I was just… sitting there. You were laughing at some dumb meme on your phone and I just remember thinking how much I wanted you all to myself.”

You didn't realize you were crying until Billie had wiped away a tear.

“Hey, hey,” Billie said ever so softly, opting to hold both of your hands now. “Why are you crying?”

You laughed a bit through the tears, sniffling a few times before answering. “Because I… can't believe you felt this way the whole fucking time. I was going crazy, Billie.”

Billie let out a loud laugh of her own. It was your favorite sound in the world.

“Sorry. Honestly, I was trying to figure out my own feelings and how to tell you.”

“No, I'm sorry. For pushing you away.” you replied. Billie shook her head.

“Oh my god, stop. You don't have to apologize. It all worked out in the end, right?” She asked.

You smiled. “Yeah. It did.”

For several long seconds, there was a comfortable silence that stretched between the two of you. The both of you were smiling at each other, completely lost in the other's eyes. You didn't miss the way Billie's eyes glanced at your lips.

“Billie.” You spoke.

“Yeah, baby?”

The pet name made your heart soar.

“If you don't fucking kiss me right now–”

Billie didn't even let you finish your sentence, her lips colliding with your eyes in an explosion of pent up feelings and passion. She held both sides of your face in your hands, while yours snaked around her waist. You held onto her like she was gonna disappear any second and kissed her like you were starving.

The kiss started off innocent– but it quickly delved into something a bit more intense when Billie just slightly bit your lip, not enough to cause pain but enough to make you gasp. She introduced her tongue hesitantly, silently asking for your permission, which you granted without a second thought.

At some point, Billie finally got out of her swivel chair and moved to sit down on the couch with you. The two of you had pulled apart briefly for that, and when Billie was seated, her eyes were hooded and she was gazing at you like you were sex on legs. She patted her lap, and liked an obedient dog, you wasted no time crawling into her lap.

“I've dreamt about this.” You said, completely breathless and warm in the face.

“Oh, yeah?” Billie asked with a smirk that had your insides flipping upside down. “What else have you dreamt about?”

“Being able to call you mine.”

At that, Billie smiled. “That's all?”

“No, that's not all, but… I'd rather show than tell…” you trailed off, but it was obvious what you were referring to.

“We are getting out of my brother's basement, right fucking now.” Billie said.

The two of you snuck out of Finneas’ house, hand-in-hand and giggling like little kids in love.

[stvrnioloslvt-inactive]

Guitar shredding and flirty eyes - B.E.

▸ (18+) ꒰billie × fem!singer!reader꒱ pt.1 - 3k words

▸ a.n: I know, not sturniolo related, I explained everything in this post. don't like? don't read!

⌞Or: how you helped your friend Billie write her new song: Lunch. For the sake of the story I ask you to imagine that Lunch isn’t part of the HMHAS album.⌝

When Billie had asked you to go on tour with her, you couldn’t believe your ears. Surely, you had heard wrong, right?

-C’mon babygirl, just once… please? I want to play the guitar with you at the end of happier than ever, pretty please?- she had begged over the phone, morphing her voice in a slightly whiny tone, knowing that it would have you folding in half in no time.

You weren’t scared of the stage – not necessarily, at least. As a singer yourself, you had had your good dose of performances already, full sold out stadiums and such. Yet, you knew people bought tickets to see you at your own concert, not at someone else’s… so what if they hated it? 

Of course, she had managed to convince you to join her for the four nights in Brisbane, but you had been crystal clear in regards – only those four nights, not one more. She had agreed, celebrating her small victory, rambling on and on about how happy she was that she could play the end of the song with the producer of the instrumental herself – you. And you sighed, excitement slowly coming to the surface with all your nerves, praying that you wouldn’t regret your choice. 

You and Billie had met some years before when she was already winning awards after awards and you had just emerged as “the new promise of the pop world”. You hated that title people had been assigning to you, not because you were ungrateful or hated the attention – it was the high expectations put on you that you couldn’t bear carrying, weighing on your shoulders like a bag full of bricks that filled out more and more step after step. Anyway, as much as you hated the expectations, you had to admit that you did have something in you different from all the others, otherwise your instant fame wouldn’t make any sense at all. But what surprised you the most was that Billie, the Billie Eilish, known to be extremely picky with the people she worked with, reached out to you first when creating her new album after having worked with you years prior to just some of her songs. To say you were honored was an understatement. Most importantly, you were thrilled. And working with Billie had been as inspiring as you could imagine. Her new album was her newborn child just as much as it was yours too with the amount of songs you helped write and produce. Quickly, you became more than just colleagues, you were… friends. Yeah, good friends. 

Finally, the first night came. Billie was going fucking insane on the stage, and the cheers were so loud that it was difficult to hear one another in the backstage. You stood under the manhole waiting for the exact time to pop on stage, grasping your guitar tightly. Adrenaline ran at high speed in your veins, your fingers shaking in anticipation. You jumped up and down a couple times to release some tension, stopping to let the makeup artist fix last minute details on your face. The sound technician came up to you, fixing the small mic attached to the neck of your guitar before patting your shoulders in an encouraging manner. You closed your eyes as soon as a voice in the background yelled “one minute left!”, breathing in and out deeply. 

The first note of Billie’s guitar reached your ears, and that was your clue to get on stage. All the people and staff around you cheered loudly as the platform under your feet rose slowly, making you appear inch by inch on stage, holding your guitar over your head with the biggest smile on your face. You couldn’t help it – as much as nerves were eating you alive while backstage, the loud cheering coming from all angles of the stadium immediately gave you a rush of adrenaline, and you were more than ready to drink in the whole atmosphere. 

You played like you’ve never before, yours and Billie’s guitars harmonizing with each other like they came to life just for this moment, the already loud cheering getting louder when Billie kneeled on the ground, shredding her blue guitar like her life depended on it. She was an absolute beast on stage, all charisma and flirtatious manners, her whole stance while playing screaming “I’m the main character, look at me”. And how could you not? How could you even think about peeling your eyes off her when she lured you in without saying anything at all? 

You kneeled in front of her, following her movements as she bent backwards, her head almost touching the ground with how low she could go, and your body slightly bent over hers – not too much, you didn’t want to risk losing balance and ruining the performance. Your fingers ached with the way the strings of your guitar pressed in your flesh, but you pushed all thoughts aside as the last few seconds of the song came up. Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, beads of sweat rolling off your temples both because you were jumping around stage until a few seconds ago and because of the heat propagated by the fire shooters at every few meters of the stage, you made the mistake of rising your gaze from your guitar to Billie — and oh. Oh, you were fucked. 

The girl in front of you eyed you up and down, all flirty eyes and intense gaze, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. Your breath caught in your throat at that look, and you were sure it could be read all over your face how surprised and flustered you really were. Billie chuckled huskily at that, her eyes never leaving yours, teeth scraping softly her bottom lip for a brief second while she analyzed you, a weird, dangerous glim sparkling in her eyes. You gulped, trying to recompose yourself as quickly as you had slipped up, holding her gaze with a hint of challenge in it. Billie shook her head, clearly amused by your switch of demeanor, gliding her fingers over the chords of her guitar as the last note of the song reverberated through the stadium. 

The crowd erupted in euphoric screams, chanting the names of the both of you, pulling you out of the bubble Billie unknowingly put you in. You got up, a small oof coming out of your mouth as the girl in front of you grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the center of the stage in light’s speed, fake-bowing at your feet. You shook your head – chuckling embarrassed, extending your arms to wave to the crowd before bowing four times – each time to a different side of the arena – in sign of respect and gratitude for the warm welcome the crowd had greeted you with. 

-Everyone,- began Billie, talking loudly into her mic, -you have no idea how hard it was to get her to come-. She laughed loudly at your not so subtle -fuck you- picked up by her mic, echoing on the walls. The crowd laughed at your little bickering, and you had to resist with all your might to not curse her out again as embarrassment creeped up your neck.

-Jokes aside,- she continued, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, -this album wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for her,- her hand lightly squeezed your shoulder and she lovingly bumped her head against yours, -that’s why it was so important for me to have her here. Thank you, y/n-.

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Holy shit.

That’s the only thing that went over and over in your mind as you were taken from the stadium to the luxurious hotel you were staying in. The reason? Oh, the reason had a whole name: Billie motherfucking Eilish. If you naively thought even for a mere second that the whole “thing” on the stage was just an act, boy were you proven wrong. Cause from the moment you both had stepped foot in the backstage, she made sure to make her intentions very clear. Were you complaining? Absolutely not. Let’s be honest, who in their right mind would? Yet, you felt like you were a band ready to snap at any given moment, the sexual tension running thick between you two. It wasn’t necessarily her actions that made you realise just how much she craved you, but rather her gaze, so dominant yet needy; subtle touches that lingered a little more than necessary, burning your skin wherever her fingers touched you; whispered sentences that held the weight of hidden innuendos in them, making you turn wild. 

That night, you and Billie were taken to the hotel in the same crazy expensive car. She had walked towards it before you, getting comfortable on the seats while you finished packing up your things backstage. Once you were done and had made sure that you got everything, you left the stadium and walked towards the car, trying your best to not let the flashing lights of paparazzi blind your eyes. Immediately, the car door was opened and you were rushed in, breathing out a sigh of relief once it snapped shut behind you, the tinted windows blocking the view to anyone outside the vehicle.  

You slumped back on the seat, muttering annoyed something along the lines of -jeez, do they know that those things could lead you to blindn–

Your words died in your mouth as you finally turned your head towards the girl in front of you, who was observing you like you were the most interesting thing in the world. You took her appearance in, eyeing her up and down shamelessly: she sat with her legs spread apart, one hand resting lazily on the crotch of her jeans while the other laid across the backseat. She lolled her head to the side at your silence, amusement written all over her face. -What’s wrong, pretty girl?- she questioned, the same smirk from before taking place on her lips again. A shaky exhale left your lungs at her flirty tone, shifting in your seat as you tried to ignore the clear effect she was having on you. You didn’t even notice that you had fixed your posture, you back staying straight and tense, until Billie pointed it out. -You’re tense. Nervous?- 

You shook your head, maybe too weak than what you had meant for, following her with your eyes hypnotised as she got up and sat next to you. She reached her hand, slowly putting a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your jaw. You held your breath at the proximity, your eyelashes fluttering as she traced your bottom lip with her thumb. -Such a pretty girl,- she mused, gently pulling your bottom lip down before letting it go. You moved closer, an almost imperceptible movement that didn’t go unnoticed by Billie. She smiled, letting her hand fall from your jaw to your nape. -C’mon, babygirl, come get what you want-.

Immediately after the car stopped, having arrived at the destination. She pulled away, whispering a quick warning -there’s paparazzi outside- before sitting back on her previous seat, just in time for your managers to open the door and let the blinding lights from paparazzi in the vehicle. People outside shouted both of y’all’ names, trying to get your attention while you headed for the hotel main door. As soon as you got inside you breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling your shoulders relax. Your manager handed you your key to the suite, reminding you that your suitcases were already there with everything you needed. You nodded, thanking them before heading towards the elevator. Your finger stopped mid air when another hand reached from behind you to press the “call” button, gently pushing you inside and repeatedly clicking the “close doors” button. 

You tried to ignore your heart thrumming in your chest at Billie’s vicinity, her hand still laying on your lower back to hold you close to her. -Wanna stay at mine?- she asked, her other hand coming up to stroke your cheek lovingly. You couldn’t help yourself, your eyes kept dropping continuously from her piercing blue eyes to her full lips, your self control slowly giving in.

Fuck it.

You closed the gap between you two, your lips brushing together for a few seconds before Billie deepened the kiss, the band inside you finally snapping as you reciprocated it with passion. 

A ding echoed from the speakers, the doors opening excruciatingly slow. Billie pulled you towards the door of her suite, rushing to open it. You entered the room right after her, and immediately she shut the door behind you, pushing you against it. She latched her lips onto yours again, slipping her leg between yours to give you the sweet relief you needed. A soft gasp left your mouth as the girl in front of you squeezed your hips, guiding you to grind back and forth on her leg. You couldn’t keep in your soft moans, your cheeks tinted red in embarrassment at your arousal pooling in your panties. -Billie,- you whispered, voice shaky. Billie replied with a -hm?-, trailing kisses down your neck. Her hands digged harder in your flesh, trying with all her might to not cover you in purplish bruises visible to anyone. 

-I…- you stuttered, catching her attention. She pulled back, coming face to face with you to look at you in your eyes. -What’s wrong, babygirl?- concern laced her question, worry leaking from her gaze. You swallowed the lump constricting your throat, murmuring -I’ve never– I’ve never…-

-Never been with a woman before?- she concluded for you. -Never been with anyone,- you admitted timidly, squeezing your eyes shut. 

-Look at me, baby- she cooed, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. You looked back at her, pulling a smile on her face. -Good girl. It’s alright. We’ll do what you’re comfortable with and we can stop anytime. Sounds good?-

You nodded, whispering a grateful -thank you- before wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. Billie chuckled darkly as an idea popped up in her mind, the sound swallowed by your mouth. -Come,- she said, grabbing your hand to lead you towards the table at the centre of the room. She lifted you up easily, laying you on the table. You looked at her confused, tilting your head to the side in a silent question. -Can I?- she asked, tugging at the button of your jeans. You nodded, and Billie wasted no time in tugging them down your legs, throwing them somewhere on the ground. Her breath hitched at the sight of the obvious wet patch on your underwear, her hands keeping your thighs open, preventing you from closing them. 

-Billie,- you whined, torn between the want to cover yourself and the need to feel her body on you. -I know babygirl, I know. May I?- her thumb traced small circles over the fabric of your panties, enjoying the way your body shuddered under hers. -Oh, f– please,- you pleaded, hips grinding desperately against her hand to get more friction. She hummed satisfied at your response, her hands momentarily leaving you to put her hair up in a quickly done ponytail. She kicked the chair next to her towards herself, sitting down before circling your thighs with her arms, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. 

-Such a pretty lacy thong you got here, it’s a shame I like it better ruined,- she uttered, fingers hooking under it and pulling it to the side, revealing your glistening folds to the room. A whispered -fuck- left her lips before her head dipped low, her tongue licking a stripe up tentatively to check your reaction. At your broken moan and fingers locking in her hair she chuckled pleased, going back to her ministrations as she lapped at your juices, dragging them up to your clit before sucking on it hard. A whimper left your lips, your hold on her hair tightening as your back arched off the cold table. Billie’s hands kept you pressed against the surface, her eyes closed in delight, trying to memorise the way you sounded in that moment, so desperate and needy and broken thanks to her. 

-Fuck, Billie,- you whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt Billie’s fingers press to your leaking hole, pushing inside and curling just right to have you see stars behind your eyelids. You panted, crying out in pleasure, your climax building up in full speed before it came down crashing you, leaving you in a wrecked state – thighs shaking, hips raised so high you could almost grind on her face, broken whimpers echoing in the room. She gently pulled her fingers out, wrapping her lips around them as she licked them clean. -Mmh,- she hummed, -you taste so good, baby- she praised you, hovering over your spent body to kiss you softly.

-Think you can handle more?-

© stvrnioloslvt

▸ a.n: so uh, yeah. I got carried away, got intimidated by the amount of words and had to wrap it up before i decided to delete it completely. anyway, there will be a pt.2! thank you for reading!

[missbellie]

Redline, and...GO!- B.E

Synopsis: You and your ex-girlfriend are illegal car racers. Your breakup wasn't very amicable due to both of your toxicity, so you've avoided competing with each other. But apparently fate has other plans for you.

Pair: B.e×F!Reader

Words: 2,9k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, unresolved romantic tension, betrayal, jealousy, light violence (shoving/slamming), possessiveness, criminal activity (illegal racing), angst, implied past relationship, intense arguments.

Style: Fanfic | Imagine | Headcanons

Part: part 1 ⇽ part 2 ⇽part 3 ⇽ part 4 ⇽ part 5⇽

taglist: @foreverinyourdream @jujueilish @bxllxebxtch

Things had progressed.

You were back on the road, your engine roaring the way your heart used to. Jonathan and Benny had finally stopped dancing around their feelings — now they danced around the kitchen together, tried to hide their post-kiss smiles during breakfast, and assumed no one noticed the hickey behind Jon’s ear.

And you and Billie… well, things were strangely fine. Better than fine. Civil. Occasionally warm. Full of dry teasing and intense eye contact you pretended not to notice.

But Alice...

"WHAT?!"

Benny’s voice breaks through the calm like an explosion, making you flinch. She’s sitting cross-legged on your bed, jaw on the floor, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Shhhh!” you hiss, closing the door and glancing over your shoulder like Jonathan might burst in with a lecture and a disapproving look. “Keep it down, damn it. I still don’t know how to tell Jon.”

Benny clutches the nearest pillow like it might help her process the chaos.

“What do you mean you two slept together?” she asks, like she’s trying to solve an equation that doesn’t math.

You throw your hands in the air, cheeks already burning. “I don’t know, okay? It just… happened.”

Benny blinks. Then laughs. That obnoxious, wheezy laugh she only uses when she’s too stunned to be serious. “It just happened? Y/N, this isn’t slipping on a banana peel. This is sex. With Alice.”

You groan and toss a pillow at her face. She catches it, but it muffles her next snort.

“Look, it was late. She stayed over after helping me tune the car and one thing led to another—”

“Led to another,” Benny interrupts with a smirk. “And did the other lead to a full lap around the circuit?”

You give her a deadpan look. “Are you done?”

She shrugs. “Just trying to understand how my best friend, who literally threw Billie Eilish against a car two weeks ago, is suddenly playing house with the girl she used to side-eye like a raccoon in her trash.”

You sigh and fall back on the bed.

“I didn’t plan it, Benny. I was... I don’t know, feeling weird. She was sweet. It felt good. It felt easy.”

Benny quiets. “Was it good?”

You glance at her. “Yes.”

She nods, trying to suppress another smile. “Did you talk after?”

You frown, staring at the ceiling. “A little. We’ve hung out a few times since. She’s… softer when it’s just the two of us.”

Benny raises an eyebrow. “Softer, huh?”

You glare.

“I mean it. It’s different. I think—maybe—she actually cares.”

There’s a pause.

And that’s when Benny’s smile finally fades. She leans back against the headboard, watching you carefully.

“I just want you to be careful,” she says. “Because you’ve been through enough, and Alice… she’s still Alice. We don’t know everything.”

You nod slowly, a gnawing discomfort forming in your chest that you try to ignore.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “I know.”

The sun was setting, the sky bleeding into warm oranges and deep blues as you leaned over the hood of your car, tightening a bolt with greasy fingers and half a mind.

You were alone, or at least, you thought you were.

“Hey, stranger.”

You blink and look up—Alice is leaning against the doorway with two sodas in hand and a lopsided grin on her face.

“Oh,” you mutter, trying to hide your surprise. “Hey.”

“Thought you might be thirsty,” she says, tossing you a can.

You catch it, even though your hands are stained with oil. “Thanks.”

She walks over, closer than necessary, close enough to brush her shoulder against yours as she peeks into the engine.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You glance at her, your face neutral. “What? No.”

“Mhm.” She sips her soda and rests her arm on your shoulder, her fingers lightly grazing the back of your neck. “You haven’t texted. You left early yesterday. And I’m pretty sure you faked sleep the other night just so I wouldn’t talk.”

You force a small laugh. “Maybe I was just... actually sleeping?”

She grins, but there’s a tightness behind it.

“Okay. I’ll pretend I believe you.” She moves closer, her hand now fully around your neck, thumb tracing slow circles at the base of your hairline. “But don’t think I haven’t noticed you pulling away.”

Your shoulders tense, but you don’t move. You don’t want to upset her, and besides, maybe you’re just overthinking. It’s Alice. You like her. Right?

“Things have just been... busy,” you say, eyes still on the car. “With races, and the bar stuff, and Billie—”

Alice’s hand tightens slightly at the mention of Billie. You feel it.

“You’re still letting her get into your head,” she says, voice soft but clipped. “She had her chance. She ruined it. You don’t owe her anything.”

You nod, unsure what else to say.

Alice suddenly leans in and presses a kiss behind your ear.

Your body freezes.

It’s not bad. It’s not wrong. But for some reason, your chest tightens instead of fluttering. Like your mind's trying to scream something your heart’s refusing to hear.

You smile, because you’re supposed to.

She rests her head against your shoulder. “I just really like being around you,” she murmurs. “You calm me down.”

You clear your throat. “That’s... nice.”

Silence.

Then, thankfully, a distraction.

Your phone buzzes on the tool bench. A message from Benny:

“Dinner at 8. Don’t be late or I’m eating your part too. 😈”

You grab the phone, almost too fast. “Benny’s calling for dinner. I should—uh, clean up.”

Alice pulls back slowly but gives you a look. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nod too quickly. “Just tired.”

She lingers at the door, watching you for a second too long.

“Don’t disappear again,” she says, half-joking, half-threatening in that sweet way of hers. “Or I’ll come find you.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Noted.”

She blows a kiss and finally walks off, leaving you alone again.

You stare at the ground, exhale hard through your nose, and whisper to yourself,

“...What the fuck is going on with me?”

The night air was thick with gasoline, burnt rubber, and the electric buzz of a crowd ready to watch someone risk everything. The village’s favorite illegal strip was packed—cars lined up, headlights cutting through the smoke and noise. People shouted, engines roared, bets were flying left and right.

You stood by your car, helmet under your arm, face set. This was your zone. No Alice, no Billie, no drama. Just pavement and adrenaline.

Benny ran up beside you, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Three grand says you leave these bastards eating smoke.”

You smirk. “You’ve got a gambling problem.”

“I’ve got confidence,” she fires back.

Jonathan joined, clapping your shoulder. “You got this. They won’t even see you coming.”

As you climbed into the car, you stole one last glance around.

Billie was leaning against her Mustang on the far side of the crowd, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like a goddamn sniper. She looked like she’d bitten down on a cigarette and didn’t care if it lit her mouth on fire. Her friend, Nox, was beside her, watching the scene with raised brows and a knowing grin.

You turned the key, and the engine roared to life.

The world narrowed to the wheel, the hum of your tires on the cracked street, and the beat of your heart syncing with the countdown.

3... 2... 1—

You flew.

Screeching tires. Smoke. Cheers. You slid to a perfect stop, neck snapping with the force of the final turn.

The crowd erupted.

Jonathan hoisted you up in a wild hug, Benny was screaming something completely unintelligible, and you laughed, breathless and buzzed from the high.

And then—

“Aaand there she is, my star.”

You turned just in time for Alice to pull you by the collar of your jacket and kiss you.

Right in front of everyone.

Her lips were warm, and she tasted like cherry gum and heat. People around hooted, some cheered, some definitely stared.

And across the crowd, you saw her.

Billie.

Her eyes had gone blank. Her mouth a flat line. She didn’t move, not even when Nox elbowed her with a huge shit-eating grin.

“Well, damn,” Nox laughed. “Guess you really lost your touch, huh?”

Billie didn’t answer. Just kept staring.

Alice pulled back, cupping your cheek.

“You were incredible,” she said softly, as if that kiss hadn’t turned the entire crowd into an awkward sideshow. “Let’s get a drink to celebrate.”

You forced a smile, still reeling from the chaos.

“Yeah... sure.”

But as she pulled you away, your eyes lingered on Billie for just one more second. Enough to see her jaw clench. Enough to see her finally turn away, shoving Nox’s hand off her shoulder and disappearing between cars like smoke in wind.

You sat on the cold hood of your car, away from the lingering crowd, cigarette burning between your fingers even though you didn’t smoke. The adrenaline of the race had finally worn off. Now, it was just the ringing in your ears and the memory of Billie’s eyes — how unreadable they were. How blank.

Alice’s kiss still lingered like syrup on your lips. Sweet. Too sweet. Sticky and cloying.

You exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the air.

You didn’t even see Billie approaching — of course, you never did until she was right there.

“I didn’t know you two were official now.”

You flinched slightly at the voice, instantly recognizable — low, rough around the edges, a little too casual.

You turned your head. Billie stood there, hands in her pockets, her expression unreadable in the dim light of the garage lamp.

You blinked. “We’re not.”

She raised a brow, stepping closer. “Funny. Looked like a declaration of love from where I was standing.”

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the hood, tossing the cigarette and stepping on it.

“It was a kiss, Billie. People kiss.”

“Oh, sure,” she said with a dry laugh. “They kiss. Especially in front of large crowds, in the middle of victory parties, when they want to prove a point.”

You crossed your arms. “What point?”

She stared at you. “You tell me.”

Silence pressed in, thick and awkward. The distant hum of voices and music felt far away.

“I didn’t do it to spite you,” you muttered eventually, voice quieter than you meant.

Billie laughed again, but there was no humor in it. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Y/N.”

You hated the way her voice dipped, like she meant it. Like she was really done caring.

“But you’re mad.”

She shrugged. “Not my place.”

You sighed and stepped forward. “Come on, Billie. Don’t do this passive-aggressive thing—”

“I’m not doing anything,” she snapped, and her eyes suddenly flared with something hot and unfiltered. “You wanna make out with Alice in front of the whole damn town? Go ahead. You’re free. You’ve always been free.”

That last part stung. You didn’t know why.

You stood there for a moment, not saying anything. She looked at you like she wanted to fight, or maybe just wanted you to say something honest.

But you couldn’t.

So she just exhaled hard and backed away.

“I’ll see you around,” she muttered, then turned on her heel and walked off into the night.

You clenched your jaw. “You know what? I think you're jealous.”

That caught her. Her brow twitched.

You stepped forward, arms crossed. “I think you’re pissed that I’m finally starting something with someone who actually shows me something. Who doesn’t play these mind games. You always do this, Billie. You get all sulky the second I try to move on from you.”

She laughed bitterly and turned, like she was going to walk off again.

But something in your voice must’ve struck a nerve.

Because she stopped. Then slowly turned back.

She walked toward you — each step calm, slow, and full of that same restrained fire you’d always hated. Or maybe loved.

“I don’t care who you hang out with,” she said coldly, now just inches away. “But I tried to warn you. Twice. And this is the last time.”

Your heart picked up, but your pride flared stronger. “You’re toxic! She would never—”

“Oh yeah?” Billie interrupted, stepping even closer, voice suddenly quiet but sharper than glass. “Am I the toxic one?”

You flinched but didn’t move.

Then she dropped it.

“She’s the one who turned you in, Y/N.”

You blinked.

“What?” you whispered.

Billie’s eyes softened just a second too late. “That night. The cops. Your arrest. It was her. I saw her talking to them.”

You stood frozen. The air around you disappeared.

“No—no, you’re lying,” you said, voice shaking.

“I wish I was.”

Silence. You swallowed the stone in your throat. You looked at her like she’d just set fire to the only piece of ground you had left.

Then, without another word, you turned and got in your car.

“Y/N—” she called, guilt already rising, but it was too late.

Your tires screamed against the asphalt as you sped off into the night.

Billie stood there, the wind playing with her jacket as the party sounds in the distance faded. Her hands curled into fists at her sides.

“Fuck,” she muttered and kicked the nearest trash can, sending it crashing into the wall with a loud metallic bang.

Then she stood there alone in the dark — one regret heavier.

The roar of your engine did nothing to drown out the sound of Billie’s voice in your head.

“She’s the one who turned you in, Y/N.”

You gripped the wheel so hard your knuckles went white, tears blurring your vision. You blinked furiously, but it didn’t stop them from spilling.

The lights of the road stretched into painful smears, and for a second, the breath in your chest wouldn’t come.

“No… no, no, no,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself. “She wouldn’t—she wouldn’t do that to me…”

But then it all began to click — the weird disappearances, the questions she asked that she never used to, the uneasy feeling you kept brushing off. Her way of being just too sweet after you got out of jail. The guilt in her eyes she thought you never noticed.

You slammed your hand against the steering wheel, the sound of it sharp and raw.

“She sold me out.”

Your stomach turned violently. She'd touched you — kissed you — slept with you.

And the whole time, she'd known.

You practically tore the front door open and stumbled inside, your body trembling, your heart on fire. You barely noticed your knees hit the floor as your sobs finally broke through. It was too much.

You dragged yourself to your bedroom — and that’s when you saw them.

Her clothes.

Alice’s jacket on the chair. Her shirt draped over your dresser. One of her rings left by your mirror.

You stood still, the tears running silently now, soaking your cheeks as something inside you snapped.

You moved like a storm.

You grabbed her jacket first — tore it off the chair and flung it to the floor. Her shirt followed, your hands shaking violently. You opened your drawer and ripped out the few things she’d left behind: her bracelet, a worn-out hoodie, a pack of gum with a dumb inside joke still written on it.

You threw it all into the middle of the room. Rage and heartbreak mixed like gasoline.

You pulled open your bedside table and found a lighter.

Click.Click.Click.

“Y/N?!” a voice called just as the flame caught the edge of her hoodie.

Benny burst through the door, eyes wide. Jonathan behind her, frozen at the threshold.

“Y/N, what the hell—?” Benny rushed forward, batting the flame with her jacket until it died, smoke rising in the room.

You just stood there, sobbing, hands clutched to your chest as the reality of it all crushed you.

“She—she told them…” you whispered. “Alice… she told the cops… It was her…”

Jonathan stepped in quickly, pulling you away from the pile of clothes, guiding you to the edge of your bed as you collapsed onto it.

“No, no, that can’t be—” Benny started, but stopped when she saw your face. Broken. Betrayed.

“She set me up,” you cried, voice hoarse. “And I let her in. I liked her and she—she played me.”

Benny knelt beside you, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist. Jonathan sat on the other side, one hand rubbing circles on your back, the other moving the ruined clothes out of sight.

“We’re here, okay?” Benny murmured, trying not to cry herself. “I’m so sorry, babe… I’m so sorry.”

Jonathan looked at you with quiet fury behind his soft expression. “She’s not getting near you again. I swear to God.”

You just nodded against Benny’s shoulder, body heavy with grief. You didn’t have words anymore. Only pain.

i forgot to post yesterday, wtf

ANYWAY

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[allyeilishh]

can you do a billie x reader where you are working on a movie with alex wolfe and you meet billie through him

ᥫ᭡ MOVIE STAR ── .✦ B.E.

pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!actress!reader

genre: fluff?

Synopsis: the small get-together consisted of your best friend, Alex, and your mutual friends. Who you didn’t expect to be there was Billie, staring you down.

w/c: 1.7k

The set was buzzing, people all around you trying to pack up for the day. You were sitting on your director chair, your character’s name for the movie stamped onto the fabric. You were talking to Alex Wolff, one of your best friends.

You two had been friends since you were freshmen in high school, and ever since then, you two never seemed to have left each other’s sides. And when you both decided to come into the acting industry together, your bond grew even stronger.

With you two working on the same movie together called "Echos of Gold”—a brother and a sister (which was rather convenient, since you two were practically siblings), you two were always together. You even shared the same trailer. Not that you had to, but you wanted to.

Now, you were listening to Alex talk about a party he was going to host this weekend—the only time you two had off. You, of course, agreed to go. You never were much of a party person, but you decided—for the sake of your best friend—that you would go.

When Alex finally stopped ranting, you spoke as you crossed your ankles.“How many people are going to be there? Like a small gathering, or like—a full party, party?”

"Oh, a small gathering. I know how much you don’t like crowds and I really want you there so I didn’t want to overload on the guests because I want you there—“

"Alex!” You exclaimed, trying to get Alex out of his rambling. You let out a small chuckle, knowing that he would be going into a rabbit hole if you didn’t stop him. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, catching his attention.

"I don’t care how many people are there. I just want to have fun with you.” You assured, a small smile curling at the corner of your lips. You knew exactly how much Alex put thought into other people, but you didn’t care if it was big or small. You just wanted to hang with your best friend that wasn’t on set.

Alex returned the smile, before nodding. "Okay, okay, no more rants. Sorry.”

You had just arrived at Alex’s house, a comfy outfit drowning your frame. You were wearing a white oversized T-shirt, which had a green "NEW YORK” stamped across the chest. You had a pair of sweatpants hanging off your legs, the cuffs flowing around your ankles. You had the waistband rolled up just once, just so you weren’t stepping on your pants.

You were a little tired, considering Alex had planned it a little late at night. You kind of expected him to plan it mid-day, but you didn’t mind. You knocked on the door, expecting Alex to come and answer it. But when the door swung open, it was definitely someone you weren’t expecting to see.

Billie Eilish, right there, in the flesh, in your best friend’s house. You stood there in shock for a moment, eyes almost jutting out.

Of course, you knew Billie and Alex were friends—you heard countless stories of them together. But seeing her in real life, right in front of you, answering the door. You knew Billie—everyone did, just not personally. So it was a little surprising to see her so casually laid back.

"Hey,” Billie said, snapping you out of your thoughts. Her voice was just a little high-pitched—not in an annoying way, but one where it was a sound of happiness. "Alex told me so much about you! Nice to meet you.”

Billie stepped out of the way, letting you into the house. You gave her a soft smile, walking in and speaking gently, your voice a soft melody. "Hi, nice to meet you too.”

Billie smiled, closing the door behind you. She began to walk alongside you to the living room, her hands clasped behind her back. “You’ve been friends with Alex a while?” She asked softly, her voice a little less pitched, her eyes darting to your face for a second.

You could feel your heartbeat starting to rise. You had always seen pictures of Billie—interviews, the Oscars, the Grammys, almost everything. But seeing her in person? It was like you were seeing an angel.

You nodded at Billie’s words, continuing to walk, trying to hide your trembling words. "Yeah—been friends since high school. We’re working on a movie together.”

Billie seemed interested by your words, letting out a small hum. She loved when Alex shared his upcoming movies with her, and she had a feeling that with you, it would be the same.

"Wow, I didn’t know you two were working together. I knew he was working on a movie, but not with you. Can you tell me about it?” She spoke to you with an intrigued tone, moving just a bit closer to you.

You felt a smile filling her face, beginning to fiddle with the edge of your shirt. You were just about to reply, when you made it to the loud living room, where Alex was already sharing a movie set story from one of his movies, "Hereditary” to the rest of his friends, who were scattered across the ground and couch.

"Alex!” You said excitedly, immediately going up to hug him. You saw him turn his head to look at you, a smile immediately crossing his face. He opened his arms for you, inviting you in warmly. You let out a small hum of contentment, holding Alex close before pulling away.

"Hey, I see you met Billie.” Alex said, pointing to Billie, who had sat down on the armrest of the couch, a gentle smile playing on her lips. You nodded, returning the smile to Billie. Billie immediately began to chat it up with your mutual friends, all beginning to laugh and giggle.

"Yeah, she answered the door. I know you keep telling me she’s nice but I didn’t think she would make small talk.” You said with a small chuckle, turning your attention back to Alex. You put your hands in your sweatpants pockets, playing with the soft fabric inside. You couldn’t help but feel your heart rush at the thought of the girl—who was just a few feet away.

"Yeah, she’s really easy to talk to. I feel like you two will be really good friends.” Alex said, patting you on the shoulder before walking back over to the couch, sitting down and immediately starting a conversation. You laid down on the softly carpeted ground, propped up on your elbows, your ankles crossed.

The night went on, a few drinks passed around, but nothing too strong enough to get any of you drunk. There were stories shared—some a little gross, a little scary, but some that were just plain adorable. Some even made everyone tear up. You had a red solo cup of tea mixed with a little bit of beer, sitting on the coffee table.

You were all having a lot of fun, laughing and having a good time together. But you could feel a pair of eyes on you. A specific pair of eyes that just wouldn’t leave your face. A pair of blue eyes that shined as bright as the ocean blue sky. You caught her staring a few times, but you never exactly brought it up to her. Your heart was racing too much to even pretend to notice.

You took a sip of your drink, trying to keep your breathing as steady as possible. But with Billie’s eyes constantly staring you down, you felt like you had to keep yourself put together, to look perfect. You didn’t know why you felt like that under a gaze that you just met, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to look presentable.

Eventually, you had begun to get too tired to stay any longer, and it seemed like everyone else was the same. You stood up back onto your feet, stretching your limbs with a soft groan. You eventually let your limbs relax, taking a deep breath before speaking. "It was nice to see you all, but I’m getting too tired, and I really don’t want to fall asleep behind the wheel. Goodnight, everyone.”

Alex immediately complained, groaning in frustration that you couldn’t stay. But it was playful, of course. He loved you, but he didn’t want you spending the night. He rolled his eyes playfully, before getting up and giving you a goodbye hug, squeezing you a little tighter.

You gave everyone else hugs, saying your goodbyes and friendly ‘I love you’s. Your hug with Billie was a little nervous, just a friendly side hug, saying small byes to each other. You began to walk away, before you heard Billie say she also needed to go, also beginning to feel tired.

And within a few seconds, she was at your side, walking with you to the door. You could feel your heart suddenly racing all over again, right when you thought it was calming down. And once you two reached the door, she suddenly stopped you from opening it.

You didn’t understand for a moment, opening your mouth to protest, before she spoke first. "Hey… I just—I wanted to ask… but, can I take you out? You know, on a date? I wanted to get to know you better.”

You felt like your heart suddenly stopped. The girl that had been eyeing you all night was asking you out. You were frozen for a moment, staring at her blankly. But you were quickly snapped out of your trance, seeing her bite her lip nervously.

You spoke up quietly, louder than a whisper, but not a normal talking voice. "Yeah, yeah of course. I—I wanna get to know you better as well.”

You could see her shoulders sagging with the relief. A smile crossed her face, her eyes scrunching up ever so slightly. She nodded, taking a breath. There was a soft hue of pink on her cheeks, her hands beginning to play with the hem of her jersey.

"How about on Tuesday? At the small coffee shop down the road? I heard they have good lattes.” She spoke with a hint of excitement in her voice, almost like she was waiting for this moment to happen.

"Yeah, only if you’re paying.” You said with a small chuckle, the smile on your face only growing wider. You couldn’t help but smile. Her smile was intoxicating—like when people say if someone yawns, it gets passed onto someone else. That’s how Billie’s smile felt. Just in a good way that made your heart race.

Billie chuckled along with you, before nodding.

"Yeah, of course. I’ll pay. So, I’ll see you Tuesday?”

You nodded, speaking softly. "Tuesday.” ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

a/n: lowkey probably the most worst thing I’ve written bc I had ZERO idea for what to write but thank you anon for the request !! 🩵

Here you go sweetheart @qreatest

[yearningandstillnotlearning]

A r t .

- B.E.

Blurb :p | no use of any names for the characters, just “she” and “you”

a/n: first fanfic posted ever im so nervous | this was my yearning from some months ago i decided to make it into something more | please comment on your opinion on this im nervy

Not fluffy nor sexual but a secret third thing (sensual)

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Have you got colour in your cheeks?

Leftover snack packets and crumbs of cookies and sugar littering the couch of the living room, clock read 12:38AM, its past midnight, yet for two girls with a sleep schedule as theirs, the night is still young, too young.

Family and friends long gone, others went home others went on dates, and another stayed behind to cherish this very moment.

Are there some aces up your sleeve?

Have you no idea that you’re in deep?

Laughs had hit the walls hours ago when they were once gathered up to 7, and even now at 2 laughs are still bouncing back and forth. Sneaky giggles and stupid jokes, unexplainable videos that just seem so funny when its late and for once youre not alone.

Energy drinks on the floor next to the bed and an annoyingly bright light hitting at the side to make up for the lack of sun, yet thats the last thing to bother you right now. Theres nothing that could actually bother you right now, not when you finally have her in front of you.

Ive dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Sketchbook in your lap, pencil in your hand and coloured pencils scattered along your side on the bed, criss crossed bodies mirroring each other face to face.

Even if your face wasn’t able to stay in one place. Even if your face couldn’t handle the urge to heat and melt your makeup off in the process, even if you couldn’t handle looking at her, as much as you couldn’t handle her looking at you.

How many secrets can you keep?

Your heart thumping in your chest the same way it does when you’re at a club next to the speaker, body shook with the beat of the speakers and the bass, and you couldn’t tell if its from the amount of energy drinks you’ve consumed this evening or her presence.

But this is better, oh this is way better, theres no eardrum-breaking noise, or people squished up together, stomach-stirring drinks, uncomfortable heels. None of that.

This is simply adrenaline in itself, it was the excitement pumping in your veins.

Cause theres this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow and i play it on repeat..

Emotions thumping at your heart and in your veins causing your blood to rush to your face, cheeks burning red, but the colour showed at your ears, palms so sweaty you hold your sketchbook carefully to not wet and bend the paper. Neck and collarbone stained with red rash spots, just how into her are you?

Shes not stupid now, you tell that to yourself to sleep better at night. She has noticed everything, a simple blood rush is nothing. The way you look at her when everyone is talking laughing and you’re quiet? When your choice of “recharging” your social battery is looking at and through her? When you’re alone and suddenly your voice drops to just above a whisper, sweeter than any sugarcoated candy? When you doodle her and her only out of so many people, there are 5 other people with you two, yet who do you draw the most? You spend all your effort and time on her, enjoyably so.

Until i fall asleep,

A hand picking up your own has a wave of goosebumps sent across your body, a wave of heat while doing so. An amused laugh breaks your gaze, from the mixed hands, up to her own stare.

Shes staring at you, and you’re wishing she would stare nowhere near you. The fear in your brain banging like a migraine, wordlessly telling you she sees it all, and the very same fear in your body, giving her all the confirmation she needs. Her eyes softening as her one-sided laughter dies down, and you’ve yet to actually see her. So far you have been too caught up in your own thoughts to see in front of you until now.

A hand holding your burning one to her also heated cheek, and a twinkle in her eye right between that blown out pupil and icy blue cloud that dances like the stars do on the dark night sky right outside the window.

“I knew you felt it too, Im not crazy to like you”

spillin’ drinks on my settee.

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Cosplay.

[tan1shere]

7 or 20 plsss for billie

Im Watching You

B.E prompt ! - masterlist !

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A/n: coming right up ! :D

Warnings: SMUT ! Vampire billie, pervy billie, fingering, she feeds on you, masturbation- think that's all !

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

( 7. spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself )

You never liked to stay up this late, but it was one of those nights when Billie was out. Finding her next victim so she could feed. She was never horrible with it, never taking too much and compelling them to forget afterwards. You had offered yourself up so she wouldn't need to do such things, but the idea of hurting you in any way set her stomach on edge. She couldn't control herself around you, knowing your blood would be as sweet as you are she couldn't take that risk. She fears she may kill you. So here you were, 1 am mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You honestly hoped she'd be back soon, you had missed her all day as you were at work. Getting zero time to see eachother when you came home.

Honestly you had been needing her all day, in a not so innocent way. Shifting in your seat at the mere thought. All you wanted to do was come home and kiss her, but it was so late she had been long gone. You toss over in the bed getting impatient and needy. "Ugh, fuck sake." You say out loud, setting your phone down and sitting up a smidge. Your hand travels down into your underwear considering you were only wearing that alongside one of Billies large t-shirts. You let it rise up as you situate yourself. This wasn't un-normal. Youd always touch yourself to the thought of her. Only this time you were unaware of the eyes on you while doing so.

She had finished not too long after, coming into the house quietly just incase you were sleeping. Her hearing picks up on something. Definitely not soft sounds of sleepy breaths. Her brows furrow as she listens in more. Faint breathy moans? She questions in her head. All her senses on alert, hearing more noises with her hearing. She walks upstairs quietly, listening in better now. There was a gap in the door, probably left it open for her when she got back so it wouldn't be as noisy. She peeks a little, noticing your head tilted back. Blissed out. She ofcourse didn't stop you, enjoying the little show you were putting on.

She bites her lip as you arch your back. You look like you were close to your ecstacy. But just before you do cum, you babble. "N-need you.." She thought she'd been caught but she soon realizes you're just really into it, she picks up on the fact that you probably miss her and have all day. Then as you cum, you just couldn't hold anything in anymore.

"Fuck, Billie!" You say out in the open of the empty room. Then you hear the door swing open and in the blink if an eye you spot Billie ontop of you. She uses her vamp speed to cone in, get ontop of you. And pin your wrists above your head. Surprised would be an understatement for how you were feeling currently. "My turn baby." Your eyes were blown wide at the unexpected entrance. Swallowing as you hadn't had a chance to breathe properly. She rips your shirt off, underwear too. Wasting no time. She seems a bit tense. "H-how did the search, go?" She doesn't respond at first. "Not good angel, no one out and about."

Even if she was angry she'd forever speak to you like you were precious. But your horny mind doesn't stop your next words. "Drink from me then." Again her response is delayed. She shakes her head. "It's ok I can-" "Please, please I need it." You say cutting her off. You trusted her and you so desperately wanted to know what it felt like. Not only that but you knew shed love to taste you. "What if I can't stop." You shrug. Grabbing her face. "I'll tell you, but I trust that you won't go far." She was thinking. "But I don't trust myself. You drive me crazy, and the way you smell." She was getting distracted. You give her the doeiest eyes. She subconsciously gives in. "I can hear your heart beating... your pulses." She trails off.

Her finger touches lightly on your neck. "Feel it." Her eyes shift as the lust for blood is kicking in. "So hungry.." She breathes. You extend out your neck with a tiny eager smile, she just chuckles and smirks. "You're a minx you know that?" But without any other word, her lips are on your neck, kissing gently. Her tongue darts out, tasting the natural saltiness. She can smell you so clearly. Her eyes grow darker teeth coming through within an instant. And without further thought she sinks them into your skin. Tasting you already as blood seeps into her mouth. Her eyes roll back, finally being fed after what felt like days.

Your mouth opens at the initial sharp pinch, biting your lip as it soon turns nice. She's still gentle no matter how hungry she was. She sucks a bit harder earning some more, it oozing onto her tongue. She was in heaven, you infsct were sweet. Something she's never tasted before. She might get addicted, but hey. You would so let her do this again, sexually or not. As she continues you feel her hand move down to your pussy. It being wet from your previous orgasm. She hums against you, circling your hole and slowly slipping two in. You moan into her ear, she was full of surprises tonight. You start to get light headed, but just as you were about to signal she pulls away.

"See, t-told you- you wouldn't. Go far." You try to form words, feeling that blissness again. She faces you, eyes still veiny and dark. Lips red with blood and fangs still visible. "You tasted better than I ever could've imagined." She says lowly. Her fingers speed up, faster and faster nearly sending you into a frenzy. Your hand wraps around her wrist as you get closer. "Mm Billie fuck!" You gasp, moans following suit. You admire her eyes, you loved when they'd change to this form. She was nervous at first when she showed you. She worried she might scare you. But your reaction the third time definitely changed that. She saw how crazy you got over it. "You're so hot." You blab. She focuses on everything, your heart beating rapidly, your walls clenching. Your whole being about to crumble in seconds.

"Like my vamp face, huh?" You nod hastily, letting out one last moan before you gush over her fingers. She grins satisfied, bringing them out of you slowly and bringing them to her lips. "Aren't I lucky. I got a taste of you twice."

[sweetcherriexs]

baby...; b.e.

so my darling – rachel chinouriri ᯓᵕ̈∘˙ blurp!

billie sighed softly, running a hand through her hair as she put her keys in the keybowl by the doors, walking deeper into your shared home. she rubbed her eyes, mouth opening in a tired yawn while her steps echoed down the hallway until she reached the bedroom the two of you shared.

"hi, pretty" she smiled, greeting you happily despite her exhaustion. her eyes fell on you, lying in bed with your arms hugging your stomach and body curled in a fetal position. billie's brows knitted together and she walked over to you, squatting by the edge of the bed and putting a hand on one of your arms. "you okay, love?" she asked, chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek.

you sighed softly, looking into her blue, full of concern eyes "my tummy hurts" you grunted out, squeezing your eyes shut as a sharp pain appeared in the pit of your stomach.

billie frowned further, lips poking out into a pout as she lifted your arms away from your stomach to place a warm hand on the bottom of your stomach. "cramps?" she whispered, putting her chin on the mattress in level with your head.

you put your own hand on top of hers, nodding with a deep pout of your own, pain etched on your face.

"oh baby...." she cooed with a soft breath of air leaving her lips, thumb rubbing the skin of your stomach through the t-shirt which she recognised as her own. "did you take any meds?" she hummed softly to which you nodded and she sighed once more, scooting forward and pressing a kiss to your temple "okay... take off your clothes, I'll start a shower and get the heating pad and blankies ready"

you nodded your head, a small sparkle of relief in your chest. you sat up, looking at her with thankful eyes. "thanks, bils" you squeezed her hand and she only smiled.

"of course, baby"

then, while you undressed in the two of yours bedroom, billie went ahead and got the heating pad ready, getting some blankets and your favourite snacks to bring back to the bedroom. then she started the shower, getting the both of you towels and a fresh bottle of that body-wash you love so much. she stopped in the middle of the bathroom, in thought for a moment before she left to get the mini-speaker.

as she searched for it, she passed the living room only to stop and take a few steps back. her eyes fell on the vinyl record player by the window on top of a drawer and a smile stretched across her lips. she quickly grabbed the device and brought it up to the bedroom where you were, already undressed and waiting for her.

"so sorry to keep you waiting baby" she said after putting down the player and kiss your lips with a hand on your hip.

"s'okay" you murmured, watching as she pulled back and rummaged through her box of vinyls until she pulled out one you weren't familiar with by the cover but will surely know as soon as it starts playing. she put the vinyl in place and soon, music was flowing through the bedroom beautifully.

she walked back to you and guided you to the bathroom "come on, you must be freezing," she mumbled as she quickly opened the shower door and helped you step inside.

then she quickly threw her own clothes off and got under the water, smiling sheepishly at you. "how're you feeling?" she asked, pulling you close by the waist. you leaned into her, head falling to her shoulder as a sigh slipped past your lips.

"like someone is hammering my uterus" you mumbled and you could tell by the way billie's breath hitched that she was holding in her laughter. "with an actual hammer, you gorgeous dummy," you huffed, "so filthy minded" you mumbled against her wet, smooth skin.

billie laughed finally before shutting up, rubbing up and down your sides as the water came down on the both of you in a calming pressure of stream. "m'sorry, pretty" she leaned in, pressing her lips to your cheek. "I'll scrub you, hm?" you nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her warm body to let her reach for the body wash.

and a little while later, billie was wrapping your towel around you with a soft smile on her face before she did the same to herself. "okay, I'll get us pj's. want one of my shirts and boxers, baby?" she said, walking to the door and looking back at you.

"yeah"

she nodded and headed out, returning soon with two of her shirts, two pairs of chekered pants and two women's boxers in hand. she handed you yours. "want help, baby?" she asked, pausing as you dried off. you shook your head and she nodded, drying herself off before pausing again. "wait, can you even put a pad-"

"love" you cut her off with an affectionate smile "I'll manage, I'm okay" she sighed and nodded, going back to do her own thing.

soon the both of you left the bathroom, billie pulled back the blankets for you on the bed and waited till you settled in before bringing the snacks and heating pad. she got right in with you, handing you the pad and holding it against your tummy as she wrapped her arm around you.

"okay, pretty girl?" she murmured into your ear, kissing your cheek with a soft pang of worry still in her chest. you nodded, snacking quietly "yeah, m'good" she nodded.

"I'm glad" she let out a breath of relief, pulling you more into her as she picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "you choose" she mumbled, the soft sound of the music still playing soon mixing with the sounds of the TV.

yeahhh I got my period today :/ this is shit but enjoy ig

[drunkinyourbenz]

27 and 79? if you want

୨ৎ mommy. b.e

prompts (requests open): 27. "i didn't mean to call you that, i'm sorry" - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…” and 79. “use my thigh”

୨ৎ sub!billie eilish x dom!fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: smut

୨ৎ content: mommy kink !! not much just thigh riding + praise and reassurance

୨ৎ note: this is SUPER short oops. anon i know u probably wanted dom billie but.......

“use my thigh,” you murmured, lips against her ear as you spoke. billie didn't object, grinding her clothed pussy against your thigh. you watched the way her head slumped against your shoulder slightly, hands gripping your back. the two of you had been at it for just less than an hour now—she’d came twice, at this point.

"please," the word slipped from her mouth as a whimper. “need more.”

you hummed softly—certainly not intending to give her the ‘more’ she spoke of, at least not yet. you took some pity on her whines, tapping her thigh twice. she took the hint, lifting her hips slightly, letting you slide her panties off. they were pretty, a dark blue lace that matched the bra she was wearing under her oversized t-shirt. as pretty as they were, they ended up on the floor, and your hands on her hips gently guided her back down to your thigh. “keep going.”

now, completely bare other than her t-shirt, she instinctively pushed down against your thigh, grinding softly, desperately. her hands clutched at the fabric of your top, soft moans falling from her lips, “please,” the word slipped out again, “please.”

“you can do it, pretty girl. doing so good for me…”

another whine fell from her lips, hands moving to grip at your shoulders.

for a moment, she just kept grinding against your thigh, her soft moans filling the air. then, her head slumped against your shoulder again,“mommy…”

your mind short circuited, the hands on her waist tightening their grip ever so slightly as your mouth fell open. almost in awe, you gazed at her, eyes glazing over for a brief second.

billie seemed to snap back to reality, eyes widening in something between nervousness and horror, her movement faltering against your thigh.“i—i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry.”

you spoke quickly, wanting to ease her nerves. your thumb traced small repetitive circles on the bare skin of her waist, a small action, but it seemed to ground her. “no! don't appologize, i liked it...”

billie looked up in surprise this time, grip tightening on the fabric of your shirt. “really?”

“yeah, really. i don’t think i realised how much i’d like it until you said it.”

billie almost giggled, “i was so scared when i realised i’d actually said it.”

“been thinking about calling me mommy for a while, have you?” your voice was teasing, and you felt the way she shifted against your thigh, “you know you can trust me, right?”

“know i can,” she murmured, leaning in and meeting your lips, speaking softly and finishing her sentence as she pulled away. “mommy.”

you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched slightly at that, and you leaned in to whisper against her ear, lips brushing against the skin.

“good fucking girl. keep calling me that and grinding on my thigh, and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”

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[oyeixcher]

Every OyeiCher scene (12 ¦ ??)  (feat. YakDee)

O: Yeah. This boxing club was founded in B.E. 2532, as you can see on the t-shirt. My mum said after starting this gym, she had me and Yak." W: "Really?" Y: "This one's cooked. Eat something too. Don't just listen to YE0s babbling. If you wait until he's done, you might not get to eat anything." O: "Hey, you little..." C: "Yak's got a point there." O: "Hey, Cher. You're my babe. Why are you taking his side?" W: "It's totally okay, guys. I like listening to people. My patients usually share their stories with me." Y: "Come on. Don't be so nice. That makes me look like a bad guy here." W: "I didn't mean that." Y: "You haven't eaten it. Want me to feed you? Open your mouth." W: "It's still hot." Y: "Blow on it. Or do you want me to do that for you too?" W: "I can do it myself. Dip too. Wow. It's delicious. Seriously, both the pork and the dip are good." C: "P'Yei is the cook." W: "Wow." Y: "It's our family's recipe. Our mum and dad created it." W: "It's so good you could open a restaurant. Where are your mum and dad?" C: "Uh, let's enjoy our food. Have lots of pork. P'Yei marinated it really well. Everyone, finish it all because pork is expensive. Come on, eat up." O: "Hey, Yak. You know that your next fight is coming up, right?" Y: "Yep." O: "Tonight, try not to go overboard with your activity. Got it?" Y: "Yei! This isn't the place to talk about that."