#fingers…..

[secretl1fe0fm3]

2 hands ~ billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings: smut, hand kink, finger sucking, choking, fingering (r!receiving), dom!billie, degradation, teasing, praise, established relationship

an: this one is pretty filthy and for all my fellow people with hand kinks :P if you don’t like, don’t read! mwah! (also i will be going mia for the next few weeks since my gf is here visiting! i have about 11 drafts ((mainly requests from the prompt list)) that will be posted later in june! love you all <3)

18+ minors dni!!!

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You were trying to be subtle.

Sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, pretending to scroll through your phone while Billie talked about some beat she’d been working on earlier. But her hands moved while she talked. Her fingers, covered in rings, nails perfectly manicured, flexing and twitching while she spoke.

You weren’t listening. Not really. You were watching her thumb rub the side of her middle finger, her silver ring clicking quietly with each slow movement. Your stomach did a flip, your thighs pressed tighter together.

You didn’t notice her stop talking at first.

“Seriously?” Billie said, laughing low. “You’re doing it again.”

Your eyes snapped up to her face, focusing on her baby blues that were mainly dominated by her pupils now.

“Doing what?” you whispered, voice way too quick and rushed.

She raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk.

“Staring." Her voice was soft, but mocking. She stared back for a moment, before her eyes seemed to light up with realization. “Jesus, babe. You want my fingers in your mouth or something?”

You opened your mouth, then shut it, trying to think of something smart to say back, but your brain was already too fogged.

Billie leaned in a little, letting her hand trail up your thigh. Rings cold against your warm skin.

“God, you’re pathetic,” she whispered, grinning. “All worked up just watching my hands, huh? You that needy?”

You swallowed hard, your breath catching as she brought her fingers up between you.

“Y'know, you could’ve just asked, baby.” she teased, voice dropping an octave. Her fingers hovered near your mouth, close enough to feel your hot breath against the back of her knuckles.

“C’mon,” she said. “Show me.”

You stared at her, heat crawling up your neck from embarrassment, your lips still parting on instinct. Her smirk deepened.

“There’s my good girl.”

She pressed two fingers against your lips, her thumb pulling at your bottom lip. The metal of her rings were cool as the pads of her fingers rubbed at your tongue.

You sucked gently at first, testing, the weight of them in your mouth igniting a fire inside of you. Her breath hitched at the feeling, but her smirk never faded.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “So easy. I put my fingers in your mouth and you’re already dripping, aren’t you?”

You whimpered around her fingers, cheeks burning. You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Your whole body was buzzing, aching with need.

Billie leaned in closer, her free hand slipping under your chin, tilting your head just enough to meet her eyes.

“Show me where you want them next,” she said, her voice lower than a whisper.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed eagerly around the thickness of her middle and ring finger. She held your gaze, still smirking, waiting for answer.

Wordless, you reached up. Your hand curled around her other wrist, the one that wasn't preoccupied with your mouth. You brought it up slowly, placing it against your throat.

“Oh,” she breathed, eyes darkening. “That’s what you want?”

You nodded once, cheeks flushing deep red. Still sucking gently on her other hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers slid free from your lips with a soft, wet sound, and her now spit covered hand moved to rest against your lower lip.

“Filthy little thing,” she whispered.

Her fingers tightened around your neck, her grip firm, just enough to make your breath hitch. Enough to make your head buzz with a light floaty feeling.

“Say it,” she said. “Say you want me to choke you.”

“I…” Your voice barely made it out, breath already catching under her grip. “I want you to…”

“C’mon, don’t get shy now,” she teased. "Say it, tell me what you want, use your words like a good girl."

“I want you to choke me,” you breathed. “Please.”

“There she is.” She leaned in and kissed your cheek, soft, while her hand flexed gently around your throat. Her other hand drifted down your stomach.

You felt her knuckles against your waistband, her still slightly wet fingers sliding past it like she had all the time in the world, like you weren't burning up with pure need.

She slipped her hand inside your pants, her palm warm and steady against your heat. Her fingers rested over your panties where you were already soaked.

“God,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re this wet just from me choking you and my fingers in your mouth?”

You whimpered, hips shifting up toward her hand. Billie’s grip on your neck tightened just enough to make your head spin again.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her lips brushing the edge of your jaw. “So fucking needy. Just can’t help yourself when you're around me, hm?”

Her fingers dragged over your soaked panties, rubbing your clit through the fabric in a desperate motion until your thighs were trembling under her. You gasped, the sound choked off by the hand around your throat.

She slipped her fingers under the fabric only a moment later, slow and calculated, sliding through your slick folds easily, gathering your wetness on the pads on her fingers, coating her rings.

“You feel that?” she whispered. “That mess you made? All from my hands?”

You tried to nod, tried to speak, but her fingers pressed inside you at the same time, and her hand shifted from your throat back to your mouth as you gasped.

“Open wider,” she teased, her voice gentle but commanding.

You obeyed immediately, and she slipped the fingers she just had wrapped around your neck into your mouth. You moaned around them as her other hand continued to work you open, hitting deep and curling at just the right spot.

Her thumb brushed over your clit with every thrust, each motion perfectly practiced and controlled. She knew exactly how to undo you, and she was enjoying it.

“Good girl,” she purred. “That’s it. Take it.”

Her fingers in your mouth pushed in further as you let out a low, guttural moan, opening your throat of her. Her other hand continued fucking you open, hitting spots deep inside you as you clenched down around her.

“Keep sucking,” Billie murmured, low and filthy. “Don’t stop.”

You were shaking now, your pleasure reaching a peak as she shifted her fingers just a bit, curling even deeper, rubbing harder, her mouth by your ear whispering filth and praise and the kind of things that would make you blush if you weren’t already drowning in them.

“Gonna come, baby?” she asked. “All over my fingers like the good slut you are?”

You nodded frantically, letting out a muffled moan, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, mouth full, hips stuttering against her hand.

“Do it,” she whispered, eyes glinting as you instantly shattered.

Your body clenched, white hot pleasure coursing through you as you came hard around her fingers. Your legs shook with the sheer force of your orgasm, breath caught halfway between a sob and a scream. Her fingers never stopped moving, working you through it, dragging every last drop of it out of you.

After a moment, she slowly pulled her hands away when you started twitching from overstimulation, a look of deep devotion and adoration on her face.

You collapsed back into the couch, gasping, heart pounding so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Billie followed, hovering above you as she kissed your forehead gently.

“You did so good,” she whispered, brushing damp hair away from your face. “You okay?”

You blinked up at her, dazed, but still managed to nod.

She smiled, softer now, just a hint of her earlier smugness tucked behind something warmer.

“Good girl,” she murmured again, thumb stroking your cheek. You sighed, your head resting against her shoulder as she reached for the blanket beside you.

“Still obsessed with my fingers?” she asked, grinning.

You gave her a weak laugh, half breath, half moan. “More than ever.”

my masterlist

[arnab-factory]

Fascinated by this phenomenon

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[otiksimr]

I remember back in my compulsory education they taught us to use the keyboard like this but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a single person type like this ever.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[delicatelymorbid]

so needy i want someone’s fingers to slide into me while they pant out a “fuck” because of how wet i am

[wainawtmai]

thinking of satoru dating mean!reader who absolutely despises any sort of pda. All of his students wonder how he’d even managed to woo you when you dodged his kisses, cringed at his excessive compliments, and shooed him away every time he tried to hug you like the touch-obsessed bug he was. It was a wonder that you guys were even together.

…well, it was kind of hard to brush him off when he was balls deep inside you.

“fuuuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” satoru moans, that stupidly pretty grin on his lips as he watches your pussy absolutely gobble up the length of his cock. You tremble from the feeling, struggling to bite back your moans as his thick dick thrusts up into you. You hate the way the sound of his voice makes your body buzz with heat, a mix of embarrassment and lust that you both hate and love.

“so wet and ready for me all the time, aren’t you?” you know part of him does it to get a rise out of you, the sadistic little shit liked watching you squirm and sputter, all flustered at the sound of his voice.

and as per usual, you told yourself you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, “S-Shut up.” you mean for it to come off as a warning but it sounds more like a pitiful whine. You can’t help it with the way he thrusts up into you, mouthing sloppy kisses into your skin in between his sinful words.

“you know you love me,” he sings into your ear, “You loveee the way my cock fills you up, don’t deny it, baby.” as if to further emphasize his point he brings his hands to the meat of your ass, prying you further open and drilling into you, fucking into that spot that drove you insane. You couldn’t even try to hide your disgusting moans and whimpers, nails digging into the skin of his arms as you tried and failed to fight the pleasure.

“what did I say,” he sing-songs, bringing a hand to your clit and rubbing at it with quick circles, “I’ve turned you into such a pretty mess.” of course he still has that Cheshire-sized grin on his face, his crystal eyes mesmerized by the sight of your grinding hips and the slickness you leave along his cock with each thrust he makes into your trembling pussy. Listening to the desperate little sounds you swore you didn’t make when he pressed a finger to your clit. Rendered absolutely useless.

He loved seeing you like this. “so pretty.” satoru moans, his voice slightly slurring with pleasure, “so—fuck—g-gorgeous all fucked out for me.”

you mustered up what was left of your strength to slap a hand over his lips, silencing him as you shuddered from your orgasm. “shut up, s-satoru.”

But you could see that look in his eyes: framed by those annoyingly pretty white lashes, blue and mischievous—or at least more so than usual. He brought his own hand to your weakening one, pulling your fingers into his mouth and sucking on them with a loud whorish moan, all the while still pounding into you.

“Mngh—fuck you, satoru.” You garble, whimpering with overstimulation despite still grinding down against his cock in time with his thrusts, you hated how much he knew you loved being overstimulated, the freaky little fuck.

He only hummed in response, too occupied with your fingers to respond, practically deep-throating them. You could feel his chest rumble with amused laughter as he watched you fall apart once again, your skin tingling with the shock of your second orgasm. He followed you soon after, aquamarine eyes lidding as he practically gagged on your fingers, emptying himself into you with a long, drawn out moan.

You tiredly pull your fingers out of his mouth, slightly missing the warmth, and practically fell on top of him. But before your eyes could flutter closed, you felt Satoru throb, your cheeks heating as you remember the nasty fucker also had a thing for overstimulation.

You swear as his thrusts continue, fucking his milky cum dripping between your thighs back into you. And despite how much you tell yourself his words were annoying, his murmurs of imagining your fingers as your clit as he sucked at them, drove you to the edge all over again.

Maybe you didn’t hate it.

[muqingslover]

Rafayel being forced to kill the person he loved the most because MC commanded him is peak angst. I can say with ease that I fucking CALLED IT and I love that they went with that

The way he holds her in his arms with such desperation and tenderness knowing it will the last time, allowing himself to shed tears just before she literally slips away from his arms.

"I'll become one with the sea and stay with you forever." Oh they're sick for this and I love it.

MC is the only one who could make a God pray and fall apart.

btw I looooove that he cries pearls I think it's my new favorite thing.

[mikoworks]

“Next comes spite. First, it stares back at you in the mirror. Then, it’s those around you. They’re wearing your face, and you theirs… You know, he joined because of me.”

[kayiiin]

Might make more of them DANCE

[cronchy-baguette]

Why, Miss Elphaba--look at you. You're beautiful.

[sloanslone]

HERMÉS: Into the Hermes verse- I just drew all my fav designs in my style honestly ( pls scroll for more :)🩵 )

Designs belong to: @sloanslone / @slainsloan (me!), @duvetbox @gigizetz @hymnoeides @solchariot @anniflamma @irunaki @wolfythewitch @xxriamothxx @bambiilooza @elianzis @ximenanatzel @laritamiauu 🫣

DRAWING THESE WERE SOOOOO FUN! :D

[maxedes]

oh, the girls are fIGHTING

[noka-exe]

chronic finger biter clark vs nose exhaler bruce

[marghen]

It's an old tale from way back when/ And we're gonna sing it again and again...