#billie eilish x fem reader

[blchrsworld]

my heart just can’t be faithful for long | billie eilish x fem reader

synopsis. billie and you have been arguing constantly for some time now. after a night out, she starts an argument and you can’t take it anymore.

cw. arguing, verbal fighting, breakup, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, angst

soundtrack. cry - cigarettes after sex

length. short

The night started nicely as Billie and you went out to party for one of your co-stars all up until a fight erupted between the two of you.

“It doesn’t fucking matter Billie – I never paid any mind to him once tonight!” With Billie following closely behind, you quarreled as you strode into the kitchen and angrily set your Chanel handbag on the counter. With an irate expression on her face, Billie placed her hands on either side of the countertop and said, "You are so full of shit." Her blue eyes met yours.

For almost four months, you and Billie had been having fights on a regular basis. Billie first accused you of cheating on her with your close friend, Jacob Elordi, who was also one of your co-stars in a recent film. Billie would obsess over the friendship, envisioning the worst case scenarios.

The relationship was not ideal because of long distance, especially since you were working on new tv shows and movies while Billie was working on her next album.

The anger that shot through you caused your face to flush, and you detested Billie for having provoked such a reaction in you over such a baseless accusation. Your eyes began to burn and well up with tears.

You confess in a nervous tone, concentrating on your nails to divert your attention from sobbing, "Billie, I can't do this anymore."

“What?” Billie asked in a sharp tone, glancing up at you as she noticed how exhausted you appeared.

When you lifted your head to gaze up at your partner of two years, you knew it was time to part ways. For now, anyway, until you two resolved your differences. You looked at Billie with a knowing expression in your eyes as a tear raced down your cheek and fell onto the dark wood countertop.

You could have sweared at that very moment that Billie's life was flashing before her eyes. She began to recognize herself and felt hopelessness creep in.

“No.” Billie spoke in an emotionless tone.

“Billie this needs to st-“

"No, no, no." Billie reiterated, at which point you sighed haltingly at her manners and closed your eyes, considering your next move and how it would affect your two-year relationship.

Your brain was warning you against giving in to her because, after all, she was the cause of the teary-eyed, restless nights. You now had a different perspective on yourself because of her. You were unsure if there was a problem with you for her to question your commitment. Although your brain was filled with a deep hatred for her, there was always a small part of you that could not help but love her.

Your heart.

That was the aspect of you that people noticed the most that was not physical. No matter how much your mind tried to remind you of the harm Billie had caused you, your heart was unable to stop loving her.

What made your heart explode was the little things about your relationship with Billie that no one else would see.

Like when she would lay her eyes on you, she would always have that sparkle in them. Or the fact that you would run out of room in your house when she would bring you flowers three times a week just because. She was always your plus one and never sought to usurp your attention, no matter what premier you had.

You walked around the counter and put your hand on hers, saying, "It's the right thing to do, Billie," but she withdrew her hand.

"It's Jacob isn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at the remark, but you could understand her point of view and chose to stay calm. At last, her puffy red eyes looked up at you, and you croaked, "It's not him Billie, or anyone at all, it's the fact that you can't trust me anymore."

"I can fix it, we can fix it," Billie said, her eyes sad, as you returned the look with a shake of your head.

“I’ve tried — for the past four months already,” you retort with a distasteful look.

You were tired of Billie playing the victim and needed to leave this relationship.

You had never felt anything like this before, as your heart began to slowly break. Your chest started to fill with air more quickly than you could handle. You tried to knead your chest to ease the pain by placing your hand over your heart, but it didn't work. You had to leave Billie as the agony got worse and make your way to the living room.

It was when your body began to relax on the back of a couch that you broke completely. You silently started to cry, and you did so for what seemed like an eternity until you felt two arms encircle your shoulders and firmly grasp you.

Knowing it was Billie, you attempted to shake her off of you like she was a parasite, but your body was too weak from crying, so you just sobbed more in frustration when you realized there was no way to get rid of her.

“I’m sorry.”

You were filled with even more pain when she spoke those words, knowing that no matter how hard she tried to change things for the better, it would never work out. Although your thoughts strayed to all of your previous arguments and how mentally exhausted they left you, you still wanted to think that she could change for the better.

Billie withdrew and longingly gazed into your eyes as you sniffed, "You should go."

"I can't live without you Y/N," Billie vowed.

You cupped her face, wiping a tear from her cheek with your thumb, and said, "It's what's best for the both of us—you and I both know it."

Billie gazed into your eyes for a considerable amount of time, and for a long moment there was silence—it was like you two were communicating only by making eye contact.

“Goodbye Y/N.”

You refused to give Billie a glance and instead focused on your nails until you heard the front door close, which indicated that she had left.

You slept with a cold spot next to you and an empty mind after that, hoping that Billie would eventually own up to her mistakes and return to complete each other's lives...

[infernalodie]

𝐍𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

“𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘦“

Inspo: Chris Brown - No Guidance

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!reader

Summary: Billie couldn’t help herself when it came to your taste. She didn’t care what you were doing, she wanted to taste you.

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), semi-public (?), and just smut throughout

Words 709

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Hi, everyone!”

The live chat was flooding with messages of your fans greeting you and exclaiming that they were first. You just watched as the onslaught of hearts on the side of the screen filled. A warm feeling grows in your stomach as you continued to greet a few people that popped up in the chat. Some were celebrities and others were just childhood friends that stuck around.

Fiddling with the bags of edibles, you propped your phone up on the headboard of the bed and sighed. “Alright, I’m bored so I’m live streaming. I might even preview some music for you guys to hear,” you announced, popping a gummy into your mouth and smiling. “How does that sound for you guys?”

Comments of approval were given as you closed the bag and placed it to the side. But you felt your eyes flicker shut with your hand grabbing the headboard tightly. Glancing up at the feed, you saw multiple fans asking, “You okay” or “Everything alright, girlie?”

A smile formed on your lips as you were glad the red lights above hid your blush and a majority of your face. “Yeah, I’m good, guys,” you reassured. “This edible is just stronger than I expected.”

Truth was, Billie was laid out beneath you with her face buried in your pussy. Lips latched around your clit and sucking ruthlessly as you did your best to act like nothing was wrong. When you were very much getting tossed into oblivion by your girlfriend, who was far too addicted to the taste of you. She’d put you in many of these types of scenarios.

One time, she had fucked you in a public bathroom just because she missed seeing her strap be swallowed by your pussy. Or the time she had snuck under the kitchen table whilst you ate with her parents and she ate you out. That may have been the most tortuous dinner ever in your life. But each time, you submitted to her willingly because she wanted to be the only source of sexual pleasure that would satisfy you.

Her tongue swiped through your folds before prodding at your clit. Flicking it over and over again until you felt your legs on either side of her head. Lips reattaching to your clit and sucking the bud. Her nail’s nipped at your bare thighs, giving just enough pain that is added to the heat between your legs.

Your hand threaded through her hair, balling a handful as you exhaled shakily. Looking back up at the live feed and saw many people questioning where Billie was and if she would be showing up.

Glancing down at Bille, she winked up at you, moving her fingers to push into your needy entrance. The intrusion made you exhale slowly. Forcing a smile towards the camera. “She’s currently eating.”

A giggle could be heard faintly, vibrating throughout your body and making your lips part with a whimper. Your hand shot up, covering your mouth with your eyes wide and focused on your reflection on the phone. The comments flooded with people asking if you were okay.

All you could do was slowly rock your hips, heart thundering against your chest as Billie thrust her fingers quickly. Curving and spreading perfectly that you had to knock over your phone over, causing it to land face down on the sheets. Both your hands threaded through Billie’s hair as you rode her face desperately. 

“Bil.” You whispered, biting down on your bottom lip. She latched her lips onto your clit, sucking feverishly as you gasped. The knot in your stomach had strained to an unbelievable rate and with one curl of her fingers, you fell apart.

Legs shaking on either side of her head, you let one of your hands cover your mouth. Moans muffled as you continued to ride Billie’s tongue, who moaned in approval. Tongue lapping up your juices until you were panting, eyes heavy and legs still shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm.

In your daze, Billie helped scoot you back before grabbing your phone and showing her face that still glistened with your juices all over her jaw and lips. She smiled cheekily at the camera.

“Just finished my dessert.”

[blackhill2245]

You jokingly call billie eilish

Crack fick ngl, billie x platonic fem reader

You do not have permission to repost, copy or translate my work.

I sighed in boredom. It was the middle of the summer holidays, and I had shit to do.

I've done all my homework, who the fuck gives homework over the summer? Anyway I've finished all that, and I've finished all my personal projects and I've painted and re did my room... twice!.

So I sat there scrolling on Instagram falling asleep, despite it being 8pm. I see all my friends out having fun on holiday and I'm here in shitty ireland, like how dull can my life be?

I groan about to throw my phone across the room, again, when I get an idea. I giggle to myself and lay on my belly, fliping through my contacts, deciding to ring celebrities and see what happens. I click on Taylor Swift. I don't like her music, but like I don't care. Anyway, I try calling her, but it instantly declines, so I try again, and I get an automated response saying I reached my limit. I groan, flopping back on my back and decide to see if anybody posted on their story in the two seconds I was away.

I rush past all the boring shit before seeing billie eilish posting about her dog shark. Suddenly, I had a light bulb moment, and I pressed on her profile and pressed DMs, I pressed call and waited.

Just as the call was going to end, it answered, "i pause for a moment shocked before belting."

"BE MY, BE MY BABY! MY ONE AND ONLY BABY!" I stop singing, looking at the phone wide-eyed and red in the face. I looked like a mess, having just woken up my hair everywhere. My makeup was ruined because I didn't take it off before I napped.

"What the fuck" I hear a man say as billie laughs turning red. "Well?" I'm not gonna lie I was sitting myself.

"Yo! What the fuck!" She laughs rolling onto her side and sitting up showing her brother Fineas in the background who looked confused.

I take a deep breath about to start singing again before billie interrupts me, thankfully.

"Yo, whyd you call?" She asks, recovering from her laughing fit she moves to sit next to Fineas.

"Girl, I was bored," I whine, not moving from my awkward position, I was sitting up, but my face was smashed into my pillow.

"You're gonna get your makeup all over your pillow," fineas notes, I shrug. "This shit doesn't come off, it's like.... water proof, " I try to think, but I just give up in the end.

"Hey, where you from?" I hear some commotion on the other end as billie leaves speaking as she walks away coming back with her spider, or teranchula, same thing.

"Ireland," I roll my eyes, "get me away from hear." I drag out the sentence rolling off the bed, showing how much I hated it here. "Didn't expect you to answer." I sigh, head crooked arms splayed out legs looking like a dead spider.

She laughs to herself, handing her spider to fineas, who looked like he wanted to throw the thing across the room. "I don't usually, but what's the harm?" I look off screen "hello little man" I coo sitting up my dog rocky cokes into my room, I hear billie asking who I'm talking too so I flip the camera to show him off.

We ended up talking for an hour before I had to go for dinner, yes I have dinner at 9 Sue me.

I was sad to end the call, but the billie said, "Sad you have to leave, girl, what your um oh wait here." I raised a brow, not understanding what she meant, but then I get a notification that BIlly_boy2901 started following you, "hey is that you?" I laugh at the name, "yea can't have people knowing about my secret account you know?" I Humm "smart" I sigh saying goodnight before we ended the call, for some reason I wasn't really in shock which I thought I would be, she seemed so normal I don't know I thought she would be different but whatever.

That night, I had dinner and went to bed. I talked to billie in the morning despite it being so late in America that she stayed up to talk. I smiled to myself, thinking about how sweet she was.

Girls, my first fiction, ahhahaha anyway, hope you enjoy ❤️

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[deep-fried-egg]

I’m writing. An entire Billie series.

[bishovadaughter]

If someone can make a one shot or something with billie inspired by lunch, i will appreciate A LOT, thank u so much ☺️

(tag me if somebody do/or all ready did it pls 🙏)

[angelsforthenight]

i could eat that girl for lunch… (ellie williams)

ways you can help gaza🇵🇸

summary: you post cute pictures on your story in the hopes of gaining a certain girl’s attention… luckily you get more than what you anticipated ;)

cw: mdni, fem!reader, texting, cunnilingus, desperate top!ellie, teasing sub!reader, cannibalistic metaphors, cursing, ellie is goofy lmao

you’re this close to screaming. the winged eyeliner on your left eye somehow keeps fucking up; either looking too splotchy or shorter than your right one. what’s pissing you off the most is the fact that you aren’t even going anywhere… getting all dolled up just to take it all off in 15 minutes, just to post cute little photos on your story and, of course, just to get her attention.

ellie williams. the name rolled off your tongue with such velvety sleek. every single one of your friends knows her name; has had to endure through your countless obsessive gushes.

you two had met during a party. having been in a drunken haze, you barely remember the first conversation that sparked such an interest, but you do remember her gin breath against your ear: asking/shouting, amidst the blaring music, if you had wanted to go somewhere a little more quieter. the night ended up in you being fingered in her car, before being driven back home by her. a freckle-faced angel in a leather jacket coated with small pins and badges. you were immediately hooked. but it’s been a week since then, and you two haven’t spoken. having achieved her number, you thought of messaging, but didn’t want to come across as desperate, even though you so were.

you thank instagram suggested for bringing you her account on a platter; being filled with niche, introverted posts of every cool-looking thing but her face. she doesn’t even have a “me” highlights! you can’t tell if her lack in posting her face is a blessing or a curse. so here you are, getting ready to post on your story since you followed her the day before. the skin around your eye is starting to sting by the amount of times you’ve been wiping and restarting your eyeliner. it needs to be perfect. you’ve orchestrated all this to be perfect. you take a deep breath and focus, striving to get the perfect wing.

“thank fuck.” you murmur under your breath once you finally get it right, before enveloping your lips in lipstick. you admire yourself in the mirror once done. you look fucking amazing.

since you spent way too long putting on your makeup, it wouldn’t be fair to yourself to only post one picture, so you post a couple. a mirror picture following up a layout of 4 images with the perfect song in the background. a little smile tugs at your lips as you replay the story two, three, four times before setting it on do not disturb and finding something else to do. your heart pounds at the thought of ellie seeing it, praying that she’ll interact. even a simple like will do.

after removing your makeup and getting into your pyjamas, you click on a movie to pass time, setting your phone on do not disturb. half an hour passes, and you’ve been neurotically checking your phone for a sign of ellie to appear on your notifications, but nothing. you check your story to see if she’s seen it but again, nothing. another hour passes, and you check for any sign of ellie. nada. look at my story, you freak! are the words etched in your head, words you wished you could telepathically scream at her. you remember you set your phone on do not disturb for a reason, so you place it far away and focus on finishing the film.

a while later, you’re slumped on your couch on the verge of falling asleep. the movie’s ended and it was so boring that you’re finding it hard to keep your eyes open. you decide to check your do not disturb notifications one last time before taking a nap, until your eyes fall on the name ‘ellie.’ you immediately jerk up, awake and alert: your thumb automatically pressing the notification centre so you can see what it reads.

seventeen minutes ago.

ellie liked your story

ellie liked your story

ellie replied to your story: doll face

ellie replied to your story: you need a seat? lemme volunteer 🙏🙏

a shit-eating grin lights up your face. fucking finally! not once but twice! you excitedly draw your knees up to your chest, eager fingers tapping away, ready to respond - regardless of how long you’d been waiting for her texts. play it cool….

y/n: hahaha thank u thank u <3

y/n: (replied) oh word?

you’re surprised and very happy when you see the ‘typing…’ your heart doing goddamn backflips.

ellie: wooooord

ellie: literally cannot stop replaying ur story… bring that over here 🙁

ellie: come over

!!! your heart sinks all the way down to your ass. the hell does she mean come over?

y/n: ur not serious lmaoaoaooa

ellie: i’m being deadass,,, come over.

you look at the time. it’s almost 1 in the morning.

y/n: idek where u live bru😭😭😭😭

y/n: if anything you should come over since you’ve driven me to my house b4

ellie: mmm nahhhh

you blink in disbelief when ellie sends her location over. she’s not kidding.

y/n: girl i look bummy… i don’t even have any makeup on anymore :< took it off

ellie: i really don’t care

ellie: plsplspsls come over

ellie: u won’t regret it……………. trust 🤓🤓

next thing you know you’re leaving your house in your plaid shorts and a silly graphic tee. thankfully, ellie only lives 10 minutes away, so you take a bus before walking up to her apartment.

y/n: i’m cominggg

ellie: LOL yeaa you will be coming real soon 😇😇😇

though you cringe at her text, your body betrays you; your stomach forming a deep pit. she’s so sultry and playful you don’t know even know what to think. and there goes your heart again, hastily beating away like there’s no tomorrow. you reach the door, a trembling hand raising up to knock.

“hi.” ellie beams, smiling like an idiot. her eyes seize you from head to toe, “nice fit.”

“told you i looked bummy...” you mumbled, trying your best not to seem nervous. ellie moves aside so you can come in. her apartment smells exactly like she does; that faint campfire scent, conjoined with a forest-ey musk. a forest fire you were more than willing to burn in.

“so…“ you begin, with nothing prepared to follow up after that.

“sooooooo….” ellie repeats blithely.

“it’s been a week since… you know…” you whisper, awkwardly shifting your legs.

“since…?” ellie blinks, furrowing her eyebrows. she’s taunting you, trying to play innocent when it’s pretty fucking obvious what you’re on about.

“the party.” you respond, entertaining her coyness for no reason.

“party?” ellie pretends to think, looking up at nothing. “oh!! yeah… jesse’s one.” she smirks.

you smirk back, furrowing your eyebrows in amusement. “you could do so much better at playing dumb, y’know…”

“you think so?” ellie narrows her eyes, tilting her head as she steps closer. the impish smirk on her face never leaves. she’s having fun. you both are.

“yup. for your own good, don’t choose acting as a career.”

“for my own good?”

“for your own good.” you haven’t even realised how close you two are to each other now, daring eyes locked with another pair of daring eyes. takes one to know one. a silence permeated with tension fills the room.

“c’mere…” ellie finally mumbles before cupping your face with both hands and bringing you in for a kiss. you’re quick to melt in her grasp, your hand finding it’s way to ellie’s hair, giving it a playful tight squeeze that elicits a quiet groan from her. her hands, those goddamn hands, then move to your waist, pulling you closer. you two don’t even waste time before you’re making out with such fervor. save the sweetness for later, it’s the hunger that’s on display for now. the memory of her lips were starting to slip away from your mind and you’re glad you’re here to reboot it.

once you pull away, ellie’s eyes drift to something behind you. you follow her gaze, only for your eyes to land on a chair in the middle of the goddamn living room. it’s so random that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

“why is there a chair?” you ask in the midst of your laughing fit. it’s not even that funny, but the laughing is helping with your nerves.

“it’s for you.” ellie giggles too, a light pink tint on her cheeks that’s hard to miss.

“me?” you blink rapidly, your gaze darting from the chair to ellie, “do i sit?” you ask stupidly.

“no, you stand.” sarcasm laces her tone, as she giggles a little more, “go sit.”

“don’t order me around like i’m your dog.” you respond playfully, but you do as she says. despite your ‘tough’ front, you’d do anything she’d tell you to. guess she was being literal about offering you a seat…

ellie grins down at you, angling your chin up so you’re looking at her. you can feel the heat start to prickle in your face, down your neck and pervading the rest of your body. her thumb traces along your bottom lip, slightly dragging it down. there’s that same darkened look she had back in her car, one that makes you feel so small.

“so cute… like a human deer.” she murmurs distractedly, almost like she’s talking to herself instead of you. your head grows fuzzy, blushing even more. you mindlessly squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the growing heat in between. ellie notices.

“you doing okay?” she softly asks, unable to mask the smug look on her face. you nod quietly. with her eyes kept on you, she lowers down until she’s on her knees, her smile growing. she kisses the top of both your kneecaps in such a tender way it sends tingles down your spine.

“can i eat you?” she breathes, her voice hollow and needy. it takes a second for those words to register in your brain.

“you…” you trail off. ellie’s gaze is very, very distracting. so intense and intrusive. she patiently waits for your answer, resting her chin on top of your knees. how can someone look so adorable and intimidating at the same time?

“please?” she adds, and you smile. a realisation has just dawned on you: you like to make her wait.

“eat me?” you cock your head to the side in feigned confusion. now it’s your turn to play dumb.

“yeah… like, your pussy.” ellie mumbles, becoming so desperate that it’s funny. she needed to be humbled at least a little. “i want a taste…”

“yeah?” you mock, and ellie’s face warps into a frown. “stop teasing me.”

“it’s only payback.” you shrug.

“for what?” ellie whines.

“for taking a week to text me.”

ellie stares at you for a moment. “then let me make it up to you…” her eyes travel down to your clamped thighs, wanting to open them up so bad. truth is, you’d let her devour you. chew you up like a deranged creature and watch her greedily lick the blood from her fingers. but teasing her was just so damn fun.

“aren’t your knees getting tired?” you tease, cupping the side of her face as she stares up at you with puppy eyes. it’s getting hard to resist. ellie immediately shakes her head.

“for you? never.” she whispers. your grin broadens in satisfaction. such sweet words. meaningless? maybe, but cute nonetheless.

“fine…” you sigh, leaning back and gesturing for ellie to go forth. ellie’s face lights up like a bulb, eagerly parting your legs. the movement makes you shiver, as you can feel the heated moisture of your arousal seep through your underwear. despite your shorts still being on, ellie’s lips travel up, both hands gripping your sides as her lips leave fond, wet kisses along your inner thigh. her teeth clench around the hem of your shorts, letting out a muffled chuckle as she playfully pulls your shorts down with her teeth. she’s kidding around but that’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen in your life.

you adjust your knees so that your shorts can be pulled down. you’re so wet your underwear is fucking see-through. you just know she’s about to say something.

“someone’s real excited-“

“shut up and keep going.” you hastily cut her off out of embarrassment. ellie laughs, glancing at you one more time before leaning back down again, dragging her ardent tongue up your inner thigh. you gasp quietly, and that little noise influences her to do more, letting out a sigh of her own; the sort of sigh you do when relaxing in a hot bath, or when pissing after holding it in for so long… like she’s needed this. you’re startled when ellie drags her tongue right in the center of your clothed heat, your breath hitching. you want more.

ellie’s teasing is relentless and mean. she sucks your clit through your underwear, eyes on you; observing the way your hips are desperately buckling up, the way your thighs are twitching.

“so mean…” you whine as ellie flicks and rolls her tongue against your underwear.

“did you want something?” ellie blinks. again with the coyness. you scowl and ellie grins in return.

“you can’t outdo the do-er, babe.” she chirps, pulling the drenched underwear off your legs. she opens your legs wide, staring at your pussy like it’s the best piece of artwork she’s ever seen. you can practically see sparkles in her eyes. you shiver when you feel her fingers pry your cunt open.

“so fucking hungry for you…” she whispers, her breathing shallow and her eyes glazed-over. she gets to work immediately, a firm trail up your vulva before kissing it with her lips. a fleshed moan doesn’t fail to escape your own lips, as your eyes flutter shut. of course she’d be good at this.

ellie moans too, gripping your thighs and pulling you closer, burying her face in between your legs as she goes to town on you. she’s moving like she’s starving, like she hasn’t eaten for weeks and has been presented with a banquet.

her lips tug at your folds, your pussy slick with a mixture of your arousal and her spit. every single time her lips hit your clit it elicits yet another strong reaction from you. she’s so vigilant that she’s quick to notice that that’s your most delicate spot, so she abuses it; kissing it and pulling on it, her head shaking as she pleases you with her tongue. you nourish her with hushed praises: ones like “yes, yes…” or “you’re doing so good” to keep her going. it fuels ellie like no other, and drives her to go harder, a little faster.

her movements are so consistent and perfect that you could froth in the mouth right here and now. you grip her hair tightly, and ellie adores it: groaning happily when you squeeze too tight. you mindlessly push ellie’s head closer to your pussy, feeling the tip of her nose buried in. your moans begin to crescendo. you’re in fucking ecstasy.

“getting close, are we?” ellie pants, her thumb rubbing your clit in slow, teasing drags as she resumes sucking on your cunt.

“i’m gonna cum… i’m cumming… e-ellie…” you babble, tears threatening to pour; and it isn’t just the eye tears we’re talking about here…

“yeah? you gonna let yourself go?” ellie stares up at you, her voice a little higher and breathier. her face is warped into one of pleasure, like she’s the one being fucked.

“yeah… please ellie, i’m really close…” you whine: barely coherent, light tears streaming down your face. ellie chuckles at how adorable you look, taking a second to appreciate how good you look when needy. she dives back in, her nails digging into your thigh as her mouth moves with the perfect vigour to push you off the edge. and oh, you do.

one last strong lick gets you off: your spine bending backwards, same as your head as you let out a strangled scream. you grip her hair tightly, your eyes momentarily rolling to the back of your head as ellie purposely continues to extend the high a little bit. eventually, she pulls back. the both are you are completely out of breath - huffing and panting like dogs.

you slump back in your chair, completely out of it and in a daze. ellie smiles.

“you okay?” she murmurs, appreciating your cute, spent look. you nod quietly in response.

“fuck, my knees.” she mumbles, before sitting back and stretching them. you laugh a little.

“there was no need for the chair.” you reply.

“i know… but i wanted to. it was hot.”

“it was.” you smile. you’re glad you decided to get dolled up for your story tonight.

a/n: i’m back! i’ve been so caught up in school that i haven’t been able to post fics as much but i’ll try 2 be more active :33 i’m absolutely obsessed with billie’s lunch so i made an ellie fic based off of it. hope u enjoyed and if u have any requests leave them in the ask inbox !!!

[juneberrie]

goodnight kisses

billie comes home to see you still awake

warnings : kisses obviously, fem!reader, literally just a ton of fluff. this is my first billie fic so i hope its good lmao

wc : [ 668 ] // billie eilish masterlist

billie worked late nights all the time. she was used to coming home long past midnight, especially when she had new songs to work on. but it was different now that she had you.

she had gotten used to coming home at a relatively normal time. she loved spending her nights with you, finally being to unwind and hold her girl.

this was one of those nights where she was stuck at the studio, recording and mixing one of her new songs. well past the time she normally arrived home, she unlocked the door and slipped inside. she kicked off her sneakers, pushing them off to the side before walking to the bedroom. she quietly pushed it open, expecting you to be fast asleep under the comforter. instead, she found you curled up on your side, scrolling through your phone with half-closed eyes.

when you heard the door open, your eyes quickly found your girlfriend standing in the doorway. you sat up, trying to rub sleep out of your eyes. "hi, bil," you said quietly, yawning.

she dropped her bag on the floor and made her way over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you close. she kissed your hairline and wrapped an arm around you. "hey, mama. why're you still up?" she asked, looking down at you. she glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the red numbers bright in the dark room. "it's like two am."

"couldn't sleep. was waiting for you," you yawned again, putting your head on her shoulder.

she chuckled quietly. "well, i'm gonna change and then we can go to sleep, yeah? how does that sound?"

you hummed and she kissed your hairline again. she gently moved your head onto a pillow and stood up, grabbing some sweats and a shirt before heading into the bathroom. she flicked on the light and left the door open the slightest bit. the harsh light from the bathroom cut a white streak across the dark room, criss-crossing with the soft, cozy stripes of moonlight coming from the blinds.

the door drifted open just a bit, and you could see her reflection in the mirror. she was leaned over the counter, brushing her teeth. she spit out the toothpaste and gargled some water before shutting off the tap and drying her face. she caught your eye in the reflection of the mirror and winked, smiling.

she turned the light off and crawled into bed next to you, pulling you on top of her. she yawned and slipped a hand up the back of your shirt, slowly tracing shapes on your skin. "g'night, baby," she hummed.

her eyes closed, but they quickly opened again when she felt you tap her collarbone. "you're forgetting something," you said quietly, smiling playfully.

"oh? and what would that be?" she grinned. she lightly traced the tip of her nail along your spine.

"my kisses," you reminded her.

she laughed softly, the sound echoing through the room. "right, right." she sat up, pulling you onto her lap. "sorry mama." she gently tilted your head up and smiled at you.

"you're really pretty," she whispered. she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the space between your brows. she kissed your left cheek, then your right, then she moved back and kissed your nose. she quickly leaned forward and pressed a short, sweet kiss to your lips.

billie's kisses always felt magical — they were everything you could ever ask for yet they always left you wanting more.

"i love you, mama," she said quietly.

you leaned forward and kissed her nose, then her forehead, and then her lips. "i love you too, billie," you smiled. she laid the two of you back down and stroked your hair with one hand, resting the other on your waist.

"g'night for real now, mama." she kissed your forehead one last time before drifting off to sleep. she loved getting to come home and just be with you, no matter how late.

[crazyoffher]

IMBECILE.

summary: billie's lack of attention toward you causes you to meet with a guy who tries to seduce you. then, does she finally give you attention.

warnings: smut (18+) — oral (r receiving), strap-on, dirty talk, jealousy, men, dom!b and sub!r, roughness, slight begging, slight angst, my writing.

word amount: 2900+

a/n: two posts in one day lesss gooooooo

“Baby, I think we should go.” You nudged Billie, who sat beside you and was too engrossed in her conversation with Claudia and Marinelli to have noticed your tired expression earlier. She turned to hear the sound of your voice, and you noticed how her eyes drooped slightly as well.

The party was a celebration event for one of Billie’s mutual friends from around four years prior, and you originally didn’t want to go. Maybe it was because of the dating rumors between Billie and this friend of hers at the time, but you blamed it on the lack of sleep due to your harsh job. Billie had begged you to accompany her, though, promising to leave around 11 p.m., but it was 1 a.m. and she was still sitting around the couch with her hand on your thigh.

“Ten minutes, please.” She begged you, ignoring your need for sleep as you had to go to work around seven hours later. You were ready to respond when Marinelli tapped on her shoulder, presumably to get her attention again, and she didn’t wait for an answer before indulging herself in the conversation she was previously in.

You sighed, your eyes drooping a little bit, and you knew that the earliest you’d be leaving was thirty minutes, not ten. Seeing a hand wave at you through your peripherals, you tilted your head to see Finneas waving you over from the barside, a drink set off to the side for you.

You moved Billie’s hand from your thigh, the girl seemingly not noticing, and you made your way over to Finneas, eyeing him tilt the drink toward the edge of the bar. You gave him a smile. “Love ‘ya, Finn.”

“Anything for my future sister-in-law.” You pushed his shoulder, taking the cup that was filled with ginger ale and wasting half the cup in one gulp. Bartenders and their ridiculous amounts of ice. “You tired?’

“A little bit,” you hovered your index finger over your thumb, giving him a visual to which he laughed at, “but Billie wants to talk to Marinelli and Claudia more, so I’m trying my hardest to not pass out.”

“I can give you a ride home if you want. Billie’s clearly not taking your own needs into mind.” Finneas offered. You waved him off, telling him it was fine and that you would just… sleep at your desk at work, finishing off the ginger ale and asking the bartender for a glass of water.

You and Finneas talked for a little, maybe five minutes, before he was hit in the head with a pingpong ball on purpose, a couple of his friends trying to catch his attention to get him to play. He turned to you, teeth flashing in a smile to try and get your permission to go, to which you just pushed him off the stool and he left you alone.

You loved Billie’s smile—a happy glint in her eye as she laughed at something Claudia said—but your admiration was disrupted when someone tapped you on the shoulder. Turning, you saw a man, 5’10 in height and dressed in all brown, giving you a smile and a tooth gem sitting on one of his front teeth. “Hey, pretty girl.”

He sat by you to your dismay, deciding not to retaliate at his comment. You were never good at dealing with guys (or girls) flirting with you; Billie usually handled it for you with an arm around the waist or a kiss to the cheek. “You’re dating Billie, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Well,” he turned his head, eyeing Billie and seeing her engrossed in a conversation, “she’s not looking, and I think you’re pretty fine. What do you say to me and you in the upstairs bathroom? It’s pretty big and soundproofed, if you know what I mean.” He sent you a wink, and the urges to throw up on him and throw your cup at him met together in your mind.

“I think I’m good.” You scooted away from him slightly, but he only moved his bar stool closer toward you. The bartender delivered your water, but you didn’t want to drink it anymore. “You sure, girl? I mean,” he said, planting his hand on your thigh, in the same position Billie had her hand on, “I can give you the pleasure; I’m almost positive Billie doesn’t give you any-”

“Says who?” You flinched at the familiar voice, whipping your head behind you to see Billie sending the man a death glare. “You don’t know shit, Markus. Come on.” She grabbed hold of your upper arm in a fierce grip, pulling you out of the bar stool and out of the house entirely. Her decency was still there in her mind to open the passenger door for you, but not enough decency as she slammed it shut in rage.

“Billie-”

“No.” She said it simply, her voice awfully calm, and you wouldn’t have thought she was so mad if she didn’t have smoke fuming out of her ears. The drive home was silent. You had decided not to try to talk to her because it would only break out into a major argument.

“Why didn’t you tell him to fuck off? Go and fucking chop his hand off of your thigh?” Her voice rang in your ears as you made it home, walking up the steps to the front door, when you heard the venom that swam through her tone.

“Don’t you go and start blaming me for this.” You fought off her words, or at least tried to. “None of this would’ve happened if you just kept your promise, and we would’ve left two hours ago! But no, it’s fucking one a.m. and you decided to not care about my needs—shit, Billie, I have to leave for work in five hours!”

“Get inside.” She demanded, ultimately shoving you inside the house when you decided not to do what she said. She turned on the light that was beside the front door, illuminating the front of the house and parts of the living room as well. “Don’t you touch me like-”

“Take off your clothes.” The finger you pointed in her direction dropped, and your eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Take off your clothes. I’m not gonna ask again.” Billie was already undressing, hanging her coat on the rack beside the door, and unbuttoning the dress shirt that you had requested she wear. Her hands traveled to her belt, unbuckling the leather fabric, and it was then that you snapped out of your trance. 

“No,” you hardly ever said no to her, and you said it for good reason. You were definitely into rough sex with Billie—more into it than anything else—but you knew that the more mature route was to talk out her rage, not fuck it out.

You knew you were right. Still, you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your mouth when Billie got you up against the wall. Her hand dug into your pants and underwear, her thumb slowly circling your clit with pressure that’d have you on the edge if she were to rub faster.

“No? Say that one more time for me, baby, and I’ll stop.” The hand that wasn’t cupped around your heat was unbuttoning your jeans button, giving her hand more mobility and allowing her fingers to dip down to your entrance. The tips of her fingers brushed against your hole, and you grinded against her hand in an attempt to get her to properly finger you.

“I’m not hearing you, love.”

“Don’t, d-don’t stop,” You stuttered out, your hands meeting her waist while you grinded into her hand. A smirk slithered it’s way onto her face, her index finger circling around your hole, making you whine out. She grabbed your hand from her waist and planted it against her crotch, your senses alerting you that she had a strap-on.

“You’ve had that on all night?” You met Billie’s gaze, immediately shrinking at how dark her look was. A smirk still sat on her face, and she licked her lips when you started to rub the silicone against your palm. 

“I planned on fucking you to sleep, but oh god, this is so much better. Isn’t it?” Her lips met yours, her hand leaving yours that was keen on rubbing her bulge and gripping the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into her as her movements on your clit fastened. You were a moaning mess, the sounds muffled by Billie’s tongue shoved into your mouth as she redirected the two of you to the couch, not once breaking contact.

You broke contact when Billie pushed you onto the couch. Her touch was more gentle compared to before, but you knew she still had steam to blow off. She settled in between your legs, her tongue licking at your hip while her hands moved to take off your jeans, her tongue moving down your right leg the further she took the fabric off of you.

The sight of you biting your lip, trying not to beg her while looking at her with doe eyes and your mouth agape, was something she would never tire of seeing. “You never fail to look so pretty—all mine and never anyone else’s.” Her voice contorted into a slight growl at the end, seemingly remembering why you were now submissive to her on the couch.

Despite the heat of the situation you found yourself in, a light blush tinted your cheeks at her praises, finding them sweet even if she was about to fuck your brains out.

“Now,” she crawled up slightly, her head inches away from your core and her hands gripping your hips where the hems of your underwear were, “I’ll show you the pleasure that fuckhead thinks I can’t give you, yeah?” You nodded vigorously, the two sharp, fang-like teeth that were biting down into your lip starting to draw blood as you waited for her.

Billie sat up, her ass resting on the balls of her feet as she took your underwear off, mouth salivating at the sight of your glistening core even in the slight darkness. Usually, she’d tease you and make you beg for her to put her tongue on your clit, but tonight she was too impatient and dove straight in.

Your hand flew to her hair, grabbing a bunch of it as you let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of Billie licking up and down your folds, the pressure of her tongue hardening as she’d flick over your clit. “Fuck!”

She removed her tongue from your clit, and you let out a distressed whine before letting out a shocked moan at the feeling of her thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit. Her tongue moved to your hole, licking around the area, making you buck your hips up against her face. You knew she was using her saliva as lubrication for the silicone, but it didn’t make the feeling any less pleasurable.

“Mmph, oh…” She ran her tongue over your entrance one more time before spitting on the area, and you’d hate to admit how hot the sight of that was. Your hips bucked up once more as she removed both her tongue and fingers from you, but you didn’t whine because you knew what was coming.

Billie pushed herself up on her elbows, leaning forward to capture you in a harsh kiss, and you could feel her hand travel to the silicone cock she had, not even aware she had taken her pants off. “Be a good girl for me and take all of it, okay?” She asked when her lips left yours, and you nodded with wider eyes than before while your teeth found your bottom lip again.

She crowded her face into your neck, bruisingly sucking on an area to make a hickey while she lined herself up against you. She bit your neck when she thrust her hips forward, filling you with half of the silicone, and you let out a pornographic (though true) moan at the feeling of the girthy, long cock stuffing into you.

“Shit, shit! Faster, please go faster.” You begged her; any self respect you had for yourself was thrown out the window when Billie thrust herself completely into you. Her attack on your neck continued while pumping in and out of you, starting out slow for your own sake but getting the memo to move faster when you hungrily humped against her cock, a desperate search for pleasure ensuing. 

She bit, nipped, licked, and sucked around the area on your neck before letting go with a pop, her eyes narrowing at the sight of a large, purple hickey right above your pulse point. She met your lips once more, and you barely kissed back from the daze you found yourself in, Billie’s hips now rocking back and forth impossibly fast.

“Oh, fuck. Look at you all wet and tight around me. My girl.” Billie purred, now sitting up on her knees, allowing her to capture your entire body in her line of sight. Your breasts jumped heavenly against the thin fabric of your shirt, and your head was thrown back, mouth open, because how else could you be letting out the moans that filled Billie’s ears better than any piece of music ever could?

“Shit!” You flung your head forward, strands of hair sticking to your face from sweat, and watched as Billie’s silicone moved in and out of you with ease. That feeling you knew all too well, one where a coil in your stomach was burning, had returned. With every thrust, you felt it was going to snap, and soon.

“God, how I’d love to add this sight of you,” Billie bent over slightly, her hand grazing your cheek and tilting your head to look up at her, “to my collection. How I’d love nothing more than to masturbate to a video of you writhing underneath me when I’m fucking you just like this.”

Billie videotaping the two of you being intimate wasn’t an uncommon experience, but she didn’t do it all the time. You allowed her to do it when she first asked you, and the sight of you in that moment, breasts on display and bouncing while your hair was messed up and covering your forehead, was a sight that Billie wanted to savor. And savor, she did that time, and another time, and another.

She originally brought the idea up because she missed you more than anything while on tour, meaning she missed your body and how you looked underneath her as well. So, when it was close to midnight and her brother and mother were out, she’d pull up the collection she made of you in her photos, and she’d happily finger herself at a video of you sucking off her silicone or getting rammed by it.

She stuck her thumb into your mouth, which you happily sucked on, biting down on it when you felt Billie hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. She groaned at the feeling of your teeth clenching around her finger because she was fucking you too well, and she could tell you were close to releasing when you started twitching.

“I know you’re close, baby, am I right?” Billie grabbed your left leg, pushing it up and over her ankle, allowing her to fuck you deeper and harder. You gasped around her finger, eagerly nodding at her words. You moved your right hand to brush the hair out of your face, holding yourself up slightly to watch as Billie slammed the silicone cock in and out of you with ease.

“Billie—fuck! I’m gonna cum; can I cum?” Desperation was more than evident in your voice, and you had been teased and forced to beg one too many times to the point where it was instinctive to ask for permission. Billie only grinned, resting the side of her face against your leg that was on her shoulder while she fucked into you, her eyes darkening as you held eye contact with her. “Billie, please!”

You felt the vibrations of her laugh travel throughout your leg, and you found yourself struggling to hold off the release you desperately wanted. With a bite of her lip, her eyes explored throughout your body, starting from her hips driving into yours up to your face, impatience clear in your narrowed eyes.

“You’ve been good. Cum for me, baby.” That was the only agreement you needed to loosen up, your orgasm hitting you hard from the delay, having you shaking and twitching under Billie. She pumped slowly in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm, her mouth salivating at the white substance that coated her silicone. She ran her index finger through your wet pussy before taking the collected cum and putting it into her mouth, sucking off your sweet juices considering pineapple was your favorite fruit.

With her adrenaline running out, Billie fell on top of you, her hands holding your waist while yours dug back into her hair, this time softly scratching her scalp. The silicone cock was still inside of you, and every slight movie Billie made had you twitching slightly, though you weren’t horny anymore.

With a yawn, you rested your head back on the couch, letting out content breaths. “You think I should call out of work today?”

“If I can keep you like this,” Billie’s arms fully wrapped themselves around your waist, her face burying into the cloth of your shirt, “then definitely.”

☟ ☟ ☟

(billie) taglist: @grandpatrolnut @annalestern @rhythm-catsandwine @jennas-10

[xoluvx]

May i request tipsy and want from the types of kiss list with Billie please?

of course <3

"we're acting like teenagers," you giggled as billie pushed you against the sink. something fell from the counter and you turned to look at it, but billie's hand was promptly on your jaw keeping your noses close.

"i'll clean it up later," she mumbled as your lips grazed. your lids fluttered at the warmth of her mouth. your lips fell open and she devoured them in a lustful flash.

she pushed herself closer knocking something over as one of her hands reached for the counter. you giggled again she looked at your with those beautiful glazed blue eyes. a mischievous smile on her lips.

you weren't drunk. you'd just had enough to be tipsy, but it was enough to cause the two of you to sneak away to the bathroom. she couldn't keep her hands to herself and you had to admit that all you wanted was to make out with her like your life depended on it.

you closed the gap again wrapping your arms around her neck pulling her even closer, lips colliding clumsily. you felt yourself growing more drunk, but it was only the intoxicating taste of her tongue pushing on yours. her hand digging into your hip, her thigh wedged between your legs. she was intoxicating.

prompt list

[moonxytcn]

Fem reader with billie! She does another vaniety fair interview and they ask her if she's in a relationship and she talks about being in a relationship with a woman for the first time (us)❤️

the same interview

Billie Eilish x fem!reader

summary – billie talks about you in her interview.

warnings – fluffy

word count – 369.

a/n – Thank you for the request and sorry for the delay 😅 I intended to follow the entire interview but gave up halfway hahah

English is not my first language so there may be some errors.

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Sitting in the chair and watching Billie prepare for the interview, you feel happy to be accompanying her this time. You've been in a relationship for exactly one year, and whenever you can, you accompany Billie to her interviews. This is one you managed to attend. The same interview she does every year for Vanity Fair.

"This thing is huge." Billie says, holding the clapperboard. "Doing this again." she sings, smiling, and taps the top of the clapperboard.

Smiling softly at her when she glances at you, you blow her a kiss, which she pretends to catch in the air and places her hand on her heart, smiling at you.

What's your name?

"My name is Billie Eilish," She says, smiling at the camera. "October 18, 2024."

How old are you?

"Twenty-two."

How many Instagram followers do you have?

"One hundred and nineteen million Instagram followers."

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Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend now?

"Yes, I do, actually." She says, slightly embarrassed and with a huge smile on her face. "I am so excited and happy about it. I mean, it's my first official relationship with a girl, and we're out to the public, and man, she's amazing. Have you seen her? She's like the most beautiful girl in the world." She says, looking from the camera to you, and you just smile emotionally and mostly happy because Billie makes you the happiest person. "And I got her, all by myself." She says passionately. "At the moment, she is the most important person to me, she is my world now. I love you, baby."

"I love you too." You say softly to her, but you know she heard. Billie smiles and turns to continue the interview.

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When the interview ends, Billie gets up from the chair, and you practically jump from yours to run into her arms, hugging her and pressing your lips against hers in a kiss full of love.

"I love you. God, I love you so much, Billie. You literally make me the happiest person in the world." You tell her, looking into her eyes.

"The same, princess, I love you so much." Billie says, leaving one last kiss on your lips before you both leave.

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 || 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

“𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦”

Inspo: Tory Lanez - The Trade

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!reader

Summary: There was a line drawn in the sand, but Billie had a tendency to not follow the rules.

Warnings: Masochist, a rather rough fuck, sub!Billie, Dom!reader, dacryphilia, strap-on, overstimulation, brat taming, and degradation kink

Words: 1241

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

"You're such a dirty slut, babe." You breathed, hips snapping and meeting Billie’s ass that was blooming a bright red from your slaps. Your merciless assault was unforgiving and unapologetic, something Billie couldn't stop getting enough of. Especially because of the position she had been forced in.

Her chest and face pushed harshly into the couch with her ass up in the air, legs trembling and threatening to give out. The only source of support coming via from your hands that held her hips firmly. Never showing any relent of easing your grip or flipping her over to let her rest on her back. She didn't deserve that pleasure, all she deserved was a rough and harsh fucking until she was dumb.

This was what you both wanted and needed after the long and stressful day you both had. Going to photoshoots with the other girls and the certain attitude and mood that Billie decided to take up today and the past few months. Being unusually snappy and a brat that clearly didn't know the lines that you have drawn in the sand over the months of you two dating. Not only did she decide to be a bitch, but she’s been teasing you for a month. Holding out on the one thing you wanted and you knew she needed. And to add salt to the wound, she laughed in your face about it, loving the anger it brought.

She knew what she was doing when that happened and she knew one of the girls would witness her getting her brains fucked out of her. But she couldn't even try and protest against it as each sentence she tried to formulate, fell as slurs and drools of spit falling from her lips. Truly being fucked dumb.

A sick and evil laugh escaped your lips as you continued to fuck her, angling your hips and going even deeper. The tip of the dick smashed against her cervix, and you were rewarded with a pornographic moan. "Oh, now you got nothing to say, my dumb, dumb slut?" Cruelty was your specialty in bed and everything about it was welcomed by Billie. In your words and actions. But the way you called her your dumb slut, a smile and far too seductive for a person to handle, it nearly set her off.

One specific collective of thrusts had caused Billie to silently scream. Hands desperate to try and push you away, the silicone dick hitting so deep inside her it had her in a panic. A painful yet overwhelming wave of pleasure pooled from her stomach and slithered all the way down to her pussy. Leaking and smothering the strap and creating a sticky and drooling aroma. Eyes rolling back as she choked on her breaths, she was sure she was dancing on the edge of death at this point. Just from your relentlessness with the strap and the overwhelming power you had over her. Something about that just could set her off sometimes.

"B-Baby, please- Oh, fuck!" Billie screamed as her walls tightened around the plastic dick. But with you never relenting, the orgasm came down hard and ended up with her shaking profusely. Flailing her arms and legs about, wanting to get free, needing just a moment to breathe. Choking on her breaths and words as tears streamed down her cheeks. But you didn't stop even when you saw the tears your girlfriend shed. Why would you? This was her punishment. Overstimulating her and making her sore enough to stay in bed with you was the plan. Anything to keep her away from doing any more dumb stuff.

When her 8th- 9th? Billie wasn't sure how many times she had climaxed, but after, an arm wrapped around her stomach and pulled her. Pussy and body quivering with the new angle causing her to slide down onto the cock. Legs completely devoid of strength with only both your arms around her stomach holding her. Keeping her back pressed against your fresh sheen of sweat chest, lips ghosting over her pulse point on her neck.

You were careful and slow with your hands that moved methodically along Billie’s stomach. Dragging the tips of your fingers just barely over her skin, goosebumps erupted across her body with a very noticeable shiver running through her body. A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you nipped at her earlobe. "You are doing so good, baby." You praised, running your left hand between the valley between Billie’s breast and landing around her throat. Fingers formed around it perfectly, like it was where your hands were built to be.

The sound of sniffling and ragged breaths caused you to perk up. Seeing only the tiniest of a glimpse of Billie crying, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot as the pleasure and overwhelming and painful sensitivity had brought her to this. And the sight alone had you carefully pulling out of her - ignoring the needy whine that left her - and laying her down on the couch. "Don't cry, my baby. You break my heart when you cry." You whisper, reaching down and brushing your knuckles over her cheeks. Ridding her of the tears that stained her cheeks as she whimpered under your touch.

Despite the clear unfinished situation you two were in, you knew she needed a breather. Just one to get a hold of her mind and to just give her pussy a rest. And you were willing to wait, no matter how beautiful it looked with her cum leaking from her folds and sticking to her inner thighs. "Are you okay, baby?" You whisper as the girl reaches aimlessly towards the table to ground her. Clearly still in a daze and getting ahold of her reigns once more. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you grabbed her hand and interlocked your fingers with hers. "Can you give me one more? That will be it and then we can go to bed."

Your offer was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have. Billie knew this but always loved trying to push her luck with you. Wondering even despite her brattiness earlier today and the last few months, if you would be lenient with her. "You- You have to let me wear the strap." Billie panted, hooded eyes staring up at you. You raised a brow, the corner of your lips turned upwards at the catch of the little decision you two had to make.

What scared her was the sudden laugh that left you. It was heartless. Evil even. And when she least expected it, your hips bucked forward with the dick slamming into her. A cry escaped her lips as she felt your lips kiss away the tears that slid down her cheeks.

"Did you really think I would give you that chance?" You whispered as Billie looked up at you with something close to fear. That only solidified when your lips formed an evil grin and you thrust into her again. Inhaling deeply at the moan that escaped her as you sat up. "Oh, baby. Your punishment is for me to fuck you until you can't think. And as far as I can see..."

You drew in closer until your lips ghosted over hers. A darker look in your eyes than she had seen only hours before you commenced her punishment. "You seem perfectly capable for another round."

[switchbladekillerqueen]

this should be on hit me hard and soft cover 🦋

[avrmee]

Hii, if you're comfortable, I was wondering if you could please write a billie eilish x reader (preferably fem!reader if you feel comfortable, but gn would be good as well!), could it be reader with anxiety who like picks the skin of her lips off or her skin around her nails and arms, and billie trys to stop her from doing those things by like hand holding or letting reader play with her rings, or anything like that!? 💐❤️‍🩹

Rings- Billie Eilish

Summary: Billie helps you break a bad habbit

Warnings: mentions of blood, skin picking, some swear words

"I was thinking that we could maybe add a higher pitched note there" Billie suggested to Finneas.

You were sitting next to her, biting your nails and the skin around it. It was like a coping mechanism for you and most of the time you don't even realize it.

You winced in pain when you accidentally bit too much skin. The tip of your finger already bleeding.

"You okay?" Billie asked as she turned her head to look at you. "What happened to your finger?" Finneas asked when he saw the blood on your finger.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just bit it too hard" you said with shrug. "You bite your nails?" Billie asked you with furrowed brows

"Yeah, but I don't realize it half the time" you said. "Well stop it. You're hurting yourself when you do that" Billie said and took your hand in hers.

"I can't help it" you said. "Well then I'm going to help you. Play with my rings or fingers or whatever but don't bite your nails okay baby" Billie said and put her hands on your lap.

While Finneas and her were recording, you were playing with her rings. You realized that it actually helped.

And you started doing it everywhere. Now you play with her rings without even noticing it.

It's very short and rushed ik and I'm sorry but uni is really kicking my ass. But I try just for you guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Have a nice day❤️❤️

[naturesapphic]

May I request a reder billie fic.

Billies family doesn't trust R. But one day they secretly see billie taking care of reader who is really tired and sad (homophobic parents)

So they take her in ?

Trust

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, billies family being unsure of reader, homophobic parents, Billie being the sweetest girl in the world

You were impatiently waiting for your girlfriend to pick up the phone as you were sitting on the curb in front of your old house. You were trying to contain your sobs when your girlfriend’s beautiful voice came through the phone. “Hey baby you okay?” She asked.

“My parents k-kicked me o-out!” You sobbed out and Billie sighed sadly. “Don’t worry I’ll be there in five babygirl.” She said and hung up the phone. You tried to contain your tears but they kept flowing like a river. Five minutes later Billie came rolling up in her car and she immediately ran out over to you. “Babygirl what happened?” She asked as she pulled you in her arms.

“M-my parents k-kicked me o-out! T-they know about u-us because I told t-them and they said that t-they d-don’t wanna s-see me e-ever again…” you sobbed out and Billie felt her heart break into pieces at your words. “Baby…im so sorry…come on. We are going to my house.” She stated as she helps you stand up but you gave her a unsure look. “But Billie…your family doesn’t like me…” you said sadly.

“They do…they just…they are scared that you are just using me or will hurt me. Which I know none of those things are true. They will come around I promise.” Your girlfriend reassured you and you nodded your head slowly. Billie opened the passenger door for you and helped you inside before closing it and going in the drivers side. She started her car and drove the both of you to her house. She parked in front of her house and looked over at you, feeling your nerves radiating out of your body.

Your girlfriend put her ring covered hand on your warm thigh and gently squeezed it. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ll be right here.” She said and leaned over to place a soft kiss on your lips as you smiled against her and pulled away. “Let’s go babygirl. You must be exhausted.” She said as she got out of the car and went to your side and helped you out. She placed her arms around your waist as y’all walked up to the door as Billie unlocked it. Y’all went inside and walked by the kitchen.

Her family gave you small unsure smiles as y’all walked by and went into the living room. She told you to sit and rest while she goes and grabs your things from her car. Of course you weren’t sure of it and asked her if she needed help but she denied and told you to rest. You laid down on the comfy couch while your girlfriend grabs your things and puts it in her room. After a few moments, she was done and went to tell her family what happened. They were very unsure about it and said that they would think about it.

So Billie went back to the living room to see you laid out on the couch but you weren’t sleeping, just simply laying there awake with a sad look all across your face. “Hey pretty girl. You okay?” She softly said as she kneeled down near your face and tucked some hair behind your ear. Your lips trembled as you shook your head no. You started to cry and Billie got up to sit beside you and pulled you into her arms as she shushed you quietly. “Hey hey…everything is gonna be alright princess. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere I promise.” She reassured you once more.

“Come on princess. Go to sleep. Here you can even climb in my lap and sleep in my arms. I know that’s where you feel most comfortable.” She said and you immediately got into her lap and hid your face in her chest as she holds you close to her. She ran your fingers through your hair as she softly hums her song “I love you.” To you to help you fall asleep. Which worked because before the song was over Billie could hear soft little snores coming out of your mouth. She smiled to herself and saw her family watch from afar and give her two thumbs up which signaled that you could officially stay with them however long you need you. Billie couldn’t wait to tell you when you wake up.

A/n: hey anon I hope you enjoyed this and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too! I have many more Billie stories coming out soon and mommy!billie too :) remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all :)

[fictionalwh0ree]

bodyguard x billie?

tinted windows- billie eilish

summary: you get hired as billie’s bodyguard, but an extreme situation leads to a steamy meeting in her car.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none

billie eilish masterlist | main masterlist

by the age of 20, billie eilish had become one of the most successful people in the music industry, with millions of fans and billions of streams. she posts on social media frequently and loves interacting with her fans. from the outside looking in, she had a perfect life. however, this was not the case. as with any celebrity, she had haters. these haters would spend hours tweeting and commenting terrible things about her, threatenening her, even going so far as to try and find her favourite spots and home address. she had maintaned her home address a secret and although she had to be careful, she had managed to live at home alone safely.

however, this all changed when she received a text message, directly to her phone, listing her home address, her brother’s address and a couple other personal things, topped off with a disgusting hate comment. the one time phone number used was untraceable, leaving billie vulnerable. that’s where you came in.

billie hated the idea of a full-time bodyguard. ‘i don’t need babysitting,’ she would say. she had bodyguards with her when she was at events and concerts and she was fine with that. but at home? she hated the idea. she begged her family to let her move in with them or to just buy another house, but no one budged. so monday morning at 9 am sharp, there was a knock on her door.

from the other side, billie looked at her parents reluctantly but they pushed her to go open it. she pulled open the door, immediately greeted with two tall bulky men dressed in all black. they stepped inside but said no words. once they had moved, you stepped into sight. your hair was down and you wore a tight black tank top with black pants, cinched at the waist by a black belt. you stood firmly, not meant to say anything yet.

unknown to you, billie was shocked. when you walked inside her house she coudn’t help but stare, eyes trailing over your body and thoughts going wild.

“ms. eilish, this is y/n y/l/n, your new full time bodyguard. she is to be with you at all times,” one of the bodguards spoke, voice deep and monotone.

“even when i’m getting dressed? or in the bathroom?” billie said defiantly but jokingly, earning a slap on the arm from her mother and met with absolute silence from the bodyguards.

“we’ll go over some ground rules,” he said finally.

for the next four minuted and seventeen seconds, he droned on and on about the tiny technicalities, the ones that had been ingrained in your memory from training.

“lastly, to the public eye, she is to present herself as your friend. keep it that way,” the bodyguard warned before leaving the house.

billie’s cheeks flushed red as she tried to figure out if it that was procedure to say or if it was that obvious that she found her bodyguard attractive. the more she thought about it, the more she hated herself for it.

god, what a cliche, she said to herself.

you shook hands with her parents, brother and brothers girlfriend before going to billie. you offered her a smile and she returned it, shaking your hand as well. your eyes locked and you held the eye contact, only interrupted by two loud thuds. you turned to see what it was and were met with the face of one of the bodyguards who dropped your two duffel bags on the ground.

billie sprung back to life, offering to grab your bags, but you politely declined, picking them up and waiting for directions.

“here, let me show you your room,” she said.

you nodded politely, following her through the large house, billies dogs at her feet. soon, you arrived in an empty guest bedroom. it wasn’t overly large but was spacious, decorated in a minimalistic and clean way, pops of colour coming from the paintings on the wall and the plants that sat on the dresser and bedside tables.

you set the bags down and billie excused herself, letting you unpack. you put all your clothes and toiletries in place and just as you finished, you heard a knock on the door. you opened the door to see maggie and billie standing there.

“hi,” maggie smiled.

“billie’s going to the grocery store and…” she began, nudging billie and looking at her expectantly.

“well, you need to come… right?” she said awkwardly after clearing her throat, her eyes avoiding yours.

“yes, let me just get dressed,” you answered.

they closed the door again and you changed into a more comfortable outfit. you grabbed a bag before going back down the stairs. you saw billie sitting on the couch

maggie shut the door and you heard their footsteps as they went down the stairs. you changed into a more casual outfit, making yourself look more like someone billie would actually hang around. once you were ready, you went downstairs, spotting billie sitting on the couch. you cleared your throat as you approached her, causing her to jump slightly before getting up to grab her keys. you followed her to her car before getting in the passenger seat. the drive was short and silent, and just as she got out of the car she put a pair of sunglasses on and put her hood up, an attempt at a disguise. you put on your own pair of sunglasses and followed her into the store.

you followed her around the store for about fifteen minutes, watching her check each grocery off her list. the conversation between you two came naturally, but it was mostly small talk as you were trying to keep up the appearance of being friends, despite only having met a couple hours prior. everything was going smoothly, the store was practically empty since it was a tuesday morning. however, everything began to go downhill when you received a call.

you reached into your pocket to pull out the phone that was buzzing incessantly, the call coming from one of the other people working for billies security. he relayed the message that someone had snapped a picture of her and posted it on twitter, a crowd had begun to form outside the store. you let billie finish her groceries, keeping your eye out for anyone who was staring for a little too long. she reached the cash and the cashier began to scan her stuff.

“excuse me,” you said abruptly, your eyes flickering between the middle aged employee and the fast growing crowd of people outside, “can i speak to your manager?”

billie gave you a confused look, clearly not having noticed the fans. she watched you carefully as you explained the situation to the manager, quickly catching onto what was going on. she clicked her tongue and sighed, letting her head fall back in frustration. the manager, who thankfully was very understanding, lead you towards the back door, billie in between the two of you. as you approached the door, the manager smiled and said goodbye. you switched spots with billie so she would be behind you and slowly opened the door. you looked both ways before giving her a slight tug. the two of you stood there for a moment before billie broke the silence.

“how are we supposed to get to my car?” billie asked.

“there’s backup on the way. we just have to wait,” you said.

billie clicked her tongue in annoyance, groaning loudly.

“i’m so tired of this,” she said, “i just wanna get to my fucking house.”

you stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. a moment later she muttered something under her breath.

“fuck this.”

in a second, she started sprinting into the parking lot. you ran straight after her, but she quickly became lost in the sea of people. they had begun to crowd around her, her short stature not helping you. you called her name over and over as you searched the crowd, walking in the direction of her car, but the sound was just blending with that of her fans as they did the same thing.

you remained calm and vigilant. as you looked over the crowd, you finally saw her bright red roots shining through. you got close to her.

“billie,” you shouted.

her eyes shot up in your direction and you could sense the regret, her eyes pleading for help. you reached out to her and she grabbed your hand. the fan that had been closest to her was enraged. her eyes locked with yours and you could see the anger in them, she probably thought you were another fan. you had become competition.

“NO,” she yelled, grabbing billies other arm.

she yanked billie hard towards her, but your grip was tight and you were stronger than her. you gave billie a firm tug back, her arm slipping from the fans grip and sending billie straight into your chest. she wrapped her arms around you, her head hidden. you put an arm around her and lowered your head to her ear.

“give me your keys,” you said.

for a moment, you both stood there, unable to do anything. your free arm was extended outwards, keeping people from getting too close. she handed you her keys, her eyes looking up and locking with yours. a pinkish tint had covered her cheeks and she looked away quickly, accidentally tucking her head right back into your chest. she quickly realized what she had done and her once pink cheeks were now flushed red. her eyes avoided yours at all costs. suddenly, you remembered what you were supposed to be doing. you let your arm fall from her body but grabbed her wrist instead, beginning to walk towards her car. you pushed your way through the crowd, finally reaching the car. you unlocked it and opened the door ever so slightly.

“get in,” you said, still shoving other people away.

you pulled the door open a bit more but someone behind you shoved you in before you had the chance to let her in. you sat in the drivers seat, your hand still holding billies wrist. the crowd was getting more and more rowdy, the people all worried they wouldn’t be getting their photo with the star. you didn’t have time to get out of the car and walk her to the other side so you did the only thing you could. you have billie a hard pull and she almost fell onto the floor, but landed on your lap as well. you slammed the car door shut and locked it. your breathing was laboured and you ran your hands through your hair, your eyes shut as you tried to catch your breath.

your eyes fluttered open seconds later and that’s when you realized billie was still on your lap. her legs were on either side of yours, straddling you. she was looking down at you, you couldn’t avoid her eyes. they held such a different kind of power than they did when she was looking up at you in the crowd. now they looked assertive, dominant. she knew what she wanted. what she wanted was you, and she was ready to do anything to get you.

“billie,” you muttered, only then realizing how close your faces were.

she smiled shyly, leaning in a bit, but not closing the gap. you could feel her lip brushing against yours ever so slightly. you leaned forward hesitantly, kissing her gently, and all you could think was

thank god for tinted windows.

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