#FINNEAS

[mrs-stans]

Musician and producer FINNEAS left a comment on a Sebastian Stan video from THR’s Actors Roundtable: “What if they let Sebastian talk”

[saltair-and-webweaves]

Words from the mouths of babes, promises ocean deep. But never to keep.

@inanotherunivrse/cocaine jesus - rainbow kitten surprise/fredrick backman, us against you/i lost a friend - finneas/poem - langston hughes/ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous/the underrated heartache - rupi kaur/@sarakleijn/unknown/motion sickness - phoebe bridgers/ @honeytuesday/saw ur mom at the grocery store - abby cates/louise glück, seizure/@thundersoon/ bronze - the regrettes/ritika jyala, the world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire/i still forget we’re not even friends - trista mateer/the light that shines when things end - anonymous/couch sleeper, unknown site/ @saltair-and-palemoonlight/i lost a friend - finneas/dear friend, - dayglow/peter - taylor swift

Requested here

[partyfavorr]

on irreversable love

Song Credits: Die Alone, FINNEAS // Graceland Too, Phoebe Bridgers // ur so pretty, wasia project // Kaleidescope, Chappell Roan // My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski // Sofia, Clairo // j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you), Delaney Bailey // Pancakes for Dinner, Lizzy Mcalpine // Everyone Adores You, Matt Maltese // Birds of a Feather, Billie Eilish // So American, Olivia Rodrigo // Glue Song, Beabadoobee feat. Clairo // Halley's Comet, Billie Eilish

Painting Credits: unknown // unknown // Red Almond Blossom by Vincent Van Gogh // unknown // Crested Butte Sunflowers by Laura Reilly // unknown // Rural Landscape by William Kay Blacklock // unknown // The Seine at Argenteuil by Claude Monet // Thrift, Priest's Cove, Cornwall by Mark Preston // unknown // unknown // unknown, John Singer Sargent

if you have any of the names of the paintings, please dm me or send me an ask!!

[spidermartini]

Billie endorsing Kamala Harris and reminding everyone to REGISTER TO VOTE.

[luvstarss]

Clingy

Billiexreader

Warnings:None!

Billie had never been a super clingy person.She loved physical touch and had always been super affectionate but she never came across as clingy but recently I feel as though she’s attached to my hip.Im in our kitchen quietly humming along to the music coming from the TV as I cook me and Billie vegan burritos.

I jump slightly as I feel a pair of hands slither around my waist from behind “you scared me”I giggle . She hums contently as she rests her head against my back “you hungry?”I say as I stir the contents in the pan .She just nods as she nuzzle her head now into the crook of my neck “did you end up having a nap this morning?”I hum as I plate up our food “mhm”she whispers as she plants a soft kiss on my neck. “I’ve missed you”she whispers.

“I know works had my ass recently”I agree as I begin to plate up our food . She peppers soft kisses on my neck “cmon sit down let’s eat”I smile as we sit down and I put the plate in front of her at the other end of the table. “Can I sit next to you?”she says softly . I give her a look but non the less I move her plate next to me .

She comes and sits next to me as she continues to eat her food her head rested on my shoulder “are you okay baby?”I whisper as I scratch her scalp softly . She nods as she finishes up eating “promise?”I say “yeah”she whispers as she kisses my cheek quickly then gets up and clears our plates.

Me and Billie eventually settle down on the couch she’s laid buried into my chest as I run my finger up and down her spine. “B?”I whisper “you sureeee you’re okay?”I add softly as I continue my movements “just stressed with the album and shit”she hums as she watches tv.

“Take a few days off”i reply as i brush her blonde hair out her face “i can’t too much planning for tour “she huffs “Billie “I say . She looks up at me “you deserve it “I whisper as I kiss her forehead . She just shrugs and gives me a look of hesitance “I’ll call Finneas and let him know now cmhere”I smile as my grip around her tightens.

[thejinxmaster]

Photos of Actors/Actresses wearing Red Pins calling for a Ceasefire

[karaeilishh]

ᝰ.ᐟ your camera roll if you were billie’s gf xmas/birthday edition

⊹₊⟡⋆ photos she sends you:

b: hi mamas miss u SO much. facetime? please please

: miss me?

b: don’t fucking tease me, baby.

…

b: yes i DO miss u. i need to hear ur voice

b: and moans

⊹₊⟡⋆ photos you take:

"your gallery has more of my photos than your own" she giggles every time you take a picture of her.

"you just haven't seen my hidden photo folder"

"im sorry?"

…

"show me."

⊹₊⟡⋆ photos finneas sends you:

f: she just spent several thousand dollars on your gift

: she did WHAT

…

f: don’t tell her i told you. she’s happy rn

⊹₊⟡⋆ shark:

b: LOOK AT MY BABY

: cute!

: but i thought i am your baby

b: u are. but not as much baby as he is

…

: bye

a/n - idk what is it but i love ittt. cute

tags - @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough, @n0vabug, @bxllxeb

[userbillieeilish]

BILLIE EILISH hmhas tour x Rogers Arena x Vancouver

[chrissv4mp]

october 22

the bedframe creaked. music leaked in through the small crack in the door. the headboard hitting the wall with each rough movement. his hands were all over you, lips caressing your skin so softly, a large contrast to the way he pounded into you. his eyes never left yours, pupils dilated and wild.

you don't know how you even got in this situation. it was a small party for his album release, a private one just for close friends and some family, but somehow you both had stumbled down the hallway and into his room, which reminded you of another thing. the door wasn't locked, and it was open just the tiniest amount. but, still, anyone could walk in. the idea only made your situation hotter, the thrill making adrenaline pump through your veins.

his hair was messy, but you didn't mind because it was your doing. you didn't care if he still had to go out there and greet people. your hands resided at his back now, clawing at his soft skin and leaving marks that would for sure ache afterwards. he sucked in a breath as you clenched around him, hips stuttering for a moment as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. his soft moans and breaths fall right into your ear, giving you access to even the smallest sounds that would leave his lips.

"close?" he slurs, eyes rolling back as you buck your hips in time with his thrusts. you stutter something, followed by a hum as your nails dig deeper into his skin, "need you to cum with me, baby." he speaks softly, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to your own lips, swollen from biting them over and over again, "my present. please?"

"fin—fuck." you sigh, toes curling as your body convulsed beneath his own. one hand leaves his back, coming up to pull at his hair, eliciting a string of moans that consisted of your name and pleas for you to cum with him. your dress was bunched around your waist, his hands keeping it from falling and denying him access to your sweet pussy, "the—mm.. door."

he shakes his head, clearly not giving a single fuck if someone saw or not. his family knew not to come in without knocking, and his friends definitely would think twice before even grabbing the doorknob. you clench tighter around him, and when one of his hands comes down to circle your clit, you finally break with a loud moan. it was definitely heard from outside of the room, but all that was running across your mind at the moment was finneas. finneas. finneas.

his own orgasm hits him like a train, stars flashing behind his eyelids as he grunts softly, hips slapping against yours and creating a rhythm. all that he can speak is your name, his mind solely on you as he feels your grip on his hair tighten, nails dragging down his back again as the feeling starts to become too much. the door creaks, but neither of are really in the right headspace to even hear it.

"oh shit."

billie nudges you with a cheeky smile on her face, watching as you comb your fingers through your hair in an effort to make yourself look a little more presentable. she snickers, and that's when you finally give her the satisfaction of a small glance, "my brother, huh?" she giggles like a little girl, an emotion hidden in her eyes that you can't quite catch.

"shut up." you whisper, rolling your eyes as your face flushes a deep shade of red. you cross your arms over your chest before looking away. as you do, though, you feel billie come closer, her hands snaking down your waist and tapping the thin fabric of your dress. she scoffs, her lips dangerously close to your ear. your eyes stay trained on finneas as he talks to rat, laughing along with the boy as he sips on his drink.

"gettin' the best of both worlds, isn't that right?"

@sturnl0ve @eilishslut @zayluvss @hrtsdollie

KINKTOBER

[charbroiledchicken]

everyone say thank you arcane music directors

[freshxsturniolo]

billies braids - billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings : just pure fluff.

a sigh vibrated through your girlfriend throat as she sat on the floor in front of you, you hands in her hair. she was tired. so tired. she had warned you that until her body was back in the routine of being on tour, the first few weeks where always tough on her. she had been pacing around backstage when you emerged in the small dressing room after using the bathroom, not realising that she was back from soundcheck.

"bills?" you had said, and her head whipped to you immediately.

"hey baby" she smiled, walking over to you and immediately engulfing you into a hug. you knew right there she needed a minute. she needed your touch, your comfort.

"whats wrong?" you asked, her chin resting on your shoulder, but she pulled straight up and looked at you with a smile.

"nothing, im okay."

you gave her a look, and she had rolled her eyes playfully before pulling away from you and walking across to the mirror, double checking her outfit. you didn't speak, giving her a minute to compose herself as you went to sit yourself down on the small couch, before there was a knock on the door and her tour manager walked in. billie smiled, but you could see in her eyes she wanted some peace and quiet before going on stage. as her tour manager had perched herself on billies dressing table, you had caught billies eye for just a second, but it was enough for you to hold out your hand to her, and she had immediately come running, placing herself on the floor in front of you and leaning back, her arms draping over your knees.

you had listened, massaging billies shoulders ever so slightly as they discussed the show tonight, before your hands found their way to her hair. you combed it with your fingers, not that it needed it, and thats when you felt her softly sigh. her eyes where fixed soley on her tour manager but her index fingers started to trace small circles on your exposed knees. you smiled to yourself, feeling your girlfriend's touch and zoning out from anything else.

when you accidentally tugged a little too hard, her hair getting caught in a circle around your finger and her head pulled back slightly, you let out a soft wince before whispering a quite apology. billie chuckled ever so slightly, gaze still on her tour manager, before she squeezed both of your knees, letting you know it was okay and you hadn't hurt her. you looked down at her hands then, a smile over your face, and you noticed the two hair ties on either side of her wrists. you smiled, immediately knowing what your fingers wanted to do next. you placed one hand on your her shoulder as you leaned forward, fully aware of the way your breasts brushed her shoulder, and tapped the hair tie on her left wrist. she looked up at you, and you gave her a soft smile before she chuckled, knowing immediately what it was you where wanting to do.

you loved her in braids. two lose braids down her back with a backwards cap was always your favourite look on her. you weren't sure why, but it did something to your insides. she looked so cute and innocent and yet equally sultry. it was devine. she removed her hands from your knees and pulled both hair ties from both wrists and passed them too you, brushing her fingers against yours for a second before she went back to talking her tour manager.

you had completely lost interest in whatever it was they were talking about, and had fixated on her hair. sectioning it off half and half before getting to work, your fingers working slowly to give her the perfect braids. when you had tied the last tie around her hair, you ran your fingers down both braids and smiled in satisfaction before your eyes scanned the room, landing immediately on the cap she was planning to wear tonight not too far from you. you gave her shoulders a tap as you went to stand up, and she shuffled forward so you could move out from the couch, moving your way across the room.

when you tuned back around, her tour manager was finally saying her good bye, and billie had stood to give her a small hug before seeing her out of the room. when the door was closed, billie turned to you immediately.

"braids tonight, huh?" she smirked, walking over to you. you met her in the middle, cap in hand, as her hands found your hips. you smiled, placing the cap on her head backwards.

"perfect." you whispered.

"you're perfect." she said back, before moving forward and kissing you softly. you leaned in, wrapping your arms around her neck as you deepen the kiss, her hands moving to your back, pulling you in closer. but theres another knock on the door, and you both break apart and sigh simultaneously. she smiles, leaning forward so her forehead is pressed against yours.

"tonight, baby. tonight." she whispers, before she gives you one last kiss and goes to open the door.

the new few hours are spent with you watching the show from the back of the crowd with maggie, your eyes transfixed the entire time on her. her vocals. her face. her stage presence. those damn braids.

and when you were finally back together, cuddled up on the tour bus together wearing her clothes, giggling away together with the rest of the world locked out, you were blissfully unaware that the entire internet was going crazy.

billie in braids? fucking help me

HER HAIR HER HAIR HER HAIR

the ilomilo stare with those damn braids and that eyeliner

didn't y/n say once braids where her favourite hair style on billie? i wonder if she helped her get ready tonight omfg

[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

[mlobsters]

billie eilish (and finneas) npr tiny desk concert

could she be any more endearing to me personally

[inkandiridescence]

Today is the day you have been dreading. Your girlfriend is leaving to go on her highly acclaimed world tour. You and Billie have been together for about a year so you had never had to be away from her for so long. You were currently standing at the airport waiting for her plane to board. Her arms wrapped around your waist tightly and you cling on to her.

"I wish you could come." She whispers for the third time since you’ve arrived. You chuckle, "I wish I could too." You look at her as tears start to flow out of your eyes. She quickly wipes them away and kisses your cheeks just below your eyes. Just then the speaker goes off calling for first class to board, which means Billie. You shake your head as more tears fall, failing to hold back a sob. She pulls you in tighter as the others look at her. She waves them off, silently telling them not to wait for her. "Listen to me love. We will facetime every day, okay? And when we get somewhere good I will fly you out for as long as possible. We can do this, I promise." She holds your face in her hands. You nod, "I know I'm sorry I'm being silly. I'm so excited for you and -"

"No you're not being silly, this is our first time being apart like this. But if anything it will make us stronger, okay?." You smile at her through your tears and nod. She leans in, putting her lips against yours for the last time for a while.

"I love you so much. Have fun okay? Send me loads of pictures, tell me everything." You say.

She giggles and nods, "Of course, and I love you so much more."

One last kiss and tight hug and you feel her fingers slip from yours as she walks toward her plane. She looks back and smiles, blowing you a kiss. You make a big deal of catching it and putting it to your heart, making her laugh, causing you to smile. You stay until the flight takes off before turning your back and walking out knowing that you guys will get through this time.

[billsvip]

The things I would let her do to me are UNSPEAKABLE