#billie eilish drabbles

[moralesluvr]

EXPERIMENT | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ contents: bestfriend!billie, shy!reader, fingering, friends to lovers au— this is pretty much vanilla my loves. fluff at the end!

“are you sure you wanna do this?” billie questioned you, her hands rubbing your thighs lovingly as her blue eyes pierced into yours, her tiny freckles glistening under the warm light that was given to you by your lamp. you nod at her, sure of your decision, licking your lips, “y-yeah... i trust you, bils.”

you and billie had been talking about your dating history, laying on your bed and giggling about various embarrassing stories you had, until the topic had landed on sex. you had told her that none of your partners could ever bring you to orgasm— in fact, you could count how many you’ve had on one hand.

the conversation skewed to you needing some help, and you and billie had awkwardly decided that it wouldn’t be a horrible idea if she helped you out. you were her best friend, after all— isn’t that what best friends do?

billie nodded at your acceptance and lowered her head in between your thighs, where her nose came in contact with your bare clit. your legs squeezed involuntarily around her head, though she hadn’t even touched you yet. she snickers lightly, “you okay?”

“mhm.” you hum, “just…a little scary. my best friend’s head is in between my legs, first of all… and what if….y’know, i’m not good at this? what if—“

“shh.” was all billie murmured against your sex, one of her hands remaining on your thigh to keep you grounded and make you feel safe. your fingers eventually found themselves tangled in your hair when you felt her fingers fill your pussy up, fingertips grazing against that sweet spot inside you— the one you’ve always heard about but could never reach. her movements pull a shy whine out of you, though your lips stay pursed shut, and billie cocks a brow at you.

“does that not feel good?” she questions. though your face has pleasure written all over it, you’re abnormally quiet. you nod at her, though, urging her to keep going, “mhm…y-yes, i’m sorry…just— nervous.”

billie nods in understanding, her fingers curling further inside you, making your eyes flutter closed as you let a soft moan pass your lips. it sends shivers down her spine, hearing your little whimpers of pleasure as her thumb finds your clit, your hips rocking into her palm, full of need.

“that’s it, good girl.” she praises, using the context of your body language to feel out what you like. you feel your stomach tighten— it’s a low, full feeling, and you feel your legs vibrate against billie’s skin as your moans amplify, your shyness masked by how good billie’s making you feel.

“i— i think m’gonna—“ you cut yourself off, your best friend’s digits still relentlessly fucking into you, and you feel your whole body grow tense, sensitivity playing on your nerves. you huff, “bils….”

she coos at you, “s’okay baby, i know…feels like a lot, but you can take it— you’re so close, just cum for me, angel.”

you’d think that her words would coax you to orgasm, but your body just tenses up, pleasure growing numb to you as you sigh, frustrated. billie’s fingers fall idle inside you, “did you—?”

“no.” you huff, “i literally think my body is…broken. this is so embarrassing.”

billie shakes her head at you, “it’s not embarrassing at all. i just think you’re too tense,” she then takes a free hand, dropping it to your thigh and massaging your flesh, “wanna try again?”

and with that you nod, your pussy clenching tightly as billie’s thrusts become a little more forceful, yet her fingers still lovingly dip into your legs, her hands oozing softness as you feel yourself calm down.

and then you feel it— your legs twitching, back arching, your whole body shaking as you tighten around billie’s fingers, “billie, billie! i’m—“

your sentence dies on your tongue as you cum, hard, your eyes starry and hazy as warmth erupts within you, billie’s fingers working you through your high. your chest heaves as you pant, your eyes fluttering open.

you immediately pull the covers over your body, slightly embarrassed, “…hi.”

“hi.” billie returns with a laugh, “was that alright? i assume so, the way you moaned my name practically the whole time.”

“oh, shut up.” you protest, though you still sound so sweet to billie. she slithers onto the bed with you, her face only inches away from yours. her eyes are knowing, sweet and gentle— and it kills you not to lean in and kiss her. but you find composure, “thank you…for that. it felt nice.”

“i’m glad it did.” billie looks up at you, and you bite your lip, your eyes naturally drawing to her own pretty, perfect lips. you watch her scoot closer to you, and you blink, unsure if this moment is even real or not. she leans in even closer, her eyes looking up at yours before she kisses you slowly, your lips melting into her own as she squeezes you tight, not daring to break the kiss.

and you weren’t complaining, either.

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[chrissv4mp]

♱ SOUNDS BETTER

"m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

WARNINGS. SMUT, breeding kink, cum-filled strap, strap in v, subtop!billie × dombottom!reader, nipple play, pet names, use of y/n a few times, fluff.

SYPNOSIS. when the topic of whose last name one of you would be taking after marriage comes up, billie finds herself in a rather... sticky situation.

LETTERS. i hate this okay bye 💔💔💔

"y/n o'connell," billie murmurs from her place at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off while her body lays comfortably on the mattress. she rolls onto her stomach, resting her elbows on the bed so that she can lay her chin on her palms, "rolls right off the tongue." she giggles.

you shoot a smirk that matches her own cheeky one, your back resting against the headboard as your legs rested crossed over each other.

"yeah, but billie y/l/n sounds pretty good as well, no?" you ask, voice higher than usual. whenever you and billie landed on this topic, you always got so excited, and she was quite aware of that.

she shrugs, wiggling her entire body onto the bed and crawling over to you slowly. billie takes her lower lip between her teeth, blue eyes fixated on your own e/c ones. she straddles your lap, and you stretch your legs out straight so that she can sit comfortably, hands coming to her hips to pull her closer.

your smile grows as billie's hands cup your face, her thumbs—both adorned with rings—caress your cheeks gently. her smile fades, but you know she's still very much comfortable and happy in your presence. the cool metal of her rings on your warm skin makes you shiver, and when billie realizes, her smile comes back instantly.

in just a few seconds, billie manages to remove your hand from her hip, slip a ring off the ring finger of her right hand, and smoothly push it onto your own ring finger. she examines your hand for a long moment, her hand gripping your wrist possessively as she takes in the sight.

"a little loose, but..." billie speaks, voice quiet. her eyes flick back to yours, and this time, you catch the desire and longing swirling in her eyes—those pretty blue ones that always had you in a trance, "i think it looks pretty good on you," she whispers, eyes slowly moving down to your lips.

"mrs. o'connell." she adds, a lazy smile tugging at her pretty lips. your other hand squeezes her hip gently as you bite the inside of your cheek. it was taking all of her willpower not to beg right now.

you shake your head with a quiet chuckle, leaning closer to her face. billie quickly closes the distance between you two when she realizes. her hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat to pull you closer. she scoots closer to your body, her heart beating rapidly and her head spinning.

just the taste of your lips had her going insane, hips rutting against yours so that you could feel the strap she'd hidden beneath her boxers earlier that morning. you groan against her lips, and billie swallows the noise with pride, smiling against you as her tongue swipes along your lower lip.

you allow her tongue into your mouth happily, ears picking up on her needy whines as you fight against the wet muscle. in the end, you win, but billie doesn't give up her role that easily. reluctantly, she pulls away from your lips—but not without dragging your lip between her teeth, the action that always had you soaked, even more than you already were.

her hands leave your face, fingers brushing against the skin of your cheeks before trailing down your half-naked body—thank god you both only slept in your undergarments. her touch leaves a trail of fire behind, only adding to the aching feeling between your thighs. her eyes never leave yours, even as she reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra.

you let the straps fall off your shoulders, leaving billie to rip the piece of fabric from your arms, throwing it somewhere around the room. she practically drools at the sight of your tits on display for her, her hand coming back up to knead one of your boobs while her lips latch onto your other nipple. a soft whimper leaves her, eyes rolling back before shutting closed.

your fingers tangle themselves in her black strands, tugging at her roots and causing billie to moan against your skin. she clings to you like you're her lifeline, fingers digging into your breast so firmly yet with such care, her thumb rubbing circles along your nipple as she suckles on the other. it feels like she's in heaven, her head spinning with nothing but the image of you beneath her.

when she pulls away from your nipple, a thin strand of saliva forms, and billie licks her lips hungrily before trailing wet kisses down your stomach, stopping when she reaches the waistband of your panties. her eyes flick back up to yours, staring at you through her lashes, asking silently for permission to take the thin piece of fabric off of you.

"take 'em off, pretty." you whisper, voice quiet and breathy from how worked up billie had you already. your tone makes her shiver, and she wastes no time, fingers looping in the thin, pink waistband and tugging them down your thighs, legs, and ankles before throwing them to the side like she did your bra.

billie whines softly at just the scent of your arousal, scooting closer and taking her place between your legs, "m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

her finger glides through your folds, lips parting to let out a quiet sound of surprise at how drenched you were. she grinds against the mattress, the base of the strap-on rubbing against her clit perfectly. her cheek rests against your inner thigh, her breath fanning across your pussy.

you chuckle gently at her needy actions, your hands running down your body to grab handfuls of her hair again. she raises her head again, getting the memo whenever you nod your head in her direction. who was she to disobey her (soon-to-be) wife?

she pulls away from your pussy with a sad whine, eyes locked on your folds as she scoots off the bed to rid herself of her boxers. she steps out of them, the indigo cock standing proudly between her legs. her face flushes in embarrassment as she catches your gaze, her eyes leaving your body as she crawls back on the bed with her head hanging low.

both billie's index and middle fingers come up to her lips, spitting softly. you watch as the saliva drips down her lengthy fingers, your pussy clenching as she lowers her hand onto the strap-on, pumping the large cock in her hand. you huff impatiently, rutting your hips up against the nothing. a silent plea—or, more so, demand—for her to hurry up.

billie nods in understanding, biting her bottom lip harshly as she crawls even closer, her hands moving down to push your thighs even further apart. her eyes are locked on your soaked pussy, enamored by the way you clench around nothing. her heart beats faster in her chest as she lines up the tip of the strap-on with your entrance, breathing getting heavier at the anticipation.

"bil, hurry." you command quietly, your hands coming around to grab at her back, sneakily undoing the clasp on her bra. she bites her lip even harder when she realizes the straps slowly sliding down her shoulders, helping you by taking it off completely and throwing it to the side.

"jus—wait, baby," she murmurs, clit twitching at the sounds of your labored breaths and the faint smell of your perfume. her head hangs low, eyes fluttering closed as she thrusts her cock into your core slowly, her movements gentle as she whimpers, "fuck, ma—can you imagine how much better this'll feel on our wedding day?" she babbles, smiling at the thought.

you throw your head back against the soft pillows, her words barely registering in your head as you feel her splitting you open on her cock. your nails dig into her back, pulling her closer in the process and feeling her chest press against your own. the mix of billie's whimpers and your moans fills the room and both of your guys' ears.

one of billie's hands leaves your thigh as she begins to see a perfect pace—one that's not too fast, but not too slow either. her ring-clad fingers drag across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before she reaches your arm and pulls one of your hands from her back. billie pulls away slightly, kissing down your body until she reaches your nipple, taking the erect bud between her lips again.

"jus' like that, love," you praise, mouth falling open into an 'o' shape. your eyebrows furrow as billie thrusts deeper, not even noticing whenever she interlocks your fingers with hers—until you squeeze and feel her large hand squeeze back, "shit, you're such a good girl." you moan.

billie moans against your skin at the name, hips rutting into yours faster. her hand on your thigh spreads you further apart, fingers digging into your supple skin as she suckles on your nipple. the combined stimulation of her cock rubbing against your walls and her lips on your tit makes you feel like you're on another planet—drunk off of her.

"gonna make you m'wife," she mumbles, releasing your nipple with a 'pop' before she continues, "then 'm'gonna make you a mommy." she says, voice laced with nothing but lust and adoration for you and you only. billie lets her head rest in the crook of your neck, placing gentle, open mouthed kisses on your sweaty skin.

at her words, you finally realize that she's fuckjng you with her special strap—one that she rarely used, but it was still her favorite, "s'one?—fuck, y'know how much i love 'ts one, bil." you breathe, nails dragging down her back and leaving a trail of red marks.

she hisses softly at the pain, nipping down on your neck in response before she feels a light slap on her back, "sorry—sorry, didn't mean to." billie babbles, soothing the sting with her warm, wet tongue.

"y'close, mama?" she asks next, voice whiny and broken as she feels her own orgasm approaching. her hips rock the silicone cock deeper into your pussy with each thrust, the base brushing her clit and sending shocks all throughout her hot, trembling body, "please. please, want'chu you t'cum for me." she begs, eyebrows furrowing as her hand leaves yours reluctantly.

her fingertips brush against your sweaty skin, your hips bucking in response before her touch is gone again. your jaw somehow drops lower as billie begins to rub tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your nails digging into billie's back harder than before and definitely drawing blood.

billie didn't care. the only thing that mattered to her was getting you off, making you hers, and making you a mommy—even if it wasn't scientifically possible, who cared? not billie, that's for sure.

"fuck, baby, you're gonna make me—!" you cut yourself off with a gasp as she bites down softly on your nipple, sending shivers all throughout your body, "god, 'm'gonna cum, bil!" you warn, pulling her closer to your body once again, making her cock slide deeper between your walls—if that was even possible.

"please. please, sweetheart." she begs in that whiny tone of hers, and that was what finally did it for you. the knot in your stomach snapped instantly, and billie was quick to reach down between your two bodies, squeezing the base of her cock and releasing the fake cum into your tight walls. you almost lost it at the feeling.

billie helps you ride out your high, grunting gently into your ear and muttering, "you're gonna have my babies as soon as we get married, baby. gonna—gonna make you mine. all, fuck, all mine." she stutters, her own orgasm approaching as her thrusts get sloppier and sloppier with every second.

"c'mon, pretty," you breathe into her ear, your hand leaving her back to run your fingers through her hair. that simple motion gives her the final push she needed, her own orgasm hitting her in waves of pleasure as she slowly thrusts into you, "that's a good girl." you praise, and billie cries out.

her hips don't stop, though, slowly and slowly getting faster despite her oversensitive clit. she trembles above you, wanting—needing to fill you up again, although you were already leaking with both your cum and her own, "wan' more," she mumbles.

"jus' a few more f'you." she says it as more of a statement than an ask, and you can't deny her, not when she's giving you those pretty puppy eyes and pouting her lips.

"mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell," she repeats it like a prayer, her hips rutting roughly against yours as she whimpers quietly. she was gonna marry you. she didn't know when, but she knew that she was definitely gonna put a ring on it.

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[amara-eilish]

can you write a fic based on billie wanting to film r and her having sex (but like with sub!top!billie pleassee) i love ur work and i'm sooo happy ur backkkk

kind of not proofread sorry!

"but baby what am i gonna do so far away from you!" billie says in front of you. the both of you were both lying in bed while billie brushed her fingers through your hair. billie had just brought up the fact that the two of you were going to go without sex for 2 months on her first leg of tour.

you laughed at how much she needed you but brushed off the topic. the topic changed, and the two of you talked about random things before it got quiet. you could hear billie's breathing getting heavier.

"what's wrong pretty? what's got your head thinking so hard?" you ask

billie smiled softly, "i want to record us, make a video. something to keep me company when i'm missing you." her eyes sparkled with joy and you could see how much she wanted it. " a video, hm?" 

your voice was quiet as you whispered in her ear softly running your fingers down her back. "what kind of video do you want to film sweet girl?"

billie whined burying her head in your neck, "you know what i mean baby" she mumbled.

"do i? can you remind me baby?" you tease.

"wanna film us having sex," billie whispers clawing at your clothes.

you laugh quietly and nod at her to go set up the camera. she shot up quickly running to set it up.

she propped the phone up on the bedside table, angling it to capture the entire bed, ensuring everything would be captured. the camera lens stared back at them, a silent witness to the scene about to unfold.

"gonna show you what a good girl i am for you" billie says excitedly. "yeah? gonna be good for me?" you breathe out in anticipation.

your breath caught as billie's lips brushed against your core. the feeling of billie's tongue sending shivers through your body. your back arched, pushing your hips upwards, as she ate you out. billie's mouth was relentless, her tongue flicking and probing, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"fuck baby" you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "doing so good f'me, making me feel so good, pretty."

billie's moaned at the praise, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. she could get drunk off the taste of you and bathed your continuous praise.

as your moans grew louder, billie slipped two fingers inside curling them to find that sweet spot that would send you over the edge. your body tensed, muscles clenching around billie's fingers as you cried out in release.

"yesss baby. so good for me always. always been my good girl" your voice echoed through the room, pushing billie to continue, savoring the taste of your orgasm.

billie crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses along your chest. before kissing your lips passionately.

you laughed, a playful glint in your eyes. "can't wait to watch it back. maybe we should make a few more, just to be sure."

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[47lake]

loser billie’s been on my mind lately

loser billie that will drop everything to focus on you

loser billie that has you as her lock screen, so that every time she gets hit on she can just flash a picture of you and walk away

loser billie that loves it when you pick out funny shirts for her like: ‘i ❤️ my sexy gf’ ‘i have a wife please get away from me’ ‘girls love my loser swag’ ‘i’m afraid of women’ etc.

loser billie that the main high point of her day is when you come back home to her

loser billie that’s a little too touchy in public because she just can’t believe you’re all hers

loser billie that gets so engrossed in her games and rambles on and on about them while you just admire her pretty smile

loser billie that likes it when you stare at her hands when she’s using her game controller

loser billie that gets so focused on her game or her music that she doesn’t notice you taking your clothes off in front of her

loser billie that follows you around like a dog on a leash

loser billie that will do anything to satisfy you, you’re her main priority

loser billie that begs to touch you

loser billie that would rather make you cum that herself any day of the week

loser billie that doesn’t care how desperate or pathetic she seems, as long as she’s pleasing you she’s satisfied

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[tan1shere]

omg yesss i clicked on the wrong account😭 but i love ur writing and would love to see ur take on smth like that! maybe smth based off of that one lyric from the weeknd “Wanna fuck a skinny model right before her runway show, And we did it on the floor, that's why she walkin' kind of funny” yk ? sorry for the mix up!

Your Secret

Billie Eilish x vs female reader !

A/n: you're completely ok love ! I hope you enjoy <3 - update I went into vs today and ugh I'm thinking of another similar fic 😩

Summary: It wasn't Vitorias secret anymore. It was yours.

Warnings: smut, use of the name daddy, dunno if there's anything else to report yall should know the deal by now !

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

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Was it wrong? Possibly, but you couldn't care less. Whenever you had a show she was there watching, but you ofcourse had to have your fun before hand. She claimed you looked extra tasty in your outfit and needed to do unspeakable things to you. It was your secret. Nobody even knew you were together, nor suspected anything. They might've known you were friends but that's common in the celeb world. Everyone knew everyone.

You were about to go on in 15, but you feel hands on your waist in your dressing room. You knew it was her hands. "Hi." She spins you to face her. "Hey." - "you smell good." You breathe out, then in. Taking it in. "Yeah?" She says going to kiss your neck. "Bub-" She hums in response. "Not the neck we talked about this." But she wasn't playing. Not today. You'd always say to leave hickey's in spots you two could see, but considering the time she had, she gave 0 fucks today. She needed to ravish you and fast.

"Bills-" Ears were off. Not hearing a single thing coming out of your mouth. "P-please." You then moan as you feel her bite, her grip on your waist tightening. She was feral today. "Babe, I-" she turns you around, backing you up against a wall. Your heart picks up, what if someone came in. "You, we-" She pulls back. "You've never complained before when we do this?" Shes right you don't, but something seems more dangerous today. That and the fact your covered in purple and red splotches. Her body presses against yours more and you feel it. "Billie." She smirks. "What?" She knew what, but time was ticking and she needed to fuck you.

You stay silent. "I know you can feel it hm?" You swallow. Deciding to give in and let her do whatever she needs. When all of a sudden, you're laying on the carpet and her body is hovering above yours. Yet you can still feel it with how close she is. And it's driving you crazy. Your needs growing by the second, but you hear her belt jingle, as she unbuckles it. Everything was speedy, you probably had about 10 minutes left, maybe less. Her fingers move to the lingerie you were wearing, just moving it to the side as she gets the fake dick out.

You were glad there was a time limit, because she'd forever tease you, taking as much time as possible until you were a mess for her. But, she now realizes she could just snap her finger and you'd be on your knees, in a puddle. You feel the tip of it against your folds, her moving it to your entrance soon after. Hastily slipping in, and not surprisingly with ease. Her finger moves down to your pussy. "You're very wet, wonder why." She was too cocky for her own good. Her pace instantly harsh but you sure as hell didn't mind.

"Who got you wet huh?" Her face was so close to yours, moving her lips down to your cheek. Your neck. "Y-." But her hand grips your jaw. "The word I'm after starts with a completely different letter. You know this." You gulp, closing your eyes. "Daddy did.." You silently say, breathing heavily as she picks up speed. "Didn't quite catch that, what?" You open your eyes to look right at her. "Daddy, made me this wet." Her cockiness returns, smirking down at you. "Good girl, much better. And who's going to make this pretty angels legs shake?" You choke on your spit as she snaps her hips, harder.

Your head spins as you try get out the answer. "D-daddy." You stammered, feeling your release approaching. And within seconds you're leaking all over the fake cock. Breathing heavily as you come down from the high. She pulls out, earning a whine from you. She takes it off, going to grab some tissues to clean you up. Adjusting your outfit back the way it was. She gets you to stand, chuckling as you wobble. Giving your lips a sloppy kiss. "3 minutes, angel!" Someone calls, you swallow. Having no time to do all you needed to. Luckily there was only two hickeys.

Unluckily they were both in visible spots. Your heart still beating fast, you put the white wings on and go for the door. "Hey baby." Billie says, sprawled out on a couch in your dressing room. She had been watching you struggle to put the finishing touches on, very amused at her work. "Just remember who got you like that as you're walking out. All those eyes on you for the wrong reasons need to know who you belong to." She winks. You bite your lip. This was not going to be easy to do. Wasn't much of a secret anymore either.

[trulyy-yourzz]

♡Smut - B.E x Fem!reader༄.°

Billie was sprawled on her couch, the soft glow of her laptop illuminating her flushed face as she watched the video for the third time that night. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was you, the same shy girl from her class that always kept to herself. The one who always made her heart race and her palms sweat. But there you were, on her screen, naked and corrupt, pleasuring yourself with a skill and enthusiasm that left Billie breathless. Hypnotizing her with your moans.

She had stumbled across your video completely by accident, a late night Google search leading her down a rabbit hole of lust and desire. At first, she had been shocked to see her student, her obsession, engaged in such a lustful act. But as she watched you touch yourself, moaning and writhing, she felt a deep, primal hunger stirring within her.

Over the next few days, Billie found herself consumed by thoughts of you. She would sit in class, pretending to teach, but really just imagining what it would be like to have you beneath her, above her, next to her in every way imaginable. She would go home and watch your videos, touching herself as she listened to your moans echoing from her heaphones.

Little did she know, you held that same infatuation for Billie. Yearning for her more than ever. Needing to feel her hands, her mouth, gliding over your skin, exploring each and every curve of your body. Her class was just an excuse for you to see her every day.

But staying focused had to be the most difficult things you've ever done. The way her hands ran through the dark strands of her hair, pushing it back and peaking a glance at you every now and then. It made your heart stop. You felt it, and you know she did too. The pull between the two of you. Of course, you didn't know one of her favorite hobbies was to watch you unravel and squirm from behind the screen, deeply wishing it was Billies hands instead.

She knew it was wrong, that she should put an end to this obsession before it went too far. But she couldn't help herself, drawn in by your charisma and the way you seemed to beckon her closer with every sway of your hips, your fingers grazing over the most intimate parts of yourself. It became an addiction, watching you almost every night. She couldn't stop. she wouldn't.

Not until she finally got you under her sheets.

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Notes: I figured it's been a minute since I last posted something for you guys, so bam, I hope you enjoyed because I lowkey hate it...

[r7leee]

having thoughts rn…

needy!billie who just can’t seem to keep her hands off you at the hotel.

you in her lap, sighing softly as she’s sucking beautiful purple hickeys into the soft skin of your neck

“shh…gotta stay quiet, baby, right?” she nodded towards the bathroom.

for this business trip, you booked a connected room for you two and finneas. his bathroom’s shower was under maintenance, so he was using yours.

you nodded as she whispered “good,” then continued attacking your neck. her hand eventually came up to your mouth. “keep your mouth shut or i’m stopping.”

[moonbils]

warnings; post-concert exhaustion, some teasing and a first kiss 👀

paring; billie x reader

The dressing room is quiet, a stark contrast to the roaring crowd that had filled the arena just an hour ago. The adrenaline is still there, buzzing under Billie’s skin as she sinks into the couch, her head tilting back against the cushions. Her voice is hoarse from singing, her hands still aching from gripping the mic, but she doesn’t care. She lives for this feeling—the high of performing, the way the music wraps around her like a second skin.

You sit on the floor across from her, leaning against the coffee table, your legs stretched out in front of you. The backstage rush has died down, leaving just the two of you in the dimly lit space, the only sound coming from the muffled bass still vibrating through the walls. You’ve been here before, in this same room, in this same silence, but tonight feels different.

Billie watches you, her blue eyes heavy with exhaustion but still bright, like she has something on her mind. She exhales, stretching out her legs until her foot nudges yours.

“Be honest,” she says, voice raspy. “Did I sound terrible tonight?”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Shut up. You were insane.”

A slow smile tugs at her lips. “Good insane or bad insane?”

“Good insane,” you say, throwing a crumpled napkin at her. She dodges it with a lazy laugh, running a hand through her sweaty hair.

For a while, neither of you say anything. The post-show exhaustion settles over you both, the kind that makes everything feel slower, softer. Billie shifts on the couch, watching you with that unreadable look she always gets when she’s thinking too much.

Then, in a voice quieter than before, she says, “I like having you here.”

The words land somewhere deep in your chest.

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. “Yeah?”

She nods, her gaze steady. “Yeah.”

There’s something about the way she’s looking at you, something heavy, something warm. The space between you feels smaller than it did a second ago, even though neither of you have moved.

Then Billie does move—slowly, carefully, like she’s testing the air. Her fingers graze over your wrist before sliding up to your jaw, her touch light but deliberate. Your breath catches, but you don’t pull away.

Her eyes flick to your lips, then back up to yours. “Can I?”

You barely nod before she closes the space.

The kiss is soft at first, like she’s afraid to break whatever spell you’ve both fallen under. But then your hands find her waist, pulling her closer, and the hesitation melts away. She tastes like peppermint and exhaustion and something distinctly Billie, something that makes your head spin.

When she finally pulls back, she lingers, her forehead resting against yours.

“Good insane,” she murmurs, a small grin tugging at her lips.

You laugh, breathless. “Yeah. Definitely.

The noise outside still hums, the world still spins, but in this moment, it’s just the two of you. And neither of you are in any rush to let it go.

[batboysanonymous]

Tastes Like Fate

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian has spent years convincing himself that Y/N only sees him as a friend, ignoring the way his soul ignites in her presence, the way his every thought is consumed by her. But Y/N has always known—always felt—the weight of his unspoken desires, and tonight, she’s ready to show him just how deep her love runs.

Based on the song: LUNCH by Billie Eilish

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"I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Tastes like she might be the one And I could never get enough"

Cassian had always been drawn to her. It was a pull so visceral, so inescapable, that he had long stopped trying to deny it. But she—Y/N—was untouchable. Not because she was fragile or beyond his reach, but because he was certain she didn’t see him that way.

She laughed at his jokes, trained beside him, leaned into him when the world got too heavy, but it was never more than that. It couldn’t be. Because if it was, if he let himself believe that she felt even a fraction of what he did, it would destroy him if he was wrong.

So he kept his distance. Not physically—he could never actually stay away—but emotionally, he built walls, ones he was certain she couldn’t see past.

But Y/N had always been better at seeing through Cassian than anyone else.

And tonight, she was done waiting for him to realize it.

"I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend Do you know how to bend?"

The Illyrian warlord was painfully oblivious.

Y/N had known for years—years—that Cassian wanted her. Maybe he thought he hid it well, maybe he had convinced himself that his longing stares, the way his hands lingered when they touched, the protective way he claimed her without words, went unnoticed.

But Y/N saw everything. She felt everything.

She saw it in the way he always brought her gifts, small and meaningless to anyone else but tailored perfectly to her. She saw it in the way his jaw clenched when another male got too close, in the way his wings flared whenever she walked into a room.

But more than anything, she saw it in the way he didn't act on it.

Cassian was a creature of instinct, a male who took what he wanted, fought for what he wanted. And yet, with her, he hesitated.

Maybe he thought she didn’t want him. Maybe he was too afraid of ruining whatever this was between them.

But she was tired of waiting for him to figure it out.

So when she received the message—she didn’t hesitate.

"So now, she's comin' up the stairs So I'm pullin' up a chair And I'm puttin' up my hair"

Cassian heard her before he saw her. The soft, sure steps echoing against the stone floors of the House of Wind.

He hadn’t expected her to come. Not really. He had sent the message in a moment of weakness, a slip in his otherwise iron grip on his emotions.

And yet, here she was.

Y/N stepped into his room like she belonged there, her expression unreadable, but her eyes—her eyes—burned with something he couldn’t decipher.

"Where is it?" she asked, and Cassian swallowed hard.

He gestured to the small velvet box on the table. She crossed the room in three strides, picked it up, and flipped it open.

Her breath caught.

A simple silver ring sat nestled inside, its band shaped like Illyrian wings.

"You keep breaking your training bands," Cassian said gruffly. "Figured you could use something stronger. This one is reinforced with wards. It won’t snap under pressure."

Y/N said nothing, just turned the ring over in her hands. Then, slowly, she slid it onto her finger.

Perfect fit.

She looked up at him, her lips curving into something unreadable. "Cassian."

His name had never sounded like that before. Like a promise. Like a secret. Like she knew.

And then, before he could second-guess, before he could talk himself out of it—

She reached for him.

"Oh, oh-oh I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Tastes like she might be the one And I could never get enough"

Cassian had imagined this moment a thousand times.

But nothing—nothing—compared to the reality of Y/N’s lips on his.

She tasted like honeyed wine, like the sweetest sin, and he was already addicted. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips, pulling her closer until there was nothing—nothing—between them.

Her nails scraped against the nape of his neck, a quiet moan slipping from her lips as he deepened the kiss.

Cassian growled, the sound low and possessive. His wings flared behind him, his entire body coiled with the need to claim, to mark, to make her his.

"You're mine," he rasped against her mouth. "Tell me you’re mine."

Y/N pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with something feral.

"I've always been yours."

"She's takin' pictures in the mirror Oh my God, her skin's so clear Tell her, 'Bring that over here'"

Cassian couldn’t stop looking at her.

She was sprawled across his bed, his shirt hanging loose off her shoulder, her fingers tracing absent patterns across his chest.

It felt surreal. Like a dream.

Like if he blinked too hard, she’d vanish.

Y/N shifted, propping herself up on one elbow. "You know," she murmured, "for someone who’s spent years looking at me like I hung the stars, you took way too long to do something about it."

Cassian groaned. "Don’t remind me."

She grinned, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, his collarbone, the base of his throat.

His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her chin up until she was forced to meet his eyes.

His voice was quiet, reverent. "Say it again."

Her lips curved.

"I love you, Cassian."

And just like that, he was lost.

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KEEP IT QUIET | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ contents — jealous!mean!dom!billie x sassy!fem!reader, spanking, use of ‘whore/slut’

“you’ve got too much fucking mouth on you.” billie seethed, irritation so prominent on her lips as her hands quickly undid the buttons on your jeans. a blush blossomed against her skin because of how frustrated she was— you knew better than to talk to that girl at that party.

even though you and billie weren’t official, you knew damn well that you were hers and she was yours, and she hated when she’d find you lost in the club, laughing it up and drinking with some random girl, even if you had no intention of hooking up with her.

your clothes found themselves on the floor of billie’s apartment, and she immediately flipped you onto your stomach, “you think you can just go talk to anyone you want? huh?”

“i kind of can, i mean— i do have free will.” you giggle, and that pisses billie off. she growls at you, a low, husky sound— and then you feel something hard and thick stretch out your walls, making a moan pass through your lips. billie’s hands immediately find your hips as she thrusts into you at an angry speed, her fingernails digging into your sides, and she definitely doesn’t care if it pains you.

“don’t say shit else,” she folds her body onto yours to whisper in your ear, “you know good and damn well that nobody could ever fuck you like i can, treat you as good as i can— nobody on this fucking planet.”

you whimper out, feeling the tip of the faux cock press against your cervix, a concoction of pain and pleasure playing on your nerves. billie’s hand comes up to slap against your lips, “don’t even wanna hear you moan. since you wanted to be such a slut, showing your ass to everyone at that club— keep that same energy, you hear me?”

no sound even comes out of your lips because of hoe tight billie’s grip is, so you just nod, obediently, your pussy clenched around billie’s cock as you grip at her bedsheets, your lips threatening to let a moan slip.

your eyes screw shut as billie’s thrusts become more harsh, quicker, deeper. it’s practically bullying the way she fucks into you, your walls aching and needy. her hand suddenly removes itself from your face to give a mean slap to your ass, “you think i should let you cum tonight, my whore?”

“p-please…” is all you can breathe out, your head growing hazy, “sorry…i’m sorry….”

billie scoffs, and that earns you another painful spank, and you can tell she isn’t amused by your forced apology. but it amuses you so well— how she gets so worked up by your sass and back talk, so you giggle out, “s’fine, i-i’ll just…finish myself off…”

“oh, really?” she replies cockily, pulling out of your dripping cunt, the emptiness making you ache. “then do it, slut. go ahead, find a way to make yourself cum.”

you can’t keep up this act anymore. you whine at her, a needy, hungry sound passing through your lips, “no, bils, m’so sorry, i need you….please?”

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

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[chrissv4mp]

need to sit on her lap...

[amara-eilish]

wet

smut wow 2 fics in 2 days (crazy!) billie is looking at you cruelly, your lips puffy from the remains of her lipgloss earlier, and stained from the emptied wine bottle between the two of you. you’re sitting on the patios outside your house, overlooking los angeles’ nighttime sky. the slight bustle of the city can be heard along with the soft breathing of shark from inside the house.

billie is on top of you, her head resting on your chest after just making out. your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol in your system slightly turned on. you can feel that billie is turned on too with the way she is touching you, running her fingers down your chest and hips. she looks up at you and kisses you, becoming more sloppy with the seconds. your little hums of satisfaction making billie push her lips against you harder. the feeling of billie’s cold fingers shoved up your shirt makes you shiver. her cold fingers against your bare skin instantly make your nipples harden. billie looks at you with a subtle smirk before wrapping the waistband of your underwear around her fingers and pulling them down. you whine at the cool feeling against your core. you were the complete opposite of billie now. her fully clothed, and you fully naked. billie places her palm on your stomach, biting her lip as she takes in the sight of you fully naked and so flushed out in front of her. your hips start to grind against the air between your legs making you close them shut. billie looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “what’s wrong pretty hm?” rubbing against your thighs softly. you shake your head no at her question, letting her know that nothing is wrong, slightly biting your lip. “so there’s no reason you want to keep your legs shut baby?” you’re slightly panting, the pain beneath your legs goes unnoticed by the look on your face, but nevertheless you try to cover it up, wanting to play along. billie giggles at your embarrassment, “are you sure, sweet girl? nothing’s wrong?” she asks again her hand gliding down your chest, her finger circling your nipple. “i have a theory, you wanna know what it is baby?” she asks. you nod quietly lip tucked between your teeth. “i think it’s because secretly you’re dripping. am i right? are you making a pretty little mess there?” you’re so close, billie’s torture makes you want to whine and moan but you know you have to be quiet. your cheeks have turned a different color with embarrassment. “do you mind if i check baby? can’t have you being all naughty and making a mess on our patio right?” billie teases. you let out a faint whimper, continuing to play along, you’re grinding against whatever you can on the couch. 

“show me how wet you are angel,” billie coaxes, though you just shake your head, tears threatening to fall. “s’ too hard baby? can my pretty girl not think? are you worried you’re going to make a mess?” you nod quickly billie faux pouts at your concern. “my poor sweet girl, so worried, it’s okay baby let me help you.” 

the way billie was talking to you was making you throb profusely, your head was dizzy not a single thought in there. billie softly spreads your legs biting her lip, “oh pretty, look at the mess you’ve made, my dirty girl so so wet,” your mouth was agape, and no words could come out. “my baby's too worried about how wet she was to realize that she made a mess, s’ okay i’ll help you, baby.” 

billie runs a finger down your slit causing you to whine and buck your hips up. “please” you whisper faintly. 

“what was that mama? gotta speak up for me,” 

“need you so bad please, billie” you whine out gripping onto billies hand. 

billie loved this, she loved teasing you and loved when you got dumb over her. “need daddy to make you feel good baby? hm? what do you want my love?” she asks.

you grab her wrist thats cupping your pussy. “need you to touch me please daddy,” 

with that billie plunges two fingers into you leaving them still, and watches as you slowly begin to grind on her palm. you start quickly chasing the release you’ve been after all evening. you’re a whimpering mess head thrown back eyes shut as you grind against her palm. 

you open your eyes to watch billie as she stares at you so lovingly, mouth agape and moans falling out. “my sweet girl, just needed her daddy to touch her huh?” she kisses you so sweetly her tongue swiping over your lips. billie’s words and trying to focus on grinding against her hand was impossible at this point, you couldn’t focus on anything, just wanted to chase the high you were longing for.

“oh baby? do you need daddy to help? sweet girl can’t even rub her pretty pussy on my hand, always needs me to help,” you movements were becoming more erratic unable to focus as billie takes her fingers out of your pussy and slowly rubs your clit, “need you to help me, please,” you beg for billie’s touch longing for her to make you cum.

“don’t worry angel, i’ll help you just lie back, don’t need to think about anything in that pretty little head of yours,” billie says, as you lie back on the couch. she smirks before plunging back 2 fingers into your pussy quickly fucking them into you “juuust like that baby, goood girll, just needed my help hm?” you nod quickly, moaning louder and louder. billie feels you getting close the wet sounds of her fingers going in you and your moans are all that’s heard, as urges for you to come, “it’s okay my love, come for me, i know you’re my good girl, my perfect girl,” her words just edge you on, and suddenly your back arches and you feel like you’re seeing stars as billie continues to fuck you through your orgasm. 

“that’s it baby, there you go,” billie says softly, 

“think you’re still wet?” 

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[tan1shere]

Tiktok Trend

A/n: I've seen a few tiktoks like this and i just got this randomly in my brain SO enjoy while I work on longer story's

Warnings - smutty but no smut ? Just suggestive, also kinda fluffy in the start || masterlist

"Oh babyyyy." You say, holding your phone in one hand, recording. In the other a piece of paper, saying. 'Don't smile and I'll let you use the cuffs on me'

It was a tiktok trend you saw on your scrolling session. And you just had to do something similar with Billie. Your relationship was pretty open, after 5 years. So the fans knew all about you two. Not every little detail, but you'd never hide how attracted you were to one another.

"Yeah bub, what's up?" You enter the room, not replying but handing her the tiny paper. She was working on some songs, just messing around. Her eyes dart to the paper going to read, her former smile drops instantly. Making a giggle pass your lips. "That was fast-" She shakes her head pursing her lips. "You really want this huh?" You were smiling. But her? Oh she was keeping the straightest face.

Trying to atleast. You thought she'd crack at one point but she doesn't. "I see a tiny smile." You laugh a tad. But her face moves making a cute little angry one trying so hard not to smile. This makes your laughter erupt insanely. "Ok you win you win." You say still laughing at such a ridiculous face. She sighs, smiling huge. "Fuck yeah I won, I get to cuff you... You won't be able to move.."

"Oh you're in for a treat." Now she was smirking. Maliciously.

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[harrysolaf]

ᒪᑌᑎᑕᕼ~OᑎE ᔕᕼOT

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I was at the country club one afternoon after playing golf for majority of the day. When this girl named Harlow was working the bar that evening, and oh- she was pure seduction. My first that was ‘I could eat that girl for lunch!’ She was dancing so well and the conversation was so swell. That I had to take her back to my hotel room, and told her ‘that the room was under Claire because we were something rare.’ So, she called me when she got there and she tasted like she was the one. Tastes so sweet she dancing on my tongue. After that I couldn’t get enough it became a craving by the touch. From up the stairs, arching on the chair, and the pulling of the hair. I need the recipe so I don’t overheat. Telling her ‘let’s take this to the shower babe and take off your clothes. I’ll put them on the counter after I help you take them off.’

ᕼᗩᖇᒪOᗯ’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I’m saying ‘I’ll take pictures in your mirror if I can use you as a volunteer so we can become something extra rare.’

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

Here I was thinking this was going to be a one night stand but I’m saying ‘I’m interested in being more than friends on this thin hunch.’ So I can bend her on the craving of eating her for lunch. Yeah, she’s the one with the way she’s dancing on my tongue.

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please share tao recs... hc... imagines... drabbles... I'm starving here 😞🙏

anon i have been so busy i have yet to fully deep dive the tao fanfic scene so im afraid i don’t have a ton of resources here………….,..,

(this is an open invitation of followers, mutuals, etc! to plug their own tao works or others!! 👀)

as for headcanons. i headcanon that tao likes to put necklaces on you. she likes to be the one to help you get ready in some way. i also headcanon that tao, in a committed relationship, wouldn’t mind coordinating outfits with you. not matching but. complimentary. i think she’d also love picking out your outfits for the day. i also think she buys you underwear.,..,she likes you in lacy lingerie..,..