#billie eilish lunch

[knottedhearts]

Inspiration: B.E.

The sound of Billie’s voice filled the room, raspy yet melodic, as she leaned back in her chair, her lips brushed the mic in front of her as she worked on the chorus of Lunch, her newest track. She had been stuck on one part all day, and it was driving her crazy—but in true Billie fashion, she made even her frustration look effortlessly sexy.

She pulled the headphones off, tossing them onto the desk with a sigh before spinning her chair around to face you. Her eyes flicked over your face, a mischievous glint dancing in her gaze.

"Y'know, Y/n," she started, her voice dripping with playful charm. “You’re kinda distracting me right now.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I’m not even doing anything, Billie,” you protested with a laugh, leaning against her bedpost.

She smirked, spinning her chair slowly back and forth. “Exactly. You’re just standing there, looking all cute and innocent. How am I supposed to focus when you’re over there stealing all my attention?” Her voice dipped into a teasing tone, making your cheeks flush.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “Pretty sure you’re the one distracting yourself.”

Billie raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Oh, is that how it is?” She leaned forward in her chair, elbows resting on her knees as she looked up at you. “I don’t know, babe. Maybe you should help me instead. Wanna be my muse?”

You tilted your head, trying not to let her flirtation completely derail you. “What do you need me to do? Write the lyrics for you?”

She laughed, her head tilting back for a moment before her gaze snapped back to yours, intense and almost daring. “Nah, I’ve got the lyrics down. I just need... inspiration.”

Billie stood up slowly, the chair creaking behind her. She closed the small gap between you two, her hand brushing your arm, the touch light but deliberate. “You know, the kind of inspiration only you can give me, Y/n.” Her voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tried to hold your ground, but her smirk made it impossible. “Billie, focus,” you managed, though your resolve was slipping.

“Oh, I’m focused,” she murmured, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she leaned closer, her breath warm against your neck. “Just not on the song.”

Your breath hitched, and Billie laughed softly, clearly satisfied with how flustered you’d become. She stepped back, her grin wide as she plopped back into her chair. “Alright, alright, I’ll behave—for now. But if this song turns out to be a hit, just know you’ll be in the credits for... inspiration.”

You crossed your arms, biting back a grin. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it."

Billie was back in her chair, headphones on, her voice soft as she hummed the melody of Lunch. Her focus was intense, brows furrowed slightly as she replayed the same section over and over, tweaking little details. The soft glow of the desk lamp nearby cast warm light across her face, highlighting the curve of her jaw and the little pout of concentration on her lips.

You watched her for a moment, the sight of her so immersed in her art pulling at something deep inside you. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly she managed to look this good. And now you wanted to tease her back.

Quietly, you got up and moved toward her. She didn’t notice at first, her mind still wrapped up in the music. Placing your hands gently on her shoulders, you leaned down, close enough for your breath to tickle her ear.

She flinched slightly, pulling off one side of her headphones and glancing up at you with a crooked smile. “What’re you up to, babe?”

Instead of answering, you leaned in closer, pressing your lips softly to the side of her neck.

Billie froze for a second, her breath catching in her throat. Then she let out a low laugh, her voice huskier than usual. “Oh, you’re gonna play it like that?”

You didn’t stop, letting your lips trail lower, planting soft, lingering kisses against her skin. She tilted her head slightly, giving you more space to work.

“Y/n,” she breathed, her tone a mix of teasing and surrender. “You know I’m supposed to be working, right?”

“You’ve been working all day,” you murmured against her neck, your voice low, “I think you’ve earned a break.”

Her laugh was breathy this time, her hands reaching up to rest lightly on yours as they gripped her shoulders. “You’re trouble,” she whispered, though there was no real heat in her words.

You smiled against her skin. “And you love it.”

Billie turned her head slightly, just enough to catch your gaze, her eyes dark with something unspoken. “Yeah, I do,” she said softly, her lips quirking into a small, wicked smirk.

Billie’s smirk faltered as your lips trailed back down her neck, slower this time, teasing. Her breathing grew heavier, and the way she gripped your waist made it clear she wasn’t as unaffected as she tried to seem. You let your hands slide from her shoulders to her sides, your fingers tracing small, deliberate circles over the soft fabric of her shirt.

She let out a shaky breath, her head falling back slightly against the chair. “Y/n,” she murmured, your name coming out in a low, drawn-out moan.

You grinned against her skin, letting your teeth graze her neck before biting down gently, enough to make her gasp. Her hips shifted slightly, and her hands moved up your sides, her touch warm and firm.

“Babe, fuck” she said, her voice breathy and filled with a mixture of amusement and frustration. “You’re killing me right now.”

You chuckled softly, your lips brushing against the spot just below her ear, knowing it would drive her crazy. “I thought you liked distractions,” you teased, your voice low and smooth.

Billie’s breath hitched as you nibbled lightly at her neck again, your hands squeezing her sides just enough to make her shiver. Her fingers curled into your shirt, gripping you like she needed something to hold onto.

“God, you’re such a tease,” she whispered, her tone laced with both annoyance and desire. Her head tilted to the side, giving you even more access as a soft, barely audible moan slipped from her lips.

That sound sent a rush of warmth through you, and you couldn’t resist letting your hands explore further, sliding under the hem of her shirt to feel the smooth skin of her waist. Her breath hitched again, and this time, she didn’t even try to hold back the soft moan that followed.

Her hands found your wrists, not to stop you but to slow you down, as if she needed a moment to catch her breath. “You’re really not gonna let me finish this song, are you?” she said, her voice cracking slightly from the way her breathing had quickened.

You leaned back just enough to look at her, your lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “Do you want me to stop?” you asked, your tone playful but daring, like you already knew the answer.

Billie’s eyes met yours, dark and filled with something that made your heart race. Her lips parted as she shook her head slowly, her voice soft but firm. “Not even a little bit.”

Her words spurred you on, and you leaned back in, pressing kisses along her jawline this time, letting your hands trace up and down her sides in slow, torturous movements. Her moans became more frequent, quieter at first but growing louder as you found all the little spots that made her squirm.

The tension in the room was electric, every touch, every sound pulling you both deeper into the moment. Billie’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she tilted her head back further, practically inviting you to keep going.

“You’re unreal,” she murmured, her voice rough and full of emotion. “How do you do this to me every time?”

You couldn’t help but grin against her skin, your lips trailing back to the curve of her neck. “Just lucky, I guess.”

[xojcx]

BILLIE EILISH — LUNCH ❥⃨ 2024

[dollarbils]

I could buy her so much stuff | b.e

billie eilish x fem!reader

masterlist

you’d always tell her not to. tell her she shouldn’t buy you the new shoes. tell her she shouldn’t spend the extra money on the hotel. tell her she shouldn’t pay for all your ubers when she couldn’t pick you up. but there was no point in arguing with her, not on this matter at least. she could buy you so much stuff.

“you’re spending too much on me.” you gasped at the massive bouquet of flowers accompanied with the dress you’d tried on when you’d been shopping the other day. she’d gone back to buy it without telling you.

“i’m gonna hang up if you start with that bullshit again.” she said through the phone. you’d called her as soon as you’d walked through the door of your apartment, faced with this display of her affection. it was her love language, gift giving.

“billie.” you’d said in a warning tone, almost scolding her.

“need my girlfriend to look pretty in that dress when she accompanies me to dinner tonight.” you were smiling ear to ear, she was so ridiculously cute.

“dinner?” you couldn’t get enough of her antics. she was constantly spoiling you rotten. and you were forever grateful, you’d never take it for granted, not even for a minute.

“mhm.” she chirped. her voice conveying the fact dinner wasn’t an option, it was mandatory.

“you spoil me, billie.” she laughed at this, but understood the gratitude in your statement.

“make sure you wear something pretty underneath that dress, it’ll be the only thank you i need.” your cheeks flushed as she spoke. your mind flooded with images of what would go down after dinner, however cursing yourself for thinking about it before it got you too bothered.

“only if you wear something equally as pretty underneath your jeans.” you could hear a small chuckle from the other end of the phone, an undertone of surprise.

“deal.”

[calibabii21]

| lunch | billie e.

pairing: billie eilish x fem!reader

genre: suggestive, flirty

warning(s): blatant flirting lmao, sexual tension, profanity...yeah

a/n: if you know me, you know I sorta fancy this woman (obvs not the only one), and I desire to make music with her. & forewarning, this just may be thee most self indulgent thing I've written to date😭 but I'm keeping it tame, I'm keeping it quick, & I'm keeping it cute. (also- this is only slightly proofread)

I've said it all before, but I'll say it again I'm interested in more than just bein' your friend

the chatter surrounding you is barely keeping you present. you had fantasized about this moment– manifested and prayed for it. but it never dawned on you how intense it would actually be.

"Billie, if you don't stop staring at me like that.." you sip down the remainder of your frozen matcha latte as she tilts her head at you, lips slowly curling into her signature smile.

"I'm just looking at you 'cause you're talkin." she lets out an innocent laugh, resting her head on her folded hands. there's a pass of thick silence.

she smiles at your flustered expression, "you are so fun." she licks her lips as her eyes roam your seated figure, "let's do it."

"do what?" you look at her confused and she mocks your expression, "what do you mean 'do what?'- collab, stupid." she chuckles and tosses a fry at you. "the reason for even meeting."

she looks at you with those hazy, icy blue irises and bites her bottom lip, "unless you wanted something else?" God, her tongue. her tattooed skin. the way she dressed. her voice–

why am I suddenly so taken by her? you get caught up in your swarming thoughts.

"you look good with braces." your eyes wander as to not get too sucked into her aura, even when your legs brush one another's as she leans back in her seat staring dead at your face.

"Haha, you're really fuckin cute."

gay panic surges through you as a whimper nearly escapes you, and though you cover it well, your face still shows frustration. "God you are such a fucking tease."

you can't hide your smile as you both stand, gathering your things to exit the restaurant. she slightly lags behind you, and you look over your shoulder to see her not so slyly checking you out.

once in front of your car, you turn to face her, "I assume your eyes got enough?" she bursts into laughter and flips her hat backwards, "damn. guess there was no getting away with that."

she licks her lips once more as she approaches you and opens her arms for a hug. you may not be a hugger, but you damn sure were today.

there's no hesitation as she buries her face into your neck, her hands "accidentally" brushing the curve of your ass. "you smell good as fuck."

you take that opportunity to run your fingers down through her hair, tugging it a bit. a shudder passes through you as you both pull back, your hands slow to leave her waist.

"I connected with you to propose working together, but I got a lot more than that out of it." she guffaws at you with wide eyes, "YOU?? girl the way I don't even want to walk away!" her words make you smile and giggle at one another.

you bite your lip pondering, before working up the courage. "I want..to go on a date. with you....or several haha."

she grins giddily, a light red tint glazing her cheeks. "well, that's the most direct you've been all day." a few chuckles pass between you the two of you as she leans against your car.

"I would love that."

[hunterbloodknight]

I’m pretty sure when Billie Eilish said “It's a craving, not a crush” she meant this

[lavenderhazebabyxo]

Just this picture I took of Billie in NY because omg???😭😭

[editfandom]

Billie Eilish - LUNCH, 2024

[axinite25]

I already know Lunch by Billie Eilish is gonna be used on so many Yellowjackets edits (as it should)

[wilson-is-a-slut]

“maybe I don’t wanna push this till it breaks”

house 3x7 / billie eilish lunch

[knottedhearts]

Lunch: B.E

Summary: You're at Billie's MV for "lunch"

The set was buzzing with energy as Billie’s crew moved around, setting up the final touches for her “lunch” music video. You sat off to the side, casually leaning against one of the chairs, taking it all in. It felt surreal to be here, watching Billie in her element. She was always so confident, so captivating when she was performing, but seeing her here, behind the scenes, made it feel like you were witnessing something special—something just for you.

The lights dimmed slightly, and everyone gathered into place. Billie shot you a playful smile as she adjusted her mic, then turned to the camera with a determined look in her eyes. You shifted in your seat, excitement bubbling in your chest. She’d been talking about this music video for a while, but you hadn’t heard the song yet, so you were eager to see what she had in store.

The music started, the beat smooth but edgy, pulsing through the air and vibrating the ground beneath your feet. Billie began to move, her body swaying effortlessly to the rhythm. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her—her confidence was magnetic, and the way she moved, with such ease, made your heart race. Her eyes locked with yours for a moment as she sang along, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

As the beat dropped, she started to jump around, her energy infectious. The camera followed her every move, but you were more focused on her—watching her expression shift, the way she owned every step. She was on fire, and it was impossible not to feel the heat radiating from her.

Then, she hit a line in the song you hadn’t been expecting. Her voice was smooth but biting, and it cut through the atmosphere like a knife. “I could eat that girl for lunch…”

You froze. The words were bold, playful, and completely unexpected. Your mind went blank for a second, processing the line, before your face turned bright red. Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as your gaze fell to the floor, hoping she hadn’t caught your reaction.

But of course, Billie noticed. She always did.

She caught your eye again, her lips curling into a slow, teasing smile. Her gaze darkened just a little as she continued to perform, and with a subtle move, she bit her bottom lip—soft but with just enough intensity to make you feel it. You could tell she was playing with you now.

Billie then plucked a cherry from the bowl on the table, bringing it to her lips as she took a slow, deliberate bite. Her eyes never left yours as she chewed, her gaze practically smoldering as if she knew exactly what effect she was having on you.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to maintain some composure, but the combination of her playful smile, the bite of the cherry, and the provocative line in the song was making your pulse race. You were fully aware that Billie was aware of your reaction, and it was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, you couldn't look away.

She winked at you mid-performance, the playful tension thickening in the air. The crew around you were focused on the shoot, but Billie had a way of making everything feel like it was just between the two of you, even in the middle of the chaos.

The song went on, but your attention was completely fixed on her—on the way she sang with such intensity, the way her lips moved to the words, and the way her presence consumed the room. With each verse, she added a little more playfulness, a little more heat. And as much as you tried to focus on the music, you couldn’t help but feel the electric pull between you.

Billie wasn’t done teasing you just yet. You could feel it, the way she was savoring the moment, enjoying the fact that she had this effect on you. It wasn’t just the lyrics or the video—it was her. And she knew it.

[nyanomachine]

Marcille x Falin x "I could eat that girl for lunch"

[little-blurry]

Disse que não esqueceria meu nome, nem hoje nem amanhã 🎶💙

[femmemonologue]

♫ she’s the headlights, i’m the deer ♫

[1sunny7]

obsessed with this song lately😍💜

[buzzbeezz7]

BILLIES EILISH’S NEW ALBUM AND OMG LUNCH??

so real!!!