#billie eilish x reader

[karaeilishh]

mamas

"fuck, you're so tight, so perfect" you whined as your wife held you down on her lap, fucking you senseless with her cock. your legs were weak from how fast you were bouncing on top of her. you decided to try out a new toy and it made her go wild. "i'm going to make you a fucking mama, yeah, baby?"

you throw your head back, pornographic moans escaping your lips as she hits that sweet spot inside you. "b-billie..." you grip her shoulders tighter, leaving red marks on her milky skin. "oh gosh, my stupid little wife... do you want me to fill you up so bad that you can't think straight?"

your desperation only amuses her, makes her fuck you faster, rougher, harder. she can't get enough of you. the thought of you being a fucking mamas after her cum... it drives her crazy. "do you want this, slut? do you want me to cum inside you?" her question sounds like a statement because she knows you want it. want to be filled with her.

"y-yes, please... cum inside me." your mouth is dry from how much you screamed this night, your voice dripping with the desire to give her everything she wants. and she will do the same. billie gives a few rough thrusts before entering the entire length and pressing the button at the base. you fucking felt it. you felt her cum dripping inside you. "i won't pull out until you're dripping."

fuck.

[chrissv4mp]

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[meliciousmel13]

➛ the mess is mine.

paring: Billie Eilish x Reader

warnings: smut, fluff, aftercare, dirty names? (billie calls r whore, slut) strap-on sex (r receiving), eating out, fingering, kind of breeding kink, possessive billie

wc: 5,121

SYNOPSIS: billie wakes up at 7am for her photoshoot and you offer to go with her. you were waiting for her to finish and finally go home to cuddle. but.. was that someone flirting with you?

an: was this too much? sorryy

It was 7:31 a.m. Billie was late by a whole 30 minutes. Why? Because of you. She was supposed to be at a photoshoot by now, but every time she tried to sneak out of bed, you’d cling to her as your life depended on it.

Her first attempt to replace her body with a pillow had failed spectacularly. The moment the cool fabric touched your skin instead of her warmth, you whined and mumbled something incoherent about her staying. Each time she tried to move, you tightened your hold, murmuring, “Just five more minutes.”

It’s been 30. Billie was still here, half sitting up and half trapped beneath you, her phone buzzing relentlessly on the nightstand.

“Baby,” she sighed, rubbing slow circles on your back in a last-ditch effort to reason with you, “I really need to go.”

“Why?” you mumbled, your voice muffled against her neck.

“Because I’m late for my photo shoot, angel,” she explained, her voice soft as she kissed the side of your neck. Her hands slid under your pajama shirt, gently rubbing your hips in a way that was meant to coax, but it only made you cling tighter.

“Why are you always leaving me?” you asked, your tone carrying more hurt than you meant to let show. Your arms locked around her like a lifeline, your cheek pressed against the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat.

She froze for a moment, guilt flickering across her face before she softened. “I’m not leaving you, sweetheart,” she murmured, running her fingers through your hair. “I’m just working.”

“You’re always working,” you replied, your voice laced with sleepy frustration.

She groaned, and couldn’t talk back because you were annoyingly right. Unfortunately, she was always working. Sometimes she stays late in your home studio. Sometimes have to remind her it’s 3 am and she needs to go to bed. You have to remind her to sleep. which made sense because she had a horrible sleep schedule.

“I know,” she admitted, pressing another kiss to your temple. “But I’ve got a two-day break after today. I promise I’m all yours.”

“Really?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep as you tilted your head to look at her.

“Yeah,” she said, turning onto her back and pulling you with her so you were sprawled across her chest. “Just let me get through today, and I’m yours, baby. Completely.”

Her hands slid to your thighs, holding them gently as she gave you a pleading look. “Please?”

You sat up slightly, perched on her lap as you eyed her skeptically. “Only if I can come with you.”

Billie blinked, caught off guard. “Sure?” she said, her voice cautious but amused.

You nodded, shifting to straddle her properly, your hands resting on her chest. “I’m serious.”

Her hands slid up your thighs, slightly gripping your upper thighs. Tilting her head, and smirking, almost like she knew what she was doing to you “You sure, baby? It’s going to be boring for you.”

“Maybe not if you keep talking like that,” you mumbled, mimicking her head tilt. She laughed, the sound warm and low, gently nudging you off her. “Alright, alright. But now we really need to go.”

She stretched, her arms reaching above her head as she let out a groan. Then she swung her legs over the side of the bed and hurried to pull on socks, nearly tripping in her rush.

You watched her with half-lidded eyes, still sprawled on the bed. She was barely awake, fumbling with her shirt and brushing her fingers through her hair in an attempt to look presentable. “You know,” you said, your voice teasing, “you’re just going to take that off when you get there.”

She paused to give you a playful glare. “And you’re not helping.”

“I’m keeping you warm,” you retorted, burrowing deeper into the blanket.

“You’re keeping me late,” she corrected, tossing a hoodie over her head before grabbing her phone.

Finally, Billie turned to you, her expression softening as she took in your sleepy pout. “Come on,” she coaxed, holding out a hand. “You said you wanted to come with me, remember?”

Grumbling, you crawled out of the warm cocoon of blankets and took her hand. Billie pulled you to your feet, her arms immediately wrapping around your waist to steady you as you swayed slightly.

“See? Now we’re both late,” she teased, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before tugging you toward the door.

“Whatever,” you replied, leaning into her side as she guided you out of the room.

A few hours later, you found yourself sitting on the edge of a plush couch in the corner of the photo studio, the quiet hum of activity around you. Billie had been whisked away the moment you two walked in, the staff bustling to get everything ready. The sound of camera shutters clicking, mixed with the low murmur of voices, created a backdrop of controlled chaos.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her from across the room. She moved so naturally, so confidently, like she belonged right there in the spotlight. Every pose felt effortless like she wasn’t even trying—just being. The stylist fussed over her outfit again, straightening seams and adjusting details, but Billie barely seemed to notice, too busy flashing the camera that playful, crooked smirk that somehow felt like it was meant just for you.

“She’s stunning,” someone from the crew muttered from nearby, and you couldn’t help but smile, proud to know her so intimately.

Even though she was surrounded by people, Billie’s eyes kept flickering over to you, catching your gaze and holding it for just a moment before she went back to her pose. Each time, there was a hint of a smile, as if reassuring you that despite the work, you were still on her mind.

As the photographer called for a break, Billie wandered over to you, her steps light but purposeful. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before sitting beside you, her body close to yours.

“How’s my angel doing?” she asked, her voice playful, but with an undercurrent of affection that made you melt.

You shrugged, grinning. “I’m surviving. It’s kind of boring without you though.”

She laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair out of your face. “I’m almost done, promise. Then it’s just you and me. No more work today.”

You leaned into her, pressing your cheek to her shoulder as you relaxed into the moment, letting the busyness of the shoot fade into the background. Billie’s hand found yours, her thumb gently stroking your skin, grounding you in the peace of this quiet space despite the chaos of the studio.

“Thanks for sticking with me,” she murmured softly, her lips brushing the top of your head. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Looking forward to it,” you replied with a smile.

Billie was barely out of the room when the guy approached, the sound of his shoes tapping on the floor as he made his way over to you. He flashed you a charming grin that made your skin crawl, leaning in way too close.

“Hey,” he said, his tone too smooth for comfort. “You’re looking a little lonely over here. Why don’t you come hang out with me instead of waiting around?”

You shifted uncomfortably, pulling away from him a little, but he didn’t take the hint. His eyes skimmed over you, lingering in all the wrong places. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you look all… out of it. I think I’d like to get to know you better.”

Before you could even respond, a cold, sharp voice sliced through the air, making the guy freeze mid-sentence.

“Get away from her. Now.”

Billie’s voice was so cold and hard it could’ve cut glass. She stormed toward you, her jaw clenched and her eyes practically burning holes through the guy. Without a moment’s hesitation, she stepped between you, her presence so commanding that the guy instinctively took a step back.

“Billie, come on, I’m just—” The guy started to laugh, clearly not understanding the shift in the air.

Billie’s eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a cruel smile that was anything but friendly. “I said back off,” she snapped, her voice low and full of venom. “You don’t talk to her. You don’t look at her. You don’t even breathe in her direction. Got it?”

The guy hesitated, clearly trying to size up the situation, but he wasn’t fast enough. Billie took a step forward, towering over him, her body language radiating pure menace. “She’s mine. You think you can just come up and flirt with what’s mine, huh? No. Not happening.”

He started to laugh again, trying to brush it off, but Billie didn’t care. “What’s so funny, huh?” she hissed, stepping even closer. “You think this is some joke? You think she’s some kind of toy for you to play with?”

The guy opened his mouth to say something, but Billie didn’t let him get a word out. “Shut up,” she spat, the words cutting him off like a whip. “She doesn’t want you. She’s not interested. I don’t want you near her. Do you understand?”

The guy looked taken aback, the smug expression slipping from his face as he realized Billie wasn’t backing down. He stepped back, trying to regain his composure, but Billie wasn’t finished.

She leaned in closer, her voice dangerously quiet now, but the fury in it was unmistakable. “Right?” Billie said, her eyes flashing darkly. “The mess is mine. All of her—every inch—is mine. And you’ll stay the hell away from her. Understood?”

The guy looked at Billie, his face turning a little pale as he mumbled something, his bravado completely deflated. He took one last glance at you before backing off without another word, clearly realizing he’d just made a very big mistake.

Billie stood there, watching him retreat with a satisfied, icy glare, her chest heaving slightly from the intensity of her anger. When she was sure he was gone, she turned to you, her expression softening just enough to show a hint of concern, but the possessive dominance never left her eyes.

“You okay?” she asked, her tone no longer sharp, but still filled with an unrelenting sense of control.

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you watched her, completely captivated by how fiercely she protected you.

“Good,” she murmured, her hand sliding around your waist as she pulled you into her side, her grip tight, almost like she was afraid someone else might try to get too close. “No one messes with what’s mine. Not while I’m around.”

You couldn’t help but shiver at the possessiveness in her voice, feeling a warmth spread through you as you leaned into her, your eyes meeting hers.

Billie pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering for just a moment longer than usual. “You belong to me, sweetheart. Remember that.”

Her words were like a brand on your soul, leaving no room for doubt. You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips as you whispered, “I remember, Billie. I remember.”

The car ride back home was suffocating in its silence, thick with tension. Billie’s eyes flicked to you every few moments, the corner of her lips curling into a slight, unreadable smile. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you, every passing second drawing you deeper into the pull of her presence.

As soon as the car stopped, Billie was out, slamming the door behind her. She didn’t wait for you, didn’t bother checking if you were right behind her—she knew you were.

The second you closed the car door, she was on you, her hands pulling you toward the front door of the house, fingers digging into your wrist. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Billie’s mouth was on yours, hot and demanding. Her hands pulled at your clothes roughly, almost like she couldn’t stand to have even a second where you weren’t completely hers.

She backed you up against the nearest wall, her lips tracing along your jaw with sharp, possessive kisses. “Bet you like this, huh?” Billie murmured, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath warm and heavy. “Bet you like when I make you mine, when I remind you who you belong to.” Her voice was low, gritty with lust, and there was no mistaking the authority in it. Every word felt like a brand, a reminder that you were hers.

You gasped, your body responding to her instantly, heat pooling in your stomach. You tried to push her off, just a little, needing a second to breathe, but she wasn’t having it. “No, no, no. You don’t get to push me away.” Her fingers tightened in your hair, forcing your head back to give her more access to your neck.

“You don’t get to stop me, baby. Not when I’m finally gonna remind you just how much you belong to me.” Her teeth scraped against your skin, sharp and possessive, making you shudder under her touch.

You let out a soft moan, the ache inside you becoming unbearable. “Fuck, you’re such a slut,” Billie growled, her hand sliding down your body roughly, squeezing your waist, her thumb brushing dangerously close to the waistband of your pants. “A slut for me, huh?” She smirked, her eyes dark with the kind of intensity that made you feel like you couldn’t breathe without her permission.

You shuddered, but there was no denying it—the heat that rushed through you at the sound of her words. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “Yours.” She froze, her eyes darkening even further as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, mocking kiss.

“Say it again, baby,” she commanded, her voice dripping with possessive need. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“m’ yours,” you breathed, your chest tightening with both the weight of her words and your own growing desire. Billie’s smirk deepened, satisfied with your response, but she wasn’t done with you yet.

Her hand slid down between your legs, her fingers pressing against the outline of your pants, brushing lightly against your core. “You really think you can walk around looking this fucking cute without me wanting to fuck you stupid?” Billie growled, her other hand sliding up her hoodie, her fingers pinching at your nipples in a way that made you gasp.

“You’re nothing but a little slut for me, and I’m gonna fuck you like one.” Her words hit you like a physical blow, and your whole body flushed with the weight of her command. You could feel yourself tightening under her touch, desperate for her, for her possession, for the way she made you feel like nothing outside of her mattered.

Billie stepped back, just for a moment, her eyes scanning you with dark amusement. “You’ve been teasing me all day, and now, you’re gonna pay for it,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. “Come here.” She grabbed your wrist again, pulling you toward the living room, her movements sharp and quick. You couldn’t stop yourself, not when she had you so worked up, so under her thumb.

When she threw you down on the couch, her gaze didn’t soften—it only grew darker. She stood over you for a moment, surveying you like a predator, her hands resting on her hips as she smirked down at you. “You’re mine. Don’t forget it.” Before you could say anything, she was on you again, this time less gentle, her hands finding the waistband of your pants with expert speed, yanking them down roughly, exposing your skin and pretty pink underwear to her hungry gaze.

She didn’t ask for permission, and didn’t need to. Billie’s hands roamed over your body, her grip firm and possessive, and she took a deep breath as if inhaling the very essence of you.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect for me,” she muttered, her lips finding your neck once more. Her teeth sank into your skin, marking you, claiming you. “No one else gets to touch you. No one but me, you understand?” You nodded, your breath quickening as her words sank in deeper, the way she was touching you making everything else fade away.

All that mattered now was Billie. Her touch, the way she made you feel like you were hers, and hers alone. “Good,” she whispered against your skin, her hands roaming even more boldly, pushing her hoodie past your chest and making it pool around your collarbones.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” she bit her lip, pinching and rolling your nipple with her thumb and index finger, “hm? You know how fucking pretty and cute you are don’t you? That’s why you were teasin’ me. You fuckin’ know.” she breathed out, leaning down and taking your nipple to her mouth, she looked up with lazy eyes, her pink tongue swirling and sucking your nipple.

“Bill— billie,” you whimper holding the back of her head and softly gripping her hair. Your back arching to press your breast further into her eager mouth.

“Yeah? Can’t even handle something so simple, fuck,” she sighed, looking down and seeing the large, obvious wet spot in your underwear. “Got so wet and I didn’t even do anything yet.” She smiled, rubbing softly with her thumb and pushing the damp fabric to the side, exposing your glistening cunt to her hungry eyes.

“Look at you, all ready for me,” Billie purred, her fingers teasing along your slit. “So eager, so desperate to be touched.”

She pushed a finger inside you, curling it just so, and you cried out, your hips bucking against her hand. “That’s it, baby. Give me those sweet sounds. Let me hear how much you want it.”

Billie added another finger, pumping them in and out, her thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t wait to feel this cunt squeezing my dick.”

She picked up the pace, her fingers driving into you harder, faster, the wet squelch of your arousal filling the room. “You like that, hm baby? Like feeling me inside you, stretching you open?”

You could only moan in response, your body tensing as the pressure built inside you. Just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, Billie withdrew her fingers, leaving you empty and aching.

“Not yet,” she tutted, a wicked grin on her face. “I’m not done playing with you. Need to hear you beg for it first.”

She dipped her head down, her tongue swiping over your clit, and you nearly screamed at the sudden sensation. “Please,” you gasped, fisting your hands in her hair. “Please, Billie, I need…”

“Need what?” she asked, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Billie’s fingers teased along your slit once more, barely dipping inside, just enough to drive you wild with need. “Tell me what you need,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I need you,” you whimpered, arching your back, trying to press yourself further into her touch. “I need your fingers, your tongue, anything. Please, Billie, m’ so close.”

She chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “So desperate. So needy for my touch.” Her fingers circled your clit, firm and relentless, pushing you closer to the edge. “Beg for it, baby. Beg for my fingers in your tight little cunt.”

“Please,” you moaned, your hips bucking against her hand. “Please, Billie, I need your fingers inside me. I need you to make me come. Please, please—I’ll do anything.”

“That’s more like it,” she purred, sliding two fingers back inside you, pumping them in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. “Such a good little slut, begging so prettily for me.”

She curled her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your vision go white, and you cried out, your walls clenching around her digits. “Fuck, Billie! M’ gonna cum— can’t—”

She didn’t stop, her fingers driving into you harder, faster, the wet squelch of your arousal filling the room. “Come for me,” she commanded, her thumb pressing down on your clit. “Come on my fingers like the desperate little whore you are.”

And you did, your body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pleasure radiating through your core. You clenched around her fingers, your juices coating her hand as she worked you through it, drawing out every last bit of your pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, her fingers still moving inside you, prolonging your climax. “Milk my fingers. Show me how much you needed that.”

You could only moan in response, your body trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. Billie’s fingers continued their relentless pace, drawing out your pleasure until you thought you couldn’t take anymore.

Finally, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good when you come,” she purred, her eyes dark with lust. “I could eat this pretty cunt all day.”

She moved down your body, settling between your legs, and you whimpered at the feeling of her hot breath on your sensitive flesh. “One more,” she promised, her tongue darting out to lap at your clit. “wanna feel you come on my tongue.”

She set to work, her mouth and fingers alternating between teasing and pleasuring, pushing you towards another climax. Your hands fisted in the sheets, your body arching off the bed as she drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Billie, please,” you begged, your voice hoarse from crying out her name. “I need to come. Please— make me come.”

She hummed against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. “Come for me, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”

And with a final flick of her tongue, you did, your back bowing off the bed as the second orgasm ripped through you. Billie moaned, lapping up your release, prolonging your pleasure until you collapsed back onto the mattress, spent and sated.

She crawled up your body, pressing soft kisses along your neck and jaw. “Such a good girl,” she praised, her fingers carding through your hair. “so proud of you angel.”

You could only nod, too exhausted to form any coherent words. Billie chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your lips before climbing off the couch.

Billie smirked as she climbed off the couch, her fingers still glistening with your juices. “Wait here,” she mumbled.

She sauntered out of the living room, leaving you panting and aching for more. Your mind raced with possibilities of what she might return with - toys, restraints, who knows what else.

Minutes later, Billie reappeared, a mischievous glint in her eye. In her hand, she held a large, strap-on.

“On your hands and knees,” she commanded, her voice low and authoritative.

You scrambled to obey, assuming the position on the couch. Your heart raced with anticipation as you felt Billie’s presence behind you.

“Such a good little whore,” she purred, running the strap-on teasingly along your slit. “So eager to be filled, aren’t you?”

You whimpered and pushed back against the toy, desperate to feel it inside you. Billie chuckled darkly.

“Patience, I’m going to fuck this tight pussy so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

With that promise, she pressed forward, and positioned herself at your entrance, the thick head of the strap-on nudging insistently against your sensitive folds. With a single, powerful thrust, she sheathed herself fully inside you, your slick walls parting to accommodate her girth.

“Fuck yes,” Billie groaned, her hips grinding against yours as she hilted deep. “Love feeling this tight cunt swallowing my cock. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

She set a punishing pace, her thrusts hard and deep, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and Billie’s grunts of exertion.

“Take it,” she commanded, her fingers digging into the meat of your thighs hard enough to bruise. “Take my fucking cock like the desperate whore you are. Milk it with this greedy little cunt.”

Your body was a livewire of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building, a tidal wave of ecstasy poised to crash over you at any moment.

“Billie,” you keened, your hands scrabbling at her sweat-slicked back. “Please, I’m so close. Make me come on your cock. Fill me up, please!”

“That’s it, baby,” she growled, her hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. “Come for me. Come all over my fucking dick.”

And with a few more well-angled thrusts, you did, your cunt clamping down on the strap as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through your core.

Billie carefully pulls out, her movements slow and gentle as she helps you settle back, her hands soothingly stroking your body. She leans down, her breath soft against your skin, whispering, “You did so good for me, baby.”

You’re still a little dazed, your eyes half-lidded as you look up at her, feeling the warmth of her touch and the aftershocks of everything slowly settling in your chest. Billie’s gaze softens as she notices the way you’re still processing, her hand resting lightly on your hip, a grounding presence.

“Just breathe, okay?” she murmurs, her voice low and comforting. Her fingers trace the curve of your jaw, pushing the strands of hair from your face, and she smiles softly as she sees how you melt into her touch.

She leans in, pressing a light kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment. “I’ve got you, always. You’re safe with me.”

You nod, finally feeling the tension in your body ease as she holds you, her warmth enveloping you. Billie’s body is close, and she doesn’t let go of you, making sure you feel cared for and cherished. You rest your head against her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat, and feel the weight of her embrace ground you as the world slowly comes back into focus.

Billie smiles softly, her fingers gently brushing over your skin, lingering on the back of your neck. She takes a moment to study you, her eyes filled with affection as she notices the exhaustion settling in your features.

“How about a bath?” she asks, her voice tender like she’s offering you a moment of calm after everything. “I can run one for you, make sure you’re all clean and relaxed.”

You hum softly, the idea of sinking into warm water feels like the perfect way to unwind. Her hand moves to your waist, guiding you gently to sit up, and she stands beside you, already reaching for the blankets to pull them back.

“I’ll take care of you,” Billie promises, her gaze never leaving yours. She leans in and presses another kiss to your forehead, a reassurance of her care. “You deserve to feel good, baby.”

She helps you to your feet, her touch light yet steady, making sure you don’t feel rushed as she leads you toward the bathroom. The soft glow of the dim lights in the room and the sound of water running sets the mood—peaceful, quiet.

You sink deeper into the warmth of the bath, your body still humming from everything that just happened. You take a deep breath, your eyes closing for a moment as you let the heat wash over you.

“That was a lot,” you admit, your voice soft, still coming down from the intensity.

Billie, standing beside the tub, looks down at you with a small smile, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. She crouches down, brushing her hand over your hair, fingers tangling through the wet strands. “I know, baby,” she says, her voice tender, as if she understands exactly what you mean. “But you did so good.”

Without saying much more, Billie undresses quickly, and before you can blink, she’s stepping into the tub behind you. The water splashes around her as she settles in, almost instantly pulling you into her arms. Her presence is solid, grounding you in a calm way after everything.

She guides you to lean back against her chest, your head resting against her shoulder as she envelops you in her warmth. Her hands start running through your hair again, gentle and soothing. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs, her voice soft and calming. “We can just relax here for a while, okay? No rush.”

You let out a breath, the weight of everything finally beginning to melt away. Billie’s arms are around you, keeping you close, and her touch is reassuring and soft. She kisses the top of your head, her lips lingering there for a moment before she whispers, “Let go, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Billie’s hands slide down your arms, her touch still gentle as she pulls you closer, her body pressed firmly against yours in the warm water. She stays silent for a moment, her breath steady, as if thinking over everything that happened.

After a beat, her voice breaks the quiet, soft but tinged with concern. “Was I too rough with you?” she asks, her tone unexpectedly vulnerable. “Too mean?”

You look up at her, meeting her eyes as she watches you carefully, her fingers now tracing delicate patterns on your skin. Her usual confidence is there, but there’s an underlying softness, a need for reassurance that surprises you.

“I just want to make sure I didn’t push you too far,” she adds, her voice almost hesitant, as if she’s testing the waters for your response.

You let out a small sigh, the warmth of the bath soothing you further, and shake your head. “No… it wasn’t like that,” you whisper, reaching up to touch her face, your fingertips grazing her cheek. “You were just… exactly what I needed.”

Billie’s eyes soften, the tension in her shoulders easing as she absorbs your words. She pulls you closer once more, her embrace wrapping around you like a cocoon, protective and caring.

“I just want to take care of you,” she murmurs, her voice low and sincere. “I’m here, always.”

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okay but prompt #8 w billie where reader is also an artist/singer- billie and reader don’t get along great kind of like rivals but after reader and billie attend some kind of event photographers get a photo of reader giving billie kind of a dirty look and they start getting a lot of backlash and start losing followers so they confront billie and beg her to like pretend to be friends with reader or make some kind of statement in order to fix readers career and obviously billie wants something in exchangeee 🤭

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b.eilish no.9

sex in exchange for a favour

"just admit that you want me," billie teased cornering you in the studio. you had to play nice. everyone had told you after the disaster that was the great stare down. it's not that you didn't like her, you just didn't fuck with her. she was doing her thing, you were doing yours. did it bother you that she was just so effortlessly while you had to work your ass off to be liked? yeah. did it bother you that she was so hot everyone wanted her including you at some point? you weren't going to answer that.

"me? want you? ha." you scoffed crossing your arms and tilting your head ready to launch another snide comment. "in your dreams, eilish." god, that was pathetic. was that the best you could do? you simply pursed your lips and stared her down trying not to get intimidated by her glaring look.

"then i must be dreaming right now because it's so obvious," she whispered breathing down your neck. you hadn't noticed how she practically had you leaned against the door of the recording room. how her breathing was so warm against your skin and her eyes a beautiful piercing blue. you closed your eyes tight trying not to let her win, but she was right. god, she was fucking right. you opened your eyes unraveling your crossed arms.

your hand boldly clung to her belt. fingers fumbling with the buckle as she gulped and looked down at your hands. you didn't take your eyes off her face knowing that if you showed any signs of remotely liking this, she'd have the upper hand. the belt came undone as you unbuttoned her pants letting them pool around her ankles. she grabbed the back of your head as you kneeled. staring into her eyes while she leaned her hand against the door supporting her weight waiting for you to pull off her underwear.

you did no such thing. you simply palmed her over the lacy fabric feeling the very evident wet spot. you smirked when her lips parted and her brows furrowed. snarled when she bucked her hips and almost growled as you shoved her underwear to the side harshly slipping your fingers into her pussy without warning. she gasped and breathed heavily. her glazed eyes threatening to close, but she was just as persistent as you trying to maintain eye contact as to win whatever game you were silently playing.

you shoved your fingers so deep in her cunt she was full on fucking herself on your digits. swaying her hips and gripping the back of your neck as she tried to pull you closer. wanting your pretty lips on her throbbing clit. wanting to feel your tongue on her skin, but you held yourself firm not wanting to give into her.

she'd take what you gave her even if she was the one doing you a favor in the end.

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[tan1shere]

Tattoos

A/n: Was just listening to Agora Hills when I just had to write a little something about it - sorry if this isn't the best. Have this while I work on her favorite. I didn't know what to do at the end 😔

Warnings - smuttyish content ?! || masterlist

You thought you hid it well but you guess not. You were currently on your way home from a long shift at work. It was currently 8 pm. You open the door to your home and head in. You see her standing there infront of you, loose sweats and a loose button up shirt. She had done a few things today so probably just wanted to be comfortable with that and the sweatpants on. You look at her confused on why she's just standing there. "Hi babe." You say with caution. "Licking on her tattoos, or even my own." Whyd that sound so familiar.

"Maybe hitting and smacking too." Your face stays the same, utterly confused. "Hello to you to?" You walk further in when she flashes a black book. Your sex book. It was just some silly thing you had written in for laughs, even if deep down those were some actual fantasies of yours. "Oh..." How'd she even find it. You don't even remember where you last put it, it had been that long. "Got home earlier today and wanted to clean our room a bit. Then found this. Is it true?" You didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or nervous.

Her head tilts at you and that's when your nerves kicked in. Billie would never ever make you feel embarrassed over anything. "They might be." You fiddle with your fingers. "Yeah? You wanna lick my tattoos? The one on my spine." Your throat closes that was the exact one you were thinking of. That and the one on her upper. Upper. Thigh. "Where else?" She walks over to you slowly. "I uhm.. uh-" "My thigh one?" You look into her eyes, hers were droopy. "You didn't read it all right?" She smirks.

How dumb could you be right now. "Sure did baby. Got some interesting desires in here." Your head spins at the closeness, her lips being so close to your own. "You know, I think I wanna lick on that one tattoo of yours. You know what one I'm talking about. It's almost like mine." You gulp loudly. You had a tramp stamp on your lower back, she was talking about that. "You can.." You quietly utter. "Can I?" Her tone was mocking. You stay quiet. "I mean, i was planning to do so anyway." Then suddenly you were being slung over her shoulder. Heading straight for the bedroom. She lays you down, hovering over you hungrily.

Your breath catches as she hastily takes your pants off. Her hands reach to lift your shirt up a bit. "Bills." You sigh out, really wanting to be the one to kiss her dragon tat. "Patience, I'll give you what you want." You let out an annoyed whine, wanting to now. "Hey hey, don't be like that. Just want to admire you first. Then I'm all yours." You nod slowly, taking in her words. Calming down just slightly as her fingers run over your body. But you get impatient again.

"Baby let me lick on your tattoos."

She smirks at you as you say that, grabbing your waist and flipping you so you're straddling her. Your hands retract to the sides of her stomach. She smiles up at you. "Go on then, take my pants off." You gladly obey, starting to pull them both off. Your eyes land right on the tattoo, big and beautiful. Her hand cups your jaw. Swiping some drool that had escaped in the process. "Look at you, such a mess already and we haven't even started. Cute." She smirks at you, loving how your face relaxes into your hand like putty. "Go on baby, know you're dyin for it."

You nod yet again, moving your face to her thigh, your tongue darting out and licking slightly over the ink. She watches you intently, moving her hand into your hair, lacing it throughout. "That's it.." She says more so to herself. But you clearly hear it. Going mental inside. It made you wonder what else she'd be willing to do in the dumb little book of yours. Your tongue eagerly moves all over the dragon, slowly becoming dazed as you can smell her so close, your head moves. Going to just have a little lick but she grabs your face. "Just the tattoo." She was messing with you.

She knew how badly you wanted to taste her with your raging oral fixation. "But please.. The smells going to my head." You whine. She chuckles at you, faking a sad look. "Naww, is it making that stupid brain go fuzzy?" Another nod. "Shame, tattoo. Keep doing what you were doing." She was so tempting, you just wanted to have a little lick of her. But you adored how much she was enjoying the show of your licks on her tattoo. It was different for the both of you, something simple yet still effective. "There you go, so good at listening huh?" Your teeth retract going to bite, she lets out a breath but she sure as hell enjoyed the action. Biting her lip in the process.

You may not of gotten a taste of her that night but she got a taste of an amazing show.

[trulyy-yourzz]

Hii mami

how you doing today ? I have an idea

can you make one where r is Billie’s teacher and has a husband (shes secretly a lesbian)but Billie doesn’t gaf and wants her but r keeps saying no so one day Billie pulls up at r house pretending having tutoring lessons with her and ends up fucking r at her house while her husband is here (they don’t get caught btw)

im in no rush honey

take ur time

ilyyy

♡smut. - B.E x fem!reader

Hi babyy! I was wondering where you had disappeared too. But back again with the wonderful ideas I see 🤭 ilyy! Enjoy love

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You loved your husband. You really did. But the journey through marriage was the one thing that made you realize sudden... changes.

For a few years now, you have taught physiology for the longest. It was one of your favorites back when you were in university. Even though you often got clowned for it.

But you especially loved teaching that class because of one particular girl..

Billie.

She was everyone's favorite. They loved her for who she was and how she was with others. There was not one negative thing about her... she was perfect from her dark silky hair to her diamond like eyes to her odd but very attractive choice of clothing.

You tried to push her away. You really did. But the more she interacted with you, the more attraction you felt towards her. It was like a magnetic pull you couldn't intercept. A strong knot you couldn't untie.

You were at your desk, lost in thought while everyone was too focused on an assignment or having their own conversations.

You stared at your laptop, biting on your nail as you scrolled through your emails mindlessly. You had applied to teach at a more professional position at your school and hadn't gotten an email back yet when you should've around this time.

You rested your face in the palm of your hands, sighing deeply.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, a soft voice calling your name. So you looked up and she smiled when you saw her. Her smile was a grin that challenged the boundaries of her face. And bright eyes that practically hypnotized you without the entiention to.

"Hi babe, feeling okay?" You loved the way she talked to you... loved the way she called you those cute little nicknames in that arousing tone that turned you on more than it should've. You had a husband.

You had everything any other woman could want.. a big house, a stable job that paid good money, and a loving man who cherished and spoiled you every single day. Then why wasn't it enough? Why weren't you satisfied.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Thank you, Billie." She tilted her head and the grin on her face more prominent as she leaned in closer, her hands planted on the desk for support.

"You seem stressed babe... I know a thing or two to help with that."

You swallowed. Hard. You felt your body weaken at the intense eye contact between you two. The tension in the air felt more and more dominant as the time passed by. It was like she could see right through you. Undressing you with her eyes, slowly. painfully.

"Uhm..." And before you could finish your sentence, the bell rang. dismissing all students from their classes. Thank god.

After hours of reviewing papers and driving through the flooded streets from the pouring rain, you'd finally made it home. Your husband was still in his office around this time, nost likely fallen asleep. He was pretty strict about not being bothered, so you did your best to leave him alone.

He would stay in his office for hours and come out early in the morning. This was an everyday thing, so you often slept in the room alone. It was sad, but you were understanding.

You finally took a hot shower, feeling in need of one all day. It was around 6 p.m., so you still had time before you'd head to bed. You threw on a black silk nightgown and walked out into the living room, plopping onto the couch and sighing deeply.

You were lost in thought once again, and your mind ran back to the interaction with Billie earlier that day.

The way she looked at you had been replaying in your had all day. You could feel the intimacy through her gaze. It was hot. It was seductive.

You took a deep breath and snaked your hand to the lace of the bottom of your nightgown, tugging at it slightly as you bit down on your lip. This was wrong. But you couldn't help it. She made you like this. You were fine without sex in your marriage, or so you thought, for all your husband did was work. You did try to at least have a little action with him. But his excuse was always 'I'm busy'.

All that built-up sexual frustration multiplied as each day went by. You felt unwanted. Like you weren't enough for him.

You slid the fabric covering your pussy to the side, revealing all the wetness that had built up on your underwear.

Your head fell back against the cushion of the couch as you slid a finger inside your dripping cunt. You squirmed and let out an unsatisfied whine. It wasn't enough. You tried adding another finger, but before you could, you were interrupted by the doorbell that echoed throughout the house.

Your body shot up, and you fixed yourself before walking over to the front of the house. You opened the door, and your eyes widened at the sight of Billie right in front of you.

"Hi beautiful." She smiled. "Billie? How did you...?" She chuckled as her eyes ran down your figure, noticing the thin fabric that covered absolutely nothing. It was short and very inviting. And the fact that you hadn't been wearing a bra had her questioning what she even came here for. It took every bone in her body not to just pounce on you right then and there.

You noticed her checking you out, and you gasped, realizing you had been showing quite a lot of skin. "Oh, uh... one second." She smirked, and you closed the door behind you. Running to your room to grab a sweater and throwing it over your head.

Billie smiled at you once you'd open the door again, inviting her in. "Sorry about that..." you said nervously. "No worries. The night dress was cute, though. What a shame you changed"

You felt your body heat up. You were embarrassed... just a minute ago, your hands were in places they shouldn't have been. touching yourself to the thoughts of her.

And now she was on your couch, sitting in the same spot you were just fucking yourself on. Or at least attempting to.

You eyed the door to your husband's office, clearing your throat before you spoke. "So.. to what do I owe the pleasure?" She turned her head to look at you, standing in the kitchen. Billie bit down on her lip before she stood up. "Well... I just needed some help."

Your heart began to race, every heart beat louder than the next as she got closer with every step towards you. "The assignment from earlier today. I don't quite understand it?"

You swallowed. Hard. She looked so hot. Sweatpants hanging low on her waist, just enough for her tattoo and colored boxers to peak through, a black hoodie that was slightly cropped. Oh, and you can't forget about her messy dark hair flipped to the side. 'Fuck. me.' You thought to yourself. Figuratively but mostly literally of course.

"What was there not to understand? I'm pretty sure I explained it pretty well." Billie leaned over the counter across from you, biting down on her lip as she smiled.

"Really? I guess I was just distracted." For a second, you got lost in her iris. Distracted by the slight glimmer in her eyes from the light, making them pop. You took a deep breath. "Best pay attention then, love."

She had to physically hold back from pretty much dicking you down on your own counter. The sudden nickname making her body shiver as she groaned. "Or you could help me now?"

You raised your brows, nodding your head slowly. "And what do I get in return?" You smugged, licking your lips as you looked at her own. Dammit. This was your student you were flirting with. But it was so hard to resist her when she talked to you like this.

"Why ruin the surprise pretty? You'll find out soon enough. " You exhaled, mind wondering to all the types of 'surprises' she could be talking about. "Why not tell me now.. I'm impatient." No. You wanted her to show you.

Your bottom lip stuck out, pouting before you walked around the kitchen island and stood next to her, softening your voice. "Think of this as... extra credit?"

Fuck it. She wanted you now. Show you exactly what she'd been wanting to do to you for so long. Forget the fact that you had a husband. You didn't love him anyway. Romantically, at least.

She grabbed your hips, pinning you in front of her, the counter digging into your back before she lifted you up, sitting your body down carefully onto the cold marble. "For all the hard work I'm about to do? Extra credit would be very much appreciated."

She tugged on your sweatshirt, urging you to take it off before sliding her hand up your thigh. Dangerously close to your heat... exactly where you'd wanted her. "Take this off for me baby." She whispered. And without another thought, you did as you were told, yanking the hoodie off of your body and now exposing the black satin gown you were wearing earlier. It was getting too hot anyway. Especially with her here in front of you.

Billie hummed, pleased with how fast you'd responded to her. So precious. She slid her hand farther up your thigh, pulling at the elastic of the fabric that covered your cunt and sliding it off of your legs. You whimpered, feeling the cool breeze between your legs.

"Shh. Wouldn't want your husband to hear. Would we now?" You shook your head. She shoved your underwear in the pocket of her sweatpants before picking you up and bringing you to whatever room she could find. Preferably yours. The thought of fucking you in the master bedroom you shared with your husband was fucking hot.

She carefully tossed you onto the cushion of the bed, lying on your back as she crawled up to you, hovering over your body. "You have no clue how long I've wanted to do this."

You brought your hands up, wrapping them around her neck as you pulled her closer, tangling your fingers in her hair. "Better get to it then." She smirked devishly. Impressed by your sudden boldness.

"Yes ma'am." She maneuvered her way down to your heat, grabbing onto the bottom of your nightgown before lifting it up to your mouth. "Here. Try not to be too loud mama." You nodded your head, biting down onto the fabric.

You couldn't help but squirm beneath her. Like you were a woman stripped of your own pleasure. You hadn't felt the warmth of someone else's touch in so long. But now here you were... so needy and desperate for her to touch you. Even her breath on your skin made you shiver.

"Brace yourself." She said. And that made you think about every little thing she was about to do to you. Mind racing on what she would and wouldn't do. And she could tell, but she didn't want you thinking about it. Just wanted you to feel it. Feel her. And before you knew it, she licked a stripe up your folds. Slowly. soaking in the taste of you.

Your body jumped, surprised by the sudden contact. You grabbed onto the sheets and tried your hardest to hold back the guttiest moan ever.

Billie kissed your thigh and soothed your skin with her soft hands. She wanted to make sure you were okay. You whimpered and ran your hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.

"Please.."

"Patience, baby. Don't worry, I'll make sure you feel reaaal good."

You felt something press against your cunt, something small but hard. Before you could look down to see what it was, you felt it vibrate, making you ball up her hair in your fist. "Oh my god."

You heard her chuckle before pushing it between your folds. "Found it just lying on the floor by your desk. Convenient, dont you think?" You couldn't even respond. The feeling of her breath against your pussy as she pushed the vibrator deeper into you with her fingers sending you into a bliss. All you could see were stars, your vision blurring as you fluttered your eyes closed.

You bit down harder onto the gown, your body quivering. Chest heaving. "Feels good?" You nodded your head, processing her words as best as you could.

"God, you look so beautiful. I always thought you would, but this.. fuck." She sat up, leaving the vibrator to do the work as she slid down her sweatpants, throwing them to the side to retrieve later. You looked down, noticing the bulge in her boxers.

No fucking way.

She took off the boxers, revealing the fake dick she had strapped to her waist. You couldn't help but stare. She had that on the whole time. From the moment she was at your front door.

"Bille, i dont.." – "You tell me you don't want it. Then I won't give it to you. But once I start, there's no stopping."

She gulped. Would something that big even fit inside? It'd been too long, you weren't very confident. "Okay.." You nodded your head, reassuring her that you wanted to continue, and she tilted her head, humming.

She spit where her cock lined up with your enterance, groaning before she pushed inside slowly. Now that.. that was the hottest thing you've ever fucking seen.

"Wait! Billie the vibra–" and before you could finish your sentence, she was fully inside you, down to the brim. Pushing the vibrator farther into your pussy.

"Woops." She watched as your eyes rolled back, your hand gripping onto her wrist as she held onto your waist, pulling you closer as if she wasn't deep enough. She wanted to be close to you. Closer than ever before... She wanted to become one.

The nightgown fell from your mouth as you moaned out for her. "Quiet, my love." She said breathlessly.

It was so sensual. She treated you better than he ever could. Loved you better than he ever could. It ignited a fire inside you that you never thought existed. It felt so good. Burned so good.

"More– please.. please." She shifted her body, moving herself somehow closer than she already was. She threw your leg over her shoulder, and pushed her fingers inside your pussy, reaching for the vibrator before sliding it out carefully. Trying not to hurt you.

Once she did, she re-entered her cock inside your cunt, which was practically drowning it in your juices. She was hitting your walls at a new angle, causing you to squeeze around her and let out a soft moan.

"As you wish." She groaned, pulling out slowly and thrusting herself deeper. Harder. The new angle only adding to the pleasure. Who would've thought this woman could fuck you ten times better than your husband ever could.

She thrusted her cock inside you at an unbelievable pace, as if she was some kind of sex god. You reached up for her, wanting her to hold you. Wanting to feel her warmth radiate onto you. So she pulled you up, sitting you on her lap as you rode her, causing her to hit you at, once again, an entirely different angle.

Your head fell onto her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her neck as you masked in her scent. Only the wet sounds of your body connecting in the most lustful ways ever bouncing off the walls of the room.

You could feel your climax approaching. And so could Billie. Your walls clenched around her cock, making it more difficult for her to fuck you properly.

"You got it. Come for me, baby. I know you can." Your body convulsed as you gripped onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin, causing her to hiss. She figured it would leave a mark, but who cares. She just wanted to make you feel good.

"Fuuuck..!" You choked on a moan, bringing your head up as you pushed your lips onto hers, tongues fighting for dominance. Eventually getting you to surrender, she bit down on your lip and brought her hand down to your clit, pressing down as she traced figure eights, luring your climax closer.

Your mouth hung open, resting your forehead on hers as you came on her cock, it felt like you were a virgine coming for the first time. You surely weren't. But that's just how good she made you feel.

She soothed your back and continued her repeating motion on your clit, helping you ride out your climax as you grinded ontop of her. Your body tensed and shuddered, eyes tearing up as she lifted your head and wiped them with her thumb.

"You okay?" You just nodded your head, still trying to catch your breath, your body still stuck between the realm of pleasure and reality.

She kissed your forehead before lying you back down onto the bed. "I'll be right back, okay?" You raised your brows, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched her walk away into your bathroom.

A few minutes later, she came out with a warm cloth and sat down next to you, smiling before she began wiping you down. "Thank you." She just laughed softly, making you feel a little embarrassed even though you were a grown ass woman. She just had that power over you. "You're welcome, my love."

You felt your eye lids slowly flutter closed. You tried to fight it, but the feeling of her hand soothing over your body with a cloth made you feel warm... and quite tired. She placed the palm of her hand on your cheek, caressing softly with her thumb before she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your lips. And a few minutes later, you were fast asleep.

"Rest well, my love."

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Notes: i actually kinda hate this... but i wasn't gonna rewrite the whole thing. AGAIN.. Hopefully, you like it more than i do😅 enjoy my loves💝

[yourbiggestcrybaby]

Just My Type

Billie Eilish x Fem!Celebrity!Reader

No warnings

Billie is stuck at a boring red carpet event but then she sees you. At first she assumes you are just another silly superficial Hollywood celebrity but soon enough she realises you are just her type.

Billie glanced around the event hall, barely hiding her boredom as she tugged at the hem of her oversized shirt. Everything about this charity gala was drenched in glitz and glam, from the sparkling chandeliers to the elegant gowns and tuxedos that seemed almost too stiff to be real. She felt totally out of place, shifting her weight and debating how soon she could duck out without causing a scene.

And then she saw you.

You were standing near the center of the room, laughing and chatting with a small group. Your pink satin dress shimmered under the lights, perfectly hugging your curves, and your hair was styled to perfection, not a strand out of place. Billie’s eyes couldn’t help but linger, taking in the glossy lips, the subtle highlighter, and the aura of confidence you carried as if you were born for this kind of scene.

Her gut instinct kicked in immediately. Definitely a mean girl, she thought, trying to dismiss the weird flutter in her chest. You looked like the type who’d dismiss her in a heartbeat, probably scoff at her clothes, maybe roll your eyes and walk away with a haughty laugh.

But for some reason, she couldn’t stop looking. There was something about the way you moved, the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed. Billie scolded herself for caring, tearing her eyes away and busying herself with the phone in her hand.

She was scrolling through random messages when she heard someone clear their throat nearby. When she looked up, she was hit with the sight of you standing directly in front of her, a curious, open smile playing on your lips. And now, up close, she could see the tiny sparkles in your eyeshadow, the way your cheeks had a natural blush, and—she’d never admit it out loud—the way her heart was suddenly racing for no good reason.

“Hey… Billie, right?”

She blinked, caught off guard. This girl actually knows who I am?

“Uh, yeah.” She shifted awkwardly, suddenly hyper-aware of her slouchy outfit compared to your perfectly put-together look. “And you are…?”

“(Y/N),” you said smoothly, reaching out a hand. Your handshake was warm, firm, and strangely comforting. “I’m a huge fan, actually. I’ve been listening to your music since… well, forever. I’m kind of freaking out getting to meet you like this.”

Wait, what? Billie blinked, caught between disbelief and something she couldn’t quite name. She’d been so ready to write you off as some stuck-up socialite, but here you were, looking at her like you actually cared. Like she wasn’t just some famous face, but a person.

“Oh… cool. Thanks,” she said, trying not to look too flustered. “Didn’t expect someone like, uh… you to be into my stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow, your expression shifting into a look that was both curious and amused. “Someone like me?”

Billie bit her lip, feeling a little embarrassed, but she couldn’t take it back now. She gestured to your dress, your nails, the whole polished, effortless look you had going. “Yeah, y’know. Fancy. All done-up.”

Your eyes sparkled with laughter, and you let out a soft, genuine laugh that caught Billie completely off guard.

“I get it. Trust me, I know I can come off as a little… well, Barbie-ish,” you said with a playful wink. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel like a mess half the time. I really am a big fan, though. You manage to put a lot of what I feel into words and that’s pretty rare.”

Billie softened, nodding slowly as she took that in. She was used to people giving her compliments, but it hit differently coming from you. You seemed to get her as unexpected as it was.

She tried to play it cool, shrugging. “Guess we all feel like messes. But, I don’t know, sometimes I just get tired of pretending.”

You stayed like that for a while, talking about everything from music to weird food combinations, telling stories that had both of you cracking up and feeling like you’d known each other way longer than a few minutes. Billie found herself glancing down at her feet, hiding her smile more than once, trying to keep cool.

Eventually, you glanced over your shoulder, a bit reluctant. “I should probably find my friends; they’re probably wondering where I wandered off to.” You hesitated, looking at her with this expression that made Billie’s heart race again. “It was really nice meeting you, Billie.”

And before she could stop herself, Billie blurted out, “Wait! I, uh…” She ran a hand through her hair, a little embarrassed but determined not to let you just walk away. “I don’t wanna be here either. Wanna sneak out? There’s probably a nice spot somewhere where we can actually talk without… all this.”

You grinned, and there was something mischievous in your eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The two of you slipped out of the event hall, Billie leading you down a back hallway she’d spotted earlier. You pushed open a side door, and it led to a quiet garden, empty and dimly lit by a few string lights hanging from the trees. It was quiet, peaceful, and a world away from the buzzing event inside.

The cool night air was a relief, and Billie leaned against a nearby bench, watching as you gazed up at the stars, letting out a contented sigh.

“This is way better,” you murmured, glancing back at her with a soft smile. “Thanks for rescuing me.”

Billie chuckled, shoving her hands in her pockets. “Guess we rescued each other.” She shrugged, feeling a little bolder now. “You’re actually… really cool, you know that? Way different than I thought.”

“Same goes for you,” you said, stepping a little closer, so close she could catch that faint hint of your perfume. “I thought you’d be, like, intimidating or maybe hard to talk to, but you’re just… you.”

Her breath caught, and for once, Billie didn’t have a witty reply. She just looked at you, caught up in the way your eyes reflected the string lights, and realized just how hard she was crushing.

The two of you stood there in comfortable silence, her hand brushing yours accidentally, lingering a little longer than either of you expected.

Maybe parties weren’t so bad after all.

[pinkslipxox]

Lullabies of Love:

Summary: Billie sings you to sleep

Warnings: none, just fluff ❤️🥰

**will be posting requests tomorrow xx**

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In the gentle glow of the evening, you lie nestled in the soft embrace of your girlfriend, Billie. The room is cozy, filled with a warm atmosphere that feels almost palpable, punctuated only by the soft hum of music playing faintly in the background. Plush blankets and scattered pillows surround the two of you, creating a perfect sanctuary from the outside world.

You sigh in content, snuggling deeper into Billie’s chest, her gentle warmth comforting and familiar. Moments like these make all the chaos in your lives worth it. Just you and Billie, just as it should be.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Billie asks softly, her voice laced with warmth.

“Just how lucky I am to have you,” you hum in reply as a smile tugs stop your lips. “You make my heart so full.”

“I feel the same way, you know,” she murmurs, her cheeks flushing at the sweetness of your words. She then plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a moment. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Bills,” you say and lift your head up from her chest and press your lips against hers. The kiss is soft and sweet, lingering just a second longer than necessary, the two of you savoring the moment.

“Want me to sing you to sleep, mama?” Billie offers and you nod enthusiastically, making Billie chuckle.

“Yes, please,” you giggle softly and rest your head on Billie’s chest again. Your eyes flutter closed as your girlfriend’s fingers massage your scalp, her gentle touch relaxing you.

As Billie begins to hum a gentle melody, the rest of the world seem to fade away. With each lilting note, you feel your body relax, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. You could feel yourself drifting further into the embrace of sleep, feeling loved, safe and protected in your lover’s arms.

“Good night, baby girl,” is the last thing you hear, followed by the gentle pressure of Billie’s lips on your forehead before you slip into a deep sleep filled with the sweetest of dreams.

[knottedhearts]

Roblox: B.E

Summary: You're Billie's girlfriend making her record a YouTube video for her to play the Mimic.

With the camera set up on your desk and recording, you watched as Billie settled into your computer chair, rolling her eyes at you playfully. "Alright, babe," she said with a smirk, "but if this game’s as scary as you say it is, you’re totally paying for my therapy bill."

You grinned, leaning over her shoulder. “I’ll take full responsibility, don’t worry. Plus, your fans will love this side of you—Billie the Brave, showing up to face Roblox monsters.”

She laughed, running a hand through her hair. “Sure, Billie the Brave, let’s go with that,” she said, shaking her head. “But if I scream, you’re officially the worst girlfriend ever.”

“Gladly accepting that title,” you teased, leaning against the desk as she started navigating her character through the dark, eerie corridors of The Mimic.

A few minutes in, the suspenseful silence was getting to her. She glanced over at you, her face showing a mix of skepticism and nerves. “So, is there like… a monster hiding somewhere? Because if you don’t warn me, I swear, babe, we’re done.”

You laughed, holding up your hands innocently. “Wouldn’t dream of leaving you unprepared. Just keep going.”

She rolled her eyes but continued. Then, right on cue, a terrifying monster screeched and rushed at her character from the shadows. Billie let out a scream, throwing herself back in the chair as her hands flew to her chest.

“Holy crap!” she gasped, breathless. “Why didn’t you actually warn me, you jerk?”

Unable to stop laughing, you caught it all on camera. “Oh my god, this is gold. Your fans are gonna lose it when they see this side of you, baby.”

“Oh, stop it!” she said, her cheeks pink as she tried to swat at you. “And turn that camera off! There’s no way I’m letting them see me scream at Roblox.”

“Oh, babe, this is staying,” you teased, leaning in closer with a mischievous grin. “I can already picture the edits—like a ‘Billie Scream Compilation’ or something.”

She covered her face with one hand, laughing despite herself. “You’re seriously the worst girlfriend ever, you know that?”

“The very worst,” you agreed, smiling as you nudged her. “Want to keep going? Or should we turn off the ‘horror movie’?”

She narrowed her eyes at you playfully. “You’re asking for it, sweetheart. And you’re definitely playing next.”

You shrugged, keeping your smirk. “Bring it on. But, remember—I don’t scream.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see about that, tough guy,” she teased, laughing as she turned back to the game.

With each new scare, she jumped and let out a squeal or two, and every time, you couldn’t hold back from laughing. “Oh, c’mon, babe. I thought you were brave?”

“Oh, hush,” she muttered, but she was laughing, too. “Keep teasing me and I’m kicking you out of your own chair.”

You laughed, leaning in close and giving her a quick, soft kiss on the cheek. “If it means I get to keep recording this, it’s worth it, baby.”

[billieswildflow3r]

In your arms

warnings: smut, pet names, strap usage, oral, and edging.

sub!reader, dom!billie

(lowercase intended)

SYNOPSIS: Billie comes home from hours at the studio desperate for your touch.

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its late at night and your home alone, food is in the oven, candles are lit. But something’s missing, your girlfriend, she isn’t here, and hasn’t been for the past four hours.

when you’d call, she’d pick up and tell you everything’s okay and she’ll be home soon. You thought on calling her again but soon realized it’ll just distract her.

so you sit in the dark loneliness of your apartment by yourself, picking at baked macaroni and cheese impaitently waiting for Billie to come home.

you eventually occupy yourself with little tasks around the house, like doing unfinished laundry and tidying up the living room. suddenly, you hear your apartment code being punched in on the other side of the front door.

A tired Billie walks through the door with a book bag, keys, and a phone in hand. she looks up to see you staring at her, a soft smile on your face.

“hi baby,” she said dropping her things on the counter to hug you. you waltz to her happily and let her engulf you in a tight hug.

she inhales your sweet scent from the lotion you applied about an hour ago, her strong hand gripped your ass and her other hidden in your hair.

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed you,” she said with a slight rasp, her head in your neck as her lips kissed it.

you pull away from her slightly, looking up into her eyes. “show me then,” you said biting your lip. Billie sucks in a breath at your words, feeling a sensational pang in her stomach.

her hands latch under your thighs, picking you up and walking to the bedroom. she sits on a corner of the bed, your legs wrapped tightly around her hips as you kiss her.

you moan in the kiss. she wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing lightly, the wetness between your thighs growing immensely.

her tongue sweetly wraps around yours and you bring a hand up, running it through her hair and tugging a little.

“fuck,” Billie gasp pulling away from the kiss. She grips your hips again, grinding you against her thigh.

“need to taste you…,” she mumbled under her breath as she rubbed all over your body, she pulls her hair back into a low bun, her eyes begging for you.

she lays back and you crawl over go her, sitting lightly on her chest, you unclip your bra and toss it, your nipples hard from the cool air.

“Billie!” you gasp as she pulls you down on her tongue, she sets it flat against your clit and swirls it around, collecting all your arousal.

heavenly moans pour from your mouth as she twists her tongue on you, with hands full of hair, you feel yourself getting closer.

Billie moans against you with eyes blissfully closed, her head slowly shaking as she digs into you with the tip of her tongue, she can feel you tightening around it.

“don’t…stop,” you heave tossing your head back and rolling your hips against her face. she grips your thighs as you try to close them against her head.

she rapidly flicks and laps at your clit as she holds you in place, you cry out in pleasure as she does. the feeling in your stomach growing stronger.

“i’m c-close, fuck..,” you whine as your eyes roll back slowly, as soon as your legs start shaking, she pulls away, raising your hips quickly.

a smirk spreads across Billies face when she sees the pissed expression on your face, she licks her lips of your juices and smiles.

you get off of her, laying beside her instead. “i’m not smiling,” you say with a pout.

“Be patient baby,” she says and kisses your cheek before leaving the bed.

she comes back with a eight strap, your favorite one.

instead of a hoodie and sweats, she’s in a black tank top and tight boxers. She comes up to you biting her lip, hovering over you at the end of the bed.

she leans down to kiss you, your hands immediately settle on her face. She lifts your legs and bends them near your head, you feel the tip of the dildo against your entrance.

“don’t cum until i tell you to,” she whispers as she pushes it in. you whimper and nod, your lips parting as she stuffs you full.

Billie holds your legs back as she gives you deep strokes, taking your breath every time the she hit your G-spot. you reach down to pull on her shirt, tears rimming your eyes.

she peers down into your eyes as her pace quickens, cream bunching up at the top of the strap. your moans filling her ears makes her want to go faster but she knows you can’t take that.

“that feel good mama?” she says wrapping a hand around your neck, you nod slightly and bite your lip trying not to scream.

“words,” she says, now pounding into you at a unbearable pace. “yees!” you whine reaching for her shirt again.

your response makes her groan as her thumb goes to rub your stiff clit. you feel your legs shaking by your head, you feel like you’re about to burst.

she grunts lowly as her hips slam into you, watching the dildo disappear inside of you and coming out slick and wet.

“not yet princess, hold it for me,” she says before biting her lip and wrapping her hand around your neck.

“i ca..i can’t,” you pant throwing your head back, your stomach burning from the clenching. Billie leans down and puts her fists beside your head, watching you struggling to keep yourself together.

she slows down her strokes, you could feel the veins of the rubber dick sliding against your walls. “cum,” she says finally.

you let out a low groan, your body going slightly numb as you squirt all over the bed.

you see stars as your eyes roll back, Billie watches white cum seep out of you as she slowly fucks you, letting you ride out your high.

“good girl,” she smiles and kisses your cheek then your lips as she pulls out. she rubs your aching thighs and lifts you off the bed, holding you in her arms.

[karaeilishh]

could u do smth dom!billie where she’s like begging reader to let her eat her pussy like desperate 🙏🧎

enjoy, angel ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

let me eat this.

"fuck, just let me!" your girlfriend growls as you tease her and don't let her touch you. you pressed your foot against her chest, stopping her. you kept her at a distance from your body, just because you liked it.

billie was in charge, she had so much influence over you that you just let her push you onto the kitchen counter. she was going to eat you out until you couldn't take anymore, but where are you now? you control her and she won't dare disobey you. she will wait patiently until you let her touch you, and then she will deal with you.

"how bad do you want this?" your voice was so calm that it was starting to irritate her. how can you stay calm when your girlfriend is going crazy with how much she wants to fuck you? "you've got to be kidding me, right, babe?" she grabs your ankles roughly, leaning over your body. your legs are now on her shoulders, and her lips are inches away from your pussy.

"give me fucking consent to eat you" she looks at you with her beautiful blue eyes and you giggle. so dominant, yet so submissive to your words. you giggle and bite your lip, moving your hips a little closer to her. "u can…"

your two words are enough for her to put her tongue into you, showing you who's boss now.

a/n - this is very short and bad because i am dead tired

requests open !!

[luvzshy]

Heeey girl!!!

I literally live for your writing, if you’re up to it could we get a maybe sort of “part 2” to the five year interview blurb you did, maybe with Billie x reader being engaged or something.

::)))

here is the part one

year 6:

Six years in, and the relationship comes up again. This time, there’s no hesitation as she looks down, her fingers brushing over the delicate ring on her left hand. “She proposed,” she says, her voice soft but steady, the smile on her face unmistakable.

“She planned everything—set up this whole thing at home, walking me through all these little moments that made us… us. By the time she got to the end, I was already crying. And then, she just asked. It was perfect—so her.”

She laughs quietly, as if still processing the moment. “I didn’t think I’d cry, but… it’s her, you know? She always knows how to get me.”

When asked about the wedding, she shakes her head with a soft grin. “No rush. We’re just enjoying this. Being engaged… it feels unreal. Like, she’s mine, and I’m hers, officially. It’s the best thing ever.”

Her voice lowers slightly, and there’s a warmth in her expression that wasn’t there in earlier years. “She’s everything to me. My best friend, my calm in the chaos, my inspiration. I’ve never been this sure about anything in my life.”

[xoxxbilliexoxx]

Hard Days Turn to Hot Nights

I’ve had to repost this 3 times now because it keeps fucking up SORRY

Summary- Billie comes home from a stressful day of meetings and you help her feel better, turning her more submissive than she’s ever been with you.

power bottom billie, strap-on sex (r receiving), billie praising reader, reader praising billie, talking her through it, oral (billie receiving), squirting

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you had been sitting on the couch waiting for billie to come home from her long day of meetings, scrolling on your phone to help pass the time. when the front door opened and shut you didn’t hear her usual greeting, the one that starts with her getting shark all riled up and excited with her squeals of love. the one that continues on to you, as she calls out your name in that cute little voice she loves to use.

concern filled the air around you when you heard nothing but foot steps and deep sighs. shark walked back to his bed, unenthused about the few little head scratches he received. as you turn around to see what’s going on, you see billie walking towards you. her suit jacket is already on the floor and as your gaze follows up her body, you see she’s unbuttoning the first few buttons of her shirt and pulling her tie, allowing it to hang loosely around her neck.

You finally make eye contact with her and as she gets closer to you, she lets out a deep sigh, the look of intense exhaustion worn on her face only getting heavier. billie grabs your face lightly with both her hands and pulls you in for a kiss as she stands above you next to the couch. when your lips pull apart, she sits down next to you and finally speaks, “fuck today has been horrible” she says as she lays her head down on ur lap and your hands naturally fall into her hair, stroking lightly, pulling all the pieces away from her eyes.

You let her relax for a couple of minutes, continuing to play with her hair. “wanna talk to me about ur day, it might make you feel better” you say, breaking the peaceful silence you both had fallen into. billie thought for a minute before sitting up, pulling her head off your lap and instantly making you cold and missing her presence. “I don’t think talking will help, I don’t even know what to say. it was just a fucking shitty day. all my meetings were stressful and it felt like nothing was getting done. tour is just about to start and i feel like no one is prepared.”

you sighed with her as she finished the last of her sentence, making sure she knew you heard her complaints. you rubbed her arms lightly and suddenly the energy shifted. the feeling of your fingers on her skin was making her shift her position slightly and her breathing felt lighter. you caught a look in her eye and all at once you knew exactly what your girlfriend really wanted.

“i can think of other ways to help make your day better, baby” your voice came out quieter than you intended but she heard you. Billie sat up a bit taller and pulled you by your hips to straddle her, breathing in deeply as you moved and letting the air come out of her lungs, forming the words you so desperately wanted to hear, “oh mama, you wanna make me feel better huh? what is it you’d like to do?”

she lifted your head by putting her index finger under your chin, lightly pushing until your eyes met hers. She was biting her lip and had that look in her eyes that just kills you every time. playful yet desperate, needy yet in control. “i can think of a few ways to relieve that stress of yours, but i think you should get to choose if i’m here to help you, right baby?”

as soon as you got the last words out she wrapped her hand around your throat, pulling you in tight for a kiss before pushing you away just enough for her to get her words out, her lips still grazing yours as she smiles, “be a good girl and go get the strap for me, pick which ever one you want, okay?”

as you get up to walk away billie lightly slaps your ass and winks, unbuttoning her pants and smirking at you. as you walked back to her, your favorite strap in your hand, you feel the wet spot on your pink lacey thong get bigger. you groan quietly as you see billie in front of you, wearing nothing but her shirt and loose tie, legs spread wide enough for you to see her wet pussy as she pulls her shirt up more.

she grabs the strap from you and stands up to put it on before sitting right back down in the same spot as before. “stand right there and strip for me baby, i want you to be a good girl and ride my dick until you cum, can you do that for me?” she says bluntly with a flirtatious ring in her words. you swallow the drool pooling in your mouth as you nod, fingers working fast to get all your clothes off.

as you stumble to get out of your thong, you look up to see billie staring back at you, rubbing the strap up and down spreading it with her spit and groaning. the image fills you with need, and suddenly there you are, straddling billie again, wimpering as she rubs the tip of her dick on your clit and biting gently on your collar bone. her hands are moving fast on your body, as if shes trying to touch every part of you all at the same time.

her hands finally land on your hips, grabbing them tightly and lifting them up. as you sit up you fall forward on to her, one of her hands moving in between your legs and running her fingers between your wet lips, taking a deep breath in and moaning. “oh baby, who got you so wet, huh?” you pull your lips away from her neck long enough to answer, the words coming out as a moan, “you billie, you got me this wet, fuckkk please keep touching me”

she smiles and grabs your face, forcing you to make eye contact as she lines the tip up and sits you down on her dick, biting her lip as she listens to you let out a deep moan at the feeling of her filling you so nicely. once you are sitting all the way down billies sits back on the couch and relaxes, “alright mama, come on and fuck yourself on my cock for me. make yourself feel good while i watch”

you obey immediately, her words making you hornier than ever as you begin to ride her, pulling yourself up and throwing yourself back down over and over again, moaning each time. the strap slides in and out of you so nicely as your wet pussy begins to make the prettiest sounds. billie groans loudly at the sight in front of her, watching as your boobs bounce and you throw your head back, so caught up in the way her dick is making you feel.

“fuck y/n just like that, keep going for me baby, just like that, such a good girl fucking yourself on me like this” billies words dance on your skin as you feel your walls clenching around the strap, picking up the speed and letting the gasps and cries fall out of your mouth with no restraint. as you pick up speed you begin to hear billie let out little moans each time you land, suddenly realizing the base is hitting her clit perfectly, making her feel just as good as you do.

“oh baby fuck dont stop, please dont stop y/n” billie wines as she throws her head back. you’ve never seen her like this before, it must be the way shes sitting on the couch but you fucking love it. the sound of you and billies moans harmonizing fill the room and its clear you are both approaching your high together. you continue fucking yourself hard onto her cock, wanting so badly to make her cum with you. one of your hands grabs her tie as the other makes its way to your clit, tightly circling it as you yelp and moan louder “oh billie fuck,”

you choke out as you continue rubbing yourself. her eyes fall down to your pussy, drooling at the view in front of her. billie loves to tell you how hot it is to watch your pussy take her strap so nicely, and this time is no different. “fuck mama, youre making me feel soo good fucking yourself on me, please dont stop baby- fuck this feels good”

billie struggled to get her words out, her need to moan overpowering her making it nearly impossible to speak. thats all it took for you to unravel, loudly telling her youre cumming as you coat the strap in your juices. you switched your motion, beginning to shift back and forth instead of up and down and suddenly billie throws her head back, shaking uncontrollably and begging you not to stop as she reaches her own high. your mouth fell open at the sight in front of you as you continued to shift your hips back and forth, letting billie ride out her high fully and talking her through it as you did.

“mmmm baby thats it, let it out for me just like that. that feels good hmm baby?” you say, as your girlfriend continues to whimper and gasp below you, still feeling the powerful orgasm wash over her. she finally grabs your hips stopping you from moving any more, and you fall forward onto her, both of you working hard to catch your breath from the intensity of both of your orgasms. after a few minutes of quiet breathing and some left over moans and hums coming out of both of you, billie begins rubbing your ass delicately as she pulls you in for a kiss.

you both quietly yelp as your weight shifts on her, forgetting the strap was still in you and therefore, grazing against her clit again. you smile down at billie and stand up slowly, hating how empty you feel. as billie stands to take the strap off, you see just how wet her pussy is, coated in her cum, the cum that you just fucked out of her. you feel the drool pooling into your mouth again as you begin to feel intense hunger for her. once the harness is fully off of her you push her back down on the couch, catching her off gaurd.

her eyes meet yours with a confused look in them and you decide to answer her puzzled look with more dominance than she or you are used to you having, “im not done making you feel good baby, why dont you go ahead and spread your legs for me and let me clean you up, i need to taste you” billie audibly swallowed at your words, shocked at the control you had but quick to obey your command. you got down on your knees in front of her, sliding your hands under her thighs and pulling her closer to you, making her gasp and squeel.

she began to let out a giggle but it was choked into a moan as she felt your tongue hit her pussy. her sweet taste filled your mouth, making you groan into her loudly, picking up your pace and letting your tongue move ravenously through her folds, collecting all her cum and swallowing, drinking her down. billies moans sounded different than usual, they sounded more submissive, more winey than you’ve ever heard from her. she was releasing all her control and allowing the pleasure to take over her mind.

as you moved your tongue up to find her clit, she grabbed your hair tightly with her hands, shifting her hips up, silently begging for more. you grabbed her hips tighter, swearing that it was going to cause bruises but not letting up, you needed to make her cum again, overwhelmed with a level of desire you dont think youve ever felt before. your flat tongue continued lapping over her clit as your fingers slipped from her hips and found their way to her entrance, stopping before they could go any further, wanting to make sure it was okay before putting them in. as you went to speak, billie quickly interupted you, despiration filling her voice, something new coming from her, “oh please baby, put your fingers in me, fuck me with your fingers mama, youre making me feel so fucking good”

the submissive nature in her voice flooded your ears, making you moan into her. seeing her like this was hotter than you could have ever imagined. you pulled your fingers away, slowly licking her entrance one more time, collecting her sweet juices and groaning before returning your tongue to her clit and thrusting your fingers into her with a gentle power, quickly beginning to create a rhythm to your thrusts, making her back arch of the couch and a loud gasp fall from her lips.

every thrust made a little high pitched grunt rip from her throat, not able to hold anything in anymore as she was drunk and hypnotized from the pleasure she was experiencing. “uh *thrust*, uh *thrust* , uh *thrust*, uh *thrust*, — oh fuck, oh fuck y/n, i—, oh god” you were eagerly fucking her, your fingers curling into her, quickly finding her spongey wall as your tongue pushed down harder on her clit and that was all it took. billie let out one last scream before her mouth hung open, silently moaning, shaking and pulling hard at your hair, “oh baby oh fuck y/n, im cumming baby please god don’t stop, oh godddd” you didnt stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm as you suddenly felt a warm liquid hit your chin “fuckkkkkkk y/n, fuck please baby oh god”

billie didnt know what she was asking for, she just knew shed never felt anything like this before, gasping loudly as you pulled your mouth away, continuing to thrust your fingers in and out of her and pushing down on her lower stomach, watching her squirt more and more as she yelled and moved below you, finally grabbing your hands and forcing you to stop as she tried her best to catch her breath.

you sat there giggling innocently as she came back to earth, hair clingling to her sweaty flushed face, eyes still closed. you leaned down peppering kisses all over her face, rubbing the hair off her forehead as she finally caught her breath and opened her eyes starring at you doe eyed as a smirk painted her face. you kissed her forehead one more time before finally breaking the silence, “you did so good for me baby, let me make you feel so good huh?” you giggled as she turned away, bashfully nodding before sitting up and returning the forehead kiss you gave her. “i think i should let you do that more often, fuck” she giggled out before grabbing the glass of water that sat on the coffee table next to you both, “you really just fucked the shit out of me” she laughed loudly, a joking nature in her voice even though she knew just how true her statement was.

[xoluvx]

hi hi it’s my birthday tomorrow could u like write like could be small like a car fic of billie railing the reader pls pls obvs u don’t have to but yk would be 🙏 fr

happy birthday love.. i know this is super late but i hope you had a wonderful one! 💖perhaps.. this is a continuation of this little tiny blurb.. 🤭

you were soaked. drowning in her unholy waters. you could hardly breathe. gagging and whimpering each time she raised her hips. each time she pushed your head down you felt her on the back of your throat. tears were forming at the corners of your eyes as you gripped her thighs. the night calm and the only witness to the filth that was happening in the back of her car.

"fuck," billie groaned when you bobbed your head wrapping your hand around the cock. the repeated motion stimulating her clit. she growled gripping the back of your head pushing you down so harshly you chocked and coughed pulling away with tears streaming down your face. you sat on your knees gasping for air. breasts spilling from your bra. she took in the pretty scene shaking her head unable to control her urges. that's how you'd ended up like this in the first place.

she gripped the back of your neck kissing you harshly. tongue sticking into your mouth as you moaned and gripped her arms leaning into her. she hummed every time your tongues touched. growled when you wrapped your hand around the cock pushing it down before palming her pussy. she snarled, wrapping her fingers around your neck watching the way your lips parted and your eyes bulged. her eyes were menacing. daring you to try it again so you could see what would happen. licking your lips, you ran your fingers between her wet folds.

her grip around your neck grew tighter pushing your body back harshly until your bodies were flipped. your back on the cold seat. legs open. lids fluttering as she slapped your pussy with her cock. she watched the way your brows furrowed. listened to how your breathing changed as she rubbed your clit with her strap. you were so sensitive and wet and desperate as you dug your nails into her wrist wanting her to fill you to the brim.

"oh my god," you screeched when she slammed into you. she didn't let you adjust to her length. she was ruthless. fingers around your neck again. hips thrusting. skin slapping. your pussy throbbing.

"fuck," your voice cracked as you lifted your chest. she was absolutely demolishing you. pushing you into the leather seat. cock buried so deep in your pussy as you tried closing your legs. when she felt your thighs clenching she snarled, bit her lip, and looked at you with the most devilish look in her eyes. testing how much further she could push your limits as her thrusts grew rough. slamming against your cervix as you sunk on her cock.

"please," you croaked curling your toes. you could hardly speak. hardly think. hardly move as she crushed you under her weight. as she pounded into you. staring into your eyes - the hunger still unsatisfied. she bit her lip so hard you were sure it would bleed. you breathed heavily. lips permanently parted. the grip on your neck never faltering.

"please what?" she snarled coming down to your face. she repeated herself. her breath heavy in your ear as you moaned and squirmed. she released your neck but cupped your jaw waiting for your response.

"words. use your fucking words," she spit biting your ear as you whimpered and clenched your thighs. she held your legs open with one hand still moving impossibly fast you felt her destroying your pussy.

"please billie. i- i need to cum," you pleaded squirming under her touch as her thumb hooked in your mouth and her pelvis brushed on your clit. you couldn't hold it any longer. you were so close to falling apart just barely holding on as she cradled your head and moved her hips in magical ways.

[dollarbils]

i know you | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

masterlist (it’s short but it’s here <3)

‘you’re holding me and holding back’

her hands were holding your hips, carefully and gently. she was scared to use more force, afraid she’d hurt you. she’d pick you up as if you were made of glass, carefully adjusting herself so that you were on top of her. your lips never disconnected, needing each other in order to not grow insane. she was so close to you yet somehow distant, as if she was restricting herself from relaxing into you, in fear of the inevitable outcome.

“so, pretty.” she said in between kisses, not giving you the chance to reply, too distracted by your lips. but she noticed the way your cheeks warmed with her words, visibly flushed.

“i don’t really care for that, just you.”

and she did care for you, immensely. more than you’d ever know. but you’d wonder if she cared enough. because enough to you, meant more than the other girls. and you couldn’t be sure, but it’s what you wanted desperately. and even if she didn’t give a shit about you, the strength to break up this thing you had going, was something you’d never possess.

“mm, billie.” your speech was muffled by her tongue, but it was music to her ears regardless. none of them sounded like you. her name couldn’t sound as good as it did from your lips. but she never found the courage to tell you.

‘there’s a pause between every minute’

“alright, angel?” she broke away for air, and to smile at you, checking to see wether you were still okay. a small ‘mhm’ came from your throat, and she tilted her head to brush her lips against yours. she was breathing against you, mixing her breaths with yours as she kept smiling. that smile of hers only made your longing for her lips to return, grow. her hands caressed your waist, choosing to kiss you instead of speak words she’d soon regret. and despite her, smiling like an idiot, you hadn’t noticed her affection for you, the deep sense of happiness that took over her features.

“call me your angel again.” a soft laugh escaped her as she soaked in the scent of your hair, falling around her face, trapping the both of you in your own world. you wanted to hear the term of endearment in her voice again, choosing for it to let you escape the complicated reality. but why was it so complicated?

‘feeling like i need something’

it was clear you wanted her, wanted more from her. and, to her at least, it was clear she wanted more with you in return. the raging complication was fear. the deep, shattering fear of commitment. an issue that ran deep and wouldn’t be soothed by soft kisses and strokes of her toned back.

“my angel. my gorgeous fucking angel.” and it was true. in your heart you were hers, and she wholeheartedly returned the feeling. to speak of it was pushing too far, almost crossing the limit. a limit of what she could mentally handle. because to love you would mean to give up her freedom to leave if it got too much for her. but in the depths of her conscious mind, was the knowledge that even now, she could never leave you.

‘it’s just you.’

that was all you needed. each other, like this. holding your bodies gently, in an embrace that could never be labelled. and the other girls, not that there were that many though, were there to ease her insecurity of not being enough for you. not being good enough.

it was all fucking bullshit. but it worked. and neither of you could be bothered to settle the longing for a title. it was love in an unconventional form. but it was love nonetheless.

‘i’m here regardless of the pain, don’t ever tell me to go away, from you’

[stonerfromlesbos]

✦ driver’s license | b.e

✦ warnings: angst, mentions of; addiction & relapse, !reader has a later on, and i think thats it!

✦ summary: you really mattered to her as much as she does to you? and if she did, why would she leave you like that?

"promise me that we will stick together no matter what happens, i don´t care about your addictions or problems, i want to be with you billie." you said looking deeply at billie´s light blue eyes, they would just drawn all your attention towards them.

"i promise you, ma chérie." she said staring at your face with an gentle smile while her hand stroked your cheek carefully, almost like she was scared to break you.

deep down, you knew it was a lie, but you wanted to believe her so bad. you needed to believe her, it was your only hope. but why you wanted billie to keep lying to your face? at least she would still be with you... right? why can´t you respect yourself even a little? why do you wish do much that she would text you on a random day?

you just couldn´t forget her, it felt so wrong, forgetting her was like ignoring a part of you. A part that you wouldn´t be able to erase, even if you wanted to. and god you were so fucking happy with her, did she even felt half of the things you felt around her? and if she did, how dare her leave you like that?

she just vanished away from your life after a relapse, you remember it all vividly. you were the one who found her, who took her to the hospital, who took her back home...you blamed yourself so much for those 2 hours that you went grocery shopping, all you remember was coming back home and not finding her there.

"i can´t do this anymore, not with you."

"you deserve better, someone who doesn´t makes you cry."

"don´t wait for me, please"

"you deserve to be happy, with someone healthy."

"i wish you the best, ma chérie."

you´d still remember soaking the letter she left behind with tears, why she couldn´t understand that you didn´t want someone "better" you wanted billie, her skin, her flesh, her bones, her soul. all about her was beautiful to you, every single part of her. but after seven years... you had to move on.

even if you didn´t want to.

other girl was in your arms now, and her big blue eyes would just remember you from billie. your little daughter was your whole world now, you moved to an bigger town, got an new job. but you didn´t felt capable of loving someone romantically, it just felt wrong.

"come on, its christmas, cher would like it too." your friend, lissie, was sittin on your dinner table, trying to convince you to take a walk in the city, your four-year-old daughter would just look at lissie and smirk, nodding her head.

"okay, but quick, i really need to sleep." you said giving in to them, they highfived happily as you giggled.

"seriously, lissie... you´re worse than cher." you said mocking her playfulness.

now, all three of you were bundled up with warm clothes, walking around an very crowded park. the lights were bright yellow, it just felt magical, being with your daughter and with your best friend who would drop anything to help you, no matter how important it was. you were scanning the crowd as your eyes meet with familiar ones.

you could recognize those eyes from a far, the only ones who could make you be drawn into them. it was like the whole world stopped in those seconds.

billie was there, but she wasn´t alone.

her eyes look at yours, for you, it seemed like she looked at you for decades, but it didn´t last even five seconds.

billie´s eyes returned to the blonde woman by her side, opening an wide gentle smile as her arm was crossing the woman´s neck and they walked away. she quickly goes out of your view... you suddenly feel something holding your leg.

"mommy?" your daughter´s big light blue eyes were looking up at you.

"lets go home, cherie."

I CRIED SO MUCH WRITING THIS OMFG

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