#billie eilish x reader

[secretl1fe0fm3]

obsessive - billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings: pure smut (its so filthy im sorry in advance), dom!billie, sub!reader, strap (r!receiving), riding, dirty talk, degradation, choking, established relationship

an: im back!!! im sorry i haven’t posted in a hot minute. my gf was here for a week and then i just worked 6 days in a row and im feeling bleh. no plot at all, also loosely inspired by obsessive - chase atlantic. enjoy! mwah!!! (i wrote this high off an edible, please ignore any mistakes)

18+ minors dni!!!

1.5k words

You pull up to Billie’s place just as the sun starts dipping below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the quiet neighborhood. You park your car in her driveway, getting out of your car and locking it. You adjust your skirt before making your way to her door, getting ready to knock before the door swings open.

Billie stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, her piercing blue eyes dragging over you slowly, deliberately. She doesn’t speak right away, she just takes her time looking, the tension thick already.

You shift under her gaze, a slow smirk creeping onto your lips. “You gonna let me in, or just stand there staring?”

Billie huffs out a laugh, “You’re wearin’ that on purpose.” Her voice is low, slightly raspy, a dangerous edge to it.

You glance down at yourself, feigning innocence. The tight plaid skirt clings to your hips, riding up slightly when you move, and paired with the fitted top you chose, it’s clear you were aiming for a reaction.

“And if I am?” you tease, stepping past her into the house.

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and before you can take another step, Billie’s already on you. Her hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against her, and that’s when you feel it—hard, thick, pressing against your ass, through the fabric of her baggy shorts. Your breath catches and Billie notices.

“You feel that?” she murmurs, her voice low, almost a growl. She shifts her hips slightly, just enough to make sure you feel her strap.

Your hands blindly reach around to the back of her neck, tugging her head down into your shoulder. Billie leaves a trail of kisses up the side of your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent. She presses even closer, her mouth hovering just over your ear. “Knew you’d show up dressed like this,” she continues, her tone dark and teasing. “Lookin’ all pretty, actin’ like you didn’t want me to fuckin’ ruin you.”

You whimper at her words, your thighs pressing together, seeking some kind of friction. Billie’s grip tightens on your waist, keeping you exactly where she wants you. “What’s wrong, baby?” she purrs, grinding against you just slightly, making your breath catch in your throat. “This what you wanted?”

You nod, but it’s not enough for her. Her fingers dig into your hips as she rolls them forward again, letting you feel the outline of her strap again. “Nah,” she mutters, her lips brushing your jaw. “Say it.”

A blush creeps up on your cheeks, turning your upper half a soft pink shade as you whisper out. “I wanted this.”

Billie groans, low and rough. “Fuckin’ knew it.” She smirks into your neck, biting down and sucking hard, expertly leaving a dark purple bruise. Billie pulls away, admiring her work before pulling her body off of yours, completely.

“C’mere,” she mutters, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the living room. Her grip is firm, possessive, like she’s been waiting to get her hands on you. It had been weeks since you last saw each other, after all.

She drops down onto the couch, spreading her legs wide as she tugs you onto her lap, your thighs straddling hers. You barely have time to catch your breath before you feel the thick length of her strap pressing up between your legs.

You squirm in her lap, shifting just enough to make the strap-on rub against your clothed core, and Billie groans, gripping your hips tighter. “Fuck,” she mutters, watching you with hooded eyes. “Look at you, already grinding on it like a needy little slut. Does it feel good, pretty girl?”

You nod, biting your lip, and Billie tugs you closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

“C’mon, say it,” she whispers, her voice low and commanding. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Heat rushes through your core as you continue to roll your hips against her strap. “Please, Billie,” you whimper, leaning forward, your lips barely brushing against hers. “I need it. Need you.”

Billie groans, low and rough, her fingers digging into your thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters. “Good girl.”

Without another word, her hands pull your skirt up higher, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down in one swift motion. Before you can even process Billie’s own shorts coming off, she grips your hips again and grinds your now exposed cunt down against her strap, spreading your slick against the toy.

A choked moan escapes you, and Billie grins. “Mmm, that’s my pretty slut,” she murmurs, rocking you against her in slow, deliberate motions. “So fuckin’ wet for me already.”

She leans in, lips brushing against your ear as her hands guide your movements, dragging you against her strap, making you whimper with every delicious stroke. “You’re gonna take it so well for me, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, gripping her shoulders to steady yourself as she rolls her hips up into you, teasing your entrance.

“Yeah,” Billie groans, voice thick with need. “Let me fuck you just how you need it, baby.”

Billie reaches down and lines herself up with your entrance, kissing you deeply before lowering you down onto her strap, burying every inch of it inside you. The stretch is overwhelming, burning in the best way, and Billie just groans beneath you, her blue eyes dark with hunger as she watches it disappear inside of you.

“Fuck,” she breathes, voice rough. “Look at you.” She drags her hands up your sides, slow and deliberate, before one of her hands slides up to your throat. She squeezes just enough to make your breath stutter beneath her grip, her fingers press harder into the sides of your neck, making your eyes roll back.

“Such a good girl,” she murmurs, her lips barely brushing against yours. “Taking me so fuckin’ deep.”

Her free hand grips your hip, guiding you as you start to move, rolling your hips against her, lifting yourself up only to drop back down, making the strap fill you again and again. The sound of your breathless moans fill the room and Billie groans, her fingers tightening around your throat.

“That’s it, baby,” she rasps, watching you with hooded eyes. “Ride me just like that.”

You whimper, your body already trembling, and Billie chuckles darkly. “So fuckin’ desperate,” she murmurs, her grip tightening just slightly, cutting off your air for a brief second before she loosens her hold, letting you gasp out. “You like this, huh? Like bein’ choked while you fuck yourself on my cock?”

You nod desperately, nails digging into her shirt, fisting it between your fingers. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, riding her with every ounce of energy you can muster up.

“Yeah, I knew you would,” Billie mutters, her free hand coming down hard on your ass, spanking you, encouraging you to continue. “You’re so fuckin’ greedy. Look at you, already shaking, and I’m not even done with you yet.”

She suddenly bucks her hips up, slamming the strap even deeper, making your whole body jolt. You let out a high pitched moan and Billie smirks, doing it again, fucking up into you now as her grip on your throat keeps you steady on her lap.

“That’s it, baby,” she groans, her voice rough, breathless. “You’re gonna come for me just like this, yeah? All over my cock?”

You groan, your body already on the edge, your orgasm quickly approaching. She loosens her hold on your neck just enough for you to suck in a desperate breath, then tightens her grip again.

“Go on,” she whispers, her other hand slipping between you, finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, tight circles. “Come for me, baby.”

She continues her relentless thrusts, the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin echoes off the walls. The pressure around your throat and the rough circles on your clit suddenly become too much as your whole body tenses with white hot pleasure, your orgasm washing over you.

Billie groans at the sight, her hand leaving your throat only to grab your waist, holding you still as she grinds up into you, dragging out every last drop of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” you mutter out, your head dropping down onto Billie’s forehead, your heavy breaths mixing with hers. She grins, stilling inside of you.

“So fuckin’ proud of you pretty girl. You did so well for me, as always.” Billie murmurs, brushing your sweat slicked hair off your face and behind your ear.

“Missed you so much,” Your hands wrap around her, pulling her closer before planting a soft kiss on her lips. She smiles into the kiss, before pulling back, taking in your wrecked appearance, a content look on her face.

“Missed you more, baby.”

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[thebluediner]

a/n: im bored, lazy and tired so...

TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND BILLIE

[vyntagess]

bathroom

summary; pretty much all smut, bit of aftercare and fluff at the end if u squint. you're at a partyyy... warnings/content; smut, dom!billie sub!reader, no established relationship I don't think, choking, spanking, strap, semi-public sex? (its in a club bathroom so im not sure), teasing. lmk if I missed anything loves

a/n: sorry for going ghost ily guys very much. my longest fic on here, 3.4k words (bare w me i wrote this drunk and edited the spelling sober so some things might be messed up)

The bass vibrated deep in your chest, the thrum of it almost vibrating through you as you navigated through the place. Lights strobed overhead—blue, then white, then a deep, pulsing red that seemed to penetrate your skin. The smell of perfume and sweat, expensive cocktails and something vaguely charged. You couldn't say whether it was the music or anticipation that made your heart thud, but you knew where you were headed. And you knew who was waiting for you. Billie had been watching you all night.

That slow, predatory stare from across the club on the second floor, lips curled in something between amusement and desire. You'd been able to feel her eyes on you with every swallow you drank, every effortless shift of your hips, every relaxed trail of your fingers down the rim of your glass. She'd never needed to speak. She'd never really needed to. A cock of the head, a flick of the wrist inviting you near, and you were moving. It always started the same way. Billie watching you.

You could be anywhere—sitting in the corner booth of some dim cocktail bar, glass between your fingers… or fighting through a throng in a skirt you knew was too short, not that you cared. Either way, each time, you felt it before you saw it. The heaviness of her eyes. Intentional. Like the subtle threat of something hard scraping against the inside of your skin. Tonight wasn't any different. Or maybe it was.

It wasn't the first time you'd followed her out of a club, your heartbeat pounding, your body thrumming.

It wasn't even the first time she'd touched you like you were property. Billie'd been doing that for months, now—seeping into your life like smoke under an unopened door, filling up the spaces you'd never even known were spaces until she'd filled them up. She had a talent for doing that. Consuming. Suffocating. But something was different tonight. As if she'd decided something, and there was a damn thing you could do about it. You'd been out with friends, sipping something at the bar, when Billie arrived.

In lazy, baggy attire with a backwards baseball cap, of course. But it wasn’t the attire that caught you. It was the cool, commanding demeanour that came with her. The way the people parted like stream of water around a rock. As if they didn't want to be in their way–or they wanted to, a little too much. She didn't come to you first. She just leaned on the second-floor balcony, against the glass, gazing at you. Sipping her drink as if she didn't have a single worry in the world. And you? You'd lasted maybe an hour under her stare. Your friends had giggled when you'd gotten away. They knew. Everyone knew. Billie had made sure of that.

The bathroom door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing slightly. Billie was inside, leaning against the cool marble counter like she owned the place. Her sleeves reached her elbows, her forearms visible, veins just showing to distract you from your thoughts, filling them with those o f her hands. What her hands might do. What they would do.

You had moved your mouth to speak when she was already pushing away from the counter, slowly. Her fingers wrapped around your jaw, tugging up your face so that her mouth touched your ear.

"Took you long enough," she said, voice husky, rough velvet against your skin.

You started to answer, but she pressed her thumb on your bottom lip, and you stopped. That same thumb slipped between your lips, imperative. You pulled it in greedily, enjoying the taste and feeling. Billie let out a soft sound of approval. "You're flushed," she stated. "Nervous?" 

You shook your head. Lie. 

"Such a good girl, but such a bad liar. It's cute." She clicked her tongue.

The words fell heavy into your gut.

Heat radiated low in your stomach, a slow, seeping burn that made you shift your weight, thighs brushing against each other. She noticed it. Of course, she noticed it. Billie noticed everything. She drew her thumb away from her lips and dragged it down your chin, your neck, leaving behind a wet streak that felt cold to the air. Then, her hand curled around your throat. Not tight. Not yet. The tension was thick enough to cut. Her other hand slid under your skirt, pushing it up impatiently, fingers tracing over the scrap of lace you'd worn tonight. You could tell how wet it was, and so did she, by the smile that crawled her mouth.

"All this," she purred, voice low and throaty, "just because I was looking at you?"

You shivered. She tightened her grip on your throat, just a little, enough to make your next breath shallow.

"Answer me."

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes."

Her chuckle was low, rough. "You make it too easy. You're lucky I like you obedient."

Then she was withdrawing her hand from your throat, and you didn't see it for a second, until you noticed she was shoving down her loose shorts and boxers. You got dry. Billie noticed that too.

“You’re going to be quiet for me,” she said, stepping back just enough to strip with efficient, practiced ease. “Or at least, you’re going to try.”

Your pulse quickened, hammering in your ears, louder even than the muffled beat that filtered through the walls. You stepped forward, and Billie grasped your wrist, spinning you around to face the mirror. Marble counter chilled against your hips as she leaned you over it, hands splayed to hold you there.

Her mouth was at your ear again. "Look at yourself."

You did. Wide eyes, parted lips, flushed skin. "I want you to see," she continued, "Every time you ever make a noise, I'm going to make you wish you hadn't." Billie didn't move at once.

She had you hang there, leaning against the marble counter, arms resting on its cool surface. You could see her in the mirror—a silhouette behind you, the reflection smiling slightly as if she already had the outcome. She did. But she waited. She always did when she was going to break you.

Her fingers stroked up the back of your thigh, slow and questioning, as if she hadn't already committed every inch of your body to memory first. She rode your skirt up, pulling it over your hips so that it was bunched around your waist. Her palm ran down your ass, warm and deliberate. And then the first hard slap hit, clean and crisp.

The slap flowered instantly, warmth radiating from where her hand had struck. Red blossomed across the area. You drew in a gasp of air, your body jerking in her hold, but you kept your mouth shut. Billie's hand curved around your hip, holding you still as she smiled with contentment.

"There she is," she breathed, tracing her hand over the new red welt she'd raised. "Knew you'd still be so easy to mark up."

She struck you once more, the crack sharp and obscene the ringing silence of the bathroom. Another blow, and another, until your skin was hot and burning, until you had to bite down hard to suppress the whimper. Billie knew. Of course she knew. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as her hand rested heavy on your throat again.

"You're doing well," she purred, her thumb caressing idly under your jaw. "But you're holding back."

You trembled, your throat constricting in her grip. "You told me to keep quiet."

"I told you to try," she reprimanded, laughter deep in her voice. "But I'm not interested in your success."

You moaned then—soft, involuntary—and Billie laughed coldly. "There it is."

You felt the head of the strap-on against you, stiff and unyielding, gliding through slippery folds without ceremony. Your hands grasped at the marble as she pressed forward, slow and relentless. It wasn't the first time she'd fucked you with it, but still it stole your breath, still made you gasp around the fullness, the stretch.

"Eyes up," Billie ordered, her hand wrapping just tightly enough around your throat to make you do as she said. You looked at yourself in the mirror, flushed and open and already shaking, and then at her. Calm. Collected. In control. She bottomed out with a smooth, practiced motion, and your legs nearly gave out. Billie's grip around you kept you upright—barely.

"So fucking wet for me," she murmured, rolling hips in a slow circle that left you trembling. "You missed this, didn't you?"

You couldn't speak. Not with her hand clamped on your throat, not with the tension coiling in you. But she didn't need an answer. She knew.

Billie set the pace slow, torturous, each thrust controlled, deep enough to expel the breath from your body. And when you had a fleeting moment of self-control, she squeezed hard enough to strip it from you, cutting off your air until your head went light, your muscles clenching helplessly around her.

Then she'd ease up, letting you pull in a choked breath—only to fuck it right out of you all over again.

"Keep 'em open," she reminded when your eyelashes fluttered. "Or I'll stop."

You forced them open, looking at your reflection. Your lips were red, bitten, your skin covered with a sheen of sweat, and Billie looked just the same as always. In control. Like she could keep you like this all night.

And maybe she could.

Her other hand traced down your back until she was holding onto your hip again. The slap that followed was harder, sharp enough to cause you to cry out in pain before you could catch yourself. Billie froze inside of you immediately.

"Well," she said, mockingly thoughtful, "we did discuss what happens when you're loud."

You swallowed painfully. "Billie—"

Her hand clamped on your neck once more, this time cutting off the apology. "No," she said softly. "You knew the rules."

You nodded as well as you could, dizzy with want, with need, with the ache blooming from where her hand had marked you.

And then she started to move again.

Harder this time. No teasing, no gradual burn. Just Billie, hips snapping forward, her breath hot against your ear as she drove the length of the strap-on into you again and again, forcing your body to take it.

Every time you screamed, she punished you. Another slap. Another tightening of her hand around your throat until your vision flashed white at the edges. Every time you obeyed, stayed quiet, she rewarded you—thumb stroking your throat, a low "good girl" murmur that made you tense around her.

You didn't know how long it lasted. Time melted away. Your body was nothing but sensation—heat and sting, fullness and burn, the desperate pulse of having to cum, and Billie standing holding you on edge.

"Not yet," she said when you leaned too far forward. "You'll wait."

You whimpered. She slapped you again.

"Wait till I say."

Your skin was slick with sweat by the time she finally—finally—gave you permission. Her hand tightened around your throat, her hips driving forward one more time, and her voice was a command in your ear.

"Now."

You came hard, shivering on either side of her, your legs giving under you as tore through you. Billie fucked you through it, unrelenting, her grip tight as you rode out through it, every nerve in your body alight.

When she finished, she slipped out of you, fingers soft now as they smoothed over your flushed skin. You were still gasping for air, still shaking, but you stayed where she had left you—hunched over the counter, eyes half-closed, exhausted. Billie didn’t let you go. Not yet. Her hands smoothed over your skin—soothing, possessive, but there was no mistaking the intent behind her touch. Her lips brushed the curve of your shoulder, a soft contrast to the heat still burning through your veins. She wasn’t done. And neither were you.

“Turn around,” she murmured, voice softer now but still threaded with that quiet authority that made your body obey before your mind could catch up.

Your legs felt like jelly, but you managed it, your skirt still bunched up around your waist as you turned to face her. The sight of her made your breath hitch—shirtless, strap still slick from you, her eyes darker than they had been all night. But the smirk was gone now. What replaced it was something softer. Hungrier, yes, but softer.

“Up,” she murmured, patting the cool marble of the counter.

You blinked, body already moving before you registered what she wanted. Her hands helped you up, lifting you easily so you were sitting on the cool surface, legs dangling off the edge. Billie stepped between them, hands resting on your knees, thumbs stroking softly along the insides of your thighs.

Her gaze flicked up to yours. The dominance was still there, but the intensity had softened, replaced with something… almost reverent.

“You did so good for me,” she murmured, leaning in, her lips ghosting over yours—barely a kiss. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Your breath hitched, lips parting just enough for her to press her mouth to yours, soft and unhurried this time. She kissed you like she was savoring it—like she had all the time in the world. And maybe she did. You melted into her, hands sliding up her chest, clutching at her shirt as her lips teased yours, her tongue flicking just enough to make you whimper into her mouth.

“Lie back,” she whispered, her hands guiding you down gently. The cold marble kissed your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat still simmering inside you. Your legs fell open without her asking, knees bent over the counter’s edge, and Billie stepped back just enough to take in the sight of you.

“Fucking beautiful,” she murmured, her eyes dragging down your body, lingering on the slickness between your thighs. But this time, there was no rush.

Her hands were softer now as she traced down your sides, fingertips featherlight as she dragged them over your flushed skin. She pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, lips moving slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Billie…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but the need in it was undeniable.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured against your skin, her breath hot and teasing as she worked her way higher. “Just relax.”

You didn’t realize how tense you were until her tongue flicked over you—soft and warm, a barely-there touch that made you gasp. She was taking her time now, dragging her tongue through your slick folds, slow and languid, like she was tasting every inch of you.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your hips arching instinctively, but Billie’s hands pressed you back down, holding you steady.

“Easy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against you between each gentle lick. “I’m not in a hurry.”

And she wasn’t. She was dragging it out, making you feel every second of it—each flick of her tongue, each soft press of her lips, every subtle swirl that made your body tense and shiver. The intensity of before was gone, replaced with something softer. Something sweeter.

Her tongue circled your clit, teasing, making your body sing, but never quite giving you enough to fall over the edge. Her hands held your hips down when you tried to chase the friction, her touch steady but tender.

“Let me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but full of command.

You let out a shaky breath, your body relaxing again as her tongue worked you over with agonizing patience. Soft. Slow. Building you up inch by inch.

“Billie,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in her hair, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure started to crest.

“I know,” she murmured, her lips brushing over you before her tongue flicked again, a little faster this time. “M'almost done.”

Her fingers joined then—two slipping inside you with ease, curling just right, pressing against that spot that made your toes curl and your breath catch. She knew your body too well. Knew exactly how to unravel you.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her voice thick, and when your eyes fluttered open, she was watching you.

The sight of her between your thighs, lips glistening, eyes dark and full of need—it was almost too much.

“Cum for me,” she murmured, her tongue flicking over your clit again, her fingers curling just right.

Your body obeyed before you could think, the tension snapping as pleasure crashed over you, softer this time but no less intense. Your back arched off the counter, a breathless cry slipping from your lips as Billie held you steady, working you through it with gentle, practiced movements.

“Good girl,” she murmured, pressing soft kisses to your thigh as you came down, her hands stroking your sides gently, grounding you. You were still trembling when she stood, her lips brushing yours again—soft and sweet, like she was sealing something between you.

“See?” she murmured, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Told you I wasn’t done with you.”

Your body was spent, your limbs heavy, but you managed a breathless smile, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her closer.

“Are you ever?” you whispered, a hint of tired teasing lingering in your voice. The heat in her eyes told you she didn’t plan to be.

Billie didn't pull you up right away.

Instead, she reached for a few paper towels and used it to gently rub between your legs, her hands soothing, quieting. It was a feeling of quiet sort of luxury—gentle, personal, the kind of tender that hurt in your chest in the best way possible. Her hands moved with a familiarity that was soothing and possessive, as if she remembered the very manner of caring for you right now, the same way she remembered how to take you apart.

"You're okay," she breathed, sweeping your hair off of your face. Her hands were cold against your damp flesh, and you felt your eyes flutter closed to savor it. As she helped you to stand, you were still wavering, but her arms firm around you, holding you tight against the crook of her chest. Her warmth was balm to the cold of the bathroom's sterile environment. She kissed the top of your head, and you leaned on her, permitting yourself to find relief for an instant.

"Took it so well," she breathed softly, leaving a kiss on your temple. "Good girl."

You relaxed into her touch, your breathing normalized, and finally you felt the weight of the moment come over you. The adrenaline of what had happened was fading away, and now all that remained was Billie. Only her soothing presence, her gentle love.

"Thank you," you whispered softly, hardly above a whisper, your throat still tender.

Billie smiled, the real one, the one that was even more powerful than all the others. "I'll take care of you," she said, still low–but softer. "Always." She helped you stand up straight, pushing down your clothes. No rush, no need to rush. Billie extended your hand, fingers twining around yours.

"Let's get back to the bar," she suggested, her voice changing a little, easy now, the edge of teasing back in place.

"You owe me a drink." You retorted back, smiling at her, lighter for the first time all night, the last of the strain easing off your shoulders as you stepped back into the club. The thump of the music surrounded you, but now it was far away, a muffled beat kept from you by the space between you and the people.

Billie's arm wrapped around your waist, her hand heavy and warm against your hip. You went back to the bar, and as you sat down next to Billie, she had your drink of preference brought up with a smooth motion that curled your lip into a smile. It was like none of it happened in the bathroom, but you knew that it had. You knew. The two of you. Billie pressed close against you, lips to your ear, voice taunting.

"I'll make you work for that drink, though." Laughter bubbled up in your chest, flame racing through, the pull between the two of you falling into something familiar, something old. "You always do."

She smiled, and with a flourish handed you your drink. "Next round's on me."

[chrissv4mp]

♱ loser!

previous work from this au

after the whole incident with billie in the gym and in the bathroom, you and her started to hang out around school more often. she'd always come up to you in the halls, brushing off her friends kindly just to walk you to class—even if her own class was halfway across the school.

you two grew closer, and as her season went on and the girls' varsity basketball team won game after game, you began showing up to them—and billie noticed almost immediately.

however, when she would bring it up during school hours, you'd always brush it off with some lame excuse like, "oh, just gotta keep an eye on student behavior."

but billie knew it was all lies.

well, until the highly anticipated game against the ridgewood panthers, aka your schools rival. your counselor had told you that you needed to be there to monitor students due to the fights that had broken out last year with the girls' jv team.

so, here you were, sitting in the first row of the bleachers as the buzzer indicating the end of the third quarter rang out in the gymnasium loudly.

the panthers have racked up foul after foul, especially the shooting guard of their team and the girl who was always known to be rough: mackenzie carter. she'd gained at least 3 fouls just in the first quarter alone but toned it down when her coach threatened to take her off.

screams of encouragement echoed in the gym from supporters of both teams, almost overpowering the chants of the westfield cheerleaders. you bite your lip, eyes darting to the scoreboard that currently flashed 45-43. the wildcats' were up by only two because of a free throw, and their coach was ballistic.

the first 7 minutes of game passes by in a flash. neither the wildcats or the panthers have made any new shots and the entire gym was on the edge of their seats. jordan, the panthers' point guard, was currently dribbling down the court, scanning at half court to see who was open.

billie was on mack, defending her maybe a bit too harsh. however, when jordan pump-faked to the left and nobody was on number 16, billie jumped to get the ball, only to be frustrated at herself when jordan passed it straight to mack.

mack was short on the catch, causing the ball to graze her fingers before ultimately bouncing out of bounds. "jordan, what the hell was that pass?!" she yelled, eyebrows furrowed as she wiped her chin with her jersey.

avery, shooting guard for the wildcats, quickly jogged out of bounds to inbound the ball. slapping the ball, the team scattered, billie being the first open player she spotted.

you were on the edge of your seat as the rest of the gym was, eyes flicking to the clock every now and then as you watched the blur of players running around and bumping into each other on one side of the court. though, your main focus was on billie.

she was sweaty, strands of hair falling from her tight ponytail and sticking to her forehead and neck as she scrambled around the court with a concentrated look on her face. she's obviously exhausted, but the passion for the game keeps her going, which ultimately has her barking for the ball.

nobody expects it, not even macks teammates.

the second the ball leaves avery's hands, mack rams into billie like a damn linebacker. billie falls hard, back hitting the court hard and knocking the wind out of her for a moment. the entire gym erupts in loud "ooh's" as the ref blows his whistle.

"personal foul! blue 13," the ref calls, fingers flashing with macks jersey number.

your eyes widen as the movement on the court stops for a moment, everybody processing what happened. billie's still on the floor, gasping for air as she furrows her brows and lays her head back against the floor.

then the crowd erupts into screams of both anger and confusion—the wildcats' bench is on their feet, screaming at mack, the panthers' coach is throwing his hands up like it's a bad call, and the home student section is absolutely losing their minds.

you bite your lip, exhaling through your nose as you wait for billie to get up and fix herself, to stay in control of the game. but that's the last thing she's thinking of doing right now, and you can see it even from afar.

instead, she reaches for the ball and hurls it straight at the side of mack's face.

a collective gasp ripples through the crowd once again as the ball connects with mack's cheek with a loud smack. the blond stumbles back against her teammate, grabbing her cheek that's quickly turning red. and then everyone's scrambling.

both referees blow their whistles one after the other, and the closest one grabs the ball from the court to stop anyone from grabbing it again, "technical foul! red 23," he calls.

your eyes widen and you quickly jump onto your feet along with many others from both home and away. nobody's listening to the referees anymore, even as they desperately blow their whistles to stop the players from acting.

"what the fuck is your problem, eilish?!" mack growls, lunging at billie as her teammate helps her onto her feet.

billie doesn't back down, her eyes glinting with something dangerous as she steps forward, "you've played dirty this whole game, carter, you seriously weren't expecting someone to put you in your place?" she scoffs.

the gym somehow gets even louder as everyone screams their concerns and complaints.

jordan steps between them, shoving billie's shoulder harshly, "yo, i suggest you back the fuck up."

billie shoves back harder, snarling, "get off me."

riley, the panthers' team captain is quick to jump in when jordan steps closer to billie, her expression worried, "hey, let's just calm down, alri—?"

the clock has been stopped for at least 2 minutes now, and the gym is only getting more riled up as time passes. coaches are screaming, refs are trying to de-escalate the situation along with riley, and billie and mack are still at each other's throats.

but, of course, the panthers' on the sidelines just have to say something. another well known guard, tia brooks is shouting at billie, a cocky grin on her face, "damn, billie, you pissed 'cause we're gonna win?"

she gestures to the close scoreboard of 47-46, but billie doesn't even spare a glance. her hands are balled into fists, breathing heavy as she stares down tia.

"clock's ticking, superstar. one more lay-up and the game's over." she grins, winking at billie before turning on her heel and walking back to the bench.

billie's jaw tightens, heart beating rapidly in her chest as she tries to keep her cool. she doesn't want to get thrown out of the game with another technical foul, so she steps back, and you mentally applaud her for being the bigger person.

the referee's are finally starting to get things under control, calming down players and reassuring coaches on the sidelines. but somebody just always has to have the last word.

"just accept it," mack murmurs, stepping closer and pressing her finger against billie's chest, "you're a fuckin' loser."

her eyes dart between the three of her opponents before she shoves past both jordan and mack roughly, letting riley off the hook as she storms toward the bench. the gym quiets for a moment in confusion, and the referee's just exhale in relief.

billie's face is flushed with barely contained anger, but it's a different kind now. she doesn't even look at her coach, just stares at mack as she turns her back to line up for the free throws.

"i'm done." billie states, tone leaving no room for argument as her eyes flick to her coach, "i don't wanna play anymore. it's over, it's—"

coach parker freezes for a moment before cutting billie off, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder, "billie, we need you on the floor. we're still up by one—"

"no," billie huffs, voice breaking and becoming quieter, "i can't play anymore. she's just gonna keep on targeting me like she has been this whole damn game. you saw it, didn't you? no matter what i do, she's gonna keep fouling me."

you watch from the first row bleachers, biting your lip and frowning in concern as you see billie hang her head low, shoulders tense and clearly done with the game. the gym buzzes with quiet chatter for a moment as the referee's talk with the coaches.

but then mack's voice breaks through, sharp and mocking, "look at that. billie eilish wants to quit," she grins, "guess you're just not cut out for the sport."

"shut the fuck up, bitch!" a student yells from the bleachers, causing heads to turn left and right in an effort to find them, "you've got four fouls, shut your ass up and play the game."

mack rolls her eyes, stepping away and placing her hands on her hips as she looks back at billie.

the panthers' are so close—one point away from ending the game and winning in the final seconds. the clock is ticking down, the wildcats leading by just one point. billie's on the bench, shouting at her teammates with every last bit of confidence she has in her.

but mack just forced a turnover and nobody has any energy left to catch up to her.

"get her!" billie screams, voice rough with frustration, "you guys are just gonna let her score that?!—guard her!"

the game has been an emotional nightmare, but it's all come down to this. the crowd is on their feet along with the players on the benches, but billie's focus is on the court, and only then does she regret telling coach to bench her.

her eyes flick to the clock. 20 seconds. mack is passing the three point line on the other side of the court, driving toward the basket without any struggle. the gym goes silent as mack goes for the lay-up.

the ball goes into the basket, sending the panthers into a frenzy. the supporting students from ridgewood high erupt into screams and cheers of excitement as mack jogs backward down the court with a sly grin on her face.

48-47. panthers are up.

celebrations are all billie hears, and she really can't take it anymore, standing up from the bench and ripping the hair tie from her hair, "fuck!"

billie runs a stressed hand through her hair, tugging at the ends, "who had mack?! somebody get on her!" billie screams.

her teammates are visibly exhausted, trying to keep their heads high, but the sting of the impending loss is sharp.

12 seconds.

avery gets the inbound pass, and she doesn't waste any time. she runs down the court, controlling her dribbles as she slid past the half court press and into the paint. just as she was about to get the shot, lily cooper, the panthers center, slaps the ball out of her hand and into tia's grip.

"good drive, just—fuck." billie murmurs as if avery can hear, head spinning as she hears the opposing team count down from 10.

avery forces a turnover as soon as tia gets past half court, dribbling the ball and passing to the small forward. tia jumps in, grabbing the ball just as the buzzer sounds. it's over.

panthers win.

billie slams her waterbottle onto the floor, her anger still simmering. her chest heaves as she watches the panthers come from off of the bleachers and the bench, cheering loudly.

you can see the disappointed look on billie's face even from across the court, her fists clenched as she stares down at the floor in defeat. you frown, watching as billie lines up with her team for post-game high-fives.

the cheerleaders are still chanting, trying to keep spirits high even as students leave the gym with unsatisfied looks on their faces. the panthers begin the walk for high-fives, muttering "good game" as they pass each of the wildcats.

mack and billie are the last in both lines, and the blond takes the opportunity to pull billie forward and whisper in her ear, "nice job, eilish. though, maybe next time you won't choke."

billie narrows her eyes, yanking her hand away from mack's grip. but she doesn't back down, not again. "next time meaning the championship? y'know, the one your lame ass team won't make it to?"

"you won by a single point. get over yourself, carter." billie scoffs, shaking her head.

"whatever." mack says, brushing it off with an eye roll before she walks over to celebrate with her team.

billie huffs out a laugh at her reaction, pulling her jersey over her head as she walks towards the bleachers where her bags were. she walks past you, not even noticing when you stand up and follow behind her on her way up to the top row.

the cheerleaders are beginning to pack up their things, filtering out along with the rest of the crowd. billie sits down next to her bags, leaning down to untie her shoelaces and slip into the old jordan 4's she was always seen wearing.

it's only when you sit next to her does she sense your presence. she doesn't look up right away, but her muscles relax a bit.

"hey, billie," you murmur, watching as she stuffs her basketball shoes and jersey into her duffel bag and grabs her hoodie from inside of it.

she exhales softly, pulling her hoodie over her head before replying, "what's up?"

her voice is still rough, a little softer, but you can tell she's still mad. then she finally looks at you, and you see the shortest glimpse of vulnerability in her pretty blue eyes.

"i'm sorry about the game," you speak quietly, "they're a rough team, that's been known—but... it's not your fault."

billie shakes her head, a dry, frustrated laugh escaping past her lips, "yeah, well that doesn't make it hurt any less." she shuts her eyes for a moment. "i can't—i don't even know what happened out there. carter was on me the whole game, there's no fucking way she only had three fouls."

you frown in sympathy, cautiously putting a hand on billie's shoulder. you feel her relax even more underneath your touch, "you did your best," you say, finally.

billie turns her head, staring at you for a long moment, her anger still high but starting to cool down a little.

"i don't know if i did, that's the thing." she looks down at her bags and shakes her head once again, "this loss makes us third in the state, and that's not good enough. not for coach, not for the team. not for me."

"i really wanted this one." she murmurs.

"i know," you say softly, rubbing her shoulder with your thumb, "i get it."

billie looks back at you, sighing deeply before standing up from the bleacher. she reaches down to sling her backpack over her shoulders, carrying her duffel bag in one hand.

"we'll get 'em next time, i guess," billie shrugs.

you nod, but then think of a way to lighten the mood with a joke, "if they even make it 'til 'next time,'"

billie laughs at that, glancing back at you with a genuine smile as she nods in your direction, "miss head of leadership making fun of students? damn, that'll cost you your title."

you roll your eyes at her, "i'm head of leadership for westbridge, not ridgewood."

billie shrugs in understanding before muttering that your point is fair. she glances back at you one more time before she leaves, deciding to go back up to you and pull you into an unexpected hug.

her head rests on your shoulder, inhaling the mixed scent of your shampoo and perfume, relaxing even more as she shuts her eyes like she's trying to engrave this moment into her mind forever. not the loss, just this. you.

"thanks for always showing up," she murmurs, voice quiet. vulnerable. "you don't have to, but you always do, and i know i don't always show it, but i'm really grateful that you do."

you weren't expecting this at all. the surprise washes over you, but you can't bring yourself to pull away. your arms wrap around her neck gently, holding her for a few seconds as you think of what to say. but billie continues before you can reply.

"i know i'm a mess out there sometimes, but it helps to know that you'll be there after to calm me down. even when i'm being a total idiot." she laughs, eliciting a chuckle of your own.

blush creeps onto your cheeks as billie pulls you tighter, and when you finally whisper back, billie's own cheeks flush, "i'll always be here, front and center. win or lose."

when billie pulls back, the loss of warmth hits you both at the same time. the way she looks at you in that moment has you questioning everything. but then her lips curl up into a teasing smile as she steps back.

"yeah, well... thanks for always showing up..." billie says, the smirk on her face indicating she has more to say, "even if you're just here to 'keep an eye in student behavior,'"

you chuckle at her words, watching as billie laughs to herself as she makes her way down the bleachers, eyes flicking back to you once more before she slips through the gym doors and out of sight.

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LETTERS. coming back with some jock!billie angst/fluff 🙏🙏 not my best, but i got a bit inspired after reading my first fic about jock!billie again!!! i'm trying to get back into the swing of things, so i apologize if there's any mistakes or plot holes 😭 hope this keeps u guys entertained :)

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[ifwbillie]

safe. (comfort) | b.e x fem!reader

a/n. hi guys im back (maybe)

you’re curled up in the dim glow of your room, drowning in the silence. the blanket is pulled tight around you, like a shield against something that isn’t even there. your phone lies abandoned beside you, the screen flashing with her name. again. and again.

you don’t check the messages. you don’t listen to the voicemails. but you know what they say.

where are you?

please talk to me.

i’m worried, baby.

your stomach twists. it’s not like you don’t want to answer her. it’s that you can’t. your thoughts are too loud, looping the same fears over and over until you feel like you might suffocate under their weight.

then—soft knocking. hesitant.

you don’t move, don’t say anything, but the door creaks open anyway.

“baby?” her voice is careful, like she’s afraid you’ll shatter if she’s too loud.

footsteps. slow and deliberate. you feel the bed shift as she sits beside you. she’s not touching you, but her presence alone makes the air feel different. warmer.

“you scared me,” she murmurs, almost to herself. “i kept calling. texting. i thought…” she exhales sharply, like she’s steadying herself. “i just needed to see you.”

guilt coils in your chest. you bury your face deeper into the blanket.

billie doesn’t push. she just waits. patient. steady. like she has all the time in the world for you.

after a moment, she moves. not abruptly. not forcefully. just enough to slip under the blanket with you, to exist in your space without demanding anything. her hand brushes against yours—barely there, an offering.

“can i hold you?” she asks, voice so soft it almost disappears.

you hesitate, but then, slowly, you nod.

and she pulls you in.

it’s not just an embrace—it’s an anchor. her arms wrap around you with purpose, like she’s holding something fragile but refusing to let it break. her heartbeat is steady against your ear, her fingers moving absentmindedly through your hair.

“i got you,” she whispers. “i always got you.”

your breath hitches, and she must notice, because she holds you tighter.

you don’t even mean to say it, but it slips out before you can stop it. “i’m scared.”

her hand stills in your hair. ���of what, baby?”

you swallow hard. “of losing you. of you realizing i’m too much. that i think too much, that i feel too much.”

she’s quiet for a second. then—“hey,” she says, tilting your chin up so you have to meet her gaze. her eyes burn with something fierce, something unwavering. “look at me.”

you do.

“you are not too much,” she says, slow and deliberate, like she’s carving the words into the universe itself. “not for me. never for me.”

your throat tightens. “but—”

“no,” she cuts you off gently. “no buts. i love you, and i love all of you. even the parts that overthink. even the parts that get scared.” she presses her forehead to yours. “especially those parts.”

your eyes sting. she brushes her thumbs under them before anything can fall.

“you don’t have to fight this alone,” she whispers. “let me stay. let me help.”

you don’t trust your voice, so you just nod.

she shifts, pulling you down with her, molding herself around you like she’s trying to shield you from the world itself. her fingers keep moving—through your hair, along your back, tracing lazy circles into your skin.

“breathe with me,” she murmurs.

you do.

slow. steady. in sync.

the world is still heavy. your thoughts are still loud. but in her arms, they don’t feel so impossible to carry.

because she’s here.

and she’s not letting go.

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ... after the night of the grammy’s, billie comes to you for consolation — and of course — you offer that and much more.

꩜ … you had finally opened the door to your and billie’s LA home, feeling the warmth of the house wrapping around you instantly. because you haven’t been able to check your phone, you wanted to catch up with billie asap about the night she had because you knew it was a big deal to her.

you kicked off your shoes setting them aside and removing your coat. you then made your way upstairs and toward your bedroom and found billie sitting on the bed with her back up against the headboard.

you approached her slowly sensing something was off, “hey bils.” you greeted her while putting your bags to the side and immediately heading to sit beside her.

she huffed, “hey.” she said with a sad tone. she tossed her phone to the side and looked up at you.

your eyes and eyebrows immediately furrowed. “hey what’s up? did… did tonight not go as planned?”

her eyes watered as those words left your mouth. “i…i didn’t win any.” her voice wavered. “i put my heart and soul into that album and… i didn’t win any. i probably sound stupid.”

you shook your head placing your hand on her thigh. “hey it is not stupid. i know how hard you worked on that album baby.”

she bit her lip slightly, her eyes trailing off as she got stuck in her mind. you felt your heartache. you hated when she was in pain like that. emotional pain that you couldn’t console — well…

you thought about how you’d try to cheer her up long and hard and hoped she’d be up for what you were thinking.

you scooted closer tilting her head to look at you. “m’sorry baby, let me help you cheer up, yeah?” your voice had a lace of what billie loved to hear. you leaned even closer, your lips parting as you looked at billie’s face.

she watched as he moved closer and closer, her skin erupting with chills.

when you had finally been just inches away you spoke up again, “just let me take care of you.” you whispered lightly against her lips before moving forward and capturing them in a kiss.

billie hummed slightly in response. slid your tongue inside her mouth immediately moving the kiss more toward the passionate side.

as you made out you thought of how to go about everything before just sitting down in front of her. you loved her thighs apart wanting to insinuate what you had been thinking of doing.

you decided to break the kiss with a strong need to taste her. “don’t worry… gonna make you feel good baby. gonna make you forget about tonight.”

you spoke through the dark room, nothing but a soft glow from the candles she lit illuminating your face.

billie shifted so she was comfortable, her insides twisting and turning as she saw the hungry look on your face. you looked up making eye contact with her as your hands smoothed up her thighs and toward her sleep shorts. then you made a move to tug those and her underwear down in one fell swoop.

she moved her legs so that it was easier for the shorts to come off her legs. you tossed them aside and nudged her knees apart revealing her pretty pussy.

you scooted forward before you were face to face with it, licking your lips. you moved to kitten lick her first, trying to feel her out.

as soon as your tongue made contact with her, she jolted letting out a whine. you grinned loving the ways he squirmed under your touch. “just taste so good baby.” you praised, giving her another lick before taking her clit in your mouth and sucking on it lightly.

you gave her clit the most attention, swirling your tongue harshly on it before applying lots of pressure in a flicking motion. her hands clenched and her thighs closer around your head.

you tugged moving her thighs apart with your hands and keeping them still before diving back in. you shoved your tongue inside her swirling it in her entrance, licking up some of her arousal. then you smeared it and spit on her slit before licking and sucking all over.

it was sooner than later when you felt her thighs jerk and shake. “fuck — yn, feels so good. gonna make me fucking cum…” she moaned her hands making their way to your hair and attempting to push your head away.

you only laughed up which caused a vibration up against her pussy. she squirmed and thrashed when she was on the brink of orgasm. “shit — oh fuck, i’m cumming yn. i’m fucking cumming. yes yes…” she nodded, her back became arched and her neck was thrown back as that wave of pleasure coursed through her.

she jerked back and forth, her thighs still trying to close around your head as you didn’t put a halt to your actions. you wanted to overstimulate her. ride her out of her orgasm until she was tearing up at another. she whined at the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were bringing her and as if she didn’t just have one — another orgasm made its way to her faster than ever. before she knew it, she was cumming or — actually — squirting all over your face.

you took your mouth off her clit and opened your mouth with your tongue out feeling the liquid squirt everywhere. you let out a hearty laugh as you licked up her release before sucking on her folds and clit one last time.

her chest was moving up and down, her body limp in front of you. you licked your lips before crawling up to see her face. dry tears were on her cheeks and she looked adorable with them.

you had a guilty smile on your face. “hope i made you feel better my love.” you said as you pecked her lips.

© 𝐬𝐥𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

[harrysxcarolina]

sweet surprises

messages; b. eilish

warnings: honestly absolutely nothing but an overflow of fluffy fluff, billie being a sucker for birthdays, surprise!billie, cuteness overload (I may have gotten carried away with the day dreams of what billie would be like on your birthday), soft!billie, sweet!billie, half proof read, kinda on the long side don't know the word account for this...

au: To the sweet anon who requested this, I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to give this you, but I hope that it is everything you wanted! I thought I would add a lil twist and make it into this lil series... I also wrote this a different times of the day so please ignore the time stamps on the messages lmao

request

The sun’s rays danced around the room, casting a golden glow across the bed. The light teasing your fluttering eyes as you fight the weight of sleep. A soft breath rolls across your lips, as they lay in a perfect ‘o’ shape. Head heavy on the pillow as your cheeks are snuggled deep into your duvet. The sweet chirps and whistles of the blue birds outside your window slowly pull you away from your slumber. With a deep yawn and long stretch you finally sit yourself up still keeping yourself wrapped in the blankets as you reach over grabbing your phone. 

A small smile working its way across your lips as you read all the happy birthday messages. Searching for a message from one person in particular, your cheeks heating up a bright red when you see her contact with one unread message from her. With shaky fingers you quickly tap open the message thread. 

Your bottom lip falls between your teeth as you can’t help the giddiness that slowly consumes your entire being. Your skin warms as the blush works across your body sending shivers down your spine. The butterflies swirling around deep in your belly causing your heart to beat rapidly against your chest. Kicking your feet excitedly as you flop back into the depths of your pillows with your hands covering your face as you let out a small squeal. 

Glancing at the clock, 8:32 am, as you quickly scrabble to fix the bed head that is currently taking place on your head. Trying to make yourself look a little bit more presentable before you give her a call as you fix all the fly aways. Swiping your tongue across your lips before moving to make yourself comfortable. Tucking the blankets back around your waist as you fluff the pillows surrounding you. 

Going to unlock your phone only to be stopped midway. The steady knocking on the front door echos down the hall causing confusion to lace through your features. Reluctantly untucking yourself and padding your way down the hall. Clutching your phone in one hand as the other reaches for the door knob. Balancing on your tiptoes as you peek through your peephole. A small smirk working its way across your face as you quickly unlock the front door and swing it open. 

“Good morning, birthday girl. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” Finneas says as he stands there with a shit eating grin. His hair gently blows in the breeze as he holds out the bouquet of roses and an iced coffee with your name written in pretty cursive on it. The natural light shining down on the both of you causing you to slightly squint up at him. 

You offer him a soft shake of your head accepting the flowers and coffee. Taking a step to the side offering him to come in as you raise the roses up to your nose smelling the fresh flowers. A bashful smile lays on your lips as you see Finneas glancing down at you. 

“I had very strict instructions to deliver these to you, and to tell you that your second surprise will be delivered at 10 and for you to not do a single thing but lounge in bed until then.” He says with a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. Quirking your eyebrows up at him as you look up at him questionably. His smirk only grows. 

“My second surprise? What?” You ask as you motion for him to follow you into the kitchen. The cold tiles along the bottom of your feet do little to help the burning sensation taking over your skin. Not really sure what was happening but you don’t miss the excitement that is slowly building up deep in your belly. You have always loved surprises. Even as a child. Most people looked at you crazy anytime you would say that. Not being common for someone to like the feeling of not knowing what was to come, but for you, it always made you feel giddy and gave you a sense of adrenaline. The excitement ringing in your ears as your heart beats fast against your chest. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure he was following you as you went to search for a vase. 

“Did you really think she wouldn’t have something up her sleeve? You know how she gets with birthdays.” He says with a deep chuckle. Biting back a smile as you quickly place the flowers in the vase. Grateful that your back was facing him, not wanting him to see how incredibly red your cheeks were from Billies thoughtful gift. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks like a burning flame. How was it that she was thousands and thousands of miles away and she still has you blushing like a little school girl experiencing your first crush all over again. She always made things feel like this. Always the smallest things meaning the biggest importance to her. Remembering your favorite flowers. The way you liked your coffee in the mornings. Always reminding you that she was always paying attention to the little things in the best ways.

“I don’t know, honestly no one has ever made my birthday feel important, so I guess I just wasn’t expecting anything.” You answer honestly with a shrug of your shoulders as you see the card that came with the flowers. Quickly turning over the card along the tips of your fingers as your eyes scan across the words written in black ink. Your fingertips firm along the edges as you hear Finneas’s soft huff behind you. 

good morning my love, 

your favorite sweet treat to start off your birthday right, and your favorite flowers just because I love you. Enjoy your morning baby, and please for the love of god, send me pictures of that gorgeous smile of yours today. I miss you so much. Happy birthday, Mamas. 

I love you always, 

B 

Gripping the card tightly to your chest as you feel your eyes begin to swell up. Your bottom lip quivering as you try and hold 'em back. It was the smallest, simplest thing to receive flowers but she made it feel so big. So high on her priority list to make sure you felt special even with her clear across an ocean. God, how desperately you wished she was here too.

“Well I can guarantee that you have nothing to worry about. No matter what, she will always find a way to make your birthday feel special.” Finneas replies before he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. Squeezing you tightly across your shoulders before he offers you a final, happy birthday, and leaving you to wait for your next surprise. 

Hearing your front door click shut you grab your drink and bounce your way back down the hall to your room. Checking the time on your phone and notice that it’s now almost 9 am you happily take Finneas orders and climb back into bed. Remembering Billies request for you to call her you dial the familiar number and wait impatiently as it rings. Your fingers fidgeting with the loose thread along the seem as you hear muffled sounds on the opposite end of the call. 

“Hi birthday girl.” You hear her soft sweet voice through the speakers. Your heart flutters in your chest as you bite back a smile. “Hi Bils, how are you?” You soft ask as you gently kick your feet under the covers. Sinking yourself lower into your bed as you lose yourself in conversation with her. Billie smirks to herself as she does a good job at distracting you from the truth of her plans for the day. Enjoying the small talk and light banter between the two of you.

After spending the majority of the hour on the phone with billie she finally tells you she has to go to get ready for sound check. With lingering i love you's, and promises to send her pictures throughout your day you say your final goodbye. 

With a soft sigh you check the time, your smile quickly returns as you notice it is almost ten o’clock. Kicking the blankets off your legs as you make your way into the bathroom. Running a brush through your hair and brushing your teeth. Glancing at yourself in the mirror with a pout on your lips you're not given much time to change your clothes as you hear more steady knocks on your front door. 

Excitement laces your features as you run to the front door. Gripping the door knob and swinging the door open, not bothering to check the peephole this time. Your smile drops only for a brief second before utter disbelief consumes you. 

“What the actual fuck? How are you here right now?” You half scream as you jump up and down in excitement. Standing there with her arms open wide is your childhood best friend. Haven’t not been able to travel back home as often as you would have liked from how busy your life got since you’ve moved to California. Without a second thought you run into her arms and squeeze her tight. 

“That girlfriend of yours made it all happen.” She states as she wraps her arms tightly around you as you gently rock back and forth refusing to let go. Pulling back briefly to take her in, noticing all the small changes about her. “Damn bitch, you dyed your hair darker?” You gasp. Running your fingers through her dark locks remembering the last time you saw her she wore a pretty burgundy shade. 

With a shrug of her shoulders and a coy smirk she holds you at arms length. “I needed a change. You know me. If I’m not changing my hair that means something is seriously wrong.” She laughed as she pulled you inside demanding a tour of your place. 

Bouncing around your place as you make sure to show her every corner. Sharing laughs and giddiness as you find yourselves cuddled up in your bed. Finally catching your breath as you look up at her. 

“So tell me everything.” You state as you scoot closer. A smile hung off your lips. 

“Look I’m sworn in. All I can say is she’s down bad for you girl. Like crazy in love. Wouldn’t let me handle any of the trip details. Told me my one job today was to make sure you had the best time.” She states as she copies your actions, scooting further into the pillows as she props her head up on her hand. Looking down at you as her smile matches yours. 

“But she did send me something to give to you.” Your best friend states with a quirk of her lips. With a quick glance across the room directing your attention to her bag that sat next to the door. Glancing over your shoulder as you eye her bag before looking back at her. Not fighting the smile that was laying across your cheeks. 

“She sent a gift?” You ask shyly. Your cheeks burn bright red as your best friend sits there with her cocky smirk. A nod of her head before she's gently pushing you out of the bed. “Go, go! I want to see what she got you!” She urges as you roll out of the bed and run over to her suitcase. The giddiness works its way across your skin leaving goosebumps in its trail. Gripping her suitcase tightly as you rush back over to your bed. Stopping right before the edge placing the bag on the bed. Glancing up at your best friend, taking a deep breath, your bottom lip sits between your teeth as you slowly unzip the zipper. 

At the top of her bag lay a perfectly wrapped present with a note sitting on top. You recognize Billie's handwriting as you feel the butterflies deep in your belly. 

my pretty girl, written across the write paper in black ink. 

With shaking hands you pick up the paper and open it slowly as your eyes scan over her messy handwriting. 

Now that you have successfully received your second surprise for your birthday, I want you to treat yourself to your favorite food, on me of course, and get yourself ready for your third surprise which will be ready for you at 3:00 pm today baby. Spend the day with your bestie and have as much fun as you possibly can! I insist.

I love you so much, and I hope you have the best time with your best friend. :ppp 

I know what you're thinking pretty. How did I manage to pull it off? Well I’ll never tell!! lol I’m surprised myself, if I'm being honest. It was so hard to keep it a secret from you, buuuuttt I knew it would make it ten times better if I did!! I want today to be absolutely perfect for you because you deserve nothing but the best, my love. 

Eat some good food for me baby, and have lots of fun! I can’t wait to hear about it all later! 

I love you always, 

B 

Glancing up through your lashes at your best friend, your cheeks burning as your lip still lays captured between your teeth. Swollen and red matching your cheeks. “Well what are you waiting for? You’re killing me. Open the present!” She gushes as she moves across the bed kneeling next to her suitcase. Taking Billie’s note out of your hands and laying it down next to her on the bed as she motions for you to continue.

The excitement radiating off the both of you as you rip the wrapping paper off the box.  Mouth hanging open as you stare at the neatly folded dress in the box. Your fingers running over the smooth material as your eyes swell up with tears. You couldn't believe your eyes. You didn't know how she even knew how badly you wanted this dress. The dress you've spent weeks staring at through your phone screen. Adding it to your wishlist the moment your eyes landed on it that warm sunny afternoon. You didn't notice her watching you as you laid curled up on her couch scrolling through your phone. Her smile growing wide as she watch your eyes sparkle with want as you read all the reviews of the dress. Making a mental note to one day get you that dress. She couldn't imagine you looking prettier in anything but it. Imagining how your smile would grow, how your cheeks would burn a rosy red as she begged you to twirl around for her wanting to take every inch of you in. Making quick, yet sneak work to glance at the website you were on and adding it to her notes app for later use.

You notice the small note card sitting onto of the white floral print dress. Picking up the card and toying with it between your fingertips your smile big as it works it's way across your cheeks.

A pretty dress for my pretty girl x

"Well what is it?!" Your best friend asks as she bounces up and down on her knees slightly losing her balance which causes you to lose yourselves in a fit of giggles as you pull the dress out of the box to show her.

After lounging around in your bed, gushing to your best friend about the dark haired blue eyed girl you were hopelessly in love with, you both can't deny the rumbles in your belly anymore. Deciding to order brunch from your favorite cafe near your apartment you both agree to spend the late morning doing self care and catching up on everything you've both missed out on. As the morning goes on you don't forget Billie's request and keep her updated on all your shenanigan's.

Once your bellies were full of delicious pancakes with warm sticky syrup you couldn't help the jitters ricocheting through your nerves. Needing to distract yourself from the realization you didn't have your girl with you on your special day, you decide to spend the afternoon showing your bestie around all your favorite places that you've discovered while living here. The internal desire to have her near you experiencing all this with you only made you miss her more, but Billie never fell short to show you how much she loved and missed being there with you. You were grateful for your best friend. You were beyond happy and thrilled that you at least had one of your girls here with you.

The sunlight warm and bright as you drive around town jamming out to all your favorite songs. Dancing around and singing at the top of your lungs with your best friend making your way closer and closer to one of your absolute favorite places. The bookstore. Welcoming the scent of new books and the coffee beans being roast in the small cafe that sat in the back corner you begin your browsing. Sharing all your favorite books and to be reads that you had sat in a neat pile on your desk back home with her. Discussing how you both always had a love for books and the endless possibilities of all the different worlds you could escape into that lay between the covers. Taking pictures off all the books that you soon wanted to add to your list your eyes land on something you just couldn't miss out on sharing with Billie. Your favorite book with a twist to it. Quickly snapping a picture and grabbing it off the shelf as you open up your message thread. Not realizing that you already had two unread messages from her you couldn't help the tingles that worked their way up your spine and through your fingertips as you saw her gorgeous smile on your screen. Trying to bite back the soft moan that desperately wanted to escape you return to the task at hand. Not before adding her selfie to your camera roll for you to admire more later.

Reading her last message as you feel the butterflies taking flight through your core. Heart skipping a beat at her reminder, you grip the hardback book tightly to your chest bouncing your way through the endless isles of books in search for your best friend. Glancing at the time on your phone noticing that it was almost two pm. Your mind wonders on what else Billie could have up her sleeve. Still trying to wrap itself around the fact that she already had surprised you with your favorite flowers and coffee this morning, to follow up with flying your best friend clear across the country to spend your birthday with you, you just couldn't imagine what else she could have planned. The tour causing her to be super busy you weren't even sure how she had the time to do what she already had done for you. You once again felt your cheeks heat up for what felt like the millionth time today you finally found your best friend in the mystery section, stating that she got sucked into this genre a couple months back when she had to read a certain author in her English class at uni.

She goes into detail about the book as you make your way to check out. Not missing a single detail of all the twist drama in the book as you welcome the warm rays on your skin continuing your journey to your car after making your purchase. Sliding your sunglasses up your nose as you turn the car over continuing your jam session as you shoot Maggie a text that you will be headed that way shortly. Chilling in the car as you show her the book you will be reading later tonight as you wait for Maggie to give you the go ahead to head that way.

After a few moments she replies back stating to head on over and to let yourselves in once you get there you buckle up and make the drive. The nerves setting in as you get closer and closer to your destination. Gripping the wheel tightly as you make the final turn onto her road. Your best friend sensing your nerves she reaches over and releases one of your hands from the wheel. Offering you a comforting squeeze along your fingers as you pull into the driveway. Taking a deep breath as you glance over at her using your free hand to tuck a few fallen pieces of hair that lay in your line of site.

"Do you know what it is?" You ask softly as you shut the car off and throw your keys into your bag. Turning in your seat to face her you don't miss her biting smirk.

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm sworn in remember?" She states as she squeezes your hand one final time before letting go and leading the way out of the car.

You swore you could feel your heart beating in your ears as you lock your car and lead the way up the driveway. Your bestie hot on your tail as you reach the front door. Before you could wrap your hand around the door knob you feel her hand on your lower back.

"Don't worry you're gonna love it!" She gushes in your ear. You could feel her smile as you get the final gust of encouragement to swing open the door and lead her into the home you've been in countless of times. Shark bounces his way down the hallway at the sound of the door opening wagging his tail excitedly as he notices you in the walk way. Giving him a quick pat on the head and soft scratch behind the ears as you wave your friend to follow you into the house. Confusion laces your features as the house is dead silent. Eyebrows furrowing as you glance back at you bestie.

"I wonder where she is? She told me it was okay for us to head over," You quietly ask as you round the corner leading into the dining room. Your stopped dead in your tracks the moment you rounded the corner at the view set up in front of you.

Standing there in the middle of the dining room is your beautiful girlfriend, who should be across the ocean getting ready for her upcoming shows, but instead is standing right in front of you wearing the biggest smirk across her face. Her eyes wide and bright with happiness as she captures her bottom lip between her teeth. Her baggy clothes hanging off her perfectly has her dark hair is slightly hidden under the cap she chose to wear today. Her hands buried in her jean pockets as she gently rocks her self back and forth on the heels of her feet.

Her eyes are quick to glance you up and down. Finally being able to witness your prettiness first hand in the dress she bought you. The tension in the air is thick as you continue to stand there gawking in shock. You are absolutely taken over with disbelief being stuck in place as your eyes refuse to believe she's actually here. Taking everything in, from the soft dim lighting that was set in the back ground to the soft hum of the background music she had set to play. You hear Maggies soft chuckle echo from the kitchen into the dining room. The balloons handing neatly along the arch ways of the door leading to the kitchen catch your attention for a brief second. You hear the soft clanks of utensils and cabinet doors being open and shut as she finishes up the task she was working on in there.

Bille's soft chuckle pulls your attention back to her. Her lips soon moistened by her tongue as she swipes it across her swollen lips.

"You gonna just stand there starin' or are you gonna come give me a hug, birthday girl?" She questions as she pulls her hands out of her pockets and motions for you to make your way into her arms.

Not wasting another second before you rush into her embrace. Welcoming her sweet scent and familiar tug of her arms as she pulls you tighter against her. Your face deep in her neck as she squeezes you tightly.

"God I fucking missed you pretty." She whispers into your hair as you feel her lips leave a gentle kiss to your temple. Refusing to let go as you wrap your arms around her waist.

"How-How are you here right now? You have shows, and you should- you should be across an ocean right now?" You mutter as you don't stop the hot tears from breaking the damn. You body slightly shakes in her hold as you finally got the one thing you desperately wanted for your birthday. Her.

Pulling back slightly and brushing your fallen bangs out of your face she flickers her gaze across your features. Reaching up and gently brushing her fingertips across your cheek she can't help the burning desire to kiss your rosy lips. Cupping your cheek and pulling you closer gently brushing her nose against yours.

"Did you really think I would miss your birthday?" She asks as she looks up at you through her dark lashes. Her bright blue eyes twinkling with lust and love as your hands lay on her hips. Gripping her tightly, scared that if you blinked even once she would disappear and that this would all be a dream. With a shake of your head and a small smile that works its way across your lips. Forgetting everything else around you and only focusing on her body pressed across yours and her fingers that are slowly tangling themselves in the hair at the base of your neck. Gently pulling you down to her.

You feel her minty breath brush across your lips as her smile matches yours. "Happy birthday, angel." She whispers across your lips before capturing them with hers in a passionate kiss. A kiss that had your heart stopping and your breath catching. Thoughts running wild as you loose yourself into her. Lips tangling as you tilt your head deepening the kiss. Not missing the low groan that leaves her lips as she grips your head tighter. Her forehead lays against yours as she pulls apart to give you both a chance to catch your breathes.

Reaching down and tangling her fingers with yours. The blush evident on your cheeks as you glance back at your best friend who is just standing there with a huge shit eating grin on her face. Phone in hand as she had been recording the entire thing the moment you stepped in the door. Per Billies request of course, not wanting you to miss out on watching this sweet moment later tonight.

"C'mon me and Mom made you a cake, and Finneas and Claudia are here too! Dad's out back setting up the table for us to eat and watch you open your presents." She whispers against your lips before laying a quick peck on the corner of your mouth. Squeezing your hand as she takes a step back motioning for the both of you to follow her. Glancing between Billie and your best friend you couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. Shaking your head as you quickly pull her back in for one more kiss.

"You're all unbelievable you know that? You sneaky lil thing you." You mumble as you cup her cheek. It was Billies turn to feel her cheeks heat up. Her once porcelain skin heats up to a pretty pink as she meets your gaze. Bottom lip caught between her teeth as she offers you a suggestive shrug of her shoulders.

"Just wanted you to have the best day baby. Even if it meant I only got to spend a couple hours of your birthday with you. I couldn't stand being away from you. Not today love." She admits softly her ring covered fingers brushing across your smooth skin as she flicks her gaze up to yours.

"Thank you," You whisper as you notice her orbs getting even softer than before. "Thank you for everything Bils. I-I had so much fun today, and somehow it just keeps getting better." You admit.

Your smiles both growing bigger as you finally let her lead you guys into the kitchen to be greeted with even more hugs and smiles from the people you call family. Soft touches and warm kisses are stolen and shared between the two of you as the night progresses. Not wasting a moment as you spend the remainder of your birthday wrapped up in your girlfriend's arms sharing endless laughs and pieces of cake with the people who now call family.

[svelish]

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Summary !! - Billie had troubles sleeping, though she loved some actual natural pillows especially when it was yours that she slept better.

Billie can't sleep. It's been months since she's had a good and decent amount of sleep, in fact she can count on one hand how many times she had a proper 6 hours of sleep. And those times where when she slept with you. Literally, slept in her best friend's bed and did nothing more.

She's sure that if the opportunity arose, she would've done something but each and every time she intended to do something while they were in bed, she was so exhausted and she just fell asleep the minute her head touched heavenly pillows, not just any pillows, but your pillows. She had even bought the same brand of your pillows but it hasn't worked yet. She also tried sleeping in your bed while you were doing night shifts at the hospital, but to no avail she couldn't sleep.

She didn't want to try pills.

She did try all the natural recipes that their friends suggested but again, nothing worked.

Nothing but you and your own natural pillows.

I mean your breasts.

Billie tossed and turns for the 10th time that night and enough is enough. She throws the covers off, feeling too hot to the touch. She feels the couple of drinks taking effect now and she's sure as hell that now that her inhibition is gone that she could shamelessly seek out what makes her sleep.

Truth to be told, and if she's really going to be honest with herself, she not only yearns to sleep but yearns to be with you in every way possible.

Why was it so hard for her to do it sober? Maybe someday she will get the courage.

Tonight? Tonight she only wants to sleep so that the impending headache she will have in the morning is not the only thing that will make her grumpy and insufferable.

So she paces in her room for a while before finally deciding to take a leap and go to your room.

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You heard groans and soft whines thru the wall. Seems like your best friend is having another sleepless night. You wished so much that you could help.

You had before, you know you can do it again but they haven't spoken since Billie went out a couple of hours ago without inviting you and then coming back drunk announcing it so.

They've been tiptoeing around their feelings ever since Billie fully slept the first night. Your chest providing the perfect opportunity for the so much needed sleep that was lacking in your best friend's life.

And it wasn't just the fact that Billie practically fell asleep on you but the way that she clung to you that night and that morning where mandatory morning cuddles were more intimate than what she had with her ex-girlfriend, it told her that there were feelings in between.

Then it happened again, and again and by the fifth time that it happened whenever you wanted to bring out the subject Billie would be in such high spirits for finally having a decent night sleep that she hadn't had it in her to crush such a good mood.

You were so engrossed into thinking about your best friend and the situation they have found themselves in that you almost got a heart attack when Billie enters your room and instantly you could see the drunken state of your best friend.

"Can I borrow a pillow?"

"Where are your pillows?" You asked with a laugh. Billie fidgets in her spot and scratches the back of her neck to come up with the perfect explanation, but she's too drunk to think of one, so she shrugs.

"You specifically bought a matching set of pillows identical to mine." You chuckled and grabbed one of your large pillows on the other side of the bed while Billie approaches you and then stops you while she drops herself on the bed and cuddles you. Billie wraps an arm around your waist and rests her head in your neck and part of your boobs and sighs contently.

Billie smiles against you and you cracked up. "Billie, my boobs are not pillow."

"Shhhh, you're offending them. They're the best pillows ever." She purrs and her hold tightens and you couldn't help but blush and hopes that your friend is too drunk to notice your elevated heartbeat or the fact that somehow your nipples were stiff and they're visible enough in your white tank top.

"They're not." You giggled and the fact that Billie was so wrapped around you. You felt Billie wrap herself even futher with her whole body.

"They so are. I can write a thousand sonnets about your boobs." She knows Billie can but right now you were too focused on the way that Billie sneaks a peek to your chest, smiles and drips a kiss at the top of them.

"How much did you drink?" You feel the content sigh that Billie lets out at the top of your breast and you can't help but to let one of you're own. Right now you're pretty content too.

Billie lifts her head enough so both of you could stare at each other's eyes. When they meet everything makes sense.

"Enough to still think that I want to stay here forever."

You give her a smile that Billie returns before she places her head back down her 'pillows'.

"I'm fine with that."

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Don't let me froget about this in the morning?"

"What? The fact that you told me my boobs are heavenly pillows and that you could write sonnets about them or the fact that you-"

"That I love you."

"Why would you forget it?"

"Because you haven't said it back." You feel Billie's heart quicken and beat loudly and you won't ever let her forget. "I love you too."

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You didn't need to make her remember. Billie does it on her own and she grins against the heavenly pillows once she wakes up and fully rested.

"Slept okay?"

Your voice cuts throught the comfortable silence.

"I told you they're the best pillows ever."

Yeah, she remembers.

[l-starsz]

Your walking in the forest and stumble upon a fairy with the most persuading voice she hands you a paper with this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT2uvMmqR/ written on it she said she'd give you fairy dust if you write a fic about this what do you do

Take the paper and say yes (correct answer)

Say no and flick her into the abyss (wrong answer and she'll curse you) 🧚🏾‍♀️

a/n: not looking to get cursed today, i want my fairy dust!! funnily enough the day this request was sent i doodled stuff in my notebook and labelled it ‘fairy dust’?? anywayyy this was so good to write i’m actually obsessed with that video

our hands were all over eachother. messily kissing and not even bothering to pull away for air. we were desperate for eachother. it’d been a while since i’d seen billie, since she’d been on tour and i couldn’t go with her because i had things i needed to do, but i was finally able to fly out to her. and that’s what led to this. the first day we’d seen eachother in around a month and a half.

she had to go on stage in around 20 minutes, but in the moment, this felt more important. i was leaning back against the wall with billies body pressed up against mine. slight whimpers left my mouth when her kisses trailed down to my neck.

“need you so bad. please baby..” i whispered out.

“i’ve got you pretty girl.” she smiled, kissing my lips once more before letting her hands grab at my sweats.

she didn’t pull them down, just slid her hand underneath them, and my underwear, immediately finding my clit. she ran her fingers over it slightly, and then made her way to where i was soaked. i heard her gasp slightly, not expecting me to be this wet. i let out a slight whine, burying my face in her neck and moving my hands to her shoulders.

“please bil.. i need you.” i mumbled, getting slightly frustrated.

“alright angel, but we have to be quiet, just for a little bit, okay?” she spoke in a tone that made me even more whiny.

i nodded as quick as i could, pushing my hips a tiny bit closer to her before i felt her fingers glide back up to my clit. i immediately let out a moan, partially from her words, but also because of how sensitive i’d become.

“what did i say angel?” i heard her speak as she stopped her movements (not that she was doing much anyway, but i was just so sensitive that i could barely handle the slightest touch).

i let out a breathy moan, moving my hips to try to get to to keep going. but she wouldn’t. i knew what she wanted.

“to.. fuck- to be quiet.”

“that’s right, baby. don’t want to get caught.” she spoke lowly, before continuing what she was doing.

i tried so hard to hold back my noises, knowing that she wouldn’t carry on if i didn’t listen to her. it was so difficult, though. it had been too long without her, or her touch. it wasn’t long at all before her middle and ring fingers were pushing inside me. it definitely wasn’t difficult for her to get them inside me, considering how wet i was.

i immediately tightened around them. my back arched at how good it felt, and my breath hitched. she started off slow, making sure she found the right spot to have me almost sobbing for her, before she sped up. the only noises heard in the room was the wet sound coming from my pussy, and my breathy moans. quiet whispers were exchanged between kisses every so often, and i was doing everything i could to keep quiet.

“you’ve got this, pretty. you’re doing so well. being such a good girl for me.” her voice was soft in my ear.

my knees buckled, so billies free hand found my waist, holding me close so that i wouldn’t fall. her body was still pressed up against mine as she left wet kisses down my neck. the feeling of her all over me sent me to the edge of my orgasm, i wasn’t quite there yet, but i definitely wasn’t far. and of course, billie could tell. she knew me too well. her thumb found my clit, and her fingers continued moving at a steady pace inside me.

her voice in my ear was enough to push me over the edge.

“you look so perfect like this. let go for me pretty girl, i’ve got you.”

i almost collapsed to the floor, but billies body against mine kept me up, whilst her hand moved to cover my mouth. i let out loud moans, and obviously her hand wasn’t enough to keep my quiet, so she shifted again. i was finishing over her hand, whilst her other hand moved back to my waist to keep me standing, and her lips pressed against mine to make sure i stayed quiet.

my eyes were squeezed shut as tight as possible, and my body was limp against billies, knowing that if she let go i’d fall right to the floor because of how weak my legs were. i let out small whines into her mouth as she continued working me through my orgasm, and my hips were bucking against her.

“there you go, being so good cumming for me.”

“don’t stop billie.. please don’t stop.” my voice was breathy.

“i’m not stopping, love. going to take good care of you, i promise.”

when i finally came down, my head ended up buried in billies neck whilst i let out heavy breaths and slight breathy moans from the feeling of her fingers still inside me. she was whispering praises into my ear as i had my arms draped over her shoulders, slightly gripping onto her shirt still.

“i missed you so much, baby.” she spoke quietly.

“i missed you more, my love.” i whispered, allowing her to pick me up and take me into the bathroom.

she set me on the counter as she cleaned me up, taking it slow even though we both know she only had a few minutes before she had to be on stage. when i was cleaned and dressed again, and we were both presentable, we headed towards the stage, acting as if nothing had happened minutes before.

i watched from backstage as billie performed. she looked so perfect on stage, she looked so perfect all the time. after a little bit, she was getting ready to sing the backing vocals for ‘when the party’s over’, and she was telling the crowd they needed to be quiet. and that was when i heard it.

“we have to be quiet, just for a little bit, okay?”

at first i wondered why it sounded familiar, but then i realised. the exact same words she’d said to me not long before. she definitely did that on purpose.

[harrysxcarolina]

you thought of me?! 🥺👀🥰

yk what’s so funny is we all write filthy, nasty, toe curling smut and then will be in each other’s dms like “hi my sweet baby angel loml” and… that’s beautiful.

[xoluvx]

billie x reader smut

reader surprises billie in australia after her show

finishing this request only a whole month later.. anyway it's a little softer than i originally planned, but i love it (i hope you do too) ₊˚⊹ᰔ

you were crouching behind the bed hoping she wouldn't see you when she entered the room and turned on the lights. knowing her, she'd be too exhausted to notice your luggage. she wouldn't notice until she was in bed ready to turn off the lights. she wouldn't notice until you jumped up from behind the bed and surprised her. still, you quietly cursed yourself when you realized you'd left it by the foot of the bed. it was too late to do something about it. you'd heard the card key unlocking the door and your heart fluttered with anticipation.

two weeks. it'd been two whole weeks since you'd last seen her. you'd been marking down the days 'til you surprised her. you'd anxiously boarded the plane and clutched to your luggage as you wandered the terminals. impatiently waiting for your ride. awkwardly talking to the hotel receptionist and now nervously couching behind the bed catching your breath when you caught a glimpse of her silhouette.

you wanted to jump out right there and then. you wanted to wrap your arms around her body. you wanted to sprinkle her face with kisses, but you sat paralyzed watching her enter the bathroom. the light illuminating the otherwise dim room. she closed the door only slightly and you contemplated how you could surprise her. it had to be bigger than just hiding behind the bed. you stood up quietly still thinking of your next move, you were too slow. the bathroom door had fully opened and a scream fill the room.

"it's me, it's me-" you stuttered as you watched her clutch her chest and lower her headphones. "-i'm sorry. i was trying to surprise you, but.." you were rambling, stumbling near the side of the bed as you approached her. when the light caught you face, her face relaxed. a smile formed on her lips and without saying anything, her arms wrapped around your shoulders. you fell into her inhaling her scent. it was so comforting. you felt so safe and peaceful in her arms.

she cupped your face when she pulled away, your arms still wrapped around her. when your lips touched your world started spinning again. you felt lightheaded so enamored. raptured by the overwhelming feeling of being in her embrace again. it'd only been two weeks, but the dormant hunger was awaken when her tongue ran along your bottom lip. you hummed leaning further into her touch. surrendering yourself willingly as her hands cupped the back of your neck pushing your body towards the bed.

the back of your legs hit the mattress and you stumbled back taking pleasure in the feeling of her weight on your body. your hands clung to her waist as she wedged her leg between your thighs. the contact made your insides flutter. you felt the tightness between your legs and the shivers crawling down your spine. you moaned when her thigh pressed on your core. you desperately tugged at her shirt wanting it off.

the process of taking off your clothes felt like a lifetime, but it all amounted to the tender touches that followed. the heavy breathing. the sheets tangled between your bodies as you kissed and touched places that were so intimate and sacred to just the two of you. places that made your head toss back in pleasure. places only her tongue had memorized.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when her fingers entered you slowly. her tongue circled your clit almost featherlike. the soft strokes mixed with the curl of her fingers drove you crazy. your hands gripped the bedsheets as you chanted her name. it'd been no more than a few minutes and you were already threatening to unravel under her touch. she pulled you apart at the seams, you were overflowing, bountiful and oh so fucking close.

you shut your legs around her head as she gave a few more licks and a few more thrusts. when she felt you clench and throb on her fingers, she stopped to kiss your inner thigh. you were quivering, catching your breath. her lips stuck to your sweaty skin and she made her way up your body. kissing every area she'd missed on her journey down.

she'd missed this. you'd missed this. you'd missed her. there was nothing sweeter than her hand on your neck feeling your pulse as your lips met again and again. the tiredness that'd inhabited her body was now replaced by the need to make up for lost time. even if it had only been two weeks.

[secretl1fe0fm3]

fallingforyou - billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: you’ve been in a month long relationship with billie, your first girlfriend. you’re nervous for your first time with her, but she talks you through it

warnings: smut, soft dom!billie, inexperienced!reader, praise kink, dirty talk, fingering, established relationship, super fluffy at the end (they say their first “i love you” to each other)

an: hiiii, heres yet another fic :P literally got such a good request after posting obsessive and i immediately had to jump on it! anyways, very little plot again, enjoy! (anon i hope this is everything you wanted! i had so much fun writing it, thanks for your request!!! mwah!!<3) really pushing the 1975 agenda with the title hehe

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The soft crackle of the record player filled Billie’s dimly lit bedroom, the needle gliding smoothly over the vinyl as a slow song played out of the speakers. The scent of her vanilla-scented candle mixed with her perfume filled your nose. You sat cross-legged on her bed, fidgeting slightly, your fingers tangled together in your lap.

Billie is laid out beside you, propped up on one elbow, watching you closely with her bright blue eyes, pulling your attention straight to her. She was dressed in a soft cream button up, and a pair of black boxers, her legs stretched out, one foot bouncing in time with the music.

“You’re quiet,” she murmured, her voice low, cutting through the soft music.

You swallowed, your heart beating a little too fast. “Just… thinking.”

Billie smirked. “About?”

You glanced away, biting your lip. You’d been together for a little over a month now, long enough for kisses between you to turn deeper, for soft touches to linger longer than they used to. And tonight, you both knew where things were heading, your texts you had sent her the previous night hanging above your head with a silent promise of whats to come.

Billie shifted closer, her fingers finding yours, her thumb tracing slow, reassuring circles over your knuckles. “Are you nervous, baby?”

You nodded, exhaling shakily. “Yeah.”

Her teasing smirk softened into something more tender. “Hey,” she whispered, bringing your intertwined hands up to her lips, pressing a kiss against your fingers. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I know,” you murmured, stealing a glance at her. “I want to, I just—” You hesitated, heat creeping up your neck. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Billie’s grin returned, her smirk spreading. “Mm, that’s kinda hot,” she mused to herself, tilting her head. “You wanna learn, baby?”

Your stomach tightened at the way she said it, her voice dripping with unspoken lust. You nodded, breath hitching.

Billie shifted, sitting up so she could cup your face, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Then let me teach you,” she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips over yours, placing a gentle kiss on your slightly trembling lips. “We’ll go slow. You just have to trust me, baby. Okay?”

“I do,” you breathed, leaning into her touch.

She smiled, her fingers tracing down your jaw, then your throat, before she pulled you into another kiss, this one deeper, her lips parting just enough for her tongue to graze yours.

“Good girl,” she murmured against your lips, the praise sent a shiver down your spine.

Billie pulled away just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing over your pink lips. Her gaze was dark now, pupils blown wide with lust, but her touch was still gentle and patient.

“You okay?” she murmured, voice low and smooth.

You nodded, breathless. “Yeah.”

“Good.” She pressed a lingering kiss to your jaw, then down the side of your neck, her hands sliding over your waist. “I want you to lay back for me, baby.”

Your stomach flipped, but you did as she asked, letting her guide you down against the pillows. She hovered over you, her fingers tracing the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath, palms warm against your skin.

“You’re so soft,” she whispered to herself. Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, pushing your shirt up inch by inch until she could press a kiss on your sternum. “Still doing okay?”

You nodded again, but Billie tutted, her lips curving against your skin. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you exhaled quickly, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m okay.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her hands sliding lower, toying with the waistband of your shorts. She glanced up at you through her lashes. “Can I take these off?”

You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your belly at the way she looked at you. “Yes, please.”

Billie grinned, hooking her fingers under the fabric and dragging them down your legs, slow enough to make you squirm. She leaned back for a moment, her gaze raking over you, making you flush pink at her intense stare.

“Fuck,” she murmured, almost like she was talking to herself again. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”

Your face burned at the compliment, but before you could respond, her hands were on your thighs, parting them. She settled between them, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before trailing up, slow and teasing.

“You’re shaking,” she noted, her voice softer now, her hands smoothing over your skin. “You nervous or just excited?”

“Both,” you admitted, breath catching as her lips brushed higher.

Billie chuckled, pressing a kiss right where your thigh met your hip. “That’s cute.” Her fingers traced up your inner thigh, featherlight. “I’m gonna touch you now, baby. Just with my fingers. I’ll be gentle, okay?”

You exhaled shakily, nodding. “Okay.”

She watched your face as she moved your panties to the side, her fingers trailing against your core. The first brush of her touch made you whimper, and Billie groaned softly in response.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” she murmured, circling her fingers over your clit in slow strokes. “You feel so good, baby.”

Your hips jerked slightly, overwhelmed by the new sensation. Billie hushed you, her free hand pressing gently against your stomach, rubbing softly over your skin. “Relax, sweetheart. Just feel me.”

You tried, focusing on the slow, deliberate way she played with your clit, her fingers tracing your folds. She kept whispering to you, telling you how good you were, how perfect you felt. When she finally slid one finger inside you, she went slow, watching for any hesitation on your face.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she murmured, kissing your inner thigh.

Billie watched you with a knowing smirk as you threw your head back against the pillows, her fingers moving slowly inside of you. The stretch was new, but her touch was gentle, her thumb never stopping its soft circles over your clit.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, pressing deeper, curling her finger just right. The sensation made you gasp, your back arching slightly against the bed.

Billie moaned at the sight, her free hand moving to your hip, pushing it down to ground you. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” she murmured, her voice rough. “So perfect around my fingers.”

You whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets as she kept working you open. Billie’s eyes drank in the sight of you falling apart on her finger, her thrusts becoming quicker momentarily.

“You like that, baby?” she asked, her lips ghosting over your inner thigh. She added another finger, slowly, letting you adjust. “You’re taking me so well, pretty girl.”

You could barely form words, nodding weakly as overwhelming pleasure built low in your stomach. Every stroke of her fingers inside you, and the feelings of her thumb circling your clit had heat curling inside you.

Billie smirked. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You whimpered again, your hips shifting, trying to find more friction. Billie chuckled smugly, pressing her lips against the inside of your knee, nibbling at the skin. “It’s okay, baby. Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

Her words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, pleasure crashing through you like a wave as your climax hit you, hard. Billie cursed softly, working you through it, her fingers still moving inside of you as she helped you ride out your orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured, her voice filled with pride. “So pretty when you come for me.”

You shuddered, gasping, barely able to process the feeling of Billie’s lips still pressing soft kisses against your inner thigh, her fingers finally slowing, easing out of you gently.

She moved up your body, kissing your flushed chest, cheeks, and then your lips. Her hand stroking slow, and soothing circles over your hip as she pulled you into her arms, cuddling you against her chest. Your body was still buzzing, your limbs feeling heavy, but Billie just held you, her fingers tracing shapes against your bare skin.

“You okay, baby?” she whispered after a few minutes of silence, her lips brushing against your temple.

You nodded, turning your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I just feel…a lot.”

Billie chuckled softly, her arms tightening around you. “I get it,” she murmured. “You were perfect, you know that?”

Heat spread across your cheeks as you burrowed closer to her, your fingers lightly gripping the fabric of her button up. “I didn’t really know what to expect,” you admitted. “But I feel safe with you.”

Billie’s breath hitched for a second before she sighed, her hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to press warm against your bare back. “Good,” she spoke softly, kissing your forehead. “I never want you to feel anything else with me.”

You tilted your head slightly to look up at her, your heart still pounding, but this time not from nerves or arousal—but with something deep and overwhelming in your chest, something you’d been feeling for a while now but had never said out loud.

Billie was already watching you, her gaze soft and concerned. She reached up, brushing her thumb over your cheek, her brows furrowing like she was trying to read your thoughts.

“What is it, baby?” she whispered.

You swallowed thickly, your fingers curling a little tighter into her top. You could feel it threatening to spill out before you even fully thought it through.

“I love you.”

Your words came out rushed, barely above a whisper, but Billie froze, her breath catching. For a second, you thought maybe you’d said too much, maybe it was too soon, but the sound of Billie’s voice cut through your anxious thoughts.

“Fuck,” Billie breathed, exhaling the words quickly like the air was knocked out of her. She swallowed hard, then let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “Say it again.”

You smiled shyly, your heart hammering in your chest. “I love you.”

Billie groaned dramatically, rolling onto her back and pulling you fully on top of her, her arms locking tight around your waist, pulling you to her chest. “Oh my God,” she mumbled, burying her face in your neck. “You’re actually trying to kill me.”

You giggled at her reaction, warmth spreading through your whole body. “So dramatic.”

Billie pulled back, just enough to look at you again, her hands cupping your face, her eyes full of love.

“I love you too, baby.”

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Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

After years of work you got signed to a major horror movie studio,throwing your name into the spotlight. And quickly tossing you into multiple interviews to promote yourself and your new movie coming out. The press tour taking you almost all across the US. Including an appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. The interview was mostly about your new movie,the previous roles and the new studio you were signed to. Of course because it was Jimmy Fallon he had to keep the mood light and make jokes. During the interview, the audience was shown clips of you at various Billie eilish shows from the Hit Me Hard and Soft Tour. You had been to several shows and had the time of your life. Which was embarrassing and all you could do was just laugh.

“I’m guessing you had fun?”

“She’s just incredible” You chuckled,praising Billie.

Hours later the clips were all over the internet and your phone dinged with a message.

@ billieeilish Her name popped up,seeing that she sent you a message. 

@  billieeilish: “hey just saw you on Jimmy Fallon, you’re funny and congrats on signing to the new studio”

"Well I dabble in comedy 😉,and thanks" you added a winking emoji to emphasize the joke.

@ billieelish: "Dabble in comedy and final girl roles, apparently. your screams are iconic."

"So are your songs,I mean you saw the footage of me making a fool of myself at your concert 😂😅"

@  billieeilish: "I think you spelled 'living your best life' wrong 😂” You chuckled to yourself. 

"I guess I really did spell it wrong"

@  billieeilish: "glad you cleared that up 😂 so which song is your favorite?"

"Well I have two favorites 'You should see me in a crown' and 'lunch'"

@  billieeilish: "taste 🤌🏻 you might be the first person to not say all the good girls go to hell or something in my dms 😂"

"Or bad guy 😂"

@  billieeilish: "omg yes 😂"

"You really should consider adding copycat to the set list,if you're taking suggestions that is"

@  billieeilish: "oh, I'm always open to suggestions. 👀 I'll see what I can do. "

@  billieeilish: "You seem to be a big fan. How many of my shows have you been to?”

"Honestly I've lost track,I've been to almost every show for the past three years"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, okay, hardcore. I'm impressed. have you been to the international ones too?"

"Some,when they were close to the filming locations" you explained.

@  billieeilish: "Ah, right. acting superstar, I forgot 😂 what's it like filming horror movies? I bet it's nerve-wracking"

"Not really,it wears off after a while and you lose the 'scared' part of it. You gotta learn to fake being scared really well" you explained further.

@  billieeilish: "You're a great actress then, because you looked terrified in The long night"

"Let you in on a little secret,that shot was filmed like 13 different times and they went with one of the later takes. Meaning that terrified look and scream was entirely fake,at that point I had been screaming all day but no one can tell"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, respect. all that screaming, and you still look amazing 😂 I'd be a mess. you probably have a killer throat game" You chuckled.

"So I've been told but don't expect me to sing. You heard how horribly off key I was,but if you ever need someone to scream or something like that,you know the right person 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Well, if I ever need a scream queen, I know who to call. and don't worry, off-key is the new in. You'll start a trend 😂"

"Sureeee" you spelt it in a way that showed you were being sarcastic. "Whatever you say Billie"

@  billieeilish: "don't mock me. I'm a very influential person. I can totally change trends with one flick of my pretty hand 😂"

"I don't doubt that" you smirked but she of course couldn't see it.

@  billieeilish: "good, you shouldn't doubt me. I'm always right. just ask my best friend Zoe, she'll confirm it 😂" You chuckled,before texting back.

"I don't think I need someone to confirm it,I already believe you. Unfortunately I'm gonna have to let you go,I have a premiere tomorrow and if I show up one more time with dark circles under my eyes from staying up all night the makeup team is not gonna be happy with me"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, alright. Gotta let my new fan rest. Can't have those circles under your eyes ruining that perfect look 😉  have fun at the premiere, darling. Break a leg"

"You too,and get some sleep because I know for a fact you have a show tomorrow"

@  billieeilish: "oh, so you're keeping tabs on me now? 👀 I'm honored, really. and yeah, you caught me. I have a show tomorrow. but I'll be sure to rest up so I can give my best performance for my number one fan ;)"

"Oh,I'm not gonna be there,with the premiere the time just won't work out. But I know you'll do great"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, that's a bummer. I was definitely looking forward to seeing you there. But I get it, the timing sucks. At least you'll be there in spirit 😂 and don't worry, I'll make sure to put on a show worthy of you, even if you won't be in the audience. I'll pretend you're there watching, front row, screaming for me"

"Good night,Billie 💚"

@  billieeilish: "Goodnight, darling. Sweet dreams. can't wait to chat again"

The next day you sent her a few photos as you got ready with the makeup team.

@  billieeilish: "wow, looking absolutely radiant! The makeup team works miracles. I'm jealous, all I have to do is wake up and get dressed 😂"

"You're the lucky one here,I had to be up at five am for this. I wish I could just get up,get dressed and head out 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Ugh, five in the morning? brutal. I don't envy that. I'm already exhausted just thinking about it. but hey, at least you get to wear a gorgeous dress and walk the red carpet. I just get to run around on stage for two hours 😂"

"I'd still rather be there watching you than the red carpet"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, you flatter me. but really, don't underestimate the power of a red carpet moment. I've seen those photos, your fans go absolutely crazy over you. I'm jealous of that 😉"

"I gotta go,they're calling for me. Good luck with your show 💚"

@  billieeilish: "alright, break a leg out there! I'll be thinking of you while I'm onstage.Have fun ❤️" You got to the red carpet and took photos,did some interviews which consisted of questions about the movie and filming before you headed inside.

@  billieeilish: "How's the premiere going? I bet you're absolutely killing it on the red carpet. I wish I could be there to cheer you on"  You sent her a photo from the red carpet. 

"It's going pretty well although I still wish I was at your show instead"

@  billieeilish: "Wow, you look stunning! they could totally use that photo as a movie still. And aww, I wish you were at the show too. But know that I'm thinking about you every time I sing. Maybe I'll even dedicate a song to you 😉"

"Really,which one?"

@  billieeilish: "hmmm, let's see... I'll let it be a surprise 😉 But trust me, it'll be one you'll love. You have great taste in my music, after all. I hope you're settling in for the movie now, but I gotta get ready for mine. Talk to you later, darling" As soon as everyone got into the theater to watch the movie you snuck off,changing your shoes so you weren't wearing heels. You made your way over to her show,already having a ticket that you bought months before. You walked in and heard her singing. You listen closely to see which song it was. Billie was on stage, performing with infectious energy, and the audience roared in approval. The song she chose was ‘Happier Than Ever.’ Soon you were screaming the lyrics with her,but begin cautious to not be too loud. As the song ended, Billie took a moment to catch her breath. The crowd cheered on, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline from the performance. She spotted you and shot a subtle smirk your way, clearly enjoying the fact that you were there. You smiled back at her,clearly overdressed for one of her concerts. You saw her chuckling,probably at how overdressed you were. As the concert continued, Billie continued singing, her eyes occasionally darting back to you, You continued to sing along with her,knowing every single word. As the concert reached its climax, the energy reached its peak. The crowd was electric, and you were right in the middle of it all, singing and dancing like you were the biggest fan. After the final song had ended and the lights went down, the crowd erupted into applause, and Billie's adrenaline was pumping. But as the audience began to file out, she looked around for you, realizing you were gone. A mix of disappointment and curiosity filled her mind.

"Sorry about running off,I had to get back in time for the after party so they wouldn't know I snuck off. I wish I could've talked to you but I had to be fast" You were gone but you did leave a message. "And your performance was absolutely fantastic," you added. You arrived back at your hotel room, kicking off your heels and collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of exhaustion. The after-party had been fun, but all you could think about now was how much you had enjoyed Billie's concert and the stolen moment with her. You were in the middle of washing your makeup off when you noticed tweets popping up with your name, mentioning that you had been at the concert. Curiously, you started scrolling through the mentions and comments, reading what people were saying about your surprise appearance.

"I'm dying! Y/N at Billie's concert? This is the crossover we didn't know we needed."

"I still can't believe I saw Y/N in the audience at Billie's concert. She was jamming out like the biggest fan."

"Wait, was that Y/N I saw at Billie's concert? OMG, she's such a huge fan! #Y/NAtBillieConcert" Immediately these were followed by others confused as you were supposed to be at the premiere.

"Yeah,she had premiere tonight,she must really be a big fan to sneak off just for Billie"

"Isn't she supposed to be at the premiere of her new movie?"

"Gotta admit, that's pretty impressive. Who would skip a premiere for a concert? Only a true fan."

"Wait, what? She left the premiere for Billie's concert? That's some serious dedication." You couldn't help but laugh at the confusion on Twitter as people started speculating about your whereabouts. And less than an hour the news outlets had picked up on the story,swarming with headlines such as.

@ EntertainmentWeekly: "Y/N Caught at Billie Eilish Concert: A Night to Remember!"

@ E!News: "Y/N Spotted at Billie Eilish Concert Amidst Premiere: A Surprising Fan Moment"

@ CelebBuzz: "Y/N’s Surprise Appearance at Billie Eilish Concert Sparks Speculations of a Romantic Connection!"

@ GossipCentral: "Y/N Skips Movie Premiere for Billie Eilish Concert: A Secret Romance?” You filled up the bathtub just as your phone dings with a message.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I see you made quite the impression on the media tonight 👀"

"Sure did,now everyone thinks we're secretly dating"

@ billieelish: "Haha, well, you know how the media is. they'll take any opportunity to spin a story. but just so you know, I'm not complaining about being associated with you like that 😉"

"They'll take anything,huh?"

@ billieelish: "Oh, absolutely. they're like sharks, circling any piece of drama or gossip they can find. but honestly, I wouldn't mind the media thinking we're secretly dating. could be worse, right?😏"

"It's pretty funny too,maybe you should come with me to the next premiere?" You suggested.

@ billieelish: "Haha, you know what? maybe I will. it'd give the media something to really talk about, right? and I have to admit, I wouldn't mind being your date to a premiere 😉"

"In that case I'll text you the details once I get them"

@ billieelish: "Perfect, I'll be looking forward to seeing you again and giving the media even more to write about 😉”

A few days passed and you talked less,mostly because you were both busy. You doing promotions for your next movie and she was filming for a music video,but she was stumped on one thing. The music video needed a princess of sorts to tie in with the song about how someone and their life looks like a fairytale. She just couldn't figure out who should play the princess,every actress didn't give the look in her eyes that she wanted. She was quickly running out of hope,having gone through a big amount of the actresses that auditioned.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I know this might be a bit random, but I've been stuck on something and I was hoping you could help me out. Can I ask you a favor?"

"I'll see what I can do,so what do you need help with?"

@ billieelish: "Well, I'm filming a music video, and I'm having trouble finding the right actress to play this princess role. I know it's probably a long shot, but I was wondering if you'd be open to trying out for it? I think you'd be perfect for the part."

"Sure,I could give it a try"

@ billieelish: "Really? That's amazing! Honestly, I was a little worried you might think it's a crazy idea, but I'm so glad you're game for it. When would you be free to come down to the set and give it a shot?"

"I have one more interview,so send me the details and I'll be there in one hour maximum"

@ billieelish: "Awesome, I'll have my team send you the address and any other necessary details. And don't worry, the scene is pretty simple. You just need to look pretty and act like a princess."😏

"Lucky for me I'm pretty good at that" you jokingly typed back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, I have no doubt about that. I've seen your red carpet looks, you totally dress the part of a princess. can't wait to see you in action 😉"

one hour later

When you arrived at the set, you noticed that the crew were already preparing for the shoot. Billie was in the corner, looking over the scene. She noticed you and quickly walked over.

"Hey, glad you could make it. ready to give this princess thing a shot?" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Sure,now what should I do?" You looked around,trying to deduce what the scene was about.

"Well, we're shooting a scene in the forest. We want to capture the whole fairytale vibe, so I think we're going for a soft, almost floating kind of walk. you know, like a princess walking through the woods, lost in her own world." Hours passed as you filmed,the last scene was her laying on your lap as she sang.

Days later you were back on the set of your movie when you got a notification of a money transfer from Billie with a note that said “Thanks princess” Your eyebrows raised, and a small smile played on your lips, realizing that Billie had sent payment for you appearing in her music video.

"You know that's way too much,it wasn't that many hours" you texted her.

The one thing about it was,it was too much for that few hours of filming.

@ billieelish: "lol, don't worry about it. I wanted to make sure I paid you well for your time and the amazing job you did. consider it a bonus for being the perfect princess 😉"

"Okay,sugar daddy," you joked back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, sugar daddy? I like the sound of that 😉 but seriously, I just wanted to show my appreciation, and I think you deserve it. so consider it a thank you gift from your favorite musician 😉" A few hours later you had finished filming for the day,the music video was released and you sat down to see what people were saying. You scrolled through your phone, checking social media to see how fans reacted to the video. Comments were rolling in, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive. People were going nuts over your appearance and some even speculated about your relationship with Billie. Comments like 

"OMG, the princess is a literal goddess! Who is she?"

"Billie and the princess are giving us major fairytale vibes"

"The way Billie looks at her 😍" filled the comment section. Fans also took notice of the fact that the music video had a more light and cheerful tone than her usual dark and somewhat depressing tone. 

"The chemistry between Billie and the princess is off the charts!"

"I think the princess is the reason for the happier vibe. There's something about her that really brings a smile to my face."

"Is it just me or does this music video feel different than Billie's usual ones? It's so light and cheerful!"

"The princess, the lighting, the vibes—this music video is perfect. it feels like a whole new side of Billie we haven't seen before."

"I don't know what it is about the princess, but she really makes this music video. The chemistry between her and Billie is unreal."

"I've never seen Billie look at someone the way she looks at the princess. there has to be some real-life chemistry there! the tension is insane."

And the comments continued as you took her to your premiere as your plus one. The fans went wild on social media after seeing photos of you and Billie together at the premiere. The hashtag "billieandprincess" started trending, and the speculation about your relationship reached new heights.

"Omg, did you see that look in Billie's eyes when the princess walked down the red carpet? pure love. I can't handle it." 

"Billie and the princess are owning this red carpet. seriously, they're giving us goals #billieandprincess"

"I can't believe they came as each others' dates! they look so cute together.”

"The chemistry is off the charts. I can't stop staring at their pictures. this has to be more than just a friendly outing, right?" 

“The way they're posing together is everything. I'm officially on the 'billieandprincess' train. this is the ship I didn't know I needed."  It was clear the fans wanted you together and that wasn't helped by her continuing to have you in music videos,playing various characters but always close to her.

"I'm fully convinced they're secretly dating. who else gets to be in this many music videos with an artist like Billie?"

"I can't believe they're in another music video together! every time they team up, the chemistry is just unreal." The idea that you were secretly dating quickly made its way out of the fans and reached the headlines in newspapers and magazines.

@ PopCultureInsider: "The latest scoop: are Billie Eilish and her onscreen princess truly an item? read more here to find out!"

@ TrendingNow: "Billie Eilish's latest music video sparks romance rumors with mystery actress. Could this be the real deal?" With both of you not confirming or denying it,which only served to make them speculate more.

You were both at her place,she had invited you over to watch a movie. You had a couple of drinks before she started talking.

"So, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about... about us." she paused, her eyes searching yours. "You know how the media's been going crazy with all the speculation and rumors about us, right?"

"You wanna tell them that we're just friends?" You asked.

"No, that's not exactly what I was thinking." Billie shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. You moved closer to her,her hand quickly moved to your waist.

"If we do..." you couldn't think of what to say,the alcohol clouding your mind.Billie's hand on your waist sent a shiver down your spine, and the alcohol in your veins made your heart pound faster. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the proximity was making it hard to think clearly. She leaned closer, her face just inches from yours, her eyes fixated on your lips.

"If we do..." she repeated your words, her voice barely above a whisper. You leaned closer and kissed her,your hand moving into her hair and she pulled you into her lap. With a soft moan, she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking yours. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the moment, the taste of her and the intoxicating heat of her body against yours. You ran your hands through her hair, holding her close, your body trembling with anticipation. The room was filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and soft moans, a symphony of pleasure that only fueled the fire between you. Only for the moment to be interrupted by someone's voice. 

"Well, this is... unexpected." Just as things were getting even more heated, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment. You both turned to see Billie's brother, Finneas, standing at the doorway, his eyes widened with surprise. "Looks like I interrupted something." He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the two of you, still cuddled closely together on the couch. His playful tone was evident as he spoke. Billie's voice was filled with embarrassment.

"Finneas, hey... um, you're home early."

"Sorry, didn't realize this was a private party." Finneas chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Oh, shut up. Don't you knock first?" she retorted.

"Oh, my bad. I'll make sure to wait for an invitation next time."

"Well, you just ruined the mood." You couldn't help but smile at their banter despite the initial embarrassment. Finneas's easy-going nature made the moment less tense as he leaned against the doorframe. He grabbed something and left,but not without some remark.

"Oh, and just remember kids, protection is important." Billie tossed a cushion towards him, which he dodged. "Thanks, we'll keep that in mind. Any more sage advice, oh wise one?"

“Hey, just lookin' out for you two lovebirds! Safety first, remember!" You and Billie exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. Finneas had a knack for lightening the mood, and his playful banter eased the embarrassment you both were feeling. She tossed another pillow his way.

"We get it, we get it! Now, can we get back to our moment, please?" Finneas ducked out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the pillow. He smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. He turned his back and you tossed a pillow his way,this one hit him.

"Hey, that was a cheap shot!"

"Maybe now you'll think twice before interrupting next time." Billie was clearly finding it fun that you stood with her,despite your moment having been ruined. He scurried off,leaving her looking up at you as her hands held your hips still.

"Where were we again?" Billie looked up at you, a mixture of desire and affection dancing in her eyes. Her hands remained on your hips, a possessive touch.

"I don't know,the shock sobered me up" you got off her and stood up. "I could use a shot of something"

"Yeah, Finneas has that effect on people. Always pops up at the most inconvenient times." You both moved to the kitchen. "As for that shot you need, what's your poison?"

"Something strong"

"How's a shot of good old whiskey sound? It'll definitely kickstart your mood." You both downed the shots,the whiskey burning on its way down. She set the empty shot glass on the counter with a soft clink, her gaze fixed on you, a mixture of desire and anticipation in her eyes.

"So we're doing this?" you gestured between you two.

"Unless you've changed your mind." She took a step closer to you, the space between you growing smaller with each moment. Her hand found your hip again, drawing you in even closer, the heat of your bodies meeting.

"I haven't" you moved closer,pressing yourself against her. You picked her up and set her down on the counter. Sitting there, she looked up at you, her gaze dark with desire and a hint of mischief. Your hands moved up her thighs to her waist as you kissed her.Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer as she deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping her as her desires heightened.

"Maybe you should write a song about me," you teased,trailing your hand between her thighs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being the subject of my next hit single." She looked up at you with a playful look, biting her lower lip as your touch sent sparks of pleasure through her. Trying to keep her voice even, she responded, her tone both amused and slightly breathless. You pulled her right to the edge,right up against you.

"Doesn't your princess deserve a song?" You knew what you were doing,playing with her.

"Oh, does my princess want a song all to herself?" She wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms looping around your shoulders as she looked up at you, a mix of playfulness and lust in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her words a playful challenge. You kissed her neck.

"What do you think?" It was a sarcastic question,one that didn't demand an answer.

"Maybe I do... maybe I want a whole album."

"Really now? Tell me more" you bit her neck,making her moan. "Make that album and I promise I'll give you the best night of your life" you whispered,moving your hands underneath her oversized t-shirt.

"You'd better keep that promise." You moved to pull off her shorts,moving to whisper. 

"Oh,I will" you spread her legs,your fingers hooked her panties and pulled them off. "I'm keeping these,I hope you don't miss them too much. And if you need more 'inspiration' call me"

"Trust me, I'll remember this for future inspiration. But I think you might need to give me something in return." Her panties had a massive wet spot,clearly she was enjoying this. You unzipped your top to show your chest as you leaned closer. She bit her lip, trying to control the wave of arousal that coursed through her at the sight. 

"That's a pretty good exchange... but is it enough to inspire a whole album?"

"Then touch them" you smirked

"Giving me instructions now, are you? I should've known you'd be the bossy type." Her hands slowly traced your skin.

"You should watch that pretty mouth,it'll get you in lots of trouble" your lips glistened with your lipgloss which had somehow stayed despite everything.

"And what if I like trouble? What if I want my pretty mouth to get me into some fun situations?" Your hand brushed against the inside of her thigh,before two fingers plunged into her. Your fingers slipping in so easily. 

"God,you're so wet for me"

"Y-You have that effect on me... It's incredible..." Her body arched into your touch at your words, a soft moan escaping her lips."Really" You pulled your fingers out and licked them. She whined and whimpered the second you pulled your fingers out. "Please... I need more, don't tease me like this" You smirked,knowing you had her at your mercy. You moved her body,putting her feet on the counter which made her spread her legs wide. Letting you see her fully as you drew lines from her ankle to her inner thigh. You took her hand and placed it between her legs. 

"Now,show me how you've touched yourself." You smirked,your hand covering hers. She moved her hand,circling her clit, her breath shallow and quick. "How many times have you done this,pretended,wished it was my hand?" You whispered into her ear. She let out a shuddering exhale as your words washed over her, the sound of them sending chills down her spine. Your free hand moved to her chest,softly squeezing as you kissed her collarbones and neck. You kissed her cheek,your hand moving hers in quicker circles. Her back arched and she moaned loudly. It didn’t take long at all for her to cum with your touch,you took over and let her ride it out as long as she could. “That’s it,good girl.”

Months later she had finished the album and was working on a music video with you. This one was completely sexual and you played along perfectly. One scene was her scribbling the word 'mine' all over you. Pretty much confirming your relationship to the media. You both knew that this moment was more than just a scene for the music video. It was a statement to the world that you belonged to each other. You were covered in the word and decided to post a photo to your Instagram,with the caption 'I think they got the message 💚' and tagged her on one of the 'mine' she had written on your skin. 

[stalemidnight]

Blackout Drunk

Billie x fem!reader (again, vague enough to be nonbinary etc)

A/n - more of an experiment (in the loosest sense of the word) than anything. this is a phone call, btw. it's not immediately clear.

Content warning - drunkenness, toxic!Reader, possible post-break up emotional manipulation, swearing, maybe more i missed

>>Hey Billie you there?

                  <<Yeah. I’m here.

                  >>I miss you.

                  <<I know.

                  >>Do you miss me?

                  <<Have you been drinking?

                  >>…yeah.

                  <<Where are you?

                  >>At, with some friends. Why?

                  <<Do you have a ride home?

                  >>Yeah. Of course. Yeah. I do. I’m gonna, uhm, Uber home. …yeah

                  <<By yourself? It’s late…

                  >>No, no. Me and Linds, we’re gonna share one. An Uberrrrr. Home.

                  <<You’re drunk.

                  >>Just a little. Nothing serious.

                  <<Where are you? At the bar? The Rooster?

                  >>I’m fine. It’s fine.

                  <<If you say so…

                  >>Well I do, so…

                  <<…

                  >>Are you mad at me?

                  <<No. I’m not mad at you.

                  >>I don’t need you to pick me up.

                  <<I know.

                  >>That’s not why I called.

                  <<I know.

                  >>I really do miss you.

                  <<Mhm.

                  >>Do you miss me?

                  <<…

                  >>…

                  >>Are you still there?

                  <<Yes I’m still here.

                  >>Do you miss me?

                  <<Yeah, princess. I miss you.

                  >>You called me ‘princess'! I miss hearing that.

                  <<I know.

                  >>Can you come pick me up, please?

                  <<I thought you were getting an Uber.

                  >>I don’t want to get an Uber. I want you.

                  <<What about Lindsay?

                  >>She already left.

                  <<She left you?

                  >>It’s fine. I told her I had a ride.

                  <<Princess…

                  >>I really, really missed hearing that…

                  <<This isn’t fair.

                  >>What isn’t fair?

                  <<You callin’ me like this, drunk and begging me to come pick you up from the Rooster. This is…I can’t keep doing this.

                  >>I knowww. I’m sorry, I swear. Last time. I won’t ever call you again, I promise. Please just come pick me up? I don’t wanna be alone right now.

                  <<You shoulda left with Lindsay.

                  >>I wanted you.

                  <<I know.

                  >>Do you want me too?

                  <<This isn’t fair...

                  >>I know. And I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.

                  <<I’m not mad.

                  >>But you’re not happy either.

                  <<I’m tired.

                  >>Sorry. I’ll, I’m gonna call an Uber. I shouldn’t have called you. You’re right. This is unfair to you. I’m such an asshole. Fuck. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I won’t bother you again. Ever. Promise. Just, please don’t be mad. Please…

                  <<You’re not bothering me, princess.

                  >>You don’t have to keep calling me that if you don’t mean it.

                  <<I always mean it, princess.

                  >>Are you smiling right now?

                  <<Damn. How the fuck did you know that?

                  >>I can tell. Your voice squeaks when you’re all smiley. It’s adorable. I always loved that about you…sorry. I’m drunk and yapping like an idiot. I’ll let ya go.

                  <<Are you at the Rooster?

                  >>…yeah

                  <<I’ll be there soon, probably like…fifteen minutes? Twenty, tops. Drink some water, princess.

                  >>You’re the fuckin’ best, angel.

                  <<…

                  >>…hello? Are you still there?

                  <<Yeah. I’m here. Just, I really missed hearing that.

                  >>You did?!

                  <<Mhm.

                  >>Billie…

                  <<…yeah?

                  >>Will you stay on the phone with me? Until you get here? You don’t have to…

                  <<Sure. On one condition.

                  >>Whuzzat.

                  <<Drink some fuckin’ water.

                  >>You’re funnyyyy!

                  <<Princess…

                  >>Okay, okay! I already ordered one, jeezus.

                  <<Oki. Good. I’ll see ya soon.

                  >>Hey, Billie.

                  <<Hm?

                  >>Thank you.

                  <<No problem. Anything for my princess.

[pinkslipxox]

imprinted hearts part 2 with softtop!billie?

as you wish, baby! Hope you like it ❤️🥰 the link for Imprinted Hearts can be found here

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You and Billie lie on a soft blanket spread beneath a tapestry of stars, the moon casting a silvery glow over everything. The night is quiet, punctuated only by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant sounds of the night creatures stirring. Euphoria bubbles in your chest as you lean closer against Billie, feeling safe and cherished in her embrace.

As you share a thermos of soothing herbal tea, you and Billie engage in conversation and laughter. She even points out the constellations, her ocean blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she tells you what she knows about the stories behind them. Yet as you listen to her, you know the most beautiful story of all is the one that is happening right in the middle of the vast, pinewood forest.

Billie plants soft kisses on your forehead, your eyes fluttering closed as she travels down to your neck, a spot that you have come to love during your time together. She’s always gentle with you, ensuring your comfort above all else. Tonight she has taken you out to watch the stars. It is beautiful, of course, but nothing compares to the beauty that is your Billie. You can’t help but steal another glance at her, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her lovely features.

“Like what you see, Y/N?” she teases, her lips curling into a smile, and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Get over yourself, wolfie,” you giggle, earning a mock-dramatic gasp from Billie, who feigns offense as she puts her hand over her heart.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice,” Billie chuckles as she pulls you closer, her warmth engulfing you like a cocoon. She kisses your lips, letting them linger there for a moment. “But I still love you. Very much.” Her voice is soft now, almost a whisper.

“I love you, too, Billie,” you murmur and lean in for another kiss. It is gentle at first, soft and sweet, and Billie deepens the kiss, each movement gentle yet filled with passion. Her warm tongue massages yours, making a soft sigh escape your lips. You lose yourself in her warmth, the strong yet gentle embrace wrapping around you, making you feel safe and adored.

Feeling a surge of affection, you lean in closer, placing sweet kisses along Billie’s collarbone, inhaling the scent of sweet vanilla that lingers on her. Her soft moans and sighs are like music to your ears, and you can’t help but feel a surge of pride knowing that you are the one that is making her feel good, that you are the one that she’s chosen. You feel the desire and urgency course through your veins, and you know that Billie feels it, too.

Your girlfriend pulls back slightly, her breath warm against your skin as she gazes into your eyes. Her eyes have gotten darker, more dilated with lust and love. She’s holding back, you know it, but all you want right now is to do nothing but express your love to her. As if to read your mind, Billie sighs softly and entwines her fingers with yours in a comforting gesture.

“Y/N…” Billie starts, her voice a mixture of desire and concern as she gently tilts your chin up to look into your eyes. “Are you sure, my love? It’s just that.. mating… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your heart swells at her words. You long for the passion that burns between you. Billie has had reservations when it comes to intimacy such as this, her fears of hurting you holding her back from showing you just how deeply she loves you.

“I want you, Billie. I love you more than anything,” you confess, feeling vulnerable yet utterly safe. You love Billie more than anything, and you can’t think of a better way to show her.

Billie searches your eyes for a moment, and you see nothing but love in them. Then, with a small nod of her head, Billie says, “Alright, then, my love. We’ll mate… right here, right now. Unless you want to—“

Her words are stifled as you kiss her lips again, deeply, passionately, your tongue gliding deliciously against hers. Billie’s hands roam over your curves, her touch fervent yet reverent, and you melt into her, fingers winding in her hair as you deepen the kiss, your bodies pressing together, igniting the night air with the fervor of your love. Your girlfriend pulls away slightly, her fingers toying with your shirt, and at your nod of approval, it is taken off. And so is your bra.

“Billie…” you sigh blissfully, tilting your head to let her have better access to your collarbone, her kisses trailing sweetly against your skin. She travels down to the delicate swell of your breasts, nipping at the skin there just enough to give you a pleasurable sting. You slowly lay yourself down on the blanket, letting the heat of the moment consume you. Billie latches on your nipple, her tongue dancing sensitive on your skin oh-so-heavenly.

“Mmm,” Billie hums, the vibrations sending a delight shiver down your spine. The ache between your legs becomes harder and harder to ignore. You need her— badly.

“Please, Bills…” you breathe, and for a moment you don’t recognize your own voice. It is breathy, and laced with longing and desire. Billie continues her gentle ministrations, driven by your vocalizations.

“Y/N…” Billie’s lips kiss down your stomach, her hands cradling your clothed hips, firmly, gently. The anticipation gets to you as she plants kisses on your waistline, her tongue quickly swiping the spot where she kissed, and you can’t help but whine impatiently.

“Billie… I need you…” you half-whimper, half-beg, and she chuckles, the sound deep and warm.

“I got you, baby,” she coos, her voice sending heat coursing through you as she continues to take her sweet time with you. To your relief, you don’t wait long. Billie asks to remove your trousers, and they are off the moment you grant her permission. The cool air hits your wet, aching core as Billie slowly slides your panties down. You’ve never been so exposed before, but with Billie, you feel safe, respected, and cherished despite the intense intimacy of this moment. Your girlfriend moves to your thighs, and your breath hitches as you realize what is about to happen.

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” Billie whispers, her voice husky and gentle. When you nod, Billie prompts, “Tell me, Y/N.”

“I’m ready,” you confirm, and with that, Billie disappears between your thighs. You feel her warm tongue press flat against your pussy, and the gasp that you let out quickly replaces into a series of moans. Her tongue dances against you with expert precision, her mouth exploring your core in a way that seems almost ravenous.

“Billie, oh…” you moan, your voice a blend of desperation and pleasure. Every flick of her tongue, every gentle pull of her lips has you squirming beneath her, craving more. She focuses more on your clit, gently sucking and swirling her tongue, making your brain a foggy haze. You instinctively reach down, grabbing the back of her neck, drawing her deeper to your core.

You feel Billie smirk against your skin, and you feel a delightful knot form in your tummy. You’re so close that you can almost taste it. The inner goddess inside you celebrates, the pleasure crashing down on you in blissful waves. You cry out as you come undone yet Billie doesn’t stop until she’s had every last drop of your sweetness. Billie comes up and kisses your lips, and you can’t help but moan at the lingering taste of your arousal.

“We can stop if you want. Or we can keep going. Whatever you want, my girl,” Billie murmurs softly as she caresses your cheek.

“More, Billie… please.” You don’t care how desperate you sound. The last thing you want to do is stop.

Your girlfriend chuckles. “As you wish, my beautiful mate.”

You watch as she removes her hoodie, then her trousers. And a new wave of anticipation and excitement washes over you as you eye her strap. With a mischievous yet loving glint, Billie is gentle as she pushes your legs apart, positioning herself in between, limbs entwined and her heart aligned with yours. A gasp escapes your lips as she slips inside you, a perfect fit that sends pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Billie…” you half-moan, half-whimper as new sensations pulse through your entire being, the pleasure a delightful wave of warmth. Time seems to stop, the world feels as if it has stopped spinning. You feel the connection with this magnificent creature grow, strong and palpable. All you can think, feel, breathe is Billie.

“Are you okay, mama?” Billie checks in, her voice thick with affection, desire, and concern. She brushes a strand of your hair back, her feather-light touch comforting and reassuring.

“I-I’m okay,” you assure her, and Billie plants kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and lips in an effort to comfort you. As Billie whispers assurances in your ear, you feel the foreign feeling wash away, and it is replaced by pleasure as if by magic.

“Can I move, doll?” Billie asks, and you nod, wrapping your legs around her waist. She starts slowly at first, her loving gaze searching your face for any signs of discomfort, and at your request, she thrusts faster. You grip the blanket, letting the sensations consume you.

“You are beautiful,” Billie murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. “You feel so good, my love.”

Your response comes out in a symphony of soft moans and gasps, each sound urging Billie on. Her touch is gentle yet dominant, every action filled with purpose and love. The sweet friction amplifies the heat pooling your core, each movement more pleasurable than the last. You feel her, all of her, and it feels so fucking good.

“I can feel you…” Billie’s voice is tender and husky, placing her hand just below your belly button. “Right here.” The bulge— her bulge— is prominent, and you feel it there, and despite how erotic it is, you love it.

“Billie!” you cry out, your back arching as you surrender to her completely. You feel yourself nearing that sweet release, a thrill igniting deep within you. You find yourself begging, “More, Billie, please!” as you get lost in the sensation as she quickens her pace, gripping your hips tighter, guiding you through the waves of pleasure. The sounds of the forest are drowned out by your moans and Billie’s grunts, each moment diving you deeper into the depths of each other’s desires.

With one final, delicious thrust, your body surrenders to a sweet, electrifying release that leaves you calling out Billie’s name like a chant and your legs trembling. Billie cradles you carefully in her arms, whispering sweet nothings and promises of love as the waves of pleasure subsides. As the moon and stars as your witness, you and Billie seal your bond, sacred and true, werewolf and mate for life. The world outside fades into nothingness, and all that matters is this moment—the love and trust that exists between you two. And in this moment, you know you are exactly in the place you need to be.

[prettyshittywriting]

surprising billie on tour and eating her like lunch😋 (not really this is just fluffy and cute! it was originally meant to be smut but I noticed how bad I am at smut so fluff it is)

billie eilish x fem reader

You and Billie had been dating for a few years, and everything had been going great. Recently, her tour had started, and you’d been seeing her less and less. You were obviously a bit butthurt, but you couldn’t blame her. She had even offered for you to come with her, but due to complications with your job, you couldn't get time off.

Little did she know, you had finally gotten a few weeks off and could surprise her after a month apart. A month wasn’t that long, but after being used to seeing each other every day, it was definitely a change. Instead of telling her, you thought it would be more fun to just show up.

After confirming with her team and getting her hotel room number, you got on a plane and set off to see your girlfriend who you dearly missed. A few hours later, you landed in the country where she was touring, grabbed a cab, and made your way to her hotel. You knew she had about an hour before she would be back from her concert.

Once you got into her room, you slipped into the sluttiest lingerie you could find—something that left virtually nothing to the imagination. You lit a few candles and ran a bath for her, assuming she’d be exhausted after performing. Then, as you were scrolling on your phone, you heard the door open.

There she was.

She was shocked but immediately lit up with excitement. You didn’t waste a second before running up and jumping into her arms. She laughed, holding you tight, her voice breathless as she tried to process your surprise.

“How are you here?” she asked, her eyes flickering between your face and, well, everywhere else that was exposed.

You barely had time to answer before she was guiding you both toward the bed, pulling you close and kissing you like she’d been starving for your touch. Her hands explored every inch of you, her lips trailing soft kisses down your jaw as you shivered beneath her touch.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” she whispered against your neck, her breath warm and full of longing.

You smiled, cupping her face and gently tilting her head up so you could look into her deep, ocean-blue eyes. “I missed you too, beautiful. So much.” you murmured, brushing your thumb over her cheek. “But I know you’re tired, and I ran you a bath. Why don’t you relax first?”

She groaned, burying her face in your neck dramatically. “But you look so fucking good right now. ” she whined, her fingers drawing lazy circles on your hips.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And I’ll still be here after your bath, I promise. Let me take care of you, Bils.”

She pouted but finally gave in, her exhaustion winning over her stubbornness. With a deep sigh, she pulled back and nodded. “Fine, but only if you come with me.”

You smirked, taking her hands and guiding her toward the bathroom. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you both slipped into the warm water, she immediately pulled you into her arms, resting her head on your shoulder with a content sigh. “This is perfect.” she murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone.

You smiled, running your fingers through her damp hair. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

She tightened her arms around you, her voice soft and full of love. “You always know exactly what I need.”

And in that moment, wrapped up in each other, the distance didn’t matter anymore. Because you were finally home.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆yall wtv this is ass honestly I started the smut version while listening to lunch but my friend called it corny so I just did this but this is still bad😭😭

☆anyway hope you still somehow enjoy

☆feel free 2 leave requests!! (please I'm bored out of my mind and idk what 2 write!!)