#billie x fem reader

[gracie-eilish]

💍thinking about thoughtfulness…

“go sit together so you can open some gifts!” your mom called out, pointing towards where billie was setting two chairs next to each other near the front of the room.

you looked up to see billie looking over at you with a soft smile, already sat on a chair.

c’mere!!! she seemed to say, waving you over excitedly with a goofy look on her face until you made your way over to sit.

your person of honor sat off to the side, ready to take down names and gifts in a list for thank you notes billie was sure you’d hand write in a few days.

in between gifts, she’d press a kiss to your cheek or temple. acknowledging the cute excitement you had as you both opened up… well.. pots and pans, dishes, a steamer, some towels.. an air fryer… regular wedding registry things. with of course some sweet bridal/wedding themed gifts mixed in between.

until you reached the last one. tucked away behind all the other ones, in a pretty decorated bag. gold embellishments on it making it seem bridal.

it was a cute assortment of gifts. matching jewelry trays for both of your rings to sit in at night, cheesy matching mrs. and mrs. mugs and tea towels, a gold decorated photo frame for assumingely a wedding photo to soon reside, and a small velvet box at the bottom.

billie subtly let you take the bag into your lap, to reach down to grab the box, watching you with a loving eye. you set the bag aside and leaned over to open it with billie.

inside resided a ring. not just any ring. the ring. the one you had dreamt up in your head, combining pinterest photos, and wedding magazine clippings, customizing the ring you wanted.

and there it was staring back at you. and it was real. not some dream.

billie sat back in her chair a bit, happily smirking at you. you both had proposed to each other without rings on a whim, caught up in emotion and love and longing, not bothering to wait for rings or rose petals or candles. just wanting each other.

“you like it baby?” billie purred, her arm wrapping around the back of your chair as you looked up at her with wide glassy eyes.

“what is it?” someone called out curiously.

“it’s their ring.” billie replied proudly, eyes not leaving yours. your friends and family all melted. everyone knew you guys didn’t propose with rings, and all assumed you’d both just go to the jewelry store and pick out rings together. so this was a total surprise that she had it ready to go for your wedding shower.

“billie i.. i don’t know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything. just let me put it on your pretty little finger.”

and you did.

it slipped on like a dream. you couldn’t get over how she remembered every detail perfectly. the stone, the cut, the carats, the sizing, the band, the color…

as you lay together in bed that night, you snuggled up to her side and let your left hand rest on her chest, allowing the diamond to sparkle in the moonlight.

“did you really buy us all that cheesy matching crap just to surprise me with my ring today?” you asked, a wide smile growing on your face.

“um excuse me, i don’t think they’re crap if the towels are already hanging in the kitchen missy,” she teased scrunching her nose at your sheepish smile. “and yes, yes i did buy a bunch of matching crap just to surprise you.” both of you burst into giggles.

“well it’s perfect billie. i can’t get over how you remembered everything.”

she just smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “i wouldn’t dream of buying you anything else baby. i mean, this is literally you in a ring.”

she took your hand softly, leaving delicate kisses on your knuckles.

“this is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever worn.” she whispered, fingers still entwined, running her thumb over your hand, making you blush furiously.

“and i can’t wait to marry you my love.”

i’m not back yet. just couldn’t get this idea out of my head:)

[billieskitty]

— she could lowk destroy me ngl

[svelish]

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ text convos if Billie was your girlfriend . . . Pt. 2

(I love hate making these)

[vharperr]

your camera roll if you were dating billie eilish

hi chat i'm back 😇

[chrishme]

Amazing | Billie Eilish x fem!reader

summary: you comfort billie after her recent loss at the grammies.

warning: crying, that’s it. pure fluff other than that.

a/n: i know this is really really short but this is how i cope lmao my poor girl deserved so much better :(

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You were heartbroken, to say the least. Watching your girlfriend cry at the Grammies wasn't on your 2025 bingo card, and your heart ached for her. The night was magical at first, with you and Billie posing for camera's on the red carpet, both of you backstage getting ready for her performance, the happy smiles and quick kisses before running off onto the stage.

But every time her name wasn't called onto the stage later in the night, you can see your girlfriends smile falter more and more. Billie was a good sport however, and definitely wouldn't express her disappointment, especially with the camera's watching her every move.

The Grammies after party was nice, you and Billie danced together and managed to meet up with a few friends at the party, but you could still tell the loss from earlier that night was weighing heavy on her.

The two of you parted ways with Finneas and Claudia, Finneas making sure to give his sister an extra hug along with words of reassurance before going home. The ride up the elevator to you and Billie's shared apartment was silent, and you couldn't wait to be behind closed doors to hug and comfort her. As soon as the door to the apartment closed, you turn and she sulks into your arms, wrapping them around your waist, head on your chest.

You two stood there for a moment, and you run a hand through her hair and place a kiss on her forehead. It's not until moments later that you hear sniffles escaping from Billie, and your heart pangs at the noise.

"Bils?" You voice comes out in a whisper, trying to make her say something, anything. A moment passes by and Billie's ocean blue orbes finally meet your own. Your thumb runs over a stray tear that stains her cheek. "Are you okay?" You know it's a stupid question to ask, but you need to know what was going on in that pretty head of her's.

She nods at your words, sniffling. You bring her into you again, rubbing circles along her back. You knew she loved it when you did, and soon enough her body begins to calm against your own. "Your performance was amazing." You whisper out to her, kissing her forehead. "Thanks baby." She responds back, appreciating your efforts to make her feel better. She pulls away, and you grab her by the chin, making her look into her eyes.

"Bils, you worked so hard on this album and I know how much it meant for you to win, but just because you didn't doesn't make you or the album any less amazing."

She can tell your words are genuine by the look on your face. She manages a smile, and you can't help but mirror one back to her. She grabs your cheek and gives you a gentle kiss. You kiss back, fingers lacing in her hair. "I love you." She says, smiling against your lips. You always knew how to make her feel better. You smile back, "I love you too, Billie."

She rest her forehead against yours, breathing in your scent, finally feeling somewhat at peace for the first time that night, embraced in your arms. "Ya'know, if it were up to me, you would have won everything." You say with a smile. She smiles back at you, letting out a little laugh. "I know, baby. I know."

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[thebluediner]

a/n: my dear moot said moreee so you know I had tooo

♥ ⎋ ⏎

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙮/𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘮𝘩

➺ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨

𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 ? 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ?

➺ 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 ? 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪 𝘢𝘮

➺𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩.

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻: 𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦 🤭🤚

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭 😭😭😭😭

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀: 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤 ☠️

𝘆/𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗼: 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 🤭🤭🤭

𝘆/𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿: 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 😞

♥ ⎋ ⏎

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯

➺𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵: 𝘰𝘩

➺𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘆/𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀: 𝘢𝘩𝘩 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮 🤭

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗱: 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦�� 😏

𝘆/𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘀: 𝘺/𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 😭😭😭

𝘆/𝗻'𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮: 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 😭

[moxiipoo]

hard and soft

thinking about billie who kisses your lips softly one moment but the next moment she’s devouring you with her mouth

thinking about billie who kisses between your thighs so soft before biting and leaving tons of marks

thinking of billie and licks your sensitive clit before roughly taking the bud in her mouth with nonstop sucking till your creaming.

thinking of billie who teases your hole with her fingers softly dragging them up and down your slit before slowly slipping them inside you. she’d finger you slow before randomly changing her pace and moves her fingers fast and sucks several hickies onto your neck and chest while you moan her name over and over. once you get close to the edge though she abruptly stops all her movements causing you to whine due to the loss.

thinking of billie who make you ride the strap but she lets you go at your pace. as your bouncing up and down on her lap her hands are holding onto your waist and grabbing your ass as she sucks your tits. which comes to an end when she starts snapping her hips up inside you mercilessly causing you to loose your balance and fall onto of her, she’d have you creaming on her strap before switching the position to have your back on the bed and her on top. she’d effortlessly toss your legs over her shoulders before slipping back in and pounding you till your screaming “o-ohh shit b-billsss!! i’m g-gonna cum!!” billie would lean down (also causing your legs to touch your chest allowing her strap to fuck you even deeper) to whisper in your ear “go ahead baby cum all over me” bringing you to your nth orgasm of the night making your squirt not only all over yourself but on billie too and the bed she fucks you through your orgasm hers chasing close from the pressure of the strap on her clit. you could’ve sworn you were seeing stars with the way she was hitting your g-spot. she gives you a few more hard thrust before she’s reaching her own orgasm and grunting softly. “f-fucckkk baby.. i love this pussy so much..” she moves your face with her hand bringing you towards her lips to kiss you deeply.

billie who despite all the torturing pleasure she puts you through never fails to give you the sweetest after care like getting you all cleaned up, switching the sheets, before finally joining you in the bath and giving you a massage. she helps you walk back into her bedroom where you get all cozy in bed as she lights a vanilla scented candle. she’d crawl into bed with you sliding next to you before wrapping her arms around you and brining you in to lay on her chest. she plants soft kisses on the top of your head and on your forehead as your drifted off to sleep.

[vi-steponmeplease]

༘⋆ new year's with billie

"three... two... one... happy new year!"

the jubilant blare of party horns fills the room, mingling with the cheers and laughter of your friends. you glance up at the sky, sparkling with bright stars, as vibrant fireworks burst across the night. their dazzling colors paint the sky as their loud pops echo all around you.

finneas, your girlfriend's brother, pulls claudia into a warm embrace, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head.

you smile at the heartfelt moment, but your attention shifts as familiar arms wrap around you, drawing you into their comforting warmth. turning, you meet billie’s gaze, her eyes shimmering with affection and love.

your hands instinctively cup her face, your smile radiant as she gently squeezes your hips.

"i love you so much, pretty girl," she says, her voice soft and heartfelt. her gaze flickers to your lips before locking onto your eyes again, sincerity etched across her features. she tilts her head and leans in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss both tender and passionate, overflowing with love.

"i love you too, billie," you murmur, your cheeks beginning to ache from the uncontainable smile she brings to your face. "so, so much."

her voice drops to a gentle whisper, filled with devotion. "i can't wait to spend another year with you—and forever, baby."

"forever," you echo, your heart swelling as her words settle into your soul.

a/n: here's a little fluffy drabble cuz writer's block will not leave me be

✮ happy new year to everyone stepping into 2025! i wish you an incredible year filled with love, happiness, and joy. thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has supported me—it means the absolute world to share my writing with you and receive such positive feedback. i love you all <3

[oofmybad]

Gift Exchange

Synopsis: You and Billie have been friends for quite a few years now since you moved in across the street from her family home. You’re basically an extension of the O’Connell/Baird family since you’re an only child with absent parents, so they brought you in as one of their own. Over the years, you two have developed a romantic relationship, too. This year, you’re spending the 4th of July with her friends and family at their pool/BBQ/garden party. But you and Billie sneak away to exchange your annual 4th of July gifts - an ironic tradition that’s developed between you two over the past 5ish years.

 

Warnings: established relationship between Billie and reader, femme reader, teasing, fluff, references to smut (maybe it’s very mild smut idk), pole dancing, some nudity, reader is slightly implied to be Caribbean (Sorry if I got anything wrong, this is my first fic).

 

A/n: This is just a dream I had a couple of years ago. I still somehow remember it just as vividly. It’s pretty much just a fic about my life lol (but my dream state added Billie). Also, vibes are inspired by FKA twigs’ Cellophane music video, so there’s some pole-dancing terminology in here. I tried to keep it minimal cuz i don’t know how to explain the moves effectively other than just re-stating the name itself lol. So you may have to google a couple of things. I chopped the story off at 3.5k words cuz it was getting hella long. If anyone ends up reading this and wants the second half, pls just ask :) Ok, here we go!           

 

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You’re standing alone in the front room of Billie’s family home, looking out of the large French windows facing their front yard, holding your cup of coral-pink guava juice. It’s never quiet over here - you’ve grown tired of silence in your years living alone - but it’s especially loud today because the O’Connell family is hosting their annual 4th of July party.

***

The first time Billie invited you to this celebration, 5 years ago, you laughed mockingly at the proposition. Billie knows where you stand on American patriotism, but without you even having to say anything further, she assured you, “We’re not those kind of people,” as she used her right hand to create a ‘shoo’ motion, finishing with a blasé “tsk” from her lips. You contemplated her words for a moment, then let out a simple “ok”, a sheepish smile surfacing on your lips. You pucker your lips and pull them to the side to hopefully conceal your fluster. “What should I bring?” you ask. “Just your pretty self, " Billie replies. You playfully roll your eyes and kiss your teeth at her response. Ignoring her flirty comment, you think out loud, “Maybe I’ll make some jerk chicken to grill. You know, to counteract the whole ‘American’ thing going on. Does that work?”. Both you and Billie were raised vegetarian and then turned vegan as children, so there was no need to clarify what kind of chicken you would bring. Billie’s eyes light up as she rapidly makes tiny little claps with her hands, her rings lightly clanking against each other. “Yes! That’s my favorite that you make! Purr”. At the final word, she childishly kicks the lower half of her left leg out to make a 90º angle, while her tongue peeks out and her eyes look up at the sky. There’s a small pause as you just watch her giggling, adoring the youthful energy that runs through her. “Hold up,” Billie says, putting a hand up, suddenly serious, “Please don’t make it hella spicy like last time”. “I did not!” You protest, “Your ginger-ass brother is just weak”. Billie lets out one of her laughs, your favorite one. The one where she abruptly throws her head back, mouth wide open, and cackles, “Ahhhh! Ahahah! … Ha! Haha!”. You just let it happen, watching her dimples emerge (the left one deeper than the other). Then, as her laugh settles down, you watch her gums peek out in the corners of her smile - also your favorite. She’s your favorite.

***

As you continue to gaze out of the window absentmindedly, there’s a sudden yet soft clasp on your shoulders. You inhale sharply, snapping your head around to see who is touching you. Billie stood there cheesing, her forehead only as high as your chin, and you immediately relaxed, exhaling. You noted that she had put a beige backwards cap on since you’d last seen her – probably to ‘complete the fit’ as she’d say, considering she was wearing cream-colored sweatpants and a brown mesh jersey that allowed her fluorescent pink bikini to be seen through the material. “Billie, what the fuck?! You know I hate being touched,” you say with your hand over your heart. “Yeah, but not by me,” she retorts. “And how exactly was I supposed to know it was you?!”. She just shrugs with a stupid smile. You lean in to hug her now, your arms around her neck, and mutter a joking “fuck you” into her neck. Billie is quick to pull back, keeping hold of your waist, and say, “I wish you would,” grinning with mischief. Your hand gently slaps her chest, and you push her out of your embrace, giving her a “seriously?” Look. Billie is quick to change the topic, asking what you’re doing over here all alone. “I’m not exactly sure, to be honest. I kinda just zoned out,” you answer her. “of course, you did, your adhd ass” Billie rolls her eyes. “Do you want your present now?”. “Hell yeah, pretty girl, lemme go get yours first,” Billie replies just before she turns around and slow jogs down the hallway to her room. She returns holding the pretty patterned fabric goodie bag with your name sewn onto it that Maggie made you when you started spending holidays at theirs a few years back. Smiling at Billie’s sense of urgency, you tell her that you both will have to go over to your house across the street for her present. Billie furrows her eyebrows, giving you a questioning look in return. You explain that her gift is in your bedroom, and it can’t really be “taken anywhere”. “Ok, let’s go then!” She says in a high-pitched voice – that youthful excitement you so love is starting to burst at her seams. Billie grabs the juice out of your hand, places it on the nearest table, and then yanks your hand out the door with you following behind. “Chill, bro! Why are you running?” You yell ahead of you, the latter part in the voice of the meme. Billie moves her head to look at you, her expression dropped. “I am not your ‘bro’!” You chuckle at her remark as you continue to let yourself be dragged. 

In no time at all, you both approach your home, a single-story white house that spreads widely across the plot of land. There is a banyan tree located to the righthand side of the front yard, but its branches bow over the whole front, creating shade that your macrame hammock chair swings under. (Whenever Billie doesn’t get a response from you over text, she comes out to find you here with your head in a book, glasses slipping down your nose, and your legs tucked up into a ball inside the hammock like a rollie pollie). Leading up to your front door from the sidewalk is a footpath made from some light terracotta diamond-shaped stones, arranged with some random white stones that are painted with intricate designs on them in a rich indigo color. Above the front door, there is a trellis archway that has overgrown magenta bougainvillea weeping from it. Billie likes to joke that your house is straight out of the Mamma Mia set. But because you locked the front door from the inside, you direct Billie to go in through the side door, which leads directly to your bedroom. You repurposed the Florida room [a/n: sorry, I have no idea what other people call them] into your bedroom because you like having all the sunlight and the high ceilings. As you walk in, your room mostly spans out to your right, highlighting the bright chrome pole [yep, that kind of pole] standing proudly in the middle of your room. The sun glistens against the pole, making it shine like a trophy, starkly contrasting the mahogany-colored bamboo parquet flooring beneath both of your feet. Whenever you have new guests over, they find it impossible to look away from the pole, especially because the surface area of the room is kept clear - aside from a midcentury wooden dresser with glass sliding doors seated diagonally in the back corner of the room with a chair perched next to it. Really, you keep the room empty so you have space to practice choreography, but for others, there’s simply nothing to distract their eye from what you do in your free time. To your left, there is a small loft above you with a chunky wooden ladder leading to it. You consider the loft to be your ‘actual bedroom’.

Billie eagerly pulls you deeper into the room and sits cross-legged on your reading bench that’s tucked underneath the loft. You sit across from her, mirroring her position, and giggle at her chanting, “Me first! Me first!”. Now you mirror her enthusiasm by saying, “Ok baby, show me then!”. Billie holds out the goodie bag to you, looking at you expectantly while she waits for you to open it. You pull on the rope drawstring and grab onto something large, thin, and square. You rub your fingertips along a thin plastic wrapping, enjoying the texture. Intrigued, now you dip your head down and peer into the bag. Suddenly you shriek, “Ahhhhh no way! Where the fuck did you find this? I’ve been hunting for it for years! Omg, and it’s even unopened!” You ramble on, not letting Billie get a word in edgeways. Billie patiently waits for you to take a breath, she’s amused by your excitement, then says, “I know some people”. Her coy statement makes you laugh self-effacingly because of course she can get you a however-many-year-old limited edition pressing of Lana del Rey’s Ultraviolence, she’s Billie. “Do you like it?” She asks. “Don’t be stupid!” You reply as you reach over to hug her shoulders and leave a quick kiss on the side of her head. You spring back out of Billie’s hold, evidently pleased with a new idea. “This goes perfectly with my present for you” you smile at her. Your voice is now a little lower, a sultry implication behind it. “Oh yeah? How’s that?” Billie questions you, copying your tone. “Be patient, you’ll see” you teasingly respond as you get up from the cushioned bench and slowly walk over, fiddling with the plastic coating around the vinyl cover, to the dresser in the corner of the room. You pull out the vinyl and flip it to make sure the a-side is right side up. As you carefully lay the needle down, the record player lets out a warm, fuzzy scratch, and West Coast begins to bellow through the room – the warping sound of the electric guitar is quickly pulsing to the beat. When you bought the pole, Finneas helped you install a surround sound system in the room so you could get the “full performance feel”. The subwoofers are intentionally placed in all four corners of the room so you can feel the bass as you do floorwork. In this moment, you’re glad Billie convinced you to let Finneas install the sound system despite your initial shyness on the matter. By the time Lana’s voice enters the song, you have walked back over to Billie, standing in front of her legs that are now planted firmly on the floor. “Come with me,” you say as you grab her hand. She effortlessly stands up and you lead her closer to the pole, still a few feet away from it, just to leave her standing there. She patiently waits for your instructions as you’re clearly going to grab the chair from beside the dresser. You sweep the chair behind Billie’s legs and push her chest down so she’s seated with a perfect view of you. Billie leans back and spreads her legs, holding onto the crotch of her sweatpants like she always does. Billie’s free hand grabs your waist, causing a small sting as she roughly pulls you in closer between her legs. Now that you’re inches apart, she leans forward and begins to lift your cropped white vest shirt ever-so-slightly so she can press an agonizingly long open-mouthed kiss at the top of your tummy, between your ribs. Suddenly, your breath hitches when you feel her soft, hot tongue lick your central ab-line. “I haven’t even given you your present yet, baby,” you say to mock her neediness and cradle the back of her head in your hands. “You wanna undo my shorts for me?” You propose, knowing Billie would never say no to such a question.

As predicted, her eyes shoot up to meet yours, her mouth still attached to your skin, her hands still gripping your waist, and she nods her head longingly. Billie carefully retreats only a few inches so that she can see what she is doing at your hips. Timidly, she is fiddling with the button and zip on your mid-wash low-rise daisy dukes. Billie doesn’t dare touch the strings from your skimpy bikini that’s poking out the top of them. She knows that’s off-limits for now. Eventually, Billie lets out a relieved sigh as she finally manages to undo the fastenings of your shorts. Wordlessly, Billie latches her thumbs through the belt loops and goes to tug your shorts down but stops abruptly when she hears, “Uh uh, they’re not coming off yet. Gotta be patient, my girl.” This time, she sighs in frustration and slouches back into the chair making you giggle. You lean down so that your lips are grazing her ear and whisper, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it worth your while,” then slowly stand back up, leaving her flustered.

Unfazed, you turn around to face the pole, simultaneously moving onto the balls of your feet, and take a step forward so that your left hand can stabilize you to the pole. Your mind begins to float out of your body now that you’re in ‘dance mode,’ so you just let the rhythm of the music guide your body. Smoothly, your hips begin to sway from side to side. Your free hand reaches down to your thigh, and you caress up the right side of your body until you’re standing tall again. Using your right hand, which is now naturally flowing above your head, you grasp high on the pole, releasing your left hand, and use your inside leg to step forward and across your torso, which allows you to do a small and measured tabletop spin that leaves you facing Billie. You notice her bottom lip bulging out from between her top teeth, then use your eyes to seductively trace up to her own. “Jesus,” Billie mumbles out a low groan at the eye contact. You lick your bottom lip triumphantly – pleased that your gift is having its desired effect. Lazily, you lean the top of your torso back so that your right shoulder is pressed against the pole as you softly rearrange your legs to be spread open a little wider. With both hands free now, you drop your head back, and your hands tussle your free-flowing, loosely curly hair, letting the sensuality of the moment move you. Your elegant hands continue to dance to the back of your head, along the sides of your neck, and travel further down to your boobs. You decide to tease Billie even more by roughly grabbing your own clothed tits, letting them bounce back to their natural position just as quickly. You draw soft shapes down your stomach until your hands reach the waistband of your opened shorts. Supplely, your right hand enters your barely-there shorts as you palm your bikini-covered clit. In this moment, your mind taps into the music, and you recognize where the song is at, allowing you to slowly grind your hips up and down in time with the lyrics “ooh baby, ooh baby, I’m in love… I’m in love… I’m in love.” The fifth and final time you grind your hips, you hear Billie let out a low moan. You know you’ve done enough to her… for now. So, you roll your body up into a standing position and hook your thumbs underneath the waistband of your shorts. You shimmy the denim down in time with your swaying hips. Once the shorts are nearly free and over the top of your ass, you turn the top half of your body to face away from Billie, still keeping the balls of your feet planted so that you’re left with your legs slightly crossed. You bend down a little, dragging the shorts down with you to give Billie a perfect view of your ass and barely covered pussy from behind. As though it is second nature to you, you step one leg out of the shorts and then use the remaining leg to flick the shorts up into Billie’s lap while you’re looking over your shoulder to check your aim.

Billie catches the shorts before they land, using only one hand, never taking her eyes off of you, and folds them neatly only to tuck them into her front pocket moments later. You chuckle as you look forward again and raise a hand high on the pole. You start to climb up the now spinning pole. You climb once, twice, three times to allow the full length of your body to be in the air. Effortlessly, you hold your body away from the pole in a pencil, causing the definition of your toned biceps to pulse under the glistening sunset seeping through the windows. Your legs open on either side of the pole, quickly clasping together in a sit, and then you feed your torso to the front of the pole to create a baby snake, S shape. The pole is picking up speed from spinning, which creates an illusion with the shape of your body. After basking in the music for a few rotations, you untangle the top of your body from around the pole and cross your legs over one another – the pole remaining in the middle of them. Hastily, you drop your head down toward the ground so that you are now in an inverted layback. Even with your eyes closed, you can hear Billie’s quiet gasp and a “baby” escape her mouth just as you drop. Though she was quick to conceal her fear once she knew that you were safe. Your hair swings back and forth in a rhythm from the momentum and your hands caress up along your body again, but this time, you cross your arms and grasp onto the hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it up and off over your head. The shirt leaves a gentle ‘shwp’ as it hits the ground at some speed, and you’re left in your sparkly gold bikini top.

The triangles of your bikini are doing little to keep you modest, just barely covering your nipples. While you continue to spin for a moment, you discreetly open one of your eyelids to see Billie sitting there with her legs apart, fists clenching her sweatpants, mouth slightly agape, and her eyes following your tits around the pole as they threaten to escape further from their cover with each rotation. You snap your eye shut before you get caught while your hands fiddle against your back, expertly untying the straps of your bikini. Once again, you use your hands to pull the stretchy material over your head so that your tits bounce free. You open your eyes properly now to quickly fling your top at Billie and, just as quickly, roll your eyes further up to spot the floor. Your hands, once elegant and dainty but now covered in veins that are attempting to burst from underneath your skin due to the blood racing through your inverted body, spread and reach for the floor so that you can lower yourself into a handstand. Billie is lucky enough to sit right in line with your bare chest, so she’s distracted from your un-crossing and straightening legs. But this is only until one of them is heading towards the floor in front of her, the other following closely behind [a/n: like a back walkover off the pole if ygm?] As you drop into an open-hipped split that accentuates your ass perfectly for her view. Billie is left wholly unmoving except for her eyes which are now transfixed on your plump ass that’s jiggling from the impact of your landing, highlighted by your sparkly bikini thong. You plant your hands on the floor and lift your hips up so that your legs can join and tuck neatly underneath your thighs as you face Billie. You’re positioned in between her legs now as you sit your ass back onto your ankles, your face wearing an innocent yet mischievous look. In the background, the record fades into the next song on the album. But you pay the music no mind since you don’t have to follow a beat anymore. Your hands grip Billie’s knees, teasingly sliding up her thighs and towards her core as you smile and whisper, “Did you like your present, baby?” The muscles at the back of Billie’s jaw clench and unclench repeatedly, indicating to you that you’re really in for it this time – just as you’d secretly (obviously) planned. She sits up menacingly and slowly inches her mouth next to your ear. You hear her swallow followed by a loud huff coming from her nose, which causes your breathing to shallow out of both fear and excitement. You hear the spit move inside her opening mouth as she says…..

[dollarbils]

i can’t move on, babydoll | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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“well you’re a familiar face.” you’d turned around to be met by her. no introductions were needed, in fact, you lingered for a moment too long, caught up in the faint memories grazing the horizon. you didn’t think the clubs in miami would be this small.

“billie.” it was all you’d managed to muster up, at loss for words, not out of awe, but out of a sort of anger.

“baby.” she smiled, and it was wicked. a smile destined for heartbreak. it was all too clear now, you cursed yourself for not having seen it sooner.

“don’t call me that.” she laughed, amused by your attempts to act cold, reject her. nobody rejected her. she was infectious.

“you have taken up quite the cold front, been having to wait on calls and flip through stations. it’s ridiculous babydoll.” you rolled your eyes at the mention of the calls. they’d been flooding in, nonstop, for fucking weeks. you’d think she’d have given up by now.

“get over it billie, it’s pathetic.” she smirked, taking her lip between her teeth.

“mm, talk dirty to me.” she moaned. in response, you sighed, heavy with disbelief.

“how did you even find me all the way in miami?” her grin indicated a witty reply in the midst.

“don’t worry about it.” her bottom lip was plump from biting on it, almost making you go feral. trying to erase images of sucking it ‘till it’s swollen.

“well this has been a pitiful waste of my time.” it took over half your willpower to turn away from her, heading towards to exit. she pulled you back, obviously, what a fucking cliché.

“come on,” she paused, “are you really going to give up on this? i know you wanna fuck me, i still see it in your eyes.” you contemplated for second, wether it was possible for her to see that in your eyes, but came to your senses shortly after.

“for god’s sakes, just move on, billie.” you weren’t quite sure if she was disrespecting your orders on purpose or if she simply hadn’t listened, but she gravitated towards you.

“oh babydoll,” she dragged out her words, almost whining. her hand came up to push the hair out of your face and behind your ear, lingering for a while.

“stop it.” you swatted her and away.

“i can’t move on.” the warmth of her lips against yours took you by surprise, your mind screaming at you for letting her kiss you. she would never learn to move on, and you’d never learn not to take her back. but who’s complaining?

@adinda-eilish @ijustlovemaths @sweetcherriexs @jaxon-nathaniel-drake @mybluebossanova @diceroll65 @tothediner @st0nerlesb0 @bilssturns @london-uhmye @bxllxebxtch @tan1shere

[gracie-eilish]

hiii, can i request something about billie x reader who's also a singer, where there was a lot of speculation online whether we're dating or not, and then we confirm our relationship by being cute together as a couple at the grammys 🥺

where’s the trophy? (she just comes running over to me)

For months, people have speculated. Fans have dissected every glance, every touch, every lingering moment caught on camera between you and Billie. The internet has been ablaze with theories, some more ridiculous than others, but you and Billie have stayed quiet, letting the world wonder. There won’t be a grand announcement tonight, no rehearsed statements or interviews. You won’t have to say a word. The way she looks at you, the way she stays close, the way her touch lingers—that will say enough.

The suite is quiet when Billie walks in, her damp hair messy from the shower, her oversized t-shirt hanging loose on her frame. She grins the second she sees you, something playful glinting in her eyes, and you know she’s up to something.

You glance at her suspiciously. “What?”

“What?” she echoes innocently, strolling over to the couch across from you. She flops down, stretching her arms overhead with a sigh. “Nothing.”

You narrow your eyes. “You have that face.”

“What face?”

“That face,” you say, pointing at her smirk. “The one that means you’re about to annoy me.”

Billie gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Wow. Wow. Can’t a girl just adore her girlfriend in peace?”

You roll your eyes, biting back a smile. “You’re laying it on real thick this morning.”

She hums, tilting her head. “Well, today is a special day. And I think I should start it by telling my very special person how very much I adore them.”

Before you can respond, she pats the seat next to her. “Come here. I need to butter you up before glam.”

You huff, pretending to be annoyed, but you get up anyway, letting her pull you into her lap. She wraps her arms around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder as she sighs dramatically.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, her lips brushing your neck.

Your face heats instantly. “Billie—”

“Mm-mm.” She tightens her grip. “Let me have my moment. My girlfriend is so pretty. Prettiest girl in the world, actually.”

You groan, trying to squirm away, but she holds on tighter, grinning against your skin. “Prettiest girl in the world when you wake up,” she continues. “Prettiest girl in the world when you’re rolling out of bed, prettiest girl in the world when—”

You slap a hand over her mouth. “I get it.”

She just grins against your palm, eyes twinkling, before playfully licking your hand. You yelp, pulling away, and she cackles, victorious.

Her antics don’t stop when the glam team arrives. As your makeup artist applies your lipstick, Billie leans in, her breath warm against your ear. “I’m gonna kiss that off later.”

Your face burns as the makeup artist giggles, and you shoot Billie a glare. She just winks, completely unrepentant.

By the time you’re slipping into your dress, you think she might have gotten all the teasing out of her system. But when you step out, Billie freezes.

She had been mid-sentence, talking to someone in the room, but the moment she turns and sees you, whatever she was saying dies on her lips. Her mouth parts slightly, her eyes trailing over you like she’s trying to commit every detail to memory.

You shift under her gaze. “What?”

She doesn’t answer at first. Just shakes her head slightly, blinking like she’s trying to process. Then, slowly, she steps forward, her hands reaching for yours. When she speaks, her voice is softer, almost in awe.

“You are—” She exhales, shaking her head again. “I don’t even have a word for how beautiful you are.”

Your breath catches.

Her fingers trace up your arm, over your shoulder. She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You know how hard it’s gonna be for me not to kiss you every five seconds tonight?”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “Who says you can’t?”

Billie’s eyes darken just slightly, her lips curling into a smirk. “Don’t tempt me.”

From the moment you step onto the red carpet, the world takes notice.

It’s not just about the way you both look—though you know you make a stunning pair—it’s the way Billie never strays too far. The way she keeps a hand on your waist, the way she makes sure you’re always in the frame with her. If a photographer calls your name, she turns too. If you shift slightly, she gently guides you back with the lightest touch.

Inside the venue, it doesn’t stop.

At your table, her hand rests on your thigh, her fingers absentmindedly tracing small circles. She leans in to whisper in your ear, even when there’s no real reason to. When you laugh, she watches you like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.

And when your category is announced, Billie’s grip on your hand tightens.

The moment they say your name, she’s the first one out of her seat, cheering so loudly you nearly laugh as you make your way to the stage. But when you come back, she doesn’t just hug you—she wraps herself around you, arms locked tight around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground as she spins you in a small circle.

The crowd roars.

And then, without hesitation, she presses a kiss to your cheek.

You don’t have to check social media to know what’s happening. You can already picture the reaction. The headlines. The GIFs. The tweets.

And yet, the only thing that matters is the way Billie looks at you when you sit back down. The way her hand finds yours again, her thumb brushing gently against your skin. The way she leans in, her voice low.

“My superstar,” she murmurs.

And in that moment, you don’t care about the cameras, the speculation, the headlines. You don’t care that the internet is exploding.

All that matters is that she’s here.

And that, finally, the world can see what you’ve always known—you and Billie were never really hiding.

[billieskitty]

— she’s so sexy 😭😭😭 one chance please

[svelish]

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Fuck Her Into Confidence

Warnings; g!p!billie x fem!reader, slightly insecure reader, use of pet names, safeword (didn't use it), pussy eating, rough sex, use of "Daddy", controlling, other.

Little note !!: I actually like this better than my others.

"Hmm? Can I finally fuck that sweet little pussy?"

"What? Oh my God... Is that what we're doing?"

"If you want..." Billie looked at you, back to normal. "Whatever you want. You tell me."

You blinked.

"I mean..." She pecked your lips between each word. "We don't have to. I'm also fine with this."

"You mean, you'd be... fine if we didn't do it? Like. But, isn't that what you want?"

"Obviously. Why wouldn't I want to fuck the shit out of you? Have you seen yourself?" Billie grounded her hips against yours again just to watch you squirm. "But the question is: what do you want?"

Your brows knitted for a minute, brewing with thoughts. Then in an instant, your arms were around her neck and you were kissing her like it was the end of the world.

"Is that a yes?"

"Obviously."

"Obviously?" She smiled, squeezing the sides of your neck. "You want to try again?"

You whined. Tried to look away, but she didn't let that pass. Not only because it was fun to mess with you. Push your buttons until your fears fucked off and you become a dirty sex kitten. But because she needed it just as much. Your trust. The intimacy. The freedom to be in control for once.

And she knew just what you needed. Humiliation. Praise. Being cherished. Treated like her favorite toy. The object of her obsession. To tease and play with. Ruin in she wanted to.

"Do you want to get fucked?" She asked slowly, tracing a finger across your collarbone to the strap of your bra, and dropped it down your shoulder. Your breast is a breath away from being naked.

"Yes." You breathed heavily

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. Please." Shame gritted your teeth

She clicked her tongue in disappointment and pinched your nipple. No doubt, the lace made it hurt more, but the way you cried out was delicious. "I'm sure you can do better than that, sweetheart. Want to try again?"

"Fuck. Me. Please." Your eyes burned with angry tears.

"Much better."

Your legs wobbled when she set you down. She threw you over her shoulder to lighten the mood a little. You had a heavy day. Sh didn't want you to get into this with a negative mindset.

Thankfully it worked. You laughed, carried like a sack of potatoes until she dumped you on her bed.

A fake orange candle you had insisted to buy from an overpriced hipster store flickered on her nightstand. The warm glow bounced on the black sheets. The sight of you with wild hair and a little smile pumped her up like an Olympic champion. She'd finally made it.

"Oops. One sec." She fished out her phone from her pocket to text Finneas.

"Stay away tonight." "Sorry not sorry." "Don't tell mom."

"Okay, where were..." She trailed off. You were already crawled over, and sat on your heels, unbuckling her belt. You glanced coyly under your lashes as she grinned at you. "Someone's eager."

Rolling your eyes, you close her fingers around her shaft, sticking out your tongue.

"Look at you, So—" The words died, her brain melting as you sucked her with your hot, slobbery mouth. "Oh my God..." A gluttural moan she'd never made before tipped her head back. She couldn't even care.

You whimpered and choked yourself more, using your whole body to thrust back and forth.

"Yeah. That's my good girl..." She reached for and struck your ass with her palm. Your shocked cry vibrated on her shaft, making her groan. Oh, you were so soaked through your panties already.

You struggled to focus as she teased. Tried to wiggle your butt away from her. That only got you spanked. Sharp. Once on both cheeks. Then right on your pussy. You tried to pull away.

"Don't you fucking move." She curled her fingers around your panties and pulled them aside, tracing your slick lips with a sly realization. "Oh, fuck. You've made such a mess. What's this, sweetheart? You're that fucking needy? Huh? I haven't even touched you yet."

You whined around her cock and tried to move again. Except she fisted the back of your head. You had nowhere to run. All you got was more spanking and crying as she forced you to suck.

"What a pretty little whore."

You only got wetter. She pushed the tip of her finger inside your pussy, watching your eyes go wife. Hands flew to her sides, too overwhelmed to keep going.

"Well, since you can't focus." She tossed her back and yanked down your hips, making you slide on the edge until your pussy was in front of her. She kneeled. Threw your legs over her shoulders, and kissed down your thighs. Licked the outside of your panties. Then over. Up and down.

"Oh my God. Don't... don't stop..."

"Oh, I don't plan to. You have a safe word?" She should've paused, but you were just so cute when flustered. She bit your panties and moved them further away, swiping her tongue up on your slit.

"Ohhh my God! Um. Uh... It's..." You yelped as she sucked on your clit. Knees involuntarily lifting to your chest.

"You better answer."

Your drawl came out humored and ashamed. "Potatoes..."

"Jerk." She laughed. "Way to ruin my childhood."

She climbed on top of you, something tugging her to check in. "You promise you'll say that if you don't like something?"

You nodded in a hurry and kissed her. Moaning and pushing your body up. Alright, well. That answered her question. She gave you what you wanted for a minute, caressing all over.

"Take off your bra. Let me see those titties."

"What?" Your eyes widened.

"Tits out." She wiggled her finger and pushed inside your tight warmth, curling it against your wall. You arched off the bed with a strangled cry. "Off, baby. Hurry."

You managed to do as asked. She licked her lips at your tiny nipples standing for attention. Knowing the air would be cool, she wet her finger and traced around it. You tried to manage your breathing, gaze darting at the ceiling. Savoring every second, she circled my tongue on your nipple, massaging the other between her fingers. Making your body writhe.

You must've forgotten about ger other hand. Because when she actually started to finger her, and added her thumb on your clit, you dug your nails into her shoulders and moaned off the bed. Quickly, your orgasm started to build again. Closer and closer. Almost there.

Billie slapped her clit, then stretched the skin above it, watching your pussy quiver around nothing.

"Aww, poor little thing. Look at it trying so hard to come. Did I ruin it for you?"

"You're an asshole." You kicked your legs to get up, but it didn't take too long for her to collect your ankles in one hand and push your legs up straight. She lifted your butt off the bed like a rag doll.

And then slid my fingers back in, because she could. Because she knew it made her feel like an object. And she loved the pathetic whimper you left out, hating yourself for how much you liked it.

"Good girl." She took off the rest of her clothes and threw them on the floor. "Come. Sit on my face."

"What?"

"I want your pussy on my face. Sit." Billie lied down on her back.

"Um, I don't know..." You brought your knees to your chest. "That's a little too much."

"Is it? I didn't ask." She picked you up by the hips, thigh on each side of her face. You tensed head to-to-toe, trying to get off. "Come down, y/n. Now. Give me that pussy."

"Bil—"

Billie licked up your thin lips and softly kissed your clit. Licked and kissed. Made out with it. Groaning at how delicious and sensitive it was. Hers. This was all hers.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God." You slapped the wall, your moans small and panicked, then louder as you threw your head back and let go. "Ah. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Little vixen began to ride Billie's face, moving confidently. Billie struck your ass just how you liked it, and fisted a chunk of your hips, bouncing you on her. You cried out at her stubble hurting your pussy, but came just as hard. Scraping the headboard, cum dripping down Billie's chin.

She laid you on your back and kissed your neck, rubbing her waiting cock up and down your drenched slit. You hardly noticed the new position, still floating on cloud nine. Eyes closed, ready to drift off.

Billie slapped your clit with her cock, flinching you up, and pushed her head in without warning. The sharp intake of breath for you had her smirking like a sick sadist.

"Yeah. That's it." Billie folded your knees up, bending them by your sides. You whimpered. Embarrassed she was staring at your pussy the entire time. As if she cared.

She groaned like she'd been waiting her whole life for this. Your reaction was too quiet yourself with the back of your hand and look away from her.

Just for that, she thrust deeper before you were ready.

You jerked up, smacking her chest and abs. But like a damn hypocrite, the fear turned you on.

"Oh, God. It's so big..." You whimpered, pushing her back as she tried to lean closer.

"Too fucking bad." She pinned your hands by your sides, sucking on your nipple. Not stopping her cock from going in and out. You shrilled as she bit, thrashed under her, begging and cursing as your pussy clenched already. "That's a good girl. Yeah, come for daddy. Come for daddy, baby. Good girl."

You gasped at Billie, appalled. Speechless, making her chuckle.

"You okay?" It felt like a natural moment to check in. You nodded and she pecked your nose. "Good."

"You didn't come."

"I know. Turn to your side."

Billie shifted behind you and grabbed your throat, hugging you to her chest. Your mood shifted quickly. The scared little girl back as she nudged her cock in. Curves in her perfect view. Tits and ass within easy access.

When her hand caressed your belly, you slapped it away and sucked your stomach in.

"Excuse me?" She chokes the breath out of her throat. "Did you just stop me?" She rammed you fast and nonstop. Her fingers bruising your hips from fisting a chunk. Ass jiggling on her thighs.

She grabbed your stomach roughly and sneered in your ear. "This is my body. I can do whatever the fuck I want. So if I want to grab it." She squeezed. "I'll fucking grab it. Do you understand?"

She clasped your throat to silence your yes. One bite on your neck, and you broke out in goosebumps. You yelled. Threw your hands at her back, clawing at her skin. She held you as you came. Messaging your tits. Rubbing your clit. Until you turned into a lumpy putty on the sheets.

Billie sat up with raw adrenaline.

"Get on your fours."

"I can't..."

"You can't?" She tossed you up how she wanted. Hips high. Heart-shaped ass pink with hand marks. Push your chest on the mattress, smacking your ass as you resisted. "Get the fuck down."

You stayed still, head bowed, exposing your chest and shoulders. So fucking perfect and all hers.

She spit in her hand and lubed you just in case. Buried her cock inside her again, closing her eyes. Fuck. Nothing felt better than this. Bodies were molded to fit each other. The way her cock filled every corner of your walls. You were loving it too. Dazed. You started to blubber.

"Mmm, daddy..."

"Yeah, baby. Daddy's still using you. I'm not done yet."

You moaned, sounding greedier. And fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing. Watching you be so horny for her. Panties still on as you got fucked. Shoved aside, stretched high on wide hips.

"God, that's my little fucking whore." She began to pound. Not holding back anymore. You wailed, crumbling with each thrust. Slap the sheets, stretch with your nails. She rammed harder, sweat beading on her chest, and slapped your ass hard.

She flung forward and belly-plopped.

Your legs and pussy are spasmed in tremors. With a trembling hand, you tried to cover up while she stared in aw at your post-orgasmic mess. You really were starting to sound and look broken. She chuckled and picked up your hips again, starting off slower so you could catch your breath.

She didn't want it. Tried to throw your hands behind her to stop, but she held your wrists in each hand and stretched your arms back. Holding them in the air so you couldn't use them. You tried to bend your elbows, flexed your fingers all confused, like you were solving a puzzle.

"No, sweet girl, you can't move. I got you. You're not going anywhere."

You melted at her words and instead of resisting, arching your back for more. She stilled her movements in wander, watching you move on her cock with your own slow, sensual pace.

"That's it. Oh, what a good girl. Look at you, so good. Yeah, baby. Just like that."

You tried to go faster, but couldn't do it alone. So she grabbed your hips again and picked up the pace. Spanking you, throwing your face back on the mattress. Fisted your hair and rubbed your clit to hear you scream again. You did everything in your power to crawl away.

"Where do you think you're going? Huh?" She cooed. Her hands wrapped around your panties and tugged on them, bouncing you back. She smiled at your helplessness "No, you're all mine, baby. I'll tell you when you're done. So you just stay there and take it. Take it like a good slut."

A string of pleas muffled on the sheets, you shoving your face into them. Just giving her an even better view of your ass. Her cock glistened in and out of your tight cunt.

"Is my slut going to come for me again? Huh?" She smacked your ass hard enough to sting like hell. Your high-pitched cry making her chuckle. "Huh? Do you need to cry when you come for daddy?"

"Fuck you..." Your voice broke. So that was a yes.

"Oh, you're done." She threw her body on you and trapped you under her, driving deeper this way. You had no way to move and screamed as you realized it. She covered your mouth with her hand. "Shut the fuck up and take it. You're going to take it and you're going to come like a whore."

Your tears spilled on your hand. Thighs wet with your cum. Of course, the poor girl was so overstimulated. But you wanted it. You had a safe word and wasn't using it.

She kissed your tense shoulders, going slower, but just as deep. "Shh, baby, take—Oh, fuck. Fuck, that's fucking good." She groaned in the crook of your neck as you moved your ass back on her.

She peeled away, needing to focus, and you little motherfucker giggled at her as if you knew. She couldn't believe it when you looked at her over your shoulder as if to say 'yeah, I did that to you.'

That's when she noticed the little spot of wetness on the pillow, right where your mouth was.

"Are you drooling? Aw, sweetheart. Does it feel that good?" Her voice became menacing, nails biting into your hips. Wiping your smirk right off. "Yeah? Does it feel that good? You want to come for me, baby? You want to come for daddy?" That's a good little whore, such a good girl."

"Oh my God, fuck!"

"Say it." She smirked at your failed concentration. "Say you're a dirty whore for this cock."

"No." You shook your head in defeat. Oh, you wanted to.

"Fucking say it." She growled out, fisting your hair back. Spanked your sore ass some more. She forced it out of you. You sobbed it, voice breaking, but orgasmed harder than she'd ever before.

Your screams drove her over the edge. She flipped you over and covered you with her cum. Thick and white stroked on your tits and belly as both heaved to catch their breath.

"Oh fucking hell..." Billie mumbled with a chuckle. You giggled, eyelids heavy, they both tried to do a high-five but failed miserably.

[mazikeensblog]

Boyfriend Billie could ruin me, fix me, break me again, and use me as her napkin —and I’d let her. No questions asked. 🫠😵‍💫

Just let me have a ride

[47lake]

payback

synopsis: you always loved it when she got frustrated, but something about this night specifically drove you absolutely wild. plus, you had to get your payback.

‼️: sub!top!billie, dom!bottom!reader, restraints, begging, tears, thigh riding, teasing, princess treatment(receiving), more that i’m probably forgetting oops ! w/c 2.6k

continuation of 'im sorry'

the two of you were at dinner with her team, a very classy restaurant with everyone’s tab covered by billie as a way to say thank you for all their hard work throughout the year.

you let your girlfriend pick your outfit for the night, she returned from the closet after very carful consideration with a sleek, long sleeve, deep crimson dress that you had gotten recently. you chuckled and smiled, knowing billie had been waiting for you to wear it. you paired it with some black louboutins bils has surprised you with a few days before.

“they were supposed to be for christmas but i was too excited to see your reaction so, do you like them?!”

she was always so sweet to you, spoiling you with anything she even thought you would like. you pick something up to look at it closer in a store? it’s practically bought already.

you hooked the clasp of a gold necklace you mentioned liking to her once. it arrived at your door a few days later along with the earrings and bracelet to match, accompanied by a proud billie.

you sprayed a few sprays of her eilish no 1 & no 3, the mix of the warm vanilla with the christmas-y scent mixing together in a way that billie loved.

you grabbed your purse, black leather with gold accents, perfect for any outfit. you stepped out of the closet, lipstick in hand, to find your girl adjusting her tie, the perfect shade of red to match your dress. she was wearing a suit, a little baggy to fit her aesthetic, with her new converse, ‘open up the door’ could be read along the side of the sole.

you stood there for a moment, watching her adjust herself, she was perfect. you cleared your throat to make your presence known, she practically did a 360, eager to see how you looked.

“you’re kidding… there’s no way i get to call this gorgeous girl mine, somebody pinch me.”

she took your hand as the two of you closed the distance between yourselves, she spun you in a circle, whistling as she took it all in.

“you know i could sit here and admire you for hours but we’ve gotta go or we’re gonna be late!”

she gripped your hand a little tighter and led you out the door, opening your car door for you and holding her hand out to help you get in. she shut the door softly and ran around to her side, throwing herself inside and slamming her own door.

she waited for you to buckle your seatbelt and touch up your makeup, watching intently as you outlined your lips. thumbing circles against your exposed thigh through the slit that ran up the side of your dress. just as you snapped the mirror shut she started backing down the driveway, her hand never leaving your skin as she turned out onto the street.

you both always had to be touching, you reached over to hold the back of her neck as she held your thigh. you scratched her neck softly, your red acrylics perfectly contrasting her pale skin.

you couldn’t help but watch her, it was your favorite thing. her side profile always so gorgeous, her resting face always seemed so focused, you wondered what she could be thinking about all the time.

the car ahead of you casting a bright red light across her features, helping you clearly see her face light up as she turned her focus to you.

“whatcha looking at?”

“just my girl.”

she smiled wide and returned her gaze to the road, such a sweet girl.

──୨ৎ──

throughout the night you could see your appearance was having more and more of an effect on her.

her eyes lingering on the deep neckline of your dress for just a little too long when you spoke to her.

her mind visibly wandering as you shot her knowing glances.

how intently she watched you even if she was speaking to someone else across the room.

everyone knew billie was infatuated with you, but tonight was something more. something that she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried.

her gaze currently fixated under the table, the slit of your dress falling to perfectly showcase your crossed legs and her hand atop your thigh.

“billie?”

“hm?!”

she snapped her head, tuggingher gaze away from your body. you giggled quietly as she ran her hand along your skin, giving you any attention she could.

“your speech?”

“OH! right yes!”

she stood up out of her seat and called attention to everyone within the private room. she thanked her team for all their hard work and patience with her and her career. she went on to tell a few funny stories between her and some of the crew, laughs erupting around the room. billie’s smile gleamed through all the chatter, she waited for everyone to settle down and turned to you.

“and i also want to thank my beautiful girl!”

she reached down for your hand, placing it in her own.

“this girl has helped me through thick and thin, kept me grounded, and helped me truly be me. she has done more for me than she will ever know, and i love her endlessly.”

you couldn’t help but smile, you loved how sentimental she could be, she’s so perfect.

everyone starts clapping as she motions to you after her little spill, smile still plastered on your face, you shook your head and squeezed her hand tightly.

she sat down and people went back to chatting amongst themselves, billies hand quickly returning to your thigh. she leaned closer to you, lips inches away from your ear.

“you look so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.”

she slid her hand up just enough to show her intentions behind that statement, you laughed and told her to be patient. you loved when she got enamored like this, she couldn’t pull her gaze away from you if she tried.

you lightly placed your hand on top of hers, running your index gently across her middle & ring. you’d think something so simple wouldn’t bother her so much, but you could instantly see her her zone out, god knows what she could be recollecting.

you cleared your throat as someone approached, snapping het out of her thoughts instantly. amusement shown clearly across your features. you kissed her cheek, leaving a vivid red stamp on her face. it paired nicely with the rosy blush now coating her cheeks.

she stumbled over her words as you continued to trace over her fingers with your own, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to focus on what the poor girl in front of her was saying. she answered to the best of her ability and the girl walked back to her seat, billie shot you a look that clearly read ‘you’re so mean!’ you smiled innocently and leaned into her ear.

“i can’t wait until we get home sweet girl, you’re gonna be so good for me.”

her hand flew over her mouth, eyes wide as her mind ran with ideas of what was in store. she cleared her throat and adjusted her hair, trying to keep herself composed, much to her dismay her pink cheeks and hot ears were a dead giveaway.

──୨ৎ──

you and billie both stood outside the door of the restaurant saying your goodbyes to everyone, thanking them for coming and for everything they do. billies team was so big it felt like ages, especially since you were eager to get your hands on her.

the last person got in their car and drove away, billie snatched you up in her arms and practically flew to her car.

she set you down and opened the car door for you, like always, holding her hand out to keep you steady as you got inside. you buckled your seatbelt and she shut the door with care, despite her impatience, running around to her side and flinging herself inside. she started up the car and began to drive while simultaneously buckling her seatbelt, wasting as little time as possible.

“someone’s excited.”

you teased her as you ran your fingers through her hair.

“how could i not be? you only drove me absolutely insane throughout the entirety of dinner!”

“oh hush, you know you like it.”

she turned her gaze away, pretending to be focused on the road as she hid her smile.

she ran her hand up and down your thigh, traveling just a little further up each time. she wanted you so bad it was precious, tracing circles with her thumb and tapping the pads of her fingers against your skin.

you couldn’t help but smile, you uncrossed your legs, looking over to see her attention directed towards your thighs. you felt her hand travel further up than before, making sure to stop before she got carried away. her eyes fixated on the road, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she smiled.

she pulled into the driveway, getting out of the car quickly and running around to your side. she opened the door and undid your seatbelt for you, eager to get inside already. you giggled as she held her hand out, taking it and stepping out.

you held both sides of her face as she shut the door back, kissing her passionately. her hands cascaded to your waist as yours wrapped around the back of her neck, her touch fell down to your ass as she squeezed softly. you pulled away, thumbing over her cheek as you were met with her pouty eyes and swollen lips.

“my poor baby.”

she tried pull you back in when you grabbed a handful of her tie, leading her to the door. you held your free hand out expectantly as she scrambled through her pockets for the keys, handing them to you with a cheesy smile.

you undid the lock and pulled her a little harder as you led the way to the bedroom, opening the door and walking her over to the bed. you let her out of your grip and she flops down, looking up at you and waiting for her next instruction.

“help me with my dress sweetheart, i can’t reach the zipper.”

she jumps up and obliges happy, slowly pulling the zipper down with one hand, the other resting on your hip. her plump lips trailing soft kisses across your shoulder and your collarbone to eventually land on the nape of your neck. the zipper soon runs out and she pushes the sleeves off your shoulders, spinning you around, kisses now lining the edge of your jaw as she slips your dress off.

“i wanna make you feel good..”

you caress her shoulders and push her away gently, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the sheets as she is sat on the bed again. you straddle her lap and watch as her eyes linger on your exposed figure, she’s always had a weakness for how perfect you look in lace.

“i know, you’re so eager my love. i promise, you’re gonna make me feel so good.”

she smiles looking up at you, her hands return to your skin, so desperate to please. you loosen her tie and pull it off, unbuttoning her shirt to join the pile forming in the floor. you slide off her lap and get on your knees between her legs, undoing her belt and and button of her pants, sliding them off and throwing them to the slide.

now that you had her on display to match yourself you told her to move back, her back resting against the headboard as she sat up straight, legs out in front her.

“i want you to close your eyes for me sweet girl, you can do that, yeah?”

she nodded intently as her lids fell closed, waiting for your next move. you got up off her lap and pulled the drawer of the nightstand open. you smiled as you pulled out a roll of ribbon, you told billie to be patient and quiet as you tied her wrists to the headboard in a pretty red bow.

you could cum right then, she looked so sweet. her eyes closed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, your kiss stamp on her face, rosy pink cheeks flush as her arms remained above her head. you quickly slipped your bra and panties off and positioned yourself to be straddled across her thigh.

“open, my love.”

her eyes fluttered open, looking up as she gasped, the realization of her restraint washing over her. she tugged gently against the ribbon, looking at you with a pout painted across her face.

“babyyy?!”

“payback. pretty girl, don’t you remember when you just couldn’t help yourself?”

you watched as she became lost in her own thoughts, recollecting her apologies falling from her lips as she held you down.

she quickly snapped out of her daze when she felt your wet heat touch down on her thigh, her focus instantly fixated on the slow rhythm of you hips against her thigh.

“come on! please! just let me touch you please! i’ll be a good girl, i promise!”

you smiled, your hands finding stability in the sheets as you picked up your pace, dirty moans rolling off your tongue that you knew would drive her wild.

“i know you will, you’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?”

she nodded slowly and her attention instantly retuned to the puddle of arousal pooling against her skin. you began to roll your hips faster and faster against her. she repeated ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ over and over, not touching you was making her crazy. you loved it.

she started to buck her hips, loving that you were using her to get off.

“such a dirty girl. you’re just watching and can’t control yourself?”

her eyes locked with yours, she looked so sweet when she got needy like this, small droplets fell from her eyes in frustration.

“please let me touch you, please, it’s all i want, please, baby.”

oh. my. god.

you couldn’t refuse that, you untied her pretty bow and tossed it aside.

her hands flew to your hips, positioning one to be able to press circles into your clit with her thumb. she began to guide your hips, picking up at the pace where you had left off.

you laid your head against her shoulder as she rolled your hips faster and faster, moans and whines spilling out of you rapidly as the knot inside of you grew tighter and tighter.

“fuck bils! yes! make me cum!”

she pressed your hips down harder and kept her pace and your body shook in her grasp, she kissed your neck as her pace grew slow, letting you ride out your high. you sighed deeply and laid against her for a moment, catching your breath.

“don’t move.”

she nodded and waited patiently, you took one final breath and got off her thigh, positioning yourself a little further back between her legs. you looked up at her and held her gaze with yours, arching your back in front of her.

“fuck!”

she inhaled sharply as your warm tongue collected all of your pleasure off her skin. you sat up once you were finished, kissing her deeply.

“my good girl, you took your payback so well.”

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[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!!)