#finneas o'connell x you

[chrissv4mp]

october 22

the bedframe creaked. music leaked in through the small crack in the door. the headboard hitting the wall with each rough movement. his hands were all over you, lips caressing your skin so softly, a large contrast to the way he pounded into you. his eyes never left yours, pupils dilated and wild.

you don't know how you even got in this situation. it was a small party for his album release, a private one just for close friends and some family, but somehow you both had stumbled down the hallway and into his room, which reminded you of another thing. the door wasn't locked, and it was open just the tiniest amount. but, still, anyone could walk in. the idea only made your situation hotter, the thrill making adrenaline pump through your veins.

his hair was messy, but you didn't mind because it was your doing. you didn't care if he still had to go out there and greet people. your hands resided at his back now, clawing at his soft skin and leaving marks that would for sure ache afterwards. he sucked in a breath as you clenched around him, hips stuttering for a moment as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. his soft moans and breaths fall right into your ear, giving you access to even the smallest sounds that would leave his lips.

"close?" he slurs, eyes rolling back as you buck your hips in time with his thrusts. you stutter something, followed by a hum as your nails dig deeper into his skin, "need you to cum with me, baby." he speaks softly, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to your own lips, swollen from biting them over and over again, "my present. please?"

"fin—fuck." you sigh, toes curling as your body convulsed beneath his own. one hand leaves his back, coming up to pull at his hair, eliciting a string of moans that consisted of your name and pleas for you to cum with him. your dress was bunched around your waist, his hands keeping it from falling and denying him access to your sweet pussy, "the—mm.. door."

he shakes his head, clearly not giving a single fuck if someone saw or not. his family knew not to come in without knocking, and his friends definitely would think twice before even grabbing the doorknob. you clench tighter around him, and when one of his hands comes down to circle your clit, you finally break with a loud moan. it was definitely heard from outside of the room, but all that was running across your mind at the moment was finneas. finneas. finneas.

his own orgasm hits him like a train, stars flashing behind his eyelids as he grunts softly, hips slapping against yours and creating a rhythm. all that he can speak is your name, his mind solely on you as he feels your grip on his hair tighten, nails dragging down his back again as the feeling starts to become too much. the door creaks, but neither of are really in the right headspace to even hear it.

"oh shit."

billie nudges you with a cheeky smile on her face, watching as you comb your fingers through your hair in an effort to make yourself look a little more presentable. she snickers, and that's when you finally give her the satisfaction of a small glance, "my brother, huh?" she giggles like a little girl, an emotion hidden in her eyes that you can't quite catch.

"shut up." you whisper, rolling your eyes as your face flushes a deep shade of red. you cross your arms over your chest before looking away. as you do, though, you feel billie come closer, her hands snaking down your waist and tapping the thin fabric of your dress. she scoffs, her lips dangerously close to your ear. your eyes stay trained on finneas as he talks to rat, laughing along with the boy as he sips on his drink.

"gettin' the best of both worlds, isn't that right?"

@sturnl0ve @eilishslut @zayluvss @hrtsdollie

KINKTOBER

[teaaagan]

Leaf

Finneas: Why is Billie crying?

Y/N: She saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Billie: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Finneas: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Billie: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Finneas: NO, NOT THAT!

[yesimtrashforit]

hate to be lame - Lizzy McAlpine & FINNEAS (Byler) edit

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

This one's a lot shorter than usual but I'm very proud of it!

[marilynslove]

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[sevenop]

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Red light

A/n: she just sees you with your abusive ex-partner.

Eilish has millions of red exclamation points flashing in her head blinking barely every second, and blue eyes fixed on you like the frighteningly mighty and cold glaciers of the Arctic. The only thing that seems to calm her down even a little is Finneas' presence nearby and the feeling of weight on her own knees. It wasn't just the charming bouquet wrapped in scarlet kraft paper: Shark, sensing his mistress's excitement, rested his massive bulldog face on her legs for support.

"What fucking right does he have to approach her?" - the look of concern centered in her concern is replaced with a sizzling one, the moment she shifts her focus of attention to the male silhouette standing across from you. - "After everything he fucking did!"

Finneas exhales tensely, clasping his palms tighter on the steering wheel of his red Tesla: the eco-leather creaks slightly from the tension. Eilish, frankly, envies him, because the desire is now behind the wheel, and not in the passenger seat, is off the scale, reaching maximum values. Several scenarios of how she presses the gas pedal to the floor, heading for your ex, flash through her head. And no, she's not ashamed, none of you three are ashamed of it.

Billie is a small nuclear suitcase with enormous destructive power, and you're the only one who can handle her. As the O'Connells pull into a quiet residential neighborhood to pick you up and go to Claudia's house together, the figure of your ex looms around the corner, heading toward you. Billie was ready to jump out of the car almost as she goes, and she doesn't give a damn about the pavement or the passenger seat she's strapped into. She'll rip that seat right out of the car and put it on her back, just so she can run up to you as fast as she can and become your shield. He's a whole head taller than you and two heads taller than her? She don't care! Your gesture is the only thing that stops her: your open palm, held out in front of her for a quarter of a second, and your gaze, which resembles in its seriousness the sharp metal plate against which Eilish scratches his wrists in his sacrificial desire to protect you.

"I want to run him over, Finn."

"I know." - Her brother touches her shoulder, squeezing her slightly while Shark whines. Wise blue waters, concentrated in his eyes, are also watching you closely. - "Just let her figure it out for herself, and if something goes wrong, we'll step in right away."

"His fucking presence here is already something that's going wrong." - A deep exhale squeezes her chest, and a dark bandana squeezes head. She sees you ball your palms into fists, and he smirks cheekily. Fuck!

Your lips move, dropping the scalding words she's trying so hard to read onto the pavement, and your opponent winds up waving his arms in anger and poking you in the shoulder with his finger. Forcefully and sharply. Eilish genuinely enjoys, imagining his phalanges crunching under her hands from the exertion.

"I'm going to fuck him up!" - her blue eyes burst with stinging lightning, and her hand instantly touches the metal handle on the door. Shark, feeling the muscles in his mistress' legs contract, immediately retracts his muzzle, brave at her. His deep eyes look childishly trusting, waiting for any instructions.

Finneas unbuckled his seat belt, fumbling for the button with his long, musical fingers (the beige strip immediately slides into place by the mechanism), and then grabs his little sister around the waist with both hands, pinning her to the chair. The door of the red Tesla slams close.

"Fuck, Finn, that's just impossible!", - Eilish was boiling like a teapot.

"Don't, Billie! Chill out!"

"Why do I have to sit here when some asshole is harassing my girlfriend?" - she throws his hands off her but stays where she is. Elemental brotherly-sisterly respect. Finn pokes at the display in front of him and all four doors click shut, locking. Billie takes offense and that's still putting it mildly, but both are well aware of how impulsive Eilish is when differentiated into the merciless, unforgiving garb of anger.

Your posture is calm, but also tense: she can see how strain your back is and how the tendons play under the skin of your neck. The man is almost spitting in your face, loudly spewing all the bile he has accumulated. Billie can hear the word "whore!" blowing through the windshield with the warm breeze. She turned her head expectantly, and saw Finneas instantly mirror her own gaze: blue eyes filled with a gray sheen, reminiscent of geysers. Him excellent upbringing is making itself felt, and Billie clings to it with both hands, bowling her brother's cold mind.

"Would you put up with such a thing if it involved Claudia...?"

Finneas is silent, and his nostrils flare: sometimes too good a creative imagination becomes a punishment.

"No." - Coldly, and with a note of impending anger.

"So let me out, be a good brother." - The voice drops to a trance-inducing muffled wheezing.

He exhales, filling the silence hanging over them in the moment. A chest heaves the floor of his white t-shirt, and his hands while face covers exhaustedly, when he weighing his options. Eilish knows he'll never let her down, so she watches calmly, even though everything in her stomach turns over with burning tension. The soles of her high jordans tap out a rhythm, trying to tame the impatience.

"Just don't make a mess of things, please, Bils." - His earnest, confiding plea.

The doors click muffled again. It's open. Kindred blueness meets for a second: her mute and sincere 'thank you', confirming his expectations, is legitimized by his nod. The red hair ravels beautifully in the sun.

And as soon as Billie has one foot on the sun-hot asphalt, you turn your head in her direction: the steel of your gaze meets her anxious seas. She freezes, clinging to the open door as Shark comes down with an amused tinkle of his claws. "Paparazzi," she reads from the curve of your lips before your nose meets head-on with the man's fist.

Eilish's mind was blown, and she seemed to forget for a moment how to breathe, even though she'd been doing it for twenty-two years without a break. Her eyes gleam a deadly murky sapphire, and her eyebrows converge on the bridge of her nose in a torn, streaky stroke of ink on paper, heralding infernal retribution. Now your words of warning carry no weight with her. Finneas is like a tall, graceful pillar, leaping out of the parlor in one merged motion. Running toward you with clenched fists, driven by a sense of righteous anger.

"Protect!" - Eilish's loud voice shakes the heat of the street and the pit bull snaps out of his seat, growling menacingly. - "Protect!"

She runs towards you and the pendants make a silvery clinking noise around her neck. She outruns everyone: her brother, her thoughts of consequences and reputation. It's now completely colorless and unimportant, the only thing ahead of her is the faithful gray dog that lives up to its name. The gray powerful back flickers, cutting through the air like a shark through the water. You only clumsily dodge another powerful blow, falling to the asphalt by inertia: the palm of your hand burns with the lingering pain of contact with the ground, revealing a thin bloody web, and your nose buzzes disgustingly. The dripping blood settles on your lips with a metallic taste as you squint, either from the pain or from the blinding sun, shielding yourself with healthy hand from another incoming blow.

You're the lord of the whole little army. Billie immediately snuggles you in his arms, diving almost bare-kneed onto the pavement with the ease of a phoenix; Finneas stands immovably across from you, covering you both with his broad back, looking like a vengeful archangel in his white T-shirt; Shark, like the devil from the snuffbox, who has caught hold of your ex-boyfriend's long pant and pulls the hard material toward him with a growl. The man shrieks, and all this three pairs of blue eyes give him a punishing coldness that gives him no hint of mercy.

"With me." - her strong voice excites you, giving you an adrenaline rush. The gray pit bull abruptly lets go of the cloth (causing the guy to almost lose his balance) and obediently sits down next to her, snorting.

"You Hollywood rich guys sticking up for that slu..."

"You shut your damn mouth now!" - Finneas stiffly cuts him off halfheartedly.

Billie rises slowly and strides toward them with such haughty superiority and a smirk that somewhere a whole cast of movie villains are weeping at their insignificance. Small, but so majestic. She abruptly grabs the guy by the collar of his solid-colored shirt, bending him almost in half: now she looks him straight in the eyes without raising her head a millimeter. The cold splinters in her eyes make a warning noise like a rattle on a rattlesnake's tail, making her "victim" almost whimper like a Yorkshire terrier.

"You come near her again, I'll wipe you out. Knuckle by knuckle, you understand?"

"You have no proof, I can turn it against you!" - his voice reminds you of the pathetic bleating of a lousy sheep.

And you laugh, literally sink into laughing, smearing the blood on your face with your fist. Everyone turns to look at you, but all you do is throw your head up in a fit of laughter. A smirk smeared with blood is your best accessory.

"You've remained a complete idiot! Did it never occur to you that you started to sort things out right in front of a lot of video cameras?"

You nod your head at the wooden courtyards one by one, and the man's confidence shatters. Finneas smiles contentedly, Billie immediately realizes the source of your confidence, immediately comparing the details of your scheme. And how sweet revenge becomes! Eilish pulls him back on top of him, regaining eye contact. The blue maelstrom halves him, spitting him out instantly. Her uber-confident smirk is the final chord on his microscopic dignity

"So I repeat - get out of here, you pathetic puppy!"

Shark barked contentedly.

×××

The four of you arrive at Claudia's house right after your visit to the hospital. Once they're all in the living room together, Billie doesn't let go of you for a second, hugging you defensively from behind and just sucking in your scent with her nose, nuzzling into your shoulder, neck, hair, whatever.

"I was so worried about you, underdog..." - the whisper burns the curl of your ear as you try to gently touch your slightly swollen nose with your fingers, oohing. A bruise, and that's glorious. Much better than a possible fracture. - "I'm not going anywhere from you now, ever."

"Billie," - you turn to face her, kissing the chiseled line of her jaw. The tip of your nose touches her neck, and you squeeze your eyes shut, multicolored sparks of pain scattering before your eyes. She immediately pulls away from you slightly, gently touching her palms to your face. - "You, Finn, and Shark are my best protectors."

"Careful, my girl."

You feel warmth and a slight tickle as she strokes your cheekbones with her thumbs. The previously restless blue eyes are now like a calm marina.

You giggle, and you're not entirely sure why, whether it's because of a silly thought or because Shark, who's lying next to you on the couch, grunted loudly in his sleep.

"Did I look like you in the 'bad guy' music video? You know, with all that blood on my face..."

Eilish chuckles, brings your healthy hand to her lips and bestows a flock of little kisses on each knuckle. You want to purr.

"Very similar."

And you smack her on the lips, rewarding her for every second she spent tense, watching you. You don't care if your nose hurts. It'll heal.

[leetotters]

tiktok

tom holland x reader

warnings: nothing

summary: tiktok with tom.

i saw finneas o'connell girlfriend do this with him and decided to write this.

You scrolled through Tiktok, having been obsessed with the app for the past year during the world pandemic, Tiktok made you do a lot of things and spend a good bit of money, but it kept you on your toes easily lessening your boredom.

Tom teased you multiple times, saying that you spent more time on the app instead of cuddling with him, which you simply rolled your eyes at. He thought it was immature only for teens but he didn’t know what he was missing, until he saw you attempting to learn the infamous tiktok dance ‘The Wap’, Tom got hard right there eyes trained on your ass.

From then on, he encouraged you to learn more, even showing you a few which popped up on his Instagram feed, all included some type of the throwing back move.

You didn’t post your Tiktoks publicly though, always saving them privately for your eyes only, the reason being you wanted to be as private as possible and also Tom whining to you he did not want anyone watching you shaking your ass, having that only reserved for him.

But you stumbled on a cute couple Tiktok that day, the one where you and your partner point to each other ‘embarrassing couple questions’, you sprinted out to the garden where you saw Tom playing with Tessa, calling him out to come inside.

“What’s up darling” he asked, throwing the ball for Tessa once more then made his way towards you, pecking your lips, his full attention on you.

“Oh I saw this cute couple thing on Tikok and thought-” but he cut you off shaking his head.

“Darling no” 

“Tom please”

“No” he responded hands crossed across his chest.

“Fine,” you spoke making your way to the sofa, “Don’t expect me to do those dances for you anymore then” you sighed fishing your phone out of your pocket and setting up the audio knowing he was going to agree in 1..2..

“Okay I’ll do the Tiktok with you love” he responded sitting next to you, moving you on to his lap and snuggling his face in your clothed chest leaving fluttery kisses making you grin.

You stood up making Toms head fall forward, you propped your phone on the coffee table using the decorative bowl as the stand.

You plopped yourself down on the fluffy rug while Tom remained on the sofa, a pink pillow resting on his legs as he played with your hair.

The audio began to play, making you and Tom listen attentively to the upcoming questions.

‘ Who overthinks everything’ you pointed to yourself and so did Tom

‘Who showers less’ Tom shrugged pointing to himself, you immediately flicking your finger towards him. 

‘Who’s always eating’ you chuckled placing a finger to your chest, Tom also holding his finger at you.

‘Who has a nicer butt’ you proudly pointed to yourself, while Tom held a finger towards you smiling smugly saying “You really do have a nice butt love” you only shook your head turning around to smack his leg.

‘Who is more possessive’ you scrunched your face holding your index finger to Tom, Tom just nodded to himself.

‘ Who drools more’ Both of you broke out grinning recalling the amount of times seeing the wet spot on your pillow case.

‘Who curses more’ you pointed to Tom making him watch you with wide eyes as his finger was on you, “C’mon doll you curse almost in every sentence” you just smiled at him.

‘Who always sleeps in’ Tom huffed loudly holding his finger to you, “Y/N for sure”

‘Who’s always on their phone’ you raised your hand, laughing out loud when Tom mumbled,” On this stupid app all the bloody time”

‘Who has the worst singing voice’ your hand quickly shot up to Tom, finding him staring at you with an offended face.

‘Who takes the most selfies’ you nor Tom answered only shrugging at each other.

‘Who is the law breaker’ you shyly raised your hand to yourself remembering the time you got drunk and entered someone's private property with your friends to smoke weed and some lady called the cops. Tom just chuckled, knowing the entire story but playfully stared with astonished eyes for the Tiktok.

The audio ended, you scooched up back into Toms inviting lap grabbing your phone and editing the video.

“ You should post it doll” Tom stated, his eyes on your phone screen while you fixed the video.

“ I think we should” you agreed, knowing the fans will go crazy seeing Tom.

You captioned the Tiktok with a simple pink heart, uploading it to your page already sure that your secret account wasn’t going to be much a secret after it.

Hours passed, Tom and you were in your shared bedroom peacefully cuddling when you decided to check your phone, notifications from Tiktok began popping out of no where making you open the app.

You stared mouth agape at the number of likes, exactly 1.5 million just in the length of five hours, you clicked the comments chuckling and showing Tom.

Thollandfan: my favorite couple 😻

Hollandsimp: Tom looks hot, think I might faint🥵🥰

Y/nismywife: Y/N looks so gorgeous as always omg 💕

Quacksonparker: MY PARENTS ARE FINALLY ON HERE OMG

Y/NL/Nsimper: I do agree Y/N has a nice butt😏

Parkerhollandmcu: OMFG TOM HOLLAND AND Y/N L/N NHJBC

RubyHolland: you both are so adorable, my heart💓

tom.edits: ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THE LAST QUESTION-

Tom let out a hearty laugh pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours, “Guess we’re Tiktok famous now love”

[bmars-news]

2022 GRAMMYs Awards Show: Nominations List

The 2022 GRAMMYs Awards show, officially known as the 64th GRAMMY Awards, has been rescheduled to Sunday, April 3, at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas.

The 2022 GRAMMYs Awards show, officially known as the 64th GRAMMY Awards, is just around the corner. Today, the Recording Academy announced the nominations for each of the 86 categories.

(The 64th GRAMMY Awards recognize recordings released between Sept. 1, 2020 — Sept. 30, 2021.)

The Recording Academy will present the 2022 GRAMMY Awards show on Sunday, April 3, on the CBS Television Network and stream live and on demand on Paramount+ from 8–11:30 p.m. ET / 5–8:30 p.m. PT. Prior to the telecast, the GRAMMY Awards Premiere Ceremony will be streamed live on GRAMMY.com and the Recording Academy's YouTube channel. Additional details about the dates and locations of other official GRAMMY Week events, including the GRAMMY Awards Premiere Ceremony, MusiCares' Person of the Year, and the Pre-GRAMMY Gala, will be announced soon.

GENERAL FIELD

1. Record Of The Year Award to the Artist and to the Producer(s), Recording Engineer(s) and/or Mixer(s) and mastering engineer(s), if other than the artist.

I Still Have Faith In You ABBA Benny Andersson & Björn Ulvaeus, producers; Benny Andersson & Bernard Löhr, engineers/mixers; Björn Engelmann, mastering engineer

Freedom Jon Batiste Jon Batiste, DJ Khalil, Kizzo & Autumn Rowe, producers; Russ Elevado, Kizzo & Manny Marroquin, engineers/mixers; Michelle Mancini, mastering engineer

I Get A Kick Out Of You Tony Bennett & Lady Gaga Dae Bennett, producer; Dae Bennett & Josh Coleman, engineers/mixers; Greg Calbi & Steve Fallone, mastering engineers

Peaches Justin Bieber Featuring Daniel Caesar & Giveon Louis Bell, Josh Gudwin, HARV, Shndo & Andrew Watt, producers; Josh Gudwin & Andrew Watt, engineers/mixers; Colin Leonard, mastering engineer

Right On Time Brandi Carlile Dave Cobb & Shooter Jennings, producers; Brandon Bell & Tom Elmhirst, engineers/mixers; Pete Lyman, mastering engineer

Kiss Me More Doja Cat Featuring SZA Rogét Chahayed, tizhimself & Yeti Beats, producers; Rob Bisel, Serban Ghenea, Rian Lewis & Joe Visciano, engineers/mixers; Mike Bozzi, mastering engineer

Happier Than Ever Billie Eilish FINNEAS, producer; Billie Eilish, FINNEAS & Rob Kinelski, engineers/mixers; Dave Kutch, mastering engineer

Montero (Call Me By Your Name) Lil Nas X Omer Fedi, Roy Lenzo & Take A Daytrip, producers; Denzel Baptiste, Serban Ghenea, John Hanes & Roy Lenzo, engineers/mixers; Chris Gehringer, mastering engineer

drivers license Olivia Rodrigo Daniel Nigro, producer; Mitch McCarthy & Daniel Nigro, engineers/mixers; Randy Merrill, mastering engineer

Leave The Door Open Silk Sonic Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II & Bruno Mars, producers; Serban Ghenea, John Hanes & Charles Moniz, engineers/mixers; Randy Merrill, mastering engineer

2. Song Of The Year A Songwriter(s) Award. A song is eligible if it was first released or if it first achieved prominence during the Eligibility Year. (Artist names appear in parentheses.) Singles or Tracks only.

Bad Habits Fred Gibson, Johnny McDaid & Ed Sheeran, songwriters (Ed Sheeran)

A Beautiful Noise Ruby Amanfu, Brandi Carlile, Brandy Clark, Alicia Keys, Hillary Lindsey, Lori McKenna, Linda Perry & Hailey Whitters, songwriters (Alicia Keys & Brandi Carlile)

drivers license Daniel Nigro & Olivia Rodrigo, songwriters (Olivia Rodrigo)

Fight For You Dernst Emile II, H.E.R. & Tiara Thomas, songwriters (H.E.R.)

Happier Than Ever Billie Eilish O'Connell & Finneas O'Connell, songwriters (Billie Eilish)

Kiss Me More Rogét Chahayed, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Lukasz Gottwald, Carter Lang, Gerard A. Powell II, Solána Rowe & David Sprecher, songwriters (Doja Cat Featuring SZA)

Leave The Door Open Brandon Anderson, Christopher Brody Brown, Dernst Emile II & Bruno Mars, songwriters (Silk Sonic)

Montero (Call Me By Your Name) Denzel Baptiste, David Biral, Omer Fedi, Montero Hill & Roy Lenzo, songwriters (Lil Nas X)

Peaches Louis Bell, Justin Bieber, Giveon Dezmann Evans, Bernard Harvey, Felisha "Fury" King, Matthew Sean Leon, Luis Manuel Martinez Jr., Aaron Simmonds, Ashton Simmonds, Andrew Wotman & Keavan Yazdani, songwriters (Justin Bieber Featuring Daniel Caesar & Giveon)

Right On Time Brandi Carlile, Dave Cobb, Phil Hanseroth & Tim Hanseroth, songwriters (Brandi Carlile)

R&B

3. Best R&B Performance For new vocal or instrumental R&B recordings.

Lost You Snoh Aalegra

Peaches Justin Bieber Featuring Daniel Caesar & Giveon

Damage H.E.R.

Leave The Door Open Silk Sonic

Pick Up Your Feelings Jazmine Sullivan

4. Best R&B Song A Songwriter(s) Award. A song is eligible if it was first released or if it first achieved prominence during the Eligibility Year. (Artist names appear in parentheses.) Singles or Tracks only.

Damage Anthony Clemons Jr., Jeff Gitelman, H.E.R., Carl McCormick & Tiara Thomas, songwriters (H.E.R.)

Good Days Jacob Collier, Carter Lang, Carlos Munoz, Solána Rowe & Christopher Ruelas, songwriters (SZA)

Heartbreak Anniversary Giveon Evans, Maneesh, Sevn Thomas & Varren Wade, songwriters (Giveon)

Leave The Door Open Brandon Anderson, Christopher Brody Brown, Dernst Emile II & Bruno Mars, songwriters (Silk Sonic)

Pick Up Your Feelings Denisia “Blue June” Andrews, Audra Mae Butts, Kyle Coleman, Brittany “Chi” Coney, Michael Holmes & Jazmine Sullivan, songwriters (Jazmine Sullivan)

source: grammy.com

[chrissv4mp]

KINKTOBER '24

𝜗𝜚 eilish , beer , etc.

sweet dreams ; billie eilish

mine.mp3 ; billie eilish

the feeling's mutual ; billie eilish

warm me up ; billie eilish

livestream ; billie eilish

agora hills ; billie eilish

𝜗𝜚 sturniolo , o'connell , etc.

cornmaze ; chris sturniolo

secrets ; finneas o'connell

[teaaagan]

Jail

Billie and Y/N sitting in jail together*

Y/N: So who should we call?

Billie: I'd call Finneas, but I feel safer in jail

[hollywoodfamerp]

UNFOLLOW (5+ DAYS OF INACTIVITY: THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN REOPENED)

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Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Can you open up the door?

A/n: she takes you to her home, lovingly sheltering you from the heavy downpour so rare in LA. Takes you, and it seems, your love and all the inner contradictions along with fears caused by the public.

Inspired by the atmosphere of "CHIHIRO".

You know perfectly well that arguing with Eilish's decisions is a losing proposition, not in all cases, but in the vast majority of them. Your clothes are soaked to the skin, and the wind, though not quite cold but assertive, hints that all this will leave a mark on your immunity in the near future. Only as long as you can hear her voice on the other line, you don't care at all, frankly. You clench your chilled fingers a little tighter and hold the phone closer to your ear, because the rain noise makes it hard to hear her.

"You don't even know where I am right now."

"I know and I'm on my way to Amir's Garden to pick you up," she says uncompromisingly, and you realize Billie is really serious when you hear the click of a seatbelt and the noise of an engine in the background. Fucking hell! A puzzle quickly forms in your head: surely Finneas must have told her everything, knowing your plans. You think, you're need to talk a little less about yourself.

"Wow, what a commanding tone, Ms. O'Connell," - your pathetic attempt at defensive irony is immediately shot down by her chuckle, but you don't want to end this game. - "Do you like to lead?"

"Do you still doubt it?" - the slight hoarseness in her voice awakens a short-term flash of current in the back of your head, dispersing a pack of goosebumps on your hands and speeding up your heartbeat. You almost exhale deeply into the tube, but you pulls yourself back in time - it's too ambiguous a gesture, she shouldn't know. Not now. There is a slight mutual silence on the wire and you are content with the barely perceptible rustle of wheels, bringing thoughts and feelings into relative order.

"Just don't go anywhere, okay?"

"I was waiting in the garden, contemplating, beg your pardon," - you smirk softly, humming the now so appropriate line.

"It's not fair to mock me with my own songs, girl."

"Leave me at least something, Eilish," - you smile, imagining her childishly sly expression frozen in imaginary offense.

You drop the call and lean your back against the trunk of a tree with a spreading crown. Well, all that's left is to wait.

×××

"Damn, you're all wet!"

"Can we be a little less blatant, Billie?" - you plop down into the passenger seat next to her, slipping your seatbelt on in one motion until it clicks into place. It's impossible to wipe the smirk off your face after this joke. Naturally, you lost in your verbal altercation and Eilish arrived as she wanted, but no one forbade you to get even at the expense of lewd jokes, right?

"Shut up, you know what I meant," - Billie snorts amusedly, blue eyes sweeping over you from head to toe. - "I just want to help you, my underdog and... I missed you."

You meet her eyes and sparks shoot up in the back of your head again, like multi-colored fireworks, and the cog of anxiety that has been a regular in your head lately starts to slowly spin, revealing before your eyes the endless lines of negative comments you've read today. What bad timing.

"Is something wrong?" - and you're not even surprised. Billie reads people like an open book, her incredible talent that you sometimes get a little jealous of.

"A little later, Bils, I promise," - the gray highlights merge with the infinite blue of her irises - understanding mixed with worry. You gently touch her hand resting calmly on the gearbox and deftly interlock your fingers, creating an overall perfect puzzle. The feel of her skin makes you feel so warm inside. - "I missed you too, love."

Eilish blurs into a smile, clinging to the last word, which is new to both of you, and your heart does a somersault. You've only been dating for a week and you need to get used to this. Going from being friends to lovers is a strange but pleasant thing.

"Shall we go?"

"You don't deserve her!", "Another affair, pfft...", "Disgusting!" - The cog speeds up, causing your single nervous exhalation to shatter the silence of the cabin as if you had shotgunned the roof above you two.

Her lips touch your knuckles on the palm still closed with her, saving you from the captivity of the stinging words of Internet strangers. The sound of rain rhythmically drumming on the body of the Dodge suddenly fills your ears. She seems to know everything.

"Please, can I stay with you?" you look at Eilish as if she were a prayer altar: blue eyes reflecting your deep hope mixed with fatigue and helplessness. Warm smile of her beautiful lips is your impulse to confessional.

"I wasn't going to let you go, silly."

×××

You reach her house in silence: no unnecessary questions and jokes, just the sound of a non-stop downpour. Billie is completely focused on the road, and with your finger you are already drawing the eighth heart on the fogged window, like amulets from voracious thoughts. Dodge smoothly pulls into the parking lot, and you don't really remember how you find yourself in her bedroom, sitting lost on a huge bed.

"Hey, my girl," - the back of her palm touches your cheek incredibly softly, causing you to immediately stare at her. Eilish is kneeling in front of you, in her arms a warm red sweater with two white stripes in it, and her eyes are pure silver steel. It's not clear if she's mirroring the frowning sky looming outside the huge panoramic bedroom window, or if anxiety is stirring so strongly within her, crowding out all the peaceful blue of her irises. - "Put it on, I don't want you to get sick."

"It's from the CHIHIRO shoot, right?" - you take off your wet T-shirt and folding it accurately, as if won't throw it in the wash. Billie pulls the sweater over you, nodding affirmatively. The gray steel of her eyes doesn't open from you for a second. - "I've never seen 'Spirited Away'. It's silly, but as a kid I was always scared about those pigs and turned off the TV right away, and over time I just plain forgot I wanted to watch it to the end."

"Do you want to watch it together?" - her hands touch your waist, gently stroking your sides as if supporting you through the touch. If you were in a different frame of mind, you'd let go of a million jokes. The domineering Eilish kneeling in front of you is quite a display.

"I don't think the person who wrote an entire song about this anime would be interested," her palms calculatingly slowly slide off your waist to obligingly offer you warm house shorts. - "You've probably reviewed it back to back."

"With a girl like that, looking so mind-blowing in my sweater, I'm ready to look at least a thousand more times," - she moves a little closer to your face, lifting herself slightly on the arms on either side of your hips. Her lips, where you instantly shifted your gaze to, now have the hottest smirk you've ever seen in your entire life. You feel the flame of embarrassment flicker across your cheeks. Billie bites her lower lip and you immediately look at the top of her head, out of harm's way. For the first time, you notice that she's a little wet herself, running out of the car with you.

"Only if you wear a sweater too so you don't get sick, O'Connell." - you kiss her gently on the forehead, because kissing on the lips is still embarrassing. She agrees.

×××

"Haku, you know, my mom told me... I don't remember much myself. When I was little, I fell into a river once. Now the river's been filled in. They built houses there. But I just remembered! I remembered what it was called." - You watch the little girl fly on the dragon under the moon itself, holding onto its horns, and suddenly you feel Еilish's hands pull you closer into her arms. You only rest your head on her shoulder, relaxing completely and covering your eyes for a second against the coziness around you. - "It was called - Amber River. Kohakugawa. Your real name is Kohakugawa."

"I know everything, y/n. I know they write everything," Billie whispers softly, scorching your ear with hot breathing. You immediately jump up, open your eyes abruptly, and stare at her with an understanding and frightened look, echoing exactly the emotion of Kohakugawa himself. - "Hey, hey, hey! Relax, baby, I'm right here."

Billie deftly grabs the remote and pauses the footage with a barely audible click of a button, and your anxiety cog is spinning in your head again, winding up your sanity at an insanely fast pace. Again a shroud of avatars with mostly pictures of her, again a cluster of venomous the letters, "You don't deserve her!", "She's probably with her out of pity.", "Billie has everything but taste in girls." Click, click, click! You put your hands on your head like you're covering your ears. O'Connell reaches her hands toward you, and you leap out of bed in one strong and sharp, the word of a bucket of boiling water being splashed on you. It becomes so damn hard to breathe. The steel in her eyes, even in the semi-darkness of the room is intense and red-hot to the extreme.

"Y/n..."

"They're all right, Billie! I don't deserve you! I'm such a fucking coward!"

You grab desperately at the collar of your sweater, the word that imaginary lump in your throat is about to cause asphyxiation if you don't. Your hands shake uncontrollably, your gaze darting from side to side, clinging to the huge plasma, to the chair, to the corners of the sheets hanging from the bed, but returning to her each time. You see her slowly rise from the bed. You see it, and you immediately run to the stairs without even thinking about it. The cog clicks wildly, drowning out even the sound of footsteps that immediately overtake you. Your hands cling to the railing as you twisted your ankle on a hurried descent. Close your teeth tightly against the waves of acute pain and run, run, run!

But you realize you can't, leaning back powerlessly against the wall, already near the door. You can't because it hurts too much to run, and you can't because you love her too much. Billie pushes you against the wall even tighter in a second, looming over you like a hurricane. Arms spread on either side of you. You're trapped. Her breath hitches a little, scorching your neck, but her face shows nothing like anger, only seriousness and concern. She stares at you so intently that you think the wall behind you is about to crack and fall to dust.

Confident, yet lost in words, she finds nothing better than her own lines

"Open up the door, can you open up the door?" - she touches both palms to your face and you feel for the first time how much they shaking, - "I know you said before you can't cope with any more..."

"That's my favorite line from your song," - you flap your nose, realizing you really can't take it anymore.

"I know."

And you cry, shamelessly and right in front of her. You feel the salty, clear paths from your eyes dripping down her arms, see the worried silver in her eyes change to their usual tantalizing ghostly blue. You feel her clutch you in hers tightly, sliding down the wall with you. You hiss at the pain in your ankle and she shudders fearfully, fingers touching your chin and lifting your head. Your gazes meet and you see the weeping oceans opposite, so bright against the pinkish whites. She is crying along with you.

"Did you fall? God, y/n, we have to...," - her pleasant husky voice twitches with worry and tears, and you cover her neat, plump lips with yours, silencing her. She responds immediately, biting your lower lip lightly in a silent plea for more. You obediently open your mouth, immediately meeting her tongue. You feel the salt from your tears and the heat in your heart. True, and much lower, too.

"I'm scared, Billie," - you say honestly, palms resting on her collarbones. The cog in your head immediately fall with a clatter, crack in two. - "I said I wouldn't be afraid of some strangers' opinions, but it turned out not to be like that at all. I seem to be hated now, even for just breathing."

"I understand, my heart," - Billie put her arm around you, her hands stroking your back. From your shoulder blades to your tailbone, over and over again. - "But I chose you, not any of them, remember. You are my conscious choice. You are my love."

You hear her reply, finally finding the reassurance you need. "You are my conscious choice." The storm of words subsides as you standing this phrase on a shelf in your head like a trophy. The wreckage of the cogwheel of worry dissolves altogether, disappearing into infinity.

Eilish catches your smile and kisses you immediately. Your hands cling at her neck, and she moans gutturally as she gets what she wants. But she pulls away immediately:

"We need to take care of your ankle first, dumbass. I'll dial the number of a docotra I know."

"And then?" - you ask so childishly naive as Billie helps you gently stand up and you walk leisurely toward the couch in her living room.

"And then we'll watch this anime and I'll take back every kiss you owe me when I've been gentlemanly patient." - She sits you down on the soft couch, plopping down next to you. With her hand, she immediately pulls out her cell phone from the pocket of her home shorts. - " To make sure you heard exactly what I said."

"Thank you. For everything."

And later you do make out to one of Hayao Miyazaki's great masterpieces, just as she promised.

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RECORDING ACADEMY® ANNOUNCES NOMINEES FOR THE 64TH ANNUAL GRAMMY AWARDS®

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - NOVEMBER 23: Harvey Mason jr., CEO of the Recording Academy speaks onstage during the 64th Annual GRAMMY Awards Nominations at the GRAMMY Museum on November 23, 2021 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Rich Fury/Getty Images for The Recording Academy)

       NUMBER OF NOMINEES IN THE GENERAL FIELD CATEGORIES RECORD OF THE YEAR, ALBUM OF THE YEAR, SONG OF THE YEAR, AND BEST NEW ARTIST EXPANDS FROM EIGHT TO 10

          SANTA MONICA, CALIF. (NOV. 23, 2021) — The Recording Academy® has revealed nominees for the 64th Annual GRAMMY Awards® and announced that, for the first time, there will be 10 nominees in each of the General Field Categories: Record Of The Year, Album Of The Year, Song Of The Year, and Best New Artist. This year's top nominees include Jon Batiste (11), Justin Bieber (8), Doja Cat (8); H.E.R. (8), Billie Eilish (7), and Olivia Rodrigo (7). As the only peer-selected music accolade, the GRAMMY Awards are voted on by the Recording Academy's voting membership body of music makers, who represent all genres and creative disciplines, including recording artists, songwriters, producers, mixers, and engineers.

         "This is an exciting day for music," said Harvey Mason jr., CEO of the Recording Academy. "These nominations beautifully reflect today’s broad and diverse musical landscape. I congratulate all of the nominees and everyone who submitted work. I’m also so proud of our voters. They voted in record numbers and brought their very best to evaluating the work of their peers, and I thank them on behalf of the entire music community."

     LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - NOVEMBER 23: Tayla Pax speaks onstage during the 64th Annual GRAMMY Awards Nominations at the GRAMMY Museum on November 23, 2021 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Rich Fury/Getty Images for The Recording Academy)

     This year's nominees were voted on by Recording Academy voting members from nearly 22,000 eligible entries and reflect the wide range of artistic innovation that defined the year in music (Sept. 1, 2020–Sept. 30, 2021). The final round of GRAMMY voting is Dec. 6, 2021–Jan. 5, 2022. The Recording Academy will present the GRAMMY Awards on Mon, Jan. 31, 2022, on the CBS Television Network and stream live and on demand on Paramount+ from 8–11:30 p.m. ET / 5–8:30 p.m. PT. Prior to the telecast, the GRAMMY Awards Premiere Ceremony® will be held at the Microsoft Theater at 12:30 p.m. PT and will be streamed live on GRAMMY.com and the Recording Academy's YouTube channel.

    The following is a sampling of nominations from the 64th Annual GRAMMY Awards' 26 Fields and 86 Categories. For a complete nominations list, visit www.grammy.com

      Record Of The Year "I Still Have Faith In You" — ABBA "Freedom" — Jon Batiste "I Get A Kick Out Of You" — Tony Bennett & Lady Gaga "Peaches" — Justin Bieber Featuring Daniel Caesar & Giveon "Right On Time" — Brandi Carlile "Kiss Me More" — Doja Cat Featuring SZA "Happier Than Ever" — Billie Eilish "Montero" (Call Me By Your Name) — Lil Nas X "drivers license" — Olivia Rodrigo "Leave The Door Open" — Silk Sonic

        Album Of The Year: We Are — Jon Batiste Love For Sale — Tony Bennett & Lady Gaga Justice (Triple Chucks Deluxe) — Justin Bieber Planet Her (Deluxe) — Doja Cat Happier Than Ever — Billie Eilish Back Of My Mind — H.E.R. Montero — Lil Nas X Sour — Olivia Rodrigo Evermore — Taylor Swift Donda — Kanye West

       Song Of The Year "Bad Habits" — Fred Gibson, Johnny McDaid & Ed Sheeran, songwriters (Ed Sheeran) "A Beautiful Noise" — Ruby Amanfu, Brandi Carlile, Brandy Clark, Alicia Keys, Hillary Lindsey, Lori McKenna, Linda Perry & Hailey Whitters, songwriters (Alicia Keys And Brandi Carlile) "drivers license" — Daniel Nigro & Olivia Rodrigo, songwriters (Olivia Rodrigo) "Fight For You" — Dernst Emile II, H.E.R. & Tiara Thomas, songwriters (H.E.R.) "Happier Than Ever" — Billie Eilish O'Connell & Finneas O'Connell, songwriters (Billie Eilish) "Kiss Me More" —  Rogét Chahayed, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Lukasz Gottwald, Carter Lang, Gerard A. Powell II, Solána Rowe & David Sprecher, songwriters (Doja Cat Featuring SZA) "Leave The Door Open" — Brandon Anderson, Christopher Brody Brown, Dernst Emile II & Bruno Mars, songwriters (Silk Sonic) "Montero (Call Me By Your Name)" — Denzel Baptiste, David Biral, Omer Fedi, Montero Hill & Roy Lenzo, songwriters (Lil Nas X) "Peaches" — Louis Bell, Justin Bieber, Giveon Dezmann Evans, Bernard Harvey, Felisha "Fury" King, Matthew Sean Leon, Luis Manual Martinez Jr., Aaron Simmonds, Ashton Simmonds, Andrew Wotman & Keavan Yazdani, songwriters (Justin Bieber Featuring Daniel Caesar & Giveon) "Right On Time" — Brandi Carlile, Dave Cobb, Phil Hanseroth & Tim Hanseroth, songwriters (Brandi Carlile)

        Best New Artist Arooj Aftab Jimmie Allen Baby Keem FINNEAS Glass Animals Japanese Breakfast The Kid Laroi Arlo Parks Olivia Rodrigo Saweetie

     LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - NOVEMBER 23: Carly Pearce speaks onstage during the 64th Annual GRAMMY Awards Nominations at the GRAMMY Museum on November 23. 2021 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Rich Fury/Getty Images for The Recording Academy)

   Best Pop Vocal Album Justice (Triple Chucks Deluxe) — Justin Bieber Planet Her (Deluxe) — Doja Cat Happier Than Ever — Billie Eilish Positions — Ariana Grande Sour — Olivia Rodrigo

         Best Dance/Electronic Recording "Hero" — Afrojack & David Guetta "Loom" — Ólafur Arnalds Featuring Bonobo "Before" — James Blake "Heartbreak" — Bonobo & Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs "You Can Do It" — Caribou "Alive" — Rüfüs Du Sol "The Business" — Tiësto

     Best Alternative Music Album Shore — Fleet Foxes If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power — Halsey Jubilee — Japanese Breakfast Collapsed In Sunbeams — Arlo Parks Daddy's Home — St. Vincent

      Best R&B Performance "Lost You" — Snoh Aalegra "Peaches" — Justin Bieber Featuring Daniel Caesar & Giveon "Damage" — H.E.R. "Leave The Door Open" — Silk Sonic "Pick Up Your Feelings" — Jazmine Sullivan

      Best Progressive R&B Album New Light — Eric Bellinger Something To Say — Cory Henry Mood Valiant — Hiatus Kaiyote Table For Two — Lucky Daye Dinner Party: Dessert — Terrace Martin, Robert Glasper, 9th Wonder & Kamasi Washington Studying Abroad: Extended Stay — Masego

      Best Rap Performance "Family Ties" — Baby Keem Featuring Kendrick Lamar "Up" — Cardi B "m y . l i f e" — J. Cole Featuring 21 Savage & Morray "Way 2 Sexy" — Drake Featuring Future & Young Thug "Thot S***" — Megan Thee Stallion

     Best Rap Album The Off-Season — J. Cole Certified Lover Boy — Drake King's Disease II — Nas Call Me If You Get Lost — Tyler, The Creator Donda — Kanye West

      Best Country Song "Better Than We Found It" — Jessie Jo Dillon, Maren Morris, Jimmy Robbins & Laura Veltz, songwriters (Maren Morris) "camera roll" — Ian Fitchuk, Kacey Musgraves & Daniel Tashian, songwriters (Kacey Musgraves) "Cold" — Dave Cobb, J.T. Cure, Derek Mixon & Chris Stapleton, songwriters (Chris Stapleton) "Country Again" — Zach Crowell, Ashley Gorley & Thomas Rhett, songwriters (Thomas Rhett) "Fancy Like" — Cameron Bartolini, Walker Hayes, Josh Jenkins & Shane Stevens, songwriters (Walker Hayes) "Remember Her Name" — Mickey Guyton, Blake Hubbard, Jarrod Ingram &Parker Welling, songwriters (Mickey Guyton)     

Best Jazz Vocal Album Generations — The Baylor Project SuperBlue — Kurt Elling & Charlie Hunter Time Traveler — Nnenna Freelon Flor — Gretchen Parlato Songwrights Apothecary Lab — Esperanza Spalding

   Tasha Cobbs Leonard singing at Friendship West Baptist Church in Dallas, Texas. Photo by Naomi Richard.

              Best Gospel Album Changing Your Story — Jekalyn Carr Royalty: Live At The Ryman — Tasha Cobbs Leonard Jubilee: Juneteenth Edition — Maverick City Music Jonny x Mali: Live In LA — Jonathan McReynolds & Mali Music Believe For It — CeCe Winans

        Best Latin Pop Album Vértigo — Pablo Alborán Mis Amores — Paula Arenas Hecho A La Antigua — Ricardo Arjona Mis Manos — Camilo Mendó — Alex Cuba Revelación — Selena Gomez

      Best Música Urbana Album Afrodisíaco — Rauw Alejandro El Último Tour Del Mundo — Bad Bunny Jose — J Balvin KG0516 — KAROL G Sin Miedo (Del Amor Y Otros Demonios) 8 — Kali Uchis

     Best Global Music Performance "Mohabbat" — Arooj Aftab "Do Yourself" — Angelique Kidjo & Burna Boy "Pà Pá Pà" — Femi Kuti "Blewu" — Yo-Yo Ma & Angelique Kidjo "Essence" — WizKid Featuring Tems

      Best Spoken Word Album (Includes Poetry, Audio Books & Storytelling) Aftermath — LeVar Burton Carry On: Reflections For A New Generation From John Lewis — Don Cheadle Catching Dreams: Live At Fort Knox Chicago — J. Ivy 8:46 — Dave Chappelle & Amir Sulaiman A Promised Land — Barack Obama       

Best Opera Recording Album Bartók: Bluebeard's Castle — Helsinki Philharmonic Orchestra Glass: Akhnaten — The Metropolitan Opera Orchestra; The Metropolitan Opera Chorus Janáček: Cunning Little Vixen — London Symphony Orchestra; London Symphony Chorus & LSO Discovery Voices Little: Soldier Songs — The Opera Philadelphia Orchestra Poulenc: Dialogues Des Carmélites — The Metropolitan Opera Orchestra; The Metropolitan Opera Chorus      

Best Music Video "Shot In The Dark" — AC/DC "Freedom" — Jon Batiste "I Get A Kick Out Of You" — Tony Bennett & Lady Gaga "Peaches" — Justin Bieber Featuring Daniel Caesar & Giveon "Happier Than Ever" — Billie Eilish "Montero (Call Me By Your Name)" — Lil Nas X "Good 4 U" — Olivia Rodrigo

        Best Music Film: Inside — Bo Burnham David Byrne's American Utopia — David Byrne Happier Than Ever: A Love Letter To Los Angeles — Billie Eilish Music, Money, Madness...Jimi Hendrix In Maui — Jimi Hendrix Summer Of Soul — Various Artists

   ABOUT THE RECORDING ACADEMY The Recording Academy represents the voices of performers, songwriters, producers, engineers, and all music professionals. Dedicated to ensuring the recording arts remain a thriving part of our shared cultural heritage, the Academy honors music's history while investing in its future through the GRAMMY Museum®, advocates on behalf of music creators, supports music people in times of need through MusiCares®, and celebrates artistic excellence through the GRAMMY Awards — music's only peer-recognized accolade and highest achievement. As the world's leading society of music professionals, we work year-round to foster a more inspiring world for creators.

               For more information about the Academy, please visit www.grammy.com. For breaking news and exclusive content, follow @RecordingAcad on Twitter, "like" Recording Academy on Facebook, and join the Recording Academy's social communities on Instagram, YouTube and LinkedIn

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62nd Grammy Awards: Who Rocked The Red Carpet?

Once again, another year has passed and it's time to celebrate 2019's greatest names in music. The diversity in this year's 62nd Grammy awards knows no bounds as we welcome new artists like Lizzo and Billie Eilish into the folds. We have seen pop, rock, rap, and many other genres break barriers, but with music comes to fashion that equally made its mark in the industry. From Louis Vuitton to Gucci, fashion unites music and artists together. A staple of every red carpet and the most talked about, we are giving you a look at some of Couture's favorite looks from music's biggest night!

  Bebe Rexha

This year, Bebe Rexha wowed the red carpet in a complete opposite look of last year's beautiful red Monsoori number. Head to toe in a sleek power suit, a sheer chainmail inspired turtleneck and high-waisted pants completed this outfit for a very understated yet glamorous finish that we will want to copy in the future. 

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Thank you for having me @recordingacademy Thank you @christiancowan for making me this gorgeous suit Thank you @shaniatwain for presenting with me. A sad but beautiful night. 🖤

A post shared by Bebe Rexha (@beberexha) on Jan 26, 2020 at 8:44pm PST

  Ariana Grande

Rocking the red carpet in two different dresses, Ariana Grande did not hesitate to show off her sleek long ponytail and make a massive fashion statement. Her first gown, a custom gray Giambattista Valli Haute Couture, features layers of tulle and accessorized with long satin gloves. Not long after, she switched to a Schiaparelli two-piece number in the same tonal gray that wowed with a satin and crystal top piece and a large full skirt. Never to disappoint, Grande looked every part a princess on the red carpet.  

  You guys I have so many things to say about this, I can’t pick just one...🤩 @arianagrande #ERedCarpet #GRAMMYs #LiveFromE pic.twitter.com/LtsfHlTMCM

— E! Entertainment (@eentertainment) January 26, 2020

Billie Eilish

Clearly one of the biggest winners of the night, the now five-time winning Grammy artist arrived on the red carpet making her unique style known. The black and green custom Gucci oversized suit shined with glittering crystal GG details and matching Gucci sneakers that all matched her hair, nails, and personality. Despite her young age, Eilish embodied the style of Gucci with her own twist that left all of us in awe. 

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We’ll call you when the party’s over, @billieeilish just got to the #GRAMMYs. 🔥

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  Lizzo

Classy and glamorous, Lizzo not only took home a Grammy, but also one of the best looks of the evening. The Old Hollywood Glam strapless white Versace gown accentuated her body's silhouette with silver details and a thigh-high slit while a simple diamond necklace and fur shawl completed the look. Simply gorgeous, Lizzo did not hesitate to appear in an outfit fit for a goddess and that we will want to remember forever. 

#Lizzo arrives to the Grammy Awards in a bespoke #AtelierVersace dress. The white dress was embroidered by hand with Swarovski crystals in the House's Milanese atelier. #VersaceCelebrities #GRAMMYs pic.twitter.com/UKc5KsB2Ko

— VERSACE (@Versace) January 26, 2020

  John Legend 

Dapper and sleek while complimenting his wife's orange gown, John Legend stepped on the red carpet in a cool gray suit with a white button-down. The Alexander McQueen ensemble features a unique jacket with half of a long pleated front and white button-down for a simple yet classy and fashionable finish. 

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All of us, loves all of @johnlegend and @chrissyteigen. ❤️🎶

A post shared by Recording Academy / GRAMMYs (@recordingacademy) on Jan 26, 2020 at 5:00pm PST

  Finneas O'Connell

Definitely a different take on his sister's unique red carpet look, Finneas O'Connell arrived a winner alongside his younger sister Billie Eilish taking home a total of five Grammy awards. Boasting a floral print jacket and classic black suit pants and shoes, this simple yet fashionable look suited the young producer. 

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Five-time GRAMMY nominee @finneas.💥 #GRAMMYs

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  Lil Nas X

Expected not to disappoint with a star-studded stage, Lil Nas X took home two Grammy awards and grabbed the eyes of attendees on the red carpet with his cowboy-inspired hot pink ensemble. Decked from head to toe in custom Versace, the vibrant pink with added harnesses and a mesh top spoke volumes to the artist's style and personality. 

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Gonna take their horse to the... #GRAMMYs! 🐎 @lilnasx + @billyraycyrus 🐎

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  Tyler, the Creator

Not only did he take home his very first Grammy award for Best Rap Album, Tyler, the Creator showed off his eccentric personality on the stage and the red carpet. Complete with a luggage carrying his outfit for later in the evening, the pink and red custom Golf Le Fleur bellhop ensemble was definitely the talk of the night. 

.@tylerthecreator at the 2020 #Grammys. See more looks from tonight's red carpet: https://t.co/NGrqMIKy2x pic.twitter.com/ibkFC8JQ9q

— Vogue Runway (@VogueRunway) January 27, 2020

Billy Porter

Never one to disappoint, Billy Porter stunned the world again last night with his statement-making outfit. The form-fitting ensemble featured a turquoise fringed sequin jumpsuit designed by Scott Studenberg while a matching motorized hat allowed the fringe to be moved in order to see his matching makeup and continue to be the talk of social media until the next award show!

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Get on my nerves, and the curtain closes! 😂 Living for my @recordingacademy / #GRAMMYs custom @bajaeast lewk and custom hat by @sarahsokolmillinery styled by @sammyratelle. 💎💎💎 #grammys2020 . . Styling and Creative Direction by @sammyratelle for @rrrcreative agency | @thewallgroup⁠⠀ Make-Up by @nellichristine Cut by @johncotton3 Styling Assistants: @ashleymarienyc, @ashleydai1, @alexandra.bucokova Custom Look by @scottstudengerg of @bajaeast ⁠⠀ Custom Hat by @sarahsokolmillinery ⁠⠀ Mechanically enhanced by @smooth.technology ⁠⠀ Jewelry by @alexisbittar ⁠⠀ Custom handbag by @judithleiberny⁠⠀ Boots by @coach | Crystalized by @amorirstudio⁠⠀ Crystals provided by @preciosacomponents⁠⠀ Nails by @nailzbyvee | @cndworld 📸 by @santiagraphy & @gettyentertainment

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  Blake Shelton & Gwen Stefani 

While Blake Shelton went simple with a three-piece black suit, Gwen Stefani added a little flair with a short strapless Dolce & Gabbana piece. Bringing the sea to the most coveted award show, the ivory fabric of this dress was adorned with hundreds of seashells. Classy and interesting, this couple definitely made their name on the carpet.

  Gwen Stefani & Blake Shelton are a cute red carpet couple. #GRAMMYs pic.twitter.com/GGpAHlM3HF

— Entertainment Tonight (@etnow) January 27, 2020

  BTS 

Korean pop sensations taking over the world once again made their mark at the Grammys. Despite no nominations, the group of seven joined Lil Nas X, Billy Ray Cyrus, and Diplo on stage to perform "Seoul Town Road," a remix to the Grammy award-winning song. Simple yet completely stylish, the boy group looked dapper and stunning in Bottega Veneta coats and suits, ready to take on the weather and show off their impeccable style. 

BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. @bts_bighit #ERedCarpet #GRAMMYs #LiveFromE pic.twitter.com/Z3vFhdsO19

— E! Entertainment (@eentertainment) January 27, 2020

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It’s a family affair at the 2020 Grammy Awards.

“We’ve got the whole group, dad and mom, me and Billie,” Finneas O’Connell, Billie Eilish’s older brother and producer, said during PeopleTV’s Grammys red carpet pre-show on Sunday. “Someone will embarrass somebody of course. That’s the whole deal and that’s the best part.”

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O’Connell, 22, received five Grammy nominations, three of which were with his 18-year-old sister — who earned a total of six nods this year — in the album of the year, record of the year and song of the year categories.

His work on Eilish’s When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? already won O’Connell the Grammy statue for best engineered album, non-classical, plus he scored producer of the year, non-classical category.

“To me, one of the many reasons that when we first started making music I was never interested in calling it a duo, like having a band name, is because her vision,” O’Connell told PeopleTV’s PEOPLE Now host Jeremy Parsons and PEOPLE senior editor Janine Rubenstein. “It’s like 18-18, it’s like even sharper than 2002. It’s like, she knows exactly what she wants. She knows how to get what she wants. She knows what it’ll take. She knows even clearer when something isn’t quite right how to get it to where it needs to be. That to me is what a true artist is.”

Be sure to check out PEOPLE’s full Grammy Awards coverage to get the latest news on music’s biggest night.

O’Connell worked with Eilish on her chart-topping hit “Bad Guy.” “Even though we’re all together making songs and I produce them, it’s so her vision,” he continued. “Especially when we walk out on stage every night. It’s so meticulously thought through by Billie and I admire that endlessly in her.”

RELATED VIDEO: Gearing Up for the 2020 Grammys Awards

The producer and songwriter also talked about how proud he is of Eilish for opening up about her struggles with depression and anxiety.

“I’m so glad she’s being open with it because I think depression and anxiety, especially in people under the age of 25, is so, so important to talk about, so prevalent,” O’Connell said. “I think watching your sister or anyone that you are close with and love suffer from anything like that is such a scary thing because it’s not always something that you can have an impact on really other than being a good listener, being there for them.”

RELATED: Grammys 2020: Everything You Need to Know About Music’s Biggest Night

O’Connell encouraged everyone to be “supportive and encouraging” of anyone going through a tough time. “It’s always important to be checking in with people you love,” he said.

PeopleTV’s PEOPLE Now host Jeremy Parsons, PEOPLE Senior Editor Janine Rubenstein and Entertainment Weekly Senior News Editor Gerrad Hall are co-hosting a live red carpet pre-show ahead of the awards ceremony. Catch the full livestream above at 6 p.m. ET/3 p.m. PT or on PEOPLE’s Facebook and Twitter pages. You can also watch on the PeopleTV app, available on all of your favorite streaming devices.

Tune into the 62nd annual Grammy Awards at 8 p.m. ET/5 p.m. PT on CBS.

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Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: O Captain! My Captain!

A/n: A slightly alcoholic cultural revelry in the warmth atmosphere of the O'Connell's family ends in a totally uncultured way. Billie relaxes and gets drunk, pestering you almost at the table. Finn looks too excited when he hears the notification sound on his phone and looks at Claudia. Later you find out that these talented duo have made a crazy bet.

"As far as I know," Patrick sips the drink with a funny sound and the amber column in his glass drops slightly after a sip, and the cinnamon wand sticks into his gray mustache like a straw, - "this drink came to be called 'rum on three waters,' or 'grog,' after Captain Old Grog, a nickname given to Vernon for his habit of strolling about the deck in bad weather in an old waterproof cape. "

"I didn't know you were so into alcohol, Mr. O'Connell." - you grin good-naturedly and twirl the cinnamon stick like a spoon, creating a small alcoholic tornado in the cup: the swirls of fruity berry tea mixed with golden rum are mesmerizing, making you stare for a few seconds before returning your gaze. A warm smile plays across Patrick's face as he looks at you, blue eyes sparkling with gratitude for your interest.

"Please, just Patrick." - the man gently corrects you and you nod in agreement. Eh, it's all the fault of your boundless reverence.

"And not so much the alcohol as its history, my dear," Maggie returned from the kitchen with a careful, soft step and stood next to Patrick, who immediately put his arm around her waist. It certainly adds to the comfort. As does the presence of a beautiful woman like Maggie in general. - "There's that traditional Irish trait about him. Will you help me, darling?"

Patrick nods in agreement, assuring you of his imminent continuation of the story, and the parents retire back to the kitchen to tackle the long-awaited tofu turkey, another of Maggie's proud culinary masterpieces. It looks like it's about five minutes away from being fully cooked, at most.

You hear a new chirp notification opposite and without hesitation turn your gaze to Finn, continuing to observe: the red-haired man grabs the phone from the table abruptly, and after recognizing the contents of the screen becomes even more flighty, staring at Claudia with a mute question. You literally see humped question marks appear above his head, almost getting tangled in slightly overgrown copper hair, to which the girl responds with an innocent smile.

"Guys, is something wrong?" - you put your cup to the lips to take a generous sip, but you nearly choke on it, coughing as you feel a sudden tight grip on your right thigh.

A sharp turn of the head and you meet head-on with the source of your mild asphyxia: cloudy drunken lights flash in Billie's blue eyes, accentuated by her cheeky grin.

"Careful, my girl." - Billie gives you a gentle pat on the back, and then shifts her gaze to Finn as if nothing had happened while her hand slowly slides down already on the inside of your thigh, keeping some decent-to-non-decent distance. - "Yes, brother, you look very... excited."

Finneas buries his face in a glass, almost with his nose, and all the secrets of the universe are concentrated in the amber surface of the grog. He doesn't even look at Claudia now, but for some reason it seems to you that the blush on the guy's cheeks and ears has become clearer. Perhaps alcohol is to blame for everything. A new notification bell and an attack of your asphyxia is already transferred to him, and the role of the rescuer is Claudia.

"I'm fine," he awkwardly picks up a few drops of diluted rum with his palm from his short red beard. Several images of the pirate aesthetic immediately run before your eyes. - "Just... can't let go of thoughts of the turmoil of the day."

"Relax, it's just a regular night out with your loved ones, right?" - Billie's heated voice is pleasantly husky, and you twitch slightly, catching the sudden goosebumps of arousal. And it's not just her voice that's to blame, it's also her cheeky palm, which has slid deftly from your thigh to the zipper of your jean shorts, playfully yanking the lock tongue down just a couple of links. Fuck! What's going on today...?

By God's miracle, you restrain your emotions of shock and embarrassment, which strive to play out with the whole palette on your face, and quickly intercept her hand, closing your fingers with a bracelet around her wrist. In your mind, you offered up over a dozen prayers to God so that no one would see this movement.

"Billie's right, love, you really should relax," Claudia gently pats her lover on the shoulder with the same perfectly simple-minded smile. But when she and Eilish glance over, you could swear you see some fleetingly conspiratorial, sly spark in her green whirlpools. Eilish herself echoes it. Both of their smiles turn predatory as Fin's phone beeps unobtrusively again, and the guy covers his face with his palms in anguish. You've obviously missed something.

"I'll tell you a little later," noticing your misunderstanding, Eilish smoothly moves closer to you, scorching your ear with an ingratiating whisper. - "In the meantime, I have something for you as well."

She slips out of your grasp in one imperceptible movement and intercepts your hand to place it on the fly of her incredibly voluminous shorts. You feel the hard bulge through the soft fabric and it seems to you in a moment that the chair beneath you will shockingly split on the floor, spreading all four legs in different directions, in pairs parallel to each other. Because you have mentally fainted about three times already.

"Pirate, what the hell is that?!" - you seem to whisper a little too loudly, but Billie even likes it. She only winks playfully and bites her lower lip a little too hotly, hiding it behind her cup when you hear the sound of footsteps from the kitchen.

You try to pull your hand away, but Billie only moves a little closer to you, squeaking the leg of her chair lightly, and springs your hand back. And you don't know what's stronger: your embarrassment at the possibility of total embarrassment in front of her parents, your growing arousal, or your trust in the reckless younger O'Connell. Fuck.

"Here we are!" - Patrick solemnly brings in a tray of flaming vegan turkey to set it on the table.

"I hope you enjoy it," Maggie steps a little behind him, smiling with a note of maternal awe.

"What's so stupid, Mom?" - Eilish drains the rest of her cup and then plops her chin on the palm of her arm bent at the elbow. - "You know you and bad cooking are categorically incompatible."

She sends a warm smile to her mother, then transfers the murky pre-storm seas to you afterward. "Trust me." And you, frothing with excitement, trust. Eilish is your favorite and authoritative captain, guiding your ship through this palpable absurdity of a situation.

Fin's phone pings again.

×××

"That was too good, can I get the recipe?" - Claudia gently pushes her plate away, passing a paper napkin over her lips. You nod in agreement at her remark as well.

"Of course, girls!" - Maggie shone, the word of the August sun: blindingly bright, yet so warming. - "I'll be sure to describe everything to you in the morning, but now it's time for us all to rest."

And you exhale in awe, even though Eilish's hand under the table outlines your knee a little too flirtatiously. What's a kneecap! In these past thirty minutes, Eilish has replaced the biblical Tempter Serpent himself, getting you as hot as she can and can't. She's done everything from playful touching of your leg to overly explicit, lingering strokes of your thigh. She even managed to walk on the very blade: still unzip your fly and slip her fingers inside for a few moments, touching the very epicenter of your heat and tension through the thin fabric of your underwear. You nearly fly up in your chair, held up only by multi-ton shackles of awkwardness and adrenaline. God... Eilish is gorging himself on his third and final cup of grog, chugging from a teaspoon with the most satisfied smile on his lips, and you don't find the moment better. You press sharply on her bulge at the fly of her shorts and she nearly chokes, biting down on the spoon. The blue drunken seas churn with stormy foam, but how sweet is revenge!

And now you're blissfully thinking that the most dangerous stage of dinner seems to be behind you.

New notice. Oh, good lord....

"Son, is everything okay?"

Finneas is the perfect embodiment of a red traffic light, now tousling his hair with his pale hand. All nervous and hunched over.

"Yeah, Dad, I just think I overdid it today."

Billie bounces her fist with laughter and you catch her again, paying for all your patience with her own gold coin: another press and she bites her fist just barely visible to let out an embarrassed groan. You seem to have grown bolder after your second drink.

Patrick steers the conversation slightly into traditional fatherly admonishment, only to then return to the rails of everyday topics. You graciously agree to help Maggie with the dishes, acting as a precautionary measure (if Billie gets up from the table, there's a fifty percent chance that one unfortunate move will be a staggering disaster), but before you do, a small, crumpled piece of paper falls with filigree precision onto your lap. Billie, even under the influence of alcohol, is perfectly aware of her movements.

"I want you. Now." - The slightly smudged letters are eloquent, and her deep-blue gaze is a seal of assurance. You swallow nervously, silently letting out an exhale. Eilish is sure to drive you crazy someday. Would you mind?

"I'll help your mom out real quick, okay?"

And she nods silently, swallowing you whole, completely, in her deep blue waters. Eilish touches your cheek briefly with her hot lips, and Finneas stares at you like he's never stared before. As if you'd committed this smashing obscenity after all and you'd been noticed. Billie nods at him briefly, and a smile of incommensurate pride blossoms on his face, as if he'd won a dozen Grammys and as many Golden Globes. You are mentally ready to add everything, even the Illuminati, to this silent conspiracy, which has bypassed you in its details.

Relief only comes when these two golden talents of the music industry go upstairs with the speed of comets scattering across the sky, albeit not quite sober. You and Claudia stay behind to help, but there's a rush in her movements, too, so similar to yours.

"What's the matter, anyway?" - You ask quietly, grabbing the empty salad bowl from the table.

"Billie took my word that I wouldn't say anything," Sulewski gives a cat-like sly snort, summarizing. - "But... you and I are obviously going to have to be quieter tonight."

And you are sincerely lost, not knowing what to do: to raise an eyebrow in skepticism and break the roof of the cozy house O'Connells or to fall into a new, only now no longer imaginary fainting, embracing the salad bowl.

You finish the rest of the cleaning in silence, floating in your own rapidly changing thoughts, like a lone sailor on a huge Dutch galleon. You emerge from your thoughts only when you hear the creaking of the wooden stairs beneath your feet. Claudia ironically wishes you a "good night" before hiding behind the door of Finneas's old room and you die, burning the carpet beneath you with a mixture of feelings. It's too crazy an evening.

×××

"Now, Pirate, tell me what the fuck this-", you're unceremoniously silenced with a deep kiss, with force and accompanying rumble spurring to the door. A hiss from the painful meeting of your shoulder blades with the white-painted wood and a groan from the frenzy and duration of your arousal mingle together, sticking across your throat. You bite down on her bottom lip with force. Just the way she likes it.

"I'm sorry," her voice is husky and the blue sapphires glistening in the dark, mysteriously clouded with desire and rum, hypnotizing, turning you into a porcelain statue in her arms. You freeze, and she touches your shoulder blades with her hands through the thin fabric of your black shirt, stroking gently. - "Does it hurt much?"

"It never hurts with you," you whisper, your fingers wanting to sink into her tarry hair. The striped bandana immediately slips to the floor beneath your palms, reaching the floor completely silently. - "I want you, and I also want answers to tonight's performance."

"I can give you everything at once," the cold tip of her nose touches your neck, creating an unreal contrast to the hot, plump lips that slide ever so gently down to your collarbones and then back up to your earlobe. You feel the bite, and she presses closer to you, pressing her impromptu, artificial boner against your very needed spot, and you wrenching a strong exhale. - Finn and I have a bet for tonight."

"More details, Pirate," you cling to her shoulders, ready to climb the wall with excitement. Eilish moves mockingly, creating a friction that fogs your mind and dulls your desire for long-awaited answers. Another thrust of her hips and you gag, biting on your fist as she fast pulls your hand away. - "I fucking... need details..."

"We bet which of the two of us could handle arousal in public better, who could hold out longer," she grins as she sees you touch the waistband of her shorts with trembling hands, undoing the knot. The interfering piece of clothing falls off as you both look at it thoughtfully, as if you were watching the jets of a waterfall falling from high above the glistening cliffs. Actually, as expected: in the semi-darkness of Eilish's old little room, the dark straps of the strap-on glisten, highlighting her alabaster skin so well. How she'd managed to never once get caught with such a 'surprise' at fifteen centimeters - the eighth wonder of the world, no less. - "Well, Finn's condition you can see right now."

"And what did you confront him, Pirate?" - you take a few insistent steps, causing Billie to steps back and fall back onto the sheets of her bed with a smile, fleetingly touching the fabric of the open scarlet canopy. You dive in after her, hovering dominantly. The singer's gaze is breathtaking from the sultry and lustful look in your eyes.

"Not even Eilish anymore?"

She slides her palms under your shirt, stroking your waist. The warmth of her hands is so damn relaxing, you're already not even wanting to be angry for detailed shenanigans. Tugs on the bottom button with her fingers, taking a rhythmic route straight to your collar.

"It's not my fault you were sipping rum tea today like the most badass pirate of the seven seas." - You tease good-naturedly as the shirt slides off your shoulders, revealing it for the silver light of the moon from the window and the hungry blue gaze. Equal to her in terms of clothing, you peel Billie's T-shirt off as she obediently raises her arms for comfort. The smirk on her face mirrors yours exactly.

"I decided to keep Finneas' condition a secret for him, so he only realized at the table that I'd enlisted Clau's support," Eilish continued, watching with amusement as you first deftly tugged off her bodice and then personally exposed yourself like a model in front of a talented artist. - "Lucifer bless her multi-caliber concealed folder."

"Wait," you sit down on the bed next to her, knocked off your feet by the incoming information, the facts folding together in your head in a brisk fashion, like outstretched red threads on a detective's cork board. - "Are you telling me he was getting hot pictures of her all through dinner while you paralleled torturing both of us under the table?"

Billie nods slowly, savoring the pleasure of her own splendid prank, and you collapse into a histrionic laugh, finding a pillow with your hand. Remembering Finneas's sloppy exit from the table, pulling the already long edges of his sweatshirt taut, you nearly cry out in a fit of laughter, clutching the soft pillow tighter.

"You're such a bitch, Billie," you touch her lips as she gently takes the pillow back, hovering over you already.

"As it is," a new stroke on your neck, serving as her delicious dessert, setting her back to her former intimacy. Just below, near your collarbones is the slightly crooked scarlet flower of a hickey, eliciting a muffled moan from you. - "Kissing your partner on the cheek is a voluntary admission of defeat. And even though I lost, admit you're impressed."

"Oh, Captain, my Captain..." - you murmur, running your fingers along her ribs. He takes it as agreement.

Her gaze clings to the only thing left on you: blohsh's gold pendant, set with transparent white sapphires that look like stars in the night sky's companion light. Her heartly present. She grabs the pendant, pulling you gently toward her, so as not to break the chain, but you feel such indescribable strength from her in the gesture. Her free hand touches your cheek with all the tenderness she can muster.

"Mine," she whispers fervently through the kisses, your tongues clashing hotly. The tangy karamel, half bitter, golden rum flavor, the slightly stinging cinnamon, - "only mine precious girl. I can't tolerate stand to be around you."

"Only yours, Captain Eilish. Take me on a voyage of a lifetime with you, please."

And she speaks so confidently that you are ready to rip your heart out of your chest for her right now and present it to her in the palms of your hands, even hotter and only hers.

"I'll take you. Pirates always take their treasure with them forever."

×××

You lower yourself onto her strapon leisurely, trying not to make too much noise, though the knot of pleasure inside will soon burn through you like a magical sphere of fire. Billie holds you by the waist, thrusting only deeper, her mysterious night seas staring at you uninterrupted, wrapping you headlong in their warm waters. She burns out your naked body into her memory, noting that your most appropriate attire is only moon white light and nothing else. The rest is unnecessary tinsel.

"You're so flawless," the soft whisper of plump, templed lips is entirely polarized by the roughness of the thrust that follows. Her right palm slides down, smoothing over your pelvic bones, and then she touches your clit with her index finger, thrusting sharply again. You are immediately literally folded in half in an orgasm. And Eilish really can't get enough, she continues, "folding" you over and over like exquisite Chinese origami.

Even when you're off of her, you don't let yourself rest and drop to your knees, unbuckling the strap, peering into her already relatively sober oceans and touching the moist 'petals' with your tongue, taking you leisurely to the very bottom. You're still shaking slightly, and Eilish rumbles, her guttural moans barely audible.

A thump against the night stand and a cursing is heard from behind the wall opposite both of you. Billie chuckles.

"Maybe I lost," she throws her head back, gently pushing you closer with her hand. - "But the temptation is too sweet. And my girlfriend cum first, I won this one, sucker."

She lets out a chuckle, but immediately drowns in a silent moan as you lips press deliberately slow and pressurized. Someone has to teach your captain patience, right?

Eilish doesn't like alcohol, of course, but she definitely likes rum.