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smt about vampire billie man, too yummy 😩

i’m yours; b.eilish

smut

There was something in the danger of it all that made your nightly rendezvous thrilling. The sneaking around. The whispering that turned into cries. The soft caresses that turned into desperate touches.

This night was no different. She'd snuck into your room and startled you in the process. Not because she'd made any kind of noise, but because you always felt her presence. When she was around, there was a shift in the air. It was heavy and made your heart thump faster and louder. Tempting her.

She'd stood by the window. Her jeans baggy. Her shoulders slumped under the hoodie. Her face hidden behind the cap she was wearing. Her eyes dark unbeknownst to you.

There was a hunger buried deep inside her and an uncontrollable thirst she longed to quench.

"Hi," you whispered sitting up on your bed, the book you'd been reading had fallen to the floor. She was exceptionally fast; hardly giving you any time to move. She hovered over you. The shadows of her cap casting over her beautiful face.

Her hands were on your jaw pulling you to your knees on the bed. She angled her body. Lips parting as her cold nose brushed yours. The touch sent a familiar shiver down your spine that pushed you forward leaning into her touch. It was only when she brushed your lips that you went up in flames. Her fingertips added fuel to the fire when they unraveled the knot of your robe tugging at the soft fabric until it pooled around her thighs.

She pulled back for a moment admiring your naked frame. She watched the way your chest rose and fell. The way your breasts moved ever so slightly when you shifting the placement of your arms, holding your weight up as you placed them between your thighs. The way your eyelids fluttered when she tilted your neck exposing your bare skin.

The tips of her fingers cascaded down your warm skin, thumb gently pressing on your neck as she felt your pulse.

"Please," you closed your eyes, your lips so plump and inviting.

Billie held the back of your neck as she pulled your bodies closer. They finally united in a heated kiss. There was an urgency sparking in the pit of your souls. You wanted her. She needed you.

"Billie," you hummed lifting your body in a desperate attempt to hold her closer. She obliged wrapping her arms around your waist securely almost lifting you off the mattress. Yours wrapped around her shoulders knocking her cap off. Your hand held her head as your mouths opened and closed, whimpers escaping every few seconds.

You gasped when she grabbed your thighs wrapping them around her waist. You hummed as you cupped her face. When she lifted you, your bodies shifted so you were straddling her on the bed. Her fingers dug into your ass and you moaned tugging on her hair. Maybe she'd leave you bruised again. Even if it was never her intention, you loved tracing the places she touched you before getting in the shower.

"I need you," she whispered against your lips as you melted. You were a puddle on her lap. She didn't have to tell you she needed you, you always felt it in your bones. Almost as if you were made just for her. But both of you were too scared to accept what that meant.

"I'm yours," the sweetest words you could mutter coated her tongue as they tussled. When your tongue flicked her fangs, she snarled and gripped your ass tighter. You shifted your weight, moving your hips. Grinding on her lap. She was still fully clothed, but in a matter of seconds you were flush against the mattress and she was naked hovering over your body. Hair falling on her face. Eyes dark and full of desire. She was almost growling and the way she was looking at you only made you think the filthiest thoughts.

She wedged herself between your legs, kneeling as her hand slithered between your thighs. She groaned when she felt your wetness. You shivered when you felt her cold hand, but quickly warmed to her touch when her finger rotated on your clit.

The warmth of your pussy and the coolness of her hand was making you spiral. Your legs were shaking as you struggled to keep them open. When she slid her finger into your pussy you lifted your chest gasping for air. She watched the way your face contorted with pleasure.

She didn't let you get comfortable or succumb to your burning needs. She straddled your thigh lowering her body until your teeth were chattering, skin freezing against yours. Goosebumps coated your body, but just one touch of her lips on your skin soothed the chill.

You wrapped your arms around her shoulders again pulling her closer as you moved your hips. Moaning each time your pussies touched. Each time your breasts pressed together and your moans mingled. The heat between your legs was increasing at an uncontrollable rate.

You danced to the tune of your bodies as you connected and reconnected. You were both fueled by unholy passion. You knew it when you felt her fangs on your neck and you didn't pull away. You only leaned your head back allowing her to run her tongue, tracing the flow of the blood pumping through your body. Your blood. Her blood.

"I'm yours," you whispered again. Throat moving just enough encouragement for her to sink her fangs in your neck. Biting hard on your lip, you moaned closing your legs around her thigh as she continued swaying her hips bringing you closer to heaven - or hell.

Your fingers tugged at her hair. Tangling it as you moaned her name and convulsed. Feeling yourself unravel under control. Your orgasm washing over you like sunshiny goodness. But she wasn't done. Her touch was firm as she grasped the back of your head with one hand, the other held your hip as her lips pressed sloppily on your skin. This was the first time she'd done this. Sunk her teeth into your neck.

Normally it was a small prick on your finger. Then your wrist. Your thigh. But never your neck. This was different. It was euphoric and made you lose your senses. You completely surrendered. Not afraid. Not realizing you were lightheaded and your hands were slowly loosening their grip as strands of hair fell down her face.

"Fuck," she cursed pulling away. She wiped mouth. Blood adorned her bottom lip as her hand came down on your neck. The small indentations in your skin pulsed wildly as she cupped your face with her other hand trying to get you to look at her. When your eyelids fluttered and you gasped for air, she sighed.

"Shit, you fucking scared me," she confessed as she ran her hand down the side of your face feeling the warmth rush back to your cheeks. She sighed contently, leaning down and pressing her lips on your forehead. She whispered things you couldn't comprehend, but her kisses were something you certainly understood.

"I was so scared," she whispered again touching your forehead with hers; her lips ghosting yours.

"I'm right here," you cooed cupping her face. Fingers digging into her cheek pulling her down until your lips were connected. The taste of metal on your tongue. You couldn't fathom what you tasted like to her. You couldn't fathom knowing you were the one she wanted. The one she needed.

thank you @madisonbeerssecretwife for the request... what a perfect way to kick of our october (diatober). love you angel !!! ❤️

Hi babyy! Just checking in to see how you're doing 😊

i’m good what about youuuuu 💖

such a sweetheart girl 😚

reunited

summary: you’re billie’s girlfriend of just over a year and you surprise her on tour after not seeing her for weeks. dom billie x fem reader 2.1k words warnings: oral (reader receiving), teasing, so so fluffy they're cute and in love <3, unedited

billie was on stage performing, and you could see the adrenaline and excitement literally radiating off her. the crowd was wild—which billie always loved—and this was possibly the best show of the tour so far. the energy was unmatched, and you were in awe of how beautiful and free she always looked onstage. you loved seeing her interact with her fans and sing her heart out, it was a truly beautiful sight. 

billie was totally unaware of the fact that you were backstage, and you watched her perform with a fond smile on your face—you and her had been dating for a little over a year, and it had been the best year of your entire life. 

she’d been on tour for the past month, and it was probably the longest time you’d spent apart since you confessed your feelings to her. you’d called every night and texted constantly, and there’d been a fair share of phone sex when you’d both been too needy to wait until you saw each other in person again. 

but now you were here, backstage at her concert, listening to her gorgeous voice and watching her with a wide smile as she sang the last song. 

finneas and maggie had helped you get here without her knowing, finneas making sure to tell you all about the extent to which she had complained about missing you. maggie had been incredibly happy when you created the group chat to suggest the surprise, clearly glad that her daughter had finally found someone willing to put in effort for her. to say you were her family’s favourite of everyone she’d dated would be an understatement. 

the concert eventually ended, and billie walked backstage while speaking to finneas. her sentence was cut off when she saw you standing there, doing a double take as her eyes widened. her steps halted, and she stared at you with an open mouth for a second before coming to her senses. as soon as her feet were no longer locked to the floor, she was running towards you.

her arms wrapped around you, the momentum of her running to you making the two of you do a little spin as you grabbed onto each other. she clung onto the fabric of your shirt as she buried her head in your neck. she breathed in deeply, savouring the feeling of being close to you again. 

after a few minutes, she finally pulled away from the embrace, looking at you with a soft look in her eyes. “you’re here, oh my god. you came. you have no idea how happy this makes me…” 

you smiled at her, finneas nudging your shoulder as he walked past with a small grin directed at the two of you. you rolled your eyes fondly at him before speaking, “of course i did. couldn’t go another month and a half without you.” 

finneas sent you a pointed look, glancing between you and billie. “okay, lovebirds. i want to point out that i helped her get here, by the way.”

billie grinned at her brother, “you’re my second favourite person in the world, finneas.” 

with a faux offended expression, finneas gasped dramatically. “i feel so betrayed. your own brother, replaced at number two?” 

billie still had her arm wrapped around your shoulders, and she pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. “obviously.” 

finneas rolled his eyes, starting to walk away to find claudia, “wow, i didn’t know the lack of love you had in your heart for me. i’m leaving.” 

billie laughed as he walked away, not gracing his overdramatic words with a response. she turned to you, her eyes shining slightly. “god, baby… can’t believe you’re here…” 

you smile at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. billie’s lips chased after your own when you moved to pull away, kissing you desperately, never wanting to let go. after a moment, she pulls back, gazing into your eyes. “mmm, i’ve wanted to do that for the last two months. never stopped thinking about how your lips feel on mine.” 

you grinned playfully at her, “i bet you thought about how my lips feel somewhere else, too.” 

billie’s mouth fell open for a moment at your bold words, but the surprise was quickly replaced by a smirk, her eyes trailing down your body. 

“you know me so well…” her hands quickly found your waist, her thumbs rubbing soft circles on the bare skin between the waistband of your pants and the hem of your shirt. her tongue darted out to lick her lips, her eyes still locked on yours. “y’know, i think my dressing room should be empty for a while…” 

you mirrored her smirk at her words, picking up on the less than subtle innuendo as her eyes continue to trail up and down your figure. “yeah? lead the way, pretty.” 

her smirk widened, instantly intertwining your fingers together and pulling you to follow her. any other day, her hand probably would’ve been around your wrist, in a firmer, more possessive hold. but she was still in shock that you were even there with her, so she was being slightly  softer with you than normal. she was holding your hand as if she thinks you’d disappear if she were to hold you too harshly, like you’d just fade away and she’d be alone again. 

she wasn’t talking about it, but you knew she missed you more than she was letting on. every day without you had felt like absolute torture, and her family had watched her on the tour bus literally falling apart just because you weren’t there. the constant face-timing couldn’t compare to the feeling of your hand in hers, she was fully convinced that no feeling would ever make her feel more at peace than being close to you.

you arrived at her dressing room sooner than you’d thought you would, and she fumbled with the door handle for a second too long, before pulling you inside after her. 

her hand moved to lock the door, and you knew you were in for it. she wasn’t going to be rough, no, not this time. but this could be soft and still torturous. 

once the door was locked, she turned to you, giving you a smirk as she looked you up and down for a moment before slowly backing you into the wall. she pressed you against the wall and you didn’t even try to resist, a soft smile on your lips. you couldn’t deny how soft this felt, you were aware of the small differences in her actions—as if the time apart had made her scared of losing you.

she kissed you again, more urgently than the last. her tongue brushed along your bottom lip before she bit at it softly, leading to you opening your mouth in a gasp. she smiled against your lips and slipped her tongue inside your mouth, her body pressing closer against yours as she kept you against the wall. her knee pressed up between your thighs and a moan spilled out of your lips. 

her hands found your waist, her cool fingers slowly creeping up underneath the hem of your shirt as her tongue continues to explore your mouth. her hands travelled further up under your shirt, leaving trails of goosebumps where she touched. one hand teasingly squeezed at your breast through your bra and the other deftly pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the ground somewhere—she couldn’t care less where it landed. 

she let one of her hands snake around your back to the clasp of your bra, which she fumbled with for a moment out of her eagerness. soon, your bra had joined your shirt and her hands were drawn to your breasts like magnets. she seemed almost hypnotised, her eyes drinking in everything they’d been missing while the two of you had been apart. she gave one of your nipples a teasing tweak before her hands slowly trailed down your sides. 

one of her hands moved to hook in the loop of your jeans. she seemed impatient, despite clearly wanting to take her time. she wanted to savour this reunion, but she also wanted to be between your thighs as soon as she possibly could. 

moments later, she’d repositioned you so you were lying on the couch, your back propped up slightly by pillows. her hands had tugged your jeans halfway down your legs, and you impatiently kicked them off to join your shirt on the floor. 

she settled between your legs, looking up at you with her signature grin before hooking her index finger around your panties and pulling them down your thighs. she carelessly chucked them behind her somewhere, assuming they’d land in the vicinity of your other discarded clothes. in all honesty, where your underwear landed was the least of her concerns—she’d much prefer if you never wore them ever again. 

her ring-clad hands firmly grip your thighs, pulling them apart and leaving no room for argument—not that you wanted to argue. this was what you’d been waiting for for months. “billie, please–” the utter desperation, the pleading tone in which you spoke to her, brought a smirk to billie’s lips. she pressed soft, open mouthed kisses around your thighs, holding eye contact with you. 

“yeah, baby? what do you need?” you whined, an honestly pathetic sound—but you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you needed your girlfriend. billie didn’t care about the patheticness of it all either, in fact, it seemed to make her lips twitch further up into a pleased smirk. she loved having you desperate, having you aching for her. 

you finally managed to form the words to respond to her, “you, billie, your mouth, your fingers, i don’t care. You.”

her smirk widened, her kisses travelling ever so slightly closer to where she knew you needed her. she hummed softly, the noise sending vibrations along your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. her teeth nipped softly at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, a teasing smirk on her face as she looked up at you. 

“yeah, pretty girl? you need me?” 

you didn’t get time to respond before she was licking a stripe up your folds, still gripping your thighs firmly. her tongue travelled up to your clit and circled it, making you let out a moan and throw your head back onto the couch cushions. you had missed her. so, so much.

she held your thighs open when they threatened to close around her head, a particularly tantalising lick through your folds making your back arch up off the couch slightly. she smirked again, looking up at you with those eyes that held a sort of smug mischief in them. she knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy, and she was intending on doing just that. 

“oh? you like that?” 

you hummed softly, nodding quickly because you couldn’t quite form words but you needed her to know that you very much liked it. you felt hopeless, the desperation you felt was unlike any you’d felt in a long time. you decided to blame that on the extensive time apart, which had felt like torture. 

her tongue continues its assault on you, lapping away at you like a starved woman—with the time you’d been separated for tour, you guessed she kind of was. one hand moved slightly from its grasp on your thigh, and she circled your clit in a way that made you throw your head back and let out a low moan. she felt your thighs shudder slightly around her head, and you felt her lips twitch up against her sensitive skin. she knew you were close, she could feel it. 

she spoke, still pressed up against you so she could go right back to eating you out after she got the words out, “that’s a good girl, cum for me.” 

at her words, you let out another loud moan, head falling back onto the support of the couch cushions as your long awaited release came over you. you had just spent months without her, without her touch, without her love, and you felt the relief wash over you at the knowledge that you were finally close to her again. 

billie smirked again as she felt you cum on her face, her tongue riding you through it as she lapped up your juices. she had missed this. 

you breathe deeply for a moment, before finally bringing yourself to lift your head up off the couch cushions and make eye contact with her. she had that proud smirk on her face as she watched you from in between your thighs, “feel good, pretty?” 

you manage a small grin at her, “very much so.” you paused, looking at her for a moment as you recovered from the intense feeling of your first orgasm from her in months. you spoke again, a playful smirk playing on your lips. “my turn now.” 

after all, the night was young. the night was young and you were finally together again, you had all the time in the world.

this is unironically the first smut i’ve ever written sooo i hope you liked it…

Umm okay first off, sooo in love with your writing!! Binging it everyday lol 👀 buuttt I’ve been having this recurring thought of r and Billie. And I was wondering if you would wanna bring it to life?! This is what I’ve been thinking, Billie and r are kinda new to dating each other, and they are slowly starting to try new things and R is slightly shy about the idea of getting ontop. Billie’s favorite thing is grinding and Billie has been fantasizing and dreaming about r straddling her and grinding herself against Billie. It makes Billie absolutely feral. And one night Billie and r are getting spicy and Billie can’t help but let it slip out of wanting r on top of her. R does and as she’s slowly grinding she looks down and Billie is completely losing it. Her eyes are hazed over as fuck. Her lip is in between her teeth trying desperately to fight back not only the smirk working its way across her face but the moans deep in the back of her throat. Seeing Billie that turned on by her actions r starts to fully go for it and soon her hands grip Billie’s torso. Her back arching as she whimpers out for Billie. Her hips rocking slow and hard against Billie. Billie can’t contain her moans anymore as she grips r hips and grinds up against r. And if you’re feeling generous please pretty please add lots of make outs 😩😍

Asking kindly,

- 🍯

hey babess, I was already working on something similar so here you go 🫶

on top of me

on top of me | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. early on into your relationship, billie voices an idea that’s been consuming your mind for weeks.

warnings. smut, grinding, kissing, praising

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billie dominated your mind through her presence. she caused your every shaky breath and scattered thought. she was infectious in a way that made you feel like you were floating whenever her fingers drew your last vestiges of warmth. and she had no idea. it was infuriating; the visions of your entangled bodies colliding in ways you could only dream, never voice.

she however, couldn’t get enough of you either. keeping her sinful mind silent when she caressed your skin. yearning for more, unaware that you too, craved the fire she tried desperately to keep out.

your minds were a mess, both of you. these prospects littering each other’s subconscious while you lips felt like they were crashing together in passion. tingling the skin of your face and the inside of your stomach. giddy, was how you’d describe it.

“billie.” you gasped on her lips, breathing in each other’s pants as your lips touched but were still. mouths open catching your breath. she was on top of you. her eyes lost in the curves of your body. she leaning in again, her tongue harsher and desperate. her hands around your neck as she pulled you closer. her hips were squirming, jeans causing friction against yours. your deep moans we’re muffled by her penetrating mouth.

“fuck, you’d look so good on top of me babe.” she whined into your mouth. images of you straddling her invading your mind. she was quick to take your jeans off before guiding your hips onto her lap.

"Is this alright?" she whispered, uncertain in the sudden shift. You nodded, too focused on the slow unraveling of her clothes. She let out a soft moan as your hips met hers, your lips finding their way back to her own. Her kiss deepened, mirroring the rhythm of your body. Her hands traced your waist, exploring the space between you, as if learning the language of your skin.

“bils.” the whisper was faint, a plea for more. or for guidance on what she wanted from you.

“hm?” she was so lost in the sweet flavour of your lips she barely heard you call her name. your mind grew hazy as she hung onto the string of moans leaving you every-time she’d move her hips slightly.

“i..i need more.” she gazed up at you, catching her breath once again as she bit her lip. the sight of your swollen ones, and pleading eyes almost too much for her.

“then take more.” her hands squeezed your hips, signalling what she meant as she gestured with a tilt of her chin for you to bring your lips back to hers. her arms embraced you when you did. pulling you impossibly close as she waited for you to take your own pleasure. the slow movement of your hips onto hers hers caused her to break away from the kiss, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. your grinding against her exposed heat fluttering to her core, pleasure consuming her. you kissed her neck, when you could, your cries matching hers at your slow pace.

she opened her eyes, biting the skin of her lip harshly, preventing further noises from escaping. she watched as you arched into her, moaning when she’d buck her hips. she went feral at the sight, devouring your ass with her firm grip as your movements became more desperate.

“harder, angel.” she spoke and you complied immediately. you gripped her shoulders for more support as her hands aided your movements. her head fell back, moans flying out of her as you whimpered at the feeling of your breasts against hers.

“fuck, baby.” her voice was strained, hoarse from her moans. but she pulled your chin towards her, kissing you. it was sloppy, but you drowned in it. when the knot in your stomach burst and you came, she guzzled your cries, swallowing them whole as she muffled her own; occasionally breaking apart, unable to keep her lips attached when she released.

“oh my god.” you huffed when you fell onto her, breathing heavily. you were both so fucked out, unable to move from this position, and your pussys too sensitive to handle much movement.

“babe, you should get on top of me more often.” her voice was groggy in the shared exhaustion. but you mumbled in agreement.

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✮⋆˙⭒NIGHTS LIKE THIS✮⋆˙⭒

CHAPTER I: ALL HAIL NIGHTRIDER

pairing: street racer!reader x billie eilish

warnings- cussing, drug use (weed), scorches (something fell on you and lightly and briefly burned you, that’s really it.

wc: 3.7k…damn

authors note: this is my first actual fic on here and i’m nervous as hell to publish it. let me know what y’all think. also anyone can read this (reader is fem tho i forgot to put that) like reader is not heavily described only physical descriptions would be through family descriptions.

“Dude, where the hell am I supposed to go?” Billie’s voice was almost swallowed by the bustling crowd as she called out to her friend on the phone.

“I said—” Her friend’s voice was distorted, breaking up as the connection faltered. Between the weak signal, the endless chatter of people crowding around her, and the constant bumping of bodies as she waded through the sea of strangers, Billie was overstimulated and ready to turn around and go home.

She raised her phone high in the air, stretching her arm up in a desperate attempt to catch a stronger signal. She stood like that for a good minute, nudging into people who glared or muttered curses under their breath. Her frustration melted into relief when she felt a hand grasp her forearm, spinning her around.

“God, there you are man.” she exhaled in relief when she realized it was her friend. “I’ve been literally shouting at my phone like i’m insane. People keep fucking staring at me,” she added, casting side-eyes at the annoyed faces around her as she moved closer to her best friend.

“Well, I’ve got you now, so let’s just go,” her friend laughed, wrapping an arm around Billie’s shoulders and steering her through the throng of people to where the rest of the group was gathered.

They came to a halt in front of a crooked, black wire fence embedded into the patchy grass and dirt. The track lay just beyond, close enough that she could see the dust and rubble scattered on the pavement.

Billie’s breath hitched as she stared out at the cars lined up on the track. She leaned against the fence, eyes wide and mouth agape, taking in every gleaming detail—some vehicles boasted flashy modifications, while others were classic models still in their original forms. Her excitement and awe were almost childlike, as if she were experiencing the best Christmas of her life.

“How much are you betting?” one of her friends asked, snapping her out of her trance.

“Huh?” Billie replied, still entranced by the sight before her, eyes glistening under the bright floodlights.

“I said, who are you betting on and how much? I might match it,” the friend whispered as if it were a closely guarded secret.

“Uh—shit, man, I don’t know. Lemme see.”

Her gaze swept over the cars lined up from back to front, her eyes scanning each driver hanging around their vehicles—likely waiting for the race to start. And then, she spotted it. You.

Or rather, your car.

A smooth, lustrous, sable-black custom GT500 sat front and center. The tires glowed faintly in a soft lilac hue, casting a mesmerizing light over the soot-covered terrain. A raven, intricately engraved on the back right side of the car, shimmered with deep violet accents, giving the vehicle an almost ethereal quality.

You sat at the very front of the starting line, so close to the crowd that if you focused, you could catch snippets of their conversations. Your windows, tinted so dark no one could see inside, were rolled down halfway, allowing the warm glow of lights from the track and your car’s interior to cast delicate shadows across your face. Soft music drifted from the vehicle, mingling with the cacophony of the streets.

‘To take my love away, when I come back around, will I know what to say?’

Billie’s eyes widened and her heart jumped a little when she realized what song was playing softly from your car. She knew that song. The melody, the lyrics—it was Chihiro.

Her song.

“Oh my God, Zoe, she’s playing my song!” she blurted out excitedly.

“Who? Billie, who?”

“Her, right there in the black car.”

“The one with the bird?”

“Yes, the one with the fucking bird.”

“Can you tell who it is?”

“Uh…no.” Billie squinted, trying to make out your face, but all she could see was your hair cascading down your back in a cascade of purple and grey highlights. You seemed engrossed in something in your lap, brows furrowed in concentration.

Your car chimed as the door opened and rocked slightly as someone climbed into the passenger seat. The radio’s bass thrummed louder into the night as the beat dropped along with the chorus.

“Oh my God, you’re still rolling up? This is why I get pre-rolls,” the passenger teased, irritation lacing their tone as they glanced at you. The irritation in her voice made you smirk, but you kept your eyes on the blunt you were carefully twisting between your fingers.

You lifted your head, resting your elbow on the armrest. “But they don’t look as pretty as this one, now do they?” you teased back, handing over the blunt you’d been working on. The passenger rolled her eyes but took it from you, holding it delicately in the air inspecting it.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she grumbled. Her long acrylic nails clicked against the blunt as she placed it in her mouth with practiced ease and sparked it up with a flick of her lighter. The cherry of the blunt glowed a vibrant ember in the dim light as she inhaled.

Her red and black racing suit, with the name Blaze stitched onto the left sleeve, fit snugly against her frame. Silky, pressed black hair, highlighted with streaks of red and pink, fell to her upper back in waves and curls, framing her sun-kissed face. Her slender brown eyes gleamed with a look of concern as she exhaled, the scent of weed wafting through the car.

A ping sounded from your phone, drawing you back in. You picked it up, eyes narrowing at the notification:

11 new messages from Mom

“You good?” she asked, leaning over to glance at your screen.

“No. It’s my mom again. She’s been blowing up my phone ever since I left this morning.” You sighed and took the blunt from her hand, not caring about the remnants of her sticky lip gloss left on the wrap. You knew your lips would leave the same trace. She took your phone, unlocking it without hesitation. You knew she’d handle it while you leaned back, taking a long drag, your gaze drifted to the night sky, watching how the stars shimmered against the inky backdrop.

“I keep thinking that this is a bad dream, and that if I try hard enough, I just might wake up,” you murmured.

“Yeah, well, this sad-ass music isn’t helping,” she joked. As if on cue, the next track started—an upbeat tempo that vibrated through the car’s interior. your heart beat matched as the bass trembled throughout your body. ej bounced in her seat, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uht-uh,” you protested, disconnecting your phone from the Bluetooth. “Don’t go changing my shit. My car, my music. You know the rules. Besides, it’s not sad.”

“Yes, it is. That’s like Billie Eilish’s whole schtick, isn’t it?” she scoffed. “Oh, by the way, she’s here.”

“Who?” You turned to look at her, confused.

“Billie. Eilish. The singer. She’s right over there,” she said, pointing.

You leaned over her, eyes darting around the crowd. “Where? I don’t see her.” All you saw were the flag bearers collecting extra bets on the side, cash being shuffled and tossed in baskets.

“Wait, what? Where?”

“Over there—” She pointed, and you leaned over her, eyes darting around.

“Oh my god, girl, she’s *right over there*!” your friend shouted, exasperated.

Hearing this, Billie looked over. Blue eyes met yours. EJ’s shout of frustration caught Billie’s attention, and her gaze drifted back to your car. Blue eyes met yours. She lifted her hand in a tentative wave, offering a soft smile.

Your eyes widened in panic. Instead of waving back, both you and EJ ducked, bumping into your friend in the process, shouting curses at each other. The forgotten blunt fell into your lap, searing through your suit and burning you in the process.

“Ah—damn it,” you muttered, picking it up and handing it to her. Her soft hands brushed against yours as she took it, putting it out and storing the remnants in a container before stuffing it in the glove compartment.

“You looked so rude. You should’ve waved back.” EJ chided, side-eyeing you.

“Shut up,” you muttered, reconnecting your phone to the car. The opening notes of “Goosebumps” by Travis Scott filled the space, the beat thrumming through your body.

“Listen, I get that you’re going through a lot right now, but I need you to lock the fuck in. You need that money, and I’d hate to see you lose.”

“I know. I’ve got it. Don’t worry.”

“Good, ‘cause it’d be a shame for me to wipe the floor with your ass. You’ll be begging for mercy when we’re done.” Her sudden switch to competitiveness made you laugh.

The sight of the flag girl approaching your car caught your attention. You watched as your friend climbed out and into her own car. The flag bearer checked to make sure you were set before returning to her position at the starting line.

“Ready, Rider?”

Even though you were wearing your riding gear, the hairs on your body stood up as the crisp breeze snuck through the open window and washed over you. Your arm dangled out of the car, fingers loosely tapping against the exterior, while your other hand gripped the steering wheel firmly. The hum of your car vibrated through your entire being, a calming rhythm that matched the beat of your heart. Around you, the other drivers started revving up their engines, plumes of smoke and gas curling up into the air, mixing with the noise of the restless crowd.

"As ready as I can be." you called out, turning your gaze to your best friend and rival. Her car was parked right beside yours—an M4 F82 that was as sleek and black as the night sky. Its red headlights burned like fiery eyes glaring through the darkness like a beast ready to pounce, and the rims, designed into the shape of hearts, shone brightly against the pavement.

You remembered how she’d insisted on having them when you guys went to pick out your first racing cars. “Because I’m ‘just a girl’ ” she’d declared, sticking up her middle finger at the guys who laughed at her. She’d never cared what anyone thought, not when she’d made them eat their words in nearly every race, leaving them in the dust while looking good doing it.

The hum of motors built into a crescendo as everyone continued to rev their engines, the anticipation and excitement electrifying the brisk night air.

“Is everyone ready?” The flag bearer stepped in front of the starting line, checkered flags poised high in the air. Shouts of agreement and cheers erupted from the crowd, adding to the energy of the moment.

You hovered your foot over the gas pedal, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Ready.”

You glanced at the starting line, taking a deep breath as your fingers tightened around the wheel. Eyes closed, you drew in a deep breath, focusing. All the energy, anger, and frustration from earlier started bubbling up to the surface.

“Set.”

With your eyes shut, the words from this morning's argument with your parents flashed through your mind:

“You’ll never be like him.”

“Racing isn’t something you can do forever.”

“You need to fix your shit. This hobby will get you nowhere.”

“You’ve become such a disappointment. What happened to you? Where did I go wrong?”

All that pain, all that bitterness—you channeled it, letting it fuel you.

“Go!”

The words barely left her mouth before your eyes flew open. For a brief moment, the world went still and everything seemed to fall away. It was just you, your car, and the road. Your foot pressed down on the gas pedal, and you took off, the lilac lights on your car morphing into an intense, inky purple as your tires gripped the pavement.

You felt weightless, like a feather caught in the wind, as you accelerated, the track lights casting an ethereal glow over the cars. The world blurred around you, every twist and turn coming effortlessly, your hands moving as if on instinct.

A constant ringing broke through your focus. Your phone vibrated repeatedly, the lit screen showing multiple notifications. You took a quick glance, irritation flaring up as you scrolled through them.

- 5 new missed calls from Mom

- 20 new texts from Fam GC

- 2 new voicemails from Mama J

- 3 new texts from Dad

Your fingers hovered over the voicemail from Mama J, your heart tightening as you reluctantly hit play.

“Hey sweetheart. Now I don’t know what’s happening between you and your parents, but they’re blowing up my phone, asking about you…” You rolled your eyes in annoyance. Typical of them to involve someone else when you refused to entertain their bullshit. “I’m not trying to get in between this, but what I will say is that you need to call them people. Or at least call your mother and stop running away fr—”

You turned off your phone and tossed it back into the passenger seat, jaw clenched in frustration. You loved your Mama J, but you weren’t in the mood to hear any more of that nonsense. Not now, not during this. You got enough of it from your parents, you don’t need to hear it from your godmother either.

Your grip on the wheel tightened as your chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. The fight with your parents played on a loop in your head, every word an echo that grew louder and more taunting.

‘Look, all I’m saying is that I don’t understand why you continue to choose racing when you know how I feel about it—how we feel about it.’

‘Ma, I get where you’re coming from,but—‘

‘I’m telling you right now, you will get nothing from this. You already have a good job—why must you go and ruin it by doing this foolish nonsense?’

“Fuck this. Like, actually fuck them.” You muttered the words aloud, forgetting for a moment that the line was still open, and your best friend, EJ, was listening on the other end.

“Yo, are you good? Like actually?” Her voice was laced with concern, crackling through the car’s speakers and snapping you back to reality.

“Y-yeah, I think so. Why?”

“Because you’re falling so behind that Nick is beating you. Mind you he literally can’t race for shit. Girl, c’mon!”

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, eyes darting to the rearview mirror. Sure enough, you were lagging behind. The other drivers had taken advantage of your distraction, speeding past and leaving you in the dust.

“And stop worrying about what my mama said. She’s just playing messenger. We’ll handle it when we get home, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see you, your foot pressing down harder on the gas pedal.

“It will be okay, just hurry your ass up.”

The car lurched forward as you pushed it to its limits, the rush of adrenaline pumping through your blood like fire. Everything else melted away—the arguing voices in your head, the messiness of the family drama—all of it evaporated, leaving just you and the open road. You swerved expertly between cars, dodging obstacles and maneuvering through sharp turns, the wind roaring in your ears.

This—right here, right now—this was freedom. This was why you kept coming back, no matter how bad things got. The thrill, the speed, the way your heart seemed to beat in time with the roar of your engine. It made all the god forsaken bullshit in your life disappear, if only for a little while.

The white of the finish line came into view, a grin breaking across your face as you accelerated one last time, crossing it just seconds before anyone else.

You’d placed first.

You pressed on the brakes, heart pounding wildly as you let out a shaky breath, leaning back in your seat.

“Congrats! See what happens when you block out the bullshit and focus?” EJ’s voice rang out as she parked beside you, hopping out and pulling you into a hug.

The two of you leaned against the hood of your car, laughing and catching your breath, your excitement palpable. You could hear someone shouting your name, prompting you to look around until your eyes landed on the culprit.

“What the fuck, dude,” she whispered to her best friend as she stared in awe.

“What?” Zoe asked, glancing back and forth between you and Billie. “Billie, you’ve been staring at her all night. Let’s just go say hey.” she wrangled with the gate until she got it open.

“I did though. I waved, and she hid from me,” Billie grumbled, but Zoe ignored her, practically dragging her over to where you were standing.

You turned and your eyes locked with Billie’s for the second time that night. This time, she took you in fully, studying every detail—the way your eyes gleamed under the lights, how your glossed lips shone, and the soft cascade of purple and grey streaks of hair framing your face.

“Oh my god, Zoe, is that you?” You greeted Zoe first, pulling her into a tight hug as the two of you exchanged a few words. Then, you turned your gaze back to Billie, offering a small smile.

“Who’s your friend here?” you asked, nodding towards Billie.

“Sorry, this is my best friend, Billie.”

“Well, hi Billie,” you said, your tone gentle and welcoming. The way her name rolled off your lips made Billie’s stomach do a little flip. You kept your gaze steady, not once breaking eye contact. “How’d you enjoy the race?”

“I really liked it.” Billie smiled softly, but before she could say more, Zoe chimed in.

“This is her first race. I practically had to drag her here.”

“Really?” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “Well, I’m glad you came. Who’d you bet on?”

“I didn’t get a chance. The race started too soon. But if I could’ve, it would’ve been you. Your car looked sweet as hell.” She rocked on her heels, trying to keep her cool, but you could tell she was nervous. It was cute.

“Thanks, I appreciate the support.”

She shrugged casually, but her eyes lingered on your face. “It’s whatever.”

“Is there something on my face?” You laughed, wiping at your cheeks just in case.

“No, no,” she stammered, shaking her head. “It’s just… you’re so gorgeous.”

The compliment caught you off guard, and you couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face, even though you tried to play it off. “Oh my god, girl, stop playing.”

“I’m serious,” she insisted, stepping closer.

“Could say the same about you, pretty.”

“Really?” Billie’s eyebrow quirked. “Because it didn’t seem like it when you hid from me earlier.”

“Shit, you saw that?” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck. “I normally would’ve waved back, but I got—I don’t know—scared, I guess. Well, not scared—” You trailed off, looking up at the night sky, searching for the right word as her laughter rang out. Hearing her laugh threw you off, causing a small grin to creep up on your face. “Okay, whatever the fuck the word is,” you muttered, giving up with a light chuckle of your own. “But... I’m sorry.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it. it was kinda cute.” Billie’s eyes did another slow sweep over your frame, lingering on every detail like she was trying to commit it to memory.

“Stop looking at me like that, bro.”

“Like what?”

“Like that.” You shook your head, glancing away as if that’d hide the heat creeping up your cheeks and the way your smile stretched wider every second. You turned your gaze back, realizing something. “Where’s Zoe?” She was supposed to be around somewhere, helping you avoid embarrassing yourself too much with your obvious—and very clumsy—flirting. But she was nowhere in sight.

Your eyes swept over the parking lot until you finally spotted her lounging on the hood of EJ’s car, chatting it up with your best friend.

“Hey, uh—do you maybe wanna take my car for a ride?” you blurted out, shifting your weight between your feet.

Billie’s eyes widened, surprise flashing across her face. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not? It’ll just be a few minutes.”

She wandered over, running her fingers along the sleek lines of your car, eyes alight with curiosity. “Damn, this is really something,” she murmured almost to herself, voice low. A small whistle escaped her as she took in the intricate details and custom work. You were just about to toss her the keys when—

*Woop Woop*

The sound of sirens pierced through the air. Blue and red lights started flooding the lot, casting sharp, flickering shadows everywhere.

“Fuck. Okay, y’all need to get out of here. Now.” Your voice was rushed as you bolted back to the driver’s side.

“EJ, I’ll meet you at your house,” you shouted, throwing yourself into your seat and jamming the key into the ignition. The roar of your engine masked the rising panic around you. “Zoe’s got my number,” you called out to Billie over the commotion. “She’ll give it to you, and we can talk about that ride later!” That was the last thing you managed to say before you and everyone else peeled out of the lot, tires screeching against the pavement as a sea of cop cars closed in fast.

Billie stood there, frozen, eyes locked on your car as you sped away. The flashing red and blue lights reflected off her pale face, her expression caught somewhere between awe and disbelief. Zoe had to physically drag her back, yanking her arm until she stumbled out of her daze.

“C’mon, we have to go now!”

You glanced into your rearview mirror, catching one last glimpse of Billie as she stood rooted to the spot, staring after you. Zoe tugged her along, but she kept looking back, even as the sirens blared louder and the chaos around them spiraled.

There was no way EJ wouldn’t hear every single detail about tonight. If she thought you weren’t about to gush for the next few hours, she was just plain wrong.

authors note: part 2? if so comment something to let me know if you want to be on the taglist! love and light, be safe <3 -vay

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Could you PLEAAASE make a fic where we're riding Billie's strap, and she looks at us like she is in the video 🙏

(I love your fics btw! Super excited for the upcoming one)

Of course lovey! Anything for my first request🤭

(Aaah, im so excited for you guys to see it, too!!)

"F-fuck!...billie, I can't -" Billies hand comes down hard on your ass, smacking roughly. Her other hand gently grabing at your chin to face her. You looked so fucked out and over the moon. She absolutely loved it. "Oh but you can. You were doing so well."

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Billie's music video was finally finished. She'd been working on it for quite a while and wanted you to be the first to see it. "Babyyyy!" She yelled for you, opening the bedroom door to find you laying in the bed on your phone. "Yes, my love?" You smiled and giggled as she plopped on the bed next to you. She looked so excited like a little puppy, which made you excited, too. Even if you didn't know what she was so thrilled about.

"It's finished." She couldn't help but smile so brightly, knowing that you would be ecstatic about the music video finally being done. "What'd you finish?" You said, raising a brow and tilting your head as you reached to cup her cheek. "The music video for birds of a feather, wanna see?" Your face lit up as you sat up in anticipation. "Uh? yes!"

You both laughed as she sat next to you, handing you her phone as you pressed play. Halfway into the music video, you noticed she was very... expressive. Especially in that one scene where she was sat on the couch with her head laid back. And that turned you on more than it should've. Immediately, she noticed how fidgety you were getting and well... that's how you ended up here, riding her strap, aching for more.

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She lifted your hips slowly and let go as you fell down onto her strap. You grabbed onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin and crying out her name as your back arched. "That's why you shouldn't rely on me baby. Go ahead. You got it." You lifted your hips, creating a rhythm that was comfortable for both you and Billie. You let out the sluttiest moans ever and at that point she craved you even more.

Grabbing onto your hips, she sped up the pace as she lifted you up off of her strap and pulled you back down. Your head fell down onto her shoulder, moaning into her ear whilst she fucked you like a starved animal. "Fuck...look at you. So unbelievably sexy, riding my cock like this."

She snaked one of her hands up to your nipple, pinching and pulling gently as she groaned, hearing you whimper in her ear. You were so frail and vulnerable in her arms. "Billie... fuck. I'm so close." You sat up, and your eyes fluttered closed as she increased her pace. The wet sound of her strap thrusting in and out of your seeping pussy, along with your moans, echoed throughout the room. You looked down, and there it was. That impure and lecherous gaze she had in her eyes. The same one from the music video.

She bit her lip, smirking as she pulled you down firmly, your pussy throbbing around her cock as she coaxed your orgasm out of you. She reached down for your sensitive bud between your thighs, rubbing softly, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your legs spasmed, toes curled as heat rushed throughout your body, all the way down to your core. Billie rubbed her thumb against your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. Once you did, she stuck those same fingers that were rubbing against your clit, into your mouth. You licked and sucked, moaning onto her fingers as you made eye contact with her.

"Mhm. Such a good girl. Just for me."

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I got a little carried away but that's okay, I hope you enjoyeddd!

wait do u have pt.2 of stalker billie posted? im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure?

i’m working on itt i promise it’ll be out soon 😘

I just wanted to stop by and say hiiii!!

A little fun fact, when I found out you followed me, I literally screamed 😭

Anywaysss, have a good day love!

huh???? stop your lyingggg

luv you for this 💖💖💖

everytime you post i automatically start kicking my feet and twirling my hair🤭

stop this i LOVE youuu 😘

whenever i see billie onstage with red lighting i just LOSE MYSELF SHES SO FIINNEEEEAAAA.

so like i was thinking what if reader was on tour with billie or something like that right (just had a massive urika moment. what if reader is a guitarist in billies new band she’s working with) and the chemistry is there like you can see it whenever billies singing her more sensual songs somehow her eyes always travel to R and

and its so good. billie even goes as far as to walk over and boldly flirt with R then walks away with a smirk like she ain’t just do what she did (the fans have their edits to feed them🙌)

after the show billie like takes R to her dressing room and 💋😫😮‍💨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (and billie fingers her while also obsessing over R tits all the while leaving marks on her. she looks so pretty doesn’t she☺️)

bro don't even get me started on your frank ocean request I'm so exciteddddd.

here's this one though -> I think, therefore I am

i think, therefore i am | b.eilish

billie eilish x guitarist-fem!reader

context. billie has a crush on her guitarist

warnings. smut, fingering, flirting, angst kinda, not proof read

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the beat dropped and she glanced towards you, to make sure you were watching her, like she always did. she’d interact with you as you strummed the guitar, trying to focus on plucking the strings instead of her fingers running across your jaw. in front of thousands of people. you loathed her for it, she’d do it every time and ignore you afterwards, no longer giving you the attention she’s so happily willing to give when it’s for entertainment.

after the show you were headed to the bathroom, needing to refresh yourself with some water. you hadn’t expected to see her there, in the bathroom fixing herself up too. you ignored her, assuming she’d ignore you in return. but this time, she didn’t.

“you were incredible tonight.” she complimented, you were taken aback completely, never having had a positive interaction with her.

“thank you?” you were hesitant to say much more but she eyed you as if she expected you to continue. “so were you.” you added before turning the tap on to splash your face with some water.

“well don’t seem so surprised. you know you’re my favorite from the band.” you laughed at this, she really wasn’t good at expressing it if what she said was the truth.

“that’s funny, this is the first time we’ve talked.” she took offense to this for some reason.

“well you could’ve talked to me.” she shrugged her shoulders, leaning an arm on the sink.

“true.” you admitted, lowering your face again to rinse your face with the face wash you’d brought, removing your makeup as you did. her hands replaced the one in your hair helping you avoid the water.

“thanks.” you said as you dried your face with a towel. her hand tucked your hair behind your ears delicately, the soft action weirding you out slightly.

“i got you.” she winked, lowering the lids of her eyes when she stood back to look at you fully. she didn’t say anything and you mistook the silence as awkward.

“you’re not a huge talker are you?” she questioned, rhetorical however.

“depends on the person.” she raised her eyebrows, smiling at the slight shade.

“damn, next time just tell me your not interested from the get go.” she turned picking up her stuff and you felt a tinge of regret.

“what do you mean?” you asked and she turned back.

“hm?” you thought she might act like she hadn’t said anything but she searched your expression for something more.

“well, you haven’t really expressed interest. how was i supposed to know?” she seemed shocked.

“i haven’t expressed interest? i practically grind on you at all the shows.” she rested a hand on her hip.

“yeah, but it’s for entertainment purposes.” you sounded unsure, and she caught sight of the sliver of doubt in the statement.

“yeah? it doesn’t have to be.” she came closer to you, paralysing you with her words. her lips gravitated towards yours before she spoke again.

“it depends on you. what do you want, cause i think i know, but i need to hear it from you.” she whispered on your lips and her breath rendered them warmer.

“you don’t know what i want.” she saw this as a challenge and her hands rested on her hips, pulling you in.

“i know you want this.” her hands now moved across you neck as you let her explore your body, despite your rejecting words.

“you think you’re so tough.” you replied, the insult bouncing off her, not having had the intended effect.

“I think, therefore I am.” she quoted, the irony of what had transpired hitting you where it hurt. but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as your subconscious reaction to her fingertips on your waist.

“fuck.” you breathed before you kissed her. she smirked into the kiss, as cocky as ever. it destroyed your own pride.

“you taste good baby.” she said once her tongue left yours.

“yeah?” you kissed her cheek, moving lower to her jaw. her hands played with the waistband of your sweats, pulling them low so that your underwear was peaking through. she fiddled with your panties as she took your face to kiss you again. you both grew more desperate, hotter and passionate. she spun you around so that your ass was against her hips, and you were leaning against the cold sink. you looked at her through the mirror and she caressed your ass, pulling your sweatpants down.

“tell me what you want.” she demanded and you closed your eyes in frustration, the moment so heated you lost sight of your common sense.

“you, please just get me off billie.” it was the first time you’d addressed her and she pulled her lip with her teeth. her fingers travelled past your underwear quickly, gasping mockingly at your wetness.

“billie.” it was a warning, telling her you didn’t want to be teased. she obeyed and dipped her fingers in as you gripped the sink. she pushed you harder against the ceramic, her fingers just as rough inside of you. her free hand came up to your covered breast as she urged you to arch your back.

“don’t you look pretty?” she wiped the fog on the mirror, created by your heavy breaths and bold moans. her fingers were relentless, but her hand was soft against your ass. she moved back to your tits, this time under your shirt. she bit her lip when she felt them, trying to hold back, not wanting to make a mess of your clothes in case someone decided to come in.

“you look so sexy when you play the guitar. so concentrated but so confident too.” she rambled on, the words not fully settling in your brain since you were occupied with the feeling of her fingers.

“mhm.” you mumbled carelessly. her lips were all over your neck, leaving traces of lipgloss around the bruises.

“if i could, i would’ve taken you right on that stage.” her filthy words brought you closer to your release, and she knew exactly what she was doing when you clenched on her fingers.

“god you’re hot when you come.” she commented as you tried to slow your heartbeat. you chuckled as her fingers left you and you turned around to face her, the sink leaving a mark on your lower hips.

“we can do this again, i don’t mind.” your words were flirtatious and she smiled.

“finally you’ve grown some balls.” you hit her shoulder playfully and she pulled you into her, pecking your lips softly.

The way I’d let these women slut me out is actually insane.

you asked, you shall receive !

HEY QUEENS!! i am SO sorry for getting this out so late, your girl was going through it 😭😭 (two concerts, two tests, socratic seminar prep, and finding out i’m bi all in one week). anyway, thanks for waiting, here you go <333

pairing: dom!billie eilish x sub!fem!reader

summary: your girlfriend, billie’s, been doing promo work all day for her business trip. naturally, when she gets back, she wants a piece of you, and though you can offer that to her, you have to be quiet…

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, established relationship, no direct smut but like a little if you squint (i’m not sure if i’m ready to sail that ship yet), hickeys, exhibitionism kink if you squint, implied-girly/femme!reader

word count: 716 (IT'S SHORT IKKKK I'M SORRY)

listen to: needy by ariana grande

IF YOU COULD use one word to describe your girlfriend, one of the last things in your mind would be clingy. handsy? yes. possessive? yes. dominant? oh, ya. but clingy? no, not really.

she only ever got like that when she was away from you for a while or really, really horny; today’s case was the latter.

you two were currently in paris for a bit of promo. you both were very happy you were able to be on this trip, since you were usually subjected to staying at home.

the past few days were relatively normal: getting settled in and a photoshoot. but today was more intense.

today, m had multiple photoshoots and an interview. she had to wake up early for them, so by the time you were up, she was gone. instead of heading straight for the studio, you decided to treat yourself a bit.

that morning, you ate at a small café and went shopping at the local stores. you got lots of things: jewelry, makeup, accessories, and of course, clothes.

while in a certain store, you found this gorgeous dress. it was sleeveless and shiny in your favorite color, fit with a bow in the back.

you immediately bought it and changed into it before going to visit your girlfriend.

she was on her break when you walked in, hands riddled with bags galore. when she heard the door open, she looked up, a stern expression on her face, but it immediately softened when she saw you. “hi, sweet girl,” she immediately beamed.

you walked over to her, placing a light kiss to her cheek before she cupped your face and kissed you in the lips. “hi,” you replied softly. she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you sat on the velvety couch.

“where were you?” you quickly set your bags down, going on about the morning you had. but, she couldn’t help her eyes constantly drifting down to your dress. the way it fit on you, slightly raising up on your thighs was enamoring and she couldn't tear her gaze away.

later, billie was doing a photoshoot as you sat behind the camera and watched. she was stunning with her ocean-blue eyes and long black hair. you weren't aware of it, because, at some point, you had some emails to reply to, but when she wasn't being photographed, she was staring at you. so much so that at some point, the director had to tell her to focus.

that's how you ended up here: in your girlfriend's lap, a hand over your mouth.

“shh…gotta stay quiet, baby, right?” she nodded towards the bathroom.

for this specific trip, like most, you booked a connected room for you two and finneas. but, upon arrival, the staff had informed you there was some kind of plumbing issue in finneas' bathroom, and that the shower there was shut off.

of course, it was unrealistic to make him not shower the whole trip, so right now, he was borrowing yours. you were just wondering why he had to be borrowing it right now

you nodded as she whispered, “good."

at this point, she'd been on you for what, 10 minutes now? you weren't sure how she still had room to keep sucking and marking at your neck, almost similar to a mosquito drawing blood. red and purple hickeys cascaded all over your neck to the point it was almost painful, but you didn't ever tell her to stop. not once. she was too precious for you to tell her no.

every time you heard a noise coming from the bathroom, you turned your head, worried you'd get caught. but, never more than two seconds later, a hand on your jaw would turn you back. "it's fine, baby," billie would whisper. "we're gonna be careful, not get caught," she'd reassure you before attacking your neck again. all you could do was whine.

that was until you heard the door creak open. "fuck." immediately, billie threw a stray blanket over you as she went on her phone. you just stared up at the ceiling.

finneas walked back to his room without a second glance. and as soon as the door shut, your girlfriend took the blanket off you. "come here. we're good now."

i beg of you for a fic of billie just getting her tooth gems and the silver tooth thingy, i think they’re called grills(?) ain’t got a clue but THEYRE SO DAMN HOT PLEASE I NEED A SMUT FIC INCORPORATING THEM 🙏🙏 (dom billie!!!)

its a blurb bby, but nevertheless its here 💖

bling

bling | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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“billie…fuck.” the words strung incoherently from your lips as her tongue lapped your juices. she sucked your clit as the metal coating her teeth shocked your core. she groaned at the noises you were making each time the metal came in contact with your heat. her grip on your thighs tightened, the more you squirmed under her influence.

“stop moving.” she demanded, her voice only turning you on more. her lips connected with your inner folds, making sure not to miss a single spot. she was driving you wild.

“i..i can’t help it.” you were out of breath, the cold silver touching your warm clit produced sensations you previously thought weren’t possible. she broke away.

“what do you mean?” she was smirking, intrigue displayed on her face.

“mm, billie it’s your grills.” you admitted immediately, hoping to feel her back where you needed her to be.

“what about them.” she came up to kiss your face while she questioned you.

“they feel so good, i’m going insane, please.” you couldn’t form your sentences properly, her breath on your cheek doing little to ground you. you were floating.

“oh yeah?” she smiled, kissing your lips.

“Billie please.” she gazed at you for a moment longer, your desperate state taking effect on her strength. you made her weak, in reality, she’d do anything to please you.

“okay, okay, baby.” her hands caressed your body as she lowered herself until she was back against your glistening heat. she chuckled before laying her tongue flat against your clit, working her way down skilfully like she would usually. except, she’d bare her teeth occasionally, letting the bling that covered her teeth glide against your walls.

“billie..” the gasp shaped her name in the way she loved to hear it, urging her to continue.

yall not my mooty uploading todayyy🤭

hi boo, how have you been? anything new?

i’ve been gooood wbu? 💖💖

me rn:

twin..billie fingering readers at the grammys🫨 or in the bathroom of the grammys 🫨 which i assume they would have to try to not get caught. aka reader has to be quiet and billie isn’t going to make it easy

It's short babes, but I wanted to post something 😚

stay quiet, baby

stay quiet, baby | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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your lip was about to bleed. billie’s fingers so deep in your cunt she had you gripping the table while she chatted with the others seated with you at the grammys. you hoped your cheeks weren’t too flushed but the lights were so dim it was unlikely anyone would catch it. your hand gripped hers under the table, silently begging her to stop, yet silently pleading her to go harder.

“billie.” her name was merely a breath but she heard it and broke away from the conversation she was in to lean into your ear.

“stop squirming around, would you? unless you want me to stop?” you were so close yet so sweetly far from release.

“mm.” a shaky and broken moan, gave her the answer she was looking for.

“you’ve got to stay quiet, baby.” her lips left your ear as she excused her abrupt absence from the conversation. she positioned her body differently so that she had more access to your heat. your thighs were a mess as she continued teasing your folds under the table. you struggled to keep quiet, her hand continuing its abuse. your mind was foggy and your thoughts incoherent. all you could focus on was your grip on her hand, and your grip on the table. your lips were peeling apart at your teeth, as you painfully attempted to keep quiet.

“too much of a slut to keep quiet babe, huh?” you hadn’t realised her face come back towards you, breaking away from the conversation again. you were too focused on keeping your tattered lips intact, your knuckles growing white from your harsh grip on the table.

“answer me.” she broke you away from your thoughts, curling her fingers upwards. your breaths were jagged and uneven.

“mhm.” her pace didn’t falter however, at the small mumble that fell from your lips. the knot in your stomach tightened until it snapped all at once, hitting you so hard you let out a loud gasp, which you later disguised as pain from hitting your leg on the leg of the table. your eyes were wide, brimmed with tears of pent up frustration that you refused to let fall. she gave you a wicked smirk before turning towards the stage as the event started, licking your wetness of her fingers discretely.

Unknown Affection

Billie eilish x female reader !

Summary: Your best friend finally expresses her affection for you after finding out your boyfriend cheated.

Warnings: Tiniest bit of angst and a little smut towards the end

First ever fic, praying you guys like it!! Notes at the end.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You and billie were best friends. Joined at the hip since you met in middle school, 7th grade, a moment you'd never forget. She was popular amongst all the other kids at school, and you were quiet. You only had about a few friends to talk to, but that was all. You never really cared about that kind of stuff.

It took you by surprise, and you almost couldn't believe it when she started talking to you during one of the classes you shared together. "Hi, I'm billie." You just nodded your head and smiled. You weren't much of a socializer, so you didn't really know what to say.

"Not much of a talker? I get that." Once again, you nodded and smiled. You were nervous, scared you might say the wrong thing. She tilted her head and gave you a warm smile. "You're very pretty." Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked at her, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. It was something you were never used to. Amused by your reaction, she just laughed. And immediately after that, you and billie were friends.

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Fast forward a few years later, you and billie were in her fancy little apartment. Now in college. And here you were, talking up a storm as she just sat there and listened. Her head rested on the palm of her hand, pretty much admiring how beautiful you were. You never really understood why she thought you were "so gorgeous" when she was literally the definition of it.

Billie was perfect, not a single imperfection in sight. You kept talking and noticed she wasn't really paying attention. "Billie? Are you listening?" She chuckled. "Of course I am. I'm just a little distracted, love, that's all." You shook your head and nudged her shoulder. "Well, as I was saying, I caught him cheating, AGAIN. And he just sat there, denying it... i swear he's just so -" You looked at her, realizing she wasn't listening again. "Okay whatever. Never mind."

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your coffee. She just laughed and sat up, looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite decipher. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I keep telling you to break up with him..." She said, looking at you with a bit of disappointment in her eyes. You circled your finger around the rim of your cup and sighed. "I know, but... he was my first love billie. I'm just confused."

Billie looked at you. She could tell you were genuinely hurting, but it was really starting to get on her nerves. That little boyfriend of yours always rubbed Billie in the wrong way. He was always googly eyeing her and trying to always talk to her. Billie knew he was just using you. She scoffed and crossed her arms, leaning back against the couch. "I just wish you would drop him already. Seriously, you've been at this for how long already? It's tiring." You looked at her and just blinked, a bit taken aback from the aggression in her voice. "Okay bils...I get it. There's no need to be rude."

You grabbed your cup and got up, walking to the kitchen. Doing anything to get away from the awkward situation. She blows raspberries and scratches the back of her neck awkwardly, realizing she was out of place and was definitely a bit rude. This wasn't like her. She stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your arm as she spun you around to face her. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just... you deserve better love. Way better."

You looked down at the hand that held onto yours, then back up at her. She's right. You did deserve better. Your boyfriend is an asshole and just uses you to get close to billie, but you didn't want to admit it. This kind of thing happened all the time. People always used you to get close to her, and it was bothering you.

You looked down at your feet, biting your lip to try and prevent the tears from forming in your eyes. You failed. You clenched your jaw as the tears fell from your eyes. Billie noticed and lifted your chin with her hand, gently wiping the tears away with your thumb as she cupped your cheek in the process. "Hey, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And if he can't realize that, then he's a dick that doesn't deserve either you or your love. Forget about him."

You looked into her eyes. She leaned in closer, and you felt your heart start to race. What was she doing? You grabbed onto her arm gently and closed your eyes. She smirked and stopped, only a few inches away from your lips. She could feel your heavy breath. It was tempting...so tempting. She cupped your chin and lifted it higher as she gently placed her lips on yours and smiled as she felt your grip on her arm tighten.

She waited until you parted your lips, a sign that you gave her permission to continue. She snaked her hands around your waist, pulling you so close that she could feel your heartbeat on her chest. She hummed into the kiss, noticing your hands trembling as they held onto her arms for support.

Billie licked the bottom of your lips before lifting you up into her arms and placing you gently onto the kitchen counter. Her lips snaked down to your neck. Licking. Biting. Completely devouring you. Your head fell back, and you moaned. She smirked. You looked so beautiful beneath her, so helpless and weak to her touch. Billie always had a thing for you. Compelled to tell you the truth. But never wanted to make a move, worried she'd make you uncomfortable... until now.

Billie moved her hand from your waist to under your shirt. When she realized you hadn't been wearing a bra this entire time, it had only turned her on even more. She cupped your breast in her hand, circling your perked up nipple with her thumb, and you moaned again. You grabbed onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin as she pinched down on your nipple. Causing your eyes to flutter shut from the stimulation. "Mmn... Billie-"

This was your best friend. You had thoughts about situations like this, maybe once or twice, but you always brushed it off. Now that you were experiencing the real thing. You wanted more... needed more. You'd never felt so good in someone's embrace like this before. She made you feel so special.

She licked a stripe up your neck before pulling back and looking at you, only lust and desperation filling her eyes. She licked her lips and smirked, biting down on her bottom lip. Her hand fell down to your ass before pulling you closer. Her head resting on your shoulder, your scent driving her absolutely wild.

"Fuck... you have no clue what you do to me..."

Notes:

I literally had to re-write the whole thing because my phone died, and I didn't press save.💔 But it ended up turning out better than what I initially wrote...

But I hope you enjoyed it! This is just a little something, so I know what I want to do moving on :) 💕

It pisses me off so much, always ruins the fic

when i read “jenna ortega x male reader” ????? men used to go to war and build castles and now they’re requesting fanfics on tumblr 😭 go away you freaks shes for the girls only

Make It Better

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: it's almost 3 am and I'm doing this but hey ! Tann never fucking sleeps 😀 enjoy 😙

Summary: you helped your girlfriend relax.

Warnings: soft dom billie, sub reader, eating out (bil receiving) think that's it ? Smut as per !

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It had been a long day for the both of you, Billie finally arriving home complaining slightly on song topic, how her and Finneas just couldn't seem to get anything done today. She knew she couldn't rush anything but it still annoyed her.

You two were currently laying in bed on your phones. You had been home all day, doing household chores to make sure everything was clean. You had missed her so much today, and to be honest you were starting to feel horny. That didn't help when you just opened tiktok, watching your for you page when you see edits of your girlfriend.

You loved them all, soft ones, hot ones. But this one in particular set something off inside you. It was from one of her music videos, Happier Than Ever, she was on the roof in the rain. When you catch sight of her mouth moving in a sexy way, the same way it would when your lips were on her lower ones. Your mind races as you look beside you, directly at her. You shift on the bed, feeling your pussy throb at the thought.

You place your phone down. Going to slowly get ontop of her. "Babyy." You place your hands on her shoulders. She lets out a tired sigh. "Yeah, sweetheart?" She could never ever take anything out on you, always so soft even when she had a shit day.

"Want me to make it better bils." You kiss her cheek softly, her hand coming up to your check to move some hair out of your face. "What do you have in mind sweet girl, hm?" You bit your lip gently, staring at her lips and features lovingly. "You wanna help me out baby?" You nod, really wanting to. She grabs your hand getting you to get off the bed.

"Knees angel." You do exactly that, eager to taste her. You wanted it, and so did she. She looks down at you, her blue eyes heavy with lust. Lids hooded. Her hand comes in contact with your chin, keeping your head there so you look at her. "Take off my pants baby go on." You grip them, pulling them down along with her merch boxers. She wore them all the time, and so did you. You loved wearing her merchandise it was always the softest, cozy thing you owned.

They pool around her ankles as you're face to face with her cunt. It glistening just for you, a small whine leaves your lips so excited to dive in. She chuckles at you. "Too precious." Your hands grasp her thighs as your tongue touches her clit, a whiney sigh escaping you. It was music to her ears. She craved your noises. Even more so against her. Her hands go to your hair, gripping firmly as your tongue moves to her entrance, tasting her so carefully. You were in heaven.

Her moans soon spill into the dark bedroom. "Fuck.." She breathes delicately. Your movements soon sped up. Her taste invading your mind, causing your eyes to roll back. A louder moan coming out of you. You were desperate to taste more of her. She groans slightly, that turning into beautiful moans. Not only did you desperately need her to cum. You were begging in your mind for her to make that face, the face she made in the video.

So your tongue moves from her entrance to her clit, incredibly fast. You eventually end up sucking her flaps in the process. You whine into her as the taste becomes more. She was close. "Good girl, good girl good girl." Her voice was slightly whiney as she guided your face deeper. "That's it, fuck!" She purrs as you found the right momentum. Your eyes dart up to her face, noticing it back slightly, seeing her mouth agape. There it was!

She made no sound while doing so, too caught up in the way your tongue moved. But soon enough she was gushing all over your tongue. You drink, thirsty. Her hands massaging your scalp as you do, feeling your head lean on her thigh. Out of breath yourself. "So fucking good to me baby. So. Good."

NESSA BARRETT

NESSA BARRETT X F!READER

warnings: SMUT, softdom!nessa/sub!reader, fingering (in a car)

wc: 2,090

a/n: gif creds to sweetfridays !! - requested! so im not sure who’ll see this (since majority of my followers dont read my ness fics lol) but recently ive been thinking about deleting my acc (not confirmed yet obvi since im literally posting this LMAO) but i just wanted to give you guys a heads up! that’s it lol love youu <3

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET TONIGHTTT 🗣️🗣️

SYNOPSIS: You’re Nessa’s passenger princess..

Every time you got in your girlfriend’s car, she never let you drive.

At first, you had been confused - did she not like when you drove? Was there something you were doing wrong? But as time went by, you realized why: Nessa loved having you as her passenger princess.

So, here you were - as usual - in the passenger seat of her car.

It was a Friday night and you and Nessa had planned a date night earlier that week. Ultimately, she had surprised you by reserving a table at a new restaurant that had moved in a few streets over. Despite it being expensive - and you telling her numerous times to not spend such money on you - Nessa didn’t care as long as it was for you; everything was for you.

Lying around as you wait for your girlfriend to pull into your apartment’s parking lot, you let the sound of your tv invade the otherwise silent space. Scrolling through your phone, you impatient wait for a text from her telling you she was here.

As if she knew, your phone pinged.

From: ness 🤍

here ;)

Your lips curl up at the message. Liking it, you leave it as a reply before shutting your phone off and getting up from your couch. Turning off the television, you make your way out of your apartment and down to the parking garage, in search for the girl waiting for you.

Once you notice her car, a smile spreads on your lips as you see her inside. A small, red dress lays on her body, though you’re unable to see the full thing with her sitting in the driver’s side. Her black hair sits on her shoulders, some strands curling down past her collarbones. God, she was breathtaking.. and all she was doing was sitting there.

When you rounded the car, the movement caught Nessa’s attention. She looked up, her eyes lighting up as she saw you walk closer. Plump lips curled up as she watched you.

Curling your fingers around the handle of the car door, you swing it open before seating yourself inside. Once the door shuts behind you, you glance over at your girlfriend. With her phone now in her lap, her left hand rests on the bottom of the wheel as she looks at you.

“You look beautiful, princess.” Nessa hums, smirking as her light eyes look you over. You can’t help the way your body heats up at her words and intense gaze, shifting slightly in your seat.

“Thank you.” You mumble, meeting her eyes. “So do you.” You add, your smile matching hers as her grin grows wider. Nessa reaches her hand over to gently grab yours, bringing it up to her lips and pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. Your face heats up the simple action before she squeezes it and lets it rest back in your lap.

The car rumbles to life as she turns it on, the radio blaring through the silence. Buckling yourself in, you relax back in the chair as Nessa pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Your attention gets pulled by the scenery flowing by, the slight crack of the window open letting the breeze pass by. With the sun setting, street lights illuminate the road, as well as from people’s houses.

Your breath hitches softly as soon as you feel a cold hand slither along your thigh. Glancing down, acrylics tease your skin as your heartbeat picks up slightly. Sparing a look at Nessa, you notice her still looking forward, but the small smirk on her face doesn’t conceal her true feelings. She was doing this on purpose - she was always one for teasing.

“Ness,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat again, trying not to let the butterflies in your stomach get to you. She hums, but doesn’t verbally reply. But as soon as she squeezes your thigh softly, your fingers twitch as they grip the seat underneath you. “Don’t tease.” You exhale shakily, jaw clenching as you swallow dryly.

Nessa lets out a soft chuckle, that sinful smile appearing on her red-kissed lips. She was so appealing - it was almost unhealthy for you. Not once do you go a day without thinking of her, in any sense of the word. Despite her being your girlfriend, the amount of times just the thought of her distracts you shouldn’t be allowed.

“M’not teasing, baby.” She says, purposely swirling her middle and ring finger on the inside of your thigh, underneath your skirt. Inhaling a deep breath, you lick your lips as you try to recover from her obvious teasing (even though she denies it).

Subconsciously you bite at your bottom lip, focused again on the trees and houses flying by as your girlfriend drove to the restaurant. Too distracted, you didn’t realize when a red light flashes and the car stops at it. Your eyes widen slightly as soon as fingers curl around your chin, turning your head to face the girl beside you. Nessa smiles at you, her lips closed as her thumb pulls at your bottom lip, freeing it from the rough clamp of your teeth on it.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” She coos, gently swiping over your lip, as if trying to soothe the soft pillow. Your eyes can’t stop themselves from darting to her lips before moving back up to her piercing eyes. As if in a trance, you nod at her words, complying. Nessa giggles quietly, the right side of her lips curling up as she hums. “Good girl.” Her thumb taps your lips before moving her hands back to the steering wheel as the light just so happens to turn green.

Her praise makes an involuntary shiver go through you as your thighs loosen. You hadn’t even realized you were clenching them together until she pulled away from you. You knew that Nessa was aware the effect she had on you, but you let her play her game (not that you had a say in it anyway).

The song on the radio changes as Nessa presses on the gas. Her hand gravitates back to your thigh as if on instinct. Though, this time, her fingers inch up closer to where you truly need them. Huffing in a breath at the sudden contact, your lips part once her thumb presses against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. Your hand instinctively grips at her arm, breathing picking up as seconds go by.

Nessa chuckles, licking over her teeth. “You’re already so wet, Y/N.” She teases, gliding her middle finger along you through the fabric. You let out a quiet whine, your back arched against the seat as you impatiently wait for her to do more than just graze where you need her most. “So needy.” She hums mockingly.

Despite her taunting, she curls her manicured nail around your panties and hooks them to the side to give her better access. An involuntarily gasp leaves your lips as her finger gathers your wetness, turning your head to watch her. Nessa was still looking forward, focused on the road and other cars, though a part of you felt greedy for her attention - you needed it; craved it.

She’s so beautiful - even just from the side. Her lips pout out as she allows a car to turn out of the parking lot it resides in, her eyes hypnotizing as she stares forward, her nose poking forward, the sight only seeming to add to your lust in the moment. Her hair sits perfectly, silky strands along her shoulders as it blows slightly from the wind passing by.

“Please,” you whisper, rolling your hips up against her fingers. How she was so focused on the road all while touching you so intimately you’ll never know. Your eyes watch the way her plump lips turn up at your plead. Nessa glances over at you, her heart beating out of her chest as she takes in the look of you so needy, slouched back in the passenger seat, begging for her.

How could she say no to that?

Without a word, Nessa plunges her middle finger inside you. A sharp gasp leaves you, your nails digging into the soft skin of her wrist. She lets out another quiet chuckle before looking back at the road ahead of her. “Can you take another?” She mocks - you can, she knows that. With a fervent nod in response, Nessa forces her ring finger to join her middle inside you. A breathy moan emits from your throat as your eyes flutter shut, the curl of her fingers inside you hitting that perfect spot.

“Does that feel good, princess?” Princess - Nessa loved calling you that.. for obvious reasons. It always sent a wave of heat down your body, only adding to the need swarming inside you.

You nod instantly, your hair scratching against the back of the seat at the action. Pants leave your lips, a moan emitting from your mouth as you rut your hips in time with her fingers’ thrusts. Her thumb moves up, pressing teasing circles along your clit. The movement only adds to your pleasure as a throaty moan leaves you, your back arching against the seat. This was so wrong, doing this in her car while she drives - if anything, it was illegal. But, god, not one part of you cared in that moment, too high off of the feeling of her feverish fingers plunging inside you.

“Words, sweetheart.” Nessa hums, the gesture of her thumb adding pressure on your most sensitive spot. You stammer at first, licking your now dry lips as you take in a shaky breath.

“Yes.. s’good, Ness.” You huff out, blinking your eyes open as you look over at her. She has her bottom lip between her teeth as she spares a look to you, lust evident in her expression. Her thighs were tense beneath the steering wheel, a visible line showing off her clenched jaw. Fuck, the sight only got you off more - the pure desire on her face making another swarm of butterflies invade your stomach.

Without thinking too much about it, you lean over, connecting your lips with her neck. Despite being blinded by pleasure, you knew not to outright kiss her as she drove. Wet kisses are placed on her neck as you mouth at her skin, too lost in euphoria to properly pepper them along her. Moans mix into her skin as Nessa’s fingers only seem to quicken inside you, curling into that spot that makes your thighs shake.

“Close?” She coos. Nodding in response, a whimpered reply elicits from your lips. Nessa hums before the sound of the radio grows louder, her foot on the gas pedal pressing down harder. The adrenaline of the situation hits you all at once, that knot in your stomach tightening more and more as seconds went by. “Look at me when you cum for me.” She tells you.

Fuck yes.

With a shaky breath, your lips part as you lean your head back, watching her side profile. Your thighs quiver as the band inside you breaks, a harsh moan mixing with the music as you clamp tightly around her constant moving fingers. Nessa nods slowly as you reach the peak of euphoria, a glance of her green eyes looking you over as you come undone on her fingers.

“Good girl,” She draws out, helping you through your orgasm. With a heavy breath, you fall limp in the passenger seat, eyes shut. A whimper leaves you as she slowly, but gently, discards her fingers from you.

The car hits a bump as Nessa turns, pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant she had reserved a table at. Still recovering from the pleasure, you don’t move, but your eyes flutter open. Licking your dry lips, you’re slowly regaining your even breathing as you glance over at your girlfriend beside you.

As Nessa parks, she turns her head to lock eyes with you as she brings her hand up to her lips. Enveloping the fingers that were previously inside you in her mouth makes your own lips part as your breathing immediately falls out of line again. Her blood red lips from the lipstick she added earlier curls up sinfully at your reaction, sucking on the evidence of your arousal before pulling them back out.

“Let’s go eat, princess. We’ll have dessert at my house.”

tags!: @tan1shere @loving1dsworld @strnilolover @luv-sturno @pr3ttyf4wn

girly i can’t be the only one who thinks billie at a club or a party for her album or something and reader was invited or is there and (now im listening to chase atlantic (into it then that is playing rn is OHMAMI) and i was like imagine them meeting flirting then they started dancing and grinding on each other then (i have a feeling billies hand placement would be gripping her hips) billies hand starts to wander and before it can go any further billie takes reader to her car and they fuck and billie fucks her past overstimulation and like is just pussy drunk and drunk off the taste of her

is my brain a blessing..or a curse 🧐

🏠💥

i have a confession:

chase atlantic is my number one artist on Spotify 🫣

so any excuse to write a fic based on a song of theirs is always taken

drunk on her touch

drunk on her touch | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you meet billie at her party, she cant keep her eyes off you.

warnings. alcohol, flirting, smut, oral, overstimulation, this one isn’t proof read i got too lazy

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the music was loud, the air was warm, and the bartender serving you was very kind. his eyes focused on you as you looked away, trying to catch the eyes of someone you could use to escape the conversation.

“no thank you.” you replied to his offer of another drink. you hadn’t payed for a single one tonight. your head was spinning with things you could say to excuse yourself and get out of the awkward silence between his boring questions.

“i think i’ll just head to the bathroom.” you said politely, getting off the stool and heading in a random direction. billies caught you immediately, she’d been eyeing you from a distance when you’d been sitting at the bar. she excused herself and followed you towards the balcony, to which you were now headed. when she caught up to you and you held the door open noticing she was behind you, her confidence diminished slightly, not knowing how to approach you.

“are you alright?” she asked you, noticing you didn’t seem the happiest, you recognized her straight away, it was her party after all.

“yeah why?” you asked, letting your eyes wander her body as she chewed on her plump lips.

“you seemed very interested in that bartender.” she joked, letting you know she had been looking at you. you laughed, thanking the lord that you’d gotten out of that.

“you do what you gotta do for free drinks.” she chuckled at your response, leaning on the railing of the balcony, admiring your features. you were looking out at the city skyline, enjoying the break from the party.

“well i can’t have one of my guests not enjoying themselves at my party.” she held her hand out in an invitation and you hadn’t even realised you’re hand in hers as you accepted automatically. she led you back inside as different eyes caught your hand in hers. her presence was insane, you felt the heads turning as you walked behind her. she put her arms around you, as you both danced in rhythm. you pulled her closer, when you met eyes and she smirked, her hands moving to your hips.

“you can go lower, don’t be shy.” she was in awe at what you’d said, her body on fire as you begun to grind your hips onto hers. she squeezed you ass, roaming it as if it was a new feeling to her completely. her face was in your neck, leaving tiny kisses, suggestive kisses.

“you wanna get outta here.” she said in your ear and you nodded, following her as she led you through a back entrance. you got outside into the parking lot and closed the door behind you. her lips were on yours in an instant, pushing you harshly against the concrete wall. your hands were in her hair, pulling frantically as she explored your mouth. her hands went lower, pulling your pants down on your hips, so that they rested just above your pussy, but your tattoo she had spotted was now visible.

“no perception of time?” she read the inked words on your skin.

“it’s a song lyric.” you replied to her confusion at the words. she nodded and pulled you towards her car, the both of you getting into the back seat. she took your top off as soon as the car door closed, marvelling at your exposed tits.

“can i?” she gestured to your pants and you nodded, letting her slide them off. she bit her lip looking down at you, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to you.

“billie.” she tore her eyes away from your body.

“hm?” she laughed softly, bringing her lips back down to yours, kissing you harshly, setting you ablaze. her hands travelled past your underwear as her fingers dipped through your folds. you gasped into the kiss and she drunk it in, absorbing all the sounds you were making as she teased you with her fingers.

“god, are you always this wet, baby?” you flushed as she whispered the question on your lips. when you didn’t reply, she pulled her fingers out, using them to pull your underwear down instead. you groaned at her harsh movements when she came back up to kiss you.

“you’re so pretty.” she praised, cupping your breasts. “I really want to ruin it.” her breath was as uneven as yours as she glided her tongue across your body, leaving wet kisses here and there.

“billie.” you gasped when her fingers came to spread your lips open, her tongue latching onto your clit. she groaned at the taste of your arousal. she worked slowly through your folds, pressing her tongue against you. she was experienced with the act and it showed. the more noises you let out, the more it pushed her to continue.

“you’re so delicious.” she spoke the words into your clit before darting her tongue out again, flicking it near your entrance. she used her fingers to get you off while her mouth enjoyed sucking on your clit. the knot in your lower stomach tightened as she guided you to your release. she smirked proudly as she watched you come down from your high, soaking in her touch. she licked you clean, the mess on your thighs disappearing when she ran her tongue along them. she continued licking all your sensitive spots, as you writhed beneath her, reminding her of your sensitivity.

“billie.” the chant fell on deaf ears as she just continued, ignoring your pleas.

“sweet girl, you can take it.” she said before disappearing in your pussy again, you hands tugging harshly at her hair.

and when she was done, she kissed you sweetly, reminding you of your taste. but she never got to stay with you. all she ever had was one day with you.

masterlist

〘 billie eilish 〙

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-> fics

wish you were gay

context. billie’s feelings towards your friendship change as you battle the question of your own sexuality.

show them you’re mine ༄

context. since you’re recent album, you’ve been getting a lot of attention on social media, needless to say billie, your girlfriend, got quite jealous.

can i suck it? ༄

context. your best friend, billie, wants to take a look at your new nipple piercing. so you let her...

but baby, i

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.

ruin it

context. billie doesn't want to ruin your friendship so she keeps her feelings to herself.

believe what you want ༄

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, shows up at your party, but fails in expressing her intentions.

american jesus ༄

context. your girlfriend likes taking you slow and soft sometimes, choosing to drag out the experience and treat you like her princess.

male fantasy

context. when you encounter your ex girlfriend, an awkward moment turns into something more, and you both begin to rethink your decision to end things.

nothing like your tattoos

context. when you spend the night together, billie never fails to leave in a hurry.

puppy

context. your girlfriend surprises you with a gift, bringing up a string of emotions as you converse about your future together.

i can’t move on, babydoll

context. she’ll never move on, and you’ll always take her back.

i’ll show you how

context. you’ve been hesitant to engage sexually with your girlfriend, billie, but she assures you you’ll be alright.

-> series

break up with him (1), did you break up with him? (2), i like you better with me (3) ༄

context. you and billie are broken up. but despite your new relationship, when you meet at a party, the feelings you both swore were gone, seem to resurface.

my stalker (1), crush on my stalker (2), my girl’s a stalker (3) ༄

context. your stalker doesn’t appreciate the police report you just filed.

tell me i’m your only fan (1), don’t wanna be your fan (2) ༄

context. your most active fan on onlyfans soon piqued your interest as she became something much more.

call me maybe (1), i’m glad you called (2) coming soon..

context. your ex situation-ship knows how to manipulate herself back into your life, her motives however are masked by her nonchalant demeanour.

-> requests

tell me you think of me ༄

context. you’re fed up of billie bringing home different girls every night. that’s until one night when you overhear something of interest in one of her one night stands.

is that eilish?

context. your best friend raves on about the fact your wearing her perfume.

drunk on her touch ༄

context. when you meet billie at her party, she cant keep her eyes off you.

I think, therefore I am ༄

context. billie has a crush on her guitarist

on top of me ༄

context. early on into your relationship, billie voices an idea that’s been consuming your mind for weeks.

morning, baby ༄

context. billie wakes you up to attend to your needs, and hers.

those poor unamerican girls ༄

context. your religious parents aren’t happy about your illicit relationship with billie.

babbles ༄

context. billies a talker and she can't stop herself from rambling while you're between her thighs, or on top of her.

‘wanna make you yell ༄

context. scenes of a night you spent together end up as the visuals for billies hit me hard and soft tour

admit you want me ༄

context. billie, your roommate, starts a fight with you which soon gets heated.

such a fuckboy ༄

context. billie approaches you at an event, but you’re soon reminded that she has others waiting in line for her attention.

-> blurbs

stay quiet, baby ༄

context. billie teases you at the grammys (request).

bling ༄

context. the bling on her teeth have you daydreaming about her lips more than you should (request).

ilomilo

context. after a fight, you and billie find yourself regretting your actions.

wildflower

context. you can't help falling for her, even though you're both aware it could never happen.

i could buy her so much stuff

context. billie spoils you rotten. she couldn’t give a shit if you felt guilty, but you’re grateful for her generosity.

aftercare ༄

context. when billie has you weak and sensitive, she never forgets to care for your needs.

i know you

context. heated kisses and soft reassurance, and at the end of the day, neither of you needed more than the knowledge that you truly know each other.

patience

context. your girlfriend finds it hard to battle her impatience when it comes to needing you.

maybe just fuck off

context. billie’s in no mood for any distractions, no matter the situation .

las docs uvas de la suerte

context. your best friend, billie can’t help finding your new year’s tradition the cutest thing ever.

P*RNSTAR ༄

context. after leaking your sex tape to get your attention, your ex girlfriend finds a way to make it up to you.

i like you better with me | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. billie’s tired of chasing you to break up with him. what happens when you do, but struggle to regain her trust?

warnings. smut, angst, mean billie lowk, hella teasing, strap.

part 1, part 2 masterlist

your desperate. pathetically desperate. she’s been dodging your calls for days. you’d do anything to get her back which is what prompted the hasty drive to her house. the knock on her door was surely quieter than the continuous thump of your heart.

“billie!” you called, noticing the kitchen window was open so she could hear you. after a long pause, the door opened. but it wasn’t an invitation to come inside.

“what?” she asked, seeming unsurprised at your surprise turn-up.

“can we please talk?” you pleaded and she hesitated opening the door wider, for you to come in. she hesitated forgiving you without an apology like she’d done so many times.

“it depends. are you here to apologise?” you furrowed your brows, confused.

“for what?” she widened her eyes at you, as if you were stupid, and shut the door in your face. you knocked on it incessantly for the next thirty seconds before she gave in and opened it again.

“would you stop that?” she huffed, you could tell she was tired of your shit. it made you feel awful, and revealed all the reasons you should be here to apologise.

“I’m so sorry bils, genuinely. please let me in so that we can talk.” you were a rejection away from getting on your knees.

“i don’t wanna talk.” she said childishly, but however waiting for a response instead of shutting the door again.

“please give me another chance, i really need you to hear what i have to say.” it took her a while, but she was as weak as you. and she opened the door, letting you into her house, but back into her heart as-well.

“well?” she shut the door and perched herself up on the back of her couch.

“i miss you billie, and i’m so sorry.”

“are you now? because i’ve heard that before.” she wasn’t taking you seriously and she had every right not to but it was frustrating.

“come on billie, you know i still love you, i told you. i want to be with you. properly. we didn’t do it right last time. give us a chance to do it right.” you approached her, her position meaning she was a few inches beneath you. her eyes were wide and behind them, her head was spinning with contradictory thoughts. you looked at her in adoration and she folded.

“i fall for this shit every time.” she reached for your face and brought your lips to hers in a soft kiss. it wasn’t what you expected but when she smiled into the kiss, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“ask me the question.” she stood up as you spoke, pulling you into her arms. she smiled, knowing exactly what you meant.

“did you break up with him?” her words were a whisper on your lips. a silent promise you made to her that you’d failed to keep for too long. she held her breath as you spoke, drowning in anticipation.

“yes.” her smile slowly began to widen, chuckles coming out because she couldn’t believe it. her lips leaped onto yours, this time more passionate, more desperate.

“for you.” you added in between kisses and she groaned into your mouth, it was sweet. so sweet, but you couldn’t help but want more.

“mm, you taste so good baby.” she commented when she pulled her tongue out of your mouth, licking your swollen lips.

“need you so bad.” you whined into her ear as her mouth did unholy things to your neck. she pulled you harder against her waist, wanting you to feel her. you quickly became aware of what was underneath her jeans and it made you tingle.

“been waiting to fuck you properly for so long.” she kept her mouth on the skin of your jaw while she spoke, devouring the taste of your skin.

“finally can,” she blabbed on, “my girl.” her words made you grow more desperate for her, feeling the ache in your heat. it’d been present for days.

“billie.” you repeated her name every time she sucked your skin, snaking her arms around your lower body, caressing your ass.

“i like you better with me.”

“me too.” you confirmed when her hand came to the back of your neck, providing warmth and comfort.

“mh, you like the sex.” she chuckled on your skin. and you grabbed her face bringing it up to yours before speaking.

“so do you.” she tilted her head looking upwards in animation of thought. “only with you though.” you added.

“i see what you’re doing, it’s too late to act cute.” she took your bottom lip in between her teeth, biting down softly. she pushed her hips into yours again, reminding you of her position. you couldn’t stifle the groan it caused. you were pulled into her bedroom as she removed your shirt. her hands were never in the same place as she let herself discover your body all over again. she leaned on you, the strap beneath her jeans digging into your heat. you were whining for her to do something other than kiss you.

“patience baby.” she smiled kissing your face.

“you always say that shit.” you whined when she made no move to satisfy you. you rolled your hips back and forth on her clothed dick and she laughed on your skin, her teeth grazing sensitive places. she let it happen for a while before gripping your hips to stop them from moving. she slid your sweatpants off, along with your underwear. she was painfully slow with it too.

“please billie.” she kissed across her stomach, finding every last bit of skin she hadn’t touched yet, before finally moving lower. her breath was on your heat, her lips inches from your clit. she made an effort to blow softly as she watched you squirm and clench on nothing. your whines were getting louder as she still refused to touch you where you needed her. she was so turned on watching you writhe at nothing but her breath. she moved away completely and came back up to your face.

“you’re gonna look so pretty sitting on me.” she whispered seductively before pulling you close to her and flipping you over, having you straddle her. she spread her legs so that you could feel her through her jeans.

“you’re making a mess on my jeans baby, are you gonna take them off?” you looked at her hesitantly, before pulling them off quickly. your eyes widened at the size of her and she smirked.

“can you take it?” she asked, watching your eyes wander the strap. “baby?” she called for you again and you nodded.

“what are you waiting for? do you need me to do everything?” she teased before you gathered the courage to line her up with your entrance. she watched your face as you sunk down on her, the strap disappearing slowly. you got half way before you stopped and she raised her eyebrows.

“i thought you said you could take it? is it too much?” she said in a condescending voice, it made you flush in embarrassment.

“no.” your voice was reduced to merely a breath, her affect on you evident in your expression.

“then take it.” she pulled your hips down onto her as your vision became blurry and your head started spinning. you’d never felt this full. the weight of your body pressed down on her perfectly as she groaned. you felt incapable of moving your own hips.

“move or i’ll do it for you.” she threatened as you looked at her.

“i thought you wanted me to be patient.” you replied, a slight rasp in your voice, and her mouth was agape, in shock of your clap back, as she rolled her tongue across the inside of her cheek. she showed off her strength as she lifted her hips until you were fully off of her. she ignored the fact you were wincing and whining before she pushed you back down on her strap, filling you up again without any warning. the moan that spilled, guttural, and she bit her lip as she heard it.

“fuck, billie.” a few tears spilled free from your eyes as she rolled your hips back and forth.

“you look so pretty crying on my dick. i like you a lot better with me.” her words were a ruse for what was to come. and the sweet undertone wasn’t about to fool you.