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a/n: just a little idea i had a while ago because i saw a video where billies pigtails/buns were moving when she moved on stage, and it got me thinking😞 (and i’d just like to add, i love that people send me requests, but i’m currently not taking requests so if you’re still sending me them, yes i will answer them but not for a while because i have a lot i would like to get posted on here and i have exams starting next month which i need to focus on. and i don’t know when i’ll be taking requests again, but i’ll try to make it as soon as i can. i love you all and i appreciate you always🩷)

the second billie got off stage, she ran to me. her arms flew around me, holding me in a tight hug. her once neat buns, now messy from all the jumping around she’d done. yet she still looked so beautiful.

it felt like it took forever to get home, from sorting everything out backstage, to the drive home. it felt like longer than it should have. i needed billie. there was just something about how perfect she looked. i couldn’t help myself.

the second we stepped into our shared room, i practically pounced on her. my lips were pressed harshly against hers in a hungry kiss. she let out a surprised gasp at the sudden action, but soon reciprocated. the kiss was messy, and desperate, billies whines filling the room when i gently sat her down on the bed.

i tugged at her clothes, our lips still attached. it took me a minute or so as my hands scrambled, trying to get her clothes off. i soon succeeded, though, taking mine off barely seconds later.

“bil.. i want you to ride me.” i breathed out, cupping her face in my warm hands, “please?”

she nodded in response, pulling me into another deep kiss, before i moved to grab the strap. i struggled to attach it to my hips because of my shaky hands, but the second it was on i was on the bed. my back leaned against the soft pillows, while my hands reached out to billie.

she soon came over, her knees planted either side of me as the rest of her body hovered slightly above the strap. i held her hip with one hand, and the strap in my other, then carefully guided her so that the tip was pressed against her entrance. when i ran it through her folds, i heard her let out a breathy moan, her wetness coating it.

i let it run up to her clit, lightly pressing against it before moving back down again.

“please.” she whined, placing her hands on my stomach.

in one quick movement, i pushed inside her, earning a loud moan from her. my free hand found her other hip, helping her find a steady pace. it wasn’t until she sped up that i noticed. every time she bounced, her space buns did too. although they were already messy, it made her look even more perfect. my eyes were glued on her, moving over her body, starting at her thighs, up to her core, then her stomach, her tits, her pretty face, and her hair moving with every bounce.

“there you go baby, you look so beautiful.” i groaned, unable to take my eyes off her face. her cheeks were flushed and her pupils wide.

“i’m gonna- i’m close..” her hands pressed harder against my stomach.

“go ahead angel, i’ve got you just let it out.”

when her orgasm approached, her movements got slightly slower, and weaker as she tried to get herself there. i could tell she was close from the way her eyelids drooped a little, and her moans got the tiniest bit higher in pitch. i held onto her hips a bit tighter and thrusted up into her. she let out sweet whines, her arms giving way, leaving her basically laid against my front with her legs either side of me.

“that’s it, you’re doing so good. really proud of you, my love.” i spoke, kissing her head as i talked her through it.

i didn’t stop what i was doing, not until i felt her juices dripping down the strap, and onto my thighs. her moans got breathy and quieter in my ear while she came down from her high. one of my hands came up to stroke her back, while to other stayed on her hip to keep her still. i knew she’d be sensitive so i didn’t want to move her around too much just yet.

i held her in my arms for around ten minutes, before deciding that it was time to shower. the rhythmic movements of my hand along her back stopped, allowing my hand to move to her hair and push it out of her face, which was hidden against my shoulder.

“bils? you okay?”

i felt her nod and groan quietly, making me smile. i could tell how exhausted she was, but i wanted to make sure she felt fresh when she woke up.

“you were so good for me. my perfect girl. can we get up to have a quick shower? i know you’re super tired but it’ll make you feel so much better and you’ll be nice and clean.” i spoke into her hair before placing a small kiss against the top of her head.

“can i sleep when we’re done?” she mumbled, holding me tighter.

“of course.” i smiled and helped her sit up before slowly lifting her off the strap.

she whined a little from the feeling, waiting for me to take the strap off before i lifted her into my arms. when we reached the bathroom, i set her down on the counter for a minute or so, hearing her wince at the feeling of the cold tiles against her bare skin.

“sorry, love.” i whispered, pressing gentle kisses to her lips as i waited for the shower to reach the perfect temperature.

while we were waiting, i carefully took her buns out, although they were almost out by now from all of the moving.

“thank you, baby. i needed this. i love you so much.” i heard her speak when i helped her into the shower.

“no need to thank me. i love you always bils.” i smiled at her words and followed soon after her.

i lathered shampoo into her hair, then mine after i’d rinsed it out for her, before conditioning the ends. i also lathered the body wash over her, before allowing her to do the same for me. when we’d finished in the shower, i made sure our faces were also washed, our teeth were brushed, before we got back into bed.

we practically curled up against eachother, billie falling asleep almost right away, while i stayed up a little longer to make sure she was alright, before drifting off to sleep too.

I LOVE THIS

You better lock your phone

and look at me when you're alone

Billie Eilish x reader

The low hum of your phone vibrates in your palm, thumb idly scrolling. Blue light flickers in the otherwise dim room, the only other glow coming from Billie’s screen across from you. She’s curled in her desk chair, legs pulled up loosely, chin tucked into her knee. But she’s not scrolling. Hasn’t been for minutes.

She’s watching you.

Her gaze is steady, almost too steady, quietly intense in the way only Billie can be. A slow, deliberate stare that feels like a hand around your throat even from across the room. You feel it before you see it, a shift in the air. A weight. Her silence speaks in volumes: look at me.

You don’t. You keep scrolling, pretending not to notice the simmering heat between you.

The chair creaks as she shifts. You glance up. Just for a second.

Her lips twitch in a barely-there smirk.

Then she gets up.

She walks slowly, barefoot on hardwood, her steps purposeful but casual. Her tank top hangs low, loose around her ribs, the thin strap threatening to slip off one shoulder. When she climbs into bed beside you, she doesn’t say a word. She just lets her fingers ghost along your arm, slow strokes up and down like she’s not doing anything at all.

Still, you don’t look up.

She leans in, close to your ear, her breath warm and sweet. “You better lock your phone…”

Her voice is honeyed sin, low and smooth, each word a drag. You shiver.

“…and look at me when you’re alone.”

Your screen goes dark.

She climbs over your lap, slow and deliberate, straddling your hips and pulling your phone from your hand, dropping it somewhere off the bed. You finally look up at her, and fuck—her pupils are blown, lips parted, cheeks flushed already from anticipation alone. Her arms drape over your shoulders, her body warm and soft against yours.

“You ignoring me?” she asks, like it’s not obvious what she’s doing, like her voice isn’t already fraying at the edges.

You lean back into the pillows, letting her settle fully on your lap, hands gripping her thighs. “Maybe.”

That’s when she really moves. She tilts your chin up, eyes locked with yours, and grinds, slow, deep, deliberate. You groan, head falling back, but she grabs your jaw, forces you to keep looking at her.

“No,” she whispers. “You watch.”

She rides your thigh lazily at first, just enough pressure to make her sigh, her body melting into yours. Your hands trail up her waist, her ribs, feeling her tremble. She kisses you slow, tasting like need and patience running out. Every time she moves her hips, you feel it in your whole body, heat pooling in your core like it’s yours, like you’re the one being touched.

She rolls her hips again, this time moaning into your mouth, and that’s it. You’re gone.

You push her back gently, let her fall into the pillows, and then you’re between her thighs. Her tank top rides up, panties already damp. You kiss up her thighs, slow, teasing, and she writhes beneath you, desperate. Her hands reach for your hair, guiding you closer.

“Please,” she whispers, and it’s breathless. Almost wrecked already.

You pull her panties to the side and bury your face between her legs.

She gasps, sharp, high-pitched, and you groan into her like you’ve been starving for this, like every soft whimper she makes is the only thing you’ll ever need again. Your tongue moves slow, languid, just how she likes it. You feel her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling, trembling, trying to ground herself.

She starts grinding up against your face, rhythm messy, and you let her. You want her to. You’re drunk on the way she tastes, the way she moans your name like she’s confessing something holy.

“Fuck, don’t stop...don’t stop, please—”

You don’t. You moan into her, let her come undone, your hands holding her thighs apart as she arches, writhes, loses control. Her voice is hoarse now, broken little cries that make your whole body throb. She comes hard, loud and shaking, and you don’t stop until she pushes at your head, overstimulated, twitching.

You kiss your way up her body, face flushed and soaked, eyes wild with hunger.

She looks at you like you just gave her the world.

And all you can do is smile, dazed and hungry, and say, “Next time, don’t make me wait so long to put my phone down.”

sobbing crying throwing up

WE HUG NOW 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

authors note: this song has been stuck in my head for weeks

warnings: angst, divorce/breakup

you never wanted the money.

not the cars. not the spotlight. not the gated houses or the sold-out arenas. you would’ve lived in a tiny apartment, eating cereal on the floor every night if it meant waking up next to her—billie, the way she was before everything got loud.

she used to fall asleep with her head on your chest, murmuring lyrics into your skin like secrets. used to light up when she saw you walk into a room, like the whole world paused just long enough for her to memorize you again.

but somewhere along the way, the world stopped slowing down.

and she stopped looking up.

you started counting the days between her phone calls. between the nights she came home. between the moments you still felt like hers. you told yourself it was temporary. that fame came with distance, and distance didn’t mean detachment. you told yourself she’d remember.

but then came the fight.

you were sitting in the nursery, holding your daughter while she clung to your arm, the weight of the world pressing down on your chest. billie paced in front of you, her voice sharp, accusing.

“do you love me,” she asked, “or just the life i gave you?”

you didn’t have words. it hit you like a slap in the face, and all the breath left your lungs. you would’ve given everything up for her.

but in that moment, you realized she didn’t believe you. maybe she never did.

so you let her go.

the divorce was quiet. clinical. the kind where nothing catches fire but everything still burns.

she left the house. she left the crib. she left one thing behind—a beat-up old phone, screen cracked, tucked beneath the baby blanket in the rocker.

a single voice memo, labeled:

halley’s comet. for her.

you sat in the dim light of the nursery that night, holding your daughter to your chest, listening to billie’s voice crackle through the speaker.

“hi, baby girl. this is your song. i’ll always love you, even when i’m not there.”

she sang like she was still trying to hold on. and you cried like you already knew she wouldn’t.

your daughter is four now.

she runs everywhere instead of walking. she’s all questions and scraped knees and big, open-hearted feelings. she asks about the stars when she can’t sleep, says she feels safest when you hold her.

she knows the song by heart. you’ve played it for her every night since she was born. she calls it her song, like it was written by the universe just for her. and maybe, in a way, it was.

you’re driving her home from preschool one afternoon, the air warm, the sun soft on your arm, and the radio starts playing a song that makes your heart skip.

it’s halley’s comet.

not the voice memo. the full version. studio-polished. stripped-down and haunting and beautiful. billie’s voice, older now, but still her. still yours, somehow.

from the backseat, your daughter perks up, her voice sharp with recognition.

“mama… my song.”

you grip the steering wheel, the pressure of her words making your chest tighten.

she’s staring out the window, her small hand pressed to her chest like she’s holding something fragile, something sacred. and it is.

you force a smile, blinking back the tightness in your throat. “yeah, baby,” you whisper. “that’s your song.”

a week later, your phone buzzes.

someone sends you a clip from billie’s latest interview—she’s on a late-night talk show, radiant, untouchable. the interviewer brings you up like a distant memory, something forgotten.

“so, you and y/n. what happened there?”

billie laughs easily, like it’s nothing. like it’s a joke.

“oh, that. yeah. we ended it on mutual terms. it’s all good now.”

mutual.

like you didn’t stay awake for months, waiting for her to come home, waiting for her to see you again. like you didn’t rock your daughter to sleep, night after night, with the sound of billie’s voice in the dark, your heart breaking quietly every time. like you didn’t love her with every piece of yourself. like you still don’t, a little.

you pause the video.

the house is quiet. the laundry hums softly in the next room. your daughter’s asleep upstairs, her tiny body curled around a stuffed bunny, the old phone still tucked under her pillow.

you sit there, the glow of the screen fading to black.

and you think—

god, she really believes it was nothing.

you’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.the world ended when it happened to me.

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the diner moan will go down in history

holy fucking shit holy fucking shit

That moan is the hottest thing i’ve truly ever heard

literally RAW.

she knows what she’s doing

im reading the icebreaker for the first time and yes gawd 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

like what am I even for

guys what’s with all the beef on here lately can we keep it peaceful and not shady😭 like what’s going on

istg if i don’t die of food poisoning im gonna die of starvation im so freaking hungry but nothing will stay down💔💔

genuinely need her so bad

This is incredibly random but i love when yall ask the most outrageous things in my inbox.

I’m here for the girlies and i want you all to know tmi doesn’t exist with me, im happy to answer absolutely anything, like literally confess your deepest darkest secrets or just ask me how to eat puss or sumn idk. im telling you theres no such thing as tmi w me and yall. i love u all xoxo

ME EVERYTINE I SEE A FUCK ASS ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT

like literally fuck out my face

i say i like boys & girls but by that i mean i like matt, chris, & nick, and then girls. and that’s it.

i can’t do nights…

my girl is not a liar 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Guys! I do NOT have clips from the show last night, to be fair i totally forgot there was even a show last night, my source is my friend and she watches every live and listens to every sound check on twit.

So ofc i believe her when she says it was brought up in soundcheck. As far as the gc segment she told me she saw it in the texts, idk what to tell you guys but them being in tumblr has been a gut feeling ive had for MONTHS so like im not knocking anything. Ik these men get their freak on. Definitely take it to the penthouse.

YOUR THEMES ALWAYSSS EAT DOWN THEY LOOK SO PRETTY

UGH STOP ILL KISS YOU💋💋

i wish i could get him pregnant☹️☹️☹️

quen is so tea

this is officially a WHORE HOUSE

legs are SPREAD😩😩

physically i’m in bed but mentally im at coachella⭐️

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

i love all you hoes on here you really match my freak🩷

literally the best series i’ve ever read

LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - SERIES MASTERLIST (r.c)

: ̗̀➛ one ⋆┆two ⋆┆three ⋆ ┆four ⋆┆five ⋆ ┊six ⋆ ┊seven ⋆┊eight ⋆┆nine ⋆┆ten ⋆┆eleven ⋆ ┊twelve ⋆ ┊thirteen ⋆┊ fourteen ⋆ ┊fifteen┊sixteen ⋆ ⋆ ˚✧ [more to be added]

: ̗̀➛ TAGLIST is CLOSED¡!

flash us WHAT WHO SAID THAT

Asking everyone to report this weird bitch on wattpad who is stealing my work and pretending to be me! She’s stealing from a black creator/writer and also switched black!reader to white!reader.

This is upsetting and annoying.

@bernardsbendystraws @colorthecosmos444 @thenickgirl @mattslolita @leoslaboratory

@whore4mattsturniolo @sosasturns @snoopychris @nickssidewitch @lunasbongrip

@sturnioz-main @submattsgf @submattenthusiast @mattybsgroupie @sturnioz

PLZ TAG OTHER PPL!!

i love this

@armodeous @chrisspussygang @billiesbabygirll @billiesbabygirleilish @matthewsvelma npt!!

TAG GAME!!!

Lockscreen, Home screen and the Last playlist you listened to!!

Npt: @thenickgirl @chrepsi @bernardsbendystraws @whore4mattsturniolo @pvssychicken @nickssidewitch

tysm for the tag babe<3

I hope you think of me when you look at the colour red, drink diet pepsi and smell vanilla cupcakes:)

@billiesbabygirll @sturnsjoy @scorpio1205 @whor3ing @luvs4matt : npt

Tag game!!

I hope you think of me when..

I hope you think of me when you see anything periwinkle or broadway related

@xoxzso @soft-likethesunset @sweetreveriee @auntiejohn @meangirlsbway @urmumsfan @xoxochb

@im-on-crack-send-help

JUST BECAUSE A GAY MAN KISSES A WOMAN DOES NOT MEAN HE IS NO LONGER GAY!!

this fandom annoys me sometimes.