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those poor unamerican girls | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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

warnings. smut, praise, tiny bit angst but not rlly, slight age gap but it’s not really mentioned.

!religion not specified as this is not meant to offend anyone or their beliefs!

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the tattoo that littered her left hand had turned a purple-ish blue. she’d gotten it at the start of the summer, marking the beginning of your relationship. did you get one too? no, your parents would kick you out. this however, would be nothing compared to the scrutiny you’d endure if they found out about her. your teenage wife, the subject of your romantic daydreams.

“my pretty girl.” billie whispered in your ear, startling you slightly, mindful of her volume so as not to disturb your parents. she'd just climbed in through the window of your bedroom.

"billie." a sigh of relief as she took you in her arms. you'd been flooded with schoolwork, and hadn't been able to see her all week.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, as she hadn't warned you of her visit.

"I wanted to see my pretty woman." she smiled, her words coaxing you into leaning in for a kiss, as the wind from your open window stole your hair, providing a slight breeze as the palm trees in your peripheral swayed in rhythm. her hands tightened around your waist, as she kissed you forcefully, simultaneously moving for the bed.

"baby, my parents are home." she whined when you broke the kiss. the daylight falling quickly, stealing away the sunset.

"I know." she said simply, in response to your previous statement. leaning in to pepper your lips.

"billie." you called, laughing quietly.

"you'll just have to stay quiet." she whispered into your neck, breathing in your scent and grazing her teeth against your skin.

"bils, you have to stop." your breaths picked up in attempt to comfort your raging desires. she wasn't helping the situation when she gripped your ass and sucked the skin below your jaw.

"billie." you were drifting away from a whisper, no longer able to keep up the restraint. she pulled on your top and you helped her take it off, all rational thoughts having disappeared. you were so in love.

"mm?" she unhooked your bra before pushing you onto the bed, swiftly moving on top of you. her tongue found your nipple in an instant and you were fisting the sheets in the hopes of remaining silent. she moved away from your tits, and brought her lips back to yours instead. strands of her hair fell down, tickling your face as you kissed her.

“my teenage wife.” her words were soft and caring as she handled your face gently, rocking her body against yours, painfully slowly.

“billie, please.” you squirmed beneath her touch, engrossed completely by her.

“you’re killing me, babe.” she commented, as she gripped your hips holding them in place. she fiddled with the zip of your jeans and pulled them down quickly. it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet. and when her breath fanned over your pussy, you almost lost it completely.

“god, you’re so wet.” the irony of the comment was clear, god wouldn’t forgive you for your sins, not when you commit them so willingly.

“billie, just do something.” her breath on your heat was driving you wild. but soon, her tongue took residence on your clit, nipping at it. you covered your mouth with your hand, muffling the sounds you couldn’t prevent from escaping. your other hand, found itself knotted in her hair, when you felt her fingers graze your entrance. she groaned when you pulled harshly, and she dipped her fingers into your hole.

“fuck, billie.” she lapped up your juices, her fingers pumping inside of you as your thighs squeezed your head.

“shh, you’ve got to stay quiet, beautiful.” her other hand reached for yours which had briefly left her hair, and she locked fingers with you, squeezing your hand.

“fuck, i-i’m tryingg.” her thumb started toying with your clit as she moved her body up your own, kissing your skin until she reached your lips. her tongue slid into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on her. your body arched into her, pushing her fingers deeper until you were unraveling on her.

“that’s it, my girl. make a mess of my fingers. she swallowed your moan with her mouth and pulled her fingers out of you. when her lips left yours she replaced them with her fingers, urging you to let them in.

“billie.” she kissed your nose before slumping besides you, caressing your hair as you put your ear to her chest.

you’d signed your name in pen, mrs. eilish. a decision you’d soon be asked to take back. but how could you? how could you give up on her?

“i’ve had a hell of a summer.” she sighed, the sound of her heartbeat fading as she pulled away from you.

“but i have to go.” emotion seeped from the knot in her eyebrows as she got up from your bed. you moved to rest where she’d been laying, feeling the warmth encompassing your body.

“when will i see you again?” she took a moment to think, knowing she didn’t have an answer. the both of you had lives to get back to. reality.

“soon. i promise.” she blew you a kiss and climbed out your window. and it felt like an American divorce.

Billie Eilish x y/n

Late for tea date

As you strolled through the rain-slicked streets of Los Angeles, the gentle drizzle drenched you completely, causing your white dress adorned with delicate blue flowers to cling to your skin. The warm, yellow glow of the streetlights illuminated your path as you quickened your pace, eager to reach Billie. Unexpectedly held back at work by your boss, you found yourself running late for the long-awaited tea date with your girlfriend.

As you arrived at the teashop, you spotted your girlfriend Billie in the middle of opening her umbrella, her face marked by a sad, disappointed expression. "Billie!" you called out, rushing toward her in haste. "I’m so sorry, my boss kept me there for s–"

"It’s fine, it’s fine," she interrupted, her tone clipped yet weary. "I don’t care. Let’s just go home."

You hesitated, her words stinging more than you expected. Reaching her side, you gently touched her arm, hoping to convey your remorse. "Billie, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I was looking forward to this all day..."

She sighed, closing the umbrella with a snap. "I know, I know," she muttered, avoiding your gaze. "Let's just go home, okay?"

***

The ride home was oppressively silent, the air thick with unspoken words. You stared out of the rain-speckled window, the city lights blurring past, guilt gnawing at you. You hadn't meant to make her wait—it wasn’t even your fault. Your boss had kept you chained to your desk all day. But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the sting of Billie’s disappointment, which lingered in the space between you like a shadow.

You wanted to say something, to explain, to apologize again, but the exhaustion weighed you down. The rhythmic hum of the car lulled you into stillness, and before you realized it, your eyes drifted shut. Your head gently dropped onto her shoulder, and the tension in your body finally gave way to sleep.

Billie glanced at you, startled at first, but her expression softened as she took you in. The faint pinkish shadows under your eyes told a story of how hard you’d been pushing yourself. And then there were your soft snores—quiet, almost childlike. She knew you only snored when you were utterly drained.

Her anger began to dissolve, replaced by a quiet understanding. She sighed, her hand brushing against yours ever so slightly. She couldn’t stay mad at you, not when you looked so vulnerable, so completely worn out.

She made up her mind that when you both arrive home, she’ll brew tea—your favorite blend, the one you always say she makes better than anyone else.

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Part 2

I'll bring the ring and papers <3

don’t kill me this is so late

pls still marry me babe 🙏

aftercare | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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when she’s got you shaking, your thighs aching from her rough thrusts. your hair in a mess from when she’d been tugging it. your cheeks wet with tears, eyes still glossy from your previous frustration. your mouth dry from the cries of your release. taking care of you isn’t even a question.

“let me get you a towel, love.” she’d leave you, but only for a moment, to retrieve a hot towel, a glass of water, anything you could possibly need. and she’d do everything for you; wiping down your thighs, leaving kisses as she did so, brushing your hair, bringing the cup of water to your lips-

“i can drink goddamn water by myself billie.” the both of you erupted in laughter. and besides the euphoria of your moments of passion, this was the real pleasure. laughing and giggling. hugging and cuddling. talking and chatting.

“i love you, baby.” she’d repeat countless times, completely contrasting to the slutty names she’d called you just a few minutes ago. and though she truly meant it when she’d call you her fucking slut, her needy whore, her little brat, it would never stray from the fact she loved you. as her sweetheart or as her bitch. she made sure you knew you were loved.

“i love you too.” that was all she needed to hear from you, it eased all her stress and all her worries. she knew that she’d be okay as long as she had this one certainty. you loved her, she loved you. and although she loved the sex.

it was the aftercare that truly mattered.

let’s pray i just deleted that jenna fic as fast as i think i did 🙈😭

Slut billie slut billie slut billie 🙏

Like she’s fucking others girls 24/7 but a totalllll flirt and idk sub billie wld be nice but I don’t mind cause nobody wants to write that lowk

Thank you lili

tell me you think of me

i hope this is what u meant, hella out of my comfort zone 🤷‍♀️

ilomilo | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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the worlds a little blurry,

her comfort was the last thing you’d want to lose, a gift meant to be kept, and cherished. for as long as you knew her it was always just that, you, and her.

god knows what the fight was about. it was always the same bullshit. an excuse to fight about something to avoid your own personal insecurities.

“where did you go?” she’d call, through the phone, hurt, tired.

“billie…” a breathless sigh, accepting your inevitable return to her, welcoming it.

“it’s cold, come back home, baby.” her voice coaxed you into turning around. so soothing it made you miss her already.

and when your shadow cascaded on her doorstep, making your presence known, she opened the door, taking you in her arms.

“god, i’m so sorry.” her scent took over your senses, as you took in her features. you’d missed her, having her like this. you hadn’t felt this in weeks.

“i’m so sorry too, bils. i just wanted to protect you.” her smile faltered, a small frown taking place.

“you don’t need to worry, my love.”

or maybe it’s my eyes

also the amount of fuckboy billie requests is insane you guys read my mind im cooking smt up dw 😋😋

tell me you think of me | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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.

warnings. smut, forced sub!billie, degrading, fingering, oral, harsh words,

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your roommate, billie eilish, was very active to say the least. you’d been frustrated recently as she’s been bringing home different women every week. her sex drive was fucking crazy. and it wouldn’t bother you if they were a little quieter. but you were certain the entire neighbourhood could hear what was going on.

“you’re up late.” she commented as she walked into the kitchen where you were drinking some tea.

“so are you.” you retorted, it came off more aggressive than you’d intended.

“fair point.” she raised her eyebrows swiftly as she turned around and opened the fridge to get some water. you stayed silent, waiting for her to speak, but she didn’t.

“shouldn’t you be getting back to the girl.” you said, in a somewhat mocking tone.

“what? you jealous?” she smirked, her eyes giving you that same look she always did when she was flirting.

“of how many bitches you’re getting? yeah lowkey.” you chuckled, knowing that wasn’t what she meant.

“i meant that you’re not one of them.” she clarified, taking a sip of her water.

“i bet you think of me when you’re with them.” she grinned at the comment before taking another sip.

“hm, i wouldn’t need to if you’d become one of them.” she repeated and smiled cheekily, knowing she’d insinuated that she does think of you.

“i’d never be one of your bitches. you wouldn’t want me as one either.” you scoffed, shaking your head.

“no? i think i would.” she continued this ruse.

“well stop trying to fuck me and go fuck her, it’s what your best at.” she laughed.

“ok ma’am.” she saluted you as she disappeared into her bedroom and you rolled your eyes. you got up from the chair and headed towards your room which was next to hers, in the hopes that they’d go to sleep now.

however, they obviously weren’t tired. pretty much two minutes into your slumber they were already going at it. you groaned into your pillow. as you lifted your head, prepared to put both of your pillows on either side, something caught your ear.

you chalked it up to delusion and tiredness and brushed it off. what was even weirder was the sudden silence after it. and then, the room erupted into shouts of god knows what, you heard billies bedroom door open and slam shut, and then open and slam shut again. they’d moved into the living room.

you decided to get out of bed to see what the commotion was about, and somewhat to confirm your supposed delusions. so you opened your bedroom door and you saw a blonde girl, who’s eyes widened at the sight of you.

“is that her?” she seethed as you looked at billie, confused as ever. she avoided eye contact with you, however. “is that the girl who’s name you moaned while fucking me? she doesn’t even look anything like me.” she was borderline screaming now. and your mouth nearly fell open in shock of her confession.

“sarah, calm down.” billie said trying to move closer to her. the girl raised her eyebrows as she chuckled.

“wow, they really were right about you. you’re a fucking bitch.” she said to billie and your mind told you she deserved it, although your heart ached for her. however it didn’t seem to affect her that much. “my name is vicki, but close.” the blonde shook her head as she stormed out.

“wow bils, that was a joke, i didn’t think you were serious about thinking of me.” she glared at you, tongue poking her cheek.

“shut up, it just slipped out.” she held her head in her hands as she let out a sigh. she looked up at you, as if expecting you to say something. “is that it?” she asked.

“is what it?” you asked confused.

“i really thought you’d tease me more.” she seemed releaved that she wouldn’t have to relive the experience.

“it’s gone to my head already, my ego is soaring so high i don’t even need to tease you.”

“all that just ‘cause i moaned your name in bed with that bitch. seems like you enjoyed it a little too much.” she was testing you and you liked where it was going.

“well it seems like thinking about me is the only way for you to truly get off, so imagine what the real deal would feel like.” you moved closer to her, as she stayed silent, obviously not expecting you to snap back. “too bad you’re too busy fucking those other girls.” you turned away, intending to go back to your room but billie grabbed your arm pulling you back.

“wait.” she said simply, as if she didn’t know what to say to get what she wanted.

“hm?” you cocked your head to the side, mocking her flustered state, it wasn’t like her to act like this. it was surely the embarrassment radiating off of her which was messing with her confidence. “well if you don’t tell me what you want i can’t help you.” you shrugged, giving her the chance to speak up. and you were fucking delighted when she did.

“i want you.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you needed to hear it again.

“sorry, what?” you almost laughed and she glared at you, signalling she wasn’t going to say it again.

“please don’t make me say it again.” she was so cute like this, you couldn’t help but give in and kiss her. feeling her lips for the first time. and it felt good, better than you thought. the idea of kissing her had always repelled you due to the amount of mouths she’d kissed before. but now that you were one of them, you were thankful for the experience she had. she was a good fucking kisser.

immediately she tried opening your mouth and dominating as she gripped your shoulders harshly. but you quickly denied her, your hands guiding her hips to the nearest wall as you pushed her against it. she didn’t feel as big now that she was trapped within you.

“fuck.” she moaned between kisses as she beckoned you towards her room. you pulled away immediately.

“i’m not fucking you on those nasty sheets.” she chuckled as you raised an eyebrow smiling softly before you lead her to your room instead. taking off her shirt she’d lazily thrown on. she was left in her underwear, obviously a rushed attempt to get dressed. she grabbed your hips, still fighting for dominance as she forced you onto the bed, taking your own shirt off. she didn’t get far though before you flipped her over and she protested.

“i’m not going to let you fuck me like one of your whores. I know my worth bils.” you said harshly as your knee met her clothed clit and your lips met her neck. she let out a few gasps she hadn’t intended to and you were eager to pull some more from her. your hand traveled down to her pussy while your lips never left her chest.

“mm, fuck.” billie let out as you swiped your fingers gently over her panties. you looked up at her and she was biting her lip to keep herself quiet. not ready to give up that part of herself yet. you weren’t thrilled with that so you dipped one of your fingers in and she gasped.

“god your so wet billie. was that for me or for her?” you asked. as her eyes met yours, they were dark and angry. it was a sight for sore eyes as she squirmed underneath you, clearly uncomfortable but craving it all the more.

“you baby, all for you baby.” she said insincerely, as if she was mocking you.

“fine be a bitch then.” you kept your one finger deep inside her hole but didn’t move it. she whined as she tried to ride your finger. you laughed at her desperation.

“huh, if only all your bitches could see you like this, riding my finger in desperation.” she whimpered. she fucking whimpered.

“what was that?” you asked her and she huffed in defeat.

“for fucks sake just move your goddamn finger.” she exclaimed, so you complied by pulling it out, attempting to stifle the grin on your face.

“hm?” was all you said to her whines of discontent.

“come on, stop teasing.” she said finally, looking into your eyes. you couldn’t say no to her. she was so gorgeous.

“what do you want then?” you asked, once again. out of adoration though, genuinely wanting to give her anything she asked for. she made you so weak.

“please just fuck me.” as soon as she said the words it felt like war was over. you added a second finger and used them to spread her hole, only curling them slightly when you reached the deepest point. her head fell back on the pillow as she moaned your name, for real this time. and it sounded incredible.

“i told you moaning my name like this would feel better, bils.” you kissed her cheek softly, contrasting to the ever growing pace of your thrusts into her pussy. she cried at your words as you played with her clit, using your index and thumb. the noises coming out of her could’ve made you cum just like that.

“your such a fucking slut, billie.” she whined, taking your words in. “fucking all those girls, i’m the only one that counts though, right?” she nodded when you added pressure to her clit. you felt her tightening around you. you were so turned on.

“tell me you think of me when you fuck them.” you breathed, your heart picking up the pace as her thighs squeezed your wrist.

“tell me, bils” you repeated when she didn’t reply, and when all you got were some pathetic nods and breathy gasps, you pulled your fingers out of her.

“what the fuck.” she whined, slowly coming down before looking you in the eyes as you spoke again. “i need to hear you say it baby.” you smirked as she rolled her eyes.

“yes, i think of you, i can’t get off if i don’t. every single girl i’ve fucked in that room, i’ve pretended was you. is that what you want to hear you fucking narcissist.” she spat, but all you could do was smile. you’re fingers returned to her clit, however in a different way than before. they were now spreading her lips open so that you could access her pussy with your mouth.

“fuck.” she breathed as you sucked her clit harshly, and lapped at all the juices that had collected. you couldn’t help moaning at the taste of her. your tongue continued your attack on her clit as she tugged on your hair, causing you to moan again. the feeling of her heat in your face and her hands in your hair was too much. she began to ride your tongue as it darted in and out of her hole.

“oh my god.” she moaned as her thighs squeezed your head and her hands became desperate, tugging on your hair aimlessly. you replaced your tongue with your fingers, bringing your lips to her clit to suck it at the same time. she cried out as she clenched around your fingers, releasing. it felt so good to feel her tightening around you.

“you’re so pretty when you behave.” you breathed, bringing your mouth up to kiss her. it was a sweet kiss.

“holy fuck.” she gasped, her baby hairs sticking to the sides of her face and her eyes glossy. she looked so fucking hot underneath you.

“what?” you smiled down at her.

“that was so fucking hot.” she admitted looking up at you. “you’re too good at that.” she said making you laugh out of pride.

“don’t bring up the suggestion of me being one of your bitches ever again.” you said quietly. she smiled.

“look, i’m sorry for being such a dick. i was just so frustrated that you kept rejecting me.” she said honestly.

“i thought all you wanted was a quick fuck.” you replied defensively.

“yeah i did make it seem that way didn’t i.” you nodded when she said this.

“let me grab a towel to clean you up.” you said after a moment of silence, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom before returning with a warm towel.

“thank you.” she smiled sweetly, and you couldn’t believe this was the same billie from an hour ago. you kissed her cheek tenderly, savouring the moment.

call me maybe | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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

warnings. nonchalant billie, making out, confusing storyline lowk, haven’t started pt2

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- 2 years ago -

her eyes had been what captured your attention throughout the night. her gaze seemed to linger longer than it should, indicating her interest and therefore sparking curiosity in you. and something you couldn’t deny; she was gorgeous.

“where’s your friend?” her smooth voice pulled you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to your ongoing conversation.

“she ditched like twenty minutes after we got here, i haven’t seen her since.” you put it almost humorously, anticipating a full recap of her night when you’d call her in the morning.

“you’re not worried?” the girl seemed genuinely curious to know, clearly taking interest in the dynamic of your friendship, in the events of the night, in you.

“i was, the first time. i’ve gotten used to it. she’ll get home in one piece and rave about her night tomorrow morning.” she smiled at the fact you could foresee the outcome of your friend’s disappearance in the club, almost as if it were a habit.

“it’s kinda shitty that she ditched you, not a very good wingwoman. though i doubt you find it hard.” she subtly hinted at real reason behind her interest. it was easy to tell with her, there was no doubt in your mind that she’d be into girls. but you wondered if she’d assumed the same about you.

“what? like getting girls?” you’d given her the confirmation, to eliminate any uncertainty. and for a split second, you could swear you saw a small smile creep onto her lips.

“girls huh?” she put it as if she was somewhat surprised.

“what?” you questioned the look on her face.

“i just didn’t think id get that lucky.” she smirked and you felt your insides flutter.

“what do you mean?” you asked her to clarify, really just wanting her to put it into words.

“i know i just met you,” she paused for a second, pulling out her phone, “but here’s my number.” she tapped her phone against yours to transfer your contact, and you turned it on so that you could accept it.

billie eilish, that was her name.

- present -

it was her eyes that had been the main point of recognition. they were unmistakable, cold yet sultry, a perfect combination for a perfect disaster. you’d known it all too well.

“billie.” her tight lips turned upwards slightly, pleased with your greeting. after all, it had only been a few months since you’d broken things off with her. and somehow, you ended up missing her.

“babe, this is a surprise.” she never could remain serious, and you’d been grateful in the moment as it eased the awkwardness you’d been anticipating.

“yeah, i didn’t expect to see you here.” you were awfully bad at small talk, and she chuckled, likely recognising this.

“you make it sound like something bad?” she pouted dramatically and you couldn’t help smiling, blushing even.

“no, no it’s a good thing. it’s good to see you.” she bit her lip, as if pondering on a comical response.

“oh yeah? how good?” she smirked and your breath hitched.

“stop it.” you looked away from her but she reached for your face and pulled your chin up, to meet her eyes again. those fucking eyes.

“stop what?” she was grinning, a smile so wicked it made your insides burn.

“we tried, we don’t work.” your rational thoughts finally made an appearance with your confrontation.

“that’s where you’re so wrong.” her face was dangerously close to yours. her lips almost brushing yours.

“billie.” you tried to interrupt her actions, you were obviously heading in a direction you’d find difficult to navigate out of.

“shh.” she pressed her finger up to your lips, her ring resting against the skin of your chin before it disappeared, and her lips were on yours. her hips pressing against yours as the cool metal of her rings returned, resting on your neck this time.

“bil-” she didn’t let you pull away, wouldn’t let you speak. and when her hands traveled down to your ass, and her tongue met your own, you snapped back into reality.

“billie.” you were breathing heavily.

“what?” you were shaking your head, backing away from her.

“i can’t do this again.” her brows let their furrowed state and she moved to place her hands back on your figure, gently.

“sure you can. we can do it right this time.” her words were so promising you almost fell for them. but you didn’t reply, just escaping her grasp and turning away.

“where do you think you’re going, baby?” the term of endearment stung, an unpleasant twinge in your heart you couldn’t quite place.

“call me.” her smirk, dripping with confidence, aggravated you in a way no one else could. she’d leave you thinking about her for days to come, and she knew it. you could still feel her on your lips.

“maybe.” her eyebrows raised at your response, but you didn’t stay to hear her, no doubt, witty response.

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