billie eilish x fem!reader
context. billies a talker and she can’t stop herself from rambling while you’re between her thighs, or on top of her.
warnings. smut, praising, fluff.
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your head was buried in her thighs, listening to her mumbles of praise as you lapped up her juices. she tasted so sweet, her arousal coating your tongue and consuming your senses.
“mm, so good to me, baby.” her fingers were lost in your hair, tugging and pushing you harder against her. your hands kept her hips in place and her moans coaxed you into continuing. you loved getting her off. the satisfaction of her pleasure being all you needed in return. but of course, she wouldn’t let you go without taking care of your needs afterwards.
“keep going, angel.” she guided you, motioning where she needed you and how. she was always vocal with her own pleasure, never shying away from what she wanted. and it drove her crazy when you gave it to her. her mind was foggy and her lips dry, fingertips pressed against your head as your tongue danced through her folds. and yet, through all of this, she was still in control.
“fuck, baby. i’m nearly- oh my god.” her back arched into you as she came undone, and you, catching her orgasm with your tongue. she clenched around the fingers you’d had prodded in her entrance as you helped her ride out her orgasm by rubbing her clit, sucking her dry until she was overstimulated. she pulled you on top of her, reaching for her strap. this girl’s stamina was insane.
“love the way you taste, bils.” you pecked her lips as her hands wrapped themselves around your neck.
“yeah?” she smiled, unable to stop kissing you. her movements were sloppy, as she recovered and gained the strength to continue.
“mhm.” you replied, in between sweet kisses.
“love you, baby.” her tongue went past your lips, tasting herself as you moved onto her lap. she held your body firmly, groans escaping as you began grinding your hips onto her.
“patience, my love. i’m still sensitive.” you smiled, proud of your work and she clearly realised. you complied with her request for patience, kissing her was enough for the moment. and you soon got lost in it, your hands tangled in her messy hair and hers, rubbing your hips comfortingly. your breaths were in sync, your heartbeats matching each others as she broke from the kisses to mumble small words of praise. the fire in the pit of your stomach never ceased as you began to grow desperate, whining into her mouth.
“you’re so perfect for me, treat me so well.” she didn’t break away from the kiss as she positioned the strap on her pelvis. she tapped your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips. her lips parted as she was about to speak, and you knew what was coming. every-time she opened her mouth more filthy words would come out.
“come on baby, sit on my dick.” she helped you align the strap with your entrance, as you let out a choked whimper when you felt the tip. she contemplated wether you were ready to take her like that or not.
“you sure you want it raw?” she looked into you eyes, searching for hesitation but when you nodded, she pulled your hips down. she wasn’t slow with it either, forcing you to take her whole, in one go.
“mm, fuck.” you cursed into her neck, head buried there, as you gripped her arms for support. she rocked your hips back and forth before you built up the strength to do it yourself.
“that’s it, my girl.” she commented as you began bouncing like a fucking bunny. she tried to help you as best as she could but it was getting harder for her to focus.
“mm, so good. fuckin’ me so good, baby.” she made an effort to play with your tits, enjoying watching them rock with the rhythm of your body. she began bucking her hips every-time you’d sit back down on the strap, driving it deeper up your cunt. you’re eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth parted, it was a sight for sore eyes.
“lookin’ so pretty like that, babe. need you to keep doing that.” her body was moving in sync with yours, the friction so intense it nearly sent you both. she was looking at you with her eyes that had gone dark, lust consuming her as she watched you ride her strap.
“b-billie.” your mouth had run dry as you trembled in her grasp, clenching on her dick, and she swore she could feel it. she tapped your cheek in instruction to open your eyes and look at her. she was biting her lip as her eyes bore into yours, reaching for your sanity and crushing it as you went feral. she watched as you moaned, broken up cries of her name.
“keep making those pretty noises.” her grunts and babbles of praise never faltered. and when you grew tired, at the brink of your orgasm, she helped you rock your hips those last few times. you collapsed on her, a white, hot sensation taking over your body as you moaned into her mouth.
“i could stay like this forever.” she whispered on your lips and you nodded.
“don’t pull out, not yet, please.” she smirked as you said this, caressing your skin as you leaned into her warm body.
“of course, whatever you want, baby.”
could u do smth dom!billie where she’s like begging reader to let her eat her pussy like desperate 🙏🧎
enjoy, angel ❤️🩹🫶🏻
"fuck, just let me!" your girlfriend growls as you tease her and don't let her touch you. you pressed your foot against her chest, stopping her. you kept her at a distance from your body, just because you liked it.
billie was in charge, she had so much influence over you that you just let her push you onto the kitchen counter. she was going to eat you out until you couldn't take anymore, but where are you now? you control her and she won't dare disobey you. she will wait patiently until you let her touch you, and then she will deal with you.
"how bad do you want this?" your voice was so calm that it was starting to irritate her. how can you stay calm when your girlfriend is going crazy with how much she wants to fuck you? "you've got to be kidding me, right, babe?" she grabs your ankles roughly, leaning over your body. your legs are now on her shoulders, and her lips are inches away from your pussy.
"give me fucking consent to eat you" she looks at you with her beautiful blue eyes and you giggle. so dominant, yet so submissive to your words. you giggle and bite your lip, moving your hips a little closer to her. "u can…"
your two words are enough for her to put her tongue into you, showing you who's boss now.
a/n - this is very short and bad because i am dead tired
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billie eilish x fem!reader
context. your best friend raves on about the fact your wearing her perfume.
warnings. fluff, flirting, suggestive, short
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“why do you smell so familiar? I’ve been racking my brain all night.” you were leaning on billie’s shoulder, watching tv with her, on her couch. your hair was draped over her body so it wasn’t a shock she’d been able to smell your perfume. you couldn’t help but smile a little.
“what?” she asked when all you did was look at her grinning.
“nothing.” you lifted your shoulders.
“babe, tell me.” the nickname your best friend used so often pinched your cheeks, in this moment, making them flush.
“tell you what?” you tilted your head and she hit your face with a pillow, anything but softly.
“what perfume are you wearing? why is it such a big deal?” she was confused and it showed.
“it’s not, i don’t know why you wanna know so bad.” she sat up, her intrigue now eating at her.
“because you’re clearly embarrassed.” you laughed and she hit you with the same pillow again.
“no i’m not!” you protested as she lunged for you, causing you to fall backwards as she lay on top of you. she brought her face to your exposed neck, her breaths tickling your skin as she took in your scent.
“billie? what the fuck are you doing?” you laughed simply as her face was still buried in your neck, trying to figure out what you were wearing.
“is that eilish?” her face was in front of yours in seconds as she questioned you. her eyes were searching yours. and when you didn’t speak, she raised her eyebrows. her hands were still on your hips, she used them to balance herself on top of you. her hair dangled near your skin and you could feel every move she was making.
“oh my god it is!” she came closer to your face, searching for answers.
“so what if it is?” she stumbled a bit, not quite having built a response.
“i don’t know, it’s just unexpected.” she was smirking down at you, her eyes speaking the words she wouldn’t dare to.
“why?” it was a question she wouldn’t answer truthfully, but her answer was in her gaze.
“you’re wearing my perfume!” she looked away in disbelief, enjoying it immensely however.
“does it turn you on?” you meant it as a joke, and she knew that. though her response was anything but.
“you know it does, babe.” her smile didn’t falter and you found it hard to keep up with. her hands traveled to your waist as she let your words catch up to you.
“why do you think i wore it?” when your best friends mouth fell open in a groan, an attempt to control herself, you thought you’d pass out. she looked down at you, licking her teeth. she looked like she wanted to eat you. but you were totally okay with it. naturally.
also for the few anons that are harassing me in my inbox it doesn’t help with the motivation pls be respectful 😘
also don’t act like my masterlist isn’t op for being on tumblr since like september 24 😝😝
give me a break pls i’m trying 😓
billie eilish x fem!reader
context. your stalker isn’t too happy about the police report you’d just filed.
warnings. stalker billie, harsh words, physical struggle
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the drive back from the police station was nerve racking. every turn you took you felt like someone was watching you. like she was watching you. your paranoia had overtaken your life as you watched every step you took, constantly checking your surroundings and double locking the door. you were scared, and she loved it.
the buzz of your phone interrupted your hasty movements to get out of your car. you waited until you had gotten inside, double locking the door of course, before answering.
“hello?” you didn’t recognise the number but you’d assumed it was the guy you met last night at a party. you’d left him your number since he was hitting on you.
“well that wasn’t very nice of you, was it?” her voice was deep, somewhat angry. and it took everything in you not to scream and panic.
“stay the fuck away from me you psycho!” you yelled through the phone, not hanging up though, wanting to hear her response.
“it’s in your best interest to be kinder to me, baby. i’m not here to hurt you.” here. here. here?
“i’m going to call the police if i see you in my garden again.” you peeked out of the window, scanning the bushes.
“oh please, give me more credit.” this time, the voice didn’t come from your phone, it came from behind you and you spun around in a quick movement to dodge her arm that was reaching for you. however, you weren’t quick enough, as her other arm pulled you back towards her. she pushed you against the wall, her hands pinning you in place and her strength defeating you.
“what on earth do you want from me?” you held her eye contact, masking your ever growing fear. she seemed surprised. you couldn’t make out her features completely due to the darkness. her eyes however, were captivating all the same.
“i want you to stop reporting me to the police, it’s annoying.” she pressed into you, pinning your face in place with her hypnotising eyes.
“maybe don’t stalk me.” you suggested and she rolled her eyes.
“you’re scared of me. i can tell.”
“well what did you expect exactly? a hug and a kiss?” it seemed to be that pissing her off more was the strategy you were going with.
“don’t be afraid of me. i’m what you need.” she whispered on your cheek. “i can hear your heart beating. calm down baby.” you squirmed in her arms, trying to fight her grip but she only pushed you back harder. however soft her words were, her actions never matched. her face was still impossibly close to yours as she waited for a response.
“nothing to say?” she commented, teasing you for your sudden silence.
“fuck you.” you moved quickly, catching her by surprise and getting past her grip to reach for your phone. she was quicker however, grabbing it and shoving it in her back pocket.
“what the fuck.. stalker.” you contemplated on what you should call her. she simply chuckled at what you came up with.
“it’s billie.” she clarified her name.
“i don’t care, give me my phone.” she kept her distance, no longer making a move to reach for you.
“come and get it.” she challenged. “don’t be scared.” she added when you made no move to get your phone back.
“just tell me what you want and give me my phone back.” you moved away from her slowly but she just followed, keeping the exact same distance between you no matter how far back you traveled.
“i think you know what i want. and im not about to give you your phone back so that you can wait for your boy toy to text you.” her grin revealed the glistening metal on her teeth, even in the dark.
“how..?” you were at loss for words. a sick feeling rising to your stomach. no matter where you went she’d always know, she’d always be there too.
“hm?” she mocked you, waiting for you to continue.
“just leave me alone.” you pleaded her but she just chuckled.
“but you’re so fun to play with.” her smile was bright but her eyes were dark. she moved closer to you as you backed away but like always, she was much quicker.
“you’re sick.” you shook your head as her hands came up to your face. you didn’t bother stopping the action.
“i feel quite good.” her lips came down to yours, kissing the side of them, but missing them by a millimetre.
“what are you doing?” her hands caressed your neck as she moved her face to look at you.
“i know we’re meant to be.” her words were soft, contrasting most of what had transpired. you felt her hand on your ass for a second longer than it should’ve been. but when she closed the door behind her and you reached inside of your pocket, you found your phone, as if it had been untouched.
as she walked away from your house calmly, a smile was plastered on her face. she knew you’d be thinking about her for the rest of the week. and that’s all she wanted. for now.
part 2
going through my old fics is SO humbling 😬
writing progression goes CRAZY because what was i even yapping about 🤦♀️
i’m going to laugh at this a year from now
billie eilish x fem!reader
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“well you’re a familiar face.” you’d turned around to be met by her. no introductions were needed, in fact, you lingered for a moment too long, caught up in the faint memories grazing the horizon. you didn’t think the clubs in miami would be this small.
“billie.” it was all you’d managed to muster up, at loss for words, not out of awe, but out of a sort of anger.
“baby.” she smiled, and it was wicked. a smile destined for heartbreak. it was all too clear now, you cursed yourself for not having seen it sooner.
“don’t call me that.” she laughed, amused by your attempts to act cold, reject her. nobody rejected her. she was infectious.
“you have taken up quite the cold front, been having to wait on calls and flip through stations. it’s ridiculous babydoll.” you rolled your eyes at the mention of the calls. they’d been flooding in, nonstop, for fucking weeks. you’d think she’d have given up by now.
“get over it billie, it’s pathetic.” she smirked, taking her lip between her teeth.
“mm, talk dirty to me.” she moaned. in response, you sighed, heavy with disbelief.
“how did you even find me all the way in miami?” her grin indicated a witty reply in the midst.
“don’t worry about it.” her bottom lip was plump from biting on it, almost making you go feral. trying to erase images of sucking it ‘till it’s swollen.
“well this has been a pitiful waste of my time.” it took over half your willpower to turn away from her, heading towards to exit. she pulled you back, obviously, what a fucking cliché.
“come on,” she paused, “are you really going to give up on this? i know you wanna fuck me, i still see it in your eyes.” you contemplated for second, wether it was possible for her to see that in your eyes, but came to your senses shortly after.
“for god’s sakes, just move on, billie.” you weren’t quite sure if she was disrespecting your orders on purpose or if she simply hadn’t listened, but she gravitated towards you.
“oh babydoll,” she dragged out her words, almost whining. her hand came up to push the hair out of your face and behind your ear, lingering for a while.
“stop it.” you swatted her and away.
“i can’t move on.” the warmth of her lips against yours took you by surprise, your mind screaming at you for letting her kiss you. she would never learn to move on, and you’d never learn not to take her back. but who’s complaining?
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billie eilish x fem!reader
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you’d always tell her not to. tell her she shouldn’t buy you the new shoes. tell her she shouldn’t spend the extra money on the hotel. tell her she shouldn’t pay for all your ubers when she couldn’t pick you up. but there was no point in arguing with her, not on this matter at least. she could buy you so much stuff.
“you’re spending too much on me.” you gasped at the massive bouquet of flowers accompanied with the dress you’d tried on when you’d been shopping the other day. she’d gone back to buy it without telling you.
“i’m gonna hang up if you start with that bullshit again.” she said through the phone. you’d called her as soon as you’d walked through the door of your apartment, faced with this display of her affection. it was her love language, gift giving.
“billie.” you’d said in a warning tone, almost scolding her.
“need my girlfriend to look pretty in that dress when she accompanies me to dinner tonight.” you were smiling ear to ear, she was so ridiculously cute.
“dinner?” you couldn’t get enough of her antics. she was constantly spoiling you rotten. and you were forever grateful, you’d never take it for granted, not even for a minute.
“mhm.” she chirped. her voice conveying the fact dinner wasn’t an option, it was mandatory.
“you spoil me, billie.” she laughed at this, but understood the gratitude in your statement.
“make sure you wear something pretty underneath that dress, it’ll be the only thank you i need.” your cheeks flushed as she spoke. your mind flooded with images of what would go down after dinner, however cursing yourself for thinking about it before it got you too bothered.
“only if you wear something equally as pretty underneath your jeans.” you could hear a small chuckle from the other end of the phone, an undertone of surprise.
“deal.”
i just finished the second part to the stalker fic and i didn’t save it.
it’s all gone…
FUCK MY LIFEEEE BRO
i’ll write it again 😔