I Beg Of You For A Fic Of Billie Just Getting Her Tooth Gems And The Silver Tooth Thingy, I Think They’re

morning, baby | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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

warnings. smut, strap, praising, teasing

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her hair was sprawled across your collarbones as she awoke you with her soft kisses to your neck.

“bils?” you whispered groggily.

“morning, baby.” she breathed on your skin, her morning voice deep.

“what are you doing?” you chuckled at her repeated actions on your neck, but the lower she went, the harsher her kisses became. an attempt to wake you up softly, had turned into a mission to tint your skin purple.

“what does it look like i’m doing.” she smiled up at you, before moving lower and onto your stomach. her movements were slow with minimal effort, revealing her half woken state.

“billie.” the gasp left you as her lips came in contact with the skin just above your underwear, her fingers pulling the fabric down slowly.

“mhm?” she mumbled, her mouth leaving wet trails all over your stomach, which tickled your skin.

“billie.” she chuckled at this one, your incapability to say anything else amusing her.

“your little gasps are so cute, angel. but i’m going to need a little more convincing to give you what you want.” she kissed your lips, and they followed in sync. her hands roamed your thighs, teasing the place you wanted them. she swallowed your quiet moans before pulling away, questioning you.

“hm?” she was driving you to the point of insanity, her hands brushing your clothes clit when you opened your mouth to speak.”

“billiee,” you huffed, grasping at her body, pulling her down to meet yours, “please?” it was a request that needed no elaboration.

“okay baby.” her body shifted as she fumbled in the drawer of your bedside table, reaching for something you couldn’t bother identifying. she placed it somewhere on the bed before returning to her previous position on your lower stomach. her kisses went gradually lower, urging you closer to your hysteria. her hands gripped the strings of your underwear before pulling it off of you completely, revealing your soaking cunt.

“so pretty.” she said softly before attaching her warm mouth to your clit. your hands flew to her hair, and she moaned into your heat when you tugged on it with a soft force. your gasps become louder the more she devoured you, drawing patterns with her tongue, lazily. she forged your crazed state, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut in attempt to cope with the pleasure.

“billie.” her name was like an incantation to urge her to continue, telling her you needed more.

“what do you want angel?” her words were slightly muffled, her head buried in your pussy. her actions were slow but calculated, drawing out your rise to a climax.

“n-need you.” your mind was empty of the english vocabulary. the only words capable of forming being her name and shattered cries for further actions.

“need me how?” she left your heat entirely, coming up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself, your whines engulfed by her mouth. Her hips attached to yours, the strap you hadn’t seen her put on digging into your pussy deliciously. as her body moved with yours, when she kissed you, her strap slid through your folds, weakening your body and consuming your consciousness.

“you need me like this?” she whispered, pecking your lips as she waited for a response. you opened your eyes and they met hers, sending you deep into intoxication. her scent driving you wild and her smile encompassing your heart. you nodded, knowing however, that she wouldn’t accept that.

“say it.” it was a demand but it was desperate, her anticipation showing.

“yes..need you so bad, billie.” she kissed you again, diving her tongue into your mouth, filling you with the taste of her. she lifted her hips, not once breaking the kiss, as she positioned herself before your throbbing hole. when she slid in though, you couldn’t help breaking the kiss, your mouth wide as loud gasps escaped you. she took your bottom lip between her teeth as she begun moving her hips, her thrusts slow and sloppy. since waking, you hadn’t left your state of dreams, and the deeper she went, the closer to heaven you felt.

“fuck baby, you look so beautiful like this.” her words were always a whisper on your lips, hers feathering across yours sweetly. her eyes fluttered closed as her mouth drifted to yours again, bringing you closer to where you wanted to be. the base of the strap hit her clit as she groaned into your mouth, sending you further and further to your release. you clenched on the strap as she stretched you wider, filling you up perfectly. your whines grew desperate, begging her for a little more.

“harder, bils.” she smiled as she gathered the strength to toughen her thrusts. your lips fell open when she hit your spot, over and over again until you were cumming on her dick.

“that’s it baby.” she encouraged, helping you ride out your high. your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath. you winced when she slid out of you, falling onto your body in exhaustion.

“we can go back to sleep now, that’s all i needed.” she smiled as you laughed softly, pulling her body closer as your eyes drifted shut again, breaths fanning each others faces in your slumber.

hey lovely, how are you? anything new?

heyyy :)

i have hella projects atm but i’ll be back soon 💖💖

hbu?

So like.. I just saw the other fic and well

YES??? oh we're so back. 🫡

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omg, baby, sameeee 🤭🤭

<3

but you didn't say 'hi' back... 😑

hiiiiiii i’m sorryy🩷

now stop making me nervous 😰🫣

don’t wanna be your fan | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when your favourite fan suggests featuring in one of your videos, you reevaluate her position in your life.

warnings. smut, strap, oral, mommy kink, degrading?, ofstar!reader (very inaccurate only fans portrayal). also not proofread!

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when she’d first brought up the idea you were hesitant to say the least. she was kind, sweet and hot, but you hadn’t ruled out serial killer just yet. having her feature in a video would be great for your page since lesbian sex is climbing up the ranks, and seems to be the majority of your following. but you were hesitant, more that hesitant.

“Billie, it’s a good idea but i just don’t know if it would work out.” she huffed, on the other side of the phone, her frustration apparent.

“why not? are you scared?” she taunted you, but truthfully you were.

“it’s not that, what if my other fans think they have a shot and start harassing me?” a bullshit excuse and you knew it, but you felt like you owed it to yourself to be wary of the suggestion.

“they won’t know i’m a fan.” she paused for a second, and you could hear her breaths through the phone speaker. “besides, i’m your favorite fan right? i think i deserve it don’t you?” those words made you smile, imagining her smug little smile on the other side of the phone.

“okay.” she went silent, as if hoping you’d repeat yourself.

“wait, okay?” she asked.

“don’t make me second guess my decision. be at the hotel by 9pm or im locking my door. i’ll send the details.” she agreed quickly and you hung up, holding your head in your hands while you ran through the previous conversation to look for any red flags.

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“i mean honestly, ask a girl to dinner before filming a sex tape with her.” she rolled her eyes, smiling softly as you positioned the camera.

“is it recording?” she asked, biting her lip when you approached her.

“mhm.” she was cautious with putting her hands on your hips, this having been the first time she’d intentionally touched you, the other, being when she’s brushed past you when you’d opened the door.

“give them a show, baby.” she tugged on your shirt, clarifying what she meant but letting you take it off. you were stood in front of her, your back to the camera while she remained sitting, letting her hands drift to your clothed ass as you slowly peeled off your shirt. once it had been discarded to the side, your jeans followed shortly after, leaving you in your underwear.

“all for me?” she teased, commenting on the matching set as you turned towards the camera. she pulled you down onto her lap and pulled your hair back so that she could attach her lips to your neck. and when she did, she didn’t make an attempt to be gentle.

“mm.” you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of her bruising your skin, sucking and licking as you whimpered. subconsciously you began to grind your heat against her thigh, the thin fabric of your thong doing nothing to mask the harsh material of her jeans.

“so needy.” she whispered, loud enough for the microphone to pick it up though, and a whine followed.

“fuck.” she exhaled, before lifting you up, and placing you on the bed. she took her shirt off and hovered over you for a second, giving you the perfect view of her tits, moments from spilling out of her tight bra.

“like what you see?” you nodded, reaching behind her back to undo it before she halted your actions.

“not yet, give me a real answer.” her tone asserted a kind of dominance you weren’t used to. annoyingly easy to comply with.

“yes.” she wasn’t completely satisfied but gave way regardless. when she lowered herself onto you, you could feel the bulge in her jeans, shutting your eyes momentarily as she pressed herself against you.

“tell me what you want, babygirl.” she smirked, pulling your chin to face her while she waited for a response.

“i want it raw.” you weren’t hesitant to voice what you wanted and it turned her on.

“ask nicely, baby.” she teased and your rolled your eyes.

“fuck. me. please.” she smiled, but contemplated it for a second, her hands running up and down your naked body, doing everything to distract you from the conversation.

“do you deserve it?” she asked, the same teasing tone lacing her words.

“yes.” she chuckled at the confidence in your voice.

“and what makes you think that? you’re a little slut after all, aren’t you?” that made you go silent, the truth to her words making it difficult to counter.

“well? are you?” her hand was squeezing your chin again, forcing an answer out of you.

“yes.” it was said with resistance but still satisfied her. she slapped the side of your ass, eliciting a small jump.

“on your knees.” she ordered, letting your imagination complete the request. and when you were on your knees, in front of her, she gave no further instructions.

“go on, show me how much of a slut you are. and maybe i’ll give you what you want.” she shrugged, taking a sort of nonchalant stance as she waited for you to unbutton her jeans. when you pulled them down to reveal her strap, your eyes widened slightly at the sheer size.

“come on, you can take it.” she’s noticed the uncertainty in your expression. but when you took the tip in your mouth, and then finally the rest, she bunched up your hair and pushed you closer to her, the tip hitting the back of your throat. you gagged multiple times, your eyes going glossy and your pussy even wetter as you clenched on nothing, moaning around her strap.

“fuck, what a whore, huh?” you nodded quickly, doing almost anything to please her while she pulled on your hair, harshly, revealing the entire strap until she pushed it past your lips again, your saliva coating the base as you whined and cried. your muffled noises turning her on and she rested her head back, closing her eyes.

“that’s right, take it like a good girl.” her voice was sultry, and so seductive you could swear you were leaking from your heat. and when she was done with you sucking her strap, you thought your mouth would bruise. when she pulled it out of your mouth your saliva made it glisten in the dim lighting. the tears on your cheeks and drool on your chin was a sight for sore eyes and the camera had long been forgotten.

“was that slutty enough for you?” she narrowed her eyes when you stood up.

“watch your mouth, princess.” she threatened, moving to grasp your hips and push you onto the bed.

“i think i gotta show off that pretty ass of yours no?” she smirked, getting on top of you once she’d urged you to turn around. you used your elbows to prop yourself up as she unclasped your bra, letting your tits spill as her hands came to feel them up. your legs were spread wide and her knee came up to your heat, pressing lightly against your panties.

“billie, please.” the desperation in your words were pathetic, playing further into her ego.

“patience, sweet girl.” she let her hands wander down your body before resting, just below your waist, her fingers biting into your hips. you fought the urge to turn your head back, to see what she was doing, but all thoughts were silenced when you felt her silicone tip prodding at your entrance.

“you’re soaking, bet i could just slide into that tight little hole of yours.” the harsher she pressed the tip against your pussy, the filthier her words got, as if the teasing hadn’t been enough already. she knew what she was doing.

“please just do something!” you whined, and she contemplated making you beg for it.

“do what? i’m going to need you to specify, babe.” you could imagine her smirk, and you almost dropped your head in frustration.

“please fuck me.” she sighed in content of your response.

“well, since you said please.” and she was pushing her entire length into you, before she’d finished the sentence, disrupted by a moan.

“fuck.” your elbows gave out and you were gripping the sheets already, feeling her push herself further into you.

“so ready for me, i swear i can feel you clenching, pretty.” she didn’t really give you time to adjust before she started thrusting, agonisingly slow at first.

“billie.” your whines only fuelled her, but she responded with a light slap to you ass.

“try again.” she tutted, halting her movements for a moment.

“mommy? please?” she groaned in satisfaction before continuing her motions.

“that’s right, baby.” it didn’t take long for her actions to turn harsh and messy, your moans and whimpers making her feral.

“ y’like getting fucked like this? like a fuckin’ slut?” she grasped your hips pulling them towards her with every thrust, as you arched your back, pushing your ass against her lower abdomen.

“mhm.” your moans we’re muffled by the pillow you’d hurried your face into. but that response obviously didn’t satisfy her. she fisted you hair again, pulling your head away from the pillow so that you could answer her.

“i need an answer, babe.” she pulled out of you completely, leaving you clenching uncontrollably.

“yes.” your mouth was running dry, your breaths still staggered.

“yes what?” she was unbelievably persistent. she wouldn’t be able to get away with it if she wasn’t that fucking hot.

“yes mommy.” she let you fall with a small bounce when you landed, and she was back to abusing your pussy.

“all your other fans can’t compare can they?” you felt the pressure in your lower stomach building, as she filled you up with her strap.

“no.” you shook your head, unaware of your words and actions, only focusing on the feeling of her inside of you.

“tell me i’m more than a fan.” the camera was so long forgotten you spewed out words of agreement.

“you’re so much more.” your hands were roaming the sheets for some kind of solace as you felt your high approaching.

“are you gonna cum on my dick then? make a mess?” when you nodded, she moved her hand to your clit, pinching it with two of her fingers, before continuing to toy with it.

“fuck.” you could barely feel your legs as her thrusts became quicker but sloppy. and when her hands came to spread your legs wider, she hit deeper spots than you could’ve imagined, and you were releasing all other her strap.

“holy fuck.” she gasped, your heat, empty and aching when she pulled out.

“fuck that was insane.” your turned around, facing her, and she almost collapsed on your body.

“yeah?” the metal on her teeth glistened through her smirk.

“mhm” you confirmed, and she came down to kiss you, no hesitation in the matter whatsoever.

“i think i’ve earned the ‘more than a fan’ title, right?” you laughed, a smile forming on her lips when she heard it.

“yeah, you definitely did.” she pecked your lips again before she spoke.

“perfect, i don’t wanna be your fan anymore.”

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P*RNSTAR | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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she’d gone absolutely feral. leaking your sex tape in order to get your attention. you’d be livid if it hadn’t worked.

"fuck, bils. I-I’m still angry." you stuttered between broken cries, having lost track of how long she’d had her fingers in your tight cunt, your body a mess.

“mm, sure babe.” she kissed your inner thighs, mumbling words of apology like she’d been for the past few hours.

“god, i mean it.” your whines were coarse as you repeated the words until they lost meaning, having the momentary anger fucked out of you, all night.

“of course pretty.” your moans stripped away your pride as she left wet trails across your bruised neck.

“y-you can’t just leak that video of us.” she slowed her pace when she felt your high approaching, leaving you squirming under her body.

“want to show them your mine, want to watch you like a movie.” her breath was fanning down your neck as she whispered the words into your ear.

“i’m not yours.” your protest seemed to amuse her as you bucked your hips, causing her to push them back down as you whined.

“mhm,” she didn’t believe you, “that flashing red light. baby, you’re a star.” your body went limp as she slid another finger into your slick heat, watching you fall apart on her fingers.

"p-please billie.” she smirked.

"please what, babe?" she teased, curling her fingers as you gripped her bicep.

“mm, so c-close.” she watched your expression soften when you finally came undone, your juices mixing in with the previous ones, the wet patch on the sheets growing.

“we’re pornstars, baby.”

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is that eilish? | b.eilish

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.