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i can’t move on, babydoll | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

masterlist

“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?

@adinda-eilish @ijustlovemaths @sweetcherriexs @jaxon-nathaniel-drake @mybluebossanova @diceroll65 @tothediner @st0nerlesb0 @bilssturns @london-uhmye @bxllxebxtch @tan1shere

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

i know you | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

masterlist (it’s short but it’s here <3)

‘you’re holding me and holding back’

her hands were holding your hips, carefully and gently. she was scared to use more force, afraid she’d hurt you. she’d pick you up as if you were made of glass, carefully adjusting herself so that you were on top of her. your lips never disconnected, needing each other in order to not grow insane. she was so close to you yet somehow distant, as if she was restricting herself from relaxing into you, in fear of the inevitable outcome.

“so, pretty.” she said in between kisses, not giving you the chance to reply, too distracted by your lips. but she noticed the way your cheeks warmed with her words, visibly flushed.

‘i don’t really care for that, just you.’

and she did care for you, immensely. more than you’d ever know. but you’d wonder if she cared enough. because enough to you, meant more than the other girls. and you couldn’t be sure, but it’s what you wanted desperately. and even if she didn’t give a shit about you, the strength to break up this thing you had going, was something you’d never possess.

“mm, billie.” your speech was muffled by her tongue, but it was music to her ears regardless. none of them sounded like you. her name couldn’t sound as good as it did from your lips. but she never found the courage to tell you.

‘there’s a pause between every minute’

“alright, angel?” she broke away for air, and to smile at you, checking to see wether you were still okay. a small ‘mhm’ came from your throat, and she tilted her head to brush her lips against yours. she was breathing against you, mixing her breaths with yours as she kept smiling. that smile of hers only made your longing for her lips to return, grow. her hands caressed your waist, choosing to kiss you instead of speak words she’d soon regret. and despite her, smiling like an idiot, you hadn’t noticed her affection for you, the deep sense of happiness that took over her features.

“call me your angel again.” a soft laugh escaped her as she soaked in the scent of your hair, falling around her face, trapping the both of you in your own world. you wanted to hear the term of endearment in her voice again, choosing for it to let you escape the complicated reality. but why was it so complicated?

‘feeling like i need something’

it was clear you wanted her, wanted more from her. and, to her at least, it was clear she wanted more with you in return. the raging complication was fear. the deep, shattering fear of commitment. an issue that ran deep and wouldn’t be soothed by soft kisses and strokes of her toned back.

“my angel. my gorgeous fucking angel.” and it was true. in your heart you were hers, and she wholeheartedly returned the feeling. to speak of it was pushing too far, almost crossing the limit. a limit of what she could mentally handle. because to love you would mean to give up her freedom to leave if it got too much for her. but in the depths of her conscious mind, was the knowledge that even now, she could never leave you.

‘it’s just you.’

that was all you needed. each other, like this. holding your bodies gently, in an embrace that could never be labelled. and the other girls, not that there were that many though, were there to ease her insecurity of not being enough for you. not being good enough.

it was all fucking bullshit. but it worked. and neither of you could be bothered to settle the longing for a title. it was love in an unconventional form. but it was love nonetheless.

‘i’m here regardless of the pain, don’t ever tell me to go away, from you’

american jesus | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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

warnings. smut, teasing, praising.

masterlist

the silver cross dangling from her neck touched your lips momentarily, as her naked figure hovered on top of you, admiring your face. her lips were tinted red and her eyes looked like fucking sex. the smirk she was giving you as her hand caressed your neck was as provocative as ever. she knew you were desperate for her and she loved nothing more than to make you wait.

“you look so fuckin’ pretty.” she whispered, her words seductive and sweet.

“billie, quit stalling.” she chuckled before she brought her body down to yours, tracing the curves of your skin as her face buried itself in your neck. her lips were slow and antagonising as she dragged them across your skin, leaving wet, hot trails with her tongue. your pleas for more fell on deaf ears as she continued her antics.

“i know all your secrets, baby. i know you love it when i tease you.” her mouth moved onto your chest, bruising the skin with her kisses, soft and slowly.

“bil-billie.” she took your nipple into your mouth, halting your words as she sucked it harshly, the taste of your metal piercing making her groan. your hands grabbed at her shoulders as she moved her hands down to your hips.

“love, you’ve really got to stop squirming.” she was smiling proudly, you were a weak mess beneath her. the grip on your hips loosened when she moved her hands to play with your thighs. your head fell back against the pillow, frustration knotting your eyebrows together. she was so close to where you needed her, yet she made no move to satisfy you.

“please.” your breath was shaky as her fingertips lightly brushed your clit, your body twitching slightly.

“jesus, look at how desperate you are. you’re dripping everywhere sweetheart, makin’ such a mess for me.” your whines only turned her on even more, wanting to cherish this moment for as long as she could. but she would always fold, never able to keep you waiting for that long.

“fuck.” a gasp when she brought her thumb to your clit as her fingers toyed with your entrance. she gathered your wetness, spreading it around, enjoying every little noise you’d make. her fingers dipped into you as she continued putting pressure on your clit. she stretches you out, curling her fingers as you fisted the sheets.

“mm, such an angel.” she whispered. it could barely be heard over your consecutive moans. raspy groans, shaky breaths and high pitched whimpers as she fucked you with her fingers. she loved having you like this. not properly fucking you but making a mess of you all the same. ruining your composure, your thoughts, even your makeup as your eyes became teary.

“ah, f-fuck.” your eyes shut as she thrusted her fingers in deeper, her other hand gripping your thigh for support. you felt your orgasm approaching as you clenched on her fingers. your mind was consumed by the feeling of her inside of you, controlling your body with simple touches. and she groaned when you tightened around her fingers again. her pace slowed before she pulled them out.

“billie, what the fuck.” she laughed softly at your whines and protests. but she soon shut you up when the tip of her strap came into contact with your entrance. she didn’t wait this time, her patience long gone as she sunk into you, filling you up completely.

“fuck, such a good girl.” she soothed the slight sting with her soft traces on the skin of your stomach. when you’ve swallowed her strap and her pussy meets yours, her groans are heavy. silent cusses leave her lips as your mouth runs dry from hanging open. she doesn’t move just yet, instead, taking time to rub her hands up your stomach and around your tits, playing with them as you get used to her length.

“i love this more than anything, taking you like this. you’re my ride or die, baby.” she cups your face and kisses you so gently, as if you’d break with any added force. her mouth swallowing your moans when she pulled out and thrusted back into you, settling at a steady pace. she moved away from your lips as she gathered strength to harshen her thrusts. your head was thrown back as your vision went white. you were seeing stars.

“you’re so hot when you do that, rolling your eyes back when i fuck you like this.” your throat was hoarse from your cries as she thrusted deeper and harder. it felt like she was making you float, only to pull you back down to bring you up all over again.

“bils.” she was moaning each time the base of the strap hit her clit, grinding on it while she pushed herself against you. she was so close to you, claiming you as hers. not once thinking about letting you go.

“you’re the greatest love of my life.” she rambled as her thoughts disappeared, replaced by the moment she was in. focusing on you, your pleasure.

focusing on sending you to heaven.

i got so excited but then i realised i’ve read them all already 😫

guess i’ll have to read them again, oops?

﹌│٩Billie Eilish master list۶│﹌

These are fics of Billie Eilish written by me under the cut! <33

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

Beat It! - Just a relaxing afternoon with your girlfriend, ice cream and coffee.

Love Me Right - You felt like you were forever the problem, and you couldn't give Billie what she needs. Whereas she is determined to prove you wrong.

Love Is Pain - Words, which were not meant to be said, thrown at each other angrily. Words which cut deep and made you doubt close to everything. But love was a pain you were ready to bare.

hate to be lame - You were terrified when the words first came to mind while in her presence and you pushed them down in fear of Billie not being ready, not knowing she was feeling the exact same.

Talk To Me - Reality. The word was almost foreign to you again. And you felt like this was the end, like you would slip so far away you wouldn't be able to find it again. But Billie was there. And she'll hold onto you for as long as it takes.

Time Slows - Nothing you did ever seemed to be enough, and you felt helpless, falling down lower with each passing moment without help, but all you needed was Billie. She'll always be there. And she'll help you back up whenever.

baby, don't cut - The bliss, the lightness of every single gush of blood felt more and more freeing and you thought it would be for the best to finally make your mind shut off, but one person is always there, helping you, reminding you that you're not alone and that you're worth it. Worth living this life even if it's hard.

Visiting Hours - Without you, nothing felt like it should have. Your absence a pain Billie would never be able to bear completely ever. But she knows you'll wait for her where you are, and you'll meet again.

Puppy Love - Your soul felt heavy with guilt every time you had to leave the not so little son of your girlfriend and how could she say no to the request of another member of your family to keep him company?

Blurry - God, it was so hard. Everything was, but you couldn't just stop. You never did, not when it felt like you were slowly being separated from what was supposed to be reality. All you needed was something to hold you and pull you back to it, but in your case, it was someone.

Breeze - Sometimes, all you need is autumn and a biker girlfriend for life to feel complete.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

Behind The Scenes

◈part I.: Nothing felt right without her, and everything was lost. Gone. And truly, it was solely one man's fault.

◈part II.: The man you thought has finally stopped haunting you, suddenly gives you a call. And needless to say, he doesn't quite like it when you seek comfort from the one person you should've left out of this.

◈part III. (finale): After bringing you to safety in her new home, Billie makes the recklessly stupid decision to go out to a small shopping trip by herself in the companies of her bodyguards, but that turns like the best and the worst decision of her life.

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬: ᴏᴘᴇɴ

can you make a enemy Billie x sub reader but Billie's the readers roommate and they got in to a physical fight and after the fight she held the reader against a wall??? and you do the rest please babes?

this took me agessssss, i hope you love it babe 😘

admit you want me

YEAH LEAVE MY BABY ALONE WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS TOO YA KNOW

ugh and now i’m giggling uncontrollably

THATS RIGHT IM HER BABY 😛

it's alright, I'll still marry youuu <𝟑

its officiallllll 🕺🏻🕺🏻