Ally 📖

LATEST : ̗̀➛ ᥫ᭡PARTY GIRL ── .✦ B.E.

MASTERLIST : ̗̀➛ ALLYEILISHH‘S MASTERLIST

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You can call me Alannah or Ally ! ʚɞ ~ pansexual ~ she/her

You can also call me another nicknames/petnames if you like ! ʚɞ

ABOUT ME ⭑.ᐟ

Interests : ̗̀➛ Billie Eilish • Outer Banks • 9-1-1 • Criminal Minds • The Rookie • High Potential • Arcane • Tate McRae • Sabrina Carpenter • Bracelet creator • Mascara enthusiast • Cheerleader • the beach • Zach Bryan • Sturniolo Triplets • horror enthusiast • book lover ꨄ︎

WILL/WONT WRITE ⭑.ᐟ

WILL : ̗̀➛ wlw ~ angst ~ fluff ~ smut (if I am comfortable with the request) ~ Billie Eilish ~ Jinx from Arcane ~ The Rookie ~ Kiara Carrera ~ JJ Maybank ~ Sturniolos ~ fantasy (be descriptive!) ~ hurt/comfort ~ horror/gore ꨄ︎

WONT : ̗̀➛ somno ~ dark romance ~ age regression ~ non-consensual ~ homophobia ~ racism ~ anything that is illegal in any way ~ P!links ꨄ︎

“ HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS? “

© allyeilishh | May 2nd, 2025

cw: strap referred to as ‘cock’, hair pulling, use of ‘mommy’ and ‘good girl’

You and Billie both grew up together—due to you both being homeschooled, you constantly found each other at the park, and you didn’t like each other at all.

It was rivalry from the very beginning—fighting over the swing and slide, crying and complaining when you or Billie didn’t get your ways. You were constantly fighting over swings and the carousel.

One time, Billie resorted to pulling your hair before you could go down the slide—making you cry out and tug her hair back. Your mom and Maggie saw this, both of them exclaiming for you guys to stop it.

“She did it first!” You complained, sticking your tongue out at Billie. She only rolled her eyes, and went down the slide.

Now—almost fifteen years later, you were face down, ass up—Billie’s strap pummeling into your dripping cunt. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling at it harshly. Your eyes roll back, moaning.

“I guess you do like your hair pulled, huh baby?” She mocked, slamming into you harder. You rolled your eyes, desperately trying to keep herself upright as she continuously hit that spot inside of you—your vision blurring with stars.

She yanked your hair harder, pounding into you ruthlessly. “My good girl loves her hair pulled, taking mommy’s cock so well, huh?”

You could barely hear her as your orgasm crashed over you—your back arched like a bow as her fingers yanked you up against her chest, her arms wrapping around you and her lips on your neck

“Such a good girl.” Billie mocked, her thrusts finally slowing down, she kept her arms wrapped around you, but her fingers gently trailed up, and yanked at the ends of your hair.

Possessive Billie who would hold your waist and guide you through a big event she brought you to. Like the Grammys or smth like that yk

She would whisper in your ear all night, telling you about the other nominees—but she really just wanted that guy to stop looking at you. She would have her arm around your waist, and then run her hand down to your left thighhh xxx ugh so hot

She would tell everyone that you’re hers, as if the hand that trailed into the opening on your back wasn’t enough to sell it. She would kiss your lips, showing everyone who you belonged to (she had zero shame)

And then sneak into the bathroom for a quickie and make you come all over her fingers, telling you how you’re such a good girl for her <33

cw: fingering, eating out, situationship, semi-public sex

The music of the club was echoing through, people laughing and speaking quieted in the bathroom where you sat.

You had yourself sitting up on the bathroom sink, one leg propped up on the marble. Your sparkly pink dress bunched up around your waist, panties pulled to the side. Your makeup smudged from the earlier makeout you had with a random dude you found.

You and Billie weren’t exactly together—it was complicated. So why was she so jealous? It was confusing to you, especially when she had her head between your legs and sucking on your clit like it was her only anchor in life.

“Fuck—you bitch, don’t go so hard!”

You cursed, your voice a little slurred from your earlier drinks.

Billie only slapped your thigh, and sucked on your clit harder as her fingers curled inside of you.

“Maybe don’t climb up a guy like a tree next time.” She growled, her fingers pumping relentlessly in your cunt.

You groaned, gripping onto her hair. Your heel clicked against the marble as you bucked into her mouth, your orgasm quickly approaching.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I’m already fucking you, it seems a bit unconventional for me to stop fucking you to fuck myself.” She sucked harder. Tongue flicking out.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving your legs trembling and moans spilling from your lips. Billie guided you through the wave, before finally pulling away and fixing the cotton panties back where they belonged.

She stood back up, her lips instantly on yours. Claiming. Demanding. She gripped onto the back of your neck, holding you still. Once she pulled away, she growled against your lips, her voice a predatory sound.

“You’re mine. Not anyone else’s.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You fixed your dress, pulling it back down over your hips, before speaking, your voice low and teasing.

“I bet he fucks better than you do.”

A sharp slap came down on your ass, and you flinched as the sudden tingle.

“We both know that no one fucks you better than I do. So go ahead, jump in his bed. You’ll be jumping right back in mine tomorrow.”

You swallowed, before pushing her away. You walked out of the bathroom, letting the music surround you again. The last thing you heard from her was her voice calling out,

“I’ll be waiting for you, sweetheart.” ⋆. 𐙚 ̊