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MASTERLIST
Orange is the new black
Daddy x reader
The highs and lows
The highs and lows epilogue
On my Block
Jamal x reader
Being Jamal's rollerworld buddy
Descendants
Gil x reader
More than that

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&. K. 【 Kristen, come right back, I’ve been waiting for you 】
synopsis: reader gets sad over something stupid Billie had said
pairing: singer!billie x masc!gf!reader
w.c: 1.2k (short as usual lol)
contains: tooth rotting fluff
kk here: this is lowkey soo cute 🥹 ( request by anon !! )
“new” neighbor
not proofread
“are you sure you don’t want me to stay the night?” your mom asked as she stalled a little longer in your kitchen.
“i’m sure mom. everything looks perfect,” you replied, watching her with a fond smile. “billie’s here now to make sure i order the good food, and my girls will be here in the morning to show me around too.”
billie looked up from the floor and smiled. she was very graciously trying to put together your new couch while you said your tearful goodbye to your mom. moving out was going to be the dream come true you’ve needed for a while. but that doesn’t mean your mom can’t shed a tear or two at goodbye.
𝐎𝐡, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲.
w/c: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of angst, mild depression, fluffy fluff after
a/n: baby’s first oneshot! she’s a small thing but i’ve been on vacation and wanted to post for proof of life. enjoy 🤍
Possessive Billie’s been in my mind…
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
And then go back to your seats like nothing happened!! Your panties were ruined for the rest of the night…

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about us | billie eilish headcanons
content: fluff & cutesy
billie eilish x black fem reader
billie
⪼ when billie first met you she could barely get her words out, captured by your beauty
⪼ billie insists on paying to get your hair braided
⪼ billie is always stopping to take pictures of you, especially when you don’t feel as beautiful
⪼ billie silently watching as you get frustrated when your hair doesn’t cooperate in the way you want it to
⪼ billie constantly bragging about how beautiful you are to all of her friends
⪼ billie’s favorite pictures of you being with your natural curly ‘fro
⪼ billie sending you nail designs that she think would be cute on you
⪼ billie massaging your scalp each night to put you to sleep
⪼ billie trying to remember to slip your bonnet on at night if you forget
⪼ billie holding you when you’re feeling down
⪼ billie letting you ramble about people that made you upset during the day, never looking annoyed or tired of you
⪼ billie buying you flowers whenever she wants to because she feels like you need them
⪼ billie remembering your coffee order after the first date
⪼ billie wanting to be the perfect girlfriend for you
you
⪼ you sitting on facetime as billie sleeps on the road
⪼ you watching silently as her and finneas come up with new music ideas
⪼ you holding billie as she cries
⪼ you calming billie down when the hate from others is getting to her
⪼ you sending billie random pictures throughout the day when she’s on tour because you know she likes to see all the random things your doing throughout the day, even if it’s just eating lunch at work
⪼ you organizing billie’s closet just because
⪼ you cuddling with shark because he loves you more than he loves billie atp
⪼ you being best friends with maggie
⪼ you blasting lunch throughout the house while you do your hair
⪼ you getting frustrated with your curls
⪼ you blushing when billie gushes over your hair
⪼ you taking 100s of pictures after you get your hair braided
⪼ you falling asleep on billie’s chest
⪼ you loving every part of billie through all of the ups and downs
A/N : let me know if you guys want more headcanons from the readers perspective!! i want to write something nsfw for them :)
MWAH 💋
Billie x reader gxg smut request:
Reader buys vibrating panties for Billie to spice up their sex life. Billie surprises reader when she tells her that she’s wearing the panties on stage one night while on tour and let’s reader have control of the remote while she’s in the crowd.
“FREAK IN YOU” -switch!billie x switch!reader
synopsis: y/n buys vibrating panties for billie to spice up their sex life. y/n tells billie that she will be wearing the panties on stage one night while on tour and let's y/n have control of the remote while she's in the crowd.
contains: vibration overstimulation, gxg smut, public ?, cunningligus, fingering and more.
the backstage air hung heavy with the electric buzz of pre-show chaos, the crowd cheering of nine thousand fans seeping through the concrete walls like a heartbeat that refused to slow down.
billie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her resting room, tugging at the hem of her oversized jersey tee, the fabric draping loose over her baggy black cargo pants with a black lacey underwear hanging on her waist.
she rolled her shoulders once, twice, trying to shake off the nerves that always came before stepping into the center of the hit me hard and soft tour’s massive arena setup.
tonight the stage sat dead center, surrounded on all sides by screaming bodies, no barriers between her and the sea of phones and eyes.
no place to hide.
y/n had cornered her an hour earlier, right after soundcheck, when the crew was still fidding with mic packs and the air smelled like fog juice and coffee.
they’d pressed a small matte-black box into her palm, fingers lingering just long enough to make billie’s pulse stutter.
“wear these tonight,” y/n had whispered, lips brushing the shell of billie’s ear, breath warm and teasing.
“it’s these black lacey underwear i bought online. it has a little surprise built in. i wanna play while you’re out there owning the world.”
billie suspiciously smiled as she had flipped the lid with one thumb, heat crawling up her neck the second she saw them.
she picked them up feeling the pantie on her soft fingers. the panties were delicate, almost fragile-looking, crafted from sheer black lace that looked soft enough to tear with a fingernail.
however, the sewn into the crotch panel was a firm, curved silicone ridge, sleek and stiff, with a tiny bullet vibrator nestled inside the pocket. a discreet seam hid the wiring, and a micro-usb port peeked from the waistband like a secret. the remote was no bigger than a car key, matte black to match.
“you’re fucking crazy,” billie had laughed, voice low so the passing stylist wouldn’t hear. but her thighs had already pressed together instinctively, the thought alone making her clit throb.
“sure, you can say that. that’s why you’re gonna wear them,” y/n had shot back, eyes dark with promise. “because you love being my good girl on stage, don’t you?”
y/n leans closer to billie, an inch taller than her, sliding her arms around her waist while she stared at y/n in the mirror.
-
now, alone in the dressing room with the clock ticking down to five minutes, billie locked the door.
she pulled off her boxers , kicking them into the corner, and stepped into the lace.
the fabric slid up her legs like cool water, hugging the curve of her hips before snapping into place.
the silicone settled heavy against her mound, the ridge nestling between her folds and pressing firm against her clit.
the bullet sat flush over the hood, a constant pressure that made her breath catch.
she adjusted the waistband, lace biting softly into her skin, and gave an experimental roll of her hips.
the ridge shifted, dragging slow and deliberate over her entrance, and a soft gasp slipped out before she could stop it.
already wet.
of course she was.
a sharp knock rattled the door. “five minutes, b!”
billie swallowed hard, grabbed her water bottle, and headed for the wing.
every step made the silicone rub, the lace teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
the arena’s air-con blasted cold against her flushed cheeks, but between her legs she burned.
the intro track hit. lights dropped to black. the crowd’s scream rose like a tidal wave. billie jogged out center stage, arms wide, grin sharp.
spotlights exploded white, then bled into strobing indigo. the bass line of “chihiro” thumped through the floor and straight into her bones.
she launched into the first verse, voice soaring, body moving on muscle memory.
three minutes.
the first buzz hit low and steady, a gentle thrum that bloomed warm against her clit. billie’s stumbles. but she covered it with a spin, hair whipping across her face.
her fingers tightened around the mic. the vibration pulsed in slow circles, the silicone amplifying every wave until it felt like a tongue lapping lazy figure-eights.
heat flooded her core, slick coating the lace in seconds. she could feel it—her folds parting around the ridge, the bullet kissing her clit with every heartbeat.
she scanned the crowd. there—third row center, dead in her eyeline.
y/n stood with their phone up like any other fan, but their free hand stayed casually in their hoodie pocket, thumb stroking the remote. their smile was pure sin.
billie narrowed y/n’s eyes, unnoticed she mouthed, ‘you’re dead’ even as her hips rolled into the next choreographed sway.
the buzz cut off. she exhaled shakily, thighs trembling.
song two, “lunch.” the beat dropped hard. billie jumped, landing with legs spread.
the impact drove the silicone deep into her clit. the second buzz kicked in at the exact same moment—higher intensity, rapid pulses that made her pussy clench hard.
a soft, involuntary “fuck” slipped into the mic; she twisted it into an ad-lib, dropping into a crouch as the chorus hit.
the ridge ground against her entrance, the bullet hammering her clit in short, merciless bursts.
sweat beaded at her temples, sliding down her neck and pooling in the hollow of her collarbone.
six minutes.
the vibrations stopped again. billie rose slowly, knees jelly, and wiped her brow with the back of her wrist. the crowd screamed, thinking the flush on her cheeks was exertion.
her lace panties were soaked through, the fabric clinging like a second skin, every shift sending a fresh trickle of arousal down her inner thigh. the air-con turned it cold, a shocking contrast to the furnace between her legs.
hours later.
“billie bossa nova.” it was a slower but with an upbeat tempo, so there was more more swaying.
billie let the melody carry, suddenly the third buzz started soft, almost sweet, then ramped in waves. it went from low, lower, to high, higher.
her voice cracked on the bridge.
a little soft moan broke into the mic.
she leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut for a split second. the silicone ridge had slipped back, nudging her entrance with every roll of her hips, the bullet fluttering over her swollen clit. she could feel the wetness spreading all over the lace which was now a slick mess that squished softly when she clenched.
twelve minutes.
it was now the interlude, a quick banter with the crowd. billie grabbed her water, took a sip, and the cold hit her teeth like ice.
“you guys are fucking wild tonight,” she laughed, voice husky.
the crowd roared. y/n lifted their phone higher, pretending to film, but billie saw the flash of the remote screen.
pattern change.
fifteen minutes.
“the greatest.” the opening chords always wrecked her, but tonight y/n wrecked her. the fourth buzz hit on the downbeat. it was long, dragging pulses that matched the bass drum.
billie dropped to her knees high rising stage that she was safely attached onto, her thighs spread, and the silicone slammed forward.
the bulge pressed flush against her clit again. sliding through the thin wall of her entrance, the bullet vibrating so hard her vision blurred. she let out another low moan, gripped the mic with both hands gripping the side of the floating stage, knuckles turning white, and let her head fall back. she then turned it into a growl for the song.
“shit,” she whispered away from the microphone. she opened her eyes, the lights so bright. she completely forgot she was supposed to be singing but luckily the crowd was singing the song.
the buzzing stopped for a second. finally.
the lace rubbed against her swollen lips in the best way, raw and oversensitive.
eighteen minutes. she was now performing “over now”.
billie stayed on her knees a beat too long, out of breath, before doing back to the main stage.
her legs shook. the crowd thought it was drama but y/n knew better.
twenty-one minutes.
billie had a quick change backstage, as friends was going to perform for a few minutes. the baggy tee was swapped for a cropped black tank, same cargos because the panties had to stayed.
billie caught her reflection, pupils blown, lips bitten red, a sheen of sweat making her skin glow.
she fired off a text with shaking thumbs.
twenty-four minutes.
back on stage for “wildflower.”
the fifth buzz started the second her foot hit the platform.
short zaps, then nothing, then a long, dragging pulse that made her gasp into the mic.
billie spun, hair flying, and the motion dragged the ridge across her clit like a bow on strings.
her voice warbled broke. she leaned into the vulnerability, letting the crowd think it was emotion.
inside, she was unraveling.
her thighs slid against each other, slick and sticky, the lace now a torture device. every jump, every sway, every breath pushed the toy deeper.
twenty-seven minutes.
“bad guy.”
the drop hit and so did the sixth buzz. full intensity, no warm-up.
billie’s knees buckled; she caught herself on the mic stand, laughing breathlessly to cover.
the bullet hammered her clit in rapid-fire pulses, the ridge press into her wetness until she swore she could feel it trying to slip inside.
her pussy clenched hard, a mini-orgasm rippling through her belly, unnoticed. she bit her lip until she tasted her sweat, hips jerking forward involuntarily on the ground .
the crowd screamed, thinking she was teasing like she always was.
an hour later, “bury a friend.” the lights strobed red, then black. billie prowled the stage on all fours for the breakdown, and the position was lethal. the silicone pressed flush, the bullet vibrating so hard her teeth chattered. the seventh buzz never let up—constant, brutal.
her orgasm built like a storm, coiling tight at the base of her spine. she could feel every pulse in her body, her fingertips, the soles of her feet. slick poured out of her, soaking the cargos’ crotch dark. she crawled forward, hair hanging in her face, and let the climax hit.
it crashed over her in silence, clutching the mic on the ground, not even singing anymore—the crowd was practically screaming the lyrics.
her pussy spasmed hard around the ridge, walls fluttering, clit throbbing against the bullet. as the beat dropped, “i wanna end me!” billie’s back arched, her mouth falling open. the lights flicked onto her. them the lights cut to black. the crowd lost their minds when they saw her. especially y/n.
encore.
“what was i made for?” billie sat on the edge of the stage now. the piano intro floated soft and aching. billie looked at y/n. then the eighth buzz came in gentle now—slow, rolling that constant pace that kept her on edge without pushing her over.
billie’s voice cracked on the high notes, tears pricking real this time. the vulnerability of the song mixed with the aftershocks until she couldn’t tell where performance ended and truth began.
the silicone sat heavy, soaked, a reminder of who owned her tonight.
final note. lights out.
-
as billie had finally finished performing, she stumbled offstage on wobbly legs, crew parting like water. she sped walked the dressing room, slammed the door, and locked it.
y/n was already there, leaning against the vanity, remote string dangling from one finger.
“hi, baby,” y/n said softly. “you were perfect.”
billie didn’t speak. she crossed the room in three strides, grabbed y/n by the hoodie strings, and crushed their mouths together.
the kiss was messy, desperate. their teeth clashing, tongues sliding, billie’s hands fisting in fabric. she tasted salt and adrenaline and y/n’s cherry lip balm.
“you’re soaked,” billie growled against their lips, palming the front of y/n’s shorts. the denim was damp, warm. “just from watching me fall apart?”
y/n whimpered, hips bucking into billie’s touch.
“couldn’t help it. seeing you try not to cum in front of ten thousand people—”
billie cut them off with another kiss, walking them backward until y/n’s spine hit the wall.
she dropped to her knees, yanking the button of y/n’s shorts open with trembling fingers. the zipper rasped.
she dragged the denim down slim hips, taking the boxer briefs with them. y/n’s pussy glistened, swollen and pink, clit peeking hard from its hood.
billie didn’t tease. she licked a long, flat stripe up the center, groaning at the taste—tangy, sweet, hers.
y/n’s knees buckled. billie pinned their thighs to the wall with both hands and dove in. she circled the clit with the flat of her tongue, then flicked the tip rapid-fire, matching the rhythm y/n had tortured her with.
y/n’s fingers tangled in billie’s hair, pulling hard enough to sting.
“billie~fuck, right there~”
billie hummed, the vibration making y/n sob. she slid two fingers inside without a warning, curling up to stroke that spot that always made y/n see stars.
their walls fluttered, slick coating billie’s hand to the wrist. she pumped slow, then fast, matching the thrust of her tongue. y/n’s hips rolled, chasing, thighs trembling.
billie pulled back just long enough to growl, “cum on my tongue. let me taste how wet i made you.”
she sucked y/n’s clit hard, fingers crooking, and y/n folding hard. their pussy clenched around billie’s fingers in rhythmic pulses, juices flooding her mouth.
y/n’s cry echoed off the dressing room walls, raw and broken. billie licked them through it, gentle now, until y/n sagged against the wall, boneless.
silence settled, broken only by their breathing. billie rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and pressed her forehead to y/n’s to kiss her.
“next city,” billie whispered, “i get the remote.”
y/n laughed breathlessly, fingers tracing billie’s jaw. “deal.”
outside, the crew called for load-out. inside, billie peeled off the ruined lace panties, the silicone still warm from her body, and tucked them into y/n’s pocket with a wink.
the tour had sixty-five more shows.
they were just getting started.
PROM QUEENS
pairing: Jock!Billie x Cheerleader!reader
genre: tooth-rot fluff
synopsis: It’s prom night, the lights are sparkling all around, and Billie dances around with you.
w/c: 1.9k
♬ NOW PLAYING : ̗̀➛ I. PINK TOES by CHILDISH GAMBINO
It was the one day Billie ever dressed up.
Prom. The pictures, the dressing up, the dancing, it wasn’t exactly Billie’s thing. But to see you happy, tugging her on the dance floor wearing the corsage she got you? It was all worth it each year.
But this year was special. It was senior year. It was the last year of your high school journey. And she knew how special this was for you. And she wouldn’t let anything happen to ruin it.
GOOD GIRL
BILLIE.EILISH
𓐇˚ִִ𓈒 ۫ SYN ⇾ ꒰꒰ smut! ( g!p if you don’t like pls just scroll ) in which things take a turn between the breaks of your interview with billie , you get her to be your good girl with a few surprises in store ꒱꒱
your guest of honor tonight on your show was no other than billie eilish headlining for her new movie for the hit me hard and soft tour . you discussed with her over the course of the interview about her musical rotation , the process of her new album in the making and so much more . “ it’s been a pleasure having you today billie really “ you smiled looking between billie’s eyes her shade of blue was soft and beautiful she smiled back tilting her head “ pleasure’s all mine really “ she giggled . you decide to flirt with her giving the tension an edge by fixing your shirt an open button , revealing your red thin bra . billie’s eyes shot down to your chest her words now getting lost as her train of thought went to a blur she shook her head. “ what?” you smirk “ nothin “ she mumbled looking at the camera with a shy smile smirking as she went on with the topic she was talking about .
through out the duration of the interview you had a smile on your face softly dropping some flirty comments billie blushing she could feel her cock getting more aroused by the minute in between breaks her hands slolwy rubbing her bulge to get some relief drinking water with her hand gripping the cup for her dear life. “ am i making you blush miss eilish “ you smirked at her again she nodded her eyes half lidded licking her lips sensually as she bit her lip “ mmh not blushing’ more intrigued by you really “ she squeezed your hands before the director instructed to take your places again . “ yeah ? why intrigued then?” you tilt your head motioning for her to keep going “ am i that special for you to flirt with me here infront all these cameras “ billie asked you her tone was octave and low , you smile softly “ i think you know my answer to this one “ you whisper squeezing her hand gently once more .
you and billie throughout the rest of the interview played with cards and you impressed her with your skills . when in one of them you told her to open her mouth and she obediently did so , her pupils dilated as she stared at you when you leaned in cupping her face with one of your fingers tilting her chin up “ mmh that’s a good girl “ . you smirk billie’s eyes widened blushing at your praise her cock now leaking between he thighs dying to touch herself she was so so so hard f’you .
billie excused herself into the bathroom making sure no one was around she took off her pants and her boxers her cock springing to her tummy now she hissed at how sensitive it felt . the tip of her cock red and her pre cum growing out she rested her body against the counter , breathing in before she stroked her cock . her own hands wrapping around her girth she was too sensitive to her down touch , her mouth letting out a few needy whimpers .
you walk into the bathroom with 30 minutes to spare before you need to wrap up the day , walking in and opening the door slightly you see billie . with her hand down to her thick cock , stroking her length with precision she closes her eyes the cool texture of her rings up and down her girth gives her more pleasure and deeper control over her orgasm .
you watch billie the sight of her like that igniting the pool of wetness forming between your legs . you take a step foward towards the brown haired girl , the door you opened closing behind you . her eyes widen looking at you with fear and maybe even doubt you’d judge her her mouth wide open as she leaves her hands her pants buckled hitting the ground letting out a few needy groans . “ so i believe i must look fairly stupid now huh? “ you smile shaking your head reassuring her “ no you don’t bils “ she smiles looking into your eyes . “ how much have you seen of mmh this?” , she asks you her gaze on yours still “ a bit too much , to know how much you like to be noisy “ you smirk leaning into her space your hands rest on against the counter she was in your eye level now looking up at her .
“ sooo we have some time to spare , can i make it worth to you billie” you whisper into her ear billie’s cock growing . as if on cue she nods her head her hips already thrusting up to relieve the tension , but you take your hands gripping down billie’s hips your fingers tracing her hips underneath you tsk teasingly kissing the sensitive area underneath her ear . “ mmh you use your words for me pretty girl , now be a good girl for me and tell mommy what you want “ billie’s eyes dilate at your soft dom assertiveness tone of your voice beads of sweat forming on her forehead she nods “ please i need you mommy -i-i’ll be your good girl i promise “ you hum in admiration before your plant your mouth on the girl’s cock .
you kiss her sensitive tip billie hissing in reaction you start grazing your tongue around it before engulfing it in your mouth you were practically salivating . your eyes rolling while billie kept whimpering and moaning tugging on your hair to guide you bopping your head you bottomed your teeth to gently graze her cock not too much to hurt her earning a moan from the girl .
a few minutes pass billie coming close to her orgasm “ oh my god fuck fuckkk ma “ she whimpers bucking her hips into your mouth her tip hitting the roof of your mouth almost gagging on it billie orgasms her pleasure surfing through “ fuck you don’t play safe with dat mouth huh?” . she smirks wiping her sweat as you look up at her your eyes filing submission “ no i don’t , and maybe i can show you more “ you lift up your body planting a soft kiss on billie’s lips she holds your waist the kiss slow and soft her hands roaming to your squeezing it while you whimper into her mouth waning a smirk from billie , your tongues fighting for dominance before that you break it. you and billie’s breath panting hot against each other you kiss the corner of her mouth and soft kiss on her neck as you squeeze her hips “ clean up and get back out there we have a interview to finish “ you say cockily winking at billie before you make way out of the bathroom .
©meiyokstarr
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YOU CALL ME billie eilish
synopsis; After a long day at the studio, Billie comes home to too much noise, chaos, and not the good kind, but no matter how tired she is, her family will always come first.
warnings; breastfeeding??? panic attack??? kinda?? self hate at the end.

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๋࣭ ⭑𝓂ovie night {B.E}
summary: you record billie as she’s getting fucked out by you!!
word count: 1.4k
cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT, strap usage, swearing, degradation, SMUT, sub!billie,dom!reader
the red light of the camera blinked, a tiny, hungry eye in the dim hotel room. it was aimed at the bed, at the chaos of sheets and the sprawl of limbs in the center of it. at billie.
“fuck,” she breathed, the sound half-gasp, half-whine. her back was arched, a perfect, desperate bow, pushing her tits up towards the ceiling. they bounced with every sharp thrust of your hips, a mesmerizing rhythm you were capturing forever. “look at ‘em. are you gettin’ how good they look right now?”
you angled your phone down slightly, panning from her face, scrunched up in pleasure, to her chest. the screen was a perfect, glossy window to her debasement. her nipples were tight, dusky peaks, begging for a mouth that wasn’t there. “i’m getting it,” you murmured, your voice a low, steady counterpoint to her frantic whimpers. “i’m getting everything.”
she preened under the attention of the lens, even as her body was completely subject to yours. it was a delicious contradiction, the core of what made her so addictive. she’d flex her arms, a show of strength that was utterly betrayed by the way her pussy clenched around you, slick and welcoming. “you gonna watch this later?” she asked, a sly, fucked-out grin stretching her lips. “gonna watch me when you’re all alone and remember how i fuck you?”
“i’m going to watch it and remember how i fucked you,” you corrected, punctuating the statement with a particularly deep roll of your hips. the sound she made was somewhere between a sob and a moan, her head falling back against the pillows, her throat a long, vulnerable column. the chain of her necklace glittered there, catching the light.
“god, yes,” she agreed, no longer able to manage her teasing braggadocio. her hands, which had been flexing on your biceps, flew to her own breasts. she cupped them, squeezing them together for the camera, presenting them like an offering. “play with my nipples,” she demanded, but it came out a plea. “please? pinch ‘em. make it hurt.”
you set the phone on the nightstand, propping it against the lamp for a stable, wide shot. the frame was perfect: her entire body, yours moving above her, the slick sheen of sweat on your skin. freeing your hands, you leaned over her, the strap shifting inside her and drawing a fresh cry. you did as she asked, your fingers finding her sensitive peaks and rolling them, pinching hard.
her reaction was instantaneous. her whole body jolted, legs tightening around your waist, pulling you deeper. “fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck—” the chant was a prayer, a litany to the pleasure-pain you were administering. her hips began to move in earnest, meeting your thrusts with a frantic, sloppy rhythm. she was trying to take control, to set the pace, but it was a losing battle. every grind of her hips was just a plea for more, a surrender in a different form.
“you’re so fucking desperate for it,” you whispered against her jaw, your teeth scraping the skin there. her whole body shuddered, a silent acknowledgment. “look at you. putting on a show for the camera, but really, you’re just a mess for me, aren’t you?”
she couldn’t answer. she just shook her head, a denial that was a confession. her tits were still pushed up between your bodies, soft and pliant against your chest. she was trying so hard to be the one in charge, the one with the power, flexing and showing off and demanding what she wanted. but with every stroke of the strap, every cruel twist of your fingers, she was proving the opposite. her body was yours. her pleasure was yours. the video you were making was yours.
“say it,” you commanded, your hips snapping forward, hard and fast. “tell the camera who’s fucking you.”
her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, trying to find the little red light. she licked her swollen lips. “you are,” she breathed, the words cracking. “you are.”
“and whose tits are these?” you squeezed one for emphasis.
a whine escaped her throat, high and broken. “yours.”
“whose messy little pussy is this?”
she whimpered, grinding against you, chasing her release. “yours. god, it’s yours.”
“good girl.” you reached over, picked up the phone, and brought it in close, right to her face. “now, look at the camera,” you said, your voice soft but absolute. “and show me what it looks like when my cock makes you cum.”
her entire body locked. for a single, suspended second, she was a statue caught in the headlights of your phone’s lens. her pupils swallowed the blue of her irises, a wide, black abyss of pure sensation. the muscles in her neck stood out like cords as her head tipped back, a silent scream caught in her throat. then, the dam broke.
a choked sob wrenched its way out of her, raw and unrestrained. “gonna— gonna—” she managed to gasp before the words dissolved into a high-pitched keen. her body convulsed, a violent shudder starting in her core and radiating outwards. her thighs clamped around your waist like a vise, her heels digging into your ass, pulling you impossibly deeper as if she could fuse you into one being. her tits, still pressed between you, shook with the force of her orgasm, a frantic, final jiggle for the camera. the slick, wet sounds of the strap driving through her clenching heat were louder than her cries now, a percussive rhythm to her undoing.
you kept your phone steady, a merciless documentarian, capturing the flutter of her eyelids, the tear that escaped and tracked a path through the sheen of sweat on her temple, the way her jaw went slack with utter abandon. you didn’t stop moving, giving her no quarter, drawing out the pleasure until it was an agony.
“still looking,” you prompted, your voice a dark murmur. “give them more.”
she seemed to hear you through the fog of her orgasm, a flicker of awareness in her dazed eyes. with a monumental effort, she focused back on the lens. a fresh wave of heat washed over her face, a deep blush at being so seen, so recorded, so completely owned. her breath hitched. she tried to speak, to form one last, witty, defiant retort, but all that came out was a broken, breathy, “oh, fuck.”
her body went limp then, a complete and total surrender. she sank back into the mattress, boneless and spent, her limbs falling away from you. the only movement was the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the occasional, full-body shudder that traced the ghost of her orgasm. you held the camera on her for a long moment, capturing the aftermath: the blissed-out expression, the swollen lips, the tousled dark hair spread across the pillow like a halo. a perfect, ruined masterpiece.
finally, you stopped the recording. the red light vanished, plunging the room into a deeper, more intimate gloom. you tossed the phone onto the bed beside her, the soft thud startling a whimper from her.
she blinked slowly, turning her head to look at you. the bravado was gone, evaporated in the heat of her release. all that was left was a soft, pliant need. her tongue darted out to wet her lips again. “did you get it?” she whispered, her voice raspy.
you leaned down, pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to her shoulder. “i got it all.”
a slow, lazy smile spread across her face. “good,” she murmured, her eyes drifting shut. “now show me.”
you didn’t move, letting the silence settle, thick and heavy as the humid air in the room. her breath was the only metric of time, a slow, even rhythm that gradually calmed from the frantic panting of moments before. after a long minute, her eyelids fluttered open, the blue of her irises soft in the gloom, hazy and unfocused like the aftermath of a storm.
“show me,” she repeated, the request a bare whisper now, stripped of all demand. it was a plea, a vulnerability she only showed you in these quiet moments after the tempest had passed.
you smiled, a slow, private curve of your lips. you reached for the phone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. you lay down beside her, propping yourself up on an elbow, and shifted the screen so it was between you. your thumb found the playback button.
the world shrank to the six-inch rectangle. the video started with a slight jostle, your hands finding the perfect angle. and then there she was. on screen, billie’s head tipped back, a perfect column of throat presented to the camera as you entered her. a small, sharp gasp echoed from the phone’s speaker, a ghost of the sound you’d just heard live.
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ooooh protective gf!billie for headcanons pretty pleeeeease
omg yes. i love it. enjoy bb :)
protective gf!billie who:
holds your hand in crowded places a little tighter
gently pulls you behind her and shields you from crazy crowds
lets her hand naturally rest on the small of your back while you're at an event or shopping
gives you her jacket even though you already have a sweater
hangs her around your shoulder, lips brushing your cheek as you smile at something she whispers
lowers her voice in public and stands so close you could both hear and feel her calm breathing because some things are only meant for you
also perhaps headcanons of billie as a mama? 🤍
ugh yes! so cute 🥺
she's arguably the best mom to your daughter
she gentle but protective and always calm in every situation
she can be trusted so easily and you know your daughter tells her everything. you know because at night when you're lying in bed she tells you all the details. your daughter will confide in you eventually, but billie is just so easy to talk to
if you set a boundary though, she always backs you up
she listens first and reacts second
she always tries to understand rather than nag
she's super affectionate and makes it known that it's okay to show your emotions
forehead kisses and big hugs are her specialty
sharing her love for music since before she was born like playing the guitar and singing while you rested on the couch. later buying her instruments and letting her make music with no limitations
she watches you with your daughter like it's her favorite thing in the whole world like she still can't believe this is your life together
professor's desk; b.eilish ❥₊ ⊹
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the scent of old books and chalk hung in the air. you'd stayed behind. office hours. a question about the reading hung on the tip of your tongue. your heart hammering in your chest as she stood by the large oak desk. her back to you putting away her papers.
when she turned, her eyes found yours immediately. the knowing look on her face made your stomach flutter and soon enough the question followed. "to what do i owe the pleasure?"
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