charli

she/her | 20 | 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 billie eilish my queen

[byeilish]

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call me charli;

⤷ twenty, she/her, fem with too many tracksuits. 18+ content, man and minors dni, works have triggering themes or include smut, read at your own risk, warnings on each fic. dm or ask to be in my taglist, if you want to be notified on new fanfics or series updates turn on notifications. masterlist linked below.

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[amascsblog]

moans and whines are amazing but hearing how wet her pussy gets makes me so horny. listening to the sounds it makes on my strap or my fingers moving quickly in and out. so wet it’s porn worthy. so wet that when i’m eating her out it is going down my chin and sounds like a sloppy make out session. i just love wet pussy.

[allyeilishh]

smth quick bc I keep forgetting to write for you guys 😞

Your mom was downstairs, chatting away with her friends. She didn’t seem to notice how Billie was taking an extra long bathroom break. She had just assumed she had ate something bad.

Only that Billie didn’t eat something bad. She was kneeling at the foot of your bed, her head between your thighs. Making you moan out, crying desperately for more of her relentless tongue.

You knew it was wrong. She was so much older, and you were on summer break from your college classes. You had just turned 21 last year. Billie was almost 47. 26 years between you two. She had kids that were older than you.

But even so, your hands gripped at her black hair, slowly beginning to mix with grey, trying to keep your moans quiet as her fingers pumped in and out of your puffy cunt, thighs shaking around her head.

The door was wide open. You had tried to tell Billie to close it—but all you got was a smirk, and her telling you, ‘nothings fun if it isn’t risky.’

So, your free hand that wasn’t in Billie’s hair covered your mouth, hips twitching up into her mouth.

“You look so good, baby. So good for me. Have you been waiting for me?” She teased, flicking her tongue against your clit.

You almost let out a whimper, your entire body seizing against her relentless mouth. “Yes—fuck, I was waiting for you—please don’t stop,” You whispered, gripping onto her hair tighter as you felt your climax quickly approaching.

Her fingers worked faster, curling deeply inside of you, making you see stars. You let a small whine slip, and one last flick of her tongue on your clit made everything fall apart.

You gasped, entire body tensing as your release crashed over you, mouth open in a silent scream. Billie only stared up at you, smirking against your cunt, helping you ride it out.

Once you came down, Billie pulled away, sucking her fingers. She then wiped them on her pant leg, smirking down at you.

“Your mom wants you to go do the dishes.” Billie teased.

“Fuck you.” You said, limp on your bed.

“Love you too.”

[angellhazel]

the idea of a gf and i being so comfortable with one another we spill out our inner thoughts and life experiences without any fear of judgement. and then we have life with one another and able to share experiences as we grow >>

[starfckerxs]

35 + 60 from the smut prompts for billie? pretty please 🫦

✰ if you moan louder, I'll fuck you harder — billie eilish

35. getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor 60. fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet 

✰ a/n: also there's a slight mention of g!p billie but there's no interaction with P involved!

you weren’t even drunk when she pressed up behind you on the dance floor. just warm with wine and heady off the bass, hips moving easy to the beat. her hands found your waist like she’d done it a hundred times before—fingers splayed, possessive, tugging you back against her.

“missed you,” she mumbled, breath wet against your ear. the press of her chest to your back, the slow roll of her hips behind yours—she was not subtle. not tonight.

you turned your head, just enough to catch the edge of her grin. she looked lit-up and dangerous, bottom lip split from her teeth, glitter smeared under her eyes like warpaint.

“shh.” her mouth brushed your neck. “just wanna feel.”

her hands slipped lower. under your skirt.

"billie—" you hissed, startled.

and she did. right there in the middle of the bar, behind the bodies and thrum of music, her fingers pushing up under your panties like it was nothing. you gasped, face burning, but didn’t stop her—how could you? not when she found that spot so fast, slow little circles over your clit that made your knees shake.

you could barely keep dancing. barely stand.

"fuck," you breathed, eyes fluttering shut. her hand stilled. “bathroom. now.”

you barely made it.

the second the door slammed shut, she was on you—hands, mouth, breathless giggles breaking into low groans. you kissed like you were starving. teeth clacking, tongues messy, needy. she spun you, shoved you up against the sink, your ass hitting cold porcelain as her hands shoved your skirt up.

“you’re so wet already,” she murmured, voice hoarse. her fingers grazed your thighs, teasing. “all that from just a little touching on the floor?”

and then she was inside—two fingers, deep and slow, fucking you open against the sink while her other hand gripped your jaw.

you nodded, panting, whining when she didn’t move faster.

“mm,” she smirked, pulling your panties to the side. “then i really wanna see what this does to you.”

“look at me,” she growled. “hear that?” she husked out and you stayed quiet for a moment, listening as the wet sounds of your cunt filled the small bathroom, bouncing off the walls and sneaking back into your ears with each pump of her fingers.

it made you moan. you made yourself moan, you couldn't deny that the sound was so fucking hot. your eyes darted around the bathroom. it's exactly what you'd expect it to be. graffiti on the tile walls, some with markers and others with spray cans. a door was missing from one stall, the corner of the sink was chipped, the mirror was filthy. the lights flickered. and you didn’t care.

all your sounds filled billie's head, clouding and pushing out all and every coherent thought, too loud, too desperate—but you couldn’t help it. not when she curled her fingers just right, not when she pressed her thigh between your legs to keep you open, not when she leaned in and bit your neck, soft then hard.

“if you moan louder,” she breathed, lips brushing your jaw, “i'll fuck you harder.”

and you did.

god—you did.

basically because you couldn't care less about anyone hearing you or walking in, especially because the music was loud as fuck, and there were just thousands of people you couldn't even bother to know.

your head fell forward into her exposed chest, the smell of sweat and sugary alcohol filling your nostrils. your breath hitched as billie’s fingers moved faster, curling inside you, every flick making your body shudder. her thigh pressed tighter between your legs, anchoring you to her. you could feel the pulse of her cock against your hip, hard and unforgiving, teasing you with what was to come.

"billie—.." you whined, the knot in your stomach feeling bigger and tighter with each brush of her fingers against your gummy walls.

"hm? gunna cum f'me, baby?" she murmured, there was a faux kind of softness in her voice, a mocking tone as she pressed harder inside you.

you whimpered, head resting against her collarbone, the rhythm of her fingers and the pounding in your chest syncing up in a wild, desperate dance. her hand slid down to your jaw again, thumb brushing your cheek as if to steady you, though you both knew it was anything but calm.

"please—... need it" you began "need it s'bad, bils" you babbled against her chest, even leaving wet, filthy kisses on her skin in your dazed state.

she groaned, voice ragged and thick with need. “come for me. let me hear it.”

your breath hitched, vision blurring as your body tensed, trembling with the weight of the build-up. your hands clawed at her back, nails digging into skin, desperate to hold on as your muscles clenched around her.

“billie—i’m—” you choked on a moan, voice breaking, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as heat crashed through you in waves, each one hotter, deeper, until you couldn’t tell where your skin ended and hers began.

“yeah, that’s it,” she whispered, voice rough but gentle, mouth pressing soft kisses along your jaw, “come all over my fingers. only for me.”

your legs shook, your body shuddered, and you fell forward, breathless and spent, resting against her as the aftershocks rippled through you.

billie held you close, her own breaths shaky, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “fuck, you’re mine,” she murmured.

"you sound oddly proud of that" you panted, gazing up at her as she gently fixed your skirt after wiping you with some paper towels.

billie's smile grew and she looked down at you. "shouldn't i be?"

"...true"

[byeilish]

OH MY GOF BABES I MISS YOU HOW ARE YOU!?

I JUST FINISHED MY FINALSSS YIPPE

-LOVE, WINTERRR

UGH I HATE FINALS SO MUCH

well im not doing my best atm, been hospitalized since monday bc of fucking persistent infections and fevers and shit but anyways, wbyyyyy how are youuuuuuu🤍🤍🤍

[ansefallit]

i want to be the reason you masturbate

[fakeboy-t0y]

ughh i need a tgirl to breed me full with girlcum.. seems like the most efficient fakeboy correction tool

[byeilish]

how can she be so prettyy in everywaaaaaaaay

[lmmunitys]

#needthat

[byeilish]

12 & 43

12; single

43; billie eilish, barbara palvin, adriana lima...

[shelbzxcupcakes]

Wanna be nosy? Here's your chance.

0: Height 1: Virgin? 2: Shoe size 3: Do you smoke? 4: Do you drink? 5: Do you take drugs? 6: Age you get mistaken for 7: Have tattoos? 8: Want any tattoos? 9: Got any piercings? 10: Want any piercings? 11: Best friend? 12: Relationship status 13: Biggest turn ons 14: Biggest turn offs 15: Favorite movie 16: I’ll love you if 17: Someone you miss 18: Most traumatic experience 19: A fact about your personality 20: What I hate most about myself 21: What I love most about myself 22: What I want to be when I get older 23: My relationship with my sibling(s) 24: My relationship with my parent(s) 25: My idea of a perfect date 26: My biggest pet peeves 27: A description of the girl/boy I like 28: A description of the person I dislike the most 29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend 30: What I hate the most about work/school 31: What your last text message says 32: What words upset me the most 33: What words make me feel the best about myself 34: What I find attractive in women 35: What I find attractive in men 36: Where I would like to live 37: One of my insecurities 38: My childhood career choice 39: My favorite ice cream flavor 40: Who wish I could be 41: Where I want to be right now 42: The last thing I ate 43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately 44: A random fact about anything

[pinkslipxox]

ask away, mis amores ❤️

[gracieeilish]

all my friends reblogged this and i need to be included in everything🥸 ask away my little unicorns 🦄

[soulxstealer]

oh to fall asleep in someones lap with them stroking my hair 🥺

[pintmother]

her titties are so pretty i could put a polaroid of them in my wallet

[pr3ttypunisherr]

guys …. i really like thighs :(( i love seeing thighs :(( it turns me on so much 💔

[whokilledbillie]

Yeah.

[moghedien]

One like nitpick thing that drives me crazy is when people call Blue Whales the largest whales or the largest living mammals or some shit like that

Because yes that is true. But when you frame it like that you are completely disregarding the absolutely batshit reality that Blue Whales are the largest animals that have ever existed on earth through the entire history of the planet and they are alive right now today