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[gxldwinged]

— "Oh, goldwinged messenger of mighty gods." — this blog is under construction...

┊ He/Him 〜♱〜 Trans Male ┊ Bisexual 〜♱〜 Taken ┊

Hey hey! I'm Elyian / Wings, a digital artist and fanfic author from Australia who will post inconsistently on all platforms without fail—I will post twice in a day or leave my page to gather dust for several weeks :3 I will exclusively post Billie Eilish fanfiction here, my main blog (linked below) will have everything else including art My writing will usually consist of ftm!reader or no gender specified, but I'm open to write wlw fics for anyone :)

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[nonlynear]

if you are my mutual i need you to be on some bullshit i dont understand

[gxldwinged]

every now and then it hits me that I'm the one that got away.

[gxldwinged]

I love you too baby 😛

imma be real i have no clue when i said "i love you" cuz my memory is as bad as Billie Eilish is sexy so but yay :3

[gxldwinged]

i crave comments

like yes please tell me what part was your favorite and why

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[allyeilishh]

thinkin about mom getting suspicious of momsbsf!billie / younger!reader....

maybe its just my exhibitionism kink

OPEN FOR ME, BABY

PAIRING: MOMS!BSF!BILLIE x YOUNGER!READER

GENRE: SMUT — FINGERING, EXHIBITIONISM, NICKNAMES (BABY, GOOD GIRL)

SYNOPSIS: AT YOUR MOMS WORK DINNER, YOU FIND BILLIE’S HAND BETWEEN YOUR LEGS.

W/C: 1.1K

♬ NOW PLAYING : ̗̀➛ COCONUT by SAILORR

It was one of those nights. Those fancy dinners your mom dragged you to. She was allowed to bring whoever she wanted… so, of course, she brought you.

And Billie. Because why not?

You wore a long, casual—yet fancy—dress. It was a deep, blood-red dress that dragged slightly behind you on the ground. The bodice was laced, while the skirt was a soft silk.

The spaghetti straps sat in your shoulders, while the padding in the bodice pressed on your breasts slightly, just enough to give some cleavage. There was a long slit on your left side, running all the way to the near top of your thigh. Your heels were the same color, strapped to your ankle, keeping the shoes in place.

And Billie? In a suit. That was it. Because why would she wear a dress? The suit was black, the white button-up unbuttoned slightly at the top. The blazer was buttoned, but it did nothing to hide the cleavage that her push-up bra was showing.

You tried your hardest to speak to your mother’s co-workers. Listening to them speak back and forth, telling you how they remembered when you were eight years old. You smiled awkwardly, nodding along. You barely listened, but tried to reply as nicely as you could.

Your eyes were on Billie just a few paces away. Talking to a girl that your mom worked with. You felt a small flutter of jealousy under your sternum, and you quickly looked away when your eyes met for a moment.

It wasn’t like you to be jealous. You didn’t get jealous. It was a stupid emotion that you didn’t have time for. But seeing Billie? Talking to some random chick about computers and shit? It twisted something in your gut.

Ten minutes later, you were nodding along as your mom’s co-workers continued to talk about their new project, only to feel a hand slide on your hip.

You jumped, whirling behind you, only to see Billie, and that stupid smirk she had on her face every time she was being cocky. “Hey, Teri.”

Your mom turned, and smiled when she saw Billie. She pulled her into a hug, before she turned back to her co-workers. “This is Billie! The woman I’ve been telling you about for a while now.”

As your mom rambles on about Billie and her singing career, you felt Billie’s hand slide to your lower back, her thumb gently brushing in up-and-down motions. A silent comfort. Maybe a tease. You didn’t know.

You side-eyed her, glaring at her, only to see her smirk to herself. You wanted to punch that look off her face and kiss those lips until they were all you could feel at the same time.

Her hand slowly slipped downwards, teasingly, and gave your ass a small squeeze. You barely reacted—you couldn’t. Not with so many people around. But the tightening in your jaw and the glare you sent her way was enough.

You forced a smile and nodded, while reaching down to pinch her wrist. Her hand yanked away, instead going behind her back with her other arm.

Your mom looked over, raising an eyebrow. “Are you okay, Billie?”

Billie smiled politely, before she nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine, just thought I saw a fly.”

Your mom nodded, eyeing both of you with a slightly narrowed gaze, before she continued to ramble.

Billie smirks slightly down at you one last time, before she turned away, nodding along with what your mother was saying.

After a while, dinner was being served. You sat at the end of the table, with Billie next to you, and your mom directly across from you.

Billie ate silently, as if her hand wasn’t on your thigh. You wanted to thrust a punch at her. Your mom was right there. Still sitting there, eating without a clue of what was going on.

You didn’t want her to know. Her daughter saying one of her closest friends? It would be weird. You didn’t want to go through the embarrassment.

But you felt Billie’s hand slide in between the slit of your dress, resting on your upper inner thigh.

You almost choked on your water. You quickly pulled the cloth up to your lips, muffling your coughs. Your mom looked up, her eyes worried. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded once you finished coughing, setting the cloth back down onto the table. “Yeah—fine, just went down the wrong pipe.”

Your mom shook her head with a small smile on her face. “Slow down, sweetheart.”

You nodded, before your hand reached down, squeezing onto Billie’s wrist. “The hell are you doing?”

Billie only smirked to herself, piling more food into her mouth. You barely had time to think, before her hand was creeping up your thigh even more, and her middle finger grazed your clit over your panties.

You took in a large breath, before quickly shoveling food into your mouth as well to hide it. Your mom wasn’t looking. She was talking to one of her co-workers.

“Open up for me a little, baby.” Billie whispered into your ear, heavy and her breath warm against your skin.

“Billie—we’re in public, at a fancy dinner—“ you started, looking at all the people around, your mom, right there.

“I didn’t say I cared, did I?”

You bit your bottom lip, before pulling your leg open just a bit, reluctantly, enough for her to slip down and feel the wetness pooling in your panties.

“You’re soaked.” Billie said, but she didn’t look away from her food, pretending that she was focusing on eating with her other hand.

You felt a flush creep up your cheeks, but you didn’t speak. Her fingers dipped lower, before pushing your panties aside just enough for her middle finger to slip in.

You forced yourself to stay quiet, but your one hand went down to her wrist, your shoulders shaking slightly. “Jesus, fuck…”

“Not Jesus, baby. You know my name.” She whispered.

Your entire body shuddered as she added a second finger, forcing yourself to eat some of the food on your plate so it didn’t look suspicious. You ran a hand through your hair, letting out a soft breath

Billie smirked, curling her fingers effectively, before she slightly thrusted them, making you almost choke on your food. You swallowed after a moment, trying to not bring attention to yourself.

Her fingers felt like heaven. The pads of her middle and ring finger pressed against that spot inside of you, and it felt like you were seeing stars. You felt your legs shake slightly, but then—she pulled her fingers away.

You looked up at her, glaring. A mixture of confusion and annoyance.

She leaned down slightly, lips brushing against your ear. “I’d rather have you come on my mouth. I don’t want anyone to see the way you gasp, how beautiful you look, when you come.”

You swallowed thickly, flicking her shoulder, before you shifted, the small pool of wetness now sitting in your panties uncomfortably. “I hate you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now be a good girl, yeah?”

You felt your ears redden, before you picked up your fork again, pretending to not notice her smirk.

A/N: nuke the entire generation 🫩

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[gxldwinged]

guys i love ally

[gxldwinged]

i wanna be able to save posts and categorize them im pissed.

[gxldwinged]

Pornstar billie x pornstar reader but they don’t like each other irl plsss🫣🫣

holy balls im interested.... you're cooking fr fr let me season this

[allyeilishh]

WONDER GIRL

PAIRING: FLIRTY!BILLIE x OBLIVIOUS!AUTISTIC!READER

GENRE: FLUFF

SYNOPSIS: WHILE YOU ARE WORKING, YOUR MOST LOVED ARTIST TRIES TO TALK TO YOU. BUT YOU DONT RESCT THE WAY SHE WANTS YOU TO.

W/C: 1.3K

♬ NOW PLAYING : ̗̀➛ R U MINE? by THE ARCTIC MONKEYS

It wasn’t often people came up to you for anything other than work. Usually, you would silently sit in the back, fine tuning the lights for the stage, or making sure each speaker was working correctly.

You weren’t the type to talk to anyone while you were working. It was something everyone knew at the arena. Whether it be basketball games, hockey games, some volleyball tournament, or a concert, everyone you worked with never seemed to bother talking to you while you were working. They never got through to you.

Except for Billie.

It was six hours prior to her concert. You were sitting at one of the corners of the floor, adjusting some of the pyro that shot up during her show. Making sure it was safe and secure.

That’s when Billie spotted you. Everyone in her crew had some type of merch—whether it be a necklace or a t-shirt. But you? You had it all. The concert t-shirt; the silver blohsh hanging around your neck; even those converse shoes she sold for, like, a day. You had them.

So, curious, Billie walked up. She settled herself down onto the floor next to where you were kneeling, before she spoke. Her voice was soft, but held that flirty lilt she always seemed to have. “So, you’re a pretty big fan, aren’t you?”

You didn’t look up for a moment. Focused on securing the pyro. It took a minute for you to finally look up, eyes neutral and lips a small line. Not frowning, but not smiling either. Just… neutral. Not something Billie normally experienced when she bumped into someone who was a lover of her music.

“Yeah. I love your work. Good stuff.” You said, not excited. You shrugged, before standing up, walking over to the other end.

Billie sat there for a moment, stunned. This wasn’t something that ever happened. She never met you before, and you just… brushed her off like she was some sort of annoying pest. It really humbled her. But didn’t stop her.

While you knelt down to secure the other pyro, Billie moved over to you, shadowing over you. “You look good, by the way, sweetheart.”

You barely even glanced up at her. “Thank you. You look good as well.”

Billie stood there for a moment, her eyebrows creased. She didn’t understand. Usually, even if they were working at an arena she booked, some of the workers would fawn over her like she was the next Jesus incarnate.

But not you.

And something about that pissed her off. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made her pissed enough to want to make you react to her.

Billie followed you around the entire stage as you fixed things or made sure they were working correctly. Her hands constantly touched your hips. Your waist. She held your hand, squeezed multiple times, but never got an answer from you.

It wasn’t something you could control. You were autistic. Not the kind where people could tell, but in a way that was subtle and sometimes made you feel invalid. You had times, every day when you went to work, where you would completely shift from a normal human, to some sort of robot who could only work. You called it your “knock out” time.

Your friends never judged. They also knew how excited you were when you realized Billie was coming to your city, and that you would be working that night.

It was something you always looked forward to. You even wore some of her perfume line—Eilish number three, which you loved. And Billie could tell you had it on. You answered truthfully when she asked. But you still had that blank, neutral expression on your face that infuriated her. She wanted to see you smile.

But by the time she was out from her dressing room, changed and in make up, you were already in the rec-room, adjusting lights and making her the Jumbotrons were working for the ads to play before the concert.

The show went like any other night. She sang her heart out, her voice soft and hard all at once. She sounded urethral. The show went smoothly, no interruptions, for the most part.

Billie always waited in her dressing room until the concert-goers left. That was until she learned you left with them. She went against her security guards orders. Did she care? No. Was she most likely going to get in trouble? Probably.

Billie caught you right before you were pushing open the staff exit. “Jesus, you got a girl running marathons for you.”

You stood there for a moment, completely in shock. You knew you had interacted with her. It was fresh in your mind, how you acted oblivious to her figure, standing right in front of you. And now? Your face flushed up with a red so deep it could compare to a tomato.

Billie stared at you for a moment, before she chuckled softly. She gently pulled you away from the door, and instead into the hall. Not far—you were still able to see the exit, but enough to give you both privacy to anyone who came down the opposite way.

“So,” Billie started, smirking as she looked at you. “You brushed me off. Hit my ego a bit, if I’m not lying.”

You stood there for a moment, looking her up and down, trying to think if she was real. This had to be a dream, right? It was all a dream. But when you felt her hand on your arm again? Every nerve lit aflame. “Oh my god. Billie Eilish.”

Billie couldn’t help but chuckle. She almost rolled her eyes, but she held herself back. “Yes, Billie Eilish, the girl who has been trying to get your attention before my show for four hours.”

You stood there for a moment, eyes wide in shock. You had known you had talked to her, but when you are in knock outs, you aren’t good with social queues. Especially if someone’s trying to flirt.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. I—“ You took a deep breath, swallowing. “I have… this thing, when I work. I kind of shut off everything except work.”

Billie looked at it for a moment, before she smiled softly. “Nothing to be ashamed of. I feel the same thing, but when I’m on stage. It’s like… everything floats away. It’s peaceful, in some way.”

You let out a soft chuckle, before nodding. “Yeah, I bet so.”

Billie chuckled as well, shoving her hands into her pockets. She looked at you carefully, a silence settling over both of you for a moment. Her hand slowly slipped up, and brushed a stray hair away from your face.

You looked up at her hand, but didn’t swat her away. Instead, you smiled slightly, before you spoke. “You did seem pretty eager to flirt with me.”

Billie smirked, before her hand trailed down from your ear, to your jaw, carefully tilting your head up to look at her. She leans in a bit, just enough that you could hear her breathing. “I was. I still am.”

Your eyes widened just slightly, a small flush creeping up your neck. You swallowed, clearing your throat.

Billie noticed. She always noticed. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

She teased, and you groaned, swatting her hand away. “You have a lot of indiscretion.”

“No, you just never seen someone try to bag a date with you.” Billie said, crossing her arms over her chest.

You didn’t respond with words, but with an eye roll. But a small smile crossed your lips.

Billie saw. “So, you got a place around here, or do I have to do some research?”

You let out a soft chuckle, looking down at your hands. You didn’t expect this—it was something that had only been a silly fantasy. But to hear her voice, to hear her say that, it was like a wild dream coming true.

“Yeah, I do. There’s a nice coffee shop that just opened, if you want to go see.” You offered, smiling up at her with a gentle look on your face.

“Yeah, I’d love that, baby.”

Billie watched your face go red with a chuckle.

A/N: can you guys tell this is rushed… I’m so sorry anon 🫩🫩

[gxldwinged]

my requests are open btw

yall gotta be somewhat detailed fr

[gxldwinged]

procrastinating procrastination.

gang.

[allyeilishh]

I’m gonna goon and then write, okay? Ok

[nadacarcan]

my drafts keep growing…

[gxldwinged]

posting makes me realize people actually perceive me and wait for more.

im scared.

go away.

[gxldwinged]

when you flirt with your friends a little too hard and you discover a new kink

[trans-masc-culture-is]

being the only fic writer for a fandom that writes trans masc characters topping. i'm in the mines, toiling away. ⛏️ 💪

this is transmasc culture!

[gxldwinged]

my sign to write top!reader

[gxldwinged]

✦. ── How Bad I've Needed You

CONTENT SMUT, strap usage—reader receiving, slight exhibitionism, lots of kissing, recording — billie's phone, use of "cum" lmk if there's more i should add

Pairing: Billie Eilish x AFAB Reader — no pronouns used, established relationship Dynamic: Top!Billie x Bottom!Reader Synopsis: After months of shared hotels with no privacy, rushed kisses, and being utterly overworked from her tour, Billie takes the last day to finally relieve the tension building between you.

A/N: something to keep yall fed cuz im procrastinating everything else

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The second the click of the lock on her dressing room door rang through her ears, Billie pounced. Two months on the road, two months of stolen glances between shows, shared hotel beds with no privacy, and nothing but rushed kisses in dressing rooms. You hadn’t had a real moment to yourselves since before you left for the tour.

Now? Now she was crashing her lips into yours the second you were alone backstage at her final show.

That feeling pulled a soft gasp from you, eyes widening with surprise before they fluttered shut. You knew this hunger—this need—she'd been so overworked lately, she needed a break, she needed you.

Your hands found her waist, pulling her close and digging your nails into the warmth of her skin. Billie melted—finally getting the closeness she’d been craving for weeks.

No stage lights, no crew shouting last-minute cues—just you. Just your hands on her waist like an anchor, your mouth hungry against hers after so long without this.

She kissed you deeper, backing you up against a wall as one hand tangled in your hair—messy—desperate kisses with teeth and tongue and zero patience left.

It wasn't long before your clothes were off, carelessly tossed across the floor as you got to the large sofa by her vanity.

Billie was left in her bra and panties, chest rising and falling as she pulled away from you for just a moment to reach for something.

You were also half-naked, adorning only your underwear which were already being slid down your thighs.

And when Billie rose back up, in her hand was a silicone strapon—of course she brought it on tour—but you weren’t complaining.

The sight of the strapon in her hand made your stomach flip—god, you’ve missed this.

You hadn’t had a chance to use it on tour, too risky with shared rooms and thin walls. But now? Now you were alone—now you could finally have some proper time to yourselves.

You smirked, watching as she quickly fastened it around her hips—admiring how effortlessly hot she looked like this; flushed cheeks, messy hair from kissing you senseless… ready for you.

You were already soaked, thighs spread for her as she slotted herself between them—not inserting just yet—and crashing into your lips.

A whimper fell from you at the friction of her body, not even being fucked yet but utterly shameless about how sensitive you were.

"God…" You rasped, breathless. "Fuck me already, Bils." The demand came out more like a plea with how needy you were.

The way you said that—begging, demanding, needy—sent a thrill straight through her.

She didn’t make you wait.

With one smooth motion, she pressed the tip against you and pushed in slowly—watching your face the whole time as she filled you up… inch by inch…. until you were flush together. A groan rumbled from her chest at how tight you felt around her. She kissed you hard again before starting to move.

The feeling of being so utterly full made you dizzy—stars sparking behind your eyes. As Billie thrusted into you, you let out soft, broken moans into her mouth, fingers digging into her waist for purchase.

You could hear the soft rustling just above your head before Billie pulled away. She hadn’t broken her rhythm—still moving inside you as she grabbed her phone off the vanity, angling it just right.

She knew you’d would want this later—the proof of their first time like this on tour, finally together properly after weeks of pent-up tension. So without stopping, she hit record and kept the camera steady with each thrust thrusts, making sure the it caught every gasp—every whimper that fell from your lips.

You hid your face with your hands, still making eye-contact with the camera for her future pleasure, but just a little self-aware of just how flushed you looked. Though, when you met Billie's gaze, the sight gave you the confidence to pull them away and moan shamelessly.

The feeling of her thick silicone sliding in and out of you made every nerve buzz with heat, it felt so fucking good...

The way you looked at the camera—flushed, messy, eyes half-lidded with pleasure—made her stomach flip. The sounds were filthy, loud enough to be picked up clearly by the mic on her phone. Billie bit her lip as she watched you through the screen—her thrusts growing deeper, more deliberate now that she had this footage for later… something private just for you.

You were a wreck, back arching off the couch as she picked up the pace—fuck, it felt incredible. Every drag of silicone against your walls had you seeing stars, every thrust pushed you closer to that edge you’d been chasing since they got on tour. And knowing Billie was filming this? That she wanted to remember it too? It made something possessive and hot flare in your chest—you loved being hers like this.

Billie’s hips snapped forward harder, chasing that perfect angle—the one that made your eyes roll back and your moans pitch higher. She could feel you tightening around her, your body getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust… and she wanted to be the one to push you over.

Her free hand—still holding the phone—slid down to press against your stomach, feeling the tension there as she leaned in close… nipping softly at your earlobe before whispering.

“Cum for me.”

The command—whispered like that, right against your ear—was everything.

Your breath hitched, your whole body tensing as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. A choked cry tore from you as you came—the sensation of her inside you combined with the filthy words sending you straight over the edge. Your thighs trembled violently around her hips.

Billie loved the way you fell apart—completely undone by her, just from her thrusts and a single whispered command. She kept moving through it, gentler now but still riding out your orgasm with slow rolls of her hips—watching your face twist in oversensitive bliss.

Only when she felt you go boneless beneath her did she finally stop, setting the phone down on the couch beside you before kissing you deeply, tasting every gasp on your lips.

The kiss was soft now—affectionate—a stark contrast to the feverish intensity from before.

Billie nuzzled her nose against yours, smiling as she took in your dazed expression, the flush still staining your cheeks.

She kissed you again—slow and sweet this time—then one more on the forehead before collapsing beside you on the couch with a sigh of contentment.

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