#billie eilish series

[tan1shere]

Her Favorite - Pt 3

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: this is the last part of this series I hope you all enjoyed it !! This was one of my favs to write <3

Summary: you're the teachers pet. Her. Favorite.

Warnings: smut, tension ? A small tiny argument, fingering, strap, r sucks billies tits, teasing from both parts, slight angst ??? Scissoring - let me know if I missed anything !

Tags - @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @brat-at-the-disco @iluvapplesxh @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu

Masterlist - pt 1 , pt 2

You didn't want to believe it, but she had been distant. Why? It was bugging you because all you wanted was her. Just her. And the more the time passes that's all you could think of. Her. Your God damn teacher. You could barely focus with the thought of her recently so when she had started this weird distancing. You were a bit hurt. But, you decide to try your best to ignore it. "Hey Y/n!" You hear Silvi say, approaching you. You turn to face her. "Oh hi!" You say cheerful. "Since we didn't get to hang out that one time I thought I'd invite you to this party I'm going to tomorrow night." You think for a moment.

"You know what yeah, I'd love to." She smiles and goes about her day. This couldn't hurt anyone right? That was unconvincing, you knew it'd bother someone. But then again that someone doesn't really seem to care currently. Why the hell not!

It was a Saturday and you were in her bed, things were quiet like they have been. Until she turns over and wraps her arms around you. "Sorry I haven't been that present. End of the year so it's hectic as a teacher." You look up into her eyes. Oh.. That's why, now you felt bad about going to this party. But why, you deserved to have fun. You just nod, going to kiss her cheek and sit up. "I uh, I'll just get going." Her brows furrow. "You know you can stay another night babe." You bite your lip. "Yeah but I just don't have a change of clothes here." She looks at you. "Those are fine, no?" You sigh. "I'm going somewhere."

Her head tilts with a grin. "What, no invite?" You stand up, causing her face to shift. Her features changing at your body language. "It's uhm, a school party. So it'd be a bit you know." She caught on. "Right, gotcha." Billies fear was infront of her, she didn't want to believe it. She was 9 years older than you ofcourse you needed to be around people your age. But she wondered if that was romantically too. She didn't want that, she just wanted you. "You hate parties though." It was true, you did. Then that jealousy kicks in. "Shes going to be there isn't she." You stay silent for a moment as you put your pants on, leaving her baggy t-shirt on.

You grab your keys,but she's up and out of bed. "Hey." She says when you don't respond, coming over and making you look at her. There was more silence as she finds the right thing to say. She wants to tell you to be careful and to not do this at all. But shes better than that. "Have fun ok?" You nod again, kissing one another before you leave. The kiss lingers on your lips, and you miss it. Did you even want to go to this party?

It was too late you were already there with Silvi, having a few drinks but never too much. You really didn't like parties but, you hadn't ever been to one so why fight something you haven't even tried. Laughing, talking, music. Honestly it was boring and you'd rather be spending it with Billie, in your underwear in the comfort. Eating crap, watching movies. That's all you'd want right now. But something pulled you out of that little day dream, you feel a hand on your thigh. Your senses going off, growing uncomfortable. You turn to see it was Silvi's you look at her as she must've done it subconsciously. Talking to whoever infront of her. But her next move wasn't so subconscious. Her hand slowly glides upwards making you get up from your seat.

Her face turns to you. But before anything else you go to find your way around into a room, not realizing she had followed. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't even-" You shake your head. "It's fine. I just think I want to go home." Not think. You were certain. "You sure?" Your brows furrow slightly. Feeling uneasy. "Positive." She comes over and sits by you. "We could go soon, you got somewhere to be?" Yes. At our teachers house. "No I just, don't really want to be here." She gets closer. You felt icky. "Please just take me home." Her demeanor changes. "Fine." Your brows furrow again, what the fuck was up with her.

You were close to Billies place. "Just let me out here." She slows down. "This isn't your place." You go to open the door. "I know it's a friend's." She didn't seem to really care. Wow, Billie was right she wasn't any good. "Bye." You say closing the door, watching her zoom off. You felt gross, wanting to get in there and find some sort of comfort. You knock on the door, getting greeted by a slightly sleepy Billie. "Hey, no fun?" You shake your head, noticeably seeming down. You step in. Being greeted by the smell of her place. It was such a beautiful smell. "Something happen?" You give it a moment. "Nah, just wanted to be in comfort tonight." She sensed something was up, but going to let it be for now.

"Ok well, the beds missing you." You smile at her. "I'm missing the bed." She puts a hand over her heart. "You and my bed might as well date, you like it more than me." You giggle, shoving her lightly. She loved making you laugh or even smile. It made her feel powerful that she could make that happen, it made her heart happy to hear and see. You both get into the bed once you get out of that annoying dress. You eventually fall asleep in one another's arms.

Wednesday, Wednesday. Wednesday. Things seemed to be normal again, which you were thankful for. Today was a stripped shirt and tie day. And she looked tasty as ever. You were in a very playful mood so today you went with yet another short skirt. Her eyes land on it instantly. Giving you a look, but you just returned it with an innocent smile. The shirt you were wearing wasn't helping either. Tight. You were honestly thanking the universe that Silvi wasn't there today. You don't need some repeat of a few weeks ago. At the end of the lesson you slowly get your things, everything was so slow, intentionally so. You go over to her desk, her eyes not meeting yours just yet even though everyone's gone.

"Hi!-" "What are you wearing." Her tone was calm, knowing good and well she was far from that. "Well hello to you aswel." Your eyes roll. "And I thought you loveddd my skirts." She stands. "Why are you testing me today hm?" You shrug. "Good thing Silvi wasn't here to drool over it." You cringed slightly, remembering she was right about her. But you soon roll your eyes again. "Whatever I seriously-" But her hand was around your neck, you tense slightly but only for a moment. It was just her, you didn't need to worry. You had actually been doing that alot recently, that whole interaction had frightened you to say the least, you felt weak and out of your own control in that moment that night.

It was frightening without a doubt. "Don't test me babygirl." Her tone was full of warning, you gulp. Clenching your thighs. Her head motion down as you do, letting out a dry chuckle. "Really? You like me doing this?" Your words go. But her hand soon leaves, causing you to whine. You wanted more. She goes back over to her desk. "I'll just finish that up then we can head to mine." You had forgotten it was the end of the day. Score. You think for a moment. "Yes ma'am." She laughs a tad, shaking her head. She thought you were being silly. No, you were dead serious. So when that doesn't work you resort to your next trick. Your eyes scan her desk.

Seeing a pencil laying there, your fingers go to move it off. "Oopsies, my bad." She wasn't really paying attention, she was finishing a few things. But her head turns as shes faced with your ass. Her eyes widen as she spots the second fucked thing you did today. Her eyes look around as if someone would see. Everyone left. Her eyes return as you slowly stand up. She grabs the bottom of your skirt pulling it as much down as she could. "Are you serious?" She then says. Your head turns to her. "Whattt?" Her eyes widen again, brows furrowing tremendously. "You were sitting there. For almost an hour with nothing on!?" You giggle. "Nooo, I just took them off. But you weren't looking sooo." Her temper shines through. "Jesus fucking christ."

She's surely worked up from seeing your bare cunt on display for her. "Office. Go." You bite your lip. And boom, you got what you want. So you thought. She locks the door behind her, coming up behind you and pushing you over her desk. Causing you to bend over. "Might just tease the fuck out of you and leave you here." Your head turns to look back at her. "You wouldn't." - "Oh yeah?" Her finger makes contact with your folds. "Imagine if someone had walked in." She was still mad, making her finger retract. This was going to piss you off sooner or later. She grabs her tie, bringing it over your exposed ass.

"Out in the open like that." It travels around to your neck, she wraps it around tightening ever so slightly. "With this stupid fucking skirt." It tightens more, you gasp. But it then loosens as she grabs your wrists, tying them together. Causing you to fall further into the desk, the coolness hitting your cheek. Her hand makes contact with your hair, pushing just a tad. "Please, I'm sorry." You then plead. She chuckles maniacally. "Bad girls don't get treated nicely." You bite your lip as you think of a response. "Teach me to be good then." You say, your voice soft. It was her turn to bite her lip. "You gunna listen?" You nod. "Answer me." - "Yes, Ms O'Connell." She lets out a breath, finding the way you say it so hot.

Her hands fiddle with the belt around her waist, pulling out your favorite one of her straps. It was the second most large one she owned. And in an instant it's prodding your hole, ready for access. Your back arches, moving around to try get it in. "Don't dig your grave further." She says stilling your hips. "B-" You stop yourself. This was already bad you couldn't make things worse. Little did you know. The tip slides in, not fast enough but you keep your mouth shut. No whines, no protests no nothing. Not until she bottoms out inside you. Your mouth hangs open at the feeling. "This fucking skirt." Her fury was still evident. Very. Evident. Especially when she snaps her hips hard against you.

The stretch made your eyes squeeze shut, your legs almost doing the same but her hands make sure that doesn't happen. Your brain went into a frenzy, biting your lip so hard you draw some blood. Your tongue swipes over it, letting out a small hum. She looks at why you had done that, seeing your blood lip. She looks at it for a split second, then your eyes. The way they roll back as she's giving you backshots on her fucking desk. You were like a drug to her, she found you to be the most precious thing ever. "Gunna cum? Can feel you getting tighter." Her body leans over yours, her hands on the brown wood. Either side of your body. Her thrusts were ungodly. "Mm, yes!" You gasp as it hits your g-spot. "Found it." You moan. Cumming immediately.

She pulls out bringing you up and making you sit on the desk. Kissing your lips, tasting that same thing you tasted moments ago. Slowly pushing you back, feeling the cold desk against you. She was hovering over you, no words being said. She gets up close to you. "Maybe you should get it into your head..." Her voice low. Her hand moves to wrap around your neck her strength pulling you up and off her desk just slightly. Your eyes widen as she does. "You're mine." But you smirk, sealing the whole situation with one last kiss.

Fridays were probably your favorite, not only was it the end of the week, but you got to see your hot girlfriend. As you enter you're blinded by today's outfit. How would you ever focus. The dang glasses. The way her top fit perfectly, the long skirt. You sit down in your spot. Fixated on her cleavage. You needed to stop this was bad. Then you thought for longer. Was this pay back? Was she giving you a taste of your own medicine from the other day? Your heart skips a beat when she makes eye contact with you. Your thighs squeeze. She was so evil.

You were begging for this to be over and soon. You were also begging to suck on her t- "Y/n? You with us?" You gulp quietly, but her eyes watch your throat. She knew. "Oh, yes. Sorry." This was absolute torture. But you let out a relieved sigh when it was finally time. Everyone goes to leave as you go over to her. "Hi!" You say happily. She smirks. "Hi babygirl." That fucking nickname. "You good today?" Oh God the way she was speaking. "Yes." You knew she was asking how you were feeling, not how you would be acting for her. On your knees, obeyi- "Earth to Y/n?" Your head shakes. "Huh?" She smiles. She's got you right where she wants you. "I asked if you were ready to go my love?"

"Mhmm!" You say wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. You needed her. So bad. So when you get to hers your legs rush to her room, her slowly following. You whine at how long she's taking. "Billieee." She laughs. "Yes pumpkin?" You glare at her, getting frustrated. But you were just so needy there was no room for your bratty remarks. "Pleaseeee." You say, from your spot on the bed. She comes over, getting ontop of you. Thankfully there was a slit in the skirt so she could maneuver properly. Her hand moves over your body, moving to your soaked underwear. She hums to herself. Knowing exactly what she's upto. And glad she's succeeding.

Her finger slips past and enters you a little bit. You gasp. "Remember to breathe." ..... "Good girl." Her fingers enter you slowly. But your eyes are glued to her tits. They just looked so incredibly good in that outfit. Your hands move to touch but she grips them. "Uh uh. Since you didn't have a proper punishment the other day you need to learn your mistakes." You huff, is she serious? She can't be. You just wanted to wrap your lips around them and you wanted to do it now. "That's not fair." You mumble. Her brows raise.

"No? Not fair huh? Let's circle back to you wearing that tight, shirt and tiny tiny skirt. I had to focus on teaching, I had to refrain from fucking the living shit out of you because you indeed looked God damn hot in it. I had to wait a whole. Hour. You can't wait that, and a bit more. Can't you?" You swallow. Having no words. "Bu-" "Uh uh. Don't but me, you know good and well." You let out a moany, huff. "Come on now, don't be like that angel. You'll get what you want. You just have to work for it." You wriggle. "Ah! Lesson learned, I won't do it again." She doesn't even let your hand move to touch before she's pinning them down. "What, did I say."

And you caved, you were too far gone with need to care. "Please, Billie I'm sorry I wore such a revealing skirt like that in public, you know I won't do it again. I promise and if I break it you can do such horrible things and I'll have to take it just please. Please let me suck them." You were almost on the verge of tears, but man was she enjoying every bit of this. "You want to suck them huh?" She ponders as you nod manically. "Please, I need to so bad." She still thinks. "No wonder you were so wet." You whimper. Oh that sweet whimper. And within an instant that shirt is loose. Her tits spill out right before your eyes.

Your thighs sqish tightly as your mouth latches so fast. Closing your eyes. She bites her lip, watching you suck. Bite. Do it all. You were too far gone. Incredibly far. The way you swirld your tongue made her grunt. The feeling so good. Her hand makes its way into your hair, stroking it as you do so. "You are a good girl, shit." She breathes. But she nearly goes mental with your next words. "Mmm, mommy." Her eyes look at the headboard processing. She grabs your face, kissing you with such hunger. Your subby state makes it sloppy. Moaning into the kiss. "Say that again." She says against your lips. And as you were about to. Her finger is back in your pulsing cunt. "F-fuck! Mommy." - "Mm, good. Louder."

Her fingers speed up as you go to again. "Mommy!" It was music to her ears. If she wasn't inlove before she sure as hell is now. "Cum for me, go on." Her fingers enter deep. Making your head spin, and eyes roll back. Gushing all over her fingers. Her eyes look down, looking at the white substance. "You, my girl. Are just one sexy thing huh?" Your head rests back out of breath. "You're sexier."

Weeks pass. Things were back to how they were a few months back. Everyime something beautiful happens it gets ruined and by what? It was eating at you. Was it you? What was going on. You wanted to ask but that'd just opened room for her asking what had happened that night. She had asked the day after if you wanted to talk about it but you declined and said it wasn't important. Maybe you should've told her. You didn't want her freaking out or even saying- 'I told you so.' But when she notices your strange behavior over the last few days its making her want to know more.

The other day.

You had just woken up, making some food, when you hadn't heard her come in. You had on her t-shirt and some underwear, humming away to yourself. When a hand touches your thigh, the same thigh that she touched. You jump back, turning to look at her. She was about to apologize for giving you a fright, but then she remembered. She's done that dozens of times before. You always knew it was her and you always put your head on her shoulder. So when none of that happened she gets more confused. "You've been doing that alot recently angel, everything ok?" You're silent for a bit. "Yeah! Just didn't hear you come in." Such a lie. Even if that was true, she knew something had to be up with the way you reacted. "Okay.."

She thrusts into you slowly, it was all sweet. Everything was. The eye contact, the intimacy. Her thrusts soon speed up, wanting to get you to that bliss feeling. Loving how she always could. She was getting closer to. But everything in the room changes. She touches that sane spot on your thigh making you tense up and gasp. She hadn't noticed at first seeing as you gasp all the time. What was it with that thigh. It wasn't even because of Silvi. But for some reason she triggered it. Something happened ages ago and it was slowly coming back to you. Your hand wraps around her wrist.

Causing her attention to be on you, her brows furrow as she sees your discomfort. She would never ever want to hurt you in any way. "Too fast?" You think for a second, you had to lie you couldn't tell her what was truly bothering you. You then nod, her hand moving to your hip. Soothing any further discomfort. "Sorry babe."

She begins the lesson for today, writing on the board. After that one night things were still dry in the air. You honestly hated it, but it was probably all your fault all along. That's what you'd been telling yourself. But it wasn't all you. Billie was in fact distancing. It was the last thing that she wanted but she was falling hard for you. One half of her didn't care about the fact she was falling for someone so amazing. She loved it, and then the other half wondered if you could do better. When your in your early 30s she will be in her 40s. It didn't sound that bad but it was intense to think about. Let alone the fact she's still your teacher. Even if the year was ending for you this year, you wouldn't have to be as secret atleast.

This was her brain constantly, weighing out the pros and cons. But why should she, she knew what she felt was real despite all of that. But she cared too much about you. She just wanted you to be happy and she didn't know if that was with her. But she definitely looked good today. It made you miss how closer you were before the weird change. You hardly went over to hers anymore and it hurt. It really hurt. "Sorry I'm late." It was Silvi, she had been gone for over a month. You had no idea why. But you avert your gaze, feeling uncomfortable. Remembering that night so clearly. "That's alright, take a seat." Billie gives her a kind smile. Continuing to talk about today's lesson. When her eyes land on you, she notices that sane discomfort like the other night. All she wants to do is comfort you. But she had to stay professional.

She can deal with this afterwards. As the class nears the end she spots how you shift in your seat when Silvi walks past. Her brows furrow, now she was determined to figure out what had happened. Did she do something?

The car ride was silent. It was bugging the both of you but none of you say a thing. As the night goes on it proceeds to consist. Until she speaks up, finally. "You've been weird lately, especially that night that you came home strange from that party and you'd refuse to tell me what happened. And even the other night when-"

"Not now Billie please." - "So you admit something happened?" You stay quiet continuing to take your makeup off. "If not now when? Huh? You keep putting it off whenever I ask you if you're ok. I worry about you for fuck sakes." You turn around so fast. "Bull fucking shit. You've been distancing yourself again! I know damn well its not school. So what is it?" Now she's silent. "What, happened. At. That. Party." You turn to face the mirror. "If you won't tell me why you're distant I won't be telling you that." She was seething, you'd never seen her so angry before. But you didn't care you were getting annoyed too.

Then within seconds her hand Flys to your wrist, you jump getting a fright. She stops in her tracks. "She touched you. Didn't she." You Avert her eyes. "No." Hers squint, not believing that for even a second. "Did she?" - "Billie."

"Did she fucking touch you?"

"Yes. But I stopped it God, why are you so worried." Her brows furrow. "Because, you didn't give her consent to do that! That stupid bitch just thought she could do whatever."

"Why are you so worried when I stopped it." - "She could've pressured you." You shake your head. "Do you think I'm stupid or something?" She puts her weight on her left foot. "You know I don't think that." - "Again. Why are you so fucking worried when you're the only one I want touching me." The room fell silent, a slight need creeping in the air. Her face moves, eyes locking into your own. Her feet move, but so do yours. Lips instantly crashing on the others. Everything grew heated. "Only one?" You nod. "Only one." You both say between kisses. "It's only ever been you." Those words fuel everything in her.

Backing you up out of the bathroom and onto the bed her kisses trail down your neck, down to your cleavage. She takes all that you were wearing off, seeing you all. She then takes her clothes off, leaving you in awe about the special moment that was about to happen. Just you and her, closer than ever. When her cunt slots perfectly into yours you both let out a long well needed moan. This was all you ever wanted, it's all she ever wanted. To have you close in this way. She moves against you, her body moving closer to your own as your breasts touch. Her lips meet yours as she kisses you.

It was the sweetest kiss ever. Full of every emotion. As her movements pick up she pulls back loving how this all felt. "I love you." You were taken aback for a second. But that soon goes away. "I love you." You then reply, she was so happy. Your hands go to her face. "I'm inlove with you." Her heart melts, that's all she ever wanted. She just had no idea if you'd feel the same. "Together." She says softly, putting loose strands of your hair away from your face to see you better. You nod as she picks up momentum, feeling that amazing feeling building up. She feels it too, she feels it all. And with one last move of her hips your both gushing against one another.

You grab her face going to kiss her again, both smiling into it. She lays back on the bed, holding you in her arms. "Why I was distancing honestly had nothing to do with you. It was just my fucked up brain scared I'd ruin things and I nearly did." Your hand rests on her shoulder as you're both on your sides. "Bills. You could never ruin things, I think I've loved you for a very long time, but I too, was afraid. I'd never want you to feel like you had to choose me." She shakes her head. "I'd choose you in a million life times, over and over again." Her hands hold your face. This whole moment was just perfect. It was good to clear up things and communicate. Her eyes wander to your thigh. "I hope you know you can tell me anything at all. I'm here for you, always."

You nod as she says that. You trust her, which was hard for you. You thought this whole school would change that and it had. All because of her. You grab her hand moving it to that exact thigh. You let out a small breath as she watches your face, scans it. Her thumb moving over it soothingly. "Did something deeper happen to you?" You look at her. Thinking for a moment. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Except there was something deeper. Massively, that you knew youd have to tell eventually. And you would. Youd tell her everything. She was now your everything.

[stonerfromlesbos]

Honeymoon. | b.e

summary: whats so wrong in giving an world famous popstar an chance, right? you just wasn’t aware of how far she would go for you.

warnings:, kissing, teasing, you have an annoying bsf, no use of y/n, !fem reader, !switch reader, !soft dom billie, extra caring billie, so much personal attention, men.

part 2

— 9pm, in a small venue, LA.

You held in your friend’s hand, as julie dragged you in the middle of the small crowd. The both of you ended up sitting on an table, just an few inches from the stage. You felt weird, you wouldn’t even be here right now if julie’s friend, drew, wasn’t “sick”, it was weird, she just vanished away. The only thing you knew for sure, is that drew is an close friend of billie. fucking. eilish.

Everyone in LA was connected somehow, and now, you ended up in a exclusive small but luxurious venue were billie was going to perform a few songs. You took a little too serious the ‘luxurious’ part… you wore an low cut velvet dress, it was dark red, it looked almost like blood. You felt the looks all over you as you sat on your table, but quickly everyone just got back to mind their business.

“you look so hot tonight girl” julie spoke as she eyed you up and down.

“look at yourself babe..” you said as you playfully smirked at her, flirting was an common thing between you two.

“i have something to tell you… please don’t get mad at me.” she said with puppy eyes as you took a deep breath just waiting to know what she was going to say.

“i’ve been invited to an after party of this, but they only would let me be there, if i brought you with me.” she said, not realizing how weird that request was.

“wait, what? what do you mean? who wanted you to take me here? and why me?” you were just confused, so fucking confused, julie was that girl who would do anything to have an second of the spotlight, or at least, feel like she is exclusive. An average LA girl, desperate for attention.

“they didn’t told me who wanted you there, but come onn, i promise it will be fun… i heard that it is going to be in billie’s apartment” she tried to convince you, smirking at the last sentence cause she knew that you liked billie a little too much.

“if you get in trouble, i won’t clean up your mess julie.” you said with an serious tone, quickly she smirked, you knew she was using you to get what she wanted, but you couldn’t care less.

A few minutes passed until billie was on stage, she was wearing a big black tee, with some baggy jeans. Nothing special, but you still were with your eyes glued on her.

She noticed you, but quickly changed her focus to some other table close to the stage… giving you a sort of special attention, just enough to make you want more of it.

— 1am, in billie’s after party, LA.

Never crossed your mind an single thought that you would be in an place like this, loud music, a bunch of famous people, paparazzis trying to sneak in… it was just too much. And of course, you ended up alone on a corner, sitting alone on a chair as you tried to distract yourself.. but you still felt weird, like someone was watching you.

Suddenly you felt an hand brushing your shoulder, you looked up to see an much older men.. not that old.. he was what? maybe 38? 40? still too old for you. But that type of guys search for an barely legal girl, and now she was looking at you like you would make his fantasy of fucking an desperate 21 yr old… That wasn’t your case.

“im not interested.” you said in a serious tone, loud enough for him to hear you.

“come on, do you know who i am, darling? i could make all your wishes come true.” he said trying to touch you even more, as you got up and was ready to walk towards the room and away from him, from all that mess.

“not me.” i replied as he tried to grab your arm, in the exact moment that he grabbed you… you saw an girl with bangs and red roots stepping towards the both of you, that men was tamed only with her presence, without saying a word, he walked away from you as the girl stared deadly at his soul.

It was billie, billie. fucking. eilish. was saving you from an weirdo. She looked at you, with her crystal clear eyes, it just made your body shiver.

“are you okay?” she said with an soft voice, she was worried? with you? you just couldn’t believe this.

“yes… nothing surprising.” you said giggling was you felt yourself getting even more nervous.

“are you sure? let me give you some water okay?”you went quiet, nodding your head and saying you don’t need anything.. as she proceeds.

“i just feel guilty when things like that end up happening in my parties… please, can i at least make it up for you?” she said with an worried voice, making you give in to her.

“o-okay then.” you said as she took your hand carefully, taking you to the second part of her apartment, an quiet place were you could relax and forget a bit that men exist..

— 2am, on billie’s living room, LA.

You were now sitting on her couch, as she handed you an glass of water, sitting by your side, but not close enough to make you panic.

“im so sorry for that..” she said not looking at you, clearly embarassed about what happened.

“it was not your fault.” you said as she finally looked up to see you, she stared at you like she was searching something in you… she looked at you like she knew everything about you.

“you are all by yourself?” she questioned in a soft tone.

“actually i was with an friend… but she just vanished.. im not worried because she do this everytime we hang out… so yeah, im all by myself.” you replied with disappointment towards julie.

“not anymore, can i be your friend for a night?” she asked with an playfully smile, that fucking smile.

“only if you are capable of standing me.” i reply in the same playfully tone, but she was looking at me now in an even more suggestive way.

“im sure i can.” she replied, with the same tone, but now, her voice was lower.

At this point, you were unable to control yourself, to pretend ur not into her… your body betrays your mind, you smirk at her, giving her the confirmation that she wanted you to give.

“this dress looks pretty on you.” she says looking at you up and down, taking an little extra time to stare at your dress slit, she was admiring your exposed thigh as it like an work of art… and looking back at you as she was starving.

“stop that.” you said with your voice even lower, not knowing if you should look at her eyes or her mouth. You just knew she was devouring you with her sharp stare.

“stop what? im not doing nothing… you want me to do something, huh?” she spoke playing dumb as she bit her lip.

“shut up.” you said as you two got closer to each other. Now your hand was on the back of her neck, while she holded your waist carefully. She holded you like you were a porcelain doll, like she was afraid to break you.

“you want this? i will do anything… but just if you want to.” she says softly with her eyes half lided, looking at you, searching for an answer.

“please, i want you all.” you broke the eye contact while you said that, you were just too embarassed.. but that was the only thing she wanted to hear, she didn’t wait not even an second, she just kissed you. It was soft, but at the same time, it was hungry… she was exploring you, slowly, making every touch almost cinematographic.

You aren’t used to that softness, you quickly got on her lap, straddling her as she touched you softly. Exploring your body like it was something she was craving for, taking her time to feel all of you.

But in every dream, you wake up in the end. You felt like this when you heard your phone ring, julie’s name was across the screen… you quickly got up to answer her call.

“where are you? meet me up outside… quick please.” her tone was demanding, like you were the one who let her all alone. she quickly hang up not letting you being able even to reply to her and put her on her place.

“i need to go.. im so sorry.” you took your purse as billie got up too.

“no problem…” she said, clearly not knowing what to say… you were going to reply as you dropped your phone on her living room, it just ended up below her coffee table. You was slowly lowering yourself to catch it, but suddenly you felt her hand harshly pushing you back up.

“i get it for you.” she says in an kinda of nervous tone? you were just confused, but didn’t ask any questions. She got your phone as she smiled, clearly trying to make the situation less akward.

“thanks..” you smile back at her, as her arms start hugging your waist.

“do you really have to go..?” she said in an needy tone, almost looking up at you. One fun fact, you’ve only realized how short billie was in that moment.

“yeah.. i wanted to stay, i swear” you say as she let go off your waist.

“let me show you an another way out then, the front door is full of paparazzis, would you like me to escort you out, princess?” she spoke as she smirked, and you let her hold your hand and drag you to her back door.

There was some stairs, but you really didn’t care. You were almost glad to spend more time with her, even if it was a few seconds. It was magical, its like she knew everything that you liked, everything you wanted her to say, it was crazy. She was able to make you laugh, tease you, flirt with you, calm you down. It felt almost like she knew you, all about you.

As you two were about to walk out the door, she quickly pressed you against the wall and kissed you. It wasn’t long at all, but it seem so much more than just a kiss. That couldn’t be just a kiss, it was an desire, an craving, an urge to make you hers.

“ready?” she whispered before getting a little far away from you.. almost opening the door. As she opened, we could feel the flashes, all the paparazzi. We walked a little bit more, now being protected by billie’s security guard. Julie was sitting below an tree, she just saw the flashes and runned to jump on billie’s arms.. but she failed. Billie’s security just blocks her way to do so, and she almost fell down.

“sorry for that, bye billie.” i say as i help julie to get up and walk, she was so fucking drunk.

“see you soon.” she say as i walk away… what did she meant by that? you’ve really thought it was over by now, that she just would look for another girl to play with.

As you got on an táxi, your phone vibrated…

“unknown number, 2 new messages.”

— HIII, thank you sm for reading!! english its not my mother language so im really sorry if theres some grammar or spelling mistakes, hope you guys enjoy it!! pt 2 coming soon!!

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FABLE AND TRUTH 1 | billie eilish

୧ ‧₊˚ love was the law & religion was taught…. ↳ summary: you had always been raised on being poise, feminine, classy. but what was most important to your family was your religion— and it had embroidered itself into your daily life. but when it’s time to pick between feelings and faith, which will you choose? pairings & aus. billie eilish x fem!reader warnings. religious backgrounds & guilt | mature language | sexual content | substance use author's note. YAYYY ITS STARTINGG!! wc. 4.4k

✧ 9:06 am, monday ✧

the bells of harkness tower toll sharply, their deep, reverberating chimes slicing through the crisp autumn air. the sound is rich and weighted, echoing across yale’s storied campus, signaling the start of another day as people dispersed from their dorms and earlier classes, talking amongst themselves and hastily walking to their next destination. 

the mist of early morning clings to the aged stone of the university, a slight fog covering over you as you walk briskly across the cobblestone pathways, your leather satchel bouncing gently against your side. chanel pumps decorate your feet, a cartier bracelet accenting your freshly tanned skin. your sleek, blown-out hair was framed against your face, bouncing slightly with every step, and your pale pink cardigan stood out amid the sea of muted fall tones around you.

beside you was emma harper, your best friend— strolling at a leisurely pace, tugging her scarf tighter against the crisp autumn air that whacked against the both of you. where you were polished and deliberate, emma was bold and carefree, her wild auburn hair nearly as untamed as her personality . 

the two of you couldn't have been more different, yet your friendship had stood the test of time, from summers in france to your shared journey at yale.

"you're going to give yourself a stress migraine, y/n." emma teased at you, nudging your shoulder as you both approached your lecture hall, "professor weller isn't grading us on who takes the prettiest notes, or who sits at the front. why so worked up?”

you offered up a small laugh, though your grip on your notebook tightened. a sigh follows your short-lived giggle, "i just want to be prepared. philosophy of religion isn't exactly a casual topic. it's very intense."

"you've been prepared since the first day of class," emma grumbles, rolling her eyes. "honey, you're literally the only person i know who can quote augustine without looking it up. so relax a little."

relax. you had heard that word countless times, usually from emma. it wasn't that you didn't know how— it was just that there was always so much to do. papers to write, prayers to say, a faith to nurture. for you, discipline wasn't a burden; it was a way of life, a way of honoring the God who had guided you this far.

but as you entered the lecture hall and emma plopped into the seat adjacent to yours, you couldn't help but smile. emma was right in her own way— you could afford to let go sometimes. just... not too much. everything always had to be structured, neat, and in order. just how you liked it. 

professor weller's lecture was as engaging as ever, his voice commanding attention as he wove through topics of faith and reason, along with their uncomfortable contrasts and truths. you sat straight-backed, your pen flying across the page as you absorbed every word with neat, pretty handwriting, your pink pen gliding against your paper. emma, meanwhile, alternated between typing notes and sneaking glances at her phone, her impatience barely concealed as she locked her phone, slipping it into a pocket. 

midway through the lecture, emma leaned over, her voice low. "sooooo, sam's hosting a party tonight…”

you didn't look up, still writing away on your paper attentively, "and how does that concern me?"

"well, he wants to know if we're coming, duh.” 

you paused your writing just long enough to shoot emma a knowing look. you cock your head to the side, lips forced into a pout, "come on em, you know i don't do parties."

emma groaned softly, "right, of course. yale's resident saint doesn't do parties.” she throws her hands up in defense, “whatever. but just come with me, please? i promise, you’ll have fun!"

"it's not about being a saint," you whispered back, your tone firm, but always remaining kind. "i just don't see the point in spending a night doing... things i'd regret, like doing substances that make me forget i’m on planet earth. it’s never been my thing.” 

emma smirked, "not everyone regrets it, you know. some people do actually have fun. maybe you should learn how.” 

you smiled faintly, but said nothing. having fun wasn't the issue—it never had been.you did have fun— doing things that actually mattered, things that actually interested you. you could curl up with coffee and a good novel, or crochet a new sweater, there were multitudes of things that you did for fun. 

but in contrast, emma was the party girl. her type of fun was smoking a bit of weed and blasting music in her audi, or going home with various guys that she’d meet out at bars, or even in passing. she was bold, strong, carefree. but you adored structure, class— you didn’t put her down for doing what she does, she’s your best friend, afterall— but it just wasn’t your style. 

 it was about your values, about living a life that aligned with the principles that you had held dear for so long. you weren’t naïve; you knew what went on at those parties. drinking, hookups, conversations drowned out by loud music... and none of it appealed to you.

emma, to her credit, didn't push further. your friendship always worked out so well because you respected each other's boundaries, even when you didn't understand them.

you packed up your things as the sound of the bell’s ring filled your ears, sliding your bag into your shoulder as you waited for emma to stash her loose papers into her bag. you frowned, “your organization skills are..definitely something.” 

she just laughed it off, “works for me. i like living life on the edge.” 

after class, the two of you made your way across campus, the golden autumn leaves crunching beneath emma's boots and your new, all-black pumps. yale's gothic architecture loomed around you as you treaded against the grass, looking at all the buildings that were majestic and timeless, a reminder of the legacy that you were part of.

"there they are!" emma hollers, spotting your friend group near the library steps.

oliver, ever the charmer, was lounging against the stone railing, his tailored coat giving him an air of effortless sophistication. he flipped a hand through his brown hair as he looked up, his eye landing on you and emma as she shot you both a warm smile. you spotted naomi first though, her bright purple hair almost impossible to miss— and she waved a ring-accented hand at you, a cigarette shoved between her index and middle finger. jules was seated right next to naomi, her black hair sleek and flowing down her back, complimenting her starry eyeshadow and long, red nails as she twiddled her fingers at you in greeting.

"y/n! emma!" oliver called, his grin broad and welcoming as he waved you and emma over, his lanky frame extending, ready to greet you with hugs like he always did. 

emma sauntered over, her confidence nearly as natural as breathing. you followed her lead, offering polite smiles as you joined the group, taking a seat next to naomi. she pulls you into a tight embrace, planting a little kiss on your cheek, “y/n! hi my love! missed you so much!”

she smelled of cigarette smoke and versace perfume, and the mixture was always oddly comforting to you. you giggle at her over-the-top affection, though you always loved it. naomi was the sweet one of the group, always offering the shirt off of her back if she really needed to. she was beautiful— inside and out, her whimsical fashion sense complimenting how pure and sweet her soul was.

"so," jules started, exhaling a plume of smoke from her half-dead cigarette, "sam's party tonight. we going?"

"i'm in," oliver said immediately, adjusting his coat with a shrug that oozed nonchalance, “need to get out a bit, yeah?”

"same here.” naomi added, flicking ash from her cigarette as her eyes found yours, and then all eyes simultaneously turned to you. you sat slightly apart from the rest of them, your pink cardigan and neatly pressed skirt a stark contrast to the haze of thick cigarette smoke and leather jackets. you smiled gently, your hands clasped in front of your frame.

you let off a shrug, a little sick and tired of having to repeat these same words over and over again, "you know i don't do parties.” you shrug gently, your voice soft but resolute.

"come on, little saint," emma teased, crossing her arms at your protest, "just one night. we’re your best friends, we promise that nothing will happen to you— we won’t let it.” emma’s statement earns approving nods from the rest of the group, sharing looks with one another in hopes that their eagerness was convincing to you.

it wasn’t. 

you laughed lightly, shaking your head, "just isn’t my thing, you all know this—“ you gesture to everyone, “i really just don’t feel up to it."

oliver shrugs, while naomi and jules nod quietly. they weren’t going to push you, so they just carry on with their conversation, chatting about classes, teachers, and everything that surrounded it.

as the conversation flipped to other topics, you found yourself falling quiet, content with listening in as the others bantered. you loved your friends, truly you did— but moments like this reminded you  of just how different you were from them. it wasn't a bad thing, necessarily; it was just... isolating, sometimes.

faith had always been your anchor, the thing that kept you steady in a world that often felt so chaotic. but every now and then, you wondered if it also kept you apart, if your refusal to compromise made yourself unknowable in ways even your closest friends couldn't understand.

you eventually pushed the thought away as emma started telling a story about some disastrous group project in her third class, her animated gestures pulling laughter out of everyone. 

comparison was the thief of joy— you knew this, but you sometimes wished that you could be more like emma. carefree yet compassionate, smart but knowing when to let loose. sometimes, you felt like you could be a little too uptight, and jealously oozed from your pores at you watched your best friend take a drag from a cigarette, laughing and carrying on with wide, sparkling green eyes. 

but you refused to get sucked up in comparisons, so you smile, warmth blooming in your chest as everyone stood up, walking to the main hall for a passing period.

you thought long and hard about the idea of going to a party with everyone— it seemed stupid in your humble opinion, but you missed hanging out with your friends— so you offered up, “okay, i have a proposal. what if i go to this stupid party, but only to drive? i’ll make sure none of you get too drunk and wind up someplace you aren’t supposed to be.” 

that makes everyone cheer, and naomi flips her long, shiny black hair to the side, “yes! yes!” she wraps you in an embrace that’s so tight you can hardly breathe, “— you’re the best! love you!” 

you offered a nervous smile towards the group as you filed into a starbucks, waiting in line as your friends carried on about what everyone was wearing, what drinks they hoped were there— and that’s when you tuned out. you were pumped to attend this party, but also scared, and as the day went on, the burden of going to this function was the only thing on your mind.

✧ 7:45 pm ✧

you sat cross-legged on your bed in your shared dorm room, your closet doors open as you stared at the carefully organized clothes inside. the room smelled faintly of lavender and pine, a subtle touch from the air freshener you’d tucked beside your desk— it always seemed to calm you down. your eyes scanned the rack, hoping something could catch your eye, but nothing particularly stood out.

emma had insisted that you join in on their festivities until you finally caved and said yes. you had reluctantly agreed, though you couldn't quite shake the nagging feeling that you didn't belong in that atmosphere. but now you felt like you needed to go— you had to, the feeling of missing out making you a little afraid. 

finally, you settled on a dark blue polo sweater that clung to your figure just enough to be flattering, but was still modest. you paired it with some well-fitted jeans and, of course, your signature black heels—Chanel, naturally. it was a bit more casual than what most people would wear to a party, but it was your style, so you didn’t really mind. 

just as you were smoothing out the sweater's collar, emma barged into the room, her wild hair a stark contrast to your usual, soft blow out. emma's eyes immediately landed on your outfit as she raised her eyebrows.

"you're really gonna go with the ‘first day of prep school’ look, huh?" emma teased, tossing her purse onto your bed before digging through her own closet for something more daring.

"what's wrong with my outfit?” you asked, glancing at yourself in the mirror, twisting on your heel and flattening out a small wrinkle in your jeans.

"oh, nothing," emma grinned mischievously, shrugging, "it's just so... you. not a bad thing, just— this is a party that you're going to, did you forget?” 

you chuckled softly, fixing your hair in the mirror now, "i know, but i think it suits me, em. is that so bad?"

emma snorted. "right, of course. just—" she stopped mid-sentence, tossing her hands up in frustration. "you look so cute, but it's a party! where's the wild side, y/n?"

"i'm here to drive you guys," you said simply, a smile tugging at your llips. "that's all. i'm not here for anything else."

emma raised an eyebrow, pulling a dark velvet mini skirt off the rack. "yeah, yeah, i know. but you need to have fun, too. you're way too uptight sometimes."

"i'm not uptight, em!” you protested, though the smile on your face betrayed you.

"uh-huh, sure. just wait until i drag you out onto the dance floor!” emma winked, throwing a bold crop top onto the surface of your bed, “and you’d look so fucking good in this, why don’t you put this on?”

you snorted lightly. "yeah, good luck with that."

by the time everyone in the group was ready, the night was creeping in, the campus already buzzing with excitement. you could feel a quiet sense of discomfort stirring within yourself —parties weren't your scene at all, and you weren’t sure what to expect. but the drive to the party felt like the safest option, so you settled on that.

after a few minutes of emma touching up her makeup and slipping a pair of louboutins on, everyone met up in the parking lot, and you felt a little out of place. jules was clad in a black, tight mini dress with slick silver heels, her hair in a effortless but beautiful bun as she pulled out her digital camera to take pictures. naomi had settled on a purple halter top and a black skirt, complimentary to oliver’s lavender top and leather pants. 

jules gave you a raised eyebrow, “you sure you don’t wanna change out of that?” 

you gave out a sigh, a little irritated with how many times someone had suggested to change out of your outfit. it was comfortable, and that’s all you really cared about— so you just nodded yes, grabbing your keys and heading to your car while everyone finished up their photos.

emma and the others climbed into your car, the sound of music and laughter filling the air as you made your way over to the address. the streets were lined with people, most of them laughing or stumbling their way into various houses or apartments. as you neared the destination, you felt your heartbeat quicken.

although you didn’t want to admit it, you were a little nervous. you had never stepped foot into a house party, and it felt so off that you’d literally be in a random stranger’s home with a bunch of other people you didn’t know, and you were supposed to dance and get drunk in these conditions? absolutely not. 

the party was already in full swing by the time that you and your friends arrived. music blared from the speakers, a mix of bass-heavy tracks and indie-pop anthems that were so foreign to you. you killed the engine and parked the car, trying to steady your breathing as everyone filed out.

"you're gonna be fine," emma said, slinging her arm around your shoulder as you approached the door, "trust me, it's just a party."

"well, i've never been good at these," you admitted, your voice seldom quiet, "i've never even been to one."

emma grinned, tugging you inside. "well, now you have the opportunity to be good at them. so let’s go!”

you sighed as the group filed into the house, which was chaotic, with people everywhere— laughing, drinking, shouting over the music, and making out in random corners. you felt immediately out of place, standing still for a moment to take it all in. you followed emma as she navigated through the crowd, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, while the others spread out, eager to catch up with their friends.

you didn't expect to enjoy herself, but a part of you longed to feel connected—to lose the anxiety that seemed to constantly gnaw at you. but it just wasn’t something that you were all that familiar with. you tried to hold onto emma as long as you could, but she eventually found some cute guy to buy her a drink and have a quick dance, so you ventured off, attempting to find some refuge in a corner that you could hide out in. 

as you walked, you heard something in the distance, smooth and beautiful.

a voice.

it was soft, haunting, yet full of raw emotion, it stood out amid the chaos of the house. the crowd around you seemed oblivious to it, caught up in their own worlds. but you, however, stood frozen for a moment, the familiar pang of curiosity tugging at you.

it was an acoustic set, just a voice and a guitar— but it was captivating. the melody drifted over the noise of the party, lulling you into some kind of trance. you had never heard the song before, so you pulled out your phone and quickly opened Shazam, holding it up to the sound.

as the app processed, the result popped up on your screen: billie eilish.

your heart skipped. you knew the name. of course you did. billie eilish was a sensation. a moment— everyone knew her name.

you lingered in the background, mesmerized by the performance. billie's voice was even more incredible live, filled with emotion, effortless and raw. you didn't notice how long you had been standing there, listening to the music, and you really only noticed because your feet were slightly sore from the heels. you started to walk away to find your friends until you felt someone brush past you— someone who was too close, and way too fast.

clink.

before you could move, you felt a cold splash across your chest.

"shit, i am so sorry!"

you looked down at your sweater, now stained with the dark liquid from some foreign drink, and your heart sank. it was easily your favorite sweater, and it was all ruined now. but when you looked up, you were met the apologetic gaze of a girl with striking, pitch black hair and vivid blue eyes. it was billie eilish.

"oh my gosh," you spoke softly, though you couldn't help the tiny flare of irritation, “no, i-it’s okay…but….you're…”

“billie eilish?” she asked, and you nodded in response, almost too shocked to really say anything else.

she was beautiful, way more beautiful now that she was standing right in front of your face, literally. her eyes were a piercing blue, oceany and warm, and every single one of her features were so unique, so prominent, and you felt your breath hitch.

billie's expression shifted as you stayed quiet, her lips curling into an apologetic smile, "i didn't mean to bump into you, love, i'm really sorry. let me fix this."

you shook your head, trying to laugh it off, "oh, no need, it's fine. it's just a silly sweater, i can always wash it out."

"no, no, it was shitty of me to not look where i was going, so i'll make it up to you," billie said quickly, like she was in some type of rush. "i'll buy you a drink. how about that?"

you stood frozen for a moment, wondering whether or not it was even worth the hassle to make billie buy a drink for you, or even tell her that you don’t drink at all. but she was persistent, and you knew that no matter how much you protested, she was going to somehow offer up a repercussion for her actions. 

"uh, i don't really..." you drafted, your voice still soft, unsure if you wanted to ruin this moment, by saying alcohol wasn't really your thing, so you just shrugged. "okay, yeah, sure."

billie left you with a wink as she turned around. "cool. i'll be right back."

billie disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing in the middle of the chaos with the awful remnants of your ruined sweater, but somehow feeling a little more at ease than before. the music blared, people shouting and laughing over the pounding beats, but you couldn't help but feel something strange settle in you chest. billie was sweet, and thoughtful, and really the only person at the party who made you feel like you could just chill out.

a few minutes later, billie weaved through the crowd again, holding a glass in one hand and cutting through people like she owned the place. she didn’t really say excuse me, because people already knew to move. the crowd filed onto separate sides of the room as she walked through with a smile, her eyes finding yours as she met up with you again. 

you looked reluctant to take the cup in her hand, so billie shook her head, "no no, it isn't alcoholic, don't worry." she smiled, handing you the drink, "i figured you'd be more comfortable with this. i can tell you don't really drink— so it's just grape juice." 

you felt your lips curve upward, the kindness behind billie's words making something warm stir within you. you smiled, "thanks." 

you sipped at the drink quietly, the cider sweet and refreshing, and you couldn't help but appreciate the thought behind it. billie hadn't tried to push anything else onto you, which made the whole thing feel a little less like a game, and you felt yourself soften up a bit. 

billie swigged from her own red solo cup, the liquid inside clearly something much stronger, judging by the way she made a tight face when she drank from it. she let out a small cough, holding the empty cup in between her thumb and index finger, slumping against the wall, relaxed.

"yeah, no worries," billie spoke gently, "i know how people are with the whole 'let's get wasted' thing. i can tell that just isn’t your thing, yeah?”

you smiled at the words, but you still felt that familiar unease of discomfort just talking about it, "yeah, i just... i don't really get the appeal.”

"me neither," billie said bluntly, shrugging, “it's just a way for people to forget their shit for a minute. which i guess is fine sometimes, but it's not really my thing. i like to face everything, even the hard shit."

your brows furrowed slightly, cocking your head to the side, "but aren't you drinking...right now? excuse me for asking, i’m sorry.”

billie gave you a sharp look, her iridescent eyes glinting in the dim light. she waved a hand at you, "nah, i get it, don’t apologize. i only drink sometimes, simply when i feel like it. but i can’t get with people pretending everything’s all fine and dandy when they’ve got a little alcohol in their system. i don’t like that.”

your chest tightened a little, your mind racing with how easy it was for billie to speak so openly, so unapologetically. it made you feel a little small, like all the structure you’d built around yourself was just a facade. billie didn't give two fucks, and that somehow made you want to be like that, even if it was just for a moment.

"i get it," you said quietly, your voice calmer now, "i mean, i don't know if i'm that brave. but... i get it."

before billie could respond back, the crowd shifted, and your attention was pulled across the room. emma was waving at you, impatience and irritation written all over her face. you glanced at billie one last time, feeling a flicker of regret at the thought of leaving the conversation behind.

"hey, i should probably go," you said, finishing off the last of your juice, "my best friend’s calling me."

billie nodded with a lazy grin, leaning back against the wall, "i understand. but next time, don't bail so quick, yeah?" i'll be here when you wanna party a little bit."

your smile lingered as you turned to leave, pulling your purse closer to your chest, "well, then i don't think you'll ever see me again." 

you gave billie a wave goodbye as you walked toward emma, and you felt your heart literally beating out of your chest as you tried to place this weird feeling you got from billie. you were intrigued by her, wanting to know more about her opinions, how she felt about any and everything. about– 

"dude, are you coming or what?" emma's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. she was standing by the door now, arms crossed, a look of annoyance on her face. "i can’t believe what just happened to me, so please, let’s go before i get in a fight."

you laughed softly, shaking your head. "okay, i'm coming."

with one last glance at billie—who was already disappearing into the crowd again— you turned and walked toward emma, your mind racing with questions you didn't really have the answers to. you couldn't put billie out of her head. and somehow, you had a feeling it wasn't the last time you’d be seeing her tonight.

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lunch; b.eilish .˚₊✩ masterlist ✩₊˚.

part one i'm interested in more than just bein' your friend

part two i could eat that girl for lunch 

part three yeah, she dances on my tongue

part four i just want to get her off

part five i don’t wanna break it, just want it to bend

part six i could never get enough

part seven it's a craving not a crush

[deep-fried-egg]

I’m writing. An entire Billie series.

[girlkisser13]

birds of a feather

"i knew you in another life" "you had that same look in your eyes" "i love you, don’t act so surprised"

pairings: percy jackson x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. tooth rotting fluff. established relationship.

summary: "i love you in every universe."

the warm afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow over the grassy clearing. the air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the gentle hum of bees buzzed around the two of you as you sat cross-legged on the soft grass, your fingers deftly weaving a colorful flower crown. percy lay with his head in your lap, his eyes closed, a peaceful smile playing on his lips. his dark hair felt soft under your touch as you carefully arranged the flowers, making sure each one was placed just right.

the two of you had stolen away to this hidden spot, far from the hustle and bustle of camp half-blood. it was your secret sanctuary, a place where the both of you could escape from the chaos of your lives as demigods and simply be yourselves. as you worked on his flower crown, you found myself lost in the simple, soothing rhythm of the task.

percy’s voice broke the comfortable silence, soft and contemplative. "do you think parallel universes are real?"

you paused, your fingers stilling for a moment as you considered his question. "i don’t know," you admitted, your focus still on the flowers in your hands. "maybe. there’s a lot we don’t understand about the universe."

percy opened his eyes and looked up at you, his sea-green eyes thoughtful. "i’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. about how there could be other versions of us out there, living different lives."

you nodded absently, selecting a bright yellow daisy and adding it to the crown. "it’s a nice idea. infinite possibilities and all that."

he reached up and took your hand, his touch warm and grounding. "do you think we’d still find each other? in those other universes?"

his question caught you off guard, and you looked down at him, your heart skipping a beat. there was something earnest and vulnerable in his expression that made your chest tighten with emotion.

"i don’t know," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "i’d like to think so."

percy’s smile widened, and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "i think we would. no matter what."

you tilted your head, curiosity piqued. "how do you know?"

he shifted slightly, turning so that he could look up at you more easily. "because i love you," he said simply. "and my love for you is so strong, so pure, that i can’t imagine any version of me not feeling the same way. it’s like... like a universal constant."

you felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you looked away, focusing on the flower crown to hide your embarrassment. "that’s... really sweet, percy."

"i’m serious," he insisted. "i believe that in every universe, i would find you. and i would love you just as much as i do now."

you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart swell with affection. you finished the last few touches on the flower crown and gently placed it on his head, the colorful blossoms a stark contrast to his dark hair.

"there," you said, smiling down at him. "perfect."

percy reached up to touch the crown, his fingers brushing against the petals. "thank you," he said softly. "for everything."

you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. "i don't think i could love you any more than i already do," you said quietly. "i think i’d love you till the day i die."

he closed his eyes again, his expression one of utter contentment. "that’s all i need to hear."

you stayed like that for a while, the world around you fading into the background. in that moment, it didn’t matter what dangers awaited you outside your little sanctuary, or what challenges you would have to face as demigods. all that mattered was the here and now, and the love the two of you shared.

and maybe, just maybe, percy was right. maybe your love was a universal constant, something that would endure no matter what. it was a comforting thought, one that made you believe in the possibility of parallel universes and the idea that you would always find each other, no matter what.

as the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, you knew that this moment would be etched in your memory forever. because in every universe, in every possible reality, you knew one thing for certain: you would always love percy jackson.

[slut4b1ls]

—NOTICED (part I)

BILLIE EILISH X F!READER

summary: One morning you wake up to a mail from Billie Eilish’s manager asking you to star in her new music video..(continuation; check out the previous parts)

prologue part one part two

These were the longest 3 weeks in your entire life, but as for now, you were seated in the taxi, driving to your hotel in LA. The last time you spoke on the phone with the manager was this morning when she called you to make sure everything was alright. You couldn’t wait to finally get to your hotel and were planning on going to sleep as soon as possible. The shooting was supposed to start at 4pm the next day and till then you were «free».

As soon as you arrived to the destination, you got out of the taxi and rushed to your hotel room. You entered the space, got undressed and went into the bed. You decided to check your phone before going to sleep and started scrolling on Instagram when suddenly you got a notification that Billie followed you. Your heart stopped.

When you got your senses back, you saw that she followed up with a message that said: «hope you are ready for tomorrow;) heard you got to your hotel room safe». This was the exact moment you realized that it’s all getting serious. You texted her back and quickly went to sleep to calm yourself down and get some rest.

When you woke up, you picked your phone and saw a new notification: «good to hear, see you at 4». You liked her message feeling the butterflies in your stomach and quickly got up to start getting ready.

The set was about an hour drive away from you so as soon as you finished getting ready you went out. Your makeup was done lightly since you knew they would be redoing it at the set. You called the taxi and told the driver where to take you. The whole drive you were silent, thinking about what is about to happen. The questions were running through your mind the whole time.

The hour felt like forever. As you arrived, you took a deep breath, got out of the car and entered the place you were about to shot the mv at. The whole team was already there and the first person to greet you was Billie’s manager. The woman thanked you for coming and told you to follow her into Billie’s garderobe. You were so stressed and tried your best not to show it, everything was happening so fast.

As you stood outside of Billie’s garderobe, the manager knocked on the door and you heard Billie shouting "It’s open, come in".

The woman opened the door and you saw Billie sitting in the chair, infront of a mirror. "Hi" she said as her eyes immediately met yours. She was smiling at you and all you could do was just smile back, the stress was really eating you alive. Then you heard the manger speak, remembering she’s still with you two "Well, I will leave you for now so you can talk. The makeup artist should be here anytime, be ready". The woman left and closed the door behind her.

"So? How was your way here?" Billie started. "It was fine. I.." You began answering when suddenly you weren’t able to get any more words out of your mouth. "Don’t be stressed, I don’t want you to be nervous about this" Billie said seeing the way you froze. She got up from her chair and walked closer toward you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

"I’m sorry this whole situation is a lot for me" you said quietly. Billie stepped back a little. "Don’t be sorry. I want you to feel comfortable. Do you know what we are planning the mv to be, right?" she asked. "Yes, your manager explained everything to me on the phone. She was really nice". Billie looked down and smiled to herself. "Oh yeah, she’s a lovely woman".

You started getting a little more comfortable as your emotions subsided. There was a moment of pure silence between you two. Billie was just looking at you and you were maintaining the eye contact. "I wanted to ask.." you started "Why me? I mean, I’m not famous and I have never played in a mv before. Where did you even find me?" Billie chuckled as she heard your question but quickly gave out a response. "Well, I was just scrolling through my Instagram feed when I saw your post. I though you were really pretty and would fit perfectly".

And once again your heart stopped and you looked down as your cheeks started to get pink. "Just don’t get nervous again" Billie said laughing "You were doing so good". You looked up and met her eyes again. Then her eyes suddenly went on your lips for a second and then back again she looked in your eyes. This moment felt so intimate. You thought this whole situation couldn’t get more unreal until Billie started getting closer to you. You two were now inches apart, your checks started going from pink to red when all of a sudden you heard a knock and the door opened.

a/n: Hellooo, the first part is finally here!! Please let me know what you think and I hope you are ready for part 2 dropping soon👀🍒

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Without a trace pt. 2

Robber!Billie x Fem!reader

♡smut. Part 1

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"Excuse me. Dammit." You say, pushing yourself through hundreds of people as you tried to exit the train, realizing it was your stop.

Finally making out of the crowd, you sigh and walk over to a bench. Setting your purse down for a second to make a quick call to a friend who'd been spamming you for the past 20 minutes.

After a long and exhausting call, you turn around to grab your purse, rummaging through it to find your apartment keys.

Gone. Absolutely no where to be found.

You panicked. Where could you have left it? You were not one to lose your stuff. You groaned and clenched your jaw. Your day had been really shitty and this... well this took the fucking cake.

"Fuck!!" You yelled and tossed your purse back on the bench. Irritated by the situation and just your day overall. You looked down by your feet, finding an open note lying there on the ground.

You picked it up out of curiosity, and your brows furrowed. Your expression hardening as you felt a chill run down your spine, reading the words on the small piece of paper, "If you want the keys back, meet me in the alley by your favorite coffee shop. Xo the girl from the other night." With a damn heart scribbled next to the messy handwriting.

What. The. Fuck.

You grabbed your purse, throwing it on your shoulder and walking as fast as you could. You just wanted to go home and sleep.

Minutes later, you arrived at the coffee shop, looking around in the alleyways to find her. You groaned. She was nowhere to be found.

You took a deep breath, and before you could exhale, you felt a hand clasp over your mouth, dragging you farther into the alley.

You felt your body being forced against the brick wall, wrists restrained together above your head. Your heart raced. It was dark. You couldn't see or depict who had suddenly hauled you further into the darkness.

"Hi, pretty. Did you miss me?" Her familiar voice rang through your head, and your eyes widened. You knew exactly who it was. She acted like this was some kind of joke. Like this was a twisted game that succumbed to her desires. And you were part of it.

"Give me my keys." You huffed. Her body was pressed tight against yours. Her breath against your neck as she hummed, engulfing herself in your flowery scent.

"Aaw. But I'm having fun. " Of course she was having fun. You were sandwiched between the wall and her hot body. She had full control over you. And you'd hate to admit it, but it made your body heat up in ways you didn't want it to. This isn't what you wanted, but it's what your body craved. It betrayed you and your thoughts.

"Stop... give me my keys." She pouted, her hand sliding down to cluth onto your waist. "Can I get a kiss first?" You rolled your eyes and scoffed. A kiss? Was she serious. "No?" She said, reaching into her jacket pocket and pulling out a familiar object. Your diary. The same one you had "misplaced" a few weeks ago.

"You took it." She smirked teasingly. "I did, and it has some pretty interesting things written in here."

You bit down onto your lip nervously. "Aw baby. I'm not forcing you. More like... persuading you." You balled your hands into a fist, your heart raced at the thought of actually kissing her. Was it worth it? And why were you even considering it in the first place.

You avoid her eyes, nodding your head slowly. Her face lit up, and she slid her hood off of her head, revealing her glossy dark hair and her hypnotic bright blue eyes under the luminous moon.

She was captivating, the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes on. Thoughts raced through your head, but all that disappeared once her lips connected with yours.

Her hand released your wrists as she pulled you by your waist, bringing you closer. Instinctively, you rocked your hips into hers, and she smugged. This was nothing like what you'd felt before. The thought of being caught in a dark alleyway at night turned you on way more than it should've.

She pulled back, and next thing you knew, you felt her finger snake underneath your skirt, pressing against the damp fabric that covered your sopping cunt.

You whimpered and grabbed onto her wrist, shaking your head no. But she knew you wanted this. And she was right.

She just laughed and leaned in to pepper soft kisses onto your neck, leading down to the middle of your breasts that spilled nicely out of your low-cut shirt.

"So pretty." She maneuvered her digits towards your throbbing clit. motioning figure eights against it, trying to lure a moan from those pretty and plump lips of yours. Parted so sweetly as if you were begging to be taken by her. To be manipulated by her.

"I...mm – your name..." You breathed heavily, gripping onto her shoulder as she kept a fast pace, pressing harder onto your clit.

"Why? Want to moan it?" You groaned and looked up at her, lust and frustration filling your eyes. "Billie. Now let me hear you say it."

She sneakily slid a single digit between your folds, earning a slutty moan from your lips. "Billie! –" She hummed, sufficiently pleased with your reaction and the sound of her name coming out of your mouth in the sexiest way possible.

"Fuck. Say it again." She added two more digits, curling them upwards into your spongey walls.

You choked out a moan, tears filling your eyes as your head fell back. "Billie – fuck!! Billie please." She tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowing as she studied your fucked out state.

"Please, what? Use your words, beautiful." Your body slumped against the wall. If it wasn't for her holding onto the weight of your body in her arms, you'd be a puddle on the bare floor.

"Please... I want to come –"

No, you needed to come. You needed to feel that release you craved all these years after the absence of someone's touch. But this... this was perfect. This was what you desperately wanted. She was what you desperately wanted.

"Yeah? Okay. Come then." And you did. Your legs trembled, and your body spasmed as you came all over her fingers, coating them so nicely.

She pulled out of you slowly, examing the mess you made on her hands as she looked at you and smirked. "Open your mouth for me, angel." You questioned her motives for a brief second, but at this point, you didn't care. She made you feel good, and in that moment, that's all that mattered.

You did as you were told, and she she slid her glistening fingers through your parted lips. Watching you taste your own arousal, she moaned. You looked so fucking beautiful.

Yes, Billie broke into your house. Yes, she took your stuff and kept them to do god knows what. Yes, she was fucking you in an alleyway. Would you regret this later? Probably. But right now, in this moment, you didn't care. She gave you attention, the same attention you craved for a long time. And God, did it feel so. damn. good.

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Notes: everyone i present... robber Billie pt. 2 👏 i scrapped so many other drafts of this, omg... but we don't talk about that. 😁 i hope you enjoyed my loves 💝

[batboysanonymous]

Tastes Like Fate

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian has spent years convincing himself that Y/N only sees him as a friend, ignoring the way his soul ignites in her presence, the way his every thought is consumed by her. But Y/N has always known—always felt—the weight of his unspoken desires, and tonight, she’s ready to show him just how deep her love runs.

Based on the song: LUNCH by Billie Eilish

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"I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Tastes like she might be the one And I could never get enough"

Cassian had always been drawn to her. It was a pull so visceral, so inescapable, that he had long stopped trying to deny it. But she—Y/N—was untouchable. Not because she was fragile or beyond his reach, but because he was certain she didn’t see him that way.

She laughed at his jokes, trained beside him, leaned into him when the world got too heavy, but it was never more than that. It couldn’t be. Because if it was, if he let himself believe that she felt even a fraction of what he did, it would destroy him if he was wrong.

So he kept his distance. Not physically—he could never actually stay away—but emotionally, he built walls, ones he was certain she couldn’t see past.

But Y/N had always been better at seeing through Cassian than anyone else.

And tonight, she was done waiting for him to realize it.

"I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend Do you know how to bend?"

The Illyrian warlord was painfully oblivious.

Y/N had known for years—years—that Cassian wanted her. Maybe he thought he hid it well, maybe he had convinced himself that his longing stares, the way his hands lingered when they touched, the protective way he claimed her without words, went unnoticed.

But Y/N saw everything. She felt everything.

She saw it in the way he always brought her gifts, small and meaningless to anyone else but tailored perfectly to her. She saw it in the way his jaw clenched when another male got too close, in the way his wings flared whenever she walked into a room.

But more than anything, she saw it in the way he didn't act on it.

Cassian was a creature of instinct, a male who took what he wanted, fought for what he wanted. And yet, with her, he hesitated.

Maybe he thought she didn’t want him. Maybe he was too afraid of ruining whatever this was between them.

But she was tired of waiting for him to figure it out.

So when she received the message—she didn’t hesitate.

"So now, she's comin' up the stairs So I'm pullin' up a chair And I'm puttin' up my hair"

Cassian heard her before he saw her. The soft, sure steps echoing against the stone floors of the House of Wind.

He hadn’t expected her to come. Not really. He had sent the message in a moment of weakness, a slip in his otherwise iron grip on his emotions.

And yet, here she was.

Y/N stepped into his room like she belonged there, her expression unreadable, but her eyes—her eyes—burned with something he couldn’t decipher.

"Where is it?" she asked, and Cassian swallowed hard.

He gestured to the small velvet box on the table. She crossed the room in three strides, picked it up, and flipped it open.

Her breath caught.

A simple silver ring sat nestled inside, its band shaped like Illyrian wings.

"You keep breaking your training bands," Cassian said gruffly. "Figured you could use something stronger. This one is reinforced with wards. It won’t snap under pressure."

Y/N said nothing, just turned the ring over in her hands. Then, slowly, she slid it onto her finger.

Perfect fit.

She looked up at him, her lips curving into something unreadable. "Cassian."

His name had never sounded like that before. Like a promise. Like a secret. Like she knew.

And then, before he could second-guess, before he could talk himself out of it—

She reached for him.

"Oh, oh-oh I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Tastes like she might be the one And I could never get enough"

Cassian had imagined this moment a thousand times.

But nothing—nothing—compared to the reality of Y/N’s lips on his.

She tasted like honeyed wine, like the sweetest sin, and he was already addicted. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips, pulling her closer until there was nothing—nothing—between them.

Her nails scraped against the nape of his neck, a quiet moan slipping from her lips as he deepened the kiss.

Cassian growled, the sound low and possessive. His wings flared behind him, his entire body coiled with the need to claim, to mark, to make her his.

"You're mine," he rasped against her mouth. "Tell me you’re mine."

Y/N pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with something feral.

"I've always been yours."

"She's takin' pictures in the mirror Oh my God, her skin's so clear Tell her, 'Bring that over here'"

Cassian couldn’t stop looking at her.

She was sprawled across his bed, his shirt hanging loose off her shoulder, her fingers tracing absent patterns across his chest.

It felt surreal. Like a dream.

Like if he blinked too hard, she’d vanish.

Y/N shifted, propping herself up on one elbow. "You know," she murmured, "for someone who’s spent years looking at me like I hung the stars, you took way too long to do something about it."

Cassian groaned. "Don’t remind me."

She grinned, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, his collarbone, the base of his throat.

His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her chin up until she was forced to meet his eyes.

His voice was quiet, reverent. "Say it again."

Her lips curved.

"I love you, Cassian."

And just like that, he was lost.

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I’m pretty sure when Billie Eilish said “It's a craving, not a crush” she meant this

[drunkinyourbenz]

oh i'm thinking bodyguard!billie x princess!reader thoughts.......

[sturniololuvz]

Hiii, can you make a story we’re little sister is obsessed with Billie eilish? I need this story in my life bc I also loveee Billie!🫶🏼

lolllll, SHES SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I NEED HERRRDR😩😫

“Obsessed”

Sturniolos x sister

Y/N sat on the couch, fully immersed in her phone, Billie Eilish blasting through her headphones. Her entire TikTok ‘For You’ page was just Billie edits, concert clips, and fan theories. She had posters on her walls, wore oversized hoodies that gave Billie vibes, and had every piece of merch possible.

Chris walked into the room first, raising an eyebrow when he saw her scrolling. “Let me guess… Billie Eilish again?” he teased.

Without looking up, Y/N responded, “Duh.”

Nick and Matt soon joined in, plopping down next to her. “Dude, I swear you’ve watched that same Billie interview like ten times,” Matt pointed out.

“Because it’s a good interview,” Y/N shot back, rolling her eyes.

Nick smirked. “You literally act like if Billie walked in here right now, you wouldn’t pass out.”

“I wouldn’t,” Y/N said confidently.

Chris scoffed. “Bro, you would actually stop breathing.”

“False.”

Matt pulled out his phone. “Alright, let’s test this.” He suddenly played a random video of Billie saying, ‘Hi, I’m Billie Eilish,’ and shoved it in Y/N’s face.

Instantly, she gasped dramatically and grabbed the phone. “Oh my God, she’s so pretty, STOP.”

The boys burst out laughing. “Case in point!” Nick said, pointing at her reaction.

Chris shook his head. “Nah, you’re way too obsessed.”

Y/N grinned. “And proud.”

Nick groaned. “You need help.”

“I need Billie tickets,” she corrected.

The triplets all groaned at the same time. They knew that this obsession wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

[stonerfromlesbos]

it was a bad idea! | b.e

summary: what could go wrong when you ask your girlfriend to come over in the middle of the night? well, a lot of things… specially when no one knows that you two are dating.

warnings: rought make out session, pet names, mentions of sex (breast sucking, oral, grinding), masturbation, !switch but mostly dom billie, !switch reader, choking.

— 1am, in your bedroom.

You honestly didn’t recognized yourself in that moment… you were a few minutes ago, just seeing cute photos of you and your girlfriend. But in the moment when you played that video, you just shoved your hand into your lacy black panties. You could remember that day pretty well, every. fucking. thing.

Billie was with her now healed nipple piercings, and you were just on her lap… sucking on them like you needed it to survive, like you would die if you didn’t let hickeys all over her chest. It just turned you on so fucking much, you sucking on her tits while griding on her clothed thigh. After that, she made you knee on the ground and suck her clit, while she recorded your puppy eyes looking up at her… you would do anything she fucking asked you to.

You needed her, so fucking bad. So you decided to do something risky… You knew all your brothers were home, but if they’re asleep, no one would know right? Thats what you though before calling your fucking famous girlfriend. After a few tries, she picked up.

“babe? are u okay?” she said with a sleepy voice, it was obvious that she just woke up with your calls.

“bills.. mhm, i fucking need you babe.” you said in a needy voice, moaning softly.

“don’t fucking do that.” she says getting pissed, realizing what you were doing.

“why bills…?” you try to question between little moans and gasps.

“im coming over, stop fucking touching yourself or i won’t let you fucking cum, understood?” she says in a serious tone, as you could hear she getting up and taking her car keys.

“okay.. just hurry up please..” you say as she hang up, in less than 5 minutes, you heard an knock in your window.. billie was fucking climbed a tree just to get in your roof.

“billie?! wft?? you know that you could use the front door? everyone is asleep rn.” you say as you open the window for her to come in.

“and you know i like the risky feeling… don’t you babe?” she says as she walks towards you, quickly grabbing your chin and leadind you to the bed. “you have absolute no idea of the things i thought when i was driving.. babydoll.”

“what have you thought bills?” you said in that classic soft voice of yours, the one billie liked the most.

“of you fucking touching yourself.” she says in an raspy voice. “did you cum, huh?” she says in a demanding tone.

“no.. i was waiting for you bills.” you said as she sits on the bed and proceeds to put you on her lap, straddling her sides.

“good.” she replies as she pulls you into an kiss, an needy, but passionate kiss. She just wanted to taste you, to explore your mouth with her tongue, and all your body with her hands.

She was grabbing your waist so hard, you could clearly tell how turned on she was. She quickly grabbed your neck and gave it an gentle squeeze as the kiss continues. Your fingers digged into her hair while she squeezed your neck with one hand, and your tits with the other.

Quickly you two broke the kiss to breath a bit, but billie didn’t waste anytime. Now she was with one hand on your ass, and the other on your waist.. while she was kissing and sucking your neck like she was an fucking vampire.

Both of you were too into it to realize how loud you were being.. The only thing that you heard was your brother, nic sturniolo, opening the door..

“sis, is everything fine? bc i heard some noise- oh.” he just froze, looking at you on top of billie, almost grinding on her as she fucking squezeed your ass and sucked on your neck.. he just shut the door as harsh as he could.

You quickly jumped off her lap, clearly terrified. As she turned to look at you.. search for anything in response of what just happened. You just said…

“billie.. that was an fucking bad ideia.”

HII GUYSS, hope you like this onee, i think i took it a little too far but i fw so much with the ideia of billie having nipple piercings😭😭 reminder: english isnt my first language, so im sorry if theres some grammar/spealling mistakes. THANK YOU FOR THE ANON WHO REQUESTED AND LOVE YALL MY HOMIES🫂

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FABLE AND TRUTH. | billie eilish.

୧ ‧₊˚ love was the law & religion was taught.... ↳ summary: you had always been raised on being poise, feminine, classy. but what was most important to your family was your religion— and it had embroidered itself into your daily life. but when it’s time to pick between feelings and faith, which will you choose? pairings & aus. billie eilish x fem!reader warnings. religious backgrounds & guilt | mature language | sexual content | substance use author's note. here's a series i've been working onnnn !! so excited to share this with you, it's def a way for me to also open up about my own issues and provide comfort to those who struggle with the same things, so enjoy !!! first part comes out dec 31 2024 <3

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iii. chapter two

iiii. chapter three

v. chapter four

v. chapter five

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lunch; b.eilish .˚₊✩ part seven ✩₊˚.

it's a craving not a crush

part six

If there's one thing Billie knew for certain, it was that she loved every second she got to spend with you. When she came over last night, she hadn't expected to stay longer than a few hours. Definitely planned on being home for the night. Totally didn't care that she spent it with you instead.

How many hours had it been since she stepped foot through your door? It'd felt like an eternity. An eternity of drifting through space, bodies intwined. An eternity that stretched over the course of one night and one glorious morning. Bodies sweating. Breathing heavy.

"I'm going to shower," you stated in a low voice. Billie was lying next to you. Watching the way your chest rose and fell, trying to control your breathing. She marveled at your beauty. She'd always been in awe, but there was something about your swollen parted lips gasping for air that stirred something in her. Maybe it was the fact that she'd done that. That she was the reason for literally taking your breath away.

Pushing the covers off your body, you slipped out of bed searching for your shirt on the floor. When you couldn't find it, you settled for hers, slipping it over your head tugging at it until it covered enough. Billie's heart was racing. How was it possible that something so mundane like you wearing her t-shirt, which you'd done plenty of times before, was driving her absolutely wild? She wanted to bite your pillow and smother her face in your lingering scent.

"Are you joining?" you asked glancing at her with a small smirk. Billie's lips parted, eyes blinking and processing. Shower? Together? You wanted her to shower with you? You. You were inviting her-

When you raised your brow and turned, she scrambled to her feet. Pulling the tangled blanket off of her body. Feet planted on the floor slightly wobbly from the reoccurring events. She followed you like a lost puppy into the bathroom. The door closing and shutting your bodies in a whirlwind of possibilities.

There was something so intimate about your bodies huddled in the shower trying to find comfort in the warmth of the trickling water. Switching places every few seconds, bodies brushing and tingling like you hadn't just spent hours giving your bodies up for pleasure.

"Can you-" you handed her the scrub motioning to your back before turning. Billie nodded. Her hand was shaking as she ran it along your back. It was like she was seeing you with new eyes. Suddenly the touch of your skin under her fingertips as she held your shoulder was intimidating. The way you breathed and sighed contently as she focused on your shoulder blades sent her into a spiral.

"Is that good?" she asked softly and you nodded in response turning to look at her. When your eyes met, she felt a spark flash between your bodies. The look on your face was soft. Your smile small and sweet as you grabbed the scrub from her hand; your fingers brushing. The two of you staring at the place where they linked like you hadn't committed acts that were too unholy for friends before.

Then your eyes met again and all the pieces were falling into place for her. Her fingers absentmindedly linked with yours. The scrub fell between your bodies as she cupped your face, lips touching ever so slightly in the mist of the water.

Your lips were cold, but tender. So tenderly soft against her own. Sweet. So sugary sweet she'd crash after this sugar high, but she didn't care. She craved your taste. She loved the way your lips molded with hers so perfectly. Like you were handcrafted just for her.

Maybe it was just the infatuation. You were teaching her how to be with a woman. Something she'd never experienced. She knew it was something that would alter her brain chemistry. It wasn't just the "experience". She was feeling it in her heart. You were intertwining yourself so deep in the fabric of her being it was impossible to go a day without seeing you. Without wanting to be near you.

You winced when your back give the cold wall, but she felt you instantly warm up to her touch as you guided her down your body. She hooked your leg over her shoulder. The water hit the side of her body as she buried her face between your legs. Her tongue peeking through her teeth, parting your lips. A soft moan escaped your body as you rested your hand on her head.

She worked her tongue in the exact ways she'd meticulously memorized. The way you'd flicked. The way you'd rotated and lapped bringing her closer and closer to her untimely demise. She was weak in comparison. Not lasting more than a few minutes each time, but you.. you'd once told her that holding it was a lot pleasurable and made the orgasm stronger. She could tell that's what you were doing.

Clenching around her fingers. They curled in your pussy, pushing on your spongy walls as you quivered and whimpered biting on your lower lip. Billie had heard plenty of moans. All of them artificial. None of them comparable to yours. Yours were raw. Full of emotion. She could tell exactly what you were feeling from the pitch and inflection of your voice. It was crystal clear.

"Stop," you cried pushing her head away. Fingers digging into her scalp. It'd all been clear except that. Why did you stop her? She looked up at you with confusion. You were breathing heavy, head leaned back on the wall. You pulled your leg down gently, wincing and inhaling as you pushed your body off the wall. Billie stood cupping your neck searching your face before kissing you softly. You indulged gripping her arms.

"We should finish showering," you whispered, clearing your throat and pulling away first. Billie's eyes remained closed. Lips still numb from your taste. She nodded slowly as you stepped away and into the water. The droplets coating your skin still so confused and dazed. When you switched, she scrubbed her hair as if she were scrubbing away the memories of every time you'd kissed. Every time your bodies were tangled. Scrubbing away the intimacy of this moment.

You were the first to step out of the shower leaving her trapped with the steam and the thoughts in her head. Every last one stained by you. There were traces of you in every corner of her brain. The lyrics to the song she'd been working on were jumbled. It was you. Of course, every last little word was about you.

It hadn't been clear until you stepped out leaving her alone for the first time in hours and her heart already missed you so fondly. Yes, her body craved your touch, but her heart yearned for you affection. Affection that seemed to have escalated from pure friendship to something else. What else? She couldn't decipher it yet.

When she walked into your room, drying her hair messily with your towel, you were already dressed.

"Where are we going?" she asked wrapping the towel around her shoulders before sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes glancing around the room trying to find the rest of her clothes. The only thing on her body was the shirt you'd taken to the bathroom with you earlier.

"Oh," you exhaled looking at her through the mirror. She was leaning back holding her body up by her arm as she looked at your curiously.

"Um- it's super last minute and I wasn't sure if you wanted to hang out for the rest of the day, but remember that girl I was talking to a while ago?" you were rambling. Talking quickly almost as if you were hoping she'd miss half of the words you were saying. For what reason, she wasn't quick sure. You were usually straight forward and never shied away from honestly.

Billie tried hard to remain composed. Expressionless as she watched you fumble with the bottom of your shirt, smoothing it over nervously.

"I'm gonna meet up with her. You can stay-" you moved forward motioning to the room. She scoffed, getting up from the bed desperately searching for her pants. She scurried as you rambled on about it being last minute and how you hadn't seen her in so long completely missing the fact that she'd made you cry weeks ago and Billie was the one there to pick up the pieces.

"No. I need to go any way. Finn is waiting for me-" she mumbled finally spotting her pants with relief. She pulled them up haphazardly almost tripping as she buttoned them. The towel fell from her shoulders, wet hair clinging to her neck and her shoulders dampening her shirt. Her chest felt tight, but she wasn't going to let you see her like this.

The fucking contract. You'd made a fucking contract that strictly forbad her from falling in love and if this wasn't love then why did it feel like a ton of bricks just fell on her chest? Why did it feel like she'd been punched in the gut when you told her you were seeing someone else? Not just seeing someone else, you were leaving her for someone else.

"I'll text you," she heard you croak as she grabbed her phone and raised her hand in a 'see ya later' motion. She rushed down the hall and out of the house like it was about to catch on fire and she only had seconds to escape. The only thing on fire was her throat as she felt the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. It stung.

When she slammed the door shut to her car, she glanced at the passenger seat. The black velveteen box almost blended with the car seat apart from the pink bow so neat. So pure and harmless. She'd almost forgotten all about it. Forgotten that she'd also come last night with the intention of surprising you, but instead you'd surprised each other with a night and morning of endless pleasure.

Clearing her throat, she messily wiped her tears bringing her hands down her cheeks harshly as she sniffled and turned on the engine.

Where did you go from here? She wasn't entirely sure.

Except maybe a whole new contract. One that forbad spending the night.

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Billie Eilish

LUNCH ❤✨‼  Ch.2 » Ch.3 »  Ch.4 » Ch.5 » Ch.6

you need a seat? i’ll volunteer ❤

Renee Rapp

Renee x Towa Headcanons ❤

Towa Bird

Julien Baker

childhood friends to lovers ⭐❤

Ruby Cruz

backstage!ruby headcanons ❤⭐

Sydney Novak

Kit Tanthalos

Hazel Callahan

first day at fight club ❤

fucking hazel before fight club ✨⭐

fucking hazel after fight club ✨⭐

stars between us » ch.2 » ch.3 » ch.4 » ch.5 » ch.6 » ch.7 » ch.8 » epilogue ❤✨⭐‼

being fucked by hazel ✨⭐

brother's best friend!hazel fucking you (coming soon)

Ellie Williams

fucking ellie so good her legs shake ✨⭐

14 y.o ellie comforting you while you’re insecure ❤⭐

lovergirl!ellie headcanons ❤⭐

loser!ellie learning to finger ✨⭐

ellie spanking reader playfully ⭐

ellie trying to play it cool but failing headcanons ❤⭐

Abby Anderson

Casey Gardner

fake dating with casey (coming soon)

Robin Buckley

Rhayenera Targaryen

Alicent Hightower