#billie eilish x reader

[karaeilishh]

ᝰ.ᐟ grip b. eilish

"billie, billie!" you grip a fistful of her blonde hair tighter, already tangled from your grip. your nails scratched at her scalp while her tongue was buried in your pussy. you don't remember how many times you've come on her face, but she was too insatiable today.

knees on either side of her head, you can barely feel your legs anymore. just her mouth fucking your pussy perfectly. it was so much and so little at the same time, your head was literally exploding. "i-i can't take this anymore.." your free hand grips the headboard tighter as you try to keep your balance.

"one more time, you can do it." she breaks away from you for a second, sucking with renewed vigor on the sensitive bundle of nerves and moans into your flesh. vibrations. you tug at her hair, not knowing if you're trying to pull her closer or push her away.

her hands grip your hips tightly, you feel her long sharp nails digging into your soft skin. fuck, it hurt so much, but it felt so good

billie couldn't control herself as your body started shaking harder and you fell apart on her tongue once again, covering her lips, her chin, the entire lower half of her face with another portion of cum. and her face had never looked so pleased

you fall onto the bed, breathing heavily. your chest rises, and you don't even notice how she ends up between your legs again. she runs her fingertips along the inside of your thigh, causing an instant reaction from your body. you whine when you feel her breath on your pussy. "billie, i can't take it anymore, i really can't.."

she runs her tongue along your slit, making you lift your hips and only press yourself harder against her face, which only makes things worse. "you know the safe word" she waits a few seconds, waiting for you to say it, but you just bite your bottom lip, looking into her lustful eyes. "i knew it"

"now shut up and take everything i give you like a good girl"

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[xoluvx]

love at first sight; b.eilish 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

there was something so peaceful about walking through the vacant lot; the only company being the trees that engulfed your body like your favorite blanket. it smelt like your childhood; of long walks winding through the trees trying to find the perfect one to take home. they all begged to fulfill their purpose. whispering in your ear to take them home. the familiar feeling of the crisp air on your cheeks brought forth a wave of nostalgia that hit you every year as you wandered alone.

then from a distance it was like love at first sight. you spotted the one you wanted. the perfect size, shape, color. content filled your heart. when you saw it, you just felt it in your heart. that was the one. you beamed digging your hands into the pockets of your jacket walking to the tree. your cold hand unfurled from its warm haven touching the needles. head tilting up to trace the top of the tree. almost two feet taller and no more than arm's length. it really was perfect.

"oh?" you exclaimed feeling something brush your hand followed by the soft sniffling of a dog at your feet. you looked down at the creature so innocently sitting at the command of its owner who peaked from behind the tree. your tree. the owner of the same hand that'd brushed against yours just a few seconds earlier. it was clear she hadn't noticed you the first time around only realizing you were there when her dog showed interest.

"hi," her smile was friendly as she caressed a tree branch before glancing at it adoringly like she was so set on taking it home when you had clearly claimed it as your own with only so many words. well, with no words but it was yours. you'd been standing near it. you'd claimed it in your heart and there was no way you were leaving without it.

"you're getting a little too attached to my tree," you teased not acknowledging her greeting. her dog was full on smelling your leg now and her face had now turned into one of confusion.

"your tree?" she scoffed. the friendly demeanor now playful as she pursed her lips while leaning into the tree.

"yeah. my tree." you said pointing to yourself almost wanting to lift the tree from its spot, carry it to your car, and speed off without a memory of the beautiful stranger. if only you were so strong. if you were being honest with yourself, you probably couldn't even lift her dog from the ground and that was saying a lot. the dark haired girl's brows furrowed with confusion as she pulled on her dog's leash bringing him closer noticing you glancing down at him.

"says who?" her voice playful. your shoulders relaxed when you noticed the small smile creep on her face as she crouched down. you watched her delicate fingers pet the dog. the fairies on her hand danced along his fur as he licked her chin causing her to topple over. you couldn't help but giggle as she landed with a thud. watching her huff before getting up quickly. dusting her pants before making eye contact. you noticed the way her eyes sparkled; such a deep blue you could drown in them if you weren't careful. the way her lips curled was memorizing and you were simply enchanted by her beauty.

"says me," you finally replied clearing your throat feeling your face flush with embarrassment. embarrassed that you were so obviously staring; taking her in. from the color of her eyes, the crinkle of her nose, to her freckles clearly enhanced by the chill air, and the rosy tone of her lips. you bit the inside of your cheek nervously as she stared at you with the same look in her eyes. an adoring look. a look that asked questions like 'who are you?' and 'what are the odds i'd meet you here?'.

"i'll let you have it-" she smiled softly "-if i can get visitation rights," she added crinkling her nose and squinting before smiling that smile that'd already made you melt in the middle of a cold winter. you bit your lip. feeling the heat rush to your face as your fingers hung close to the branch where her hand rested. fingertips brushing so timidly. sparks and warmth shooting through your body. spreading so cozily through your body as you stared into her eyes. it was happening. you were drowning.

the tree wasn't the only thing you wanted to take home and it certainly wasn't the only thing you'd fallen in love with that morning.

[billiesgoodgirll]

you’re camrea roll if you were billies girlfriend ! ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

i love making these so so so much <3

[vi-steponmeplease]

YOU'RE LOSING ME

pairings - overwhelmed!billie x caring!reader

genre - angst, fluff near the end

synopsis: billie returns from a week-long trip to korea, leading to an intense argument that threatens your relationship.

tw: slight emotional abuse, relationship conflict, reader and billie are in an established relationship, billie calls reader clingy

word count: 2.7K

and the air is thick with loss and indecision i know my pain is such an imposition

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i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier

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As the first rays of sunlight stream through the curtains, you slowly open your eyes, your vision blurry for a few seconds as you gaze out the window. Extending your arm, you touch the empty spot on the sheets beside you—cold and untouched.

Your girlfriend Billie has been in Korea for what feels like forever, though it’s only been a week. Her long-awaited album just dropped, and she’s been consumed with interviews and appearances. She hasn’t been responding to your texts much, leaving you feeling lonely. Still, you remind yourself how hard she’s working and try not to let it bother you too much.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you shuffle to the bathroom, turning on the tap to run a warm bath. Back in your room, you grab the hoodie Billie gave you before she left. Her signature scent still lingers, drawing a small, bittersweet smile to your face as your chest tightens with longing. You slip it on over matching sweatpants, preparing for a strawberry-scented bath to shake off the ache of missing her.

Today’s the day Billie finally comes home. The thought brings a flicker of excitement, breaking through the gloom of the past week. You've been counting down the hours, longing for the moment you'd see her walk through the door, ready to wrap her in your arms. You’d planned everything—dinner, her favorite movie, and the kind of quiet, comforting night you know she loves.

You’ve spent the whole morning searching Instagram for recipes, carefully selecting her favorites. After your bath, you tie your hair up into a ponytail and get to work, letting the rhythmic hum of a Clairo playlist fill the air.

Two hours pass, and you’ve prepared mashed potatoes, a fresh salad, and a pot of pasta with vegan meatballs. The table is set, the living room prepared, and her favorite movie is paused on the TV.

At about 6 PM, the sound of keys jangling at the door makes your heart leap as you set two plates on the coffee table. You rush to greet her, a bright smile on your face as the door swings open. There she is—Billie, standing with her luggage in hand, looking as stunning as ever.

“Hey,” she says, her voice soft but distant, her expression tired.

“Hi, baby,” you reply warmly. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she says, forcing a small smile. But there’s no hug, no kiss, no affectionate greeting. Your stomach knots at the coldness in her demeanor.

“How was your trip?”

“Busy. Lots of interviews.” Her tone is flat, almost disinterested as she runs a hand through her black hair.

“I made you dinner,” you say, stepping aside to reveal the table you’d prepared. The sight of her favorite dishes and the movie queued up for the night should’ve brought a smile to her face, but instead, she sighs, rubbing her forehead.

“That’s great, baby, but I think I’ll pass.”

Your smile falters, but you quickly push aside the sting, which is instantly overpowered by your care. Checking on her is one of your priorities, and you know her well. You two have been together for a year and a half, so by now, you can immediately tell when something's wrong. “Are you okay? You seem... off.”

“I’m just tired,” Billie mutters, avoiding your gaze.

“Well, we can relax on the couch, eat something, watch the movie—”

“I wanna be alone, Y/N,” she interrupts sharply. Her tone cuts through you, the weight of her words hitting harder than you expect. “You’re going to want to cuddle and... I’m just not in the mood.”

“Oh.” The hurt threatens to spill over, but you swallow it down. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t do that,” she snaps, crossing her arms as her piercing gaze meets your confused expression. “Don’t guilt-trip me like this.”

“I’m not trying to guilt-trip you,” you reply softly. “I just—”

“Just drop it, okay?” she says firmly.

You hesitate, but something inside you refuses to let it go. “Okay, no. You don’t get to treat me like this after I’ve spent all day trying to make things nice for you. I know you’re tired, but that doesn’t mean you can push me away.”

“I didn’t ask you to do any of this,” Billie says, gesturing dismissively at the table. “You’re the one who went overboard.”

“Because I care about you,” you argue, stepping closer. “Because I wanted to make you feel better after a long week. All I wanted was to spend some time together, but apparently, that’s too much to ask.”

Billie’s eyes narrow. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” You throw your hands up in frustration. “You’ve barely answered my texts, you’ve been distant all week, and now you’re acting like I’m the problem for wanting to spend time with my girlfriend.”

You almost can't recognize the person in front of you. Is this why she'd been so cold lately? Usually, after long trips like this, she'd get extremely clingy, refusing to leave your side while repeatedly claiming how much she'd missed you and peppering your face with a billion kisses.

"I've been busy, Y/N. You can't expect me to be on my phone 24/7," she argues, a frustrated groan slipping out. "What, are you gonna strangle me for doing my job?"

"Billie," you resolutely call out as you cross your arms defensively. "When have I ever not been understanding to your circumstances? I know how hard you work, and I know your job means you gotta travel around the world. And I've always been okay with that."

She lets out a dry laugh, her tone dripping with exasperation. "So, why are you acting so goddamn needy right now?"

The word hits like a slap. She knows how much that word cuts you, how deeply it taps into your insecurities.

"Why are you being so unbearable right now?" you retort, matching the volume of her tone. Not yelling, but not calm either.

"Just stop it. You're making a big deal out of nothing—"

"No, I'm not. Stop trying to make me sound crazy."

You make your way to the kitchen and grab a glass cup from the dish rack, filling it up with cold water before taking a sip. Your throat had begun to to run dry since you haven't eaten or had anything to drink all day. "You could've been nicer about it. Why are you acting surprised and attacking me for wanting to spend time with you after a week apart?"

billie follows you and leans against the counter, feigning indifference as you stare at her from the other side of the kitchen, your eyes scorching with fury. "A week's not that long."

You scoff after setting the cup on the counter in front of you. "Yeah, says you who literally couldn't wait for me to come home after I slept over at my sister's house for two days."

"That's different." She rolls her eyes and prods her tongue against the inside of her cheek. The audacity leaves you speechless for a second before you regain your composure.

"What changed?" You shake your head in disbelief as you replay the memories of the sweet nothings she would whisper in your ear after being gone for so long. Whether she'd be gone on tour for a month, or if she'd just go visit her parents and Finneas for the weekend, she'd always return to you. "Why are you acting so weird?"

Billie lets out a pained sigh as she shuts her eyes tightly, hoping this moment would just disappear. This is the first time you've seen her show a single emotion other than apathy the whole time she's been back. "I think..." she trails off, not knowing how to correctly word the sentence on the tip of her tongue.

"You think what?" you ask, growing a little impatient as you watch her part her lips again.

"I can’t do this anymore,” she says, the words spilling out like venom. “I think we need a break.”

Your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. "What the fuck?"

Rounding the corner of the counter, you gently reach out to hold her hands, but she withdraws herself and steps further away. The room seems to tilt as her words sink in. "Where the hell is this coming from?"

“I just... I can’t be in a relationship right now. It’s too much.”

Your voice breaks as tears blur your vision. “Billie, please. We can figure this out—”

“It’s not up to you,” she says, her tone colder than you’ve ever heard it.

“Don’t do this,” you plead. Never in a million years did you picture tonight ending this way, with you practically begging her to take you back.

She steps back, shaking her head, her emotionless blue orbs meet yours, damp and red. “I need space.”

"If you just listened when I told you to leave me alone earlier, this wouldn't be happening right now." Billie's voice rises, although she's never yelled at you before. Every time you two would argue, she'd still try her best to steer clear of doing or saying anything she might regret afterwards.

"Don't you fucking blame me," you yell back, your knuckles turning white as you tighten your grip on the edge of the counter. "I just wanted to spend the night with my girlfriend after being away from each other for so long. You're the one who—"

She lets out another humorless chuckle as she steps forward, leaning closer until your faces are mere inches apart. "Say one more fucking word and I'm never coming home again." She watches your furious expression falter as your eyebrows scrunch together, a crease forming in your forehead. You remain silent and that's when she pulls back. "That's what I fucking thought."

You lower your gaze as she moves out of your view, striding towards your shared bedroom. All you hear is the sound of her footsteps padding across the ceramic floor tiles and trailing further from where you helplessly stand, before you hear the door slam. The sound reverberates through the house, leaving you frozen in place.

Your reticence lingers for a few minutes, almost as if you're too afraid to utter a single word or she'd walk out on you. A quiet sob escapes your lips when your legs give out and you slump onto a stool, burying your face in your hands as the tears finally fall.

The food's cold. It's all you can think about.

The food you spent all of last night planning out, and most of today to make. It's cold. Untouched.

Her words from earlier hit you like cinder blocks. The weight of each sentence uttered makes your heart sink further into your chest as if it's been attached to an anchor.

Questions flood your mind, each one heavier than the last. What went wrong? Was it something you did? How long has she felt this way?

You sit there for hours, drowning in your thoughts, wondering if she’s lying awake like you are, or if she’s already moved on—emotionally gone from what once felt unbreakable.

This isn't something she'd ever normally do. Billie's the most gentle person, especially with you. She'd never do anything to hurt you.

Hues of red and orange begin to spill through the living room window, painting the walls with soft, warm light. You take a shaky breath, turning your head to the window. The sunrise is breathtakingly beautiful—an ironic contrast to the emotional storm you've just endured through one of the worst nights of your life.

You sniffle quietly, wiping away the lingering tears with the back of your hand, your lips trembling from the strain of holding back sobs.

In the bedroom, Billie sits on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to her chest as she stares blankly at the wall. The faint light of the bedside lamp reflects the glimmer of dried tears streaked across her cheeks. She hadn’t bothered to turn it off, too lost in her own thoughts. Her lips are pressed into a remorseful line, her usual confidence replaced with raw guilt. She knows she messed up—knows she acted ungrateful when all you wanted was her.

A heavy sigh escapes her as she swings her legs over the side of the bed, forcing herself to get up. Thirst claws at her throat, but so does the anxiety of facing you. Deep down, she half-expects you to be gone by now—out of the house and her life for good after everything she said. But as she shuffles into the living room, Billie’s breath catches when she sees you still there, perched on the same stool by the counter where she’d left you hours ago.

Her stomach twists as she takes in your figure: slouched shoulders, tired eyes, and the faint, broken sniffles that fill the otherwise silent space. Each sound cuts deeper into her chest. She hesitates for a moment, her hand twitching as she reaches out, wanting to comfort you, but unsure if she even deserves to. Slowly, she steps closer, finally giving in to the ache in her heart.

Tentatively, Billie wraps her arms around you from behind. You flinch slightly, startled by the touch, a quiet gasp escaping your lips. It's the last thing you expected.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby. You have no idea,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. Her grip tightens as though afraid you might slip away. “I don’t know what got into me last night. I never should’ve yelled at you or called you needy. You just wanted to be with me, and I—I was awful. I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for what I did.”

Your chest heaves, struggling to regulate your breathing. You can’t bring yourself to speak, the lump in your throat too heavy. After a long beat of silence, Billie pulls back slightly, moving to face you. Gently, she tilts your chin up, her heart sinking when she sees the toll her words took on you—your puffy, tear-streaked face, trembling lips, and bloodshot eyes.

Her hands cup your cheeks, her thumbs brushing away the dampness. “I did this to you,” she says, her voice barely audible, as if scolding herself. “I made you cry.”

“Was I… too much?” you croak, your voice cracking. The question hangs in the air, fragile and weighted with insecurity. “Too clingy?”

Billie’s brows knit tightly, and she shakes her head vehemently. “No. Never. You’re never too much, love. I’m so sorry.” She rests her forehead against yours, her voice soft but firm. “I’ll never lash out at you like that again. I promise.”

“It’s seven,” you whisper hoarsely, your voice still trembling.

Her eyes widen slightly. “You spent all night here crying?”

You nod wordlessly, and she exhales shakily, guilt washing over her anew. Without hesitation, Billie takes your hands, guiding you off the stool. “Come on,” she murmurs gently, leading you back toward the bedroom. As the door shuts softly behind you, she repeats, “I’m so sorry.”

You chuckle faintly, the sound raw and tired. “You’ve said that a billion times.”

“And I’ll say it a trillion more if that’s what it takes,” she replies, her lips curving into a soft smile as she wraps her arms securely around your waist. Her tone grows tender. “I love you. You’re never, ever too much for me.”

The warmth of her words soothes your aching heart, though the memory of the night still lingers. “You said you wanted a break,” you remind her, your voice a fragile whisper.

“I don’t,” she says quickly, her gaze earnest. “I was overwhelmed and stressed with everything. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. That’s on me.” Her fingers gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her touch featherlight. “But I don’t want a break. I want you. I'm sor—"

You shake your head, letting out a fragile laugh. “If you apologize again, I swear—”

Billie cuts you off with a soft, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of regret and love into the moment. Your hands instinctively move to her shoulders, pulling her closer, grounding yourself in her warmth.

When she finally pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours, her blue eyes shining with affection and sincerity. “Let’s get some sleep, baby,” she whispers, her voice like a balm to your soul.

And for the first time that night, you feel the weight on your chest begin to lift.

[l-starsz]

G!p Billie smut

Where Maggie in on them and the reader id to embarrassed to go out afterward and when billie convinces the reader to and Claudia and finn tease them.

Thx pookie 🥰🥰

a/n: sorry this took so long to write🥲

billie and i were laying in bed together, watching a movie. i was between her legs, my back resting against her front as she carefully ran her fingers through my hair. this had been going on for a while, her short nails slightly scratching at my scalp every so often. after a little while, billie must've got bored, i felt her hands move to rest on my waist for a little bit, and then went slowly to my thighs. i took in a deep breath when her thumbs lightly brushed over my inner thighs.

the pyjama shorts i had on were short enough for her hands to be right near where i needed her touch. all she had to do was move my shorts and underwear aside, and i was really hoping she would. but she didn't. her hands just stayed in place. i let it slide at first, but the longer we were just sitting there, the more frustrated i was getting. eventually, i'd had enough. i slightly arched my back so that i was pressed closer to her, and then whined. she giggled at me before moving to kiss my neck.

"what is it angel? why you being whiney with me huh? use your words like a good girl, and stop whining." she mumbled against me.

"don't tease me please. i need you. i need you so bad billie!" i was still being whiney.

"see, i'm gonna keep teasing if you don't listen to me. i told you to stop whining baby." she was stern with her words, and her hand moved to cup my pussy, "now tell me what's up. what do you need?"

"please touch me bil. i need you. only you. touch me, fuck me! anything just please!"

i felt her getting hard against my back which just made me hornier. i didn't even have to look at her face to know that she was smirking. she moved my shorts and underwear to the side, running two fingers through my folds to find out how wet i was. i was soaked.

"this wet already baby?"

i nodded as she moved her fingers up to my mouth.

"suck. now."

my mouth immediately opened for her, taking her fingers in as i practically moaned at the taste of myself. once i'd sucked her fingers clean, she took them out and moved me off her, laying me down on the bed. she was quick to pull my shorts off, leaving me in my underwear for just a second, before they were also ripped off my body. i was almost dripping onto the bed. her eyes widended as she pushed my legs apart and actually saw how soaked i was. it was one thing feeling it. it was another thing seeing it. i was making a mess all over myself.

"please billie.. fuck me please."

"that's it baby. good girl for using your words."

i almost didn't notice her pulling her joggers and boxers off, but i definitely noticed when her tip was running through my folds, just as her fingers had done earlier. a small whimper left my mouth as she started to carefully push into me. she was slow and gentle, making sure she didn't hurt me. i felt my walls stretch out as she was completely inside of me. i clenched around her and threw my head back when she started moving. my eyes were shut tight when she sped up. a moan managed to escape my lips.

"shhh angel. quiet for me, don't want anyone hearing huh?"

"nuh uh." i shook my head, too bothered about the pleasure.

i grasped the sheets and let out small whines. i was trying so hard to be quiet. just as billie sped up again, which i didn't think was possible by the way, i heard the door open. and then maggies voice.

"hey girls, i was just wondering if-"

as soon as she noticed what we were doing, the door immediately slammed shut. i carefully pushed billie away from me. she slowly pulled out of me as i covered my face in embarrassment. she moved closer to me and pulled my hands away, giggling. she pressed gentle kisses over my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and then my lips.

"that's so embarrassing bil stoppp." i whined.

"it's okay love. don't panic about it, it's fine." she was still laughing, "can i at least finish us both off? i know how bad you wanted this baby."

"i'm too embarrassed." i groaned.

"you sureeee?"

"fineee i still need you." i whispered.

she quickly pushed back inside me, hitting just the right place to almost make me scream. i was already sensitive from before, so it wasn't long until i was clenching around her and finishing. my cum ran down onto the bed as i closed my eyes.

"that's it baby. good girl. i'm so proud of you" she whispered, placing a soft kiss on my lips as she slowed her pace when she came too.

i reached out my arms for her and pulled her on top of me. her head buried in my neck as we just laid there for a little bit before she sat up.

"can i pull out angel?"

i nodded as she slowly pulled out of me, causing me to whine a little, but she made sure she wasn't hurting me and made sure to comfort me. we both got up, although i needed billie to help me, and we had a quick shower just to freshen up and make sure we were completely clean. once we got out, we just laid in bed enjoying eachother company before i whined.

"i'm hungryyy."

"let's go get a snack then, come on." she giggled.

i was very quick to shake my head, "not after what happened! no way."

i closed my eyes and stretched out over her.

"come on love, i'm hungry too. she's not gonna say anything, it'll be okay."

"it's gonna be embarrassing." i shook my head once again.

"come on babyyy, we can be super quick, everything will be alright."

i groaned and got up with her, holding her hand and following close behind her as we made our way to the kitchen. as soon as we walked in, i heard fin and claudia giggle. i just glared at billie.

"shut up!!" she turned to them and then went back to getting us something to eat.

"seems like you two had a nice time." fin mumbled, which made me also glare at him.

they just carried on giggling at us, so i walked out the room and left billie in there with them. when bil walked back into her room with food for the both of us, she gently spoke.

"ignore them baby, they're just trying to annoy us."

"that was so embarrassing." i rolled my eyes and took a bite of the sandwich she'd made me.

[plants-are-fun]

pictures you’d take of billie while dating her (part 3!)

guys i think i started a trend with this 😛

[slut4b1ls]

—UNDER A SPELL

EVA X F!READER

summary: You meet a strange woman on your walk, she invites you over for a tea and things quickly take an unexpected turn..

You were out of the town visiting your aunt, the woman had to go to work early so you decided to explore the area while she was gone. The neighborhood was pretty calm; there was a few neighbors gardening and some children playing outside.

The sudden noise of something falling behind your back interrupted your reflections. You turned around to see a blonde woman whose groceries were laying all around the street. Without hesitation,you rushed to help her with gathering everything from the ground.

"Thank you for helping" the stranger said with a warm smile "I’m Eva. Are you new to the neighborhood? Pretty sure I haven’t seen you around before." As you finished picking up the last of her scattered groceries, you straightened up and met her gaze. “Nice to meet you! I’m just visiting,” you replied.

The woman looked at you, scanning your body. "Oh I see… Well, I have to get going, but maybe you would like to come over for a cup of tea?" She said maintaining eye contact "It’s always nice to meet new people." Without thinking too much, you agreed and the two of you began walking slowly toward Eva’s house.

The way there was pleasant, giving you both time to get to know each other a little bit better. Eva mentioned that she lived in a house with a few other women where they were part of a «self-help group». The idea made you even more interested of Eva’s enigmatic persona. There was something captivating about the way she spoke, something so intimidating about the way she just was..

When you arrived, two women greeted you at the entrance. Following Eva inside, you took a sit at the dining table while she went off to make some tea. As you waited, another woman approached you. Smiling, you answered her questions politely while she settled into the chair next to you. The woman seemed genuinely friendly, explaining that she was a close friend of Eva and lived with her and other girls in the house. Eva returned, carrying two cups of tea. She placed one of them infront of you and took a seat. Finally, after talking for a bit, Eva suggested showing you around the house.

The house looked quite large from the outside and the living room was huge, so you were intrigued to see the rest. Eva led you upstairs, leaving the other woman behind, and began showing you around. She stopped when you got to a certain room, her room. You looked at her confused, smiling she looked down. "This is my room" she said softly "the place where I conduct therapy sessions." You blinked, even more confused now. "You… do therapy?" You asked, your curiosity growing even stronger.

The woman opened the door and conveyed you to come inside. As you entered the room, she quietly closed the door. "Yes I do" she said with a calm voice "Living in a big house with so many women can get… overwhelming. I’m here to «sort everything out» when needed".

“That’s nice,” you said smiling. Her response, however, caught you off guard. "It feels like I’ve known you for a long time" she said, her gaze locking onto yours. "I feel a strong connection between us. Do you feel it too?"

Her words made your heart stop. The way she was looking at you already made your knees weak however the way she formed her sentences was even more intimidating. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. Instead, you stood there in silence, the question hanging heavily in the air between you.

"I know you do baby" she answered herself, moving closer to you, slowly reaching her hand forward to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You are so sweet when you get nervous."

Her presence worked on you like nothing else ever have before. Her eyes worked on you like a hypnosis device she was consciously using on you. The only thing you knew for a certain at that moment was that this was not a great idea; Eva was a stranger you had only met that they.

But there was something about the way she had a hold on you, the way she wrapped you around her finger that made you unable to escape her touch. In fact, you craved it even more with every second.

Eva slowly put a hand on your chin gently tilting your head up. "You look so beautiful when you're like this, completely under my spell." Your gaze slowly went down as you started to get even more nervous. It made you crazy at how slowly it all was moving, you knew the game Eva was playing and couldn’t help but just let it out: "Fuck me…"

You saw the way her eyes glowed. "Oh, but I will do more than that, my dear." Eva smirked as these words left her mouth. She started unbuttoning the shirt she had on, exposing her beige lacy bra. "I will make you feel every inch of desire and love that you could ever imagine, pretty girl."

As Eva’s shirt felt to the floor, she began taking of yours and then smoothly unbuttoned your bra leaving your breasts exposed. "You’re perfect, my love" she said as she leaned into your neck "You know… when I first saw you, I knew there was something special about you".

As Eva finished sucking on your neck she turned you around and bent you over the wooden desk in the room. "Just relax and let me take care of you baby…" she said as she grabbed your waist from behind getting you prepared for what was about to happen.

a/n: Finally!!! I wanted to write a fic with Eva for so long now.. Let me know what you think, because I’m not as satisfied with it, but couldn’t wait no more to post it... Anyway, I love you and hoped you enjoyed😴🤎

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[svnluns]

⋆ drug dealer | inspo : @moralesluvr

It was always at night that y/n would come and see Billie. Billie observed y/n across the street, a flicker of curiosity replaced her usual indifference.

Was it the way y/n’s eyes, tinged with both anticipation and longing, seemed to follow her every move? Or was it the way y/n’s slender fingers clutched the plastic bag holding the drugs, as if they held a piece of Billie herself? Regardless, something about y/n stirred a feeling within Billie that she had never encountered before.

It was a foreign sensation, one that made her question her carefully constructed armor of detachment. I mean, you were just a random client after all, you’ve been buying her drugs for years and your relationship as always been professional.

Billie was thinking about the time when you guys never exchanged yours number with each others as she proposed to to do so she could deliver the drug that y/n’s needed at her place, or that you never came, even when u weren’t in need of any drugs, just to see her.

She was suddenly thinking of you differently.

She was trying to forget about this though and act like everything was normal when she saw y/n approaching.

“Hey” y/n greeted with her usual warmth smile.

“Hey, same as usual?” Billie answered, trying to act nonchalant.

“Yes, weed and a bag of cocaine”

There was some kind of sexual tension between them. Maybe y/n was feeling the same way.

Billie handed her weed and cocaine.

“Thanks baby” y/n said, looking at her straight in the eyes.

This made Billie’s mind go wild, she was sure now that she only wanted her and no one else. She wanted everything of her and she would give her everything.

“Fuck, i forgot my money at home”

“Ah. You’re good don’t worry..” Billie said with a strange look on her face.

“Ah yeah?” was all you could say, u felt like something was about to happen.

“yeah…don’t worry, you can pay me in another way” Billie said with a huge smile.

“how?” y/n answered confused.

“yk..”

“ohh..damn yeah i get it now” y/n said, looking away”

Billie was expecting this reaction at all, but she didn’t minded. She grabbed y/n hands and took her in the house that they owned next to the place were they’re selling drugs.

They entered the first room that they founded, without really caring if anyone was home.

The door closing behind them with a soft click, it was as if a switch had been flipped. The air between them crackled with electricity and desire.

As their lips met, the kiss was fierce and hungry, fueled by the unspoken tension that had been building between them. Y/n pushed Billie against the wall, their bodies molding together in a perfect fit. The room seemed to spin around them, their only anchor to reality being the scorching heat of each other's touch.

Y/n pulled away slightly, their lips hovering just above Billie's. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," they murmured, their voice thick with desire.

Billie's hands wandered downwards, slipping under y/n’s skirt and trailing upwards, slowly tracing along the silky material of her panties. Billie's breath hitched as they did, their touch leaving a trail of fire along her skin.

She reached down, her own fingers sliding under y/n's waistband, her touch tentative but urgent, seeking as much pleasure as they were giving

She inserted two fingers into y/n’s, kissing her harder and pushing her fingers deeper.

“You like that? You’ve been waiting for this for so long so you better. I noticed how you look at me” Billie say, without taking her eyes off y/n.

“yes..I fucking do omg” She couldn’t stop from moaning.

She has been craving Billie for so long.

“Omg fuck, harder please Billie” She say, arching her back, trying to catch her breath.

Billie went harder and inserted another finger.

Y/n was crying of pleasure, her body throbbing, still trying to push herself into billie’s fingers. She didn’t wanted this to stop.

She was moaning more and more, when she finally cummed on Billie’s fingers.

“Opens up” Billie said, so she could make y/n taste herself.

“Don’t forget your money next time” Billie added, kissing y/n one last time.

[moralesluvr]

GANG BABY | billie eilish.

“she told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit.” ft. subtop!billie (blake i love you!)

the bass of a rap song thrums through the club so loud that it rings in your chest, replacing your own heart beat as your eyes fixate on the neon lights that strobe each and every way, illuminating your face and bright silver jewelry as you strutted over to the bar by yourself. you broke off from one of your friends and told her where you were going before you perched over the counter.

“can i get a whiskey sour?”

the bartender adheres to your request with a nod, and you gladly take your drink and take a seat on one of the stools, indulging in some quiet people watching. sure, the club was fun— but all your friends were wasted and off with their significant others, and this was your chance to wind down a little bit and try to enjoy a few moments of peace.

well, emphasis on trying. you have your moment of peace for about five seconds before some guy comes up to your seat at the bar, tapping you on the shoulder lightly and peering down to where his face is next to yours. he’s obviously drunk— and smells of liquor mixed with his disgustingly strong cologne. his grin is sleazy as he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “can i buy you a drink, pretty lady?”

“no, sorry, i don’t drink.” you reply cockily, taking a sip from your whiskey just to prove a point that you want him to leave you alone.

he doesn’t back off, though. they never do.

he leans a little closer to you now, “oh, come on. just a drink is all— i promise i don’t bite, unless you’re into it.”

“i’m not.” you reply harshly, your former smile fading away. you were trying to be nice to him although he was making your skin crawl, but you could tell he wasn’t the type to back down at all.

“you don’t have to be shy.” he speaks, dropping his voice like he thinks it’s sexy. and it isn’t, and you can feel yourself literally gag as he keeps speaking, playing with the rim of his glass, “why are you being so difficult? just let me buy you a drink.”

you can’t really contain your anger much longer. you slam your cup onto the counter and give him fiery eyes, “i know you’re only wanting to buy me a drink so you can drug me or some shit, and get me to have sex with you. look, you’re cool or whatever— but i’m celibate anyways. so leave me the fuck alone.”

he’s seconds away from getting up to holler and scream at you as a rebuttal, before you hear a loud and clearly voice coming from close behind you,

“do you not have ears? get the fuck away from her.”

you turn your head to the side slowly to meet eyes with a pair of ocean blue ones, and your eyebrow raises slightly. it’s billie.

the only thing you knew about her was that she was pretty famous, and had been staring you down in the club ever since you and your girls walked in. you couldn’t say that you didn’t return her looks, though— she was beautiful, and her energy seemed so likable even though you had only shared smiles and quick glances.

she looks casual, resting her elbow on your shoulder as she broke eye contact to look at the weird guy, who now looked timid. she cocked her head to the side at him as a challenge, and his former ‘big and bad’ behavior seemed to subside as his eyes softened.

“who are you?” he asks timidly, and billie kissed her teeth as she gave him a disapproving glare.

“her girlfriend.”

the lie comes out so effortless, and billie’s voice is so even, like she believes what she just said. the guy’s whole face drops and you wished you could take out your phone and snap a picture, because it was priceless. he let out a soft gasp as you shrugged nonchalantly, adding to the lie, “yup. so fuck off, weirdo— i’m a lesbian.”

the guy doesn’t say anything, he just scoffs— looking between the two of you like he doesn’t believe what you just said. but then billie shifts closer to you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek, and that seems to make him uncomfortable— so he mutters something under his breath as he walks off, sinking back into the crowd.

you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and billie lets go of your waist and backs up a bit.

“your girlfriend, huh?” you giggle, raising an eyebrow.

billie steps back, clearly a little shy as she shrugged, thought you could tell she was a little nervous by the way a pink hue dusted her cheeks, “i— well, just looked like you needed help.”

you chuckle, amused by her sudden shift from confident to awkward. she had seemed so bold the whole time you eyed her in the club, and her change in demeanor intrigued you. you flipped your hair to the side and smiled flirtatiously, “and what do you want in return?”

she hesitates, then grins, a flicker of her earlier cockiness returning, “maybe just a dance.”

“bold of you to ask,” you tease, but there’s no bite to your words. you wanna push her, figure her out, make her wonder what her next move is gonna be before she makes it. it’s clear that she’s never talked to someone that’s as bold as you are, because she seemed so much more ‘hard’ from across the club than she is right now.

“i can be bold,” billie murmurs, her voice quieter now, her eyes flickering to yours and then away, like she’s not sure how far she can push now. it’s confusing to you, but kind of entertaining, so you shrug and bite your lip,

“yeah? well prove it.”

her breath catches, but she doesn’t back down. instead, she holds out a hand, waiting for you to take it. and so you oblige.

you let her lead you to the dance floor, the crowd folding outwards around you as the music shifts to something slower, something heavier. the weeknd’s discography is on shuffle as billie’s hands find your waist again, pulling you closer, her touch firmer now but still cautious, her anxiety so very obvious.

“you’re nervous?” you say, but it comes out more like a statement than a question. you kiss your teeth in amusement, leaning in just enough for her to hear you over the music.

“oh, i’m not.” you think she’s lying at first until her ringed hands find the flesh of your ass, her fingers grazing over the exposed skin through your shorts, grasping at it lightly.

you let out a gasp that falls inaudible due to the loud music, but billie can see your jaw drop slightly as she gave you a smirk. her eyes were glossy and hungry for you as she tapped your waist, “something wrong?”

now you looked like a deer in headlights as you shook your head now, your skin hot with half surprise and half arousal as you smiled through your surprise. it was a contest now, almost— who could be more forward, who could push the other harder.

before you could second-guess yourself, you close the gap, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that’s soft but unrelenting. billie freezes for a split second before melting into it, her hands tightening on your waist as she kisses you back with more force than you expected.

her lips are warm, hesitant at first, out of respect. but then she deepens the kiss, a quiet, needy sound escaping her throat that sends a shiver coursing through your nerves, making your skin tingle.

the club's heat feels suffocating now, the bass of music pulsing through your chest as bodies hazily move around you in a blur, billie's hands still gripped onto your waist. she's what's grounding you as people move past left and right, mumbling drunken apologies and trying their best not to spill anything on you.

billie eyes that were once timid and sweet morph into something much sharper, her breaths coming in uneven little gasps, "come on, we're getting the fuck out of here. it's too crowded."

though her voice is airy and light per usual, her directions are commanding, not really leaving you room to disagree or offer a rebuttal.

before you can respond, her hand is sliding down to yours, her fingers intertwining with your own as she leads you through the crowd, and your heart is fucking racing. billie's usual easy confidence has flown out the window, replaced by something much more urgent and primal. it's like a flip switched, and fear laced with a little excitement tugged at your heart.

she looks back at you as the two of you throng through a sea of sweaty and dancing bodies, making sure that you're still following her. and of course you are— how could you not?

when you push the doors open to the club, the cool air outside hits your face quickly like a shock, but billie doesn't stop. her hand squeezes yours tightly as she leads you down the dimly lit street, her silence deafening to you as you follow her lead, almost skipping over your own heeled feet. the thrum of music that sounds from the club fades out slowly as she leads you to her car, opening your door.

she doesn't speak. she just grabs your jaw with a strong, ring-clad hand, giving you a sloppy kiss on your lips, smearing whatever was left of your lipstick before slamming the car door shut, opening her own.

billie cranks the engine and pulls out the parking lot, wheels screeching as she used the palm of her hand to reverse, and you swear that you really could've came right then and there.

she's leaned back a little bit, her loud music shaking the seat beneath you as she mouths some of the lyrics. you watch her movements deliberately— her free hand snapping to the beat, head bopping, lips in a pretty pout— you were practically losing your shit at how hot she was.

and this must've looked so bad on you. going home with some random popstar just because she saved you from some creep— but could anyone really blame you? she was beautiful.

billie almost looks like she could be mad at you from how tight her jaw is clenched, how her knuckles bleed white as the streetlights around you fleet out of your sight, pulling slowly into the driveway. you sneak a look at her and see that she's biting her lip, hard, and the way her jaw ticks and her chest heaves makes you nothing but more anxious.

"billie—" you start, but she cuts you off, her voice firm and strong.

"inside. now."

the command is simple, sending a jolt up and down your spine as you oblige, pushing open your door without a response, because your response was how pathetic your obedience was.

you're scared, if you're being honest. you're usually always in control, molding situations to fit to your liking— you never let anyone else just tell you what to do. but it seemed different now, like the situation was out of your hands. but you kind of liked it.

you waited patiently for billie to unlock the door, and when she does, she's immediately all over you. her hands find your waist, pulling your body against her own as her lips forcefully find yours. it's rough, almost desperate the way she kisses you, her teeth grazing your bottom lip seductively.

billie's hands roam to your sides as she pulls away from the kiss, her fiery eyes softening only a little, "you have...no idea what you do to me, and i don't even know your name."

she sounds almost frustrated by it. you whisper to her your name as graze your fingertips against her arms, "show me then, billie. show me what i do to you."

you expect her to say something cocky, but she just grabs a fistful of your shirt, pulling you closer to her as she forces your feet to walk a pattern that you don't know, all the way up the stairs and into her bedroom.

there's a shit ton of sound equipment scattered around, cool pictures and thrifted antiques decorating the walls and her dresser. she's got a long wall of vinyls hanging up in color order adjacent to the wall that holds some of her most cherished sneakers. you try to take it all in, but billie's a girl on a mission, scooping you up quickly as your legs wrap themselves around her waist.

when she sets you down on the edge of the bed, you start to open your mouth, but she's already a step ahead of you. billie kisses you like she's trying to make up for every millisecond she hasn't, soft lips molding onto yours as you find yourself underneath her, melting into her covers with her force that leaves you breathless.

"fuck, angel, you're so—“ she breaks off her sentence, her voice low and rough enough that you feel yourself grow wetter, billie's lips finding themselves on your jaw, nipping at the flesh sweetly, but enough to leave and mark. she makes a trail of hickeys from your jaw all the way to your neck, "— so perfect. i need you."

her words make your stomach flip, heat pooling in your pussy as billie's hands only start to further wander. they slide under your shirt easily, curiosity oozing out of the tips of her fingers as she plays with the lace of your bra.

"you've been driving me insane since i first fucking saw you." billie breathes out with honesty, her words disappearing into your neck as her teeth graze against a soft spot on your flesh, nibbling at it before soothing it with her tongue.

a soft gasp leaves you, your hands tangling underneath billie's shirt in a desperate attempt to keep her close. "yeah? well, what are you gonna do about it, hm?"

billie's head lifts, and her eyes lock into yours, dark and full of something unknown that makes your heart stop. all she needed was your bitchy little statement to get her worked up, her hands maneuvering skillfully against your body. she pills your shirt up in a swift motion, right over your head, her gaze dropping to take you in. her lips part, her breath hitching as her hands skim over your sides, her touch reverent now— like she's scared to touch you. to break you.

"you're so beautiful, such a pretty girl." she breathes, her voice so soft that it makes your chest ache.

her fingers find the clasp on your bra, her eyes flicking to yours for permission, which you give her with a nod. she unhooks it, catching the cups on her hands and tossing it to the side.

billie's slow with her actions, contrast from how hungrily she touched and kissed you earlier. her fingertips run across your thighs with passion, open mouth placing sloppy kisses on your abdomen like she's got all the time in the world. it's almost like a massage, the way she touches you— appreciating every single inch of your skin with tender love and care.

a kiss to your hip. "you're so pretty."

a kiss to your thigh. "just wanna make you feel good."

she yanks your skirt off. "need you so bad."

a kiss to your clothed clit is what makes billie stop talking. her fingers hook in the sides of your panties before pulling them down with a swift motion, making you gasp at the contact of cool air.

she can't stop herself. the way billie whimpers when her tongue slips into you, replaced by her wet fingers, it's all too much for her.

she rests her hand on your thigh as she squeezes it gently, "does this....feel good? am i doing a good job?"

you think it's cute the way she asks you, and you respond with a nod as her name breathily escapes your lips. her fingers are curling into you with a speed that seems inhumane, billie's thumb on your sensitive clit pushing your orgasm to be stronger and stronger. you can feel yourself unravel on her digits, a wave of pleasure so so close as your back arches off the covers, fingers digging into billie's soft comforter.

"bills— fuck!" you screech, and you can't even finish your sentence as you cum all over billie's fingers, coating them with your arousal as she kisses your clit, still fingering you slowly as you come down from your high.

you're still sensitive as ever when billie smiles against your sex, "was that good, love? you feel amazing, god— just squeezin' around me...so tight…”

you start to open your mouth and reply to billie's question, but you gasp as you feel her fingers brush harder and harder up against that sweet spot inside you, and you're seeing stars as you try to relax, but it's just too much.

"billie...n-no more..." you whine, your whole body tingling due to the sensitivity. but you watch as the dark-haired girl pouts,

"please...i just wanna make you feel good, i’m sorry— is that okay? can i?” billie almost pouts at you, and you can’t say no, especially because she’s looking up at you with such sweet and gentle eyes that are just hungry for you, wanting nothing but to pleasure you. so you oblige, letting her finger-fuck you gently yet powerfully enough to bring on your second orgasm.

billie feels you tighten up around her fingers, thrusting a little deeper into you as she coaxes that last drop of pleasure out of you, “cum for me baby, it’s okay…”

you feel your orgasm wash over you, making your skin hot as little moans and whines escape your lips. your eyes shut for a moment, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you sigh. you hear billie shift next to you, planting a kiss on your forehead as you heave, looking over at her. “again in a little?”

billie giggles, stroking your cheek with a free hand as she backs up, making a jokingly confused face,

“i thought you were celibate, huh?”

“nah,” you giggle, “you can always nail my shit.”

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[pinkslipxox]

Can you maybe write how Billie meet ivy

omggg yes i love that! Hope you like it, baby 🥰🙈💋

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The mall was alive with the holiday spirit, twinkling lights reflecting off gleaming store windows, and laughter echoing throughout. Billie was casually strolling through, her raven black hair swaying gently as she adjusted her oversized hoodie. Despite her fame, she often found solace in the mundane, the feeling of being just another person lost in a crowd.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a sudden commotion caught her attention—a small, frantic voice calling, “Mommy! Mommy!” Billie turned to see a little girl, no more than four years old, with big, teary eyes darting around aimlessly.

Without a second thought, Billie approached her. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

The girl looked up at Billie, momentarily starstruck, her fear momentarily forgotten. “I can’t find my mommy!”

Billie’s heart melted. Kneeling down to the girl’s level, she offered a warm smile. “It’s okay, I’m here to help. What’s your name?”

“Ivy,” the girl sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“Ivy, that’s a lovely name. My name is Billie. Can you tell me what your mommy looks like?” Billie asked, keeping her tone gentle and inviting.

“She has long hair and she always wears blue,” Ivy replied, her tiny voice quivering.

“Okay, let’s find her together! We’ll make it an adventure.” Billie took Ivy’s small hand, and together they began to search through the throngs of shoppers.

As they passed a toy store, Ivy’s gaze drifted to a bright display of plush animals. “Look! Unicorns!” she gasped, momentarily distracted. Billie chuckled softly, kneeling to her height. “They’re pretty, huh? But we should find your mommy first so you can show her.”

With a nod, Ivy focused again on their mission, her little feet following Billie’s rhythm. After a few minutes, they heard a frantic voice yelling, “Ivy! Ivy!”

Billie’s heart ached at the sound of the panic in the mother’s voice. “That sounds like your mom! Let’s go!”

As they approached, Y/N appeared, her face pale with worry and her hair slightly disheveled. The moment she caught sight of Ivy, relief washed over her features. “Ivy!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to scoop her daughter into her arms.

“Mommy! I was lost!” Ivy cried, burying her face into Y/N’s shoulder.

“I know, baby, I was so scared. I thought I lost you!” Y/N hugged her tightly, tears of relief forming in her eyes as she looked over at Billie, gratitude evident in her expression. “Thank you so much for helping her.”

Billie smiled, her heart fluttering at the sight of the love and warmth that radiated from Y/N. “It was my pleasure. Ivy is a brave little explorer,” she replied, her voice soft and nurturing.

Y/N took a moment to collect herself, composing her thoughts while looking into Billie’s eyes. “I really can’t thank you enough. We were supposed to be having a fun day out, and I… I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t found her.”

Billie felt an unexpected connection, an undeniable warmth encompassing her heart. “How about we make this a fun day after all? I’d love to treat you both to lunch. My way of saying thank you.”

Ivy’s eyes lit up at the prospect, bouncing slightly on Y/N’s hip. “Can we get pizza?”

Y/N’s lips pulled into a small smile, swayed by Ivy’s excitement. “Pizza sounds perfect,” she agreed, her gaze softening towards Billie. “If you’re sure…”

“Absolutely!” Billie insisted, her enthusiasm genuine. “Let’s turn this around. I’d love to get to know the both of you.”

As they made their way to the food court, Ivy chattered excitedly about her favorite cartoon characters, drawing laughter from both Billie and Y/N. Billie found herself enraptured not just by Ivy’s infectious energy, but also by Y/N’s warm responses—the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, and the kindness in her voice that set her soul at ease.

They settled at a cozy table, and Billie watched as Y/N playfully interacted with Ivy, a caring demeanor that made her heart swell. Between bites of cheesy pizza, Billie found herself lost in conversation, laughter blending with the mall’s joyful atmosphere.

“I’m really glad you were there, Billie,” Y/N said, her voice softening as she glanced at Billie. “You have such a kind spirit.”

Billie felt the heat rise to her cheeks, her heart racing slightly. “Thanks, Y/N. I was just in the right place at the right time, I guess.”

As lunch went on, the bond between them grew stronger. Ivy’s excitement provided an effortless backdrop for conversations filled with shared laughter and stories, while Billie found herself increasingly captivated by Y/N.

When it was time for dessert, they made their way to the ice cream stand, Ivy bouncing on her heels in anticipation. Billie leaned closer to Y/N, her voice almost a whisper. “You’re an amazing mom. Ivy is so lucky to have you.”

Y/N looked up, her cheeks tinted with a soft blush as she smiled back. “Thank you, that means a lot. Raising her on my own is a challenge, but moments like these make it worthwhile.”

In that bustling mall, amidst the chaos of holiday shopping, the serendipitous meeting blossomed into something beautiful—a connection between three hearts. Billie couldn’t help but feel she had found something special that day.

As Ivy savored her ice cream, laughter spilling into the air, Billie knew she wanted to see Y/N and Ivy again, to explore the possibility of something more. The world around them faded as the possibilities unfurled, leaving just the three of them, intertwined in a moment of pure joy and the beginnings of an unexpected love.

[emyscc]

every time she wears that shorts combo i feel a tear fall down my legs.

like actually suffocate me with ur thighs

[karaeilishh]

Please please please I’m begging more g!p Billie x reader

im pretty sure this is not what you all expected. surprise !

ᝰ.ᐟ not yours

pregnant!reader x g!p billie

you had it all. a big house on the outskirts of town, where life moved slowly and calmly, allowing you to enjoy every moment. two dogs that you both dreamed of and finally got a few months ago, two big boys who still jump on your bed in the morning. you had peace and quiet, happiness and love, you had you. and your love must continue.

memories of how loudly you screamed for billie when the test finally showed two stripes. two stripes that you waited for so long that neither of you could hold back a waterfall of tears. that day, you spent almost half the night on the bathroom floor, hugging and discussing plans for the future. you even came up with an idea for how to arrange the nursery.

billie proposed to you just a couple of weeks later, saying that she wanted you to be her wife by the time your child was born. you had never said yes so quickly.

you remember the day you found out you were having a girl. billie held your hand tightly, kissing your knuckles every few seconds, her eyes glued to the screen where your baby was visible. then she carried you home in her arms, then the smile on your faces never leaving for a moment.

a couple of months ago, you decorated the nursery. exactly as you planned the day you found out you were pregnant. pastel pink walls, abstract patterns on them, a big crib with the softest pillow and soapy blanket. star lanterns, you couldn't pass them by in the store, claiming to your wife that they were the cutest thing you had ever seen.

you were living your dream. it all seemed unreal, impossible, but it was true. you loved each other more than anyone had ever loved. you were the happiest girl in the world.

but nothing lasts forever.

"i hate you" these words fall from your lips like a blow to the heart for billie. her eyes are filled with pain and regret, shame. she was so ashamed. but it doesn't matter anymore. did she really think that you wouldn't notice such a drastic change in her behavior? 

she began to hide her phone from you, more and more often you woke up and fell asleep in a cold bed, hugging a pillow instead of her. the coldness of her gaze and words settled between you. she tried to hide it, but you feel it. from the very first day it happened. 

"i... i didn't want to, really. it was all a mistake!" her voice trembles when she tries to take your hands in hers, but you jerk away from her touch, like from boiling water, wanting to take a step back. there is pain, resentment, hatred in you, only because you love her so much. "didn't want to? are you fucking seriously telling me this. how many times did you fuck her while i was lying in bed crying because you weren't there?"

you break into a hysterical scream, feeling your fingertips tremble, the weight of your own body becoming too heavy for you to stand on. pain shoots through your body and you sit down on the couch, holding your stomach. at six months pregnant, your stomach was already causing you discomfort. billie's mouth opens to ask if you were okay, but you hold your hand up, showing her you don't need her. "answer my question."

she bites her bottom lip, burying her face in her hands and sighing loudly. she wanted to lie to you so much, knowing the truth would only hurt more, but she couldn't bring herself to lie to you even now. when you already knew everything. "i-i don't know.. maybe three or four times." her voice is a guilty whisper as she looks at your downcast eyes.

"fuck, you disgusting me" you shake your head, as if trying to throw off the weight of her words and actions, but with each passing second it only gets worse. you don't want to know who she is or how they met, how old she is or what color her hair is. you want to know why billie chose her, trading her pregnant wife and years of relationship for a fleeting crush. "am i bad for you already? is my body not so beautiful and perfect for you anymore? dont you want me anymore?"

a million questions seemed to fly off your lips, the answer to which was always "no". falling to her knees, billie talked about how beautiful and perfect you were for her, and it was true. but you won't believe it anymore. in your eyes, you are now a burden to her, an obligation, not her beloved woman. you are no longer the mother of her unborn child.

"then why, billie?" she winced, hearing you call her by her full name. the problem was that she didn't know why she traded everything she had for some young girl she didn't even love. she didn't have an answer to your question. "fucking answer me! what didn't i give you, that she gives you?" new sobs fly from your lips, tears burn your eyes.

she is silent. at the moment when you need her words more than anything in the world, she is silent.

"why the fuck aren't you talking?" you raise your hand in the air to slap her, but you can't find the strength to do it. your hand is shaking too much for you to hold it there for even a few seconds without saying anything. she opens her mouth, trying to find the right words. "i'm so.. i'm so sorry, really-"

"shut up, billie, just stop telling me that" you get up from the couch, now pacing around the room with your hands in your hair while she sits there on the floor in front of the couch. you had to gather all your strength and willpower to voice the words that were on the tip of your tongue. "leave. i don't want to see you"

you didn't even have to look at her to feel her eyes on your back. she stands up abruptly, taking a few steps towards you, but stopping far enough away that you don't push her away again. "i'm not leaving, you're in no condition to be alone right now"

you grin hysterically, turning to face her. you've never seen such fear in her eyes. "oh god, don't try to be a hero right now" you raise your voice at her again, hoping she'll hear you and leave. she stands still. "billie, go the fuck away!" you scream in her face, tears streaming down your red cheeks relentlessly and non-stop.

"i'm not leaving as long as you're carrying our child" she says it confidently enough, but only you can hear how broken she truly is right now. and you feel so bad for still caring about her feelings. but right now you need to put yourself first. your child.

"not ours, billie. this is my child" your lips tremble as you say it. you can't believe you're saying those words out loud. billie can't seem to either. her eyes widen in shock, pupils darting across your face. "what?"

you're silent for a few seconds, a lump of pain festering in your throat. "from the second you climbed into her bed, this isn't your child."

the last of your strength left your body when you said that. you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't be here, talking to her, smelling her and looking into her eyes that had become so foreign in just a few minutes. "please.. just go."

the way your voice sounded desperate, she just had no choice. she bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears. she nodded a few times, slowly turning around to walk to the door. still hoping that you'd call her back.

but you're silent.

she's gone.

forever.

tags - @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough, @n0vabug, @bxllxeb, @hopingforgoodblogs

[xoluvx]

impatient; b.eilish 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 🎧ྀི impatient; jeremih

there was an undeniable hunger in her eyes. they followed your every move. following you as you dipped low. as your legs opened and your back slid down the pole. as your fingers caressed the cool surface and your chest lifted while your head tilted to the side. the twinkling lights reflected in your clear heels so festive and jolly as you worked your way through the night.

whereas her friends were leaning over each other, talking and laughing, her stare never faltered. she was attentive and you made it known you had your eyes set on her too. when your legs spread into a splits, you leaned over. lips curling and smirking as you closed your legs, clinking your heels in the air before leaning over the platform, arching your back, arms reaching in her direction. eyes so seductive. wanting to eat her alive and be eaten alive.

'fuck' she muttered inaudibly, but you could see her lips moving. parting. almost gasping for air as you smiled mischievously. body slithering and sliding. ass in the air. you tracked the way her eyes lingered down your body. taking it all in. leaning back on her seat when you stood up, walking to the pole again. she watched your ass jiggle under the red fabric that barely covered anything and left very little to the imagination. she watched the way your breasts pressed against the pole. sequin top glimmering with the string lights that sparkled like your shimmering skin.

it didn't come as a surprise that she'd requested you for a private dance and you weren't a bit nervous when you closed the curtains behind you. you were a professional. your fingers curled around the velvet, turning slowly. she sat on the couch, leaning back and ready. arms resting on the back of the couch until she made eye contact with you. it was only then that she sat up running her hand along her chin nervously. tongue peaking through her lips before clearing her throat and pulling on her jacket.

"make yourself comfortable," you encouraged walking to her as the music vibrated in the confined space. she nodded taking off her jacket pushing it to the end of the couch. you smiled pushing your breasts together as you walked to her stopping near her knees. she rubbed her hands nervously on her thighs as yours landed on her shoulders. you pushed her back before straddling her body. your hips moving to the rhythm of the song. head tilting the side. before getting off her body. proceeding through your dance like you didn’t want to climb her like a jungle gym.

you weren't entirely sure how you ended up at her house. how she lost her friends or how your bodies stumbled through her door and how she guided you to her room so calmly allowing you to take control.

you pushed her body on the bed. she watched you hungrily just like she'd done that whole night, but she wasn't shy anymore. you were on her turf now. in her house. she was the boss here. she was in control, but she allowed you perform for her anyway. stripping off your shirt and your bottoms. losing your shoes in the pile of clothes until you were stripped down to your underwear.

"your turn," you smiled cheekily as she blushed and nodded running her tongue along her teeth. she held your hips turning your bodies so you were the one sitting on the bed. she went for her belt. ring clad hands working the buckle as you stared with anticipation. she tugged on her pants letting them fall around her ankles. stepping out of them as she pulled off her shirt. the lacy underwear she was wearing was fancier than what you currently had on and you were amazed by the way it clung to her toned body.

"have you ever thought about being a stripper?" you teased and she smiled cheekily, but her gaze quickly turned dark when she dashed towards you cupping your neck. you gasped lifting your chest towards her body. surrendering to her touch.

"i wouldn’t be as good as you," she whispered and when your lips met, you felt every inch of your body tingle. when her grip tightened around your neck you felt the heat rise between your thighs. it was almost painful. you ached for her touch. you gripped her shoulders as she pushed you back on the bed. you sprawled on her mattress raising your chest. hands touching the cool surface trying to grip on to something as she disappeared before returning with her strap.

your mouth formed a perfect 'o' watching her discard it on the bed so casually before straddling your body. cupping your face. kissing your lips. moving her hips. lifting your thigh until her fingers were rubbing your pussy over your underwear. you were dripping. seeping through the fabric as she snickered and tsked, shaking her head. lips trailing down your jaw as your moans spilled from your lips so heavenly.

fingertips dug into your ass as it bounced against her pelvis. strap so deep in your pussy you were seeing stars. you were struggling to keep your eyes open. struggling to hold yourself together as she slammed into you. she wrapped a hand around your neck pulling you back. tears streaming down your face. moans so shrill yet so blissful from the blinding pleasure.

whispers begged for you to cum on her cock as you bounced on her. hands supported your weight on her shoulders as you swayed your hips and cried out in desperation longing for release, but you were too enamored by the feeling of your throbbing pussy clenching around her cock. her plump lips cursed. teeth sunk into her bottom lip until you were convulsing on her body. nails digging into your skin. chanting her name so harmoniously. she swore she’d never heard a sweeter melody.

it was all a blur of pleasure. hands roaming. legs tangling. teeth tucking on lips. sinking into skin until you were unsure where you began and where she ended.

until you rose to the bright sun shining through the curtains. eyes sensitive. body sore. legs swinging off the edge of the bed searching for something to throw over your body as you searched for water. getting lost along the way. mesmerized by the beauties in her house.

the tips of your fingers traced the snowflake on the tree. it curled at the corners, you could tell it was handmade and the thought made you smile faintly. you wrapped her arms around your body. the long sleeve shirt she'd been wearing the night before hung from your body as your feet softly walked along the house looking at every photo, every award, every little part of her that you could piece together. you were too focused on the mantle with the small trinkets that you didn't hear the soft pitter patter of footsteps approaching behind you.

"good morning," her voice was raspy. you gasped turning around, startled by her presence knowing you shouldn't have snuck out of her room and wandered a house you'd never stepped foot in before. your first mistake was going home with a client.

"hi," she whispered as you followed her gaze. she was looking at her shirt clinging to your body. trailing up to your swollen lips and your smeared mascara. all the remains of your shared night clung to your body. she seared you with her touch. left her print on your body. in those few seconds of staring at each other you relived the moments in your mind in a flash. every moan, gasp, touch, kiss it all hung in the silence as you stared at each other.

"i'll have to go soon," she whispered walking closer as you nodded. there was a wave of sadness that washed over your body. that sunk your heart to the pit of your stomach. the realization that this was a fleeting moment sank in. you were so foolish to think you'd just spend the rest of the day tangled in her sheets. maybe if you hadn't gotten out of bed-

"stay. i'll be back," she whispered cupping your jaw as your face softened. hope filled your eyes as they watched her carefully. as she rubbed your cheek with her thumb and leaned closer. she kissed you so tenderly. it was strange how you'd grown so familiar with her lips. to the way they molded so perfectly with yours. moving in sync like a dance you'd rehearsed for months and not just a couple of hours.

your noses clashed. mouth opening wider. breath hitching as the kiss grew deeper. as you pulled on her shoulders pressing your body on hers. as her hands gripped your skin under the fabric of her shirt. as she hummed against your lips before unfurling your arms from around her shoulders.

"i'll be back," she whispered again. you frowned, but nodded reluctantly. she held the back of your head kissing your forehead so softly your heart was fluttering.

she would be back. she wasn't asking you to leave. she wasn't asking anything of you. except to stay and if she continued kissing you like that, touching you like that, you'd do anything she wanted.

[trulyy-yourzz]

HEYYYYY so I'm also fan of daniel ceasar and he has a song and the lyrics go like

"The piano that I fuck you on.Same one that on which I write these songs for you.They're one in the same.That goes for us, too, I give you my name.The bed on which I lay to sleep.And lay with you and lay in deep.There ain't no difference, this case there isn't.That goes for us, too."

please write a fic of billie inspired by these lyrics. thank youuuuu in advance

♡Smut - B.E x Fem!reader

Billie fucking you on the piano? Genius. I decided to give this a little twist and make it a little christmasy, enjoy baby 💕

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It was cold outside. Freezing, really. And there's nothing better than a cup of hot chocolate and quality time with your girlfriend while she played your favorite songs on piano during the night of christmas Eve.

Your head laid on top of the piano, watching Billies fingers skillfully glide across the piano, pressing each note with intent as she played a beautiful melody. The song was one you remembered from her playing it many times, so you hummed along.

Billie looked up, locking eyes with you as a warm smile plastered across both of your faces. She stopped playing, and tilted her head. Her eyes lingering on yours as she sighed and laughed. "What's funny" You said, giggling.

"How i manged to end up with such a gorgeous woman like you." Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies filling your stomach. It's not like it was the first time you've heard her compliment you. But coming from her, it was always special. "Thank you baby."

Her tongue stuck out between her lips, adding a glossy coat to them as she smiled at you once again. "I really want to kiss you right now." You lifted your head from the piano and walked towards her. As you got closer, she reached for your waist, wrapping her arm around you and pulling your body down onto her lap. "Then kiss me Billie." And without a second to waste, she did exactly that. Connecting her soft lips with yours, kissing you tenderly.

You cupped her check with your hand, deepening the kiss as you hummed softly, sending vibrations through Billies body. Doing so, she groaned, shifting your position and fully pulling you onto her lap, causing you to straddle her.

You wrapped your arms around her, tracing circles on the back of her neck as you pulled away, gasping for air. "You're amazing" She whispered, clearly in an completely different headspace. She was lost in your touch, and hopefully soon enough.. your taste.

Billie slid her hands underneath your thighs, lifting you off of her and placing you onto the piano, your hands accidentally bashing all types of keys on the piano in the process, creating a messy and scrambled tune that rang throughout the house. Hungrily, she connected her lips back with yours in need of any type of physical touch she could get.

Billie swiftly parted your legs, cupping your pussy through the thick fabric, causing you to moan and pull back, gasping for air. "Billie.." She just shushed you and grabbed onto the bottom of your pretty white skirt, lifting it above your waist, only for her to discover that you weren't wearing any underwear. She bit down onto her lip, smiling. "Good girl."

She leaned back, getting a good look of you already a mess. Your silky hair disheveled and legs parted, waiting impatiently for her to just touch you. And this was only the beginning. "Fuck."

"Come on billie.. touch me. Please?" You whined, the desperation clear in your voice, sending a shiver down her spine as she exhaled, her voice trembling once she spoke. "Oh, I will baby. Trust me." You nodded your head as she grabbed your leg, pulling you closer. You leaned back, watching as she coated her middle and ring finger in her own spit. She smirked, watching your body squirm.

Slowly, she slid the two digits inside your folds, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around her fingers. "Relax mama." You nodded your head, taking a shaky deep breath. Abruptly, she pushed her fingers deeper, hitting at just the right angle, causing your back to arch off the piano. "Oh my- Fuck, right there!", "yeah? You like that hm?" You nodded your head rapidly, pushing your hips up, greedily needing her fingers deeper. Needing to cum.

Her other hand snaked her way up your chest, wrapping her hands around your neck and applying just enough pressure for you to know who's in charge. Billie curled her fingers into your spongey walls, attempting to coax those sweet moans out of you. Your body began to tremble, your breaths sharp. Quickening. Your breasts rise and fall quickly, shuddering as they join your body's excitement. "Billie i.. I need to cum–", "Hold it for me, baby. I know you can."

You cried out, head tilted back and giving into the sensation, legs shuddering as you tried your best to hold it in. Billie watched as your eyes fluttered closed, taking the chance to sit back down and grab onto yoir thighs, spreading your legs farther apart. Attaching her lips to your clit. Sucking. Licking. Soaking in the taste of you.

You gasped, choaking on your moans as your hands frantically grabbed onto a fist full of Billies hair. Reaching for something. Anything.

You squeal, a spasm of delight as your eyes roll back. She hummed, the vibrations making your body jolt as your legs instinctively closed around her head, grinding onto her face. Wanting.. needing to cum. "I can't..! Billie!!"

"Cum."

Your body arched off the piano. Your sharp crys and moans now being the only kind of melody that filled the room. The music of a woman's pleasure. No piano. Just you. You panted, breasts quivering with each rise and fall of your chest. But she doesn't stop. Too consumed in the taste of you. Addicted. You looked so pretty when you were like this. You were the most beautiful woman in the universe. Moments like these were sacred to her. And she wouldn't trade anything for it, not even the world. You belonged to her. And she belonged to you.

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Notes: The original was 100 times better than this trash, but Tumblr decided to be an ass today and delete it. I told myself I would post today so heres this for now 🥲 I'll make something better soon 💕 ily!

[vi-steponmeplease]

FADE INTO YOU

REQUEST: loved ur billie fic sm!!!🥹 can you do billie x f!reader where r has been acting distant lately ofc shes tryna hide that but billie being the attentive girlfriend she is notices and asks r about it then r talks about wanting to break up but billie can read her emotions through her eyes so well so they talk ab it and turns out r has been feeling insecure cus billies very up there and shes just her THIS IS SO LONG M SORRY i js love u and hope to see more from u😣 thank u sm!!!🫰🏻

a/n: i adore this request tysm ily! and u can make it as long as u want (that's what she said) hope this is how u wanted it to go<3

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pairings - attentivegf!billie x insecure!reader

genre - angst, fluff

synopsis: when doubts about your worth drive a wedge between you and billie, an emotional confrontation reveals just how deep her love for you runs.

tw: self-doubt, emotional distress—nothing too serious

word count: 1.1K

i look to you and i see nothing i look to you to see the truth

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a stranger light comes on slowly a stranger's heart without a home

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"And that's a wrap!"

Applause fills the room as the interviewer stands and pulls Billie in for a brief hug. "You were amazing. It was an honor having you here," she says warmly. Billie smiles back, her signature charm on full display. "The episode will be in editing for a few days, but we'll let you know once it's ready to publish."

The brunette nods, her ocean-blue eyes catching the iridescent glow of the overhead lamp. As she exchanges goodbyes, her gaze sweeps the room, searching—only to find no sign of you.

"Hey," she calls out, tapping Finneas on the shoulder. He turns to face her, eyebrows raised. "Did she leave?"

"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago," he says with a shrug, crossing his arms. "You guys okay? I don’t usually like to get involved, but... she’s been acting different. Not just with you—just, in general."

"No, yeah, we're fine. She probably just wasn't feeling well," Billie says as she fiddles with her silver rings, though the crease in her brow betrays the indifference she tries to project. Truthfully, she has no idea why you've been acting so distant—distant enough for Finneas and even a few of your mutual friends to notice and question her about it.

After bidding her farewells, Billie heads straight for her car, a clear mission in mind as she drives to your place. She rings the doorbell, anxiously tapping her foot against the wooden floorboards of your porch.

The door opens after a few beats, revealing you—your face etched with a melancholic expression. Her brows knit together instantly, worry clouding her eyes as her hands move to cup your cheeks. Her thumbs brush over the faint streaks of dried tears.

“What happened, pretty girl?” she asks softly, concern woven into every word. “You left so suddenly, but you seemed just fine this morning. Are you feeling sick? I can grab you some soup from that place you love.”

You shake your head, stepping back from her touch before turning away and sinking onto the gray couch. Your lips are downturned, shoulders slumped, as Billie silently follows, her worried gaze never leaving you.

"I don’t know why everyone’s so worried. I’m fine," you snap, your voice sharper than intended. You meet her concerned eyes with a glare, though it falters. "You didn’t need to come over. Don’t you have some afterparty to go to with your famous friends?"

Billie’s brows knit together in confusion as she lowers herself onto the coffee table across from you, legs spread and elbows propped on her knees. She leans forward, searching your face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just…” Your voice falters, trailing off as you avert your gaze to the side, nervously chewing your bottom lip.

“Hey,” she says softly, her tone steady but full of concern. “What’s wrong?”

Her gentleness feels like a knife twisting in your chest. Guilt gnaws at you with every word, every worried glance. No matter how cold you try to be, she’s still her—loving, understanding, unwavering.

“I wanna… break up.” The words leave your lips in a whisper, barely audible, but they hit like a crack of thunder. Your tear-filled eyes flicker to hers, wide and stricken with disbelief.

“Wait—what? What?” Billie stammers, her voice cracking with shock as she processes your words. “You… you wanna break up?”

“I wanna break up,” you repeat, though it comes out shakier this time, as though the words might crumble under their weight.

“Why?” she asks softly, her voice trembling. Her hands reach out instinctively, intertwining with yours, her thumbs brushing across your knuckles in a gentle, grounding motion. “Why? I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Billie studies you intently, her gaze searching for answers you don’t know how to give. She catches the guilt etched in your features, and a quiet sigh escapes her lips as she tightens her grip on your hands—reassuring, alleviating.

“Talk to me, Y/N,” she pleads, her voice steady despite the tension in her posture. “We need to talk about this. About you. I’ve been so worried lately, and now… this? Why do you want to break up? I thought we were happy.”

“I was—am happy, I just…” You exhale shakily, lowering your gaze to your lap, where your hands remain entwined with hers. “Why me?”

“What?” Billie’s brows knit together, and she shifts closer, tilting her head slightly.

“I just— There’s nothing special about me, y’know? I’m just me, and you’re Billie Eilish. I don’t get why you’d wanna be with someone like me.”

“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath, a soft chuckle escaping as she pulls you closer, shifting you onto her thigh. Your heart flutters involuntarily, but the warmth is immediately overshadowed by the painful squeeze in your chest when you look down into her comforting, knowing gaze. “Is that why you’ve been acting so different, baby?”

You don’t respond, but you don’t have to. She sighs, her arms wrapping securely around your waist, holding you as if to anchor you in place.

“You might not be famous in the world’s eyes,” she murmurs, her voice tender yet resolute, “but you’re everything in mine. And yeah, you’re you, but that’s exactly who I fell in love with. Not some snobby celebrity, or anyone else. You. Just you. And you’re fucking perfect, love. Don’t you see that?”

"What if you find someone better, or... I don't know, things go south? It's happened before with other couples, and—"

"It won’t happen with us," Billie cuts in gently, her voice soft yet stable. "I’ll never find someone better because that doesn’t exist."

She leans in, pressing a series of featherlight kisses along your jaw, trailing down to your neck. Her warm breath brushes your skin as she exhales softly, her hair tickling you like a second touch.

"I love you," she whispers, her words grounding you as she presses another lingering kiss against your neck. "And nothing—nothing—is ever going to change that, got it?"

With a playful grin, you thread your fingers through her hair, giving it a gentle tug to tilt her head up so she meets your gaze. "Prove it."

Billie lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head as her hands tighten around your waist. "You’re insatiable," she teases, before leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. Slowly, she guides you onto your back on the couch, her body hovering over yours as she trails down to your neck, leaving a path of delicate, lingering kisses that promise to leave their mark.

She pulls back just enough to kiss you again, her lips hovering over yours before she smiles softly. "I love you," she repeats, her gaze locking with yours, full of warmth and certainty.

[l-starsz]

hiiii you’re so good at writing I love all your fics 🫶🏻

I see so many fics where billie comforts the reader but I’d love one where reader comforts Billie. Maybe she’s stressed from tour or something?!

a/n: like i keep saying, i’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this but i’m working on them now, and thank you so much that’s so sweet☹️🫶🫶

i walked into the hotel room to see billie sat on the end of the bed with her head in her hands. i rushed towards her, sitting on the bed next to her and carefully speaking.

"what's wrong baby? why are you so worked up huh?"

without moving her hands from her face, she shuffled closer to me as i wrapped my arms around her, letting her cry against me. i ran one of my hands up and down her back and placed gentle kisses on top of her head, soothing her so that she was calm enough to speak.

"tell me what's bothering you my love." i whispered to her, still holding her against me.

"tour.. i love touring, but its been so stressful lately!! it's been so difficult for me."

"oh baby.." i frowned, holding onto her tighter, "i'm here bil. don't panic. i've got you. i'm gonna be here for the whole of the tour like i have been since it started, if you're on stage and you start getting stressed and overwhelmed, come backstage to me, okay? i'll do everything i can to help you and make sure you'll be okay."

"but.. but i don't wanna cancel any shows.. i still wanna do them for everyone because i love them all so much." she slightly hiccuped.

"i know angel. you don't have to cancel any shows if you don't want to, just do what you feel like you need to do to make yourself less stressed. if you need to sit backstage for a few minutes until you're ready to go back out, then you can do that. they all love you just as much as you love them, i promise you that if you need some time, then they will understand. and you know what? i know you struggle sometimes when i can't be there next to you, so even if you just needed me to go sit or stand on stage with you, then i would."

"but you hate going on stage. you said it makes you nervous." she sniffled, moving so that she was curled up on my lap.

"it does make me a little nervous, but if it was something that you needed to make you less stressed, then i'd do it without a doubt. making sure you're okay is all that will matter to me. now, and forever." i moved her hands from her face and wiped away her tears as they continued to fall down her cheeks.

"really? you mean it?" she mumbled.

"i promise you."

"i'm so lucky to have you." her voice broke as she quietly answered me.

"i'm luckier to have you baby. you mean everything to me, and you do so much for me all the time, even if you're busy you still make time for me and spend time with me. i can't thank you enough my love." i gently kissed her when i was done talking.

we sat there in the same position for a little while before i spoke again.

"how about we take a quick bath to relax a bit, then have a me and you night. we can get into bed and watch movies, or we can play a game, we can do whatever you want."

"that sounds amazing. thank you." she whispered, hiding her face in my neck as she snuggled impossibly closer to me.

i slowly got up and carries her into the bathroom, placing her on the counter for a minute whilst i started to run the bath and made sure it was the perfect temperature. i also put some music on for us, then went back to billie whilst the bath was filling up. i placed my hands on her waist and slightly went on my tiptoes to kiss her, since she was on the counter, it made her a bit taller. as we pulled away from the kiss, i noticed a small smile now on her face. of course, this made me smile, knowing that i could make her just as happy as she makes me when i'm struggling with things.

that small moment felt like it laster forever, but i was soon moving away to pour some bubble bath in into the water, letting it bubble up before turning the tap off. i carefully lifted her off the counter and undressed her, then held her hand as she got into the bath, making sure she didn't slip. i was quick to undress myself too, getting in behind her and tying her hair up so that it wouldn't get wet. i did the same with my hair before holding her in my arms once again. we stayed there for a bit just talking to eachother and relaxing until the water began to go cold.

i slowly got up from behind her, getting out and drying myself, dressing myself, and then helping her out. i wrapped her in a warm fluffy towel, then we both left the bathroom to find some warm clothes for bil to wear. once she was dressed, we got into bed and turned the tv on, put a movie on, then cuddled all night until we were asleep.