Preach

also the amount of fuckboy billie requests is insane you guys read my mind im cooking smt up dw 😋😋

Billie Eilish x y/n

Late for tea date

As you strolled through the rain-slicked streets of Los Angeles, the gentle drizzle drenched you completely, causing your white dress adorned with delicate blue flowers to cling to your skin. The warm, yellow glow of the streetlights illuminated your path as you quickened your pace, eager to reach Billie. Unexpectedly held back at work by your boss, you found yourself running late for the long-awaited tea date with your girlfriend.

As you arrived at the teashop, you spotted your girlfriend Billie in the middle of opening her umbrella, her face marked by a sad, disappointed expression. "Billie!" you called out, rushing toward her in haste. "I’m so sorry, my boss kept me there for s–"

"It’s fine, it’s fine," she interrupted, her tone clipped yet weary. "I don’t care. Let’s just go home."

You hesitated, her words stinging more than you expected. Reaching her side, you gently touched her arm, hoping to convey your remorse. "Billie, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I was looking forward to this all day..."

She sighed, closing the umbrella with a snap. "I know, I know," she muttered, avoiding your gaze. "Let's just go home, okay?"

***

The ride home was oppressively silent, the air thick with unspoken words. You stared out of the rain-speckled window, the city lights blurring past, guilt gnawing at you. You hadn't meant to make her wait—it wasn’t even your fault. Your boss had kept you chained to your desk all day. But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the sting of Billie’s disappointment, which lingered in the space between you like a shadow.

You wanted to say something, to explain, to apologize again, but the exhaustion weighed you down. The rhythmic hum of the car lulled you into stillness, and before you realized it, your eyes drifted shut. Your head gently dropped onto her shoulder, and the tension in your body finally gave way to sleep.

Billie glanced at you, startled at first, but her expression softened as she took you in. The faint pinkish shadows under your eyes told a story of how hard you’d been pushing yourself. And then there were your soft snores—quiet, almost childlike. She knew you only snored when you were utterly drained.

Her anger began to dissolve, replaced by a quiet understanding. She sighed, her hand brushing against yours ever so slightly. She couldn’t stay mad at you, not when you looked so vulnerable, so completely worn out.

She made up her mind that when you both arrive home, she’ll brew tea—your favorite blend, the one you always say she makes better than anyone else.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Part 2

wish you were gay | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. billie’s feelings towards your friendship changes as you battle the question of your own sexuality.

warnings. angst kinda, making out, fluff.

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your sexuality had always been a lingering question throughout your friendship with billie. you found yourself thinking about certain interactions more than you’d like to admit. and despite her own sexuality, you’d always chalked it up to being platonic.

however, recently you’d seen a change in her behavior. she wouldn’t touch you like she used to. she wouldn’t say the same things, call you the affectionate names she usually would. and you found yourself missing it more than a friend should. it was confusing to say the least.

“hey, is everything okay?” you set down the glasses of water you’d gotten for the both of you, and sat next to her on the couch as her gaze lifted from her phone and she took the glass of water to her lips.

“what do you mean?” she cleared her throat, her phone still capturing most of her attention. it was hard to express your current emotions through words, especially when you felt like the topic might be too heavy to discuss.

“i mean you’ve been acting different recently.” you told her as she looked up from her phone again, biting the inside of her lip slightly before speaking.

“what do you mean different?” she was now aware of what you were getting at but didn’t have the courage to speak on it, and neither did you.

“come on bils.” the nickname stung her heart with the recent switch in your friendship. but she kept up the dumb act, out of fear that if the truth came out, it could mean something worse than different.

“what do you mean by different?” she asked again, this time urging a real answer. you pondered on how to say it without really saying it. the avoidance of the real question between you, palpable.

“you’ve been so distant, like somethings bothering you.” you admitted truthfully. you began to wonder if you had something to do with her sudden change. and when she didn’t reply, you voiced this, “have i done something?” her eyes widened slightly, her expression still somewhat sorrow.

“no, baby, of course not.” there it is. that nickname you’d missed so much these past few weeks. she cursed herself silently as she realised she’d let the name slip, but you’d caught it all the same.

“then what is it bils?” you asked, a feeling of helplessness washing over you as she refused to open up. the silence between you was deafening and made you grow worried.

“has it really affected you?” she asked after some time. the doubt evident in her expression as she put her phone to the side, giving this conversation her full attention.

“of course it has, you’re my best friend billie, how could it not.” she looked down, a heavy sigh following shortly after. her hesitance to speak her truth almost took over completely.

“i thought that’s how best friends should act. i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” she admitted, her eyes now big and sincere. filled with emotions destined to break your heart.

“what do you mean?” you asked confused. it felt like a stupid excuse at first glance, but when she gave you some time to think on her words you understood. “billie, you could never make me uncomfortable.” your words were softer now.

“that’s the problem.” she sighed. closing herself off, urging you to reach for her again.

“why is it a problem?” the million dollar question with an unbelievably simple answer.

“because it means two different things to the both of us. for you it’s the way best friends act, for me-” she stopped, struggling to get the words out. she was scared and it was evident.

“for you?” you urged her to finish the sentence.

“for me it’s different.” that was all she managed to get out, and it left you with just as many questions as it did answers. “don’t pretend like you don’t know what i’m talking about, i know you do.” she said when you didn’t speak.

“billie i just don’t know if what your trying to say is coming across the way you want it to.” you replied finally, pondering your feelings and emotions.

“i can’t stand another day of me touching you the way i do, without it being something more. i just kinda wish you were gay.” you let out a small breath after her words, not having known this was how she’d been feeling these last couple months.

“bils, i don’t think i-“ you started.

“don’t say I’m not your type.” she cut in, before you could explain yourself. and she was right, of course she was. she’s undeniably attractive. but it had never crossed your mind that you could be attracted to her.

“billie, you’re so beautiful. genuinely, but i don’t know if i can love you in the way you want me to.” you told her honestly. it was just as confusing for you as it was for her.

“then why do you miss my touch. why do you blush when i call you baby. that’s not how best friends act.” she left you somewhat speechless, because it’s not like her words were untrue.

“i just. i’ve never been with a girl.” her eyes were piercing into you, her mind clinging onto the words falling from your mouth, searching for the fine print.

“i know. but i’d like to think the way you feel about me is a little more than platonic.” you nodded at her words understanding what she was saying and silently agreeing. “i’d like to think you were gay.” she continued, matching her previous words. needless to say your heart was racing.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly, “but there’s kinda only one way to find out.” you breathed, it was barely a whisper but she heard it and her senses were alert.

“yeah?” she asked if you meant what she thought you did. while her eyes were darting across your face. a soft smile creeping onto hers when you nodded.

“yeah.” you confirmed as she moved closer to you. subconsciously you felt yourself staring down at her lips in return. silently asking for something you weren’t entirely sure of.

“what if we’re wrong?” she asks, almost making you whine at the hold up, but the weight of your friendship suddenly becoming apparent when she brought it up.

“then we’re wrong, but i don’t want to miss you like i’ve had to in the past few weeks again. so i think it’s worth it.” she smiled at your words as her lips touched yours, before moving, until she was kissing you and you were kissing her back.

you’d never kissed lips this soft before. and it was addictive. and when she darted her tongue across your bottom lip, opening her mouth, letting you taste her. you’d never tasted someone so sweet before. your breaths were entangled, her strength focused on lifting yourself off the couch as her arms reached for your hips, guiding you onto her lap. As you straddled her, she broke the kiss. your eyes meeting hers to find her smiling at you.

“what?” you asked, her smile so infectious it caused your own.

“i wanna stay with you, forever.” she spoke, a flood of affection destined to drown you.

“i’ll never let you go.” you told her, holding her head in your hands as she pulled you closer by the waist.

“five words i never thought you’d say.” she replied biting her lip as she looked up at you and you reconnected your lips with hers. the moment, a haze of uncertainty. all that mattered was the moment though, emotions of fear and anxiety deafened by her presence.

𝜗𝜚 SWEET DREAMS

NAVIGATION ; OCT 12 – SOMNOPHILIA

WARNINGS: SMUT, somnophilia, fingering, thigh-riding, orgasm control(?), little overstim, language.

NOTES: first day of kinktober, how do we like this little fic...???

WORDS: 1.3K

SUMMARY: Billie can't resist her urges when she wakes up, so what better than to use you like you've told her to countless times before?

TAGS: @mseilishmwah @sophloveswomen @mxqdii @livialifesblog @devynscomet @her-favorite @br4ttyeilish @wiidfi0wer33 @loving1dsworld @tan1shere @fallingforfalll2 @cierraonline @dandelions4us @scarlittt @ifwdominicfike @hrtsdollie @zayluvss @xoluvx

BILLIE EILISH × F!READER

Sunshine peeked through the small gaps of the blinds, shining soft, warm light onto the two of your bodies. Bodies that were still tangled from the night prior. The rays of light shone on to Billie's eyelids, disrupting her peaceful slumber as she slowly stirred awake.

Her eyelids fluttered as she strayed away from your bare body, immediately missing the warmth as her hands left your skin. She blinked a few times before waking up fully, stretching her limbs, sore from the activities of last night.

The thought alone made her smile, her cheeks flushing a light pink hue.

She softly turned her head towards you, yawning quietly as she pulled the covers above her shoulders, getting cozy once again as she watched your sleeping figure. You were face to face with her, only you were somewhere in dreamland, and she was lying next to you.

She wouldn't trade the world for this. Not even her dreams could compare to moments like these. With you. You and her alone.

A finger ran through your hair gently, careful not to wake you as she brushed it behind your ear. Her eyes carefully examined every one of your features, smiling softly at your peaceful state.

You let out a sleepy sigh, stirring in your slumber as you reached out for the very girl who caressed your hair with feather light touches. You whined quietly as you felt nothing, murmuring something until she came close and wrapped her arms around you again.

It relaxed you immediately, and that only made Billie smile wider. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck as you let out another sleepy sigh, your hands holding her comfortably.

Her eyes shut again, resting her head on your chest so as to get comfortable again and hopefully fall asleep. As much as she liked your quiet company, she hated being the only one awake.

"Bills.." You slur, murmuring some incoherent sentence in your sleep as you pull her body closer to yours. Your skin is hot to the touch, and it would've concerned Billie if it wasn't for the gentle grinding of your hips against her body.

Her thigh was slotted between your legs, granting you a perfect spot to grind your needy pussy against. Billie gasped quietly at the feeling of your wetness slowly gliding along her skin, shivers running down her spine and straight to her own core.

Her hand runs along your side, watching as you twitch under her touch even in your sleep. Her mind wanders, questions roaming all around in her brain. What were you dreaming of? What were you doing? What was she doing to you?

As she listens to your soft, ragged breaths, her eyes stay focused on your pussy and the way you grind against her thigh. It makes her head spin, taking her lower lip in between her teeth to stifle the moan that bubbled up in her throat.

Your hips speed up, and the way your breath slowly turns into a moan makes her insane, but she can't have you coming undone just yet. The same hand that ran down your side moves to grab your hip, halting your movement and resulting in a frustrated sigh from your sleepy being.

She sucks in a breath before her hand travels lower, removing her thigh from between your legs and switching your position. Now she hovered over you, one hand beside your head on the pillow, holding herself up, while the other traveled down your body.

Her hand gently runs across your skin, dragging down until she reaches the spot you need her most. She sucks in another breath as she runs her index finger through your wet folds, gliding through your wetness easily and just dipping the tip of her finger into you.

You stirred in your sleep, and Billie froze for a few seconds, eyes snapping towards your face again to see a more distressed, impatient look. Your eyelids flutter, and before her brain even processes what that means, she plunges her finger into your pussy.

Her lips curve into a smile as she watches your lips part in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering open slowly. She knows you're not fully awake, but still, she adds a second finger, pumping her fingers in and out of your wetness slowly.

Your breathing is uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly even though she's only just started. As you slowly slip into consciousness, the pleasurable feeling also comes in with it. The feeling is almost overwhelming, and you don't even know what to do, "Bill—Mm.."

All she does is chuckle, her eyes droopy from having just woken up a few minutes ago. Her fingers lazily thrust in and out, her pace almost torturous. No, it was torturous. And it only went on forever.

By the time you were about to break, tears streaked down your cheeks, body writhing under her touch, even the simplest ones. Her lip is tucked between her teeth, almost drawing blood as she tries to stifle her own groans. She can't keep herself together seeing you like this.

"Please—God, Billie..." You whine, voice cracking with each syllable as you throw your head back against the soft pillows, "Need it—so.. Need it s'bad, Mommy..!"

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears you speak. It wasn't like you hadn't called her the name countless times before. It just hit her by surprise this early in the morning. Her fingers picked up their pace, slamming into you sloppily.

"Not yet." She breathes, her eyes wild. She can't take her eyes off the way your pussy sucks her in so willingly, your walls swallowing her digits so smoothly. Her mind was running wild.

As you paw at the sheets, she glances into your eyes, "Don't." She all but growls, the authority in her voice almost scary as you nod the best you can, swallowing harshly.

Her fingers curl up against your g-spot, and your back arches away from the mattress, eyes rolling back into your head as you moan out incoherent sentences and babbles of her name.

"—Please! Fuck, Billiee..." You cry out, and she finally gives you the signal. Your juices immediately flow onto her fingers, dripping down your folds and seeping into the fabric of the sheets.

Her eyes stay on yours the whole time, her breathing heavy as she caresses your thigh with her free hand, "So good f'me, so—God—so fuckin' good for me, babygirl."

Your mind is hazy, vision blurry from your orgasm just a few moments prior. Your fingers unravel from the tight grip you had on the sheets, now messy and wrinkled, but she doesn't stop her movements.

Her actions are softer, now, not having the self-control to stop even for a minute. Seeing you like this, at your breaking point, she couldn't help herself. She needed to push you past the point of no return.

"Nono—Mhh, fuckk.." You sigh, unable to even think as the pads of her fingers caress your spongey walls, grazing every little part of your body that nobody else would ever reach. Only her.

She inhales sharply, her breath shaky. She dips her head down to place a wet kiss on your neck, nibbling the tender skin softly. The gentle actions turn to rough ones, biting and sucking at the same spots before soothing the ache with her tongue, "Pretty baby wanted me, didn't she?"

Your reaction is delayed, too stuck in your own head to even make out her words. The best you can do is nod, and Billie fortunately takes that answer, "That's right." She coos.

"Gonna take what I give you," she rasps, kissing your jawline and moving up to your lips, "And you're not gonna complain." She says sternly before kissing your lips softly.

All you can do is let out a weak cry, nodding your head as you fall deeper into her trap. Her lips feel unreal on yours, like you're still dreaming. And you just might be, but the way she pulls your lip back with her teeth reminds you that you aren't. It's real.

"There's my girl."

yessss ofc 🤭😋

hiii 👀

Don't even you love me 😇 BUT HIII BABYYY

but baby, i | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.

warnings. angst, fluff, suggestive

masterlist

‘if you go, i’m going too’

a sigh of relief was heard on the other end of the phone when you’d pressed the green button, spilling out a hesitant ‘hello’ as you held the phone up to your ear. There was no response however, lighting up a flame of irritation in you.

“Who is this?” was the next thing that fell from your lips, laced with hostility.

“baby,” it was quiet, soft and inviting. Emotions from the previous couple months all encompassed into the term of endearment.

“billie?” your voice softened at the realisation of who it was.

“deleted my number already have you?” she teased, but it didn’t make you smile, not in this moment.

“billie, what happened? are you okay?” the questions tumbled out in an attempt to comprehend the reason for her call. it had been a week since you’d broken up, and hearing her voice felt like you’d been taken back to last Friday.

“yeah no, nothing happened, i’m fine. i just..” she trailed off, gathering the courage to speak, or the bravery to do the right thing, and hang up. but she was weak, and so were you.

“yeah?” it was a plea for her to continue. a beg for her to speak the words you couldn’t.

“i miss you baby.” your eyes drifted shut, a flush rising to your cheeks.

“billie, this isn’t a good idea.” it was the truth neither of you wanted to hear.

“i don’t care.” she whined, desperation clear in her words.

“billie don’t say that.” she let out a sigh of frustration at your words.

“i know you missed me too, this week has been the shittiest week you could imagine.” and suddenly you found yourself drifting into your usual conversation, like you would’ve a week ago.

“i’m sorry bils, how can i help?” it was a stupid question and you’d realised soon enough. all of this would eventually lead you back to her.

“you know how.” it was a confession in itself, revealing what she hoped to get from this call.

“tell me. whatever you need, i’ll do it.” you couldn’t reject her, not now, not ever. she had been everything for you, and she still was.

“come over, please.” her request was simple but it meant so much.

“are you sure?” her answer would decide your future, because it was clear what would happen if you complied with her wish.

“i need you.” those three words were deadly, they represented so many things all at once. they could be interpreted as multiple meanings.

“fuck,” it was a sigh of submission, giving in to her. and everything you’d previously given up. “i’ll be there in ten.”

‘cause it was always you’

the silence that followed the knock on her door, was deafening. leaving too much space for you to fall into the pit of doubt, that was still very much prominent. when the door finally opened, she stood in front of you, her perfect eyes attaching themselves to yours. then she smiled, engulfing you in a gentle hug, holding you as if you might break.

“billie.” it pulled her out of her state of daydreaming, grounding her with the realisation that this didn’t mean the beginning of a new chapter.

“i’m so sorry.” the apology was long overdue, but when she closed the door behind you, inviting you back in, none of that mattered.

“i know, but i need your promise, that we’ll be okay this time. i can’t go through breaking up with you again. i won’t survive it this time.” your throat closed up, signalling you to stop talking before your feelings spill out of your eyes, in front of her.

“of course angel, i understand. i’ll give you whatever you need.” she held your face in her hands, confirming her words at the slight rub of her thumb, over your cheeks.

“i need your devotion, your love.”

“but baby, i..” she paused for a second, pondering on wether her next words were ones she’d later regret. but she soon brushed the doubt away, releasing herself from its constraints, confessing her truth. “i’ll love you ‘til the day that i die.”

when she brought her lips to yours they were warm, inviting. they connected and moulded together as your bodies inched closer.

‘and if i’m turning blue, please don’t save me’

the heat from her breath, warming the patches of skin tainted by her tongue, as she ran it across your naked body. her lips attached to yours nipples, and then your clit. devoting herself to your pleasure. expressing her love for your body.

‘nothing left to lose, without my baby.’

and when your mind lost itself in her affection, focusing on her tongue buried deep inside you hole, you felt connected. birds of a feather destined to reach for each other in times of difficulty. destined to end up in each others’ embrace in times of despair.

‘we should stick together.’

hello, dear wife 😚

how are you todaaaaay??

I loveee you <3

i’m gooddd stop making me blush 🫦

how are you, babe? love you toooo ❤️❤️

scream your love for me

in which; billie wants you to scream your love for her from the rooftops. literally.

a/n: basically porn with no plot 😭, i wrote this cause i dunno man…

sub!reader, dom!billie, strap, oral, fingering (all r receiving)

“you’re so pretty, baby…” billie purred into your ear, her fingers pumping steadily in and out of your pussy. her free hand was splayed across your lower back, pressing you against the railing.

tears were in your eyes from the effort of keeping quiet, whimpers and whines slipping out ever so often. the cool night air battered against your skin, making you shiver. that was quickly resolved when billie pressed her front to your back, her warmth seeping into you as she worked your folds relentlessly.

“you’re so wet for me...” she all but purred, her free hand sliding up your side to gently cup your tits. her ringed fingers gently kneaded the flesh, holding you to her as your arousal gushed over her fingers. billie curled them, pressing them so perfectly against your spongy walls.

just when you started to tighten on her digits, she pulled away, a confused whine leaving your parted lips as your eyes fluttered open. though, before you could turn back to look at her, billie’s hands were already on your ass, face-to-face with your folds.

her tongue met your clit, a shiver running through your body as a moan finally left your lips. you could feel that shit-eating grin between your legs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. it felt too good for any protests to even begin to form on your tongue.

billie’s lips wrapped around your clit, suckling all the built-up. she hummed, vibrations shooting up through your core. the pleasure was everywhere between your legs, your eyes rolling up to the sky as your back arched into the railing. when her teeth grazed and nipped lightly at your skin, a cry escaped from your lips and suddenly you were gushing all over her tongue, body slumping and shaking as her hands supported you.

before long, her tongue left your clit as she stood up. the silicone tip of her strap pressed against your sensitive hole as she turned your head, leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours.

“taste yourself.” billie murmured quietly, holding your cheek with one hand and your hips with the other. with a swift motion, she bottomed out inside you, holding you still as she swallowed all of your moans.

“ah-mm, bil… m’sensitive!” you whimpered to no avail. she paid no mind to the shakiness in your voice.

“wanna hear you scream your love for me, pretty. let the entire world know how good i make you feel.” she purred, pulling back from the kiss. a silvery string of saliva connected your lips before it broke, leaving only the feeling of her hands and metal pressing firmly against your ass. oh, and also her cock moving in and out of you.

your moans grew considerably louder, your bottom lip red from how hard you were biting earlier. your body was on fire, the lewd wet sounds of your pussy accentuating your moans. you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the coil inside you was building already.

the base of the strap pressed against billie’s clit, her breaths getting heavier and her thrusts becoming shaky as she breathed heavily onto your shoulder.

she was absolutely drunk on the way your back arched, the way your jaw fell, the way your pussy tried to suck the strap deeper. billie adjusted slightly, this new angle increasing your pleasure tenfold. stars exploded behind your eyes every time the tip of her strap hit your g-spot, your moans faltering every time it did so.

“b-billie…”

“yes, pretty girl?” she hummed, knowing you were close from how your legs were trembling.

“i’m—fuck!” you cried out, your head tossing back as you gushed all over her fake cock. billie’s eyes lit up with delight, slowing her thrusts to help prolong your orgasm. she was practically drooling at this point, her grip on your hips bruising.

anybody could look up and see this. but it felt so good, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

masterlist

〘 billie eilish 〙

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-> fics

wish you were gay

context. billie’s feelings towards your friendship change as you battle the question of your own sexuality.

show them you’re mine ༄

context. since you’re recent album, you’ve been getting a lot of attention on social media, needless to say billie, your girlfriend, got quite jealous.

can i suck it? ༄

context. your best friend, billie, wants to take a look at your new nipple piercing. so you let her...

but baby, i

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.

ruin it

context. billie doesn't want to ruin your friendship so she keeps her feelings to herself.

believe what you want ༄

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, shows up at your party, but fails in expressing her intentions.

american jesus ༄

context. your girlfriend likes taking you slow and soft sometimes, choosing to drag out the experience and treat you like her princess.

male fantasy

context. when you encounter your ex girlfriend, an awkward moment turns into something more, and you both begin to rethink your decision to end things.

nothing like your tattoos

context. when you spend the night together, billie never fails to leave in a hurry.

puppy

context. your girlfriend surprises you with a gift, bringing up a string of emotions as you converse about your future together.

i can’t move on, babydoll

context. she’ll never move on, and you’ll always take her back.

i’ll show you how

context. you’ve been hesitant to engage sexually with your girlfriend, billie, but she assures you you’ll be alright.

-> series

break up with him (1), did you break up with him? (2), i like you better with me (3) ༄

context. you and billie are broken up. but despite your new relationship, when you meet at a party, the feelings you both swore were gone, seem to resurface.

my stalker (1), crush on my stalker (2), my girl’s a stalker (3) ༄

context. your stalker doesn’t appreciate the police report you just filed.

tell me i’m your only fan (1), don’t wanna be your fan (2) ༄

context. your most active fan on onlyfans soon piqued your interest as she became something much more.

call me maybe (1), i’m glad you called (2) coming soon..

context. your ex situation-ship knows how to manipulate herself back into your life, her motives however are masked by her nonchalant demeanour.

-> requests

tell me you think of me ༄

context. you’re fed up of billie bringing home different girls every night. that’s until one night when you overhear something of interest in one of her one night stands.

is that eilish?

context. your best friend raves on about the fact your wearing her perfume.

drunk on her touch ༄

context. when you meet billie at her party, she cant keep her eyes off you.

I think, therefore I am ༄

context. billie has a crush on her guitarist

on top of me ༄

context. early on into your relationship, billie voices an idea that’s been consuming your mind for weeks.

morning, baby ༄

context. billie wakes you up to attend to your needs, and hers.

those poor unamerican girls ༄

context. your religious parents aren’t happy about your illicit relationship with billie.

babbles ༄

context. billies a talker and she can't stop herself from rambling while you're between her thighs, or on top of her.

‘wanna make you yell ༄

context. scenes of a night you spent together end up as the visuals for billies hit me hard and soft tour

admit you want me ༄

context. billie, your roommate, starts a fight with you which soon gets heated.

such a fuckboy ༄

context. billie approaches you at an event, but you’re soon reminded that she has others waiting in line for her attention.

-> blurbs

stay quiet, baby ༄

context. billie teases you at the grammys (request).

bling ༄

context. the bling on her teeth have you daydreaming about her lips more than you should (request).

ilomilo

context. after a fight, you and billie find yourself regretting your actions.

wildflower

context. you can't help falling for her, even though you're both aware it could never happen.

i could buy her so much stuff

context. billie spoils you rotten. she couldn’t give a shit if you felt guilty, but you’re grateful for her generosity.

aftercare ༄

context. when billie has you weak and sensitive, she never forgets to care for your needs.

i know you

context. heated kisses and soft reassurance, and at the end of the day, neither of you needed more than the knowledge that you truly know each other.

patience

context. your girlfriend finds it hard to battle her impatience when it comes to needing you.

maybe just fuck off

context. billie’s in no mood for any distractions, no matter the situation .

las docs uvas de la suerte

context. your best friend, billie can’t help finding your new year’s tradition the cutest thing ever.

P*RNSTAR ༄

context. after leaking your sex tape to get your attention, your ex girlfriend finds a way to make it up to you.

most relatable thing i’ve seen in a while

was about to write a fic then a message from my teacher telling us to revise some principles came through lol . maybe tommorow then