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HOLY FUCK.

⟢ texts with bf!megan ་༘ ࿐

゛tags :: @dragoneyelashart, @angellvk, @chrissv4mp, @sacredgene, @realbadgirlx, @wwwlpgs, @aka-persephone, @bilsbabyma, @marieilish1823, @bunnyxslutt

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guys nvm i retrieved it u dont have to worry abt getting jumpscared by a random post <3

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UGHHHHH I SCHEDULED A FIC BY ACCIDENT IMA KMS 😭😭😭

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CLOCK.IT.

tumblrinas, it seems like every other week we’re having the “there’s not enough fluff and angst” argument on here. i’ve said it once and it looks like i’m gonna have to say it again; that is and has always been on you guys.

you can’t keep blaming smut fics nor smut writers for the lack fluff and angst fics because you guys are constantly paying them dust! both the fics and the people that write them. and the reason why you’re not seeing non-smut fics as much as you’d like? that’s simply because the writers in our community are tired of putting their time, hearts, and souls into their work just for it to reach a solid 100 notes by the end of the week. notes do matter, people actually like feedback. validation feels good wether you’d like to admit it or not. and if you want these fics to stay around, you all better start acting like it.

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You know that oxitocin is a hormone, not a recreational drug called, right?

ik but i had to do something 😭

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{☆} ─ oxytocin. . .billie eilish

sypnosis: you and billie were supposed to chill, but she got the idea to use oxy and things sure do happen...

warnings: SMUTTTTTTTT, fingering, oral (reader recieving), dirty talk, slight degradation, usage of oxytocin (billie and reader using), usage of 'slut' and 'whore', praise kink, dom!billie, sub!reader, usage of pet names, clit play, spanking, kissing, strap-on (reader recieving), nipple play, tit sucking, arguing (reader with boyfriend), angst, fluff, aftercare

HAPPIER THAN EVER - WRITING MARATHON

that day was supposed to go smoothly. a simple modeling job for a fashion magazine, brunch with your modeling friends, and making a simple mini vlog for your social media page. that was it. but, it seems life had other plans. you never expected for one of them to be chilling with billie and doing oxytocin. it was a random thursday. you were sitting on the couch, editing a youtube vlog and laying in your bed in your boyfriends hoodie. you finally finished and planned to post it tomorrow, putting your phone aside and going to the fridge to get a snack. you took out the leftover tteobokki from the fridge and a fork from the drawer and crawled to your bed. as you munched on the tteobokki, your phone lights up with a notification. you picked it up and saw the contact name, "bils🥹💞". you opened the message and saw it said, "hey, you up?"

bils🥹💞

2:30 AM

you: yeah, im up. devouring tteobokki and living on monster energy lmao.

billie: thats so real 😭 like ive been living off of poppi for WEEKS now 😭😔

you: thats kinda concerning....

billie: but its goodddd 😔😤

billie: its not js a soda tho, its a combination of flavors exploding in ur mouth all at once 🥹🍊

you: ur drinking the orange one rn?

billie: yup. anyways, wanna come over to my place?

you: sure. ive got nothing else to do anyways.

billie: see u in 10?

you: bet.

you were a bit concerned about the fact she wanted to hang out at 2 in the damn morning, especially with creeps roaming around and the paparazzi constantly harassing you. but, you'd rather be at billies house right now instead of your boyfriends. you take off your boyfriends hoodie and you wear a skirt and billies hoodie that you took from her closet, it smelled like perfume and her. you grabbed your tote bag and your phone and was about to leave before your boyfriend stopped you.

"where you going, hm," he said, crossing his arms. you tensed up, you knew he wasn't gonna like your answer, but you said it anyways, "i'm going to a friends house," you mumbled. "oh yeah? or a sneaky links house," he accused.

"c'mon, babe, don't do this again," you said defensively. "it's two in the morning, you're not leaving. tell them to raincheck or something," he demanded.

"but, i can't just raincheck! that'll be rude and─" you started, but he interrupted you, saying, "who cares?! and why are you always going out? it'll be an ungodly hour and you'll leave without telling me, or it'll be the crack of dawn and you'll sneak outta bed to meet up with this billie─billie eyelash person, whatever! who the fuck are they," he asked with a commanding tone. you tensed up. you didn't want to tell him that you were cheating on him with billie, it would probably end badly.

"n-no one. they're just a friend," you lied, gripping your tote bag."

he grabbed your arm and he tried to drag you back into the apartment, but you broke free and tried to open the door, but it was locked. "c'mon...c'mon," you whispered to yourself and tried to pry it open. he stalked closer like a horror movie killer and turned you around. as a last resort, you whipped out your phone and said, "i-i'll call 911!"

he backed away, stunned by this and said, "fine. whatever, go! i don't care," and you did. once you left and entered your car, you started to cry uncontrollably, continuously hitting the steering wheel with your hand while the other was covering your face with your hand. while you were having a crying session, someone tapped on the window and you jolted, reaching for your taser, but it was only billie. "oh, hi bils," you said and wiped your tears. "hey, what's wrong," she said in a sad tone. "n-nothing," you lied. "c'mon, y/n. your eyes are red, your mascara is running down your face, you look like you've been crying for hours. it's not nothing," she said.

you knew she was right, but you still bit back anyways with, "i said i'm fine, billie! can you just leave me alone," you yelled, stunning both her and you. "shit, sorry billie. it's just-"

"your boyfriend," she asked, taking the words out of your mouth. "can i come in," she asked. you were heisitant to let her in, but you nodded your head and she came inside "listen, y/n. i know it's not my place to tell you this, but he's a walking red flag. he hits you, yells at you, cheats on you, and doesn't love you. only your money," she said. you sniffled and said, "i know. i guess i always wanted love, like an unhealthy desire for it, so i just threw myself at any guy i found. even if they were a red flag,"

she sighed and said, "listen y/n, you shouldn't have to rely on someone to make you happy. there's something called self-love, heard of it," she asked and you nodded. "not everyone is gonna make you happy, and that's fine! but, you shouldn't have to depend on them to be a living security blanket either,"

you stared at her in disbelief. how did she always have the right words for everything? it was kinda impressive to be honest. you sighed and said, "it's kinda scary how you always find the right words to say. scary and impressive," she laughed and said, "that's just who i am, y/n."

the mood in the car lifted a bit and you guys spent the next few hours sitting in your car, talking and laughing. until, she got the bright idea to use oxytocin, something you've heard about but never tried it until now. after a few tries, you guys got high fast. it also didn't help that your sensitive flesh was wet and the drug made it worse. as time went by, you and her were high as a kite. you couldn't take it anymore and kissed her, deeply. she was surprised but immediately melted into the kiss and you guys spent a few minutes making out before she pulled away and carried you to the backseat and laid you down. she kissed you hungrily, her tongue dancing with yours and you grabbed her hair, deepening the kiss. she kissed your neck and tore off your shirt, exposing your hardening peaks to her. she wrapped her lip around a nipple while flicking the other one with her fingers. you moaned softly and grabbed her hair. she stopped suddenly and kissed down your body before being directly in front of your wet folds. she tucked your panties to the side and ran a finger up and down it, causing your back to arch a little and a moan to escape your lips.

"do me a favor, and keep quiet will you? you don't want people to walk by and hear you moaning, would you? what would people say, hm," she said and ran her finger up and down your wet slit before shoving it inside roughly while also flicking her tongue at your clit. you gasped and bucked your hips. she went slow, but then progressively went faster and faster. "faster, bils, please.." you whimpered and she chuckled, mockingly saying, "awww, the slut wants me to go faster...okay, i will." she smiled and obliged to your request, going faster. she shoved your shirt in your mouth to silence you and just as you were about to cum, she stops. she quickly unbuckles her pants and flips you on your hands and knees and shoves her strap-on inside you, causing you to gasp loudly. she covered your mouth with her hand and slid the strap out of your almost completely before slamming back in. she fucked you brutally, causing you to gasp and moan every single time. "you feel fucking amazing," she rasped out and your eyes rolled back once she hit that sweet spot. she reached down and began to flick your clit with her thumb. "are you gonna cum, you dirty whore," she asked and you nodded profusely. "go on, cum for me princess," and that's exactly what you did. she pulled out soon after and threw the strap-on to the side before zipping her pants back up and kissing you tenderly. "you were so good f'me, baby..so perfect," she said and pulled away. you guys cuddled for a bit and then you left to get into your apartment, your boyfriend was already asleep and you sighed, setting your bag down and going to the bathroom to wash your face and to contemplate your relationship.

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THE COLOR TEXT ON YOUR PINNED IS MY FAVORITE OMGOMGOMG

AWWWW TYSM ROSEEEEEEE

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I FW THIS AMI !!!!

⌗ STRIP FORTNITE

warnings. smut, oral, munch!dani, slight degradation, praise kink, bratty!reader, overstimulation, 7thmember!au, mami kink, vulgar language, fluff near the end.

synopsis. your girlfriend, daniela, is always playing fortnite. one night, you teasingly suggest adding a twist to her normal gameplay.

words. 4.6k

letters. okay, first and foremost, this isn't my original idea!!! i was scrolling on my dashboard a week or so ago and came across a sturniolo fic (dk if it was matt or chris?) that had this prompt/idea, and grabbed inspiration from that !! i don't know the original writer off the top of my head—as i saw the fic a little while ago—so please inform me if you know <3

you'd always been aware of daniela's love for fortnite—and a little resentful of it.

it wasn't that you hated the video game in general. no, your minimal feelings of hatred toward the game are rooted in daniela not spending as much time with you at night. which, if you were being honest, would sound like a silly reason to hate the game if you were to say it out loud.

but you hardly ever saw her crawl into bed beside you every night—sleep always pulling you under in less than thirty minutes into watching her play at her desk, the low light of her monitor almost comforting now that you'd fallen asleep with it so many nights in a row.

albeit, it didn't make much sense. daniela always whined about how tired she was on the ride back from rehearsal, muttering under her breath about how she'd immediately crash the second she stepped into your shared dorm.

and as much as you wished that were true, it never happened.

you're not mad at her. rather, you're a little annoyed. annoyed because she never really made the effort to ask if you were alright, or if you wanted to play with her—not that you ever really wanted to because you were so exhausted, but the effort still would've counted!

it all just gets a little boring at times.

like now. you're lying under the covers, narrowed eyes flitting across the tiny sliver of the monitor that isn't blocked by daniela's curls. her headset is snug on her head, mic pressed close to her lips. she mutters curses every now and then, yells at the screen at unexpected moments and wakes you just as you're about to nod off.

so, after the umpteenth scream that passes by her lips and out into the room, you make the reluctant decision to just sit and watch the girl play.

it's almost midnight when you get bored, eyelids heavy with restlessness and something else. you sigh softly, hoping to catch your girlfriend's attention. when she doesn't even flinch, you push the covers off of your body, crawling toward the edge of the bed and hopping off the mattress.

fuzzy socks drag silently along the hardwood floors of the room as you make your way to daniela's desk, arms wrapping around her shoulders the moment you can reach. your nose nuzzles into the crook of her neck, inhaling tiredly.

the latina takes one hand off of her controller, fingers coming up to push one of her headphone's off of her ear.

“thought you went to sleep,” she murmurs, voice almost a whisper.

you laugh. quiet. “can't.”

she hums, eyes flicking back to the screen, grasping the controller with both hands again. “mmh, why's that?”

“...really?” you mumble, pulling away from her neck to really look at her.

your eyes drag over her side profile, jawline sharp and soft in the most perfect way, lips plump and faintly glossy, soft stray curls falling over her cheeks and framing her face. her eyes are illuminated by the light from her monitor, the hazel color of her irises highlighted.

she glances at you for a split second, cocking a brow in slight confusion.

“you've been screaming the whole night,” you grumble, tapping her shoulder. “m'surprised the others haven't already broken down our door with complaints.”

daniela just smiles. “they're used to it by now.”

you roll your eyes, resting your chin on her clothed shoulder, a t-shirt—that's one-hundred percent from your side of the closet—hanging loosely on her frame. her eyes stay glued to the screen, fingers moving carefully on the controller as she kills a player, celebrating with a quiet hiss.

“you gonna stay clingin’ to my shoulder the rest of the night or what?” she teases, teeth catching her lower lip moments later.

you don't answer, pupils flicking all around her face. the smooth expanse of her neck. clear. unmarked. your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek. conflicted. aroused. nowhere near tired anymore. you don't think she'd end the game if you pressed a few kisses to her neck. she'd be too focused to even notice.

still, you try anyway. lips soft on her skin.

she jolts. subtle. barely there.

“what are you doin’ now?” daniela purrs, trying to bite back a smile. she fails.

you're silent again, watching her like a predator examines it's prey. waiting for the perfect moment to pull her under your spell.

her fingers stutter on the joysticks, pulse pounding louder in her ears now. “...cariño.”

you pull away, and the ticklish sensation leaves almost as quick as it came, relieving daniela for a moment. a moment that's spent far too long in silence to be called normal. innocent. because you have something under your sleeve. an idea.

something that would make the video game exciting for both of you.

“y'know,” you murmur, trailing a finger up the soft skin of her arm lazily. “you could make this more fun.”

she doesn't look back—just lets out a short hum, already breaking. “what, you gonna hop on and run duos with me?” she teases, though her voice shakes. slightly. noticeably.

you snort. “hm, not quite.”

“...spit it out then, babe,” she whispers.

a beat of silence passes by.

then two.

on the third, your lips brush the shell of her ear, breath warm on her flushed skin. she shivers under the sensation, eyes drifting off screen for a second before she sets her focus back on the game.

“strip fortnite,” you breathe.

that gets her attention quickly. she freezes, hands limp around the controller that's now resting in her lap, headset slightly askew. then she glances over her shoulder, lips curling up into a grin. throat bobbing when she swallows a little too hard. “oh?”

her gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, already blown with lust. “and what are the rules?”

“you get a kill, i take something off. but, if you die…” you pause, letting the tension ring out in the air. “you lose something.”

daniela blinks, eyebrows raised, eyes slightly widened—then she gives you the cockiest smirk you've ever seen, her nerves from earlier erased. “you sure you wanna play this with me?” she murmurs, adjusting her headset to rest around her neck. “you're gonna be naked before i even hit top thirty.”

you roll your eyes with a scoff, stepping backward. the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing you to sit. “try me, dani.”

she loads up a new match before even finishing the last one—as much as it hurts her to lose the eight kills she already had—and quickly lands at seaport city, already aggressive and competitive as hell. she's not playing it safe tonight.

not when this is on the line.

less than three minutes into the first game, she catches someone by surprise—gets a headset from behind and nearly jumps up from her chair, head snapping around toward you.

“c'mon,” she exclaimed, voice strained in an effort to contain her excitement.

you grin, hands trailing low. the latina's eyes follow your every move—but when your fingers pinch at the edge of your sock, she sighs in disappointment, the sound loud and exaggerated.

“you didn't specify what you wanted me to take off, angel,” you tease, tossing the small piece of fabric to the side.

she shakes her head, turning back to the monitor. “you wouldn't have listened anyway."

a small giggle sounds from your throat, and daniela just grips her controller tighter, jaw set, eyes locked on the screen, determined.

her second kill doesn't follow as quick as you think. it takes a few minutes into the round of daniela wandering around the map and organizing her layout, scanning the map, and searching for other players. then, the second you take your eyes off the screen, muffled shots reach your ears.

“two down,” she announces, glancing over her shoulder. “hoodie. take it off.”

you smile, stretching slowly. deliberate. letting the hoodie slide up and over your head, revealing just a tank top underneath, nipples creating a visible print in the thin fabric.

the latina lets her eyes roam—just for a second—and then forces herself to face forward once again.

third kill—she snipes someone from inside of a bush, smirk widening. another down. and now she's getting cocky. “shorts now, hermosa.”

but you? you tug down your last sock instead, giggling the whole time.

her brows furrow. “what the hell?”

you pout, feigning innocence. “what? it's a piece of clothing. i don't have to take off my shorts just because you tell me.”

she narrows her eyes. “you literally said—” then, with a defeated sigh, she spins back around. “you're gonna be the death of me.”

there's less than fifty people in the game now, and daniela's kills are much lower than they usually are—but that's just because the stakes are so high right now, and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of her.

her nervousness quickly serves to betray her as she walks straight into an ambush. some kid with a juice wrld skin guns her down with an smg before she can even build.

“fuck me.”

you laugh. “off.”

she just huffs, sets her controller down on the desk. “what do you want?”

biting your lip, you hum. “your shirt.”

you don't miss the flicker of hesitation in her eyes—along with the swirl of lust—before she's moving, tugging the loose fabric over her head, jaw clenched. tosses it to the floor. she's topless now, her bare back pressing against the cool leather of her desk chair, all tensed and flushed and pissed in the hottest way possible.

she's not wearing a bra, which grants you the view of her chest. soft. bare. so empty without your marks to decorate her skin.

“not so cocky now, are you?” you tease.

daniela just shakes her head and spins back to face the desk with a huffed laugh.

the next game loads, and she's even more feral than the last. lands at the same spot. doesn't even wait to get a decent gun before she's off, searching for kills desperately.

she shoots at the first player she sees, kills them, and doesn't even say anything—just nods over at you with a shit-eating grin. you roll your eyes playfully and slowly slip off your tank top, eyes locked on daniela the whole time. your own chest is bare now. exposed to your girlfriend's hungry eyes. she doesn't even hide the way her gaze drags down your body.

the latina lands one more kill in that round, leaving you to take off your last piece of clothing.

your panties.

she watches in the reflection of her second monitor as you slide your thumb beneath the waistband of the lace. real slow. the fabric peels down your thighs, thin strings of your arousal catching the light of daniela's monitor, and then you shimmy them off with a very unnecessary arch of your back, hair cascading over your bare shoulder.

and you hear it.

the small, broken little sound she makes.

her controller drops into her lap.

you smirk. soft. too sweet to be considered innocent—because nothing about any of this is anywhere near that territory anymore.

“you're staring, avanzini,” you whisper.

she doesn't respond at first—just exhales, heavy, shallow, already wrecked. then she swallows. hard.

“game's over.”

you hum, cocking a brow. “really?”

she bites her lip, holding back a growl.

“you're naked,” she comments, voice low. dangerous. “you lost, and i won.”

silence overcomes the room.

then—

“so come get your trophy,” you purr.

and she does.

immediately.

she tosses the controller to the side, jumps out of her chair so fast she nearly trips over her own feet—and suddenly she's pinning you to the mattress, mouth crashing onto yours, hot and desperate and overflowing with need. her hands find your waist, your hips, sliding down to your thighs like she needs to touch everywhere at once to convince herself you're real.

“fuck,” she whispers against your lips, flipping your positions and pulling you into her lap. “you knew what you were doing when you suggested this stupid game.”

you giggle under your breath, arms wrapped around her bare shoulders, hips rolling slowly into her lap just to tease. “well, you're the one who never pays attention to me at night… needed to get it somehow.”

she bites your lip before you can say anything else—not hard, just enough to make you gasp—then kisses down your neck, breath shaky, lips hot. she sucks bruises into your neck like she's claiming you, hands sliding around and grabbing the backs of your thighs as she pulls you impossibly closer. chest to chest. skin on skin. nothing else between you now.

“you could've told me,” she growls, voice rougher as she bites at your collarbone. “but you just wanted to nag me, didn't you? thought it was cute?”

you nod without thinking, clit brushing perfectly against the fabric of her sweatpants, eyes wide and fake-innocent. “mhm.”

she flips you again—fast. your back hits the sheets, and she hovers over you, cheeks flushed and heart on fire. her curls are messy now, falling over her shoulders, lips red, and her eyes are hungry. “yeah?” she breathes, warmth fanning along your lips. “then you'll take your punishment like a good girl, hm?”

and oh—you will.

the latina doesn't even give you time to breathe, doesn't give herself time to overthink. because in a split second, her mouth is everywhere—your neck, your chest, your stomach—hand gripping your hips, nails digging into your skin harsh enough to bruise. she drags her lips down your body like she's trying to memorize every inch, leaving faint prints from her lip gloss. her tongue traces along the inside of your thigh, kissing slowly just to wreck you.

“you look so pretty, mi amor,” she purrs, voice soft, almost sweet now. “all warm n’ so ready for me.”

you whimper brokenly, hips jerking upward the second she blows onto your dripping cunt. a low, eager giggle spills from between her lips, and it only serves to make you even more desperate.

“baby,” you whine, breathless.

she doesn't tease for much longer. she couldn't even if she tried. she's too worked up. you feel her sink between your thighs, one arm hooking beneath your knee, the other still holding your hips in place. the first stroke of her tongue is hot and deep and needy.

you moan—loud. back arching. hands fisting the sheets harshly.

and she just groans in satisfaction, hips grinding mindlessly into the mattress like she needs the friction, like just the mere taste of you already has her falling apart.

her tongue delves between your folds hungrily, the tip of the muscle prodding at your leaking entrance and causing a string of strained moans to escape from the back of your throat. your hands find her hair quickly, tugging at the soft curls as your back arches further off the bed. every moan from you only makes her more feral, until she's got both arms wrapped around your thighs and she's devouring you.

“dani—” you gasp, head thrown back, body trembling uncontrollably.

“mmh?” she hums against you—the vibrations going straight to your pussy—then sucks gently, stimulating your clit teasingly until your legs are clenching around her head.

“you're—oh my god, you're so—”

you don't finish the sentence. you're unable to with the way daniela sucks so eagerly at your puffy bundle of nerves, the feeling both overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time—because she wants to keep you teetering on the edge of euphoria until you physically can't take it anymore.

she teases your clit for a while—until she sees the way your hips start bucking harder and she realizes you want more. you need more. and she lives to please. so, she flattens her tongue right on your cunt and shakes her head back and forth gently, eyes rolling back at the taste of your sweet arousal.

“so sweet,” she murmurs, the words muffled as she continues with her ministrations, tongue sliding deep into your entrance unexpectedly.

your grip on her hair only tightens when her tongue enters you, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cry out.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you whimper, breath shallow and unsteady. “mami—dani, fuck, i'm close—”

she doesn't hear—or, that's what it seems like, because she doesn't stop. doesn't even slow down. and part of you believes that she did hear you, she was just too determined to pull you over the edge of ecstasy.

her eyes flutter open, landing on the blissed out expression on your face—brows furrowed, eyes shut, lips parted. she smiles in satisfaction, pressing kitten-licks to your clit slower than before, the sensation a clear contrast to how roughly she was taking you just a few moments ago.

“danii—!” you whine out, choking on a particularly loud moan, hips rolling in needy motions into her tongue. hazel eyes drag over your shaking figure, filled with lust and admiration and things she couldn't describe even if she tried, mind too fogged up with the taste of you.

your thighs flex around daniela's head, cunt clenching uselessly, practically begging for her to dip her tongue in again. and she does just that, answering your prayers with a slow, languid flick of her tongue, sliding deep between your gummy walls. when her nose bumps against your clit in time with the way she thrusts her tongue, you squeak out a moan that's in a higher pitch than any of the prior noises—one that's definitely heard from the other rooms in the house.

“already gettin’ so loud,” she slurs into the mess of your arousal, staring up at you through her lashes. “you wanted my attention that bad?”

“mhmm—so bad,” you babble, eyelids reluctantly fluttering open to meet her intimidating gaze. your own eyes are glossed over in pleasure, while daniela's are full of desire.

a chuckle sounds from her throat, the vibrations from the muffled noise spilling directly into your twitching pussy. your knuckles bleed white with how tight you grasp the bedsheets, the small of your back aching lightly with how deep you're arching. daniela lets her eyes fall shut again, lapping at the wetness that leaks from your entrance, focusing on your pleasure and your pleasure alone.

you don't notice when one of her hands slip away from your thigh, moving lower and landing right beside your core. with a sly smirk, she slowly runs the tip of her index and middle fingers through your folds, collecting the build-up of your sweetness. a groan erupts from the back of her throat at the slick feeling of your lips, fingers almost flicking away with how slippery your cunt is.

then, with careful precision, she slips the two of her digits deep into your cunt, the action slow and deep, replacing the warm muscle of her tongue. the tips of her fingers reach deep, brushing against spots that she knows make you crazy.

“o-oh, fuck—you're s-so—!” you moan, the words nearly incoherent with how whiny your tone of voice is. daniela coos softly into your pussy, voice inaudible as she sucks on your clit.

your chest rises and falls in an uneven pattern, a thin sheen of sweat forming all along the expanse of your bare body, the room getting warmer with each second that the latina's between your thighs. she curls her fingers, gentle fingertips brushing the soft, spongy spot that has you screaming.

“mami, m'gonna cum—please, p-ple—” you're cut off by your own moans, the sound breathy and needy, only pushing daniela deeper into the mission of making you fall apart. her fingers thrust deeper, harder. her tongue flattens over your clit and presses gentle kisses to the bud every other second.

“s'that right?” she purrs, nails digging deeper into the plush skin of your thigh, holding you open for her. you nod desperately, head pressing deeper into the pillows as you try to hold it, remembering only one thing:

don't cum without permission.

daniela wasn't exactly strict on the rule, it was just something she had said once in the heat of the moment. but still, it stuck with you—and you always wanted to please her, always wanted to be her good girl. tonight, however, you weren't sure if you'd be able to abide by that “rule.” you were too far gone, basking in the intense feeling of her tongue and fingers on your most sensitive parts.

but just as you're about to let go, she says it.

“cum for me,” she grants, and you do. hard.

stars flash behind your eyelids the second you let go, your entire body stilling with the intensity of your orgasm. it hits you like a truck, wrecking your entire body. your lips part wider in a silent cry, legs twitching around daniela's head as you cum, pussy fluttering around her lengthy fingers. her pace doesn't stop, and neither does the harsh sucks on your clit. not even when you come down from the immense pleasure.

the sensation in your core soon becomes overwhelming—and you think, for just a moment, that she's still going because she wants to clean you. but when she doesn't stop, your breaths start coming in short, sharp gasps. your hands come down to weakly push at her head, trying—and failing—to stop her from continuing.

“wait—baby, nonono!” you whine loudly, legs clamping tight around her head. you try to squirm away, but she just pulls you back in, tongue burying deep into your entrance alongside her fingers.

tears prick in your eyes. “too ‘uch, mami,” you cry, voice broken and hoarse with how loud you'd been tonight. she still doesn't listen, just lightly caresses the side of your thigh with her thumb.

“jus’ one more,” she says eventually, pulling her head up slightly from between your legs. and that's when you take the chance to look at her—really look at her. you notice the wetness spreading along her lips, a mixture of her spit and your cum dribbling slowly down her chin. drops of the liquid collect on her chest and parts of her cheeks, illuminated lightly by the monitor that's still on in the corner of the room.

she grins. dazed. “you're so pretty like this. all spread out—such a good girl,” she praises with a particularly harsh thrust of her fingers, the squelching sound obscene as it echoes in your ears and rings out in the room.

you're almost embarrassed now.

almost surprised, even, at how none of the girls—especially manon or sophia—haven't already come knocking at the door. but you know all too well what tomorrow will bring. probably a long lecture from sophia followed up by complaints from the other girls about how they'd gotten no sleep. but it wasn't entirely your fault, it was daniela's for paying more attention to a dumb video game instead of her very real, very loving, very horny girlfriend.

still, you let daniela eat you out like a starved woman—tongue lapping in sloppy licks into your twitching cunt, fingers getting even messier with uncontrolled thrusts. you don't really care, all you do care about right now is being daniela's good girl and cumming when she says so.

“you're close,” she observes through a moan, eyes fixed on the way your walls clench wildly around her digits. “come on, mi vida, let go.”

you're unable to provide her with an answer—a choked moan taking the place of your words instead, your entire body trembling with how much harder your second orgasm hits you. this time, daniela slows her motions, fingers pumping in a little deeper than before, dragging out your orgasm as long as she could. her tongue collects everything she can, moaning gently into your core at the taste.

“lo hiciste muy bien, cariño,” she coos, lips trailing soft kisses up the expanse of your stomach, dragging up your body until she reaches your own lips. she presses a deeper kiss on to your mouth, full of love and care.

a hum is all you can reply with, eyes fluttering shut, arms wrapping sleepily around her body and pulling her closer, bare skin flush against bare skin. you exhale deeply, spent, and daniela just smirks.

“y'know soph is gonna be on our ass tomorrow morning,” you mumble.

she shrugs. “can't be that bad.”

──────

“...avanzini llorente,”

“wha—hey, what i'd do this time?”

your eyelids flutter open slowly, the stern tone of sophia's voice floating through the hallway and spilling into your and daniela's bedroom through the crack left in the door.

a sigh. “you cannot do that again. like—ever.”

you blink, still bleary, push the sheets away from your body and look over at the window, curtains still drawn. even through the blackout fabric, you can tell that the sun's just started to rise, and as you look to your side, nobody's there. the sheets are warm beneath you, but as you reach over, the empty side is cold. faint echoes of voices continue in the halls.

shuffling off the bed, you snag daniela's shirt from the back of her desk chair, pull it over your head, and pad down the hall.

“it wasn't just loud,” sophia scolds, her tone firm and clipped. “it was obnoxiously loud. like i was in a movie theater. i had dialogue.”

daniela groans. “okay, but—”

“no,” sophia cuts her off. firm. final. then she continues, “lara literally texted me ‘are they filming a reboot of X in there.’”

“that i did,” lara says, deadpan.

you round the corner into the kitchen not long after, hair a mess, legs still weak, trying to blink the sleep out of your system.

daniela's standing there in her sweatpants and a tank top, looking like a kid who just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. the moment her eyes land on you, she perks up, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“hey,” she says softly, almost hopefully. “you're awake.”

sophia doesn't even turn around. “don't say hi to her. you need to focus.”

the latina frowns. “hey, wait—what about her? she was the one moaning like a—”

the filipina slams her mug down. “yeah, and remind me again who was the one that created that problem in the first place?”

and then, if it couldn't get any worse, megan comes in from down the hall, hair tousled, hoodie thrown on lazily, expression tired and mad at the same time. “i'm not even fully awake yet and i know far too much about your sex lives,” she grumbles, though there's a ghost of a teasing smirk on her lips.

she brushes past daniela to get a mug from the cabinet. “we have rehearsal today—you do know that, right?”

right on cue, manon follows—wrapped up in a blanket like she was too comfortable to leave bed without it.

“you two are way too freaked out to be living in a house full of people.”

meanwhile, you're still leaning against the wall, trying not to laugh as your eyes dart between the five girls. when you see the look on your girlfriend's face, you almost break.

her jaw is on the floor. offended. “okay, okay—pause. why am i the only one being attacked right now?!”

lara yawns. “because you sounded like you were in one of those wattpad fanfictions.”

megan chimes in, “and you were the one calling y/n ‘mi amor’ every five seconds.”

“you said ‘good girl’ three times. three,” manon adds, punctuating her words with pointing out three fingers.

you choke on a laugh.

and that's when daniela turns to you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, betrayed. “are you seriously laughing right now?” she scoffs.

“i mean… you did say all those things.”

“i hate all of you.”

letters. AYYYYY first katseye fic !!!! do we fw this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

tags. @bilssturns @sacredgene @kianthegirlkisser @sseradiary1ry @smokenblk @dragoneyelashart

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i wanna make a fic based of party 4 u by charli xcx, but i gotta finish these fics 😭

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{☆} ─ my future. . .billie eilish

sypnosis: you and billie think about your futures over some breakfast.

warnings: angst, crying, reader having a midlife crisis, comforting!billie, slight panic attack (by reader), idk if this qualifies as cheating but reader is in billies bed, i think that's all ! 💗

HAPPIER THAN EVER- WRITING MARATHON

you woke up in billies bed, your mind foggy with sleep and grogginess. memories of what had happened last night came rushing back to you. billie was in bed, arms around you like a vice. you weren't supposed to feel like this. you had a boyfriend! although, he treated you horribly, called you names, and treated you like an object. he also cheated on you on a daily basis, so you justified it with that. you checked your phone and saw that he had sent you a million texts, demanding to know where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing. you ran a hand through your hair before you turned off your phone and sniffled, quickly wiping your tears. you couldn't do this anymore. but, everytime you wanted to break up with him, you regretted it. so, you were trapped. a prisoner in a bird cage. it was almost like she could read your mind and hear your sniffles and she gripped knto you tighter, her warmth and her perfume invading your senses.

you sighed and inhaled in her scent, enjoying the feeling of being in her bed rather than your boyfriends. you turned your head to get a quick glance of her in her sleeping state, her breathing was soft, her blonde and beautiful hair a little messy, her sleeping soundly next to you was all probably too much to ask for. but, you couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked. you tucked a hair behind her ear and could've sworn you saw her crack a small smile. it was endearing. you loved it.

hours later, you checked your phone and saw that it was 11:30 AM. you got up to go find something to eat, and saw billie in the kitchen, humming to a pop song and cooking breakfast. you sat down. right as you sat down, she said, "good mornin' sleepyhead! made you breakfast, thought you'd be hungry."

she put some pancakes and bacon and eggs on a plate and you sighed, eating it slowly. "damn, you always devour pancakes and bacon and eggs. who are you and what have you done to my slightly clueless and awesome best friend?"

you chuckle and say, "very funny. i'm just..tired."

she looks confused and says, "but you went to sleep super early last night. you cannot be tired," and drizzled some syrup on your pancakes. you rolled your eyes and said, "maybe cause you fucked me into oblivion last night. and, i just have a lot on my mind."

she poured a some coffee into a cup and handed it over to you with a hint of amusement on her face, "what's on your mind, y/n?"

you sipped it delicately and set it down on the saucer before saying, "oh, ya know. my job, a terrible boyfriend, meeting you again. it's a lot of weight to carry," you said, taking another sip.

"i understand, but sometimes maybe you should consider...getting rid of some of the weight?" she said.

you were about to take another sip, but then you raised a confused eyebrow and sat your cup down, "what do you mean?"

"well...you could break up with your boyfriend, take a break from modeling for a bit, and i know reuniting with me isn't gonna be easy. but, we'll get through it. together," and she squeezed your hand.

"listen billie, if i broke up with ashen, i wouldn't be alive. and i can't take a break, modeling is all i know!" you sighed.

"y/n, obviously dating him is a red flag. how do you not see that? and i'm sure your boss will understand if you take a few weeks or months off of work. it's not gonna kill you," she said softly.

you sighed and ran your hands through your hair, "i know, billie. but that job is the only way i can pay off my student loans. i was a broke college student when i applied for them and it'll probably take forever to pay them off," you chugged your coffee and placed it on the saucer.

you chuckled and wringed your fingers together before saying, "hey, billie..do you think we'll be like this forever? you know, discussing our futures together and giggling like dumb teenagers over breakfast?"

she shrugged and said, "i don't know, maybe. but i can definitely asure you we'll always be laughing like dumb teenagers over breakfast, like old times," she said, chuckling and bit and ruffling your hair.

"yeah, hopefully. i thought about my future, but i want it now. with you.." you admitted, shocking her a bit. "same. i won't leave this time, i promise."

she squeezed your hand in hers for emphasis and you knew she was telling the truth.

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈’𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 💌: im actually proud of this one ngl, i wanted to make something fluffy instead of angst like most of the ones ive been putting out (unfortunately the next one is angsty 😭). enjoy reading ! 💞

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i wanna change my whole theme ugh 😭

(new fic coming soon ! 🥹)

[angeleilishhh]

absolute cinema

(something to feed yall while i make the next fic‼️🥹)

❀ here with me

♫ now playing . . . track two: here with me

warnings. smut, fingering, oral, first times, mentions of underage drinking, softdom!billie, sub!reader, playful arguments, fluff.

synopsis. you and billie go through a through an old photo book expecting to just skim the pages, though the memories seem to hit you two harder than you'd both originally expected.

words. 2.7k

letters. okay wait i was on a roll with these first few fics hello????? hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did !!

PETALS TO THORNS WRITING MARATHON

waves crash gently against the shore, casting a faint breeze along the expanse of the sand and anyone who was sitting along the beachfront—which, currently, meant you and billie. curled up on a towel just a few feet away from where the water reached the land.

however, neither of you are focused on the waves or the pretty view of the sky.

rather, a photo book.

the item almost feels sacred after all these years of being with billie. after all the memories. the good and the bad ones.

you almost feel like crying as you carefully flip the page, landing on a picture from your junior year—from the day billie asked you to prom in the school cafeteria in front of everyone. and, purposefully, in front of the guy who had been crushing on you since freshman year.

though now, the small detail sounds rather silly. especially since there's a pretty, shimmering diamond ring on your middle finger. an indication of loyalty.

devotion.

forever and always.

the wedding was everything you imagined and more—secluded, only family members and close friends, tucked away in an undisclosed area where the media and paparazzi couldn't even begin to find.

"remember this?" billie asks, tilting her head and pointing to a photo on the right page.

you lean closer, and as soon as you set your eyes on the picture, the memories come flooding back into your mind.

it's a selfie—a blurry one, but still so nostalgic it makes your heart twist—coincidentally on the same beach you're resting on right now. but the two of you are soaked head-to-toe in the photo, much younger, and so stressed it has you giggling.

you remember that whole week very well.

the pressure of finals, new assignments, and even more chaos and drama outside of school. billie suggested you come with her to study on the beachfront, said that she'd "be serious this time."

news flash: she wasn't. at all.

she was quite the opposite. not even ten minutes into studying and she was already whining and complaining about how she'd rather fail than cram everything into her brain. you'd brushed off all her comments pretty well, kept focused.

well, until she started crumpling up her empty scratch paper and throwing it at you.

"billie, i swear to god," you warn through grit teeth, eyeing her.

she just grins. "come on, y/n. you can't actually be enjoying yourself right now. matter of fact, look me in the eyes and say it with a straight face."

you blink. unimpressed. "you're right, i'm not. but i also won't enjoy myself if either of us fail, so pick up your pen and start writing—"

"pick up your pen and start writing," billie mocks, voice a pitch higher like she's trying to match your tone.

and that's what really sets you off.

"billie eilish pirate baird o'connell," you seethe, gaze sharp.

her grin just widens, nearly reaching her ears as she scrambles out of her seat and runs off. her hair catches the wind as she sprints away from you, cackling like the whole situation is anywhere near funny. and to her, it is.

to you? not so much.

but you run after her anyway, leaving your notebooks and bags unattended on the—now empty—picnic table as you prance down the beach.

billie kicks her shoes and socks off somewhere in the midst of running, looping back around to throw them under the table before wandering off closer to the where the water splashed.

you don't stop for a minute, feet never slowing. you nearly catch her just as she's about to run into the water—then you lose your footing, slipping on a wet patch of sand and tumbling into the cold water of the ocean.

billie freezes for a moment, jaw dropping, eyes widening in shock. however, the reaction that follows isn't one of fear or worry. it's laughter. hands on her knees, howling laughter.

meanwhile, you're gasping as you lift your head above the water, trying to wipe away the burn in your eyes from the salt. your clothes stick to you like a second skin now—uncomfortable and distracting.

"holy shit, dude," billie manages through her laugh attack, clutching her chest. "are you okay?"

her eyes meet yours, crinkled at the edges with a sign of a smile—though your expression is much different. it's frustrated, a little sad. very exasperated.

so, billie takes a subtle step in the water to check the temperature—then, without much hesitation, dives into the ocean with a larger smile on her face than you've seen all day. you gasp again, lighter this time. and that's when a smile of your own starts to pull up on your lips.

when she surfaces again, she's the one drenched and gasping for air. you're the one to laugh this time—a small, airy giggle from the back of your throat as you watch billie blink frantically to get rid of the sting. it doesn't work, so she just groans louder than necessary.

"you're such an idiot," you sigh, trying to bite back a smile.

billie doesn't make any effort to hide hers, neither does she try to hide the look of awe and admiration swirling deep in her eyes.

she leans closer, wrapping a dripping arm around your shoulders. "an idiot that's also your loving, courageous, inspirational girlfriend."

you roll your eyes. "i hate you."

her lips meet yours unexpectedly, the taste of salt on her lips very apparent. you grimace at the taste, still not accustomed to it even after getting a mouthful earlier.

"no you don't," she whispers, pressing one last kiss to your cheek. "if you did, we wouldn't be swimming right now."

"we're not swimming, billie."

"should've thought about that before you decided to take a dip," she shrugs.

you splash water her way, earning another round of loud laughter and a playfully growled, "oh, you wanna play that game?"

billie smiles at the memory, eyes drifting to you. the same fond smile plays on your face as a re-run plays in your head. then you flip the page. a picture of you and billie sitting in your family's old living room, a stack of uno cards placed in the center around your family.

it was the first time she had dinner with them, along with the first night she'd been allowed to sleep over—and properly meet your entire family since it was over winter break.

you'd always talked about how crazy your family was, but when she came over and got tangled up in a game of uno when everyone settled after dinner, she knew they'd be even crazier.

billie was also aware of how insane she got whenever playing the rathed emotional card game. nonetheless, she agreed.

which is how she got here: sat cross-legged beside you, placing her second-to-last card down on the stack.

a reverse.

"uno," billie whistles, eyeing the rest of your family with a sheepish smile.

due to the nature of the card, you were next in line. and, with a sly smile, you pluck a card from your deck, wink at billie, and set it down atop of hers.

silence for a moment.

then everybody processes the action of the card.

draw four.

billie would've pounced on you if there wasn't an audience—all related to you—present. instead, she offers a tight-lipped smile and gives you the finger as your family laughs around the circle.

she grabs four cards from the second stack in the middle and goes through her options. her eyes light up, and you don't miss it.

draw four.

sent directly to your brother.

a string of gasps and laughter.

it doesn't stop there. not when your brother slams down the same card.

then your mom throws on another one. then your dad, then your uncle.

the noise never falters—not even for a moment. it only gets louder as your aunt simply places down another draw four. it's sent right back to you.

billie's nearly gasping for air with how loud she's screaming along with your relatives, laughing at the flabbergasted look on your face. it's brief, however, as you slide one more draw four card onto the stack.

her jaw drops lower than you've ever seen, and the screams and howls of laughter ring out all throughout the house.

"dude, what the hell?" billie shouts through her barely-contained laughter, slapping your arm gently.

"rules are rules," you purr.

billie's eyes widen. "y/n, that's a full twenty cards!"

your brother cackles. chimes in, "shouldn't have played that reverse card, o'connell."

she just smiles, shaking her head as she counts out loud every time she snags a card from the deck. then she sits back, eyeing the twenty five cards she's now left with. she peers over them with a scowl.

then, quietly, she sets down her chosen card.

draw four.

you shake your head as the screams of terror and enjoyment echo in your mind. and with the way billie's eyes are narrowed when you glance over, you're sure she still remembers how salty she was after the chaos was over.

she skips the next page, murmuring under her breath about how it was rigged.

"oh shit," you gasp. quiet. billie stops.

your fingers tap at one photo in the corner of a page, a small one that isn't anywhere near the center of attention beside the bigger pictures.

billie smiles. "pierce's birthday, right?"

you hum, eyes skimming over the aspects of the picture. another selfie. less blurry this time—surprising. especially since the two of you were drunk out of your minds. way too drunk for a pair of dumb, horny teenagers under low strobe lights.

billie had practically begged you to tag along with her once she got the invite via text, sending a voice note that went something along the lines of, "please, baby, i don't wanna talk to that asshole and his friends the whole night."

and, even though you weren't a guest that pierce initially invited, everyone seemed to really know and get along with you—even the pretty boys on the soccer team who only ever hung around the cheerleaders.

but after a couple drinks to ease your nerves, you were practically attached to billie by the hip—and the lips.

neither of you can recall how anything before the heated touches began. all you do remember is dragging billie down to a spare bedroom and giggling your entire way there.,

and then the heat. the slowness. the security of it all.

it was the first time—for both of you—which resulted in lots of nervous pauses and check-ins with each other.

billie leaned over you, one hand planted beside your head on the mattress as the other slowly danced along your skin, descending between your legs.,

"open wider for me, sweet girl," she purrs, gentle. patient. not demanding at all. her voice was rather nervous.

you obey, spreading your legs slowly and without much hesitancy. your breath catches when you feel her fingers prodding at your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties. your hips lift, trying to chase the pleasurable sensation.

kissing your forehead, she murmurs, "that feels good, doesn't it?"

"so good," you breathe, heart fluttering.

she hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, eyes snapping up to you in a way to silently ask for permission. you nod, and billie smiles softly, slowly dragging the fabric down your thighs. giving you time to stop her if you need to.

when you don't, billie tugs them off your ankles and tosses them aside on the bed, her full focus directed on you again.

"tell me if you want me to stop," she murmurs, gaze swirling with worry and affection.

you nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

she nods along after you, then settles between your legs like she belongs there. her hands find your sides, pushing under the fabric of your top and feeling along the expanse of your stomach. you shiver.

and that's when her lips find your hip, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down to your thigh. she sucks gently on the sensitive part of your inner thigh, earning a few whimpers from deep in your throat.

"bil," you moan.

she freezes. "too much?"

you shake your head immediately. "no—it... it feels good. keep goin', please."

her shoulders relax at the reassurance, nodding again and ducking her head back down. this time, her mouth hovers over where you want her the most, breath fanning along your cunt.

your breath catches at the warmth, fingers pulling at the sheets. "please."

and she doesn't hesitate a second longer, tongue dragging a slow line from your entrance to your puffy bundle of nerves. she continues once she hears your soft breathing, quickly getting pulled in by the sweet taste of your arousal.

she leaves gentle kitten-licks over your clit, lips wrapping around the bud and experimentally sucking. your back arches off the mattress, and a louder, breathier moan rolls off your tongue.

"oh my god," you gasp, head pressing back into the pillows.

billie's fingers trace idle shapes on your soft skin, tongue following a pattern like she's trying to memorize how you feel. how you taste. everything and more.

then her tongue dips into your entrance, one of her hands slowly dropping between your legs. she presses gentle circles onto your clit with her index and middle fingers, and that's when the warmth in your lower stomach starts to get hotter.

"bil, i—it feels weird," you mumble through a string of moans. yet your hips keep rolling.

her fingers don't slow. instead, she raises her head a bit. "good or bad?" she murmurs.

your eyes flutter shut. "good—feels s'good."

she smiles. "gonna cum for me, then, yeah?"

all you can respond with is a frantic nod, your body trembling. you fight the urge to close your legs, the sensation building quickly but also too fast for you to register.

then the knot snaps, and you swear you see stars behind your eyelids.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, pussy fluttering around her tongue.

billie presses soft kisses to your thighs as she helps you come down, fingers coming to a slow stop once she feels your hands pushing at her arm due to the overwhelming feeling.

"yeah, there you go," billie coos, retracting her hand. her eyes fall to your weeping entrance, biting her lip at how much you'd came.

"fuck," she rasps, heart stuttering in her chest. "you're so beautiful, baby."

she nudges your shoulder after a moment, laughing quietly as she watches your cheeks flush a subtle shade of pink. "gotta be the best memory in my book."

you scoff, playful. "oh, shut up."

so she does. not because she's done teasing, but because she can't take her eyes off you. even after all these years, all the fights, all the kisses and everything in between, you're still as beautiful as you were when she met you in the 6th grade.

and when you look over at her, gaze locking with hers, you can't seem to pull your eyes away from her either. the soft crinkle at the corners of her eyes, the gentle strands of dark hair mixed with light gray ones.

a cheesy smile pulls at the corners of her lips, and her smile lines only become more apparent. one of your favorite features of hers.

"what?" you giggle.

she shakes her head, arm wrapping around your shoulder as she shuts the book. "nothin', you just never fail to make me smile."

your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at her comment, scooting closer on the towel and resting your head on her shoulder.

the two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, watching the sun rise along the coast. feeling the minutes pass, and somehow even feeling how the years to come will be like. as you two grow old together.

"i wish we could live through every memory again," you whisper, a small lump forming in your throat.

billie hears the small shake in your voice. it's not a worried one. it's content. "we are right now, love."

you sniffle. raise your head to look over at her, a small smile playing on your lips.

all the time you two have spent waiting for the light to take you in have definitely been the greatest moments of your life. and, as you stare into her eyes, you're sure she feels the same—if not stronger.

"i love you," you whisper.

she smiles. "i love you more. forever."

tags. @mseilishmwah @sophloveswomen @bilscutie @livvydunneness @chxhir0 @tan1shere @cierraonline @dandelions4us @scarlittt @ifwdominicfike @slxtarchive @bilsdillldough @47lake @hopingforgoodblogs @mybluebossanova @fleurfiles @justtr @greenbttrflyy @billsbaby @bilsova @lottiepierce @northlndnisred @asterisk-eyes @dragoneyelashart @xxangelfarrlzxx @ilomiloblohshh @hanoxoxo @meliciousmel13 @jul3esz @rightarion @eilishssiennaa @skinnyhmhas @dragoneyelashart @thinkshespretty @cnnibalize @canthelpit0 @hailwiggly @karaeilish @bilswifee @drunkinyourbenz @aka-persephone @bitchesbrokenpromises @jayjaywetforbils @slvt4subchratt @cantlandonmyfeet @tezzzzzzzz @emi-inspace @sacred3ugene @ariieeesworld

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{☆} ─ billie bossa nova. . .billie eilish

sypnosis: billie invites you over for a "surprise"...only to find out she's recording a video of you guys having sex.

warning: SMUTTTT, fingering, titty sucking, a bit of arguing (with the readers bf), semi-public sex (the window is gigantic and doesn't have any shades), oral (reader receiving, i would've said fem receiving but theyre both females so i didn't want to confuse yall ur welcome 💞), usage of "slut" and "cheating whore", aftercare at the end, dom!billie, sub!reader, etc

HAPPIER THAN EVER- WRITING MARATHON

you were just watching a reality dating show with your boyfriend when your phone rang. "hey, babe, i'm gonna take this. i'll be back," you said and he nodded, not even looking at you as you left the room. you didn't even need to look at the contact name and picked up, hearing billies excited tone through the speakers.

"hey, girl! how are you?" she asked you, making you chuckle tiredly. you yawned before answering, "not great. i just got done with this huge modeling job in los angeles, so i didn't much sleep last night," you said in a raspy voice, yawning once more before readjusting your hair clip.

"damn, should you get some rest? you sound like a dying witch," she jokingly said. you chuckled and mumbled, "shut up," before she continued.

"anyways...wanna come over to my place? i got a surprise for you," she said. her voice seemed more sultry and had...a hint of seductiveness? you couldn't tell.

"whyyy?" you said in an exaggerated tone before she said, "you'll see," and hung up. you sighed and threw on a sweater and a denim skirt before grabbing your phone and purse and before you walk to the door, your boyfriend asks, "where do you think you're going?" while leaning on the wall.

"i'm going over to a friends place," you replied, your shoulders slowly tensing up. "really? or is it a guy?"

you rolled your eyes and said defensively, "c'mon, baby, don't be like that. i would never cheat on you..! you know that,"

he grabs your wrists and says, "you're not going anywhere. you're staying right here with me,"

you broke free from his grasp and you said, "first of all, i am not a puppet you can control. i have a right to go out when i want to and you are in no position to keep me here. you are not my parents. i'm going out and you're not gonna stop me,"

"oh, really? you think you're all high and mighty now, huh?" he says, putting his hands on his hips.

"i don't think i'm anything ashen. i'm just defending myself. is that a crime?" you sighed and folded your arms.

"y'know what? i can't take your bitchiness right now. i'm going to the club with my friends, don't wait up for me, alright?" before you could respond, he pushed you aside and walked out, slamming the door in your face. that was it. that was your breaking point. you slumped down to the floor, back against the wall, and started crying. your life wasn't supposed to be like this. abusive parents, abusive boyfriend, and now you're crying in your apartment because of a stupid argument. maybe in the next life, your life wouldn't be this shitty. you doubted it. you had a crying session for 15 minutes before you got up and redid your makeup, putting on your best poker face and left to go to billies place.

her place wasn't that far from yours and it only took 10 minutes before you got there, only to be greeted with a note on the door that said, "it's open ;)". confused, you opened it to see a trail of rose petals leading to billies room. "okay, this is insane. billie! billieee! where are you?" you called out, but got no response. you were kinda scared now, because she mostly always was in the house or in her studio working on something. you finally got to her bedroom and there was a cirle of rose petals on the center of the bed before you saw a note that said "turn around ;)" and you said, "okay, billie this is crazy-" and saw her sitting there with a smug smile on her face and she stood up and pushed you on the bed, kissing you roughly. hungrily. like she wanted this for years. you pushed her off and said, "billie! i have a boyfriend! why are you kissing me?"

she chuckled and said, "oh please. don't act like you haven't wanted this for years. i've seen the way you look at me, like you want me but are too scared to say it yet," you looked at her and said, "you're craz-" before she kissed you again, this time it was bruising and heated. you then noticed the ring light and the tripod and the camera and immediately put two and two together. she was recording this.

"are you seriously recording this, billie?! what the fuck?!" you yelled. she shushed you and said, "c'mon. i'm not gonna show anyone. it's for my eyes and my eyes only," she promised. "you sure?" you asked, clearly skeptical. she nodded and you slightly calmed down afterwards, before she kissed you hungrily again. she ripped of your sweater and shirt before throwing them aside and she said, "no bra? you're such a slut," and she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples, making you yelp. she kissed her way down to your thighs and gripped your hips with a bruising force. she ripped off your thong and threw it aside, running a finger up and down your wet slit. "such a pretty little cunt...and all wet f'me."

you glared at her, but couldn't respond because of the thong in your mouth. "does your boyfriend know you're a cheating whore, hm?" and she gave you that smirk that made you blush. she stuck a finger inside of you and you couldn't control the moan that escapes your lips, and she smirks. she wraps her lips around the sensitive bud and you let out a yelp.

"please, bils..." you whimpered, grinding your hips against her as her tongue flicks up and down on your clit. "such a desperate little slut, aren't you?"

you glared at her and she smirked before inserting a second finger into your wet heat. you jolted and moaned so loud you're sure the entire neighborhood could hear it.

"so wet and perfect f'me, baby.."

"it feels so good, bils. faster, please," you desperately said, as you grinded against her fingers. she stops and goes slower, she's obviously torturing you.

"you take my fingers so well..what a slut," she said, obliging your wishes and going faster. she could feel you clenching around her fingers and she went harder and harder.

"i'm gonna cum, bils..!" you whined, gripping her hair really tight. "go on, cum f'me, you cheating whore," she said, increasing her pace.

those words were enough to send you over the edge and you screamed out her name loud enough for the neighbors to hear it. she pulled her fingers out and brought them to your mouth to suck them. "suck," she ordered. you sucked your own release on billies fingers and she pulled them away. she went over to the phone and turned it off. you went over to your clothes and put them back on. she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you, climbing onto the bed and cuddling with you. you felt safe..like there was a barrier that could protect you and her. like, you found home...

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 💌: hey chat, sorry if yall don't lkke this one, i feel like the smut part was kinda weird, maybe because i had never written smut before lmao. and sorry if it feels rushed 😭🥹

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{☆} ─ i didn't change my number. . .billie eilish

sypnosis: you meet up with the mystery person who texted you and realized it's your old friend billie.

warnings: argument (with billie), crying, mentions of suicide attempts, mentions of terrible parents, billie being mean (kinda), some fluff at the end (idk if the end qualifies as fluff but here ya go ig 😭🫰)

HAPPIER THAN EVER - WRITING MARATHON

ever since that text, you've been thinking about who that person was. a coworker? a scammer? a crazed fan? it could be anyone, honestly. you just didn't know who. you clutched the phone in your hand, overthinking if you should answer this person or not. you thought about all the possibilities that could occur if you did answer this mystery person. they could be a scammer, a crazy fan who could come into your house and kidnap you in the middle of the night, that coworker you hate who got your number from someone at your job, the possibilities were endless! you finally decided to swallow your pride and text them back with, "hello? who is this? how did you get my number?"

they texted back almost instantly. hm, must've been waiting for your text. "my name is billie, i'm cleaning out my old contacts, i never texted you until now. and who are you?"

you almost dropped the phone in shock when you read the name. billie. no...it can't be. you read it over and over again to check that your eyes weren't deceiving you. they weren't. the name stuck with you for a few seconds before you came back to reality and texted her back with shaky hands, "i'm y/n."

the little texting bubble popped up and she said, "y/n? i don't think i know you, are we old friends or something?"

you sighed and ran a hand through your hair, your lips quivering. you knew you couldn't drop a bombshell on her like that, but you had to tell her the truth. "yes, we're old friends. but we drifted apart after you slowly became more and more famous."

a few seconds went by before she texted back, "wait, y/n?! it's you?!"

you chuckled a bit through your tears, "yeah, it's me. wow, i can't believe how long it's been. how you've been?"

she replies back with, "i've been doing good i released my newest album happier than ever. its a hit, everyones listening to it!"

you smiled with joy once you saw her excited tone in the text, that's how she always texted when she got excited about something. the way her eyes lit up when she got excited, it was one of the main things you liked about her. no, loved. you still had a major crush on her and wanted her really bad, you just didn't know how to tell her. you decided to meet her and catch up with her.

"hey, i have an idea. wanna meet up and walk our dogs like old times?" you texted her after a few minutes of being in your thoughts.

she texted back after a few seconds, "sure! i'm doing nothing besides watching the office and devouring takis."

you laughed lightheartedly before replying, "ok! i'll text you my address. cya!"

after a few seconds she replies, "cya y/n!"

you turn off your phone and get ready to see her. you wear some jeans and an off shoulder top with sneakers and put on a bandana you had lying around and you walk out with your hand wrapped around your dogs leash, nervous but excited to see your old friend. after an hour, she walks up and once your eyes see her, you feel a tinge of blush take over your face. she changed, truly. her hair was blonde, she had those ocean blue eyes that you've grown to adore, she had also changed her style a bit. it reminded you of the downtown or the casual style. you loved it, it made you happy to see her getting comfortable in her own style. you suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when your dog nuzzled her nose against your leg, indicating that she was impatient and wanted to get going. "shh, shh, dior. we'll get going, be patient." you cooed, and she calmed down a little. billie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow saying, "dior? isn't that a fashion brand? well...i can't complain cuz i named my dog shark."

now you got confused and raised an eyebrow in a slightly judgy tone, "shark? what about when you scream that out and people get scared thinking there's an actual shark? and what happened to pepper?" you said. she suddenly tensed up, clearly uncomfortable with the subject and said, scratching her head, "pepper died...and i got this little goofball in april so..he's been with me for a while."

"i'm sorry for your loss, billie. pep was a great dog," you said while resting a hand on her shoulder. you sometimes called pepper "pep" because you thought it sounded cool. normally, you sometimes did it to piss billie off. "yeah...she was. i miss her sometimes," she said in a slightly sad tone. dior was whimpering now, clearly wanting to go. "fine, fine. we'll get going.."

you guys walked for a pretty long time in awkward silence as your dogs did the ocassional barking and growling at other dogs. billie asked after a few minutes in silence, "so, how has it been?"

that was it. the grueling question you didn't want to answer, like, at all. you didn't want to tell her about your abusive relationship, your failing mental health AND relationship with your parents, and the fact that you had thoughts of ending it all. it was torturous and a never-ending cycle of hurt, pain, and guilt. but, you had to tell her the truth, even if it meant hurting the one person you loved.

"my life has been shitty, my boyfriend is shitty, and my parents are shitty. so, to sum it up, pretty horrible," you half-jokingly said. she stopped right when you finished that sentence and stared at you with a stare that meant "what the fuck?" and "damn..." mixed into one.

"w-why didn't you tell me?" she asked, and you stared at her like she was the dumbest person ever. "one, we never talked before you randomly texted me. two, you probably had better things to do than listen to my sob story. and three, you never knew of my existence until now!" you yelled. your dogs were whimpering and they were pretty scared. "so, just because we used to be friends gives you the right to not tell me what was going on? i would've dropped everything to come comfort you in a heartbeat! you're acting like i wouldn't!"

"you just fucking found out about me last night billie. did you expect me to tell you my life story to you? i was just a random stranger until i revealed myself to you! i'm not just about to tell you my problems just because we just found out about each other again, that's stupid, fucked, and just all around weird!"

"you just fucking found out about me last night billie. did you expect me to tell you my life story to you? i was just a random stranger until i revealed myself to you! i'm not just about to tell you my problems just because we just found out about each other again, that's stupid, fucked, and just all around weird!" you yelled. she ran her hands through her hair and said in a sarcastic tone, "so, you just had the bright idea to bottle up your emotions and your trauma just because you didn't want to tell your old friend? that's a great idea, don't you think?"

you sighed and felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes before you wiped them away and said, "i know it's not right, but i just wanted to feel loved and appreciated by someone because my parents..never showed me the love i needed or wanted. the only time they ever showed me love is when they had to, but they never showed it behind closed doors. it hurt, like a lot. because your parents are supposed to love and care for you and treat you like a human being. they never did. my mom either went out to parties and slept with countless guys or was out doing every drug this land offers. my dad tried, but he was doing the bare minimum and only showed up for the Father-Daughter dances. i literally attempted suicide 4 times because of them, because i never felt loved. but when ashen came along, i thought i had hit the relationship and love jackpot, because i thought i would get the love i needed but never got. but he treats me like shit and only cares about himself. so, it's back to square one i guess."

"why didn't you tell me, y/n," she asked, clearly hurt. you sighed and said, "again, you just found out about me last night billie."

she backed down and said, "right. well, if anything happens, tell me. i'm not going anywhere, i swear."

"i believe you," you said. after the walk, you and billie said your goodbyes and you walked back to your apartment, exhausted and wanting to take a shower and get some rest. so, you did exactly that. a few weeks went by and you guys went back to texting almost every second like the good ol' days. you guys texted about almost everything. your jobs, your personal life, which outfit you should wear for the day, what movies you should watch, etc. she would sometimes come to hang out too and you guys mostly baked and hate-watched cringy chick flicks just because. she was slowly healing your inner child and she didn't even realize it. your only question was; would this thing last?

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈’𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 💌: sorry this fic took so damn long to put out, i had a bunch of ideas i wanted to put in here but i realized some of them were too cliché, too weird, or had holes in the context. but i finally got it out ! sooo...enjoy ! 🫶