#✍🏻—sev creates

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prompt 18 pleaseee

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18. "I missed youu."

You weren’t supposed to fall asleep. You swore you’d stay up, promised yourself you’d wait just a little longer. The time difference was brutal—Billie’s tour schedule had her bouncing across cities like clockwork, while you remained at home, curled up in bed with your phone clutched tightly in your hand.

You blink awake to the soft buzz of a FaceTime call.

“Baby,” her voice comes through the speaker, raspy and low. “You up?”

You answer with a sleepy groan, flipping over and squinting at the screen. And there she is. Billie, hoodie pulled over her messy blonde hair, freckles prominent under the soft yellow hotel light, smiling like you just gave her oxygen. God, she looks tired—but that doesn’t stop her from beaming at you like you’re the sun she’s been chasing all day.

“I missed youu,” she says, dragging the words out, voice laced with that signature sleepy pout she saves just for you.

Your chest clenches at the sound. “I missed you more,” you mumble, blinking back the blur in your eyes. “You look exhausted, B.”

She shrugs. “Show was crazy. But I couldn’t go to bed without seeing you.”

There’s a pause. Just the sound of her breathing and the quiet crinkle of hotel sheets as she shifts. She sets the phone down, angled just right so you can see her stretched across the bed, one hand under her cheek, the other lazily reaching toward the screen like she could touch you if she tried hard enough.

“I hate being away from you,” she whispers.

You press the phone to your cheek, as if the glass could transfer warmth. “I know. I hate it too.”

She watches you for a while, silent, eyes drinking you in like she’s memorizing every feature all over again. “Wanna come with me next time?” she asks. “I don’t care if it’s messy or chaotic. I just… I want you there.”

You bite your lip. That offer’s been floating between you two for weeks, always hinted at but never spoken outright like this. “You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it.” Her voice breaks a little, too soft, too sincere. “I need you. You’re the only thing that makes me feel like myself.”

And for a moment, the loneliness, the distance, the thousands of miles between you—none of it matters. Because she’s there. And you’re here. And somehow, that’s enough.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Next time, I’ll be there.”

She grins, eyes fluttering closed. “Good. Now sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You fall asleep to the sound of her breathing through the phone, the warmth of her love stretching across oceans just to reach you.

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˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ text convos if Billie was your girlfriend . . . Pt. 2

(I love hate making these)

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2 with pregnant!reader unable to get her cravings

⤷ god I love these types of ideas 🙏🏻

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2. "Your pouts ain't going to work on me." , "If I kiss you, will you stop pouting?

It’s 2:47 a.m.

You know because you’ve been staring at the digital clock for the past seventeen minutes, hoping—praying—that your craving would just magically disappear.

It doesn’t.

Your stomach twists in protest. Your body is warm under the covers, but your tastebuds? They’re screaming for something specific. And by specific, you mean irrationally impossible.

You roll over with a groan, belly full and round, and nudge Billie with a soft, “Babe…”

She doesn’t move.

You try again, more desperate this time. “Baaaabe.”

She stirs, making a soft little grumble, voice thick with sleep. “Wha’s wrong? You okay?”

“I need chocolate-dipped potato chips.”

Billie blinks blearily, one eye barely cracking open. “…What?”

You pout.

“I need them, B.” You’re not whining—but you are. You shuffle up into a seated position with effort, hand resting on your bump, trying not to cry about something that would be completely ridiculous if you weren’t 32 weeks pregnant and operating under the hormonal chaos of carrying a tiny human.

Billie finally rolls onto her back and rubs her face. “Baby, it’s the middle of the night.”

“I know.”

She squints at you. “The stores are closed.”

“I know.”

“Do we have any at home?”

“No,” you say, your voice trembling slightly. “I ate them yesterday.”

Billie sighs, long and slow, but not annoyed. Just adjusting to the situation like the seasoned partner she’s become over the past few months. She turns her head toward you, blinking up at your pout in the dim light from your nightstand.

“Your pouts ain't going to work on me,” she says, voice scratchy, lips curling into a half-smile.

You blink at her, lip trembling. “I think I’m gonna cry.”

“Oh no, don’t do that.” She shifts up immediately, groaning as she sits. “You’re seriously gonna cry over potato chips?”

“I don’t want to,” you murmur, lower lip jutted out. “But I want them so bad. My mouth hurts.”

Billie chuckles and scoots closer to you, cupping your face with both hands. “If I kiss you, will you stop pouting?”

You nod slowly, big eyes pleading.

She kisses you. Gently, sweetly. Her lips brush yours with the kind of love that makes you forget about all the frustration for a moment. And then she kisses your nose. Then your forehead. “There,” she says. “Better?”

You sigh. “A little.”

She stands up and stretches, yawning. “Alright, gimme a sec.”

You blink. “Where are you going?”

“To the kitchen. I’m gonna try to make some. We have chips, and I think there’s chocolate somewhere in the cabinet.”

Your eyes widen. “You’d do that?”

She looks at you like you’ve just insulted her. “I carried you to the car in the rain last week because you wanted a Slurpee. You think I wouldn’t melt some chocolate for my pregnant wife at 3 a.m.?”

You watch her shuffle out of the room in nothing but her boxers and one of your oversized sleep shirts that barely covers her thighs. The sight makes you giggle softly, despite the ache in your belly and the ridiculous craving still tormenting you.

Fifteen minutes later, Billie returns triumphantly with a plate. It’s a mess—chocolate half-drizzled, some chips broken—but it smells like heaven. You gasp, reaching for it like it’s a sacred offering.

“Don’t judge the presentation,” she says, crawling into bed beside you.

You take a bite, groaning dramatically. “Oh my god.”

Billie watches you like you’re the center of her universe. “Good?”

“Heavenly.”

You rest the plate on your bump and feed her one. “Here. You deserve it too.”

She smiles, licking a smudge of chocolate from her thumb. “You better save me a couple. I didn’t walk across cold tile in the dark to be left snackless.”

You lean into her, full and satisfied now, the craving finally quieted.

“You’re the best,” you mumble against her shoulder.

Billie kisses your temple. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You giggle, mouth full. “And you’re lucky I love you too.”

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Summary !! - Billie had troubles sleeping, though she loved some actual natural pillows especially when it was yours that she slept better.

Billie can't sleep. It's been months since she's had a good and decent amount of sleep, in fact she can count on one hand how many times she had a proper 6 hours of sleep. And those times where when she slept with you. Literally, slept in her best friend's bed and did nothing more.

She's sure that if the opportunity arose, she would've done something but each and every time she intended to do something while they were in bed, she was so exhausted and she just fell asleep the minute her head touched heavenly pillows, not just any pillows, but your pillows. She had even bought the same brand of your pillows but it hasn't worked yet. She also tried sleeping in your bed while you were doing night shifts at the hospital, but to no avail she couldn't sleep.

She didn't want to try pills.

She did try all the natural recipes that their friends suggested but again, nothing worked.

Nothing but you and your own natural pillows.

I mean your breasts.

Billie tossed and turns for the 10th time that night and enough is enough. She throws the covers off, feeling too hot to the touch. She feels the couple of drinks taking effect now and she's sure as hell that now that her inhibition is gone that she could shamelessly seek out what makes her sleep.

Truth to be told, and if she's really going to be honest with herself, she not only yearns to sleep but yearns to be with you in every way possible.

Why was it so hard for her to do it sober? Maybe someday she will get the courage.

Tonight? Tonight she only wants to sleep so that the impending headache she will have in the morning is not the only thing that will make her grumpy and insufferable.

So she paces in her room for a while before finally deciding to take a leap and go to your room.

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You heard groans and soft whines thru the wall. Seems like your best friend is having another sleepless night. You wished so much that you could help.

You had before, you know you can do it again but they haven't spoken since Billie went out a couple of hours ago without inviting you and then coming back drunk announcing it so.

They've been tiptoeing around their feelings ever since Billie fully slept the first night. Your chest providing the perfect opportunity for the so much needed sleep that was lacking in your best friend's life.

And it wasn't just the fact that Billie practically fell asleep on you but the way that she clung to you that night and that morning where mandatory morning cuddles were more intimate than what she had with her ex-girlfriend, it told her that there were feelings in between.

Then it happened again, and again and by the fifth time that it happened whenever you wanted to bring out the subject Billie would be in such high spirits for finally having a decent night sleep that she hadn't had it in her to crush such a good mood.

You were so engrossed into thinking about your best friend and the situation they have found themselves in that you almost got a heart attack when Billie enters your room and instantly you could see the drunken state of your best friend.

"Can I borrow a pillow?"

"Where are your pillows?" You asked with a laugh. Billie fidgets in her spot and scratches the back of her neck to come up with the perfect explanation, but she's too drunk to think of one, so she shrugs.

"You specifically bought a matching set of pillows identical to mine." You chuckled and grabbed one of your large pillows on the other side of the bed while Billie approaches you and then stops you while she drops herself on the bed and cuddles you. Billie wraps an arm around your waist and rests her head in your neck and part of your boobs and sighs contently.

Billie smiles against you and you cracked up. "Billie, my boobs are not pillow."

"Shhhh, you're offending them. They're the best pillows ever." She purrs and her hold tightens and you couldn't help but blush and hopes that your friend is too drunk to notice your elevated heartbeat or the fact that somehow your nipples were stiff and they're visible enough in your white tank top.

"They're not." You giggled and the fact that Billie was so wrapped around you. You felt Billie wrap herself even futher with her whole body.

"They so are. I can write a thousand sonnets about your boobs." She knows Billie can but right now you were too focused on the way that Billie sneaks a peek to your chest, smiles and drips a kiss at the top of them.

"How much did you drink?" You feel the content sigh that Billie lets out at the top of your breast and you can't help but to let one of you're own. Right now you're pretty content too.

Billie lifts her head enough so both of you could stare at each other's eyes. When they meet everything makes sense.

"Enough to still think that I want to stay here forever."

You give her a smile that Billie returns before she places her head back down her 'pillows'.

"I'm fine with that."

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Don't let me froget about this in the morning?"

"What? The fact that you told me my boobs are heavenly pillows and that you could write sonnets about them or the fact that you-"

"That I love you."

"Why would you forget it?"

"Because you haven't said it back." You feel Billie's heart quicken and beat loudly and you won't ever let her forget. "I love you too."

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You didn't need to make her remember. Billie does it on her own and she grins against the heavenly pillows once she wakes up and fully rested.

"Slept okay?"

Your voice cuts throught the comfortable silence.

"I told you they're the best pillows ever."

Yeah, she remembers.

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˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ text convos if Billie was your girlfriend . . .

(All convos were converted ;p ECKK THIS IS ACTUALLY MY FIRST TIME POSTING CONVOS LIKE THIS, ALSO THIS WAS JUST SITTING ON MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG)

Oh god this is all so short

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Reader is a normal girl and their relationship is discovered by the media and she receives alot of hate so billie comforts her

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You were always been an ordinary girl. You liked quiet moments, the sound of rain, and the way Billie looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

But now, the whole world was looking at you too—and they weren’t nearly as kind.

It started with one picture. Just one.

A single snapshot of Billie and you leaving a restaurant, fingers brushing, a fleeting moment turned into an internet storm. And then came the comments.

"Who is she?"

"She doesn’t deserve Billie."

"She’s nothing special."

"Billie could do so much better."

You tried to ignore it. Told yourself it didn’t matter. But it did. It did because no matter how much you loved Billie, no matter how safe you felt in her arms, you couldn’t silence the voice in your head whispering that maybe—just maybe—everyone else was right.

That night, you sat in the living room, scrolling through the endless flood of opinions you never asked for. The weight of it settled in your chest, pressing down until you could barely breathe.

You didn't hear Billie come in until soft footsteps stopped behind you.

"Y/n?"

You stiffened, quickly locking your phone. "You’re home late."

"Yeah." Billie's voice was careful, like she already knew something was wrong. "What’s going on?"

You exhaled, standing up too quickly. "Nothing. You must be tired. You should rest."

Billie took a step forward.

You took a step back.

"Don’t," you whispered.

Billie’s brows furrowed. "Don’t what?"

"Don’t touch me." You swallowed, voice unsteady. "I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you."

Silence.

Then, slowly, carefully, Billie stepped forward again—closer this time, closing the space between them.

You didn’t move. Didn’t run. You should have. But the warmth of Billie’s presence, the quiet steadiness of her breathing, made it impossible to leave.

And then—so softly yet so undeniably firm—Billie wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into a backhug.

You inhaled sharply, your whole body going rigid, but Billie didn’t let go. She just held you, arms secure yet gentle, as if she was trying to shield you from the whole damn world. "I don’t want to hear it," Billie murmured, voice a quiet command against your ear.

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell her she didn’t understand, but then Billie tilted her head down—and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of your neck.

You shivered.

"You don’t get to decide what I deserve," Billie whispered, lips brushing against your skin. Another kiss—this time on your shoulder, slow and tender. "I love you. I choose you." You squeezed your eyes shut. "Billie—"

Billie only tightened her arms, her lips trailing upward, leaving kisses wherever she could reach—along your neck, the curve of your jaw, the sensitive spot just below your ear. Each one is soft yet desperate, as if trying to make you feel everything words couldn’t say.

"You think they hate you?" Billie breathed between kisses. "Let them. I don’t care." Her lips found the back of your ear, pressing a kiss there that sent a shudder through you. "But don’t push me away."

Your hands trembled as they slowly came up to grasp Billie’s arms. Your grip was weak, unsure—but you didn’t pull away. Billie smiled against your skin, kissing your cheek, then your temple, before resting her chin on your shoulder.

"I’m scared," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," Billie murmured, tightening her embrace. "But I’ve got you. And I’m not going anywhere."

You let out a shaky breath, finally leaning into her. Letting yourself believe it.

Billie felt it—the way your weight slowly gave in, the tension in your shoulders melting just enough for Billie to hold you closer.

She pressed another soft kiss to your temple, hands running soothingly along your waist. "Breathe, baby," she whispered. "I’ve got you."

You took a shaky breath, gripping Billie’s arms as if grounding yourself. "I hate this," she admitted, voice small. "I hate how they make me feel like I’m not enough for you."

Billie frowned, arms tightening. "You are more than enough. You're everything."

You let out a quiet, broken laugh. "Then why does it feel like I don't belong?"

Billie turned her head slightly, lips brushing against your ear. "Because you don’t belong to them, y/n. You belong with me."

Your breath hitched.

Billie’s hands traced slow circles against your stomach, her voice low and steady. "Let them talk. Let them scream. None of it changes the fact that I love you." She pressed another lingering kiss to your cheek. "And I’m never letting you go."

You closed her eyes, exhaling softly. You still felt the weight of the world outside—but here, in Billie’s arms, it didn’t seem so heavy.

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Fuck Her Into Confidence

Warnings; g!p!billie x fem!reader, slightly insecure reader, use of pet names, safeword (didn't use it), pussy eating, rough sex, use of "Daddy", controlling, other.

Little note !!: I actually like this better than my others.

"Hmm? Can I finally fuck that sweet little pussy?"

"What? Oh my God... Is that what we're doing?"

"If you want..." Billie looked at you, back to normal. "Whatever you want. You tell me."

You blinked.

"I mean..." She pecked your lips between each word. "We don't have to. I'm also fine with this."

"You mean, you'd be... fine if we didn't do it? Like. But, isn't that what you want?"

"Obviously. Why wouldn't I want to fuck the shit out of you? Have you seen yourself?" Billie grounded her hips against yours again just to watch you squirm. "But the question is: what do you want?"

Your brows knitted for a minute, brewing with thoughts. Then in an instant, your arms were around her neck and you were kissing her like it was the end of the world.

"Is that a yes?"

"Obviously."

"Obviously?" She smiled, squeezing the sides of your neck. "You want to try again?"

You whined. Tried to look away, but she didn't let that pass. Not only because it was fun to mess with you. Push your buttons until your fears fucked off and you become a dirty sex kitten. But because she needed it just as much. Your trust. The intimacy. The freedom to be in control for once.

And she knew just what you needed. Humiliation. Praise. Being cherished. Treated like her favorite toy. The object of her obsession. To tease and play with. Ruin in she wanted to.

"Do you want to get fucked?" She asked slowly, tracing a finger across your collarbone to the strap of your bra, and dropped it down your shoulder. Your breast is a breath away from being naked.

"Yes." You breathed heavily

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. Please." Shame gritted your teeth

She clicked her tongue in disappointment and pinched your nipple. No doubt, the lace made it hurt more, but the way you cried out was delicious. "I'm sure you can do better than that, sweetheart. Want to try again?"

"Fuck. Me. Please." Your eyes burned with angry tears.

"Much better."

Your legs wobbled when she set you down. She threw you over her shoulder to lighten the mood a little. You had a heavy day. Sh didn't want you to get into this with a negative mindset.

Thankfully it worked. You laughed, carried like a sack of potatoes until she dumped you on her bed.

A fake orange candle you had insisted to buy from an overpriced hipster store flickered on her nightstand. The warm glow bounced on the black sheets. The sight of you with wild hair and a little smile pumped her up like an Olympic champion. She'd finally made it.

"Oops. One sec." She fished out her phone from her pocket to text Finneas.

"Stay away tonight." "Sorry not sorry." "Don't tell mom."

"Okay, where were..." She trailed off. You were already crawled over, and sat on your heels, unbuckling her belt. You glanced coyly under your lashes as she grinned at you. "Someone's eager."

Rolling your eyes, you close her fingers around her shaft, sticking out your tongue.

"Look at you, So—" The words died, her brain melting as you sucked her with your hot, slobbery mouth. "Oh my God..." A gluttural moan she'd never made before tipped her head back. She couldn't even care.

You whimpered and choked yourself more, using your whole body to thrust back and forth.

"Yeah. That's my good girl..." She reached for and struck your ass with her palm. Your shocked cry vibrated on her shaft, making her groan. Oh, you were so soaked through your panties already.

You struggled to focus as she teased. Tried to wiggle your butt away from her. That only got you spanked. Sharp. Once on both cheeks. Then right on your pussy. You tried to pull away.

"Don't you fucking move." She curled her fingers around your panties and pulled them aside, tracing your slick lips with a sly realization. "Oh, fuck. You've made such a mess. What's this, sweetheart? You're that fucking needy? Huh? I haven't even touched you yet."

You whined around her cock and tried to move again. Except she fisted the back of your head. You had nowhere to run. All you got was more spanking and crying as she forced you to suck.

"What a pretty little whore."

You only got wetter. She pushed the tip of her finger inside your pussy, watching your eyes go wife. Hands flew to her sides, too overwhelmed to keep going.

"Well, since you can't focus." She tossed her back and yanked down your hips, making you slide on the edge until your pussy was in front of her. She kneeled. Threw your legs over her shoulders, and kissed down your thighs. Licked the outside of your panties. Then over. Up and down.

"Oh my God. Don't... don't stop..."

"Oh, I don't plan to. You have a safe word?" She should've paused, but you were just so cute when flustered. She bit your panties and moved them further away, swiping her tongue up on your slit.

"Ohhh my God! Um. Uh... It's..." You yelped as she sucked on your clit. Knees involuntarily lifting to your chest.

"You better answer."

Your drawl came out humored and ashamed. "Potatoes..."

"Jerk." She laughed. "Way to ruin my childhood."

She climbed on top of you, something tugging her to check in. "You promise you'll say that if you don't like something?"

You nodded in a hurry and kissed her. Moaning and pushing your body up. Alright, well. That answered her question. She gave you what you wanted for a minute, caressing all over.

"Take off your bra. Let me see those titties."

"What?" Your eyes widened.

"Tits out." She wiggled her finger and pushed inside your tight warmth, curling it against your wall. You arched off the bed with a strangled cry. "Off, baby. Hurry."

You managed to do as asked. She licked her lips at your tiny nipples standing for attention. Knowing the air would be cool, she wet her finger and traced around it. You tried to manage your breathing, gaze darting at the ceiling. Savoring every second, she circled my tongue on your nipple, massaging the other between her fingers. Making your body writhe.

You must've forgotten about ger other hand. Because when she actually started to finger her, and added her thumb on your clit, you dug your nails into her shoulders and moaned off the bed. Quickly, your orgasm started to build again. Closer and closer. Almost there.

Billie slapped her clit, then stretched the skin above it, watching your pussy quiver around nothing.

"Aww, poor little thing. Look at it trying so hard to come. Did I ruin it for you?"

"You're an asshole." You kicked your legs to get up, but it didn't take too long for her to collect your ankles in one hand and push your legs up straight. She lifted your butt off the bed like a rag doll.

And then slid my fingers back in, because she could. Because she knew it made her feel like an object. And she loved the pathetic whimper you left out, hating yourself for how much you liked it.

"Good girl." She took off the rest of her clothes and threw them on the floor. "Come. Sit on my face."

"What?"

"I want your pussy on my face. Sit." Billie lied down on her back.

"Um, I don't know..." You brought your knees to your chest. "That's a little too much."

"Is it? I didn't ask." She picked you up by the hips, thigh on each side of her face. You tensed head to-to-toe, trying to get off. "Come down, y/n. Now. Give me that pussy."

"Bil—"

Billie licked up your thin lips and softly kissed your clit. Licked and kissed. Made out with it. Groaning at how delicious and sensitive it was. Hers. This was all hers.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God." You slapped the wall, your moans small and panicked, then louder as you threw your head back and let go. "Ah. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Little vixen began to ride Billie's face, moving confidently. Billie struck your ass just how you liked it, and fisted a chunk of your hips, bouncing you on her. You cried out at her stubble hurting your pussy, but came just as hard. Scraping the headboard, cum dripping down Billie's chin.

She laid you on your back and kissed your neck, rubbing her waiting cock up and down your drenched slit. You hardly noticed the new position, still floating on cloud nine. Eyes closed, ready to drift off.

Billie slapped your clit with her cock, flinching you up, and pushed her head in without warning. The sharp intake of breath for you had her smirking like a sick sadist.

"Yeah. That's it." Billie folded your knees up, bending them by your sides. You whimpered. Embarrassed she was staring at your pussy the entire time. As if she cared.

She groaned like she'd been waiting her whole life for this. Your reaction was too quiet yourself with the back of your hand and look away from her.

Just for that, she thrust deeper before you were ready.

You jerked up, smacking her chest and abs. But like a damn hypocrite, the fear turned you on.

"Oh, God. It's so big..." You whimpered, pushing her back as she tried to lean closer.

"Too fucking bad." She pinned your hands by your sides, sucking on your nipple. Not stopping her cock from going in and out. You shrilled as she bit, thrashed under her, begging and cursing as your pussy clenched already. "That's a good girl. Yeah, come for daddy. Come for daddy, baby. Good girl."

You gasped at Billie, appalled. Speechless, making her chuckle.

"You okay?" It felt like a natural moment to check in. You nodded and she pecked your nose. "Good."

"You didn't come."

"I know. Turn to your side."

Billie shifted behind you and grabbed your throat, hugging you to her chest. Your mood shifted quickly. The scared little girl back as she nudged her cock in. Curves in her perfect view. Tits and ass within easy access.

When her hand caressed your belly, you slapped it away and sucked your stomach in.

"Excuse me?" She chokes the breath out of her throat. "Did you just stop me?" She rammed you fast and nonstop. Her fingers bruising your hips from fisting a chunk. Ass jiggling on her thighs.

She grabbed your stomach roughly and sneered in your ear. "This is my body. I can do whatever the fuck I want. So if I want to grab it." She squeezed. "I'll fucking grab it. Do you understand?"

She clasped your throat to silence your yes. One bite on your neck, and you broke out in goosebumps. You yelled. Threw your hands at her back, clawing at her skin. She held you as you came. Messaging your tits. Rubbing your clit. Until you turned into a lumpy putty on the sheets.

Billie sat up with raw adrenaline.

"Get on your fours."

"I can't..."

"You can't?" She tossed you up how she wanted. Hips high. Heart-shaped ass pink with hand marks. Push your chest on the mattress, smacking your ass as you resisted. "Get the fuck down."

You stayed still, head bowed, exposing your chest and shoulders. So fucking perfect and all hers.

She spit in her hand and lubed you just in case. Buried her cock inside her again, closing her eyes. Fuck. Nothing felt better than this. Bodies were molded to fit each other. The way her cock filled every corner of your walls. You were loving it too. Dazed. You started to blubber.

"Mmm, daddy..."

"Yeah, baby. Daddy's still using you. I'm not done yet."

You moaned, sounding greedier. And fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing. Watching you be so horny for her. Panties still on as you got fucked. Shoved aside, stretched high on wide hips.

"God, that's my little fucking whore." She began to pound. Not holding back anymore. You wailed, crumbling with each thrust. Slap the sheets, stretch with your nails. She rammed harder, sweat beading on her chest, and slapped your ass hard.

She flung forward and belly-plopped.

Your legs and pussy are spasmed in tremors. With a trembling hand, you tried to cover up while she stared in aw at your post-orgasmic mess. You really were starting to sound and look broken. She chuckled and picked up your hips again, starting off slower so you could catch your breath.

She didn't want it. Tried to throw your hands behind her to stop, but she held your wrists in each hand and stretched your arms back. Holding them in the air so you couldn't use them. You tried to bend your elbows, flexed your fingers all confused, like you were solving a puzzle.

"No, sweet girl, you can't move. I got you. You're not going anywhere."

You melted at her words and instead of resisting, arching your back for more. She stilled her movements in wander, watching you move on her cock with your own slow, sensual pace.

"That's it. Oh, what a good girl. Look at you, so good. Yeah, baby. Just like that."

You tried to go faster, but couldn't do it alone. So she grabbed your hips again and picked up the pace. Spanking you, throwing your face back on the mattress. Fisted your hair and rubbed your clit to hear you scream again. You did everything in your power to crawl away.

"Where do you think you're going? Huh?" She cooed. Her hands wrapped around your panties and tugged on them, bouncing you back. She smiled at your helplessness "No, you're all mine, baby. I'll tell you when you're done. So you just stay there and take it. Take it like a good slut."

A string of pleas muffled on the sheets, you shoving your face into them. Just giving her an even better view of your ass. Her cock glistened in and out of your tight cunt.

"Is my slut going to come for me again? Huh?" She smacked your ass hard enough to sting like hell. Your high-pitched cry making her chuckle. "Huh? Do you need to cry when you come for daddy?"

"Fuck you..." Your voice broke. So that was a yes.

"Oh, you're done." She threw her body on you and trapped you under her, driving deeper this way. You had no way to move and screamed as you realized it. She covered your mouth with her hand. "Shut the fuck up and take it. You're going to take it and you're going to come like a whore."

Your tears spilled on your hand. Thighs wet with your cum. Of course, the poor girl was so overstimulated. But you wanted it. You had a safe word and wasn't using it.

She kissed your tense shoulders, going slower, but just as deep. "Shh, baby, take—Oh, fuck. Fuck, that's fucking good." She groaned in the crook of your neck as you moved your ass back on her.

She peeled away, needing to focus, and you little motherfucker giggled at her as if you knew. She couldn't believe it when you looked at her over your shoulder as if to say 'yeah, I did that to you.'

That's when she noticed the little spot of wetness on the pillow, right where your mouth was.

"Are you drooling? Aw, sweetheart. Does it feel that good?" Her voice became menacing, nails biting into your hips. Wiping your smirk right off. "Yeah? Does it feel that good? You want to come for me, baby? You want to come for daddy?" That's a good little whore, such a good girl."

"Oh my God, fuck!"

"Say it." She smirked at your failed concentration. "Say you're a dirty whore for this cock."

"No." You shook your head in defeat. Oh, you wanted to.

"Fucking say it." She growled out, fisting your hair back. Spanked your sore ass some more. She forced it out of you. You sobbed it, voice breaking, but orgasmed harder than she'd ever before.

Your screams drove her over the edge. She flipped you over and covered you with her cum. Thick and white stroked on your tits and belly as both heaved to catch their breath.

"Oh fucking hell..." Billie mumbled with a chuckle. You giggled, eyelids heavy, they both tried to do a high-five but failed miserably.

[svelish]

3 & 4 from the prompt list🙏🙏

˚₊۶ 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝑃𝑇 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 ৎ˙⋆

3. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up" 4. "My girl looks so pretty."

The sun filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the bed. Billie shifted slightly beneath the covers, propped up on her elbow as she watched you sleep. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been lying there, just watching—the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted slightly with every breath, your lashes fluttering every now and then in dreamland.

She smiled quietly to herself, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. You were her peace. And in moments like this, she felt like the luckiest person alive just to breathe the same air as you.

She pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and then trailed her fingers lightly down your arm, letting them rest where your hand was curled into the sheets. The morning was warm, but Billie felt an aching need to be closer. Always closer.

You stirred lightly, a sleepy sound tumbling from your lips. Then your eyes opened slowly, blinking up at her with that dazed, still-dreaming look Billie loved more than anything.

“Morning,” you rasped.

“Hi, baby,” she murmured. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded, voice groggy as you nestled closer. “Mmm. You’re staring.”

Billie chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Can you blame me? My girl looks so pretty.”

“And anyways, you looked so peaceful,” she whispered softly just enough for you to hear, “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

Your cheeks flushed immediately, even in the soft light. You buried your face in her chest, laughing into the warmth of her hoodie.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Billie let her fingers trail lazy patterns along your spine, humming a quiet melody you recognized as one of her unreleased tracks—your favorite one. She always hummed it when she held you like this. Like it was her secret song for you alone.

You breathed her in, everything about her grounding you—the warmth of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest under your cheek, the scent of her cologne clinging faintly to her hoodie.

“Why’re you up so early?” you mumbled.

She shrugged, still tracing shapes on your back. “Dunno. Woke up and saw you like that, all peaceful and warm. Couldn’t look away.”

You peeked up at her. “Creep.”

She grinned. “Your creep.”

After a moment of silence, you tilted your head up and kissed her chin, then her lips, slow and sleepy.

“Stay here with me,” you murmured.

“Forever,” she whispered, pulling you closer.

The rest of the world could wait. This was your morning—quiet, intimate, golden. Just Billie, you, and the sound of two hearts beating in sync.

[svelish]

if you want, could you do 4 & 6 or 4 & 13 with reader and billie getting ready for a red carpet/some event??

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4. "My girl looks so pretty tonight."

6. "Mhm, you smell good."

The suite was bathed in golden light. The L.A. skyline glittered through the tall windows, but inside, the atmosphere buzzed with something warmer—something more intimate than any spotlight ever could offer.

You stood near the vanity, brushing a final touch of highlighter over your cheekbone, your dress hugging every curve like it was sewn with only you in mind. The satin was a deep wine color, rich and elegant, sliding off one shoulder and glistening under the warm light.

Behind you, Billie watched. Her eyes drank you in with slow reverence from where she sat on the edge of the bed, her custom suit jacket still unbuttoned, tie hanging loose around her neck.

“My girl looks so pretty tonight,” she murmured.

You caught her eyes in the mirror. The way she said it wasn’t playful—it was reverent. Like she was seeing you for the first time all over again. Her voice had that low rasp that sent chills across your spine every time she dropped it like that.

You turned slightly to face her. “You think?” you asked, smoothing your hands down your hips for effect.

Billie stood slowly, letting her jacket slide off her shoulders onto the bed. “Think?” she echoed, walking toward you. “No. I know.”

You smiled, heat rising to your cheeks as she stopped just behind you, her fingers brushing your bare shoulder. Her breath ghosted your skin before she pressed a kiss to the exposed part of your neck.

“Mhm,” she hummed, closing her eyes. “You smell good.”

You giggled softly. “You’re one to talk. You smell like cologne, money, and a little trouble.”

Billie smirked, dipping her head closer. “Good. That’s the combo I was going for.”

She wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, her fingers splayed across your stomach, and swayed you gently side to side. Your eyes closed at the feeling of her warmth pressed up against you, the mix of her scent and the soft fabric of her dress shirt making it hard to focus on anything else.

“You’re gonna make us late,” you warned, breath catching as her lips brushed behind your ear.

“Let me be late for you,” she whispered. “You’re worth every headline.”

You turned in her arms, hands resting on her chest as she finally slipped her tie around her neck, letting you take over.

You took your time—slowly sliding the fabric into place, tightening the knot gently, and running your hands down the lapels of her jacket once she slipped it back on.

Billie looked down at you like you were the only thing that ever mattered. “You know, I’d skip the red carpet entirely if it meant I could just stay here and stare at you all night.”

Your smirk softened into a small, honest smile. “You’re kind of disgustingly sweet when you want to be.”

She leaned down, lips just barely brushing yours. “Only for you.”

The knock on the door broke the spell.

“Five minutes!” someone called from the hallway.

You sighed, pulling away reluctantly. Billie caught your hand before you could walk off and tugged you back in for one last kiss—deep, slow, laced with promises for later.

As you both headed toward the door, Billie intertwined your fingers and gave your hand a small squeeze.

“Let them stare,” she said. “You’re the only one I’m walking in with.”

[svelish]

Reader owns a bakery in la and billies friend introduces her to the cafe and she meets billie when serving her and billie falls in love with her and they start dating (also reader has a british shorthair and ragdoll cats) and the media finds out and call her a gold digger ect

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Los Angeles was always moving, always buzzing, but for you, the city slowed down at dawn. That was when you loved it the most—when the streets were empty, and the smell of freshly baked pastries filled the air inside Sweet Haven, your little bakery.

You never imagined your life would change because of a single customer.

It happened on a random weekday. Zoe, one of your regulars, walked in with someone new—someone you immediately recognized but tried not to react to.

Billie Eilish.

Even in an oversized hoodie and messy hair, Billie had a presence that filled the entire space. She glanced around with mild curiosity before her gaze landed on you, who stood behind the counter, wiping your hands on your apron.

"This place is dope," Billie murmured to Zoe before turning to you. "Hey. What’s good here?"

You smiled, keeping your cool. "Everything. But if you like chocolate, I’d go for the double fudge croissant."

Billie’s lips quirked up. "Sounds dangerous. I’ll take one."

That was the first visit. The first of many.

Billie started coming in every day, sometimes alone, sometimes with Zoe. At first, you thought it was just because she liked the pastries, but then Billie started lingering. Sitting at the counter. Stealing bits of cookie dough when she thought no one was looking. Flirting—subtly, but definitely flirting.

You tried to ignore the growing tension between them, but Billie made it impossible.

Then, one night, after closing, Billie knocked on your apartment door.

When you let her in, Billie shoved her hands into her pockets and said, "I wanna take you out. Like... an actual date. Not just here."

You raised an eyebrow. "You could have texted me that."

"Yeah, but then I wouldn’t get to see your face when you say yes."

And that was how it started.

Dating Billie was like being caught in a whirlwind. Some nights, they went on late-night drives, blasting music down empty streets. Other nights, they stayed in, Billie sprawled on your couch while your cats Mochi and Cloud used Billie as their personal bed.

Billie was different in private. Softer. Less guarded.

She loved the fact that you treated her like a person, not a superstar. That you didn’t care about her fame, didn’t ask for pictures, didn’t try to use her name to boost your business.

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

One morning, you woke up to chaos.

Your phone was flooded with messages. Your bakery’s Instagram was a mess—full of comments, some sweet, but most... cruel.

"Gold digger."

"She’s only using Billie for clout."

"She’s a nobody. Why would Billie date her?"

And worse? Paparazzi started showing up at your bakery.

Your employees were overwhelmed. Customers were being questioned. It was no longer just your relationship being scrutinized—it was your entire life.

You tried to keep it together, but one night, after another wave of reporters swarmed outside, you sat on your couch, hugging your knees, Mochi purring beside you as if he knew you needed comfort.

Billie showed up a few minutes later, looking furious.

"I swear, I’m gonna find out who started this," she muttered, pacing the living room.

"Billie," You said softly.

Billie stopped, looking at you.

You swallowed. "Maybe… maybe we should take a step back."

Billie’s expression darkened. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No, I just…" you sighed, rubbing your temples. "I don’t know if I can handle this. The cameras. The hate. I love my bakery. I love my normal life. And now, everything feels…" You trailed off, voice breaking.

Billie crouched in front of her, taking your hands in hers. "Baby. Look at me."

You did.

Billie’s voice was low, steady. "I don’t care what people say. I care about you. And if you need space, I’ll give you space. But don’t push me away because of them."

You exhaled shakily. "I just… I don’t want you to have to defend me all the time."

Billie cupped your face, thumbs brushing against your cheek. "I will always defend you."

Billie didn’t let it slide. The next morning, she went on Instagram Live, looking directly into the camera.

"I don’t usually do this," she said, voice sharp, "but I’m pissed. The shit people are saying about Y/N is straight-up disgusting. She’s not using me. She’s not after my money. She’s literally the most hardworking person I know. Y’all need to get a grip."

It didn’t make the hate go away completely, but it changed the narrative. Fans started supporting you. Defending you. Even some news outlets corrected themselves.

More importantly, Billie never left your side.

A few weeks later, Billie walked into Sweet Haven like usual, but this time, she wore one of your bakery aprons.

You looked up from the register, amused. "What are you doing?"

Billie grinned. "Helping out. Gotta make sure my girl’s business is thriving."

"You can’t even make coffee."

"Then teach me." Billie leaned on the counter, smirking. "I learn best when you’re close."

You rolled her eyes but smiled.

The world could say whatever it wanted. The cameras, the gossip, the headlines—none of it mattered.

Because at the end of the day, Billie was still here. And she wasn’t going anywhere.

[svelish]

Billie and reader do the jelly bean challenge (bean boozled) on a live

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The screen flickered to life as Billie adjusted her phone on the tripod, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, a half-empty bag of snacks beside her, and you were right next to her, crisscrossed in a hoodie that was definitely stolen from her closet.

"Alright, people," Billie grinned, dragging out the words as she waved the little **Bean Boozled** box at the camera. "Y’all are evil for suggesting this, but here we are—me and my beautiful victim," she nudged you with her shoulder, making you laugh.

"Victim? Excuse me? You’re the one who agreed to this," you shot back, pretending to be offended.

"Yeah, yeah," Billie rolled her eyes but kept smiling. "We’re doing the **Bean Boozled Challenge**, which means we could get delicious flavors... or absolute nightmares." She shook the box dramatically, and the jelly beans rattled inside.

The chat was already spamming "LMAOOO", "GOOD LUCK", and "BILLIE’S GONNA DIE FIRST."

Billie chuckled, reading some of the comments. "Y’all got no faith in me. What if I have elite taste buds and actually enjoy the nasty ones?"

"You literally gagged eating a slightly overripe banana yesterday," you reminded her.

"Shut up," she muttered, making a face as she ripped open the box. "Alright, first spin!"

She flicked the tiny spinner in the box, and it landed on Peach or Barf.

"OH HELL NO," Billie yelled, throwing her head back while the chat went wild.

"You first," you smirked, grabbing one of the orange-speckled jelly beans and handing it to her.

"Bro, if this is barf, I’m suing," she muttered before tossing it into her mouth. For a second, she chewed. Then her eyes went wide. Pure horror.

"OH MY GOD—" She shot up from the bed so fast she nearly knocked the tripod over. "NOPE. NOPE. NOPE." She ran off-screen, leaving you wheezing with laughter as the comments exploded.

"LMFAOOOOOO"

"BILLIE COME BACKKKK"

"HER SOUL LEFT HER BODY"

After a few moments of dramatic coughing and Billie chugging her drink, she flopped back down, shaking her head. "That was actual vomit. Who invented this? Satan??"

"Your turn," she grumbled, handing you the box.

You spun the wheel, and it landed on Toasted Marshmallow or Stink Bug.

You popped the jelly bean into your mouth, chewing slowly while Billie watched with anticipation.

"…I think I got marshmallow."

The chat immediately went: "BOOOOOO", "RIGGED!!", "MAKE THEM EAT ANOTHER ONE".

"No way, try another," Billie insisted, snatching another identical jelly bean and shoving it into your hand.

Sighing, you ate it—and instantly regretted it.

Your face twisted, and Billie screamed with laughter, falling over onto your lap. "YOOOO THAT'S SO GROSS!!" she wheezed.

You grabbed her hoodie sleeve, shaking her dramatically. "IT TASTES LIKE AN ACTUAL DEAD BUG."

She was dying at this point, her laugh echoing through the room as the chat spammed crying emojis. "Next round," Billie wiped tears from her eyes, barely keeping it together. "This is the best thing ever."

The game continued, with Billie gagging over Rotten Egg, you nearly throwing up from Canned Dog Food, and both of you high-fiving when you actually got good flavors.

By the end, Billie was curled up on your lap, groaning. "I think I need a detox, man. Like, my taste buds are traumatized."

You wrapped your arms around her. "We survived, though."

"Barely." She looked at the camera, pouting. "Chat, y’all better appreciate this ‘cause I’m never doing it again."

"WE NEED PART 2"

"DO IT WITH FINNEAS NEXT"

"THIS WAS HILARIOUS PLS"

Billie groaned, closing her eyes. "Nope. I’m retiring from jelly beans forever."

And with that, she dramatically ended the livestream.

[svelish]

hi do you think you can write fluff where the reader helps Billie while she’s sick with like a cold or something?

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The front door creaked open, followed by the soft rustling of shoes being kicked off and a heavy sigh. You, curled up on the couch with Shark resting beside you, glanced up. The moment you saw Billie shuffling inside, your heart clenched.

Billie looked exhausted—her hoodie pulled up, her shoulders slumped, and her usually bright blue eyes dull with fatigue. She sniffled softly, rubbing at her nose with her sleeve before trudging towards you like a lost child.

"Baby," you called gently, setting your phone aside. "You okay?"

Billie didn’t respond right away. Instead, she collapsed onto the couch, resting her head on your lap with a quiet groan.

Your fingers instinctively brushed through Billie’s messy hair, your touch featherlight. "You don’t look so good," you murmured, concern lacing your voice.

Billie let out a pitiful sound, turning to bury her face into your stomach. "I feel awful," she croaked. "My throat hurts, my head is pounding, and I’ve been sneezing all day."

You frowned, your hand moving to rest against Billie’s forehead. "You’re burning up," you whispered, stroking your thumb over Billie’s temple. "Why didn’t you come home earlier?"

"Didn’t wanna leave in the middle of work," Billie mumbled, nuzzling closer. "But I just kept feeling worse."

You sighed, guilt washing over you. "You should’ve told me, love. I would’ve come to get you."

Billie hummed tiredly. "Just wanted to finish."

"Stubborn," You whispered, your fingers trailing soothingly down Billie’s arm. "Come on, let’s get you into bed."

Billie whined softly but didn’t resist as you coaxed her up, guiding her towards the bedroom with steady hands.

The moment Billie reached the bed, she flopped onto it, curling into herself as she sniffled again. You shook your head fondly, already in caretaker mode. You helped Billie out of her hoodie, replacing it with one of her softest oversized shirts before tucking her under the blankets.

"I’ll be right back," You promised, pressing a kiss to Billie’s hair. "I’m going to make you something warm, okay?"

Billie made a small noise of approval, already half-asleep.

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When you returned, balancing a tray with hot soup, a cup of honey lemon tea, and a small bowl of cut-up fruit, Billie was curled up under the blankets, only her nose and a tuft of messy hair peeking out.

"Baby," you whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Wake up, love. You need to eat something."

Billie let out a sleepy groan but slowly peeked her eyes open. When she saw you sitting there, holding a spoon out to her, her lips twitched into the faintest smile.

"You made me soup?" she rasped.

You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind Billie’s ear. "Of course. You need something warm in your tummy."

Billie pushed herself up sluggishly, letting you place the tray on her lap. She took a small sip of the broth and let out a pleased hum.

"Mmm," she mumbled. "Tastes like home."

Your heart swelled. You reached out, cupping Billie’s cheek with a gentle hand. "You are home, my love."

Billie blinked sleepily at you, her lips curving into a soft, tired smile. "You’re too good to me."

You shook your head. "Taking care of you is my favorite thing to do."

Billie ate slowly, while you sat beside her the whole time, rubbing small circles on her back and murmuring soft praises whenever Billie finished a spoonful.

After she finished eating, you handed her the tea, watching as Billie took small, careful sips. "This will help your throat feel better," you said, brushing your fingers lightly over Billie’s wrist.

Billie sighed contentedly. "Feels nice."

Once she was done, you set the tray aside and helped Billie settle back down under the covers. Just as you were about to stand up, Billie reached out, grabbing your hand with weak fingers.

"Stay," Billie murmured. "Please?"

You smiled softly, your heart melting. "Of course, baby."

You slipped under the blankets, wrapping your arms around Billie’s warm body. Billie immediately curled into you, sighing as she rested her head against your chest.

"You’re gonna get sick too," Billie mumbled sleepily.

You only pressed a kiss to Billie’s forehead, stroking her hair soothingly. "Then you’ll just have to take care of me when it happens."

Billie hummed, already drifting off. "I will," she whispered. "Promise."

You held her a little tighter, watching as Billie’s breathing evened out.

Sick or not, as long as she was in your arms, she would always be safe.

[svelish]

hii idk if you write platonic relationships but could you write a younger sister!drummer!reader fluff/comfort on tour w billie? thank you!

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Note !! : It's been a bit long since I haven't posted, been really busy these days. Also this has been in my drafts and i'm only releasing it out now from its confinement (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

You’d always known that Billie was larger than life—your older sister with the kind of presence that filled every room, even before she was famous. But on tour? She became something else entirely. Ethereal. Electric. Powerful. Every night, she was a star on stage, and every night, you were behind her—keeping time on your kit, grounding the music in rhythm while she soared in melodies.

The crowd never saw your face much, but that didn’t matter to you. You weren’t here for the spotlight. You were here for her.

But tonight, something was off.

You were sitting on the edge of your bunk, knees pulled to your chest, sticks resting loosely in your hands, hands shaking slightly. The adrenaline of the show had worn off, leaving behind a pit of anxiety you couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was the homesickness. Maybe it was the pressure of being the youngest on the crew. Maybe it was just the exhaustion finally catching up to you after weeks of city after city, stage after stage.

You hadn’t even realized Billie had slipped into the lounge of the bus until you felt the gentle dip beside you.

“Hey, drumline,” she murmured, voice soft with concern. “You okay?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to act casual, but the tears were already welling up in your eyes. You looked at her—Billie, in a huge hoodie, no makeup, hair pulled back into a lazy bun. Not the pop star. Just your sister.

“I dunno,” you muttered, voice cracking. “I just… feel weird tonight.”

Billie didn’t ask questions right away. She just nodded and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side. Her hoodie smelled like her perfume and a little like the stage—sweat, lights, and music. Familiar. Comforting.

“Talk to me, baby sis,” she said, brushing her fingers through your hair. “What’s going on in that drummer brain of yours?”

You sniffled, leaning into her. “I guess I just feel… out of place sometimes. Like I don’t deserve to be here. Everyone’s so good. And I’m just… me.”

Billie’s jaw tightened, and she pulled you in closer. “Don’t even say that,” she whispered fiercely. “You belong here. You’re the heartbeat of the band, you hear me? I can’t do this without you.”

You blinked at her. “You’d be fine. You’re Billie freaking Eilish.”

She shook her head. “No. I’m your sister first. I’m the Billie who used to steal your drumsticks and play on kitchen pots. I’m the Billie who begged Mom to let you come on tour. You keep me sane out here. You keep me grounded.”

A small, watery laugh escaped your lips. “You mean I annoy you with my snoring and steal your snacks?”

“Exactly,” she grinned. “It’s my favorite part of the day. Reminds me you’re here. Reminds me I’m not alone.”

The bus swayed slightly as it rolled down the highway, city lights fading behind you. Billie reached down and gently took the sticks from your hands, placing them aside.

“You’re more than your music,” she said softly. “But also? You’re a damn good drummer. The crowd feels it, even if they don’t always see you. I feel it.”

You rested your head on her shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh. “Thanks, Billie.”

“Always, baby sis.” She kissed the top of your head. “Now come on. We’ve got a show tomorrow. And I need my favorite drummer well-rested.”

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That night, you fell asleep in your bunk to the hum of the road and the quiet rhythm of Billie’s music playing through the speaker. And just before sleep took you, you thought:

Maybe you didn’t need to be seen by the whole world. It was enough to be seen by her.

And she always did.

[svelish]

Reader is a well-known photographer and does a photo shoot with Billie, soft launching their relationship. Although reader isn’t in the pictures, her vision of Billie through a camera lens speaks volumes.

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The studio was quiet except for the gentle hum of a playlist you had thrown on—Billie’s own voice drifting softly from the speakers. A candle flickered in the corner, the scent of vanilla and cedarwood curling into the air. You adjusted your camera settings, the weight of it familiar in your hands, though tonight felt different.

Because tonight, Billie was in front of your lens.

She sat on a low wooden stool, dressed in an oversized sweater that slid off one shoulder, her bare legs tucked beneath her. The warm glow of the lighting softened her features, catching the curve of her cheekbone, the fullness of her lips. She looked up at you, tilting her head slightly, waiting for instruction—but you didn’t speak right away.

You simply looked at her.

Through the viewfinder, Billie was breathtaking. Not just in the way everyone saw her—bold, iconic, larger-than-life—but in the way only you did. There was something softer here, something unguarded. The way her fingers toyed absentmindedly with the hem of her sweater. The way her eyes held a quiet knowing when they met yours.

You lifted the camera. Click.

Billie’s lips curled into a small smile, almost like she knew what you were thinking.

“Something funny?” you asked, lowering the camera slightly.

She shrugged. “Just you.”

You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Be serious, Eilish.”

Her smile deepened, but she let the moment settle. You continued shooting, giving small directions—tilt your chin, look away, now back at me—but truthfully, Billie didn’t need much. She existed so naturally in front of you, in front of the lens. Maybe because this wasn’t just any photoshoot. This was yours.

And she was yours.

The thought sent warmth curling up your spine, and you stepped closer, adjusting the angle. Billie met your gaze through the lens, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. Then she lifted her hand—slow, deliberate—and reached for you.

Fingertips barely visible in the corner of the frame, reaching toward the camera. Toward you.

Click.

You swallowed, lowering the camera. “Billie.”

She raised a brow, but there was mischief in her gaze. “Yeah?”

You hesitated. “You’re doing it on purpose.”

She feigned innocence. “Doing what?”

You shook your head, biting back a smile, before lifting the camera again. “Nothing. Just—stay like that.”

She obeyed, but her expression shifted. Something quieter, something softer. The next set of shots came effortlessly—Billie resting her chin on her hand, Billie gazing off to the side, Billie looking directly into the lens as if she could see right through it.

Click. Click. Click.

You adjusted the settings, drawing out the moment, letting the air hum with unspoken things. This wasn’t just a photoshoot. This was something else entirely. And the camera—the camera was exposing it in real time.

Finally, you let the weight of it drop against your chest, the strap holding it in place. Billie exhaled, stretching her arms above her head before rolling her shoulders.

“Done?” she asked.

You nodded, but instead of answering, you flipped the camera around, stepping forward until the space between you was nothing. You showed her the last photo.

She stared.

It was the way you saw her.

Soft, illuminated by warm light, her expression open in a way the world rarely got to see. Her sweater slipping off her shoulder. Her eyes—filled with something deep, something unspoken, something undeniable.

Her breath hitched. “Oh.”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

The silence stretched between you, thick with something fragile but electric. Then Billie glanced at you, and for the first time tonight, she looked nervous.

“This is…” She hesitated, licking her lips. “People will know.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a quiet admission.

You didn’t look away. “Yeah.”

Another beat of silence. Then she reached out, fingers curling lightly around your wrist where you still held the camera. “I don’t mind.”

Your heart did something unsteady in your chest. “No?”

She shook her head, eyes never leaving yours. “No.”

And just like that, the soft launch was set in motion. Because the world wouldn’t see you in these pictures, but they would see the way Billie looked at the camera.

The way she looked at you.

[svelish]

reader is a pro snowboarder dating billie and she teaches billie how to snowboard and someone films it and the media see how inlove they are

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Billie had never been on a snowboard before, and if she was being honest, she was a little terrified. But when you, her girlfriend, had suggested spending the weekend in Aspen, she couldn’t say no. You had promised to teach her, swearing that she’d have fun—“once you get over the falling part,” you had added with a teasing grin.

Now, standing at the top of a beginner’s slope, bundled up in a thick black jacket, her beanie pulled low over her forehead, Billie wasn’t sure if this had been such a great idea after all. Her gloved hands clung to your arms, her knees slightly bent as she wobbled on the board.

“You got this, baby,” you reassured her, standing close, hands lightly gripping her waist to steady her. “Just trust the board and your balance.”

Billie huffed, shooting you a glare, but the effect was ruined by the nervous wobble in her stance. “Trust the board? The board wants me dead.”

You bit back a laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before adjusting her stance. “No, the board wants you to chill out and go with the flow.” You stepped back slightly, testing if she could hold herself up, and when she managed, a proud smile spread across your face. “There you go! Look at you.”

Billie groaned. “I hate this already.”

“No, you don’t,” you said with a knowing grin. “Because I’m right here with you.”

She sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the small smile forming on her lips. “Fine. But if I fall, you’re carrying me down.”

“Deal.”

A few fans had already noticed the two of you on the slope, a few pulling out their phones, but Billie was too focused on not face-planting to care. You guided her step by step, teaching her how to shift her weight, how to turn slowly, and how to stop without panicking. The first few attempts were rough—she fell multiple times, the snow cushioning her but still making her yelp in frustration. But every time, you were right there, offering your hand, pulling her up, brushing snow from her jacket, and pressing a kiss to her cheek to soften the blow of defeat.

“You’re doing amazing,” you told her after she managed a smooth glide of a few feet without falling.

She grinned, proud of herself. “I’m basically a pro now.”

“Oh, for sure. Olympics next year.”

Billie laughed, and for a moment, she forgot about her nerves. She reached for you, gripping your jacket, and before you knew it, she had tugged you forward into a kiss—quick but warm, her lips cold from the mountain air, but her smile against yours making your heart race.

That was the moment someone caught on camera.

The video, posted later that evening by a passing fan, went viral within hours. It showed you laughing as Billie nearly toppled over, catching her before she could hit the ground. It showed the way your hands naturally gravitated toward each other, how you guided her, how she looked at you with absolute trust despite her complaints. And most of all, it captured the way she pulled you into that kiss, the snowflakes drifting around you like something out of a romance movie.

The media went wild. Fans gushed over how in love the two of you looked, how patient you were with her, how Billie had never looked so happy.

And when Billie saw the clip later that night, curled up against you by the fireplace in your shared cabin, she simply smirked. “Guess they caught us, huh?”

You kissed her forehead, arms wrapped around her as she nuzzled into your side. “Yeah,” you murmured. “But I don’t mind.”

She tilted her head up to look at you, her green eyes filled with something soft, something that made your chest tighten. “Me neither.”

And with that, she kissed you again, her lips warm despite the winter air outside, despite the snow still melting in her hair.

If this was what snowboarding lessons with you felt like, maybe she didn’t hate it after all.

[svelish]

ᝰ.ᐟ Masterlist

Key terms; 🌫️Fluffy, ‼️Angst, 🍷Smut, 💋 Requested.

˚₊۶ 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝑃𝑇 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 ৎ˙⋆; (Asks are open!)

ᝰ.ᐟ BILLIE EILISH

𖹭 Oneshots :

• Letterman ⟶ pt.2 (🍷)

⤷ a popular cheerleader and jock were enemies-with-benefits

• Let's Have A Baby (🌫️🍷)

⤷Billie came home and felt the need of having a baby in her arms someday

• Fuck Her Into Confidence (🍷)

⤷You were already perfect in her eyes (Rough)

• Parenting 101 (🌫️)

⤷you left Billie with the kids for a few hours and came home to them with different haircuts.

𖹭 Blurbs / Requested :

• Feral (🌫️🍷)

⤷who wouldn't go feral if you saw her fucking shredding the guitar

• 💋 Sick Baby (🌫️)

⤷sick Billie ;(

• 💋 All the hate (🌫️‼️)

⤷dating Billie Eilish was great but it had some bad perks

• 💋 Snowboarding (🌫️)

⤷on vacation with your girlfriend, Billie. Learning how to snowboard while some fans recognize the couple

• 💋 Soft launch (🌫️)

⤷as a famous photographer who's dating Billie, not only do you "just took photos of Billie" but was showing everyone what you see everyday, a goddess.

• 💋 Jelly Bean (🌫️)

⤷you and Billie decided to do the bean boozled challange

• 💋 Sweet Heaven (🌫️‼️)

⤷the cafe was always so peaceful until people discovered about you and Billie's relationship

• Best Pillows Ever (🌫️)

⤷ Billie always had a problem with sleeping, though your natural pillows always made her sleep so well

• 💋 Keep the Beat (🌫️)

⤷ As Billie's younger sister who was also the youngest of the band being the drummer, you always thought everyone else was so much good and better.

𖹭 Social Media Aus :

• Text Convos if Billie was your girlfriend ⟶ pt. 2 (🌫️)

⤷silly text convos if Billie was your girlfriend

𖹭 Finished prompt list requests :

• Midnight Pregnancy Cravings

⤷ 2. "Your pouts ain't going to work on me" , "If I kiss you, will you stop pouting?"

• Red carpet, Red lips

⤷ 6. "Mhm, you smell good." , 4. "My girl looks so pretty tonight."

• Soft Morning

⤷ 3. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up" , 4. "My girl looks so pretty."

• Sounds Like Home

⤷ 18. "I missed youu."

• Safe Space

⤷ 1. "Breath, i've got you." , 2. "C'mere angel, had a long day?"