average billie enjoyer

Billie Eilish x reader

Summary: Billie takes her girl on a surprise LEGO shopping spree, letting Y/N geek out over her dream set while spoiling her with snacks, matching builds, and a secret custom gift.

Word count: 2.5k

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The living room was quiet except for the video playing on Y/N’s phone. She was curled into Billie’s side on the couch, one leg draped over hers, blanket tucked around them both. Billie’s arm rested loosely around her shoulders, fingers drawing lazy circles against the fabric of her hoodie, eyes half-lidded.

It was one of those days Billie rarely got. There were no interviews or meetings or shoots. Just the two of them.

Y/N’s voice broke the quiet. “Okay, look—look at this part.” She said, tilting the screen toward Billie. “See how it opens up on the side like that? There’s a mini elevator in the tower, and the Quinjet actually docks up top. And it comes with thirty-one minifigs. Thirty-one!”

Billie didn’t even have to look at the screen. She’d seen the set more times than she could count. It had been Y/N’s latest obsession—weeks of talking about the Avengers Tower Lego set like it was a life goal. Billie had heard all about the working features, the floor layouts, the little Hulk smashing through the wall.

Still, she smiled. She always smiled when Y/N got like this.

“Mhm.” She hummed, turning her head to rest her chin lightly on top of Y/N’s “That’s the one with the teeny tiny Ant Man?”

Y/N let out a laugh, eyes still on the build video. “Yes! And there’s a micro version of the arc reactor lab, and look at—oh my god—look at the printing on the Loki figure, it’s so good. Like, so sick. I swear, they keep getting better.”

Billie didn’t interrupt. She listened. She’d heard it all before, sure—but Y/N’s voice had this glow when she talked about something she loved. It was impossible not to get caught up in it.

For a moment, Billie just stared at her. Soft lighting dancing over Y/N’s features, the way her lips moved around her words, eyes bright and excited even though she wasn’t really expecting anyone to care this much. But Billie did. She always did.

Then, casually, like she was offering to grab snacks or something equally mundane, Billie murmured, “Let’s go to the Lego store.”

Y/N blinked. Her head snapped toward Billie like she’d misheard.

“Wait. What?” She said, sitting up slightly. “Actually?”

Billie looked back to her, calm as ever, lips curling into a half-smile that always made Y/N melt.

“Yeah, baby. Let’s go take you on a Lego shopping spree.”

There was a full second of silence before Y/N launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around Billie’s neck in a tight hug that knocked Billie backward into the couch cushions.

“Oh my god—oh my god—I love you. I love you, I love you, thank you.” Y/N babbled against her skin, pressing kisses all over Billie’s face. “Are you serious? Billie. You’re being serious?”

Billie laughed, arms looping securely around her waist, holding her close even as she was being smothered with kisses. “Dead serious. I mean, I don’t know what half that stuff means, but I know you want it. So we’re getting it.”

Y/N looked like she might combust.

She scrambled off the couch, throwing the blanket aside like it was an obstacle in her path. “Okay—okay, I need pants. And a real shirt. Where’s my—wait, should I bring my list? Should I check the online stock first?”

From the couch, Billie was still laughing, completely content watching her girl spin into a whirlwind.

“I’ll grab my keys.” Billie said, stretching as she stood. She tucked her phone into her pocket and reached for her wallet on the counter—her back card already sliding into place. “And maybe a bottle of water. My bank account’s about to cry.”

Y/N was already halfway down the hall, yelling something about checking the gift-with-purchase threshold.

Billie just shook her head, smiling to herself, eyes fond as ever.

God, she was so whipped.

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The doors to the Lego store slid open with a soft whoosh, and Y/N stepped inside like she was crossing the gates to Disney World.

Her eyes widened instantly, lighting up as color and brick-lined walls stretched out before her. It smelled faintly like plastic and dreams. Kids were darting around in every direction, hands full of minifigures, and the giant displays overhead were bright and spinning. Somewhere, a rotating Lego dragon breathed out fog.

Billie stepped in behind her, hands in her pocket, watching with a quiet amusement as Y/N took it all in.

Y/N didn’t say a word—she just bolted.

Straight past the keychains and minifigs. Right past the Star Wars wall. All the way to the back corner where the towering, glorious box of the Avengers Tower sat proudly on the top shelf, spotlights like a sacred relic.

She reached up, grabbing the massive box—it was easily half her size—and turned around with breathless excitement.

“Look, baby!” She said, holding it up like a trophy. “They have it!”

Her eyes sparkled like she was holding treasure, staring down at the box like it was made of gold. She traced her finger over the art on the front, pointing out little details already—“There’s Black Widow! And look, the Quinjet does dock up on top!”

Billie just smiled, leaning casually on a nearby shelf of architecture sets.

“Get it, baby.”

Y/N blinked, her arms still wrapped around the box. “I mean—it’s a lot, Billie…”

Billie raised her brows.

“Get it.” She repeated with a little smirk curling the corner of her lips. “No arguing.”

Y/N stared at her for a second, then slowly smiled—then beamed—as she clutched the box tighter to her chest.

Once that was secured, she began weaving through the store again, Billie trailing behind her with an easy stride, watching her girlfriend buzz around like an excited bee.

But Y/N kept hesitating. She’d walk up to a set—then pause. Walk away. Look back.

“I don’t wanna go crazy.” She muttered under her breath, catching a shelf of Harry Potter builds.

Billie laughed lightly, adjusting the Avengers Tower box in her arms. “I think it’s a little too late for that.” She said. “Get whatever you’d like, princess.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder, flushed but clearly thrilled.

Meanwhile, Billie wandered off to a corner of the store she hadn’t planned to explore—some of the Technic and Speed Champions collections—and stopped in front of a sleek display. The Nissan Skyline GT-R glimmered under the lights, and just beside it, a bright pink Suki’s Honda S2000 from Fast & Furious sat with its over-the-top decals and spoiler.

Billie tilted her head, lips tugging into a grin.

A minute later, she caught up to Y/N, still gently turning boxes over in her hands.

“Hey, baby.” She said, the small boxes placed on top of the larger one. “What if we got these too? We could build them together.”

Y/N looked up, confused. “Wait… you want a Lego set?”

Billie shrugged, totally unbothered. “I wanna build something with you. And these look sick.”

Y/N melted on the spot. “Ugh, you’re so cute.”

Billie handed her the Suki box and kept the Skyline for herself.

After watching Y/N light up, Billie glanced toward the front of the store. The tower box in her arms was heavy and kind of awkward to carry around while also wrangling whatever else Y/N might fall in love with next.

So while Y/N was already drifting toward another display, Billie headed toward one of the store employees near checkout.

“Hey, quick question.” She said, nodding toward the growing stack in her arms. “Mind if I make a little pile somewhere while we keep shopping?”

The employee smiled. “Of course! Right over here’s perfect—we’ll keep it behind the counter.”

“Thanks.” Billie said, setting the Avengers Tower and Skyline carefully aside. “More’s probably coming.”

She said it casually, but the workers eyebrows raised just slightly at the hint of what was still to come.

With her arms finally free again, Billie turned back toward the store—hands in her pockets—and that’s when the “Build Your Own Minifigure” station caught her eye.

There were bins of tiny torsos, heads, headpieces, and accessories spread out like a mini Lego salon.

Billie glanced back to make sure Y/N wasn’t watching, then walked over, and knelt down.

She spent more time than she’d ever admit digging through the parts. For her Y/N figure, she picked out a little red sweater piece, dark pants, and the closest hair she could find—messy and sweet, kind of how Y/N looked when she was focused mid-build. She even found a tiny mug accessory and whispered to herself, She always has a mug of tea when she builds. Cute.

For herself, she picked a black hoodie torso, dark blue pants, and a shaggy black hairstyle. She found a mini mic and almost laughed—too on the nose—but kept it.

She snapped them together carefully, then tucked them both into a small clear box.

She quietly walked it over to the checkout and nestled it between the other boxes in the pile, making sure Y/N didn’t see.

She didn’t need to know yet. She’d find them later. Billie knew exactly where she’d place them—maybe on the shelf next to the Avengers Tower, once it was all built.

They circled the store a few more times. Y/N ended up grabbing two smaller sets—something cozy and botanical that made her heart flutter—and then Billie was at the register, all four bags’ worth of Lego stacked high on the counter.

Y/N stood beside her, half-giddy, half-guilty. But Billie slipped her card across the counter like she was paying for food, not a mini fortune in plastic bricks.

The cashier blinked at the total. Billie didn’t even flinch.

“Want a gift receipt?” They asked hesitantly.

Billie shook her head. “She’s keeping everything.”

Y/N blushed and leaned into Billie’s arm, smile soft, and Billie pressed a kiss to the top of her head like it was the easiest decision she’d ever made.

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The door had barely clicked shut before Y/N dropped the bags onto the living room rug, already tugging the Avengers Tower set free like it was a lifeline.

“I’ve been waiting to build this for months.” She whispered, more to herself than to Billie, already starting to peel back the tape.

Billie smirked and tugged off her hoodie, tossing it over the couch. “I can tell. You’ve been home for three seconds.”

Y/N ignored her entirely, focused like a laser as she started pulling out the instructions and sorting bags into piles. Billie just watched her for a second, fondness softening her features.

She walked over to the TV and clicked through the menu until the first Avengers movie started to play, the familiar opening credits filling the space with nostalgic music. Then she ducked into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned with a bowl of popcorn, a mug of tea, and Y/N’s favorite candy—M&M’s—setting everything down within easy reach.

Y/N glanced up and smiled as she carefully opened bag one. “Thank you, Billie baby.”

Billie leaned down and kissed the top of her head, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Of course, sweet girl.”

She didn’t build yet—just sat nearby, back against the couch, watching as Y/N sorted pieces, brow furrowed in concentration.

“You’re so serious when you build.” Billie said after a while, a soft, amused lilt to her voice.

“I’m focused.” Y/N mumbled, not even looking up, her tongue slightly sticking out as she searched for the right piece. She places another minifig on the floor. “This floor had the Hall of Armor, B. Look. It’s tiny, but it’s there!”

Billie melted. Absolutely melted.

An hour or two passed before she shifted to lean her chin on Y/N’s shoulder. “Why don’t you take a break from that and build the car with me, angel?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, baby.” Billie stood and walked over to the other bags. She pulled out both the Skyline and Suki’s S2000, holding the pink car box toward her girlfriend. “Here—this one’s yours.”

Y/N lit up, scrambling over to take it from her. “We’re doing both at the same time?”

“We’re racing.” Billie smirked, already unboxing hers.

Soon they were sitting cross-legged on the floor across from each other, each with their own instruction manual and pile of car-colored bricks. The tower-in-progress sat proudly between them.

Billie squinted at her manual and immediately tried to attach the wrong piece to the base of the car.

“No, baby.” Y/N said gently, turning a chunk of the car over in Billie’s hands. “It goes like this.”

Billie pouted. “You’re gonna have to walk me through it like I’ve never seen Legos in my life.”

Y/N giggled and kissed her cheek. “That’s because you build like you’ve never seen Legos in your life.”

They laughed together, heads bumping occasionally as they leaned close, whispering soft jokes and giving sweet little kisses between each few steps.

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Hours had passed in a haze of clicking bricks and quiet laughter. The Skyline and S2000 now sat side by side on the coffee table. The Avengers Tower was about halfway done, the top floors still waiting to be built, but their hands were tired and their backs ached from sitting on the floor for so long.

Billie stretched and stood, walking off toward the bags. Y/N watched her lazily, chin resting on her hand, until Billie came padding back with something tucked carefully in her palms.

She sat down beside Y/N again, lips curving with a secret, and said softly, “I have one more thing for you.”

Y/N blinked at her, already warm from the day and Billie’s constant sweetness. “There’s more?”

Billie grinned, then brought her hands out from behind her back and opened them.

Two minifigures.

Y/N’s breath caught as she gently took them, eyes scanning the tiny details—Billie had picked parts that looked just like them.

Y/N stared at them for a moment in awe, then slowly looked up at Billie with the softest expression she’d worn all day.

“It’s us.” She whispered.

“It is, angel.” Billie said, her voice hushed and warm.

Y/N held them against her chest for a second before leaning in and brushing her nose against Billie’s cheek. “You’re amazing.” She murmured.

Billie chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around her. “Only for you.”

Y/N melted into her chest, laying back with a little sigh, fingers still holding the minifigures gently between them. Billie kissed her temple.

“Happy, baby?”

Y/N closed her eyes, content. “I am.” She turned her head a little to nuzzle into Billie’s neck. “Thank you for everything today, my love. I’m so grateful for you.”

Billie smiled, voice playful and full of affection. “Anything for my favorite builder.”

Y/N groaned and giggled all at once, swatting her lightly before snuggling closer.

The room was dim now, the TV playing Avengers: Age of Ultron quietly in the background. Billie pulled a blanket off the couch and draped it over them, wrapping her arms tighter around Y/N’s waist.

After a moment, she whispered against her ear, “You’re so cute when you nerd out.”

warnings: smut. head canons x fic mixed lowkey. 2.7k words

Fuckboy!Billie first noticed you in the cafeteria with your friends, and as you were heading out she ‘accidentally’ bumped into you, whispering a sweet, ‘watch your way, pretty princess,’ just to make sure you saw her - even though everyone on campus already knew who she was, you included.

Fuckboy!Billie was usually tangled up with one of her flings during break. You remember a moment when a girl wrapped a finger around Billie’s tie, pulling her close. But the second Billie’s eyes met yours from across the room, she slipped out of the girl’s hold, shifting her whole body away as if your stare alone had pulled her back.

Fuckboy!Billie had been watching you around campus for almost two weeks, acting like she wasn’t, pretending she was only asking around because “one of her friends was interested.” Everyone knew that was a lie.

So when your phone buzzed late one evening, you weren’t expecting it to be a new Instagram account, profile picture blank, username nothing but a single dice emoji.

The first message:

🎲 “hey pretty princess, are you ever gonna be alone at lunch break so i can come over?”

Your stomach dropped. It didn’t take long to figure out exactly who it was.

Still, you forced yourself to stay calm, unreadable.

y/n: Sorry, who is this?

Seconds later:

🎲 : the girl you keep staring at in the cafeteria. remember?

Your breath caught. You typed back, fingers steady even though your heart wasn’t.

y/n: must’ve been a mistake. probably zoned out. can i help you with anything specific?

Her reply came instantly, like she’d been waiting.

🎲 : yeah, actually. you free this weekend? my car is pretty cozy. Especially for two.

You stared at the screen, heat creeping up your neck, knowing exactly what she meant  and knowing she knew you knew.

Fuckboy!Billie didn’t text you again after you left her on seen, but was always one of the first people watching your instagram story, even tho she didn’t follow you with her accounts. Fuckboy!Billie was outside after her last class, sitting in her car while the sky opened above campus like someone had torn a hole through the clouds. She kept checking the time on her phone, fingers drumming restlessly on the wheel. Your class ended in exactly one minute.

She knew your walk home was short, five, maybe seven minutes at most, but the thought of you walking through the heavy rain in your white top made her chest tighten. Maybe it was protectiveness. Maybe it was possessiveness. She didn’t bother trying to name it.

And when you finally stepped outside, hugging your bag close to your chest as the rain instantly soaked into your clothes, Billie leaned forward, biting back a smile. She started the engine, pulled up to the walkway slowly.

“Do you need a ride?” she called out, voice smooth. Her eyes flicked down your body, stopping a little too long at your boobs before returning to your face. “You’re wearing white and it’s pouring. I don’t want anyone to see something they shouldn’t.”

A cocky wink.

The kind that normally would’ve irritated you.

Except, she was right. Completely right. You could already see the outline of your bra through the wet fabric. And the way a few guys were glancing over from the doorway made embarrassment crawl up your neck.

So you didn’t say a word. 

You just exhaled sharply, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. Billie reached over and unlocked it before you could even touch the handle.

Warm air hit your face as you climbed in. Billie’s cologne was stronger here - clean, cool, a little sinful. You shut the door carefully and stared out the window.

She let out a soft laugh under her breath.

“Not even a ‘thank you’?” she teased, tapping her nail on the steering wheel. “That hurts, princess.”

You kept your eyes forward, a smile across your face as she made you blush with her words.

Fuckboy!Billie made it her mission to drive you home every time you finished class the same time as her, giving her a perfect opportunity to get to know you and break the ice between you, since you started to actually talk to her and open up a little. Her flirting made it a little hard since you got shy and red every time she would hit on you. 

Fuckboy!Billie was driving you home after Friday’s class, asking you to open her little drawer for a tissue after she spilled some of her red bull on her arm. As soon as you opened it, you found a pack of condoms, making your eyes get big, your cheeks turn pink and you closed it as fast as possible with a quick “shit, sorry-“. Making her laugh at your shyness. After dropping you off, you got a dm on instagram:

🎲 : sorry about that. Buuuut if you’re down to use them..let me know? I’ll pull over again. Haha. Y/n: billie! Ur literally getting blocked. 🎲 : we both know u have a crush, why are you still trying sooo hard to get? Fine, I’ll use them anyways. That hurt to read, but even if she was dropping you off every day, you knew she was driving to other girls to have sex. 

Fuckboy!Billie who never kisses girls during sex and who never gets inside without a condom because she somehow has the mindset that she’s keeping the ‘without a condom’ part to the girl she actually loves one day. If that makes it any better. 

Fuckboy!Billie who dm’s you randomly at night after she had sex with a girl, feeling bad and missing you. Leaving you a few dm’s that say: “Miss you princess”

“Let me take you out on a date already” “I’m coming over on Tuesday after class because you actually need to help me with history. And if I do good ur giving me a kiss at least right?” 

Fuckboy!Billie who noticed you getting a little hurt over her having so many other girls, so sometimes she would bring your favorite drink to your locker, leave a rose in your bag while you weren’t looking or ordered pizza at 2AM to your house if you were craving something while on your period.

You were almost like an old married couple, you both had feelings for each other, the attraction and tension was there, but you just did not open up knowing how she was with girls.

Fuckboy!Billie hated when boys looked at you during lunch. She would always come sit right next to you and put her arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side, marking her territory. 

Fuckboy!Billie who actually came over on Tuesday because she did need help with history. She tried her best to concentrate, but a “eyes up Billie” would slip out of your mouth every five minutes when she started staring at your boobs instead of the papers in front of her. 

After a two hour study session and Billie actually doing pretty good, she was on her way to leave. She hugged you, telling you how much she appreciates you and turned around facing the door until you whispered; “What about your kiss?” Billie stopped breathing for a second, not sure if she actually heard right. She turned around facing you, being too scared to blink.

“What u just say?” She whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t even hear it. You stepped closer, never breaking eye contact, your fingers curling into the fabric of her hoodie just to steady yourself. Billie inched forward too, her gaze flicking from your lips back up to your eyes with a kind of hungry patience. One of her hands came up to grab your face, gentle in a way that made your breath catch. Then she kissed you.

It was slow, soft, warm, almost painfully sensual. Six weeks of tension, stolen glances, and teasing finally spilled into that moment, making Billie’s legs go weak beneath her. You felt it too. After nearly two minutes of feather-light kisses, you finally pulled back, your foreheads still brushing.

Your eyes met again, both wide, glowing, full of something neither of you could pretend not to feel. It was obvious. You two were falling for each other.

After the night of the kiss, Fuckboy!Billie wrote all her bitches, making sure that they know she’s not interested in anything but sex at the moment. Clearly putting a line between them, to not make them get their hopes up but also playing it safe in case she wants to have a quick fuck in her car. 

You on the other hand were going insane, praying to God that you wouldn’t fall in love with her even more. You tried to convince yourself to put your feelings aside and just turn this into a friends with benefits situation, especially with the way Billie looked at you like she was about to explode. It felt like she was already taking your clothes off just by staring at you so intensely. 

Fuckboy!Billie was so sexually frustrated when it came to you, one night she just lost control. You opened instagram, to new dms from her at 3AM. “y/n fuck I can’t stop thinking about you.” “when are you gonna let me love you?” “I’m so horny I can’t keep pretending I don’t wanna get deep inside of you every time you sit across from me in a skirt and tight shirt.” “Am I allowed to think of you when I cum-“ You didn’t text back. You didn’t even think, at least, you don’t remember doing so. The next thing you saw was your fingers pressing to her contact, calling her with adrenaline and heat rushing through your whole body. 

Fuckboy!Billie picked up immediately, her breath uneven, her voice low, scared to life that you were gonna cuss her out and call the cops on her, but to her surprise, you asked her if she was already done and if not, if you could help her to make her feel better. It ended up with you sending her pictures of your boobs and body, listening to her jerk off while you felt a pool literally building in your own panties. Something about you hearing billie jerk off to and for you on the phone, her arousal mixed with her own spit around her dick filing your ears with the wettest sound every time she went up and down on her dick moaning your name. “Fuck y/n I’m so close-“ she moaned into the speaker while going faster, making her lose control over her breathing. “Let go baby, cum for me you deserve it,” you whisper back and the next thing you heard was Billie moaning your name while she shot a huge load out for you. 

The next days felt like a dream. It was the weekend so you did not see each other on campus but that did not stop you two from texting and calling all day. Friday and Saturday ended up with you two sexting and having phone sex. She got you off plenty of times, the ice was broken from your side and you finally just let go. Something that first night, and that first phone call changed something in you. You were hungry. 

During the day when you were eating with your family or showering, Fuckboy!Billie sent you pictures of her hard dick with the caption ‘Come back here I miss you again already’. On Sunday evening, you two agreed that Fuckboy!Billie was gonna pick you up to get some pizza. Both you both knew you craved something else. Meeting for the first time after the phone calls wasn’t that awkward as you thought. Billie was softer than usual with you, but she still kept her cool. You were also chill, to your own surprise. You just blushed a little more when she called you cute names, kissed you or teased you about the phone calls and how pretty your moans would sound. After eating pizza in her car and talking a little about upcoming exams, it didn’t take long for you two to explore each others bodies. It started with sweet touches, you caressing her thigh and her pulling you closer by your waist while making out, sneaking her hand down your back to grab your ass.

It started with you giving her a handjob and lead to you giving her good head. 

The windows in her car started fogging up pretty quickly. She pushed her seat all the way back so you had more space. You don’t know how it happened, but Fuckboy!Billie somehow convinced you that she wants to feel you without any ‘stupid condom’. You were not convinced at first, but she promised you she would be careful and pull out in time. You were so wet that you did not care and just went with it. Fuckboy!Billie grabbed you by your waist with one hand, positioning you right above her hard dick. Her right hand wrapped around it, slowly bringing the tip near your folds. Fuckboy!Billie could not look you in the eyes, she was too focused on her dick almost entering your wet pussy. The thought of entering you made her whine. Fuckboy!Billie was making her dick slide up and down your folds, making both of you moan at the sensation. The juicy sound of her dick sliding around your wet folds filled the car, following from your moans and Billie groaning. 

She pushed the tip in slowly, head falling back, eyes squeezing shut, her face turning red. You were basically dripping on her dick, sliding down on her, filling you up with her length. You were riding her slowly, sensual, like you had all the time in the world. Fuckboy!Billie couldn’t stop touching you all over your body while you were riding her. From caressing your back up your shoulders, to massaging your boobs and bringing them closer to her face so she could suck on your nipples, making you ride her even faster, to grabbing your ass hard, slamming you up and down on her dick. “Feels so good baby,” “You’ so tight,” “Holy shit you’so wet,” is all Fuckboy!Billie could get out while her mind told her to focus on something else, something random because she was about to cum in a matter of seconds if you continued riding her like that. You also felt your orgasm build up, making you wrap your arms around her neck to push you even closer and deeper into her, moaning her name and soft words until you found yourself shaking like crazy on her dick, pressing your legs together as you hit your orgasm. Fuckboy!Billie lost it as soon as you came on her dick, grabbing your thigh to push you up a little so she could pull out as she was hitting her orgasm. Fuckboy!Billie was moaning loud, pressing her dick on your stomach while she came and left you covered in her cum. After you both found a way to breathe properly again, Fuckboy!Billie cleaned you both up with the tissues in her car and handed you her small water bottle. Smiles not leaving your faces. 

Later when she pulled up at your front yard again, she didn’t wanna let you go back inside, or at least not fall asleep tonight without you. “call me when you’re home billie’ you whispered, giving her a few kisses before you opened the door.

Fuckboy!Billie did not let go of your hand tho. making it hard for you to get up and leave. “no way I can sleep over princess?” She asked quietly.

You sighed, wishing nothing more for her to come with you and wrap her arms around you in bed but sadly your parents were home. You eventually said your goodnights, but before you left, Fuckboy!Billie removed one of her silver rings from her fingers, sliding it down on one of yours. “It looks pretty there, keep it.” She told you, a smile on her face, making you fall even harder for her. 

a/n: i’ve been hating everything i write lately so here’s something a little different!!

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warnings: none. this is super cheesy, so if you can’t have dairy that would be a warning for you. (… get it? lol)

pairing: billie x fem!reader

an: i wrote this in like 45 min before i went to bed teehee 🤓😴

it was a perfect friday night in your eyes. you were in the kitchen stirring a mug of tea, and billie was curled up on the touch, playing some game you both loved on the switch.

you couldn’t help however but admire her long dark locks, cascading over the back of the couch. the light catching the dark tresses, revealing its softness and shine. you found yourself watching her hair more than the tv.

“honey?” you asked softly.

“yeah, baby?” she answered, just as sweetly, not looking up from her game.

“you’re not going anywhere else tonight?” you questioned. she grimaced as she lost and had to pause her level. but she put the controller down and turned her head as best as she could behind her.

pairing: vampire!Billie x fem!reader

genre: fluff, SMUT — p in v, riding, cock warming(?), praise, sub!billie if you squint

synopsis: Billie hadn’t eaten in a while, and you finally allow her to.

w/c: 2.2k

ׂ╰┈➤ Based off of this request !!

NOW PLAYING : ̗̀➛ THRILLER by MICHAEL JACKSON