hello!! welcome to my blog!! my name's BJ, or Jay, whatever you want to call me is fine!
i'm a girl who writes for girls only, so please don't send requests with men and men dni
my biggest obsession right now is billie eilish, so i'm mostly writing for her (please send requests!!). im open to writing for anyone else on my list, obviously, but i'm also open to other people or characters that i don't necessarily have on the list. just lmk!!! i also write fluff, smut, angst, whatever. im willing to get pretty nasty too so dont be afraid to send super freaky stuff!!
fandoms im a part of include marvel, percy jackson, the maze runner, stranger things, and pokemon!! i've also been getting into anime lately (demon slayer, chainsaw man, my hero, jjk, etc) and may write for them in the future. please feel free ask me about any of them!! especially pokemon oh my god i could talk so much about it
im super into film; my favorite movies are la la land, jaws, aftersun, the half of it, and tangled
i've had my blog for a while but haven't really used it too much, but i'm trying to get into it more :)))
would u be ok writing smth where reader comes home after a rough day and billie and reader have a very playful relationship like always teasing and joking, so billie was basically teasing and joking and stuff like normal. but when billie realizesthat she was making it worse and that her girlfriend is upset and not in a teasing joking mood, then billie feels bad and comforts her from everything?
Bad Day
billie eilish x reader
summary: you have a horrible day and it takes billie a little too long to realize how tired you are
warnings: reader gets called fat as a joke, angst and then fluff😖
word count: 3k
You and Billie had never not joked around; play fighting like little kids do, screaming at each other and then cackling your asses off because neither of you could be serious for more than a minute, calling each other names that had your parents shooting you looks. You’d both guessed they just didn’t understand your shared wicked sense of humor.
That doesn’t mean it never became too much, though.
One particular day, it felt like you might never get home. A bright and early 7 a.m. photoshoot led right into interview after interview with rude directors and paparazzi nagging you every waking second. Your social battery had never been good at keeping up with your busy work schedule, but this seemed like the worst of it for whatever reason (well, it’s probably because you hadn’t gotten much sleep… maybe you should’ve thought about the consequences of staying up all night with Billie).
The absolute last straw came near the end of your last booking for the day; you’d asked someone to grab you a coffee because you’d been so dead on your feet all day that it felt like it was killing you to stand. You’d been too tired to even realize what happened, but before you knew it, hot coffee was covering the front of your body, soaking your clothes and ruining them while burning your skin in the process. You’d just smiled and waved the assistant off, mumbling something polite about having an extra shirt in your car. An absolute lie. But you were way too tired to deal with another person for one second longer than necessary.
Naturally, all you’d been dreaming about on the long drive home was curling up with Billie and falling asleep in her lap. It had been a horrible day, but you figured you could at least get a solid nap in.
When you walk in, though, Billie doesn’t seem to be in that comfy-needy-touchy-feely mood that you were in.
She’s lounging, practically man-spreading on the couch, all laid out in a way that might make you blush if you weren’t on the verge of tears. A gaming controller is being furiously clicked at in her hands as she plays some game you don’t recognize up on the TV. She’s got Kelly Clarkson blasting through the whole house, which you’d usually giggle at and belt along to, but right now, it’s just giving you a headache. It smells like something’s burnt, too, like maybe she tried to cook something but it didn’t work out. On top of all of that, Shark, her dog, is barking at something through the back door. It’s all just an overstimulating nightmare.
She doesn’t immediately look up when you come in, but she does smile and call a loud “Heyyyyy” over the music. You don’t respond, but she doesn’t really notice. Your shoes are kicked off as quickly as possible, and you make a beeline for your bedroom upstairs, but she calls out to you again; “Hey, hey, hey, wait. Come back.” It’s not demanding; moreso, it just sounds like she wants to see your face before you run off. Unfortunately, it makes you way more annoyed and upset than it should.
You trudge your way over to her, wiping away the beginnings of tears from your eyes. You plant yourself in front of her in what you assume to be a reasonable spot, but her neck cranes to see behind you, and she places a gentle, but firm hand on your hip to push you to the side. “Move over,” she murmurs, and you know she doesn’t mean to be so harsh; she’s just in the zone. In fact, she kisses your head when you flop down next to her defeatedly to make sure you know she didn’t intend to be so mean about moving you away from the television. But her tone makes you get all teary-eyed again, and she doesn’t hear you sniffle.
After a long five minutes of sitting, fiddling with your fingers, and holding back tears, she finally dies in her game, letting out a quiet string of curses. The second she turns to you, though, she’s all smiles and giggles… just not exactly in that gentle way you need her to be. Her arms reach out to wrap around your waist, and you lean into it, assuming it’s a hug. It only takes about two seconds for her fingers to jab into your sides, something that would normally make you squeal and giggle. You don’t this time. You’re absolutely not in the mood, but you know if you talk to tell her to chill out, she’ll hear the lump in your throat, and then you’ll surely end up crying your eyes out. Most of all, you don’t want to ruin her good mood by being dramatic. So instead, you squeak and shove her hands away, skipping the giggling all together. She doesn’t notice.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. It’s just gentle at first, but then she nips at it, sinking her teeth into your skin before you push her head away like you always do. She just doesn’t notice that it’s not playful this time. You know she loves to bite you (gently, of course) as some form of affection, but right now, you’re too tired for anything other than sleep.
She’s obviously in a great mood, though, because she stands up abruptly and practically skips to the kitchen right as your pinky had been reaching for hers. You’re just trying to get her to notice that you need more quiet in a way that won’t make you sob, but it’s proving to be increasingly difficult. She keeps missing your signals.
Of course, the first thing she does when she prances into the kitchen is rile Shark up even more than he already is. He’s still barking at something in the backyard, and Billie decides it would be hilarious to chase him around the room until he’s barking non-stop. Every loud sound from the dog feels like it’s splitting your head in half. You love her, and you love how loud she is, but at the moment, you’re holding back sobs. Everything about this is overwhelming beyond belief to you… you just can’t figure out a way to voice that to her before you break.
And then, of course, she decides she wants to jab at you like she always does. Little jokes that would usually have you giggling and glaring playfully at her just seem like a punch to the gut right now. She grabs her phone, starting to scroll through something as she calls from the kitchen; “I’m gonna order pizza.” A very normal thing for someone who just burned the hell out of two grilled cheeses to say. Then, she adds, “I’ll have to get two for your fat ass,” and again, “Or maybe just salad. I think you need it.”
She punctuates every statement with a giggle that tells you she is 100%, absolutely kidding. There is nothing in her tone to indicate to you that she actually believes anything she just said. But for whatever reason, that’s what does you in.
Billie only looks up from her phone when she hears you sniffling, and she’s met with a sight that makes her stomach drop to her ass; you, standing in the middle of the living room, frowning so deeply that it looks like your eyes may pop out of your head. Your lips trembles violently even though you’re biting at the flesh to try to stop it. The tears are coming before you can stop them, and the worst part to her is that you don’t look mad. Not even mildly annoyed. You just look sad.
It looks like every cell in her body that had the urge to poke fun at you dies in an instant. She’s putting her phone down and padding over to you before you can even process the heavy waves of tears falling from your eyes, and you almost don’t even realize you’re crying at all until a sob shakes your shoulders.
Her hand reaches for yours, and she tugs you right into her chest, rubbing your back as your cries start to take over. Her voice sounds confused as hell, but so much softer than a moment ago, and it honestly just makes you want to cry more. “W-wait- oh, fuck. Shit, I’m sorry, baby. I was just joking. I don’t think you’re fat. I think you look great. You always look so pretty. Body goals, one might say…” she rambles on quietly, but trails off when she realizes this is much heavier than whatever she just said to you. Something’s really, deeply upsetting you, and it makes her chest ache. It fills her with this urge to make it all better. “Okay, okay… shhhh… c’mere, mama. I’ve got you,” she murmurs into your hair, picking you up by sliding her hands under your thighs and cradling you to her chest as best she can.
Your body melts all the way into hers immediately, and it only serves to strengthen her worry; you wouldn’t do that if you were annoyed at her, so it solidifies that something else is truly wrong. Her warm hand rubs your back so softly that it’s almost sickening, but in the best way possible. Just from the way you burrow into her and curl up on yourself, she can tell you’re just overstimulated, and she’s trying to find that balance between making it better and making it worse. Nothing’s helping, though. You’re at the point where you just need to cry it out.
So that’s exactly what she lets you do.
She scoops you right up and takes you upstairs where everything feels easier to process; it doesn’t smell burnt, there’s no dog barking, and no music blasting through the halls. It’s quiet. Her feet pad softly on the floor as she takes you into the bedroom, and it feels like that’s the only sound other than your quiet sniffles and hiccups.
She keeps you curled up on her chest as she plops the two of you down on the bed and sets you up with your ear right over her heart. It gives you something quiet and constant to focus on rather than spiraling. Or, that’s what she’s assuming, at least. She knows it helps her when she gets this tired and overwhelmed, so she’s praying it’ll help you, too.
It takes a long while, but eventually, your sobs quiet into soft hiccups, and then sniffles, and then quiet, shuddered breaths. She doesn’t ask for a single thing from you the entire time; just sits quietly, rubs your back, kisses your head every once in a while. She turns on the overhead fan when it gets a little too quiet. Makes sure the lights aren’t bright enough to hurt your head. Silently vows not to move until you do.
It takes even longer, but eventually, your head lifts from her chest, and she;s met with the sight of your eyes all puffy from your tears and your lip still trembling. She doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so she doesn’t move an inch. Her hands stay wrapped around your back as you murmur in your sleepy, shaky, watery voice, “I- I’m sorry f-for ruinin’ the night.”
Her chest aches so badly that she could cry. A fresh wave of tears well up in your own eyes, but before they fall, her tentative hands cup your cheeks and wipe them away. Her touch is so incredibly warm and soft, unlike the teasing from earlier. She simply shakes her head at your mumble and presses a kiss to your hairline. “Shhhh, shut up. No you didn’t,” she says, and her voice doesn’t have the same tone as earlier. It’s not teasing, or trying to rile you up. It;’s still firm, but you can tell it’s just because she wants to make sure you know how she’s feeling, That she doesn’t think you ruined the night.
She pulls back when you don’t make any additional comments, and takes a good look at you for the first time all night. You’ve got that haze in your eyes that you get when you’re overwhelmed beyond belief. There’s a very blatant coffee stain on your shirt. Your eyelids look more red than usual; not just puffy from crying, but irritated like you’ve been rubbing at them all day. You look exhausted.
Wordlessly, she scoops you back up, and you don’t question her. She has that look in her eye: the soft one. The one that tells you she knows exactly what you need, and she’s absolutely determined to make you feel better.
She carries you into the bathroom, kissing your head over and over and rubbing your back the whole way, doing everything in her power to keep you from crying again. You don’t even have to ask; the second she’s in the bathroom, she’s setting you on the counter to start running a warm bath, all one-handed (she has the other hand resting in your lap so you can hold it while she sets everything up. She’s desperate to make you feel okay).
She grabs two towels and fills the bathtub with that bath bomb of hers you always say smells nice, and then gently works your clothes off and brushes your hair out. Then she’s gently lowering you into the tub, climbing in behind you right after and tucking you back against her chest. The water’s warm. Just the right temperature to not burn your skin, but enough to relax your muscles. She really knows everything about you, including the exact temperature you like your baths at.
For a long few moments, it’s quiet. Only the sound of quiet breathing, occasional kisses to your head, and the fan from the bedroom fill the air. Billie doesn’t move much. Doesn’t try to wash your hair, or hold you too tight, or do anything she thinks might push your limits. All she does is keep her arms wrapped around your middle so you can feel her and know she’s there. She wants to give you a while to relax and get your breathing back to normal after all the crying you did. You could fall asleep right here. That is, until the quietest, softest, most caring whisper breaks the silence, “...Bad day?”
She doesn’t expect much from you, so when you carefully, sleepily twist your body to curl up further into her chest, she’s pleasantly surprised. “The worst,” your small, watery voice mumbles back, and the sound of your voice makes her heart speed up and ache at the same time. It feels good to know you feel good enough to speak a little more, but you sound so tired.
She doesn’t speak for another long moment, not wanting to overwhelm you with too much conversation at once. She can tell you’re exhausted. Once she feels you’re okay enough to keep talking, though, she asks, “Was it work? Or… me?”
She sounds timid, and it makes you frown. Timid is the last word anyone on planet earth would use to describe her, but that’s how she sounds right now. She’s afraid of your answer. You know you can’t lie; she’s all about communication, so you want to try. For her. “M-Mostly work. B-but… I think you made it w-worse,” your quiet voice sounds through the quiet, and her heart drops.
“...O-okay, okay. That… that’s good. Was it what I said?” she asks, and you can hear the hurt in her voice, but it’s quickly replaced by genuine concern. She wants to know what she did wrong so she won’t do it again.
At that, your hand weakly reaches for hers, and the feeling immediately makes her heart hurt a little less. She can tell right then that you aren’t mad at her; you’re just tired and need some TLC. You try to think genuinely about what set off your tears, and eventually mutter; “um… y-yeah, I guess. I know you were just jokin’, but I was already kind of upset from work. I-it was really loud in here, too, a-and I think you were too rough. Made everythin’ worse.”
She takes note of that immediately, and it definitely clicks for her. You hadn’t giggled when she tased you with her fingers or nipped at your neck, and you hadn’t come through the door belting to the music she had on like she’d expected. There were signs you’d been too tired to function; she just hadn’t noticed.
You can see the gears turning in her head, so you add in a quiet, but sincere voice; “I p-probably could’ve told you how I was feelin’ when I came home. M’sorry.”
She snaps out of her little thinking bubble, and smiles so softly at you that it makes your insides melt. Her lips press to your temple, and her hand squeezes yours. Her free palm runs up and down your back to remind you to keep taking deep breaths after such a long cry. “That’s okay, babygirl. Not your fault. I wasn’t listening very well in the first place… but I think it would be easier for both of us to just say it up front,” she murmurs in that soft voice, messing with your fingers the whole time.
Your lungs still feel so out of whack from so much crying, but your head and heart feel better. You let a tiny smile tug at your lips for the first time all night, and your fingers squeeze hers to tell her you understand. This is good, you think. Communication is good. You’ll both be better at this next time, whether it’s you or Billie getting overwhelmed. It’s nice to think about.
Your social battery has about run out for the day, though, so Billie makes sure to take extra good care of you. She lets you rest in the warm tub for a while, washes your hair, dries you off, even does your skincare routine. She’s memorized all the steps for times like these. And, of course, she rubs your back and kisses your head until you fall asleep on her chest, finally getting in that nap you’ve needed all day long.
a/n: this is the longest thing i've ever wrote so it's very loosely proofread please just ignore any mistakes😘
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
words: 839
She’d been bothering you all night long. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like to not have one of her hands on you at all times; her pinky brushing yours at every chance she got, a hand constantly on the exposed bit of your back, her fingers ghosting over your ass whenever someone looked at you in a way she didn’t like. It was only when her fingernails started to run along the inside of your thigh as you sat and chatted, though, that you understood why she was being so handsy.
You’re sat around a couch with a group of your friends at some afterparty Billie had dragged you to. The only reason you decided to go was to spend time with her, and because she made a promise to dress up for you, which she made sure to keep. It feels like ages since you’ve seen her in a dress, but here she is, all dolled up like she promised. Not that you’ve ever cared what she wore; you thought she looked good in everything. She just thought you’d be more inclined to go if she showed some skin. And she was definitely right.
“I need the bathroom” she murmurs into your ear, tugging lightly on the sleeve of your dress. You both knew damn well she didn’t need the bathroom. She just wanted you alone, and Billie’s always been a blunt person, so she squeezes your thigh with her ring-cladded fingers to make sure she gets her point across. Her hands might be cold, but they make you feel like your skin is burning.
You turn your head to look at her, and her face is just inches away from your own. She’s been hovering over your shoulder for the duration of the conversation. “We’re talking, though,” you whisper back, mostly just to tease her. It’s partially true, though; you’re kind of in the middle of a heated discussion with your friends. But from the way her pupils are completely blown out, you know she isn’t going to want to wait.
So, she grabs your hand, tugging you off the couch and mumbling something mostly incoherent about being hungry or needing to pee. You can’t really tell what she’s saying, which is the point; she’s just hoping no one will question it.
She drags you down the hall of the venue, avoiding eye contact with everyone so they won’t stop her and try to talk. It makes you giggle; you don’t think you’ve ever seen her this focused on something. The little frustrated grumbles that leave her when she can’t find a bathroom make you giggle even more, but before you know it, your laughs are cut short when she abruptly bumps your hip with her own and pushes you into what must be some kind of janitor’s closet.
She’s on you in an instant, grabbing your hips and pressing you against the wall as her lips find yours. It’s dark in the little closet, so it’s messy, but you make it work. Your hands find her hair and tangle themselves in it, and it makes you moan when her own hands start to wander. She doesn’t even bother tracing her hand along your body like she usually does, no teasing, no taking it slow. You don’t mind at all, though. You love when she gets this needy.
Your moans tumble into her mouth when her hand palms your breast over the fabric of your dress, squeezing and toying with you in a way that makes you both weak in the knees.
“Gotta stay quiet,” she whispers against your lips, and it makes you scoff. She isn’t even touching you properly, never mind being touched herself, and she’s still managing to be louder than you. Every breathy whine you let out is punctuated by a desperate groan of her own.
Without warning, her cold hands are hiking your dress up to your waist, and she’s got one shoved in your panties before you can even comprehend the sudden movements. The coldness of her fingers and rings makes you gasp in the best way, which turns into a whine when she starts rubbing your clit. Still, though, she’s moaning even more than you. Her body is pressed completely to yours, and she’s basically rutting her hips against your pelvis in a way that would normally never get her off, but it seems like it’s doing it for her tonight based off of the way she sounds. She’s so beyond needy, and so unashamedly obsessed with you.
You figure out how to work your own hand into her underwear to help her out properly. It's pitch black in the closet, so there’s a lot of fumbling around, some giggles, and a knocked over roll of toilet paper or two, but you manage. You rub furiously at her, and she flicks at you, and it barely takes two minutes to finish at the same time, moaning and whining into each other’s mouths, completely desperate and all over each other.
a/n: hey guys! so sorry i've been so inconsistent with posting, i've had so much going on it's ridiculous but i'm hoping to post way more in the summer!!! i'm trying to get these prompt fics done because i have so many requests literally rotting in my inbox (sorry), but i am keeping track of them so if your request hasn't been done yet just know it will be posted at some point!!
Thats what the clock said as you turn over in the warm bed. You go to turn back over noticing she still wasn't there. She had been gaming for hours. "Bills." You faintly call out, voice groggy from having just woken up. "Hmm? Did I wake you?" She asks, gaze fixated on the bright screen infrong of her. You let out a groany whine. The red light dim, the only source in the dark room. Truth be told you had wanted her all day. In an innocent and not so innocent way. "Babyy." You drag out. "Come to bed, pleasee." She took a second to respond. "Won't be long my love." You huff to yourself, getting up and going over to her. "You've been playing all day bub." She never takes her eyes off of it. This just makes your need grow.
Her hands filled with rings. Veins popping especially as she holds the mouse, clicking every so often. The metal of her rings clashing with the mouse too. Your eyes dart to the way she was sitting. Slouched in her gaming chair. A red velvet blanket draped over her lap. She brings her other hand up to her face, touching her lips slightly. You were drawn to everything. It's no surprise you were ovulating after all. Which you were going to talk to her about tonight, but that didn't happen. You move into her sight more. "Miss you." Your lips pouty. Tired even if you had gotten heaps of sleep. Her eyes finally meet yours.
"Aww baby." It sounded a little fake but also not. "You miss me huh?" You nod as she asks that. An idea popping into her mind. "Why don't you have a seat then." You look at her as she moves the blanket, your eyes meet the one thing you were craving. When did she put it on. Had she planned this the whole day. Was she that evil enough to tease you for hours on end. By not touching you or giving you any attention. You look at her, instantly letting your shorts and underwear drop. Her big t-shirts covering your body. You position yourself over her lap, feeling her move the strap closer to you. Closer to where you needed it. "Mm please." You breathe near her ear.
"Shh, sh sh." She then quietly says. Moving it a bit deeper inside you. "Sit." She softly orders. You gladly obey, letting it fill you up. "Good girl." You gasp into her neck at feeling it fully in you, beginning to move your hips. Having felt neglected all day. "Uh uh uh." She stills your hips. "Just keep me warm yeah angel?" You bite your lip. She can't be teasing you more. There was no way. You whine into the crook of her neck. "Be good baby, know you can." Her hands return to her previous events. Clicking and more clicking. You go to sit up blocking her view. "Baby." She warns. Her voice was sexy, lust dripping from the simple name. "Come on now." Your eyes turn pleading. "Please Bills. I need you so bad, so so bad." She stares at you for a second. Your breathy voice going straight through her.
Her eyes rake over your features, your body covered by her shirt. You drove her just as crazy. "You make it hard for me babygirl." You grab her face. "Fuck me now, please. I've been needy for you all day, need to feel you deep. Fucking me, slow but forcefully. I need it more than anything." You blab, the neediness seeping out of you. She noticed it. That fire in your eyes, she knows your ovulating. Does she keep the teasing going. Or give you what you so desperately crave. It was tempting but your next move sends her crazy. Your body leans forward, going to her ear again as you move just slightly on the strap. Her eyebrows lift then knit together when she suddenly hears you moan.
"Please mommy." Now shes the feral one. She picks you up, getting you to wrap your legs around her waist as she plops you on the bed. She wasted zero time into moving inside you. She all of a sudden needed this just as much. "God you drive me mental, that fucking voice. Your moans." You gasp again as she comes down to kiss you. Swallowing the escaping moan. Savoring it. Her thrusts are slow just like you asked. But her power was firm, thrusting just perfectly. She knew exactly what she was doing and it just turned you on more. The fact she knows your body better than you might do. "Pretty girl missed me today didn't she?" You frantically nod. "Yes!" Your voice was still breathy, trying to catch it as she keeps going.
Your mind spins, runs slow as her thrusts speed up just a bit. "D-deeper please." You stutter out. And your wish is her command. Granting it by fucking you more, sliding it in further. Your eyes roll back as she hits just the right spots. "Fuck! Billie oh my god-" You managed to get out. Moans spilling from your bitten lips. "Go on, you deserve it sweetheart. More than anything." And just like that you did. Making a mess of the dildo attached to her. Safe to say you would truly be sleeping like an angel tonight.
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
words: 726
Billie had never been an early riser. She’s gone to sleep as the sun rose for as long as she could remember, which, of course, means waking up well into the afternoon. However, when there’s a pretty girl in your bed… well, it’s a little hard to want to sleep for that long.
She wakes up before you, around 8 am. You’re still snoozing softly on her pillow, your hair all messy, a little spot of drool under your mouth. To anyone else, you might look insane, but to her, you look perfect. All she’s seeing is your soft skin, the gentle morning sunlight glowing over your features, the little purple marks she left along your jaw and neck…
She reaches out a tentative hand to trace them over. Her absolute favorite thing in the world is to bite and suck at your soft skin, and it’s blatantly obvious from the sight of your neck. Even under the blankets, you’re completely covered; chest, stomach, thighs, everywhere. She loves marking you up.
The feeling of her finger along your skin makes your eyes flutter open, even though she’s trying her best to be gentle and discreet. You’re just a light sleeper; you can’t help it, and she knows that. Maybe she was trying to wake you up. You’ll never know.
The sleepiest little smile tugs on your lips when your eyes focus enough to see her. “Pretty” doesn’t even begin to describe how she looks; her hair’s all messy, but still somehow put together, and her skin is all soft and clean without the makeup she wears when you’re out and about. The soft sunlight shining through the window behind her head makes her look even more like an angel than usual.
And the sight of you smiling so sleepily at her, like she’s the only thing in the world worth looking at, could kill her on the spot. She returns the smile, a little more awake than you, but visibly still pretty groggy. Her finger slowly traces its way up to your lips, which are just a little kiss-swollen from last night. Still perfect, though, she thinks.
You barely manage to mumble out a raspy “mornin’” before her lips are pressed to yours in a soft, sleepy kiss. She's so gentle, her fingers just barely ghosting over your jaw like she’s giving you the chance to pull away if you want to, but still trying to communicate how badly she wants you close right now. Not that you’d ever pull away, though. Not from her.
She kisses you so softly, so gently that you barely notice when she starts getting a little needier. It’s only when she starts kissing her way down your cheeks, jaw, and neck that you understand.
As her lips trail over every little mark on your skin, all of the memories of the night before come flooding back; her mouth all over your soft skin, the noises you’d made, trying to keep quiet as if she doesn’t live alone, her gentle, loving hands all over the most sensitive parts of your body. The thought makes her shiver. She wants more.
She makes her way down your body, kissing over every mark, whether it was made by her or not; every hickey, every freckle, every scar, doesn’t matter. Her hands wander all over your body as if they can’t situate themselves, as if she can’t decide on just one place to touch. You know that if she could, she’d literally merge your bodies together so she wouldn’t have to choose. Eventually, though, her hands land between your thighs, just like they always do.
Your hand threads through her hair and tugs softly as she rubs your clit, still sensitive from last night, but it just makes it feel that much better, that much more intimate knowing she’s seeing you at your most vulnerable.
Her lips attach to your neck in an instant, mouthing all over the skin, attaching themselves to any and every spot that isn’t already marked. You’ll have to stick to turtlenecks and scarves for a while, but it’s worth it. You’d wear the itchiest, ugliest sweater if it meant getting moments like this; all wrapped up in your favorite girl, the soft morning sunlight shining through the window as you sleepily explore each other without a care in the world.
a/n: sorry i haven't been posting y'all i've been so busy but i'm trying to get back to this please just bear with me😔😇😘
hey guys so sorry i’ve been so FREAKING SLOW at getting these prompt fics out i just have so much to do and i’ve been so sick all week but hopefully soon i will be less busy so i can pump them out a little more consistently😫😫😫 i love writing them i just have no time but i swear im working on it🙏🙏🙏
prompt 16 with billie!! and maybe it’s the first time they’ve said i love you so it’s super romantic and fluffy🥹
prompt list
prompt masterlist
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
words: 1167
“Fuck… God, I love you…” she sighed out. She's not even realizing what she’s saying. What she’s admitting to. That it means everything to you.
After the most perfect date you could’ve asked for, you and Billie had been all over each other, so obviously you had to take things to the bedroom. You’ve fooled around a few other times, but this time felt… different. Especially because of what she said when you pushed her onto the bed. “Wait… I-” she started as soon as you were hovering over her, making you pause. Did she not want this?
You sit up on your heels and look down at her for a moment. She doesn't look uncomfortable, or scared, or anything like that. She’s not that kind of person. But the hesitancy you see on her face makes your stomach drop. “What’s wrong?” you ask quietly. You’re aching to reach out and touch her, mostly out of instinct, to comfort her and make that look go away. To make her all giggly like she was a second ago. When she answers, though, you just get confused.
“I… I’ve never done this before,” she mumbles quietly, and looks away from your eyes. That confuses you even more. She’s usually so confident in herself, even when her words don’t reflect that. And you’ve definitely had sex before, so you have no idea what she’s getting at.
“...Never done what?” you ask quietly, and she picks up on the genuine confusion in your voice. The look in her eyes completely reveals what she’s thinking, though. She’s had sex, but she’s never been on the bottom. She’s never been touched. “...oh.”
“I- I’m sorry. Here, just switch with me, and-” she starts rambling immediately. You were having so much fun earlier, and she thinks she’s just ruined all of it.
When she starts to sit up to switch positions, you just push her back down on the bed as gently as you can. A quick shake of your head shuts her up. “Billie, it's okay. I swear,” you mumble softly to her, your tone dripping with sincerity. She hasn’t ruined a thing. If anything, you just feel a stronger urge to make sure she feels good right now. “Do… Do you still want this?”
After a quiet moment of letting her think, she nods silently, and you soften about as much as you have in your whole life. Your chest aches, but not in a bad way; she trusts you enough to let you touch her when no one else ever has. You just nod back, and press a soft kiss to her lips as you start to tug off her clothes, and she tugs off yours. You can almost hear the faint sound of a giggle coming from her. Maybe that’s just your imagination. But when you start kissing your way down her body, you’re sure you hear it.
You grip her hand as you part her legs, and look up at her one more time to make sure she's okay. The look on her face would never reveal that she’s never done this before. She looks so comfortable, so content, and it makes your heart soar that you get to do this with her.
When she nods at you, you slowly lick up her core, just to give her a little taste. She grips her hand around yours a little tighter, and you can tell she’s doing just fine. You start to softly suck on her clit to let her get used to the feeling.
“Mmph- more,” she sighs out, and you grin against her core. Your hand squeezes hers to let her know she’s doing great, and you start flicking your tongue over her bud in the same way she’s done for you before. It's felt good for you, so you assume it’ll feel good for her. And based on her reaction, it definitely does; “Fuck… God, I love you…”
You almost don’t hear it. Maybe you were imagining it again, just like her giggles, but the way her eyes widen when she realizes just confirms that she did actually say what she said. And she meant it. It’s quite literally comical, the way she starts to go back and pretend she didn’t just admit she loves you. “Shit- I- I mean… uh… oh, that feels goooood…” she fake-moans, throwing her head back, but you can tell she’s just panicking from the way she peeks one eye open at you, like she’s checking to see if you believe her. You absolutely do not. It makes her stomach sink, but when you burst into a fit of giggles, she quirks a confused, but amused eyebrow at you.
“What feels good?” you ask amidst giggles, and she realizes she fucked herself over even more. You’re not even touching her anymore. In fact, you’ve completely sat back on your heels to look at her and her pretty blushing face. But when you see how genuinely nervous she looks, you soften, “...You love me?”
She’s about to shake her head and start denying it, but the look in your eyes melts her. You look so… hopeful, or happy, or anything that isn’t the disgust she’d been expecting. It makes her feel a little bit better, so she nods silently.
You really didn’t think you could get any happier tonight. You’d just had the perfect date, she trusted you to touch her for the first time, and now she was telling you she loved you? You could burst into tears. Happy tears.
But you don’t. Instead, you crawl your way up her body, and kiss her so softly that she melts under you. It’s nothing but gentle, loving, reassuring. Everything she needs to feel right now. She completely melts underneath your touch. After a moment, which could be a few seconds or a few hours, you pull away just enough to rest your forehead against hers. You want to make sure she’s looking at you. She already is. Your hands softly cup her cheeks, and you mumble so quietly, just as gently as your kiss, “I love you too.”
And when you both immediately burst into a fit of giggles, you know you’re okay. She actually loves you, and you actually love her. You don’t think you could possibly love her any more than you do right now.
After a few more sleepy kisses and soft giggles, you realize that you’d unintentionally edged her. It makes you giggle even more because she obviously doesn’t care, but you definitely do. You’re the first person she’s trusting to touch her, so you want to make sure she finishes. When you make your way back down her body to settle between her legs, she’s confused for a moment before a massive grin and more giggles erupt from her. She’s so beyond adorable. You can’t help but giggle back, and you mumble softly as you press a loving kiss to the inside of her thigh, “...Still wanna come?”
A soft grunt of frustration leaves your lips as you struggle to unzip your dress. You’re turned around in the mirror, trying to grab at it, but your arm just isn’t long enough, no matter what you do. After such a long night of talking to people you don’t know and pretending to laugh at their jokes, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep forever. You want the dress off.
Billie wants it off too, but for an entirely different reason. You’d complained about it for hours on end before going to the event, about how it was “too tight” and “not your color”. But Billie couldn’t get enough of it. She couldn’t get enough of you: the way the dress hugged your body, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, how soft you looked. It wasn’t even inherently sexual; you just looked so pretty.
As you struggle, you feel her gentle hands rest on your shoulders, and she slowly pulls the zipper down as she presses her soft lips to your bare shoulder. You turn your head slightly to meet her eyes, and it’s like all of the exhaustion and stress of the night melts away. She’s smiling at you so gently, her eyes so full of love, like you’re the only thing worth looking at. You lean up to kiss her cheek, mumbling under your breath, “Thank you.”
Her smile softens even more, and the kiss she leaves on your temple says the words she doesn’t say out loud: “Of course. Anything for you.”
And then she’s holding your hand so softly, her fingers absentmindedly playing with your palm as she walks you over to the bed. This time, your lips find her shoulder as you follow behind her, and they trail up to the back of her neck before she helps you get comfy.
Instead of hovering on top of you like she normally might, she lays down next to you, and helps work you out of the rest of your clothes. She takes the pins out of your hair, taking care to not pull or twist, unclips the bra that was much too tight for you, runs her fingers up your spine to encourage you to stretch yourself out before you get too sore, slides your underwear down your legs, all while letting her lips graze your skin with the tiniest kisses. She’s always been so beyond gentle with you, and she can tell you really need that gentleness right now.
Her lips trail down your neck, pressing the softest, barely there kisses to your skin. Usually, she loves biting and sucking at your skin, but she can tell that isn’t what you need right now. She knows your body better than anyone else, and for right now, she just wants to love on you. Especially because you looked so pretty tonight.
She spends a few moments kissing over your breasts, which she knows are sore from the bra you’d been wearing that was meant to push them up. It looked great— it always does— but she’d much rather have you comfortable. And she knows you so well that she knows you’re way too sore for any real stimulation, so she avoids your nipples and just soothes over the skin instead, like she’s trying to coax it back to normal. You sigh quietly at the feeling of her soft lips and gentle fingers on your skin; it’s definitely helping.
After a long while of attention to your chest, Billie makes her way down to your tummy. You’ve always been sensitive about being touched there, like most people are. It’s just so vulnerable and ticklish, and in the past, being touched in your stomach usually involved having fingers jabbed in your sides in what was supposed to be a funny joke. But you hate being tased like that, and Billie knows it, so she’s never even tried. There are better ways to mess with you than hurting you and making you uncomfortable.
Her lips are so soft, trailing over your stomach in a way that might tickle, but doesn’t. She takes extra care to make sure it doesn’t. You’ve given her the privilege of getting to touch you there, and she’d never even dream about abusing it. It makes you feel so known, so loved.
She slowly works her ways down to your thighs, and if it’s possible, her lips become even softer. What used to be angry marks on your delicate skin have softened into small raised lines. They might be years old, but they never really go away, and in all the time she’s known you, she’s never once brought them up. At least, not during times like this. You’ve talked about it, sure, but she always makes them feel… insignificant. Not in a way that ignores the reason for them being there, but in a way that just makes them feel like more skin. They’re a part of you, and she doesn’t care that they’re there. They don’t change how much she loves you.
Then, when she finally connects her mouth with your core, any last bit of tension in your body completely melts away. She’s so gentle, like she only cares about making you feel good. She knows you’re sleepy and overwhelmed and just need love, so that’s all she’s going to give you.
Her hands hold your hips as she softly runs her tongue over you, and your hand tangles in her hair just so you can feel her. Your other hand fiddles with the sheets until one of her own comes up to replace the fabric, and the action is so sweet that you could burst into tears. Fingers intertwine in the gentlest way possible; it’s not desperate or demanding on either end. You just want to be together.
When your thighs start trembling softly around her head, she knows you’re close. You don’t even need to tell her, she just knows you that well, and a soft squeeze to your hand has you falling apart in her arms.
Billie really proves how well she knows you when her mouth slows down, already knowing you’re going to be sensitive, but doesn’t stop. The slight tightening of your fingers in her hair tells her you want to keep going, and, of course, she doesn’t mind. She’d do this all night, all day, as long as you wanted her to. And she does: only pulling away what must be hours later when your fingers in her hair loosen, and your soft moans quiet down to sleepy breaths.
She pulls away to gently clean you up, careful to avoid the places you’re most sensitive. You’re practically asleep already, but you’re awake enough to feel her soft lips press to her forehead, and her arms encase you to pull you against her body. A sigh leaves you when you’re all tucked up against her, soft skin on soft skin, and it only takes a few more minutes for you to pass out on her chest.
You’ve spoken barely two words to each other since you got home, but actions really do speak louder than words. The way she touches you so softly in your most sensitive areas, always double checks to make sure you’re okay, scratches your head in the way she knows you like, it says so much. Tells you how much she loves you. And the way your fingers find the spot on her waist that they always do, and just barely twitch along the skin, even when you’re too tired to move, tells her you love her just as much.
a/n: sorry this got so long, i highkey got carried away but this prompt is just so cute☹️☹️☹️ hope you like it tho!!
“What the fuck was that?” Billie says roughly, letting the door slam behind her. The heavy rain instantly starts soaking through your dress, but it’s obvious that she doesn’t care.
“I don’t know what you’re so mad about. You’ve been ignoring me all night!” you retort in a little louder tone than her. It’s true; she’s been paying much more attention to her friends than you. It would hurt anyone, but it hurts even more because she’s been so busy all week and you just wanted to spend time with her. You’d even dolled yourself up, having your friends help you out with your hair and makeup and clothing while you gushed about her, about how excited you were to hang out with her. You wanted her to look at you, but she just didn’t seem interested. So when some random guy came over to start hitting on you, you figured you were valid in flirting back. You deserved to have fun, too. Obviously, Billie didn’t agree.
“You- he- he was touching you,” she says, even a little rougher, picking up a deeper growl to her voice. Contrary to how you’re currently feeling, you can tell she doesn’t seem very hurt. She just seems…
“You’re jealous,” you point out with a teasing grin. Billie loves to pretend to be jealous, but she’s all bark and no bite. She treats it like a game, or an excuse to be a little rougher with you (which you’d never complain about). This time, though, you can almost see the green in her eyes.
She doesn’t even try to deny it. She just clenches her fists, sets her jaw, and then suddenly she’s pinning you to the brick wall behind your back. Now, Billie isn’t tall by any means, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t intimidating as hell. Her bright blue eyes are completely blown out, and she gets right up in your face, murmuring out in a way that makes you throb, “Yeah, I am jealous. Don’t want anyone touchin’ you-” at that, her hand slips under the bottom of your dress, and her fingers barely brush your thigh before immediately shoving themselves into your panties, “-but me”
A gasp echoes through the alleyway as soon as you feel her cold fingers sliding through your folds, but when she lets out a matching gasp at the sheer amount of wetness there, only your sound is covered up by her hand placing itself over your mouth. It might be raining outside, and the bar might be pretty loud, but she’s still Billie fucking Eilish. She can’t get caught doing this. Not that you mind, though. It just means that you get to be a little louder.
She slides two fingers into your hole and starts pounding into you immediately, finding your sweet spot like she does every time. All you can do is gasp and moan and squirm in her arms, and she holds you down like she always does, but she can tell you’re only squirming because it feels so good. She’s just that good.
“Tell me you’re mine,” she demands (more like growls) into your ear, and when she starts sucking a big, dark bruise into your neck, you know she means it. She’s really jealous this time, and if it wasn’t for the hand on your mouth, you’d oblige without a second thought. The soft “I’m yours” that you try to mumble out, though, is completely muffled by her. It doesn’t help that it’s still raining pretty hard, and the music from inside the bar is so loud that you can feel it thumping through your body. It makes you whine a little, but Billie grins; she might be actually jealous this time, but everything is still a game to her.
“C’mon, mama, jus’ tell me ‘nd then you can come,” she says lowly, but it’s punctuated by a teasing giggle. A giggle. She’s got her fingers shoved in your cunt, a hand over your mouth, dark purple bruises forming on your throat, and she’s giggling. She might be insufferable sometimes, but she’s still cute.
You try again, but it just comes out even more muffled than last time, and she even presses her thumb down hard on your clit to mess with you more. It forces a high pitched squeak out of you, and you shoot her what you think is a glare, but by the way she grins even wider, you wonder if it might’ve looked more desperate than annoyed. Billie’s never had the longest attention span, and that definitely bleeds into the sex you have, too, so it only takes her another moment before she’s taking her hand off of your mouth, opting to trace her fingers over the marks on your neck instead, and then kiss you hard. You’re already shaking with your impending orgasm, and it’s so hard to think with her all over you, but you know what you’ve got to say before you come; so, the second you get a breath of air, you mumble against her lips, “M’yours.”
You squirm underneath her, but don’t get very far. Her hand is trapping your wrists over your head too firmly. You know she won’t be happy with all of your movement, but you can’t help it; not with three of her fingers pounding into you.
All you’d done was talk to some girl at a party. It meant absolutely nothing; she’d just asked if you had a girlfriend, you'd said yes, and she left. That was all it was, but Billie loves to take that kind of thing and run with it. She likes to pretend she's jealous, pretend she’s angry with you, which is how you ended up here.
She’s got you completely naked on the bed. She’d been threatening to tie you up, but you know she won’t. She wants you completely bare, even your wrists and ankles, just to make it more humiliating for you, especially considering she was still fully clothed. All she would allow was her hand pinning yours into the mattress.
“Shhh… hold still. You’re just gonna make it worse,” she murmurs lowly into your ear, continuing to fuck into you. She’s got three fingers shoved into your cunt, and that’s it. She knows it takes you forever to cum like this, with just her fingers, so it’ll make you even more frustrated. More fun for her.
“Billie-” you start to choke out. You barely even did anything wrong, and even though you know her anger is all fake, her fingers in you aren’t.
She quickly shushes you with a particularly harsh thrust. She probably knows your body better than she knows how to spell; she knows exactly what spots make you tick, exactly what spots make you scream, exactly what spots will work you up the most. “Don’t complain. Jus’ shut up and take it, baby. Don’tchu wanna be good f’me?”
Of course, you're nodding before you can even register you are. All you want is to be good for her, even though you know you never stepped out of line in the first place. And so, to be good, like she wants, you know you have to tell her when you get close. “G-Gonna come… please…”
When she bites her lip and smiles, you know you’re fucked. She pounds into you for about ten more seconds before abruptly pulling away, leaving you trembling on the bed with wide, tearful eyes. You whine and sniffle and squirm, but she just holds you down and giggles way too sweetly for what she’s doing to you.
She watches you come down from your edge, and only when she’s sure you’re completely calm does she press her fingers back into you. They immediately find your sweet spot which is already sore from the first edge, and you have to force yourself to relax. You know you’re in for a long night of crying and lost pleasure, but you want to be good for her.
“See? Not so bad, right?” she mumbles against your shoulder, starting to place open mouthed kisses to your bare skin. You can feel the material of her shirt on your chest when she leans down (which happens to be incredibly sensitive from her abuse on your nipples just before this), and it serves as a reminder of your position. She’s got complete control. You shake your head, and she grins against your shoulder. “Good. Jus’ keep bein’ good f’me. We’ll keep goin’ ‘til I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
words: 846
“...What’re you doin’?” you hear Billie ask from across the room. She’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest as she watches you with a shit eating grin. Your stomach just about drops to your ass, and your moans get caught in your throat. It’s comical, the way you shut the vibrator off immediately and hide it under your pillow as if that’ll make her forget what you were doing.
You hadn’t even heard her come home. It was late, and you just needed something to distract you from the stress of work for a little while. The little pink vibrator you kept in your nightstand seemed like a perfect option, so when she came through the door, she found you bare from the waist down on the bed with the small toy wedged between your legs.
She stares silently at you from the doorway like she’s expecting you to answer her question. You don’t. You can’t even begin to get a word out, not even stuttering. Just pure silence. Well, except for the sound of the vibrator under your pillow, which you apparently hadn’t fully turned off in your panic.
“...Something wrong?” Billie asks from the doorway, that stupid grin still on her face. You can tell by the look alone that she’s never going to let this go. Not for a few hours, at least. You know you’re fucked when she makes her way over to the bed to look down at you, and she nods at the toy, which is still vibrating under your pillow. “Keep going.”
“W-What?” is all you manage to get out. You know she loves humiliating you, but still. This is definitely on the more embarrassing end of anything she’s done before.
“Keep going,” she repeats a little lower this time, her voice picking up more of a growl. She leans over you for a moment to take the toy out from under your pillow, but you’re so distracted from her towering over you that you don’t even register what she’s doing until she’s holding it in front of your face. “I want to watch.”
It’s like you’re in shock or something from her walking in on you. You just can’t seem to get a grip. It’s not like you’ve never had sex before. You definitely have. This situation is just particularly humiliating to you.
Billie picks up on it right away, and it makes her giggle a little. You get so embarrassed so easily, so she decides to help you out a little.
She takes your hand and wraps it back around the toy, and then leads it back to your already soaked core. You barely even process until a gasp forces its way out of your mouth when you feel the vibrations on you.
“There ya go…” she whispers softly, probably to herself. She guides your hand in small circles, which drags the toy in the same motion across your clit. The feeling makes you whine, and once she thinks you've got enough of a rhythm going, she takes her hand away, watching as you keep absentmindedly moving the toy against you. “Mmm… good girl…”
Your brain was already so scrambled from embarrassment that the toy on your clit makes it even harder to focus. All you can feel is the vibrations and her eyes on you. It makes the knot in your tummy start tightening immediately.
You’re so far gone that it barely takes five minutes for you to get close again. Your head is thrown back, your eyes squeezed shut, but you have enough of a mind to ask her to come like you know you’re supposed to. When you open your eyes, though, the sight in front of you makes you audibly whine.
Billie’s sitting right across from you on the bed, her eyes completely fixated on you, just like you’d expected. The part that gets to you, however, is the hand she has shoved in her shorts, and the way she’s very clearly touching herself as she watches you.
She notices right away that you’re right on the edge, and the breathlessness of her words pushes you right over. “Y-yeah, yeah, you can- oh fuck- you can come…”
You finish with a loud whine, and you keep the vibrator pressed into you, just like you know she’d want you to. It takes just a few seconds for you to get wildly overstimulated, though, and you’re about to whine and ask her if you can stop, but a warm hand on yours and two fingers pressed to your lips beat you to it.
You part your lips without a second thought (not that you have any thoughts in the first place). She presses her two fingers into your mouth for you to suck her wetness off of them, and she uses her other hand to shut off the vibrator, making you sigh in relief. Her lips press to your forehead in a soft, loving kiss, and her voice is still shaky as she mumbles against your skin, "God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
“This is so dumb… This is so dumb…” she mutters to herself over and over and over. It’s starting to drive you insane.
“Billie, it’s not dumb. It was bound to happen at some point,” you snap, a little harsher than you meant you. When tears fill her eyes, your heart just about shatters.
She’d broken her ankle. Again. This must’ve been, what, the fifth time? It just wouldn’t stay healed, especially not with all of the jumping around she did on tour. She already knew the drill, all the icing and physical therapy and extra precaution that comes with the injury, and she was dreading it. In fact, you both happened to be sitting on the couch, icing her foot like the doctor had told you to do often.
“It is dumb. I didn’t- I don’t understand-” Billie starts, but her tears slowly start to take over.
“Oh, Bil…” you whisper quietly, your voice softening at the tears leaking down her cheeks. You know how hard this has been for her in the past. You hate to see her go through it again. You can’t move her much because you don’t want to jostle her foot, but you reach a gentle hand out to wipe her tears. “Hey… it’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll just… have more time to hang out. That’s not that bad, right?”
When you soften, she softens. She looks up at you with tearful, red eyes and shakes her head, her bottom lip protruding in a small pout. She looks adorable. Miserable, but adorable, and you can tell you might be getting through to her a little. “We can watch so many movies, and you can teach me how to crochet, and I can teach you French, and we can rearrange the whole house… it’ll be fun. I think you need a good break, anyway.”
At all of the suggestions, she can’t help but crack the tiniest, most heartbreaking smile you’ve ever seen. The look alone could make you cry. You cup her damp cheeks in your palms, and softly kiss the tip of her nose as you return the smile. “Can I getchu anythin’ right now?”
She sniffles softly, and her gaze leaves yours for a brief moment. Not for long, though. She’s not one to get very embarrassed when asking you for things. “...Can you take care of me?” she asks in a small voice.
If it’s possible, you soften even more. You can tell what that look in her eyes means; it’s not really about the sex. She just wants to feel close to you. And you want the same thing. “‘Course, baby. Here… lie down…”
It takes a long moment of giggles and almost falling off the couch, but you manage to get her situated with her back propped up against the armrest of the couch with the ice still on her foot. You slowly climb over her and rest your head on her chest, your finger on her clit. You rub soft circles into her, being so incredibly gentle with her. That’s all she deserves: gentleness. When she sighs, you can tell you’re doing a good job. Your lips trail over her neck, not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to give her even more comfort.
“M’gonna come,” she mumbles through breathy moans and sighs, her body starting to tremble softly under you.
You kiss your way up to her lips, and mumble soft reassurances against them. They might be within the context of the sex, but you really mean them in the context of the long healing journey ahead of her. “I’m right here.”
masterlist for the prompt thingy im doing just to show what's been requested and what i'm working on!! they will all be out at some point, but i had a little less time this week than i thought i would, so it might take another week or two. but trust they will get done!! 😉 also, some prompts have been requested as a pair, so if you want one seperately, or you want two that have already been requested seperately to be a pair in a different blurb, feel free to ask!! or if you want a prompt ive already done but with someone else, please ask!! im just trying to avoid a million requests for the same prompts with the same person😋
p.s. check my nav post if you want to see who i write for!!
turnnoffyourmind
vaporwave
janainaart
origamiaround
pixelskylines