“SOFT DRUG DEALER BILLIE ⊹₊⟡⋆”
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WARNINGS : soft drugdealer!billie eilish x fem!reader | drugs, switch!billie, smut, fluff, possessive relationship undertones, mentions of guns, mild violence implication
- this keeps getting requested, so here you go.
DEALER!BILLIE who looks like she just walked out of a book store instead of the life she lives. dark brown hair, blue eyes that don’t miss anything, dimples that show at the worst times. people trust her too easily… and she uses that.
DEALER!BILLIE has nights where she barely talks. sits on the edge of the bed, head in her hands. if you come up behind her and hug her, she leans back into you instantly, like she was waiting for it.
DEALER!BILLIE billie’s pale fingers tremble slightly while counting a massive haul, voice harsh with suspicion about tainted product, blue eyes scanning every bill. you steady her with your touch, massaging her shoulders until dimples crease her cheeks in relaxation.
DEALER!BILLIE late at night, billie tucks her gun under her pillow like a guardian, her dark brown hair laid out on the sheets as she spoons you from behind, pale arm draped protectively over your waist. she's been fuming about other dealers encroaching on her turf all day, as her lips brushed your shoulder with soft apologies for the stress she brings home.
* DEALER!BILLIE after billie came home from working all day, you're lying naked on the large hotel bed with billie straddling your hips. she dips her head to your breasts, where a thin line of white powder waits, eyes fluttering shut as she inhales deeply, a soft moan escaping her lips from the rush. then she crawls up, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, tasting of salt and sweetness, murmuring against your lips how perfect you are.
DEALER!BILLIE she’s on her knees in front of you in a fitted black suit, makeup soft, hair slightly messy in a pretty way. she looks up at you like you’re the only thing in the room.
you’re counting money out loud, as she gently takes your heels off. each time she removes one, she presses a soft kiss to your ankle. “keep counting,” she murmurs, eyes not leaving you. she gets like this—quietly obsessive.
DEALER!BILLIE who wears tight dresses sometimes—rarely, but when she does, it’s like seeing a completely different version of her. soft curves, bare skin, hair styled instead of hidden. she gets shy about it too. “…don’t look at me like that,” she mutters, even though she walked out just to see your reaction.
DEALER!BILLIE who gets quiet when you tell her she’s a good person. like she doesn’t believe it. “…you don’t know everything,” she says, but there’s no bite to it.
DEALER!BILLIE who ended up arriving home later than usual. too late. billie came through the door in all black, ski mask half way off—as if she needed air to breathe, with black with gloves on. her eyes saw you first before she pulls it off fully, messy hair falling..
she looks too pretty for the moment. your eyes drops. her hand’s low at her side, hiding something. “billie… what is that?” she turns quick, brushing past you.
she looks so pretty for the moment. your eyes trailed lower, noticing her hands were on her side, hiding something. a rifle gun. “billie… what is that?” she turns quick, brushing past you.
she slips the gloves off, putting everything out of sight before coming back to you, hands softer, holding your arms. “…hey,” she murmurs. “i’m okay. you’re okay. that’s what really matters” and just pulls you in before you can ask more.
DEALER!BILLIE who has a beautiful, almost gentle soul under everything. she notices small things, if you ate, if your tone changed, if you’re quiet for too long.
DEALER!BILLIE who likes skincare routines but acts like she doesn’t. you’ll catch her in the mirror trying products she “borrowed” from you.
DEALER!BILLIE who gets quiet when she’s overwhelmed, sitting on the floor counting money just to feel like she has control again.
* DEALER!BILLIE in the lighting near the bedside lamp, billie's legs hook tight around your shoulders, pulling you deeper as your tongue works her wet folds, her pale thighs trembling with your work. she's a little rough, fingers tangling harshly in your hair to guide you, moans spilling out ragged and praising, while her gun tucked in her bra shifts up and down with her heaving breaths, the metal glinting against her chest.
DEALER!BILLIE is the type to go from “stop fucking with my money” on the phone to laying her head in your lap five minutes later like nothing happened.
* DEALER!BILLIE who’s strap thrusts further within you, with each rough snap of her hips, turning you into a moaning mess, whimpers spilling out as she clamps a crisp hundred-dollar bill—dusted with white powder—over your mouth to muffle the sounds.
DEALER!BILLIE who isn’t used to being seen soft, feminine, and gentle. you make her feel like she’s more than the life she lives.
DEALER!BILLIE you watch her when she sleeps sometimes. the same girl who can turn cold in seconds… now curled into you like she belongs there. you brush a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. she shifts slightly, pulling closer, with a arm tightening around your waist like she’s holding onto you even in her sleep. you lean down and kiss her forehead gently. “you’re so pretty,” you whisper.
DEALER!BILLIE “i don’t wanna do this forever,” she says, laying beside you, your fingers playing with her hand tattoo. “i want something… normal. somewhere far.”
“then let’s go,” you mutter. she huffs softly, shaking her head. “…it’s not that simple. this life don’t just let you walk away.” then her hand finds yours, squeezing gently.
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