Remember My Mouth Will Always Be Better Then Your Hands Just Sayin

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JUST THIS

IN THE NAME OF GOD

im gonna kms omg i just stepped in a huge wad of gum 😭😭😭 look i get eating lunch on the floor because i do too but at least CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF?

actually, everything on the prompt list but its things i need you to say to me before + while you talk me through it

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oh baby come over and i'll talk you through it i promise, let me take care of you and make you feel good pretty

i need a sub masc so bad like I NEED ONE RIGHT NOW like omg pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

desperate femme this.. desperate femme that.. give me a desperate butch. give me a butch who’s begging to touch me. give me a butch who’s so far gone the only thing they can do is stare and look like they’re about to jump on me.

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okay so this is actually the best thing i've ever read.

i need soft dom billie to fuck me right now.

YAY INBOX OPEN!!! pretty please 😣🙏🏻 experienced or clingy billie in a relationship with reader but she's shy or like touch deprived 😼😼😼

just touch me

warnings: contains smut and a wholeeee lotta kissing.. this got super fucking long lol

summary: it’s your first time hooking up with your budding situationship, billie. it’s been a minute for you so you wanna take it slow. that is until you’re met with touchy, clingy, romantic, soft billie…

The afternoon had fallen softly into a quiet, amber-tinted evening that hummed with the possibility of something intimate. Billie had come over earlier, hood up, cheeks slightly pink from the chill outside, a bag of snacks in her hand, and a sleepy smile on her face.

"Hi, mama," she smirked, walking through the doorway and burying herself in a hug. You snorted at her immediate attempt at flirting. "Hi Billie," you replied between giggles.

You had ordered takeout and half-watched a movie while sharing a blanket on the couch, while your legs tangled up beneath it and your bodies edged closer with every shared laugh.

You were still laughing at one of her dramatic reenactments of a scene she hated, when her voice softened and she leaned in, eyes sparkling.

“You’re so cute when you’re giggly,” she murmured, brushing her nose against your cheek.

The kiss that came next came naturally, like breathing. It always did. You could kiss Billie Eilish forever and never get tired of how she tasted like mint and sugar and felt like warmth. Her fingers traced your jaw, your neck, your waist, curious and slow, like she was trying to learn you all over again.

“Wanna go get cozier?” Her voice was low, kind. The kind of tone that asked a question and also whispered, only if you want to.

You nodded, and she took your hand without hesitation, leading the way with that little sideways smile of hers, the one she wore when she wasn’t quite sure what would happen next, but hoped it would be something good.

Inside your bedroom, the world narrowed to just the two of you and the soft hush of the room. The blankets were rumpled from this morning, and Billie crawled onto the bed with a sleepy smile, waiting for you to join her before reaching out her arms.

"C'mere."

You smiled and crawled into the bed beside her and it was like everything else melted away. She pulled you close, her nose brushing yours, her fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. And then she kissed you, so slowly and sweetly, like she had all the time in the world. And you melted into it, your hands finding the shape of her shoulders, the curve of her neck, the softness of her hoodie under your palms.

The kisses picked up, hungrier now. Her lips moved against yours slowly, but her hands were less patient. Still respectful, still gentle, but clearly craving more of you.

She shifted slightly, pulling you closer until you were pressed chest to chest, her hand sliding under your shirt, warm fingers skimming over your tummy.

That’s when it happened—you froze. Just for a second. Enough for her to feel the difference.

Billie pulled back, immediately attuned. “Hey love,” she whispered, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Too much?”

You shook your head, then gave a little shrug. “I just… I haven’t done anything in a while. Not since my ex. And we broke up like a year ago. And you… You’re more experienced than me anyway.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Seriously.”

You looked up at her. “I don’t know if I want to do more tonight.”

She didn’t hesitate. “That’s totally fine, lovey. We don’t have to. We can just kiss. Or just cuddle. Or literally just lie here breathing. I’m good with all of it mama.”

That made something melt inside you.

So, for a while, that’s what you did. You kissed and held each other, Billie’s hands roaming in quiet patterns over your arms, your back, the curve of your hip. She didn’t try anything more. She was just there, gentle and warm and all yours for the night.

But the longer you kissed her, the more you felt your body shift. Something deeper stirred beneath the quiet comfort, something warmer, something wanting. Billie wasn’t rushing you. She wasn’t even asking. She was just being—soft lips at your jaw, breath warm on your neck, her fingers exploring the safe places you’d let her reach, never crossing a line unless you pulled her with you.

And maybe it was the way she murmured your name between kisses, like a promise. Or the way her hand drifted across your waist, not under your clothes this time, but pressing with reverence. Maybe it was just the way she waited—for you to meet her there.

Whatever it was, your fingers curled into her shirt and you found yourself whispering, “I think I want more.”

She paused, her breath catching just slightly. “Are you sure?” Her voice was barely audible, like she was afraid to break the moment by saying it too loudly.

You nodded, your nose brushing hers. “Yeah. With you… like this… I’m sure.”

Billie’s smile was slow and tender, and she kissed you again, deeper now. Not hurried, not demanding. Just full of meaning. Full of care. Her hands found your skin again, and this time, you didn’t freeze. You sighed, arching into her touch, letting her explore you like you were music she wanted to memorize by heart.

Everything about her was slow and warm and good—the kind of good that didn’t need to be fast or perfect. Just honest.

The air around you buzzed with anticipation, the heat between you growing gradually, sweetly. Every kiss made you ache a little more, not out of impatience but out of how much you wanted to give in to her hands, her mouth, her love.

And in that quiet, breathless space between words and touches, Billie whispered, “You’re beautiful like this, you know that?”

You smiled against her lips, your hand sliding up her back. “So are you.”

"Seriously though.. Your face is all flushed and glowy, and your lips are a little swollen... We should make out more often." You snorted at her last statement, hiding your face for a second in her shoulder.

"Noted. I'll definitely add that to our list of things we can do," you both dissolved into more giggles until they turned to just smiles.

"Are you still sure, angel? I don't want you to feel pressured in any way to do this. I know it's been a while for you, and I don't wanna rush you." You could have melted into the floor at her statement.

"Yeah, love, I'm sure. But uh.. I um.."

"You what, doll? Say the word and I'll make it happen."

"Actually... I wanna change."

"Change? Like your clothes? You know those usually come off right?" You couldn't help the snort that came out before you nodded, biting your lip shyly.

"Yes, I know that you goose. Just wait here." You kissed the corner of her mouth before scampering towards your dresser, grabbing something from the back of your top drawer, and heading to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, you slipped on a pretty matching set. A delicate, lacey set you had bought a few weeks ago with Billie in mind. This wasn't your first time having sex, far from it. However, it would be your first time with a girl you really cared about. After you and your ex-boyfriend broke up last year, you had a few flings... and then came along Billie. You just had a feeling this one... this one would work.

You stepped out of the bathroom, shutting off the light and leaning on the doorframe. Billie was still lying on her back, one arm behind her head, until she turned to look at you. The candle burning on your bathroom counter flickered behind you, framing your silhouette.

"Baby..." she barely whispered, practically bouncing as she sat up fully, her eyes never leaving you.

"You like it?" You tried to sound confident, but your nerves made your voice about seven octaves higher than you wanted. She reached a hand out softly, flicking her middle and ring fingers to beckon you closer.

"C'mere," it was barely a whisper. When you reached her, she took your hand so you could get up on the bed and straddle her hips steadily. She only let go of your hand to then run both her hands up your thighs to your waist, softly sitting there, rubbing your back a bit too.

"You, my dear," she started. "You look like Aphrodite." Her voice was soft and low, her eyes were wide and sparkly, and her breath was hitched and light.

"Oh! Oh, um," you were distracted by her wandering hands playing with your bra straps around your shoulders.

"Bils, I don't wanna ruin the moment, but um.. what exactly does she look like?" Billie fully threw her head back, cackling at your question, making you giggle a bit too.

"Sorry, doll, I didn't mean like 'oh you look like her, you both have dark hair' or whatever," she flushed a bit before continuing. "Aphrodite is the goddess of love..." she trailed off, hoping you caught her drift. There were three words she wanted to say right now, but couldn't get out quite yet.

"Let me love on you, baby girl," she whispered directly in your ear, kissing right below it, making you shiver. "I'll talk you through everything if you want, I know it's been a while for you."

"Okay," you breathed out, tilting your head back so she could continue her kisses on your skin.

"Let's get you comfy, pretty girl," Billie said between kisses before leaning back so she could help you lie down. She fluffed the pillow a bit before guiding your head down onto it and kissing your cheek.

And then your jaw..

And neck..

and collarbones...

"God, you're gorgeous," she mumbled more to herself than anything, but the red flush on your cheeks told her you heard it.

"Can I take this off?" She asked softly, tracing her fingers on the light embroidered flowers on your bra.

"Yeah, baby."

Baby. The name struck her in the gut. She had used it on you since day one. You, on the other hand, were reluctant to use such an intimate nickname with her. Sticking with love and lovey as a safe bet. Baby.

She tucked a hand behind your back a bit, looking for the clasp, when you grabbed her wrist to stop her. Confused, she leaned back, only to watch you unclasp the bra from the front, revealing your breasts to her like a precious artifact kept hidden in a box, being revealed for the first time. You sat up slightly to shimmy your bra down your shoulders and fling it to the side.

Her brows furrowed watching you, the same way her brows furrow when she's holding back tears or she's experiencing something so heart-wrenching.

She situated herself on your hips so she could lean down and kiss your breast once.. twice.. three times... until you were softly squirming under her grasp. She sucked and bit softly at your one nipple while she kneaded and played with the other in her hand.

"Bils," you gasped, eyes fluttering shut as you grasped the sheets next to you.

"Shh sh sh, I've got you, doll. You ready for more?"

You nodded, chest heaving softly. "Please.. just touch me."

Together, you slowly took off Billie's clothes, leaving her naked in front of you. You took in her perfect body for a few minutes, fingers tracing her tattoos delicately, giggling softly when she shivered from the feeling.

"As much as I adore the feeling of your hands all over me, I want this to be about you, angel." She pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the other corner, and then directly on your lips. Your hands found their way into her dark hair, pulling slightly to keep her close.

Her hand drifted delicately down your torso until it found the waistband of your panties. She pulled away just enough to look you in the eye to silently ask for permission. You smiled softly and nodded, lifting your hips to assist her as she pulled your panties off of you.

"Alright mama, you're in complete control here, kay? If anything feels uncomfy, or you want more or less, or whatever you want, you tell me. Okay?"

"Okay." You seriously thought you were in a dream. A year ago, you were dating a loser who basically fucked you and then knocked out next to you. Forget about finding the clit, motherfucker didn't know the clit existed. And now you couldn't tell if you were on earth or in heaven because of this girl, who was showering you with love, and comfort, and patience.

You gasped softly when you felt her fingers on your clit, rubbing soft but tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," you whispered, letting you head fall back onto the pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

"You're so wet, baby," Billie purred into your ear, letting two fingers dip into you just at the tip. She spread your wetness around, making sure everything was lubricated before even asking if she could go all the way.

"Wait," Billie sat up immediately, a concerned look on her face. You interrupted her before she could even start to fuss.

"Want the strap.." Your voice got quieter with every word, confidence dwelling. Billie's heart swelled.

"Can I stretch you with my fingers a bit first? Maybe we do strap another night, I don't wanna hurt you."

"Billie, I trust you right now more than anything else on this planet. I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea what we are. But I do know that I don't think there's another woman on the planet who will ever be as loving and patient as you are being right now. I don't want this to end tomorrow, and then I have to be uncomfortable with someone else. I wanna be uncomfy with you... You bring comfort to my discomfort. I want it with you."

The silence between you two was palpable, and Billie looked like she could cry. With a kiss to your lips and not another word, she got up and went to her dresser drawer, and pulled out her strap, fastening it to her hips.

Before she could even get back on the bed, the two of you had resumed making out, but the energy shifted once again when you flipped her over so you were on top.

Billie didn't question it, letting you do what you wanted. Like earlier, she took your hand softly so you could maneuver yourself, straddling her hips until you were sitting on top of her strap, snug up against her.

"Go as fast or as slow as you want to, okay, princess?" She said gently as you sat up on your knees, situating the dildo at your entrance. You nodded and leaned in to kiss her as you started to sink down.

Maybe an inch down, you flinched and hissed at the stretch, it had been a year after all, and your own fingers and toys just didn't do it how you needed. Billie grabbed one of your hands, letting you squeeze as hard as you needed, while the other traced soft shapes on your hip, hoping your muscles would start to relax.

You two sat like that for a bit, you up on your knees slightly sunk down on the strap, Billie holding you up, fluttering tiny kisses to your cheek and neck, both of you squeezing hands..

After a bit, you started to move again, slowly sinking further and further until you bottomed out on her, sitting directly onto her thighs.

"Shit Bils," Your voice sounded much more sexy and husky in you head, but all Billie heard was moany whines she knew would float into her dreams.

"You feelin good angelface?" You couldn't even form words once you made eye contact with her icy, hooded eyes. She was biting her lip, and her nose scrunched up a bit when you barely let out a breathy confirmation to her question.

"Need some help?" You nodded again, letting her guide your hips forward to where you were grinding down on her strap.

"Jesus Christ.." Your forehead made contact with her shoulder.

Your pain soon became pleasure, and your confidence grew. Soft rolls of your hips turned into you slowly bouncing on her strap, letting it hit her own clit perfectly.

The room became a filthy symphony of slapping skin and harmonizing moans, with just a twinkle of a creaking bed.

"You are so fucking hot, holy fuck Y/N," Billie let one of her hands creep up to your breast, pinching your nipple ever so slightly, making you groan and throw your head back in pleasure. Something primal came over her; she never wanted anyone else to ever see you like this.

"You starting to get close, doll?" she purred.

"Fuck. Yes," you responded between slams down onto the dildo. If this wasn't your first time together, Billie would have called you her little bunny about a thousand times by now. The way you so confidently and seductively took your pleasure from Billie, switching between rolling your plush hips and bouncing up and down on her.

"Wanna cum together," you gasped out, bringing your own hand to her breasts, toying with her perky untouched nipples making her cry out.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that pretty girl,"

... Naturally, you kept doing it.

Neither of you had to say anything. The flush of your skin and the increase in pitch between your moans told the other you were both close.

"Billie?"

"Yeah- fuck.. Yeah, doll?"

"Can I tell-oh my god - Can I tell you some- something?"

"Right now? Shit.."

"Uh-huh,"

She giggled a bit between her moans.

"What's up- ohhh. What's up little lady?"

"I think, " You groaned in pleasure, tightening on her strap. "I think I'm falling in l- fuckkk. Falling in love with you." You threw your head back for a second before looking back up to see Billie's face.

"Babygirl," She whined out. She couldn't even tell if it was emotions or pleasure. But the slight smirk on her face told you it was at least good.

"Y/N... I'm so in love with you."

Euphoria.

Both of you hit your climax at the same time, neither one slowing down, to drag it out as long as humanly possible, only stopping when you began to wince from overstimulation.

"Okay, okay. I've got you, I've got ya." Quickly but comfortably, she helped you sit up so she could pull out. Only for you to flop right back down into her arms.

For a few minutes, you both sat in comfortable silence, holding each other close and basking in the afterglow. Until...

"Baby?" Billie squeaked out.

"Mmm hmm?" You didn't even lift your head off her shoulder.

"Did you mean that? Are you really falling in love with me?" That made you sit up fully.

"Oh Billie.." You pushed some sweaty hair out of her face, cupping her cheek. Billie raised her hand to hold yours to her face, nuzzling into your hand.

"I've been falling in love with you since the day I met you."

With that, Billie pulled you into a kiss you swore only existed in fairytale movies. She cradled your head in her hands and kissed you so fiercely yet delicately like you were made of glass.

When she pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

"My girl..?"

"Your girl."

The two of you fell asleep that night tangled up with each other, leaving no space for air between your bodies. Not even being sweaty from sex, or hot and steamy from a quick shower, there was no breaking you two away from each other… this truly was the beginning of something beautiful for both of you.

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i love how whenever something gets popular the underground tormented avant garde bloggers start becoming self conscious of liking it/finding it funny, and it eventually evolves into aggression towards it. doesnt matter what it is. unrelated but i saw someone call isopods cringe today

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