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believe what you want | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, shows up at your party, but fails in expressing her intentions.

warnings. fighting, glass/ blood kinda, degrading, smut, strap

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the music echoed in the hallways of your house, reminding you of the shit show going on downstairs. originally you’d planned for about one hundred people, but someone had obviously tipped your bouncer because you found yourself hosting a crowd close to five hundred people.

you were outside on the phone, desperately trying to reason with your security guard who’d seemingly disappeared. something about not being payed enough for a party of five hundred.

“fuck i’ve gotta go.” you hurriedly shoved your phone in your pocket, following the sound of broken glass coming from inside of your house.

“what the fuck happened?” you pushed your way through the crowd before you reached the sight of the black haired girl on the floor, shattered glass surrounding her. she was engrossed in an ongoing fight between her and a tall man, one you’d quickly recognised to be your soon to be ex boyfriend. and another man in a brown jacket, spitting insults at the both of them. you didn’t care to understand the situation.

“billie?” you shouted but to no avail, she couldn’t hear you, neither of them could. you texted the dj to tell him to cut the music. when he did, everyone went silent, huddling around the scene, various pulling out their phones to record.

“fuck.” she breathed when her eyes met yours. you reached your hand out to help her up, and her eyebrows furrowed. she studied your expression, attempting to figure out how mad you were, and wether she should engage with you or not.

“hey, go take care of her i’ll clean this up.” your friend brushed past you and you mouthed a thank you when the music started up again and everyone turned away.

“hey, look, i’m so-” her words tumbled out in a cloud of regret but you cut her off.

“shut up.” you pulled her arm, gesturing for her to follow you to the bathroom. on your way you caught sight of the bouncer and waved for him to come over.

“i’ll pay you whatever you want to be payed just get that guy in the brown jacket out of here, please.” he nodded and billie shook her arm out of your grasp. you glared at her in an effort to convince her into coming with you.

“i’m totally fine.” she huffed, when you raised an eyebrow. mocking her subtly.

“you’re bleeding, idiot.” she rolled her eyes and followed you to the bathroom.

“no need to be so rude.” she sat herself on the toilet as you fumbled through the cabinets, finding your first aid kit.

“you crashed my party.” you retorted, in disbelief. she’d clearly woken up and decided to be sassy today.

“you didn’t invite me.” she smirked up at you, but her expression fell when you shoved the kit into her arms, and made a stance to leave.

“you’re not gonna help me?” she chirped, somewhat teasingly, it only irritated you however.

“nope.” your hand reached for the door handle but her words halted your movements again.

“at least keep me company?” she pleaded, and when you turned to meet her, she was genuine.

“what’s your problem, billie?” she froze, not having expected to be called out so abruptly.

“huh?” it was a stupid ‘huh’, she was testing your patience.

“you crash my party, start a fight with my boyfriend, and then expect me to be nice to you.” she squinted her eyes, clearly not liking the accusation.

“you insisted on helping me.” she was unbothered by your frustration, demonstrating her lack of compassion for you in the moment.

“can you believe i didn’t want you to bleed on my white carpet?” sarcasm coated your words.

“i just think you wanted some alone time with me.” she winked and you looked away, trying to calm down before you lashed out.

“why where you fighting with him?” you ignore her previous comment, leading her to fantasise about why.

“he started it!” she said defensively.

“i know for a fact that’s not true.” she stared at you for a second, before concluding it would be useless to lie.

“okay fine, but you won’t like it.” she admitted.

“let me guess, he was cozying up to another bitch.” she was visibly surprised by your deduction, questions raiding her mind.

“don’t ask.” you said simply.

“but-”

“no.” you ran the tap, splashing your face with some water, needing the heat in your cheeks to falter.

“he doesn’t deserve you.” she said quietly, the attitude in her voice now gone.

“don’t you think i know that? it’s none of your business, billie. besides, why do you care?” the question was one you were eager to learn the answer to.

“i just..” she trailed off, packing the first aid kit back up, having finished attending to her various cuts.

“what? are you jealous?” she rolled her eyes again, pissing you off even more.

“then what is it? what could possibly make you crash my party and try to fight my boyfriend.”

“stop calling him that.” she demanded, ignoring the rest of your words as she put her hands on either side of the sink, trapping you.

“so you are jealous.” it was more of a statement rather than a question.

“believe what you want.” her eyes were still and cold, pushing you away, despite her body inching closer.

“god you’re such a dick.” the insult didn’t faze her, she knew it was true.

“i know.” her hips pressed harshly against yours as her hand grasped your chin firmly, bringing her lips to yours. as she kissed you, her body swayed, making you aware of what was beneath her jeans.

“oh really? you just came here to fuck?” her eyes bore into your own, as her cold fingers danced closer to your pussy, resting on the skin of your lower stomach. she moved her lips to your ear, kissing the skin around it as she dipped her hand under your jeans, palming your clothed heat.

“i know you want it too, baby.” your gasps fell from your lips in a frenzy and her fingers brushed your clit, teasing the skin of your thighs momentarily. “tell me to stop.”

her lips wandered your neck, leaving the skin wet and bruised, sure to turn purple.

“say it.” she repeated as she sucked on yours skin and pinched the lips of your clit, the fabric of your thong doing little to stop her.

“tell me to stop.” she said another time before her fingers ran across the wetness surrounding your hole.

“fuck, billie.” you clenched on nothing, moving your hips in attempt for some friction.

“hm?” her fingers left you immediately and she brought them up to your lips as she watched you suck them.

“suddenly you’re so needy? pathetic.” your cries of protest were muffled by her fingers, as she shoved them further down your throat, gags following when your eyes watered.

“tell me what you want, mama.” her wet fingers left your mouth and gripped your hips, pressing you firmly against the sink. your sanity had returned and you refused to give her the satisfaction of your submission.

“no?” she tutted, disappointed but accepting it as a challenge. she spun you around so that your ass was pressed against the bulge in her jeans. a choked groan left you and she chuckled. she unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans before doing the same to yours. she lifted your legs and attached them to her hips, guiding your back into an arch as your cheek reached the cold mirror.

“billie, please.” the plea came out raspy, when you felt her fingers circling the skin around your thong, before she pulled it off completely.

“what? you want my dick?” her bottom lip stuck out, mocking you.

“mhm.” it was a defeated grumble and she grinned when she heard it.

“what makes you think you deserve it?” she pushed the tip close to your entrance, teasing you with it, watching how your body shuddered in response.

“come on, baby. beg for it.” she snarled as she continued to tease you with the tip of her strap.

“billie, pleasee.” you whined, desperation consuming your body. your mind was in a haze, all you could think of was her.

“there’s my girl.” she let herself sink into you the base of the strap hitting the place of her arousal perfectly. her grunts traveled to your core, a knot forming quickly, building up the deeper she thrusted into you.

“fuck, you look so pretty.” she gasped, as you bounced on her dick, your hands holding you up on the sink as she continuously rammed into you from behind. she slapped your ass a couple times and swiftly bit her lip when she saw your reaction.

“billie,” it was a loud whine, signaling you were close to your release. her face was buried in your neck as her hands held your hips firmly, preventing you from moving them.

“not yet, baby.” she reached for your face, and directed it so that you were facing the mirror.

“i want you to look at me while you cum. want to see how hard i’m fucking my girl.” her words sent you straight to heaven, fogging up your mind as your tears clouded your vision.

you snapped out of it when you heard someone call your name from outside the door. billie’s movements faltered but she quickly returned to her forceful thrusts when she realised who it was.

“scream for me baby, wanna hear you. want him to hear you.” she slurred, hitting your cervex as you clenched harder, a euphoria washing over you as you released.

“billie!” loud moans strung from your mouth as she helped you ride out your orgasm. thoughts of your boyfriend long gone.

“say my name again.” she pulled out of you completely before thrusting back into your sensitive pussy. your knuckles turned white.

“fuck, bils.”

“billie? i swear to god if you don’t open the fucking door right now!” his voice boomed from the other side of the door as he started knocking furiously.

“or what?” she shouted back, your lip about to bleed from your teeth sinking into it, trying desperately to stay quiet.

“where’s my fucking girlfriend?” he hit the door multiple times as he spoke.

“she’s in here with me!” your eyes widened and you met hers in the reflection.

“i don’t believe you.” he called and billie made more of an effort to make you moan, toying with your sensitive clit.

“believe what you want.” she smirked before pulling the strap out and forcing you onto your knees. the cold bathroom tiles creating goosebumps on your skin.

“open up.” she gestured to your lips as you took the strap in your mouth. you gripped her hips to control her thrusts, but you soon failed when she hit the back of your throat.

“so sexy,” she bit her lip, watching yours eyes water. her head fell back when the strap hit her clit and she started grinding on it. your groans were muffled by the strap which brought her to the edge, and she came. as she removed the strap you palmed your jaw, feeling a slight ache.

“still jealous?” you asked her and she chuckled.

“i wasn’t jealous.” she defended.

“clearly.” you muttered sarcastically, putting your jeans and underwear back on.

note: i really hope this isn’t dog shit and that you enjoy, i’ve missed all of you it’s been like 3 days

stop it right now there will be no dia x reader stories !!!

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tell me you think of me | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. you’re fed up of billie bringing home different girls every night. that’s until one night when you overhear something of interest in one of her one night stands.

warnings. smut, forced sub!billie, degrading, fingering, oral, harsh words,

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your roommate, billie eilish, was very active to say the least. you’d been frustrated recently as she’s been bringing home different women every week. her sex drive was fucking crazy. and it wouldn’t bother you if they were a little quieter. but you were certain the entire neighbourhood could hear what was going on.

“you’re up late.” she commented as she walked into the kitchen where you were drinking some tea.

“so are you.” you retorted, it came off more aggressive than you’d intended.

“fair point.” she raised her eyebrows swiftly as she turned around and opened the fridge to get some water. you stayed silent, waiting for her to speak, but she didn’t.

“shouldn’t you be getting back to the girl.” you said, in a somewhat mocking tone.

“what? you jealous?” she smirked, her eyes giving you that same look she always did when she was flirting.

“of how many bitches you’re getting? yeah lowkey.” you chuckled, knowing that wasn’t what she meant.

“i meant that you’re not one of them.” she clarified, taking a sip of her water.

“i bet you think of me when you’re with them.” she grinned at the comment before taking another sip.

“hm, i wouldn’t need to if you’d become one of them.” she repeated and smiled cheekily, knowing she’d insinuated that she does think of you.

“i’d never be one of your bitches. you wouldn’t want me as one either.” you scoffed, shaking your head.

“no? i think i would.” she continued this ruse.

“well stop trying to fuck me and go fuck her, it’s what your best at.” she laughed.

“ok ma’am.” she saluted you as she disappeared into her bedroom and you rolled your eyes. you got up from the chair and headed towards your room which was next to hers, in the hopes that they’d go to sleep now.

however, they obviously weren’t tired. pretty much two minutes into your slumber they were already going at it. you groaned into your pillow. as you lifted your head, prepared to put both of your pillows on either side, something caught your ear.

you chalked it up to delusion and tiredness and brushed it off. what was even weirder was the sudden silence after it. and then, the room erupted into shouts of god knows what, you heard billies bedroom door open and slam shut, and then open and slam shut again. they’d moved into the living room.

you decided to get out of bed to see what the commotion was about, and somewhat to confirm your supposed delusions. so you opened your bedroom door and you saw a blonde girl, who’s eyes widened at the sight of you.

“is that her?” she seethed as you looked at billie, confused as ever. she avoided eye contact with you, however. “is that the girl who’s name you moaned while fucking me? she doesn’t even look anything like me.” she was borderline screaming now. and your mouth nearly fell open in shock of her confession.

“sarah, calm down.” billie said trying to move closer to her. the girl raised her eyebrows as she chuckled.

“wow, they really were right about you. you’re a fucking bitch.” she said to billie and your mind told you she deserved it, although your heart ached for her. however it didn’t seem to affect her that much. “my name is vicki, but close.” the blonde shook her head as she stormed out.

“wow bils, that was a joke, i didn’t think you were serious about thinking of me.” she glared at you, tongue poking her cheek.

“shut up, it just slipped out.” she held her head in her hands as she let out a sigh. she looked up at you, as if expecting you to say something. “is that it?” she asked.

“is what it?” you asked confused.

“i really thought you’d tease me more.” she seemed releaved that she wouldn’t have to relive the experience.

“it’s gone to my head already, my ego is soaring so high i don’t even need to tease you.”

“all that just ‘cause i moaned your name in bed with that bitch. seems like you enjoyed it a little too much.” she was testing you and you liked where it was going.

“well it seems like thinking about me is the only way for you to truly get off, so imagine what the real deal would feel like.” you moved closer to her, as she stayed silent, obviously not expecting you to snap back. “too bad you’re too busy fucking those other girls.” you turned away, intending to go back to your room but billie grabbed your arm pulling you back.

“wait.” she said simply, as if she didn’t know what to say to get what she wanted.

“hm?” you cocked your head to the side, mocking her flustered state, it wasn’t like her to act like this. it was surely the embarrassment radiating off of her which was messing with her confidence. “well if you don’t tell me what you want i can’t help you.” you shrugged, giving her the chance to speak up. and you were fucking delighted when she did.

“i want you.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you needed to hear it again.

“sorry, what?” you almost laughed and she glared at you, signalling she wasn’t going to say it again.

“please don’t make me say it again.” she was so cute like this, you couldn’t help but give in and kiss her. feeling her lips for the first time. and it felt good, better than you thought. the idea of kissing her had always repelled you due to the amount of mouths she’d kissed before. but now that you were one of them, you were thankful for the experience she had. she was a good fucking kisser.

immediately she tried opening your mouth and dominating as she gripped your shoulders harshly. but you quickly denied her, your hands guiding her hips to the nearest wall as you pushed her against it. she didn’t feel as big now that she was trapped within you.

“fuck.” she moaned between kisses as she beckoned you towards her room. you pulled away immediately.

“i’m not fucking you on those nasty sheets.” she chuckled as you raised an eyebrow smiling softly before you lead her to your room instead. taking off her shirt she’d lazily thrown on. she was left in her underwear, obviously a rushed attempt to get dressed. she grabbed your hips, still fighting for dominance as she forced you onto the bed, taking your own shirt off. she didn’t get far though before you flipped her over and she protested.

“i’m not going to let you fuck me like one of your whores. I know my worth bils.” you said harshly as your knee met her clothed clit and your lips met her neck. she let out a few gasps she hadn’t intended to and you were eager to pull some more from her. your hand traveled down to her pussy while your lips never left her chest.

“mm, fuck.” billie let out as you swiped your fingers gently over her panties. you looked up at her and she was biting her lip to keep herself quiet. not ready to give up that part of herself yet. you weren’t thrilled with that so you dipped one of your fingers in and she gasped.

“god your so wet billie. was that for me or for her?” you asked. as her eyes met yours, they were dark and angry. it was a sight for sore eyes as she squirmed underneath you, clearly uncomfortable but craving it all the more.

“you baby, all for you baby.” she said insincerely, as if she was mocking you.

“fine be a bitch then.” you kept your one finger deep inside her hole but didn’t move it. she whined as she tried to ride your finger. you laughed at her desperation.

“huh, if only all your bitches could see you like this, riding my finger in desperation.” she whimpered. she fucking whimpered.

“what was that?” you asked her and she huffed in defeat.

“for fucks sake just move your goddamn finger.” she exclaimed, so you complied by pulling it out, attempting to stifle the grin on your face.

“hm?” was all you said to her whines of discontent.

“come on, stop teasing.” she said finally, looking into your eyes. you couldn’t say no to her. she was so gorgeous.

“what do you want then?” you asked, once again. out of adoration though, genuinely wanting to give her anything she asked for. she made you so weak.

“please just fuck me.” as soon as she said the words it felt like war was over. you added a second finger and used them to spread her hole, only curling them slightly when you reached the deepest point. her head fell back on the pillow as she moaned your name, for real this time. and it sounded incredible.

“i told you moaning my name like this would feel better, bils.” you kissed her cheek softly, contrasting to the ever growing pace of your thrusts into her pussy. she cried at your words as you played with her clit, using your index and thumb. the noises coming out of her could’ve made you cum just like that.

“your such a fucking slut, billie.” she whined, taking your words in. “fucking all those girls, i’m the only one that counts though, right?” she nodded when you added pressure to her clit. you felt her tightening around you. you were so turned on.

“tell me you think of me when you fuck them.” you breathed, your heart picking up the pace as her thighs squeezed your wrist.

“tell me, bils” you repeated when she didn’t reply, and when all you got were some pathetic nods and breathy gasps, you pulled your fingers out of her.

“what the fuck.” she whined, slowly coming down before looking you in the eyes as you spoke again. “i need to hear you say it baby.” you smirked as she rolled her eyes.

“yes, i think of you, i can’t get off if i don’t. every single girl i’ve fucked in that room, i’ve pretended was you. is that what you want to hear you fucking narcissist.” she spat, but all you could do was smile. you’re fingers returned to her clit, however in a different way than before. they were now spreading her lips open so that you could access her pussy with your mouth.

“fuck.” she breathed as you sucked her clit harshly, and lapped at all the juices that had collected. you couldn’t help moaning at the taste of her. your tongue continued your attack on her clit as she tugged on your hair, causing you to moan again. the feeling of her heat in your face and her hands in your hair was too much. she began to ride your tongue as it darted in and out of her hole.

“oh my god.” she moaned as her thighs squeezed your head and her hands became desperate, tugging on your hair aimlessly. you replaced your tongue with your fingers, bringing your lips to her clit to suck it at the same time. she cried out as she clenched around your fingers, releasing. it felt so good to feel her tightening around you.

“you’re so pretty when you behave.” you breathed, bringing your mouth up to kiss her. it was a sweet kiss.

“holy fuck.” she gasped, her baby hairs sticking to the sides of her face and her eyes glossy. she looked so fucking hot underneath you.

“what?” you smiled down at her.

“that was so fucking hot.” she admitted looking up at you. “you’re too good at that.” she said making you laugh out of pride.

“don’t bring up the suggestion of me being one of your bitches ever again.” you said quietly. she smiled.

“look, i’m sorry for being such a dick. i was just so frustrated that you kept rejecting me.” she said honestly.

“i thought all you wanted was a quick fuck.” you replied defensively.

“yeah i did make it seem that way didn’t i.” you nodded when she said this.

“let me grab a towel to clean you up.” you said after a moment of silence, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom before returning with a warm towel.

“thank you.” she smiled sweetly, and you couldn’t believe this was the same billie from an hour ago. you kissed her cheek tenderly, savouring the moment.

i think i’m gonna cook tonight

drunk on her touch | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you meet billie at her party, she cant keep her eyes off you.

warnings. alcohol, flirting, smut, oral, overstimulation, this one isn’t proof read i got too lazy

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the music was loud, the air was warm, and the bartender serving you was very kind. his eyes focused on you as you looked away, trying to catch the eyes of someone you could use to escape the conversation.

“no thank you.” you replied to his offer of another drink. you hadn’t payed for a single one tonight. your head was spinning with things you could say to excuse yourself and get out of the awkward silence between his boring questions.

“i think i’ll just head to the bathroom.” you said politely, getting off the stool and heading in a random direction. billies caught you immediately, she’d been eyeing you from a distance when you’d been sitting at the bar. she excused herself and followed you towards the balcony, to which you were now headed. when she caught up to you and you held the door open noticing she was behind you, her confidence diminished slightly, not knowing how to approach you.

“are you alright?” she asked you, noticing you didn’t seem the happiest, you recognized her straight away, it was her party after all.

“yeah why?” you asked, letting your eyes wander her body as she chewed on her plump lips.

“you seemed very interested in that bartender.” she joked, letting you know she had been looking at you. you laughed, thanking the lord that you’d gotten out of that.

“you do what you gotta do for free drinks.” she chuckled at your response, leaning on the railing of the balcony, admiring your features. you were looking out at the city skyline, enjoying the break from the party.

“well i can’t have one of my guests not enjoying themselves at my party.” she held her hand out in an invitation and you hadn’t even realised you’re hand in hers as you accepted automatically. she led you back inside as different eyes caught your hand in hers. her presence was insane, you felt the heads turning as you walked behind her. she put her arms around you, as you both danced in rhythm. you pulled her closer, when you met eyes and she smirked, her hands moving to your hips.

“you can go lower, don’t be shy.” she was in awe at what you’d said, her body on fire as you begun to grind your hips onto hers. she squeezed you ass, roaming it as if it was a new feeling to her completely. her face was in your neck, leaving tiny kisses, suggestive kisses.

“you wanna get outta here.” she said in your ear and you nodded, following her as she led you through a back entrance. you got outside into the parking lot and closed the door behind you. her lips were on yours in an instant, pushing you harshly against the concrete wall. your hands were in her hair, pulling frantically as she explored your mouth. her hands went lower, pulling your pants down on your hips, so that they rested just above your pussy, but your tattoo she had spotted was now visible.

“no perception of time?” she read the inked words on your skin.

“it’s a song lyric.” you replied to her confusion at the words. she nodded and pulled you towards her car, the both of you getting into the back seat. she took your top off as soon as the car door closed, marvelling at your exposed tits.

“can i?” she gestured to your pants and you nodded, letting her slide them off. she bit her lip looking down at you, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to you.

“billie.” she tore her eyes away from your body.

“hm?” she laughed softly, bringing her lips back down to yours, kissing you harshly, setting you ablaze. her hands travelled past your underwear as her fingers dipped through your folds. you gasped into the kiss and she drunk it in, absorbing all the sounds you were making as she teased you with her fingers.

“god, are you always this wet, baby?” you flushed as she whispered the question on your lips. when you didn’t reply, she pulled her fingers out, using them to pull your underwear down instead. you groaned at her harsh movements when she came back up to kiss you.

“you’re so pretty.” she praised, cupping your breasts. “I really want to ruin it.” her breath was as uneven as yours as she glided her tongue across your body, leaving wet kisses here and there.

“billie.” you gasped when her fingers came to spread your lips open, her tongue latching onto your clit. she groaned at the taste of your arousal. she worked slowly through your folds, pressing her tongue against you. she was experienced with the act and it showed. the more noises you let out, the more it pushed her to continue.

“you’re so delicious.” she spoke the words into your clit before darting her tongue out again, flicking it near your entrance. she used her fingers to get you off while her mouth enjoyed sucking on your clit. the knot in your lower stomach tightened as she guided you to your release. she smirked proudly as she watched you come down from your high, soaking in her touch. she licked you clean, the mess on your thighs disappearing when she ran her tongue along them. she continued licking all your sensitive spots, as you writhed beneath her, reminding her of your sensitivity.

“billie.” the chant fell on deaf ears as she just continued, ignoring your pleas.

“sweet girl, you can take it.” she said before disappearing in your pussy again, you hands tugging harshly at her hair.

and when she was done, she kissed you sweetly, reminding you of your taste. but she never got to stay with you. all she ever had was one day with you.

im writing something FILTHY rn

aftercare | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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when she’s got you shaking, your thighs aching from her rough thrusts. your hair in a mess from when she’d been tugging it. your cheeks wet with tears, eyes still glossy from your previous frustration. your mouth dry from the cries of your release. taking care of you isn’t even a question.

“let me get you a towel, love.” she’d leave you, but only for a moment, to retrieve a hot towel, a glass of water, anything you could possibly need. and she’d do everything for you; wiping down your thighs, leaving kisses as she did so, brushing your hair, bringing the cup of water to your lips-

“i can drink goddamn water by myself billie.” the both of you erupted in laughter. and besides the euphoria of your moments of passion, this was the real pleasure. laughing and giggling. hugging and cuddling. talking and chatting.

“i love you, baby.” she’d repeat countless times, completely contrasting to the slutty names she’d called you just a few minutes ago. and though she truly meant it when she’d call you her fucking slut, her needy whore, her little brat, it would never stray from the fact she loved you. as her sweetheart or as her bitch. she made sure you knew you were loved.

“i love you too.” that was all she needed to hear from you, it eased all her stress and all her worries. she knew that she’d be okay as long as she had this one certainty. you loved her, she loved you. and although she loved the sex.

it was the aftercare that truly mattered.

heloooo 👋

hiiiiii baeee 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

um hello? are you alive and well babes?

..yes

no i’ve just been swamped but im writing little by little 😛😛

I'm freaking lil out 😇

That sounds... a little odd ANYWAYS