post it (SEQUEL TO BITE)

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a series of post it notes left in the room of billie in the beaumont asylum. read along with rowan as her love for a girl she'd only ever met in a medicated state, grows.

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When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

"Claire," she murmured. "I have to go back to Lucy. I shouldn't have..." I stared at her. I couldn't handle what she was saying. She was right, I knew, but... This was Billie and me, five years of terrible tension built up into one intense moment of skin on skin. I bit her soft neck, and she whimpered again. I ran my tongue along her collarbone and she sighed. Her hands gripped my waist firmly, and I knew she wasn't leaving yet. --------------------------- This book coincides with my previous work, A Work of Art. It is written from Clairo's point of view. This is not a simple rewriting of each chapter; it gives completely new perspective and happenings not previously mentioned in the original book. I will try to post weekly, but not on any kind of schedule for now. As always... this shit is smutty as hell.

My boss, Mrs.Eilish || ✔️ by completelymispelled

"Now, Y/N, how am I supposed to trust you with my paperwork now?" She says. She rubs her finger up and down my arm, teasing me. It sends shivers down my spine. Im left speechless and almost unable to breath. "Should I trust you with this job?" She is now looking at me dead in my eyes while still rubbing her finger down my arm. "Yes..." "Yes what?" "Yes, Mrs.Eilish." ------------------------------ •A few chapters in this story has mature content. •This story involves: Kissing, stabbing, abuse, romance, gay sex, cheating, inappropriate language, and verbal abuse. •THIS STORY IS NOT MEANT TO SEXUALIZE BILLI EILISH! THIS STORY WAS SIMPLY MADE JUST FOR FUN AND NOT HARM! •Please be sure to vote for this story and follow me! ------------------------------ COMPLETED ✔️ ------------ #1 in Bil #1 in Billie #1 in Empire State Building

Approaching Her - Billie Eilish by purewing

- "Oh, just shut up and smash your lips into mines, kinda like the bruised feeling you're leaving on them." She says placing her thumb on my lower lip, while touching my upper lip with her green, long nail. - "Aren't they already full of unconventional states of mind?" I ask tilting my head one sided, softly caressing her arm with my fingers, just one followed by the other one. Teasing the Hell out of her is my passion mixed up with the ungodly pleasure she uses to give me. Such an addictive type of love. Christine, a bartender moving out to Highland-park, learns about Billies existence. They get off on the wrong foot from the first beginning not for more but Billie's tendency of expressing her rough emotions through loud music at 3 am, causing Chris headaches. They learn how easygoing life can be after they taste each other's dreams, state of minds, experiences and bodies. It turns out Billie is hiding something from Christine. Billie - g!p girlxgirl Contains sexual/smut content along with suicide mentions Read @ your own risk. start: 11.02.2021 #3 in billie - 24.02.2021 #2 in billieeilish - 26.02.2021 #12 in lgbt - 11.04.2022 #28 in girl - 28.02.2021 #20 in gxg - 11.04.2022 cover: @me

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Billie eilish fan fiction!! Gxg (contain smut) Imagine if you could submit to a simple DNA test and then receive your perfect Match in your email. Not just an online date who might be geographically compatible, but a true and unique genetically destined partner. Hi! This is my first story, this is all fictional <3 Slow updates!! Don't be surprised if I don't update every week, I go to highschool every week it's a bit complicated to write everyday but I'll do my best!'

A young girl has a bad past, so she moves to LA for a new start. While being there she hears a voice, which draws her to a girl her age, Billie. read to find out. *Happy ending* sequel called MY LOVE

everything i wanted | billie eilish by yallwriteweirdstuff

A series of Billie Eilish inspired imagines and one shots. Each chapter is a different story (the ones with multiple parts are labelled that way) I am open to requests! Don't forget to vote and comment, <3

a work of art

When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

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