Billie Eilish (no smut I think)
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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)Complete
𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 - 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
˜"*°•.˜"*°• billie smut mostly g!p, but also gxg currently ongoing •°*"˜.•°*"˜
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When we fall apart
*this story is my baby please read it haha* Hey guys, I wanted to try something new and that I haven't seen yet. So this fanfic will start when Billie is 8 years old and probably end when she's 18. There will most likely be triggering/mature subject matter as the story goes. Feedback is appreciatedComplete
Taste of your medicine
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My sister girlfriend
"Billie, what are you doing?" I was stuck, I couldn't move, I just sat there. "What does it look like?" She ran her hand up my thigh "Making the first move." She leans in slowly and kisses me on the lips. She is Italian in this story!!! AND GIP she has a dxck
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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