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[adilovesbillie]

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taglist (billie eilish)

hi friends.

feel free to leave me some requests, I’ll try to write it. I usually only write blurbs. please don’t request anything too weird…

i write only for billie eilish, and gxg only. I won’t write g!p, sorry, it’s just not my thing. also dom!billie only cuz i am the bottomest bottom ever 🙂‍↕️

requests are ALWAYS open!

[domfemmebait]

im so easy for an older dom fem

[girlbloggersami]

@ billie writers please come back i miss u

[bilsdoll-deactivated20251017]

Unforgettable

dom!Billie x sub!fem!reader

themes: soft smut, romantic, teasing, kissing, praise kink? birthday sex, short smut, dominant billie, receiving!reader, fingering, cunnilingus,

a/n: this is my first time writing smut !!

Summary:

It’s your birthday, and Billie promised to spoil you. A romantic setup, soft music, candlelight… and Billie making sure you remember this night for the rest of your life.

It was already the perfect day. Billie had spoiled you from the moment you opened your eyes, coffee, kisses, lazy cuddles, and the kind of smile that made your chest ache. But as the sun dipped low and the candles lit your room in warm gold, you realized this was only the beginning of what she had planned.

She led you in with her hands covering your eyes, her breath brushing your ear as she whispered, “No peeking.” When she finally uncovered them, your heart skipped. Candles flickered on every surface, rose petals lined the sheets, and soft music filled the air.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Billie said, that cocky smirk tugging at her lips as her ocean-blue eyes raked over you. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

You barely had time to answer before her mouth was on yours. The kiss was slow at first, warm, consuming, but she deepened it with a controlled hunger, her hand cupping your jaw, tilting your head so she could kiss you exactly the way she wanted. Her other hand slid down to your hip, firm and possessive, pulling you flush against her.

When she broke away, her lips grazed your ear.

“Lay back for me.”

The way she said it left no room for argument. You obeyed, heart racing as she hovered over you, her eyes dark with intent. She kissed down your neck, pausing to suck and bite just enough to leave marks that would linger tomorrow. Each sound you made only seemed to fuel her.

“You sound so good for me,” she murmured, her fingers brushing along your side before slipping lower, teasing. “I love making you fall apart.”

Her touch was patient, deliberate- Billie loved to make you beg. She’d trail her fingers where you needed her most but pull back, smirking when you whined. She kissed your lips again, slow and dominant, swallowing every sound, every gasp she pulled from you.

“Say it,” she coaxed, her thumb pressing lightly at your chin to force your eyes back to hers. “Tell me you want me.”

When you finally did, her smirk deepened, and she rewarded you. Her hands slid lower, teasing fabric out of the way until nothing separated you. The first real touch made your breath catch, Billie always knew exactly how to push you to the edge. She kept her pace slow at first, torturously gentle, watching your body arch beneath her.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she groaned softly, pressing her mouth to your collarbone, then your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses lower and lower. Her lips teased sensitive skin, her tongue dragging in ways that made your thighs tense, your hands twisting in the sheets.

Billie held you there, dominant and steady, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open for her while the other worked you with sinful precision. Every flick of her tongue, every curl of her fingers was deliberate, pulling moans out of you until you were trembling. She whispered praise between kisses: “Good girl… that’s it… let go for me.”

And when you finally unraveled beneath her, she didn’t stop, not right away. She drew out every shudder, every breathless sound, until you collapsed against the pillows, dazed and glowing.

Only then did she crawl back up, kissing you softly, tenderly, her dominance softening into pure devotion. She pulled you against her chest, stroking your hair as you caught your breath.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she murmured against your temple, voice husky and warm. “Told you I’d give you something unforgettable.”

- written by giulliane

repost! since it flopped last time all interactions appreciated:)

[adilovesbillie]

manifesting that I will post this fic tn 🤞

iwillpostthisfictonightiwillpostthisfictonightiwillpostthisfictonightiwillpostthisfictonight

[kittycarabiner]

how it feels to enjoy lesbian smut fics knowing you get 0 action irl

[adilovesbillie]

I have entirely different fics on here and on my wattpad cuz it’s so annoying to me when I read smth on wp and then my fyp on tumblr is full of the exact same fics 🫠

and no I will not be sharing my wp username 😭😭

[adilovesbillie]

ok I need to rephrase this actually because this isn’t the real problem. I have no issue with people reposting fics from wp. The issue is when they ACT LIKE THEY ARE NEW FICS!!! Like I know someone (not naming names I just need to vent 😭) who I’ve read on wp for YEARSSSSS n now they’re on here like “omg I hit xx followers! I spent all night writing this for you guys, I really hope you like it!” erm no I read this on wp months ago quit lying.

Or if they just suuuuuuper slooooowly repost all their fics, like putting out one every few days. They don’t know I have the power to say “hey everyone! Here is where you can read everything they’re gonna drop for the next six months!!!”

at least it’s better than stealing tho

ok I’m done venting. I’m not trying to be a hater I just needed to get it out

[xoluvx]

Can you PLEASE do one where it's about Billie in her Blondie era and y/n is masc yet still is the bottom

(if not it's ok :] )

𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎? 𝚞𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚜. ₊˚⊹ ৻ꪆ

anyone would think you're the one always in control given the stark contrast in styles and personalities. her with her blonde hair and skirts. you with your ring clad fingers and baggy pants. she always walked a step behind you. fingers linked securely in yours. head down as you pushed through the crowds of paparazzi.

but when you got home it was always a different story. the real story.

her hand unraveling the little silk scarf she was wearing. a smirk on her lips slipping off her shoes before sliding down her stockings and underwear.

"lie down," she instructs in a low voice that is also velvety soft it fucks up your perception. you love her like this. blushed with pink and ribbons that unravel and reveal her assertiveness.

you lie down waiting for her next move. you can never decipher what she'll do next and that's what makes it all the move exciting. her shirt lands near your head and you watch the way her blonde hair falls down her face as she looks down. fumbling with the buttons and zipper of her skirt. the last layer of clothing that leaves her exposed and baring all.

you squirm when she walks closer. the smirk never leaving her face. her hand lands on your knee and you swallow from the brief contact. "i want all your clothes off," she whispers. her fingers tapping up your thigh. one by one until her palm is fisting your belt.

you take off your shirt. your bra. as she fumbles with your belt. pulling down your jeans and underwear all at once. your heart beats fast. anticipation hanging heavy. she pushes you back with enough force that your back makes a thud sound when it hits the mattress. she's climbing on the bed. thighs on either side of your body. hand slithering down your torso and between your legs.

you moan and she smiles devilishly parting her lips mimicking your desperate whines as her fingers toy with your pussy. she loves teasing. she lives for it. she loves watching your face contorting in pleasure. loves feeling your legs trembling and your whimpers. god, your whimpers and sounds live rent free in her head.

when her middle finger slips inside of you, your hips jolt and you gasp. there's a tightness in your chest as your moans catch in your throat. she's so careful not to give it everything to you at once. she perfectly crafts a plan and executives it perfectly every time and every time you're always her little prey. no matter how big and bad you may seem to the public.

[xoluvx]

The Purity List ˖ 𐙚 ⊹ ˚₊ Chapter Three: "Too Many Ghosts"

Chapters: one. two. three.

Summary: After days of playful texts and lingering thoughts, you find yourself back in Billie's room. What starts as a quiet study session turns into something more. Something deeper.

Word Count: 2.6K

It’s been a few days since that night. The night you kissed ‘til your lips felt bruised and raw. And that morning. The morning with her warm mug of hot chocolate and playful conversations. Though you haven’t talked about that night in particular, you’ve been texting. Just casually. A tiktok that makes her think of you. A text when the moon is high and you’re already staring at your phone waiting. Just little things. Easy things. 

You find yourself smiling when her name lights up your screen. Reading old messages for no reason. Looking for meaning in the way she types certain texts. The way she uses your name in every other text so casually, so normally, so tenderly. 

‘Hey’ 

You text her. Just the one word. You stare at it longer than you’d like to admit. Your thumb hovering over the send button as if you haven’t already sent the message. It’s far too late to play it cool. Far too late to unsend and risk her calling you out for it because you know she would. Your thoughts don’t get far. In a matter of seconds her reply pops up. 

‘hey you’

It’s dumb how your stomach flips over those two words. How her attention always feels like a spotlight and a secret all at once. A secret you’re still getting used to holding. Then another text comes through and your heart skip a beat.

‘come over. bring whatever’s stressing you out.’

You hesitate for a second. You hate to admit that you’d been waiting for this. Practically praying for it. You can't help but feel clingy and pathetic. Part of you wants to play it cool. Keep it casual. But another part wants to crawl through your phone and land in her bed again. Part of you is thinking of your embarrassingly high score.

Without another though, you grab your laptop, a hoodie, and an essay you've been avoiding all weekend. You walk to her dorm holding your laptop to your chest. Clinging to it as you try to focus on your breathing. You’re not expecting more than a study session but you’re hoping for more.

You wonder what happens if you cross another line tonight. If it’ll make you braver or if it’ll make it harder to go back to the quiet and safe version of yourself that you’ve always been. Your pesky little insecurities sting like the crisp fall air on your face as you approach her building.

Your heart is racing as you double check the dorm number on the text message. Your fist hovers over the door for a few seconds before knocking quietly. The door opens almost instantly as if she'd been waiting by it. The lights are dim but you can make out her grey sweatpants and mismatched socks. A tea bag floats in the chipped mug she’s holding. She pulls you in by your sleeve and closes the door with her foot.

“Hungry?” she asks, holding out a granola bar as she walks you to her room. It’s bitten and half eaten, but you take it anyway. The worries that were eating you alive on the walk here slowly dissipate with her calm nature. You find it endearing how comfortable she is around you; how comfortable she makes you feel. Like you’ve known each other for decades and not just a few days. 

You sit on her bed, cross-legged with your laptop propped up on a pillow. She settles beside you as you take a bite of the granola bar. You chew slowly as her thigh touches yours; your eyes flicking to the spot. You hope she doesn’t notice how you stop chewing and start fake tying. She just clears her throat adjusting her body on the bed. That’s when you notice the music. It’s slow and moody. Something with a beat that matches the quiet rhythm of her breathing. She doesn’t try to fill the silence. She's focused on her book. And somehow that makes everything easier. 

Half an hour in, she stretches her arms over her head, groaning like she’s just been forced to sit through an eight hour lecture. She shoves her book to the side before talking.   

“Wanna take a break?” 

You raise a brow glancing at her. “We just started.” But before you can go back to your essay, she’s bringing her laptop closer to you, pulling up a tab.

The Rice Purity Test. 

Your stomach flips. “Really?”

Billie shrugs teasingly. “I’m curious. What number are you at now?”

The question makes your cheeks flush. It’s like she knows you’ve been keeping track of your score and that makes you nauseous. Keeping track seems so juvenile you’re almost embarrassed. The worst part is that you have been keeping score but you’re not going to admit that to her. God, how much more pathetic could you get?

“You’re the one making me impure” you joke, trying to divert the attention from the nerves rumbling in your tummy. 

“Good,” she says proudly. “You needed it.” She doesn’t say it in a mean way and you know she doesn’t mean any harm by it. Your ears still burn hot from the early subtle call out, but you don’t feel offended. Not when there’s a softness in her eyes as she bumps your shoulder playfully. 

You open your mouth to speak. “What about you? What’s your actual score?” 

She bites her bottom lip. Two fingers gliding on the trackpad, running down the list as she breaks eye contact. It’s clear she’s trying to avoid answering the question but she says something anyway. “I told you, dangerously low.”

You know that’s not true. You know it by the way she's still avoiding your eyes and is now clicking random boxes checking off items on the list. Her eyes skipping certain numbers like they might burn if she looks for too long. 

You realize there are pieces of her she’s not ready to share yet and you feel the ache in your bones of wanting to be trusted enough to see them someday. You just hope she keeps you around for that long. And suddenly something that was so low key and low pressure suddenly feels deep and heavy and crushing and now you’re preparing yourself for the day that Billie won’t be an item to check off the list. The day that Billie becomes another person you just met in college. A stranger again.

She closes her laptop snapping you out of your spiral. She looks at you sincerely when you don’t speak. You can feel the shift in the air and you curse yourself for making things awkward and tense. Her eyes are on you when she says, “I didn’t finish it. Too many ghosts on that list.” Her voice trails as you nod. You want to ask her what she means by that but you know this is the end of the conversation.

“Sit here,” she says, patting the space between her legs. You furrow your brows. 

“Why?” and it’s the first time you’ve questioned a command from Billie. 

“Because I said so.”

You squint your eyes but do as she says settling between her thighs. Your computer still on your lap. Your essay still daunting. Her body warm behind you. The atmosphere still a little heavy with unspoken words.

You stiffen for only a second when her arms slide around your waist but you relax when her chin rests on your shoulder. She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t do anything. She just watches you work silently for a few minutes until you hear a sigh. 

“This paper’s gonna put me to sleep,” she murmurs and you laugh tilting your head back slightly. You feel her smile against your neck. Then her hands slide up the side of your arms. Thumbs digging gently into the knots in your shoulders. Carefully making their way down your spine. You exhale with relief. You can feel every bone in your body relaxing.  

“God,” you whisper, closing your eyes. Fingers limp on the keyboard. A minute later her lips brush under your ear. Featherlike and ticklish. You feel the heat flare to your chest again. She tells you to keep working as she massages your shoulders; time trickling around you. Eventually she lies back against the wall as you work. She half-watches a movie, scrolling on her phone with her hand loosely curled around your hip when you finally finish your essay.

When you yawn and close your laptop, she sits up. Chin back on your shoulder. 

“I’m done,” you state with a small smile. Exhaling the tension you’d been holding on to. You’re pushing your laptop off your lap and getting out of her bed when she touches your arm. Fingers softly curling around your wrist. 

“Stay,” she says. “Just sleep. Like last time.”

It doesn’t take long for you to make your decision. You get out of bed. Slipping your laptop into your bag. She gets up as well walking to her dresser.

You peel off your hoodie and she tosses you a clean shirt that smells like her. You resist the urge to bury your nose into the fabric and inhale her. Instead you just slip it on. Smoothing it over your torso as you make your way back to her bed. 

“You look better in that than I do.” Her eyes flick down then back up as she lays down. Your face feels hot as you mumble a shy ‘thanks’ before crawling into bed with her. When she turns to you, her hand finds your waist. Fingers hovering, waiting for your next move. You can feel the tension rising. You can feel it in your chest. It's suffocating and debilitating. She's letting you take control of the moment.

You want to be smothered in her. You want to feel her pressed so close you can hardly breathe. You want to kiss her over and over and over until your lips go numb and your brain shuts off.

When you shift closer, she catches your hips gently and you rest your hand on her neck. The gravitational pull is undeniable as your bodies move closer. You lift a leg over her body shifting your weight. It's not pretty. You struggle. But eventually your legs are resting on either side of her thighs and you're full on straddling her. The air hot and thick. 

You rock once. Barely. Just testing.

She catches her breath. Digs her fingers into your waist. It’s reassuring. It’s encouraging. You move again. But this time with a purpose. You move in slow grinding circles against her. You're not sure what you're chasing but your body reacts to the friction building between your bodies. The sweet pressure building between layers of cotton.  

She inhales deeply. Her hand sliding lower gripping the curve of your ass pulling you closer like she needs more. Like she’s starving for it. Her eyes are focused on yours as your thighs part just enough to sink lower into her. When you push yourself forward this time, her body arches up and her mouth falls open in a silent moan. Her face scrunches in pleasure and knowing you're the reason for it gives you a confidence boost.

The heat between your bodies burns through the fabric of your clothes. You rock against her again. Harder this time. You’re still not quite sure what you’re doing but you know it feels good and you know she feels good. Every swing and sway makes your insides flutter. There’s a heat in the pit of your belly that’s transforming with every movement. 

Your lips graze her jaw. You breathe her in. She says your name like it’s the only word she knows. You bury your face in her neck. Breath hot and uneven. “Is this good?” you can’t help but ask, feeling the insecurities creeping again when she doesn’t say anything. 

She wraps her arms tight around your waist. Her voice thick. “Don’t stop.” 

It’s all the reassurance you need to keep going. You press your hips down and feel hers buck matching your movements. Your bodies sync just like that first night when you danced together. But unlike that night this rhythm is desperate. A back and forth you never want to end.  

✓ 24. Gone through the motions of intercourse while fully dressed.

You’re both breathless now. Tangled and flushed and quiet. Your thigh nestled between hers. Her sweatshirt hiked up to her ribs. Billie’s fingers press into the small of your back  like she doesn’t want to let go. She gasps for air. You kiss her neck. Just once. Gentle. Just enough to feel her swallow. Her fingers twitch where they’re pressed into your skin. You pull away.

“You okay?” she asks sincerely. Her voice soft. Barely above a whisper. And then, before you can stop yourself, it slips out…

“I want my score to be in the depths by the time you’re done with me.”

The words ring in your ears. You can't believe that just came out of your mouth. That's the most forward you've been in your life. The most honest and truthful and courageous. You freeze on top of her.

“Oh my god,” you groan immediately hiding your face rolling off her. You wish the Earth would swallow you whole right now. You wish you could erase her memory and forget you ever say that. “Forget I said that. Please.” Your voice come out with a whine. 

She laughs. Warm and amused. Her breath brushing your ear. “Too late.” She kisses your temple pulling you closer until you’re turning your body facing her with a pout.

“I mean,” she murmurs, fingers tracing lazy lines down your lower back, “that might be the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Your stomach flips. The beating in your throat is palpable. It's making it difficult to conjure up a response.

“I like you like this,” she adds touching your cheek. Fingers softly caressing your skin. Thumb brushing along your bottom lip. “Sweet. Nervous. Kinda filthy.”

Filthy. God, you’d never thought that word would give you such a visceral reaction. It makes the heat flare low in your stomach. You’re not sure if you’re embarrassed or electrified. You just want her to say it again. You never want this to stop.

✓ 25. Seen or been seen by another person in a sensual context.

You lunge forward, catching her off guard with a kiss. A kiss that lingers as she lifts her upper body pinning you down to the bed. Her hand pressed on your hip. Her her falling down the side of her face and on your neck. Her lips are firm and hungry and unstoppable until you're too lightheaded to continue.

You find yourselves lying side by side with your hands high in the air. You touch fingertips and close your fingers around your palms. Opening and closing as she speaks. “You ever think about how weird this is?” The question catches you off guard and you try not to turn to look at her. You're not sure what she means exactly and you're afraid to ask.

“Weird in a good way, I hope.” It's the only response you can muster. Your voice hardly a whisper. She doesn’t say anything. She just brings your hands down. Moves her body so she's facing you. You mimic her movements. Her hand falls down to your lower back. Your legs tangled. The smell of her shampoo in the pillow is comforting. You feel an unexpected heaviness in your lids. They close without thinking and you fall asleep without realizing it.  

✓ 41. Slept in the same bed with someone you were not dating.

The second time this week. But tonight feels different. Different in a way that makes you want more and fear it all at once because if this keeps happening, you don’t know how you’ll survive the day it stops.

Purity Score: 85

MASTERPOST

Note: Things are getting steamier... Again, thank you for all the sweet comments and interactions. It makes writing this all the more enjoyable for me!!!

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[bils-comet]

meet me behind your cabin

camp counsellor!billie x camper!r fluff/smut

At sunset, you're sitting alone on a step of your assigned cabin, strings in hand, threading them over one another swiftly as the sun disappears behind the river. You block out the sound of the younger kids' squeals as they run around in dizzying circles.

One, two, three. One, two, three. You count the rows of knots– maybe a few more, you decide.

As you continue, a stinging sensation causes you to gasp and lift your hand away– you realise the repeated motion of the string had rubbed a burn onto the inside of one of your fingers. 

A counsellor makes her way to you immediately at the sound of your yelp; "Hey! You okay?" 

You blow cool air at the burn, wincing slightly. "Yeah! Just… hurt myself with the string." 

"Oh, honey." She coos, kneeling down to take a look. "Lucky for you, I always carry bandaids with me." 

You crack a small smile as she sits on the step with you, bringing your hand onto her lap gently. Your gaze rakes over her, Billie, her name tag states. You didn't recognise her, she must be one of the student volunteers, you think.

She takes a small, light blue bandaid out of the pocket of her shorts, and applies it onto your finger carefully. You watch her face as she focuses, tilting your head at the way her bottom lip disappears into her mouth slightly.

"There." She smiles, breaking you out of your trance.

"Thank you."

"Mm. We're married now, look." She giggles, pointing out how the bandaid wrapped around your ring finger, on your left hand. 

Then, her gaze catches yours for the first time. You gasp internally– her eyes are so pretty, you note, so blue. Your heart rate quickens as you stare at the golden rays through the blue.

She shifts, nervously. "...Want me to kiss it so it heals better?" She jokes.

You laugh, dismissive– too hyper aware that your arm is still slung over her thigh. You pull back.

"This," you tell her, tying off the end of the bracelet, "Is for you." You finish with a shy smile.

She gasps, genuine happiness radiating off of her. The sun set inspired you. It was pinks, oranges and yellows embroidered in an elaborate pattern, warm tones perfectly harmonised.

"It's… gorgeous… are you sure?" She asks.

You nod, looping it around her wrist, letting it join the others.

She watches you, speechless.

"...Thank you." She whispers.

-

At the campfire, as soon as she's finished setting out the marshmallows, she slips into the spot next to you on a log. She leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees as she makes silly comments, just to make you laugh. 

You banter back and forth all night, like you've known each other your whole life.

You bite your lip to hide a smile when you see that your bracelet is the only one left on her wrist.

"You're funny." You laugh as she makes yet another joke, caressing her arm like it was second nature.

You stumble, pulling back, cringing at yourself. "Oh my– sorry." 

You wait her to pull away, to flinch. But she only smiles. Like she knew something you didn't.

You feel heat rushing into your cheeks, and you break the eye contact– turning to pretend to talk to the girl on your left instead.

You feel her lean closer with a giggle, pushing herself up by your thigh. "You're so cute." She whispers into your ear– which was cherry red by now, before walking away.

Your thighs press together instinctively.

-

At midnight, your cabin door opens, wind gushing into the bottom bunk, where you laid, sleeplessly. It was probably your cabin manager, checking that everyone was asleep.

You pretend.

A hand crawls up your arm, you jump.

"I know you're not asleep…" She purrs.

You giggle, nose scrunching– relief as your eyes snap open to her pretty face.

"C'mon." She winks, grabbing you by your wrist to avoid the injury.

Your feet meet the floor instantly, letting her guide you outside. She shushes you, pushing the wooden door closed as slowly as she could. You follow her down the steps and around the back, giggling together. 

She stops, so you do too. 

Her hand comes up to tuck a piece of loose hair behind your ears, you giggle again, eyes flickering all over her features. She made you feel flustered out of your mind.

"I- there's obviously something going on between us, right?" She asks, fidgeting.

"What do you mean?" You sing, teasing.

But she's not laughing, not smiling– just staring.

After a beat, she presses you against the wooden wall, lips locking with yours as you gasp with bliss. Her hand rests behind your head considerately, making sure you're not slammed into the hard wood.

She pulls away, breathless. "Sorr-" You smash your lips back against hers before she could finish, swallowing her muffled moan.

"Jesus Christ." She gasps, pulling down the neckline of your sweatshirt to kiss down your neck.

You whimper, hips stuttering. She notices.

"What are you doin' there, hm?" She whispers, slipping an arm under your sweatshirt to feel your waist.

"Please…" You whine.

"So fuckin' cute." She grunts, "Tell me what you need, beautiful." 

You choke out a moan at the praise. She slots a knee between your legs. You use it gratefully, rocking into her as she plants more kisses wherever she can reach.

However, you both freeze as someone else nears.

"Hey! Who's out here?" A voice booms.

You both look at each other with wide eyes– you smirk: needy, giddy, caught. But Billie thankfully pushes you around the corner just in time.

You stumble, holding your breath to ground yourself silently. Your back flattens against the wooden exterior, leaning in to eavesdrop. You stifle a laugh when you shiver; it didn't seem that cold just a moment ago. 

"It's just me, sorry." You hear Billie say as she backs into the wall too, fingers reaching around the corner silently, motioning to tangle with yours. 

"Oh, alright." They yawn, "'Thought one of the kids got out." 

"Don't worry– I'll head back soon," She tells them, "Just gotta finish something." She says, with a squeeze to your hand. You roll your eyes at the clear smirk in her voice.

tags @bitchesbrokenpromises @oxytocinbillie @bilsbabyma @adilovesbillie @agentbils @ilomilobabyy

[adilovesbillie]

I have entirely different fics on here and on my wattpad cuz it’s so annoying to me when I read smth on wp and then my fyp on tumblr is full of the exact same fics 🫠

and no I will not be sharing my wp username 😭😭

[adilovesbillie]

Hiii. I have an ideaaa. I dunno if you did it before… But it’s like this time reader takes Billie’s virginity and reader is being all kind and patient to Billie? Its like all fluffy with a bit of smutt. If that’s okay for youuu. Love youuu

haiiii, thank you SOOO much for the request, I really appreciate it! Buuuuuut I suppose I should’ve mentioned at some point that I don’t write sub billie 😅. Because I write for fun and I don’t want to write things that I’m not into, I’ll get burnt out so fast, especially with writing smut bc I’m already very slow at it😭 plus it’s just not enjoyable. But I really do appreciate you requesting! Tysm! 💞🫶

[adilovesbillie]

does anyone have any fluff requests for me I don’t know what to write 🫠💔

[adilovesbillie]

20 min

billie's been waiting to have you all day, and she's willing to go on stage late to have her way

smut

It had been a busy day. Interview after interview, more and more press, and to top it off, a show at the end of the night.

Luckily for you, you didn’t need to be the star of anything. You were happy supporting Billie from the sidelines; offering to run and grab her favorite takeout between interviews or cover for her while she took a 20-minute power nap in the car. You were still amazed at how well she handled being rushed off from one thing to the next with hardly a break in between.

After Billie’s last interview of the day, you were mildly surprised when she wrapped her arm around your waist and guided you into the bathroom, where she immediately pressed you gently against the door and reached behind you to lock it.

“Baby, I can’t anymore,” Billie groaned, pressing her lips to yours in a brief kiss. “You looking so fucking good… I just wanna eat you alive.”

You bit back a smile. “You’re so ridiculous; this outfit is anything but sexy,” You chuckled.

“But you’re in my hoodie!” Billie whined. “You know what that does to me. It’s not fair.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll have to keep it together. We’ve gotta head to the venue, like, right away.”

Billie sighed, resting her head on your shoulder. “Why, universe!” She grumbled dramatically.

You laughed and pushed on her shoulders gently. “C’mon, we’ve gotta go.”

Billie reluctantly pulled away from your embrace, giving you one more, somewhat vulgar, once-over before she unlocked the door and exited.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in soundcheck and the constant tweaking of the lights, backing tracks, etcetera, in order to make the show perfect. You spent the whole time admiring your girlfriend on the stage, while she shot you smirks and winks throughout the run-through of each song.

An hour before the show, you and Billie retreated to the back room so that she could get her outfit, hair and make-up ready. You lounged on the couch nearby, quiet music playing from a speaker while you both enjoyed each other’s presence.

Forty minutes passed. Billie had finished getting ready, and you glanced up as you heard her push the chair away from the desk.

Your eyes widened in shock as she laid directly on top of you, hands threading through your hair, and kissed you. Hard.

You groaned softly as her tongue traced your lips and her hands tugged on your hair. You felt her holding back a smirk at the soft noises you were making.

You pulled away, with some difficulty, when one of her hands retreated from your hair and slid down your body, hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

“Billie, no,” You panted, shoving her hand away.

“C’mon, baby, please.” Billie groaned, pressing a line of kisses down your jaw. “I have fifteen minutes, and this’ll take five minutes tops. And you know it. So come on, I’ve been dying to have you all day.”

Your cheeks flushed bright red at that statement, and you couldn’t think of what to say to that. Sensing victory, Billie’s smirk returned, and she tugged your shorts down to your knees.

Her ring-clad hands gripped both your thighs and pried them open as she slid down your body, hooded, lustful eyes boring into yours the whole time. She tugged your panties to the side and slide a finger through your folds, causing your thighs to jerk.

“Mm, already dripping for me.” Billie cooed. “See, I knew you wanted it.”

You whimpered, hands covering your face. You gasped as you felt her tongue on you, relentless from the start, flicking and circling your clit with purpose.

You choked on a moan, struggling to stay quiet with her skilled mouth on your pussy. It doesn’t take long before an orgasm begins to creep up on you with the way she’s devouring you.

“Billie, I-fuck, I-I’m gonna cum,” You moaned, squirming underneath her.

“No,” Billie murmured in between licks. “Hold it.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling with the effort of holding back. “Fuck- Billie, please!” You begged

“Mmm, fine. Cum for me, pretty girl,” Billie allowed, her hands on your thighs pulling you impossibly closer as she redoubled her efforts.

You released while biting on your own wrist to contain your noises, hips jerking with overstimulation as you came down from the high.

Billie pulling away, lips glistening. You could practically feel the smugness radiating off of her as she crawled up and kissed you again.

“Eilish, you’ve got five minutes til you need to be on stage!” Someone called through the door, interrupting your intimate moment.

“We can continue this later,” Billie assured you as she pulled away, shooting you a wink as she slid off the couch and left to go perform with a little extra swagger in her step.

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smut - Billie’s been desperate to have you all day, but she’s been busy rushing from one interview to the next. The only chance she gets is twenty minutes before she’s due to go on stage, and she’s determined to make the best of it.

fluff - billie makes you watch a horror movie with her and comforts you through it 🥰

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all Billie Eilish fics 🫶

never enough - fluff. you realize you don’t tell billie how much you love her often enough.

come here - smut. smut with no plot

just couldn’t wait - smut. billie can’t wait until after the award show to have you.

dessert - smut. billie doesn’t like to be interrupted while she’s eating.

be serious - fluff. billie isn’t about to let you go into work while sick.

first kiss - fluff. you’ve never had your first kiss. luckily, billie is happy to fix that.

attitude - smut. you give billie a little too much sass, and she fucks it out of you.

20 min - smut. billie's been waiting to have you all day, and she's willing to go on stage late to have her way