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FLUFF, three photos per "album", established relationship — early stages, slice-of-life
Pairing: Billie Eilish x Gender Neutral Reader
Dynamic: N / A
Synopsis: Your camera roll as Billie's partner in the early stages of your relationship
A/N: there's like no photos in each album cause I'm picturing this as like first few months of the relationship
I also personally picture one album which is just pure Billie but I like organizing so
masterlist ┊ rules and guidelines ┊ taglist
music videos 🎥 (98)
tour 🎤 (437)
studio 🎧 (62)
going places ✈ (782)
Screenshots (6,392)
Favorites (1,473)
let me know if you guys want more of this in different eras <3
synopsis: billie loses a fight and she takes her frustration out on you in a way you like 👀 (okay wait that sounded cringey kill me)
parings: boxer!billie x sweet!reader
a/n: not proofread once again cuz it’s almost 4 am …
you’re ringside the whole time watching billie work under the harsh light she’s the sharper boxer tonight better timing quicker feet but the other woman is heavier and stronger refusing to give ground and everytime billie gets even remotely close she pays for it in the body.
by the sixth round her left side is already red by the eighth she’s breathing through her mouth and her hands start dropping a fraction to late.
the opponent tall and broad shouldered mouth guard flashing white every time she grins.
“that’s all you got o’connell?”
“come on move your feet you look tired already”
“you’re softer than i thought”
she says it loud enough for the crowd to hear. scattered laughs turn into open mockery someone yells at billie “you should’ve stayed home!”
the finish is ugly and slow.
a hard punch right to the ribs makes billie fold that’s then followed with a left hook while she’s still trying to recover but the opponent keeps punching short mean shots to the body and side of the head as the crowd roars in approval.
billie’s legs stop answering she sinks to one knee then both gloves pressed to her ribs then the referee steps in the count starts and the opponent raises both gloves before the countdown even finishes.
“told you” she calls over the noise “soft”
billie looks up once in defeat with that pain mixed with frustration in her eyes.
the arena erupts for the winner and billie stays on her knees untill the medics reach her.
they let you into the locker room after the doctor clears her.
she’s sitting on the bench between two locker rows
in her sports bra and trunks all her gear already off except her hand wrap with a thin cut above her left eyebrow and she has bruised ribs as she holds a ice pack to them.
she’s staring at the floor her jaw locked so tight you can see the muscle jump.
you step closer. she doesn’t look up.
“don’t” she says voice rough “i already know what she said”
“i wasn’t going to repeat it”
you starts unwrapping her hand tape because if you don’t do something with your hands you’ll reach for her too soon and she’ll shut down completely.
once you take them off you step between her knees and carefully tilt her chin up so she’ll look at you. her eyes are exhausted.
“i’m taking you home” you say quietly
at the apartment her frustration finally cracks open.
you’re in the bedroom setting your belongings down on the table next to the bed and she suddenly grips your waist and walks you backwards until your legs hit the bed. the movement is rough but deliberate.
“i kept my hands up” she mutters almost to herself “i did everything right and she still broke me down and she made sure everyone heard it”
you reach up and cup the bruised side of her face gently brushing them.
“billie”
she kisses you before you can finish.
its not angry its hungry and frustrated and controlled all at once like shes pouring the entire loss into the way her mouth moves against yours.
her hands slide under your shirt and she eases you down onto the mattress and follows settling between your thighs with a low rough sound.
clothes come off in pieces she’s gentle even when she’s intense kissing down your throat and the soft skin of your stomach once you’re bare under her she braces herself on one forearm careful of her bruised side and slides her other hand between your legs.
her fingers are warm as she strokes through your folds slowly at first spreading the wetness she’s already found watching your face the entire time.
she slips two fingers inside of you without warning curling them upward until she finds the spot that makes your back arch palm pressing against your clit every thrust her eyes never leave yours.
the frustration from the night bleeding into the deliberate way she fucks you open.
“you’re so wet” she says quietly like she’s talking to herself “taking me so well”.
she adds a third finger the pressure builds immediately her thumb settles over your clit and starts rubbing tight focused circles while her fingers keep working inside you.
wet sounds fill the quiet bedroom as your thighs start to tremble billie leans down and kisses you through it swallowing the broken sounds you can’t hold back.
you’re close breathing hard against her mouth when the words slip out before you can stop them soft teasing affectionate.
“you’re a softie”
she freezes for a second.
“my softie though”
“you’re lucky I like you” she mutters but there’s no real heat in it her thumb presses a little firmer on your clit as she resumes the rhythm, slower now, almost fond.
she leaves her fingers inside you a moment longer feeling the last pulses before slowly sliding them out she brings them up and licks them clean kissing your mouth again softer this time.
then she settles carefully against your side one arm draped over your waist and face tucked into your neck.
you stay awake a little longer fingers moving slowly through her hair until her breathing finally evens out against your skin.
finneas: you free later, need another set of ears on this track billie’s here but she’s been high for an hour and keeps calling the song “emotionally manipulative”
you almost ignore it things with billie ended messy but you showed up anyways
the studio smells like weed and old coffee which you knew was from billie finneas shows you the track but then steps out when he gets a call. you’re alone when the door opens again
billie stands there in her usual oversized sweats and tee her eyes are heavy and half lidded and she blinks a little too slow she takes one step in swaying slightly and catches herself on the doorframe
“you’re actually here” she says voice low and soft
“finneas asked”
she looks at you for a long second like she’s trying to decide in you’re real
“come upstairs with me?” she asks quietly looking back at finneas still on his call now stepping outside into the backyard.
you follow her upstairs hesitantly she misses one of the steps and leans onto you for balance you reach her room and the door clicks shuts.
billie stands there looking at you like she’s already somewhere else then she steps close until her forehead rests against yours.
“i keep thinking about you” she murmurs “even when i try not to”
she kisses you it’s slow and a little uncoordinated from her high when you kiss her back she makes a sound relief more than anything then her hands come up to cup ur face like you’ll disappear if she doesn’t.
you end up on her bed as she eases you down onto your back she settles over you carefully her shirt comes off in a clumsy tug.
she helps you out of yours kissing your jaw and she slides your pants down and tosses them to the ground.
once you’re both undressed she sits back and looks at you for a second her eyes are glassy and heavy then she leans down and kisses you again deeper this time while her hand slides down your stomach
“can i?” she whispers against your mouth
you nod.
her fingers slip between your legs and find you already wet. she makes a soft almost surprised sound and rests her forehead against yours she starts stroking you slow and carefully over your clit like she’s relearning everything about you.
the high makes her touch a little dreamy and a little uneven but she pays attention when your hips lift a little she hums and presses firmer
“that’s it baby” she murmurs “just feel it”
she kisses down your neck while her fingers are still moving then she kisses lower across your chest until she closed her mouth around one nipple and sucks gently.
two fingers finally slide inside of you she stretches you slow and deep she curls them almost immediately like she’s searching and she finds that spot that makes your breath catch and she stays there rubbing in steady unhurried strokes.
“missed how you feel” she whispers against your chest “missed the way you get quiet”
everytime you clench around her fingers she makes a small needy sound likes its doing as much for her as it is for you.
“so wet for me” she breathes
she adds a third finger when you’re ready for it stretching you open a little more and the fullness pulls a soft moan out of you billie lifts her head to watch your face eyes still heavy and dark lips parted she looks wrecked in a gentle way.
“come for me” she whispers “please i want to feel it”
her fingers work deeper and curling just the right way her thumb pressing firm circle over your clit the pressure builds slow and heavy until it breaks.
you come with a shaky cry hips lifting off the bed with your cunt pulsing hard around her fingers billie keeps you through it.
when you finally go limp she eases her fingers out and collapses carefully beside you her arm still draped over your waist she’s breathing hard.
“stay a little” she murmurs “just a little”
you do.
a few minutes passing quiet.
then finneas voice from downstairs floats up
“hey sex addicts hurry up and get dressed we still have a track to finish!”
billie goes still then lets out a weak laugh.
“shut up finch”
billie snorts under her breath and pulls you closer.
CONTENT
SMUT, strap usage—reader receiving, slight exhibitionism, lots of kissing, recording — billie's phone, use of "cum"
lmk if there's more i should add
Pairing: Billie Eilish x AFAB Reader — no pronouns used, established relationship
Dynamic: Top!Billie x Bottom!Reader
Synopsis: After months of shared hotels with no privacy, rushed kisses, and being utterly overworked from her tour, Billie takes the last day to finally relieve the tension building between you.
A/N: something to keep yall fed cuz im procrastinating everything else
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The second the click of the lock on her dressing room door rang through her ears, Billie pounced.
Two months on the road, two months of stolen glances between shows, shared hotel beds with no privacy, and nothing but rushed kisses in dressing rooms. You hadn’t had a real moment to yourselves since before you left for the tour.
Now? Now she was crashing her lips into yours the second you were alone backstage at her final show.
That feeling pulled a soft gasp from you, eyes widening with surprise before they fluttered shut. You knew this hunger—this need—she'd been so overworked lately, she needed a break, she needed you.
Your hands found her waist, pulling her close and digging your nails into the warmth of her skin. Billie melted—finally getting the closeness she’d been craving for weeks.
No stage lights, no crew shouting last-minute cues—just you. Just your hands on her waist like an anchor, your mouth hungry against hers after so long without this.
She kissed you deeper, backing you up against a wall as one hand tangled in your hair—messy—desperate kisses with teeth and tongue and zero patience left.
It wasn't long before your clothes were off, carelessly tossed across the floor as you got to the large sofa by her vanity.
Billie was left in her bra and panties, chest rising and falling as she pulled away from you for just a moment to reach for something.
You were also half-naked, adorning only your underwear which were already being slid down your thighs.
And when Billie rose back up, in her hand was a silicone strapon—of course she brought it on tour—but you weren’t complaining.
The sight of the strapon in her hand made your stomach flip—god, you’ve missed this.
You hadn’t had a chance to use it on tour, too risky with shared rooms and thin walls. But now? Now you were alone—now you could finally have some proper time to yourselves.
You smirked, watching as she quickly fastened it around her hips—admiring how effortlessly hot she looked like this; flushed cheeks, messy hair from kissing you senseless… ready for you.
You were already soaked, thighs spread for her as she slotted herself between them—not inserting just yet—and crashing into your lips.
A whimper fell from you at the friction of her body, not even being fucked yet but utterly shameless about how sensitive you were.
"God…" You rasped, breathless. "Fuck me already, Bils." The demand came out more like a plea with how needy you were.
The way you said that—begging, demanding, needy—sent a thrill straight through her.
She didn’t make you wait.
With one smooth motion, she pressed the tip against you and pushed in slowly—watching your face the whole time as she filled you up… inch by inch…. until you were flush together.
A groan rumbled from her chest at how tight you felt around her. She kissed you hard again before starting to move.
The feeling of being so utterly full made you dizzy—stars sparking behind your eyes. As Billie thrusted into you, you let out soft, broken moans into her mouth, fingers digging into her waist for purchase.
You could hear the soft rustling just above your head before Billie pulled away. She hadn’t broken her rhythm—still moving inside you as she grabbed her phone off the vanity, angling it just right.
She knew you’d would want this later—the proof of their first time like this on tour, finally together properly after weeks of pent-up tension. So without stopping, she hit record and kept the camera steady with each thrust thrusts, making sure the it caught every gasp—every whimper that fell from your lips.
You hid your face with your hands, still making eye-contact with the camera for her future pleasure, but just a little self-aware of just how flushed you looked. Though, when you met Billie's gaze, the sight gave you the confidence to pull them away and moan shamelessly.
The feeling of her thick silicone sliding in and out of you made every nerve buzz with heat, it felt so fucking good...
The way you looked at the camera—flushed, messy, eyes half-lidded with pleasure—made her stomach flip. The sounds were filthy, loud enough to be picked up clearly by the mic on her phone.
Billie bit her lip as she watched you through the screen—her thrusts growing deeper, more deliberate now that she had this footage for later… something private just for you.
You were a wreck, back arching off the couch as she picked up the pace—fuck, it felt incredible. Every drag of silicone against your walls had you seeing stars, every thrust pushed you closer to that edge you’d been chasing since they got on tour.
And knowing Billie was filming this? That she wanted to remember it too? It made something possessive and hot flare in your chest—you loved being hers like this.
Billie’s hips snapped forward harder, chasing that perfect angle—the one that made your eyes roll back and your moans pitch higher. She could feel you tightening around her, your body getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust… and she wanted to be the one to push you over.
Her free hand—still holding the phone—slid down to press against your stomach, feeling the tension there as she leaned in close… nipping softly at your earlobe before whispering.
“Cum for me.”
The command—whispered like that, right against your ear—was everything.
Your breath hitched, your whole body tensing as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. A choked cry tore from you as you came—the sensation of her inside you combined with the filthy words sending you straight over the edge. Your thighs trembled violently around her hips.
Billie loved the way you fell apart—completely undone by her, just from her thrusts and a single whispered command.
She kept moving through it, gentler now but still riding out your orgasm with slow rolls of her hips—watching your face twist in oversensitive bliss.
Only when she felt you go boneless beneath her did she finally stop, setting the phone down on the couch beside you before kissing you deeply, tasting every gasp on your lips.
The kiss was soft now—affectionate—a stark contrast to the feverish intensity from before.
Billie nuzzled her nose against yours, smiling as she took in your dazed expression, the flush still staining your cheeks.
She kissed you again—slow and sweet this time—then one more on the forehead before collapsing beside you on the couch with a sigh of contentment.
- billie returns home after a long day of filming exhausted and just wants you
• warnings fluff & just kissing
you were quietly laid on your bed as you endlessly scroll on your phone, billie had texted you earlier saying she’ll be home home soon.
then you heard the front door open you hear her tossing something on the ground most likely her shoes because she knows you get on her if she wears shoes in the house.
billie walks in the room and sits on the edge of the bed taking off her hoodie “hey baby” you said quietly she gets in bed with you resting her head between your legs as you play with her hair “hi beautiful” she says you can hear the tiredness in her voice.
“long day?” you ask before she could answer you give her kiss “yeah” she sighs and leans back up for another kiss.
you guys switch positions and she leans her back against the headboard and she pulls you onto her lap kissing you again softy like she’s memorizing your lips.
shark and brutus interrupt jumping on the bed she laughs “hi my babies” they both let out barks which is probably them saying hello back.
she pets them “were they good?” she asks “always” you reply eventually they both go chase eachother in the living room.
“i missed you” she says sliding her hands under your shirt to rest her cold hands on your stomach “i missed you too baby” you smile
“you wanna take a shower?” you ask knowing it’ll help her relax “im too tired” she replies leaning her head on your shoulder “im gonna do all the work silly” you say “come on” you lead her into the bathroom she leans against the counter you notice her tired eyes.
you take off her shirt and unclip her bra and toss them into the dirty laundry bin just outside the bathroom you unbuckle her jeans sliding them down along with her underwear “lift up ur foot baby” you take off her sock then the other.
you take off your clothes aswell and turn on the shower then you both get in she leans her head back to wet her hair then you gently massage the shampoo into her scalp and scrub body with the sponge then rinse off the shampoo and and the body wash.
“i went to that vintage store you like” you say “what’d you get” she asks while you massage the conditioner in “a couple shirts and i got you some jorts and some tees too” you say
“just when i thought i couldn’t love you more” she smiles she gives you a soft kiss as you rinse off her conditioner you then shower yourself and you both get out getting the towels from under the sink.
you both dry off and you help her change into her clothes and you put on your favorite shirt of hers and some sweatpants you quickly but gently brush her hair and brush her teeth knowing she’s tired.
“I’ll be right there, baby,” you say.
she slips into bed but instead of falling asleep she waits for you after finishing up, you quietly climb in beside her turning onto your side with your back to her knowing she loves wrapping her arms around your waist.
“goodnight baby” she whispers pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder
“goodnight my love” you murmur smiling as you settle into her embrace.
Y/n has been playing her video games all day and I'm just desperate for attention at this point. So I walked over to her gaming chair and wrapped my arms around her neck. "Babyyy.. I wanna cuddle." I whined into her ear, kissing her neck softly. She chuckled and paused her game, turning around to me. "My pretty baby wants cuddles, hm?" She asked softly, opening her arms and patting her lap. I smiled and immediately sat down on her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck and dazing into her eyes.
Y/n's POV:
I smiled as Billie sat down onto my lap and immediately wrapped my arms around her waist. I'm literally grinning like an idot as I stare back into her eyes, not even wanting to play my games anymore. "I love your eyes, you know? I know that I say it quite often, but I'll always remember you." I say softly to her, already seeing the blush forming on her face. "Shut up, Y/n/n." She whined and buried her face into the crook of my neck. I chuckled and scratched her scalp softly, turning my chair back around towards my pc. "Try to sleep a bit, pretty girl. You didn't sleep much this night." I speak softly, kissing the top of her head. She just hummed and nuzzled deeper into my neck, her breathing already evening out.
Just a short one today cuz I don't have any ideas on what to write. If y'all have requests, please ask them!
