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nothing like your tattoos | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you spend the night together, billie never fails to leave in a hurry.

warnings. angst, kind of suggestive, little bit of fluff (this is SO dramatic i’m sorry 🤧) not proof read

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her skin was sweaty as you traced her tattoos, baby hairs sticking to her forehead, and her chest beating up and down, to the softening rhythm of her breath, reminding you of previous events.

“okay, i gotta go baby, that alright?” even though she spoke as if it was, it wasn’t a question. but regardless, she made no attempt to move, no effort to escape your grasp.

“what do you think about me?” she raised her eyebrows, clearly confused.

“what do you mean?” riddled with your words, she awaited clarification. but when you didn’t speak, she grew worried.

“baby? what’s wrong?” her genuine concern never failed to fool you, trick you into believing her words of comfort. but the result was always the same. her absence.

“what am i to you?” she clearly didn’t like the sound of that question. unsure of its proper answer and naturally, of a response that would satisfy you.

“why would you ask me that?” disappointment spread across your features, unmistakably.

“you’re nothing like your tattoos.” she seemed amused now, puzzled by your misleading words.

“what do you mean?” she turned to look at you, careful not to move her hand as you traced the fairies that littered it.

“there’s nothing permanent about you.” her expression faded, a sense of sadness taking place instead.

“hey,” she caressed your face before speaking, demanding your attention, “i’ll stay, if you want me to.” and you knew it was honest. she would, she’d do it for you, but never of her own accord.

“that’s not what i want.” you sat up, and out of her grasp as she followed.

“then what do you want?” the question was too complicated for a simple response.

“i want you to want me.” her breath hitched slightly, almost faint enough to miss.

“i do want you.” she brought her hand to your face in attempt to comfort you. but her words were empty, meaningless. because she was never clear about her true feelings behind them.

“no you don’t, not really. i’m just a good fuck to you.” you said it like you were disgusted, disappointed in yourself for letting it get this far.

“good? don’t underestimate yourself babe, you’re a whole lot more than good.” a hint of humour could be found in her tone but it wasn’t amusing. not to you, not under the circumstances.

“billie, that’s not the point.” your saddened expression gave her the hint that the humour was misplaced.

“sorry, i just- i guess i just don’t know what you want from me.” she was lying through her teeth, fully aware of what you desired.

“oh please! you know exactly what i’m talking about.” she looked away for a second, taking a moment to think.

“i’m just not one for relationships. it’s too much for me.” she rubbed your cheek with her thumb, sending a river of mixed signals and emotions.

“well this,” you gestured between the two of you, “it’s too little for me. i can’t do this with you anymore.” you made a move to get up, shifting away from her, but she pulled you back by the arm.

“wait, no. i can’t lose you.” she seemed surprised by her own words, as if it was more of a reflex rather than a conscious expression of her feelings.

“that’s tough then, billie. because you’re not even willing to try.” when she didn’t say anything, nothing to confirm nor deny, you grew frustrated.

“whatever bils, I’m sorry i can’t keep this up. but it just hurts too much.” her eyes were teary when you turned away from her, your own tears now spilling down your face.

“i can’t promise permanence but i can promise you i’ll try.” she said it all at once, a desperate plea. you almost didn’t catch her words.

“what?” you turned around to look at her. her eyes were big, her lips plump. it was so hard not to fall in love with her.

“i just want to be with you. i don’t care how, i just need you in my life.” she chewed on her lip, a physical expression of her stomach churning out of anticipation.

“really?” your emotions neared disbelief. not quite sure if anything was real.

“yeah. please let me stay. i want to stay.” you nodded and she kissed you like you were hers. she kissed you like she wanted the feeling tattooed on to her lips forever.

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i’m lacking in inspiration at the moment :(

working on a few things though so stay tuned 🕺🏻

I luh you girl 🙈😻

you’re not real i’m not convinced 🫣

i love you too stopp

hey😊😊😊 can you do a smut where billie and reader are recording them getting freaky and then after when billie is performing oxytocin the visuals are before they get too into it yk somewhat like the visuals she had during the concert last night and reader is gagged but not mad bc they made jokes of billie making it the visuals but she didn’t think she’d do it gxg freaky scissoring and strap idk and yeah 😊😊

this one’s WILD i can’t lie to you

‘wanna make you yell

WIFE WIFE WIFE

YES YES YES 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Idk if this is weird but would you write smt where billie has a mommy kink? pls and thxxx

here you go babeee, i know it’s not really like focused on this but i hope it’s chill x

don’t wanna be your fan

YEAH LEAVE MY BABY ALONE WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS TOO YA KNOW

ugh and now i’m giggling uncontrollably

THATS RIGHT IM HER BABY 😛

who would’ve thought hawk tuah anon brought me outta hibernation but im here 🚨🚨

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.

when i first saw ur name in my notifs i thought it was COOL FR

dolla dolla bills yall😜

i got all the baddies in my inbox why am i blushingg ☺️🫢