chrissv4mp

[chrissv4mp]

looking back on february-april and feeling dumb cus why and HOW the fuck did i let all that shit slide 💔

[chrissv4mp]

did you just twist the knife 🥀.

— 𝜗ৎ wildflower . . . c.s

in which . . . you see your ex boyfriend chris and his new girlfriend, your ex best friend at a party and confront them.

warnings . . . mentions of alcohol and being drunk, unresolved angst, slight panic attack, chris is kinda mean at first.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #5

the music is too loud. the lights are too bright. and he’s standing too close. you weren’t even supposed to come tonight. but your friends begged, said it would be fun, said you needed to get out. said he probably won’t even be there.

liars. he’s across the room when you first notice him, red solo cup in one hand, other lazily resting on her waist. her. your old friend. the one who swore up and down she’d never touch him, who cried with you the night everything fell apart, who told you he didn’t deserve you. she’s wearing a necklace similar to the one he bought you last summer.

you swallow down the ache, grab whatever drink is closest, and pretend to laugh at a joke you don’t hear. your heart is already racing. not from love. from rage. he sees you before you see him walking over. his jaw clenched like it always is when he’s about to start something. the same walk. the same eyes. but not the same boy. “what’re you glaring at me for? like what you see?” he says flatly, voice slurred just a little. you blink. “fuck you.”

“yeah?” he scoffs, tilting his head. “you came here just to start something?”

“no,” you snap. “i came here to forget you exist.” he laughs then, bitter and small. “looks like that’s going great for you.” you hate him. god, you hate how familiar he still feels. how fast he can reach inside you and pull every buried thing to the surface. you bite the inside of your cheek, fists clenched. “does she know?” he frowns. “know what?”

“that you cried when i left?” you whisper, stepping closer. “that you begged me to stay? that you said you didn’t even love her?”

“shut up,” he says, quieter now.

“you told me it was always me,” you breathe. “and now you’re playing house with her like none of it meant anything.” his lips part like he wants to deny it. like he wants to tell the truth. but she’s there. behind him. watching. you turn to her. “you told me i deserved better. now you’re fucking him. so which one of us is the liar?” her mouth opens, but no words come out. she just shakes her head, glances at him, then walks away. she doesn’t even look back. she knew she crossed the line.

you feel it all at once. the betrayal. the heartbreak. the way your throat tightens until breathing feels like a chore. your vision blurs and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the tears or the weight of every word you wish you hadn’t said. you try to walk away too, but your legs aren’t listening. “hey—” chris’s voice cuts through the static. “wait. wait, what’s going on?”

you stumble, lean against the wall, pressing your palms into your eyes. “i can’t—fuck—i can’t do this.” he reaches for you, hands hovering. “stop it, stop. calm down.” you don’t answer. can’t. you’re shaking and everything is too much and he’s too close and not close enough.

he doesn’t ask again. he just moves. arms around you. steady and warm and infuriatingly safe. he holds you like he used to, like you’re something breakable. like he’s afraid you already are. “c’mon,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “i’m taking you home.”

you try to protest, but it’s useless. he’s already guiding you through the crowd, shielding you from the stares, leaving his girlfriend behind. the cold air outside hits like a slap, but it’s easier to breathe out here. you sit in the passenger seat of his car, knees to your chest, while he drives in silence.

“you okay?” he asks after a while.

you turn your head, eyes red, voice hollow. “do i look okay?”

he nods like he deserves that. “i’m sorry.” you stare out the window. “for what?” he hesitates. “everything.” you laugh, but it’s not happy. it’s empty. “too late for that.” the car pulls up in front of your place. you unbuckle, about to get out, but he grabs your wrist gently.

“i miss you,” he whispers. “even now.” you hate him for saying that. you hate him for meaning it. because you still feel it too. even after everything. even after he ruined you. but you don’t say anything. you just get out and shut the door behind you, letting the silence swallow the things you’re too tired to scream. and he stays there, in the car. watching.

waiting.

too late.

too much.

too far gone.

like a wildflower trying to bloom in the wrong season.

© delilahsturniolo

��: DID I CROSSSSSS THE LINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???????????

[chrissv4mp]

PLS DO VIDEOS GF BILLIE AGAIN 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

ask and you shall receive 🙂‍↕️

[chrissv4mp]

YOUR THEME IS ADORABLE !!

THANK YOU SO SO MUCHH!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUU!!

[chrissv4mp]

teacher! sabrina and the classes she teaches

smut/fluff ୨ৎ

warnings: math 😖😖 a/n: some of these are meant to be silly🙏

french teacher! sabrina:

french teacher! sabrina who says everything with a sultry accent, even when she’s just asking for the attendance sheet, and you’re sitting there trying not to squirm

french teacher! sabrina who gives you private tutoring sessions after school, and sometimes you forget any french because she’s sitting too close, whispering “répète après moi, baby”

french teacher! sabrina who corrects your pronunciation by murmuring in your ear, her breath warm against your neck, her fingers brushing yours as she turns the page for you

french teacher! sabrina who wears sheer tights and button-up blouses and leans just a little too far over your desk, smirking when she catches your eyes drop

french teacher! sabrina who kisses down your spine and says “tu es à moi” in between each one, then fucks you slow and soft, calling you “ma chérie” the whole time

french teacher! sabrina who makes you croissants from scratch on the weekend and teaches you dirty phrases in bed just to hear you moan them with a terrible accent

french teacher! sabrina who gets off on being called “miss carpenter” even outside the classroom, especially when it’s while she’s pinning your wrists above your head

french teacher! sabrina fingers are inside you, slow and deep, whispering “dis-le encore, ma salope…”

french teacher! sabrina who edges you over her desk with your panties stuffed in your mouth so no one hears you moaning her name through the thin classroom walls

french teacher! sabrina who teaches a full lesson like nothing happened, while you sit in the front row still aching, thighs sticky, her lipstick smudged across your inner thigh

french teacher! sabrina who places on your her lap in her office chair, telling you how to conjugate words, rolling your hips so you can feel her strap.

french teacher! sabrina who comes home from a long day of teaching, throws her bag down, pulls you by the jaw and says, “on your knees. now.”

geography teacher! sabrina:

geography teacher! sabrina who has a huge wall map in her classroom and lets you put a pin in every place you say you want to go, then later, she kisses you breathless and whispers, “i’ll take you there someday”

geography teacher! sabrina who quizzes you by tracing lines down your arm, softly asking, “where’s the andes? where’s the danube?” like a game that always ends with her mouth between your thighs

geography teacher! sabrina who wears glasses and talks about gets excited when you ask her questions, you stop listening halfway through and just stare at her lips

geography teacher! sabrina who books a cabin in the woods for “field research” but you don’t bring anything except lingerie and snacks

geography teacher! sabrina who marks your body like a map, one bite for every place she wants to go with you, soft bruises along your collarbone like coordinates only she understands

geography teacher! sabrina who moans your name into the crook of your neck and says, “you’re my whole world, baby. every last inch of it.”

geography teacher! sabrina who spreads you out on her desk and says, “we’re doing hands-on learning today,” then traces your body with a ruler like it’s a topographic map

geography teacher! sabrina who makes you label different parts of her body while you kiss them, “this is the valley. this is the ridge. this is the peak. and this? mine.”

geography teacher! sabrina who keeps a globe in her bedroom and spins it, telling you to pick a place  “wherever you land, i’ll fuck you like we’re there.”

geography teacher! sabrina who fucks you in a car overlooking a canyon, one hand on your throat and the other up your skirt, saying “tell me where you want it, use your words.”

geography teacher! sabrina who marks bite-sized “landmarks” down your chest like a dotted path, following them with her tongue until you’re begging for her to reach the “final destination”

english teacher! sabrina:

english teacher! sabrina: who smells like coffee and old books and always has lipstick slightly smudged from sipping too fast between classes

english teacher! sabrina who teaches you to love poetry again, quoting sappho with a smirk and a wink like she knows exactly what she’s doing

english teacher! sabrina who invites you to her office to “go over your writing” and ends up bending you over her desk while the door stays half-open

english teacher! sabrinawho reads aloud in class, her voice low and slow, and every time she says “love” your stomach flips

english teacher! sabrina who annotates your body like it’s her favorite book, kisses down your thighs with whispered praises like “excellent use of imagery” and “10/10 climax”

english teacher! sabrina who gets possessive when she sees someone else quoting shakespeare at you, and later she punishes you by making you recite lines while you ride her

english teacher! sabrina who says “words matter” but still groans when you go speechless with your hands in her hair

english teacher! sabrina who ties your wrists with her scarves or ties and makes you read poetry out loud while she sits between your legs, tongue slow on your clit

english teacher! sabrina who calls it “oral analysis” and won’t let you come unless you quote your favorite line from a book while she has her mouth on you

english teacher! sabrina who makes you write an essay on how she makes you feel and reads it aloud while fingering you, breath hitching when you use words like “ruined” and “obsessed”

english teacher! sabrina who keeps a notebook of all the things you say when you’re begging, and calls it “your best writing to date”

math teacher! sabrina:

math teacher! sabrina who wears tight pencil skirts

math teacher! sabrina who gently taps your notebook with her red pen and leans down way too close to fix your mistake, and you can barely hear her over your heartbeat

math teacher! sabrina who texts you equations with flirty answers like “69 ÷ 3 = how many times i want you tonight”

math teacher! sabrina who gives you “extra credit” assignments that somehow always end with your legs shaking over her desk or in the supply closet

math teacher! sabrina who wipes your tears when you don’t understand a topic, quick to reassure you that she’s here the whole time to help

math teacher! sabrina who teaches you ratios by making you come in different positions and calling it “a balanced equation”

math teacher! sabrina who gets breathless whispering “fuck, baby, you do the math” when you ask how many times she’s already finished

math teacher! sabrina who pins a sticky note to your shirt after class that just says: “you + me = detention ;)”

math teacher! sabrina who makes you do mental math while riding her strap, every wrong answer gets you edged harder until your voice is cracking

math teacher! sabrina who says “you wanna count? count how many times i make you come before class ends” while your hands claw at her blouse and her thigh presses against your soaked core or while she leaves a vibrator in you while she lectures

math teacher! sabrina who uses her whiteboard marker to draw positions and says “you’re gonna demonstrate this next” then wipes it off with your shirt

math teacher! sabrina who fucks you with a ruler between your thighs, whispering “measuring progress, baby. stay still.”

math teacher! sabrina who won’t let you finish until you solve a word problem while she’s fingering you  “if i have two fingers inside you and a tongue on your clit, what’s your answer?”

taglist: @amara-eilish @bilswifee @iamnicoke @jayjaywetforbils @bittersuitekim @bxllxebxtch @bitchesbrokenpromises @ijustlovemaths @ilovealiceosemann @bilssturns @peytonneilish @chrissv4mp @too-sapphic-to-function @thebluediner @aka-persephone @vijaxx @thinkshespretty @emi-inspace @lilnini777 | send an ask or comment if you want to be added to my taglist!

[chrissv4mp]

at the same time !!!

⋆ fuckboy!billie who's obsessed with your tits & fuckboy!sabrina who’s obsessed with your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who constantly stares at your tits. she doesn't care where you are, she'll stare until you slap her for being ah—such a pervert.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who loves to make you ride her strap, bouncing like a bunny so she can have access to your tits.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who leaves a shitload of hickeys on your chest and tits so that any dress with even a little cleavage shows that you belong to her.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who doesn't hesitate to throw her face into your breasts at a party while you shyly try to push her head away.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who bites and licks your nipples through the see-through fabric, watching you whine and squirm.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who has a picture of your tits as wallpaper on her phone.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who loves to slide a strap between your tits, making you squeeze them around the thick length.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who innocently rests her head on your chest, pretending not to slip her hand under the fabric of your shirt.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who bought a cumming strap specifically so she could cover your tits and chest with her cum.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who licks the drugs off your tits, then fucks you while you both are high.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who bites her lip every time you bend over in front of her. does everything she can to keep her hands to herself.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose patience doesn't really last long, because her hands instinctively reach forward, squeezing your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves having you on her lap in a short skirt, squeezing and playing with the soft flesh.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who has a huge spanking kink.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves hitting it from the back, just because she has more access to your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves leaving bites on your cheeks.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose phon's full of pictures of your ass covered in her handprints.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose hand constantly drifts from your waist to your butt whenever she tries to be a gentleman and keep you close.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who likes to put her hand on your shoulder blades during parties until you bend over, pressing your butt against the strap hidden under her pants.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who always gives you a little slap on the ass before you get up to get her another beer.

౨ৎ tags; @billiesbabygirll, @amara-eilish, @st0nerlesb0, @bxllxebxtch @mystiquemm, @bilswifee, @dragoneyelashart, @bilssturns, @chrissv4mp, @allyeilishh, @bitchesbrokenpromises, @too-sapphic-to-function, @thefeverburningalive, @peytonglazesbillieeilish, @1nn3rthOughts, @thebluediner, @xiletay, @eilishsfantasy, @ariieeesworld, @peytonneilish @brinasheqrt, @sabrinannlyn @mystiquemm,@itsdopewhatmorecanisay, @lilnini777, @clairrehwart

[chrissv4mp]

this is so cute i can't

chef!billie headcanons ★⋆˙

smut/fluff ୨ৎ

au: chef! billie

chef!billie who wakes you up with the smell of fresh coffee and homemade pancakes, humming softly in the kitchen in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers

chef!billie who insists on feeding you while you sit on the counter, swinging your legs and smiling like an idiot because god she’s so hot when she’s focused

chef!billie who kisses you with flour-dusted fingers and then smears a little on your cheek just to laugh and lick it off

chef!billie who gets turned on when you moan a little too enthusiastically after tasting something she made, like full eye contact, tongue-out teasing turned-on

chef!billiewho pulls you into her lap in the kitchen chair, arms around your waist, tasting cinnamon from your lips while something sizzles on the stove

chef!billie who will finger you right there on the countertop, between bites of dessert she insists you try, murmuring “sweet like you” into your neck

chef!billie who uses honey on your inner thighs just to “try something new” and ends up making you come twice before dinner even hits the table

chef!billie who teases you for being “a messy little thing” but she’s the one licking you clean while kneeling on cold tile

chef!billie who gets cocky when she sees you wear her apron and nothing else; “oh, baby, you’re just begging to be fucked isn’t that right?”

chef!billie who loves aftercare, feeding you small bites, cuddling while you both snack, letting you wear her old culinary school hoodie and curl into her chest

chef!billie who meal preps for you without you asking, with little notes inside like “eat this when you miss me” or “made this with love :)”

chef!billie who slow dances with you in the kitchen late at night, the smell of warm butter and garlic still lingering, her hands low on your back, her lips on your forehead

chef!billie who always calls you her “taste tester” but really just likes watching you enjoy things she makes, especially when it’s her

chef!billie who ends every night kissing your shoulders in bed, whispering, “you’re the best thing i’ve ever made mine”

chef!billie who teaches her daughter how to crack eggs and whisk batter on the weekends while you sleep in, and they always bring you breakfast in bed like it’s tradition

chef!billie who melts when she hears her daughter say “mama made this with love” before handing you a cookie she helped roll out

chef!billie who gets turned on watching you be soft with her kid, helping with homework at the counter while she quietly kneads the dough for their pizza.

chef!billie who sneaks you into the pantry when the kid’s asleep, presses you against shelves, her hands up your shirt, whispering “shh, baby. quiet. she’s gonna hear…”

chef!billie who bites your neck and covers your mouth while you ride her in the kitchen chair, half-dressed in one of her shirts, both of you trying to be silent in case little feet come pattering down the hall

chef!billie who can’t help but smirk when she sees you flushed and trembling in the morning, because she knows you’re still sore from the night before when she bent you over the sink

chef!billie who makes cute little lunchbox notes for her daughter like “mama loves you so big” and for you like “i love when you moan my name” makes you double check you didn’t swap them

chef!billie who wears her hair up and an apron tied tight when she’s in mom-mode, but when the kid’s at a sleepover, she pulls you onto the kitchen counter and says, “my turn to be messy, yeah?”

chef!billie who lets her daughter decorate cupcakes while you sit on the floor sipping wine, watching them with a  little smile like “how did i get this lucky”

chef!billie who jokes that she’s making you both “a full-course meal with a side of domestic bliss,” and you say, “what’s for dessert?” and she murmurs “you” under her breath

chef!billie who wants one more baby someday, and sometimes she says it while she’s deep inside you, her voice rough and breathless like, “wanna make something else with you.”

chef!billie who always makes time for late night cooking just the two of you, dancing around the kitchen barefoot, slow kisses while pasta boils, her hand resting over your belly like she’s imagining something more

taglist:@amara-eilish @bilswifee @iamnicoke @jayjaywetforbils @bittersuitekim @bxllxebxtch @bitchesbrokenpromises @ijustlovemaths @ilovealiceosemann @bilssturns @peytonneilish @chrissv4mp @too-sapphic-to-function @thebluediner @aka-persephone @vijaxx @thinkshespretty | send an ask or comment if you want to be added to my taglist!

[chrissv4mp]

6k words, not even half-way finished, and i don't have the urge to write 💔💔💔 someone save me

[chrissv4mp]

gnawing at my phone omg

can you write billie with an obsession with always knowing what panties reader is wearing?😩

obsessed isn’t enough to describe the way her fingertips trembled as you lifted the fabric of your skirt. the way her eyes lit up with pure lust as she looked at all the lingerie sets she'd bought for you, already imagining how she'd rip them off you. the way she kept a pair of your panties in the glove compartment of her car. just a little reminder of who she belonged to.

billie always needed to know. every day, every hour, just slowly running her hand up your thigh, lifting your short skirt until a pair of pink lace thongs were revealed to her eyes.

she'd drag you into the restroom if she wanted more than just a look. even an empty hallway would do when she said 'i'd just like to look', ending with three thick fingers and her tongue working on your pussy.

distance during the tour was not a problem, her mood was spoiled if she woke up and there were still no photos in your chat. billie doesn't care if you were not at home or if it was inconvenient for you. you have to find a way to text or call, showing her your bare thighs and another set of underwear that she gave you.

if you're still at home? she'll tell you which injection to put the phone in, looking and guiding your hands under your panties.

౨ৎ tags; @billiesbabygirll, @amara-eilish, @st0nerlesb0, @bxllxebxtch @mystiquemm, @bilswifee, @dragoneyelashart, @bilssturns, @chrissv4mp, @allyeilishh, @bitchesbrokenpromises, @too-sapphic-to-function, @thefeverburningalive, @peytonglazesbillieeilish, @1nn3rthOughts, @thebluediner, @xiletay, @eilishsfantasy, @ariieeesworld

[chrissv4mp]

i'm at a loss for words rn

distraction ★⋆˙

smut ୨ৎ

warnings: g!p sabrina, use of vibrator, breeding kink, spanking a/n: i have so many sabrina au ideas rn guys

you’re laying flat on your bed, textbooks splayed across your lap, though you haven’t read a single sentence in the last ten minutes. you tug at the hem of your tiny shorts, heat crawling up your spine, no bra, just a thin tank clinging to your chest in the summer warmth. sabrina hasn’t even walked in yet, and still your pulse is racing like you’re already caught doing something you shouldn’t be.

she’s your tutor. sabrina, glasses that slip down her nose while she corrects your grammar with that quiet little smile. she’s the type who says “actually” before every correction and blushes when you call her out on it. and yet, every time she walks in your room, you feel like you’ve done something wrong. 

when she steps through the door, you nearly gasp. her hair’s let down, strands slipping loose to kiss her forehead, and her bangs sitting perfectly. you’re both sitting on your bed now, legs tangled loosely under the weight of a textbook you’ve barely pretended to care about. sabrina’s perched at the edge, trying to act like she’s not completely aware of how close your thigh is to hers. she’s got her glasses on, hair loosely falling over her shoulders, a few strands brushing her cheek.

she’s trying to focus. really trying. but you’re not making it easy.

you stretch out just a little more, leaning back on your hands so your tank top shifts, pulling tight across your chest. the movement lifts your shorts a little higher on your hips. you catch sabrina glancing, just for a second,then quickly looking away, pretending to read the page.

“you’re so serious,” you tease, your voice soft and syrupy. “do you even know how to sit on a bed like a normal person? you look like you’re in a job interview.”

her lips twitch, but she doesn’t look at you. “we’re supposed to be studying.”

“we are,” you say, nudging her knee with yours. “you’re just… distractible.”

“i’m not,” she says, too fast, too defensive. her voice is small.

“oh, you are,” you grin, scooting an inch closer. “i think you get flustered when girls sit too close to you.”

her breath hitches, and she tries to hide it by flipping the page, but the paper rustles a little too loudly. her hand is tense, her posture stiff. you watch her carefully, how she won’t meet your eyes now, and how her blush is creeping down her neck.

“tell me something,” you murmur, leaning in just a bit. “do you think it’s kind of warm in here miss carpenter?” you say fanning your face quicker with your hand, making your tits shift slightly in your top.

that gets her. she swallows hard, eyes darting to the textbook like it might save her. but you’ve already seen it.

your gaze drops and that’s when you notice.

beneath the hem of her oversized t-shirt, there’s a shape. obvious, firm, pressing up against the fabric like it’s begging to be acknowledged. you blink, pulse jumping, then glance back up at her face.

she’s already looking at you, frozen, eyes wide behind her glasses, lips parted like she’s about to say something but can’t remember what words are. the red on her cheeks is deeper now. almost embarrassed. almost desperate.

“sabrina, baby,” you whisper, voice laced with heat, “were you hard this whole time?”

she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

you lean in, brushing your knee against hers deliberately. “god. how do you expect me to study when you’re sitting there like that?”

her hand curls into the bedsheet, knuckles white. “y/n…” she says, barely audible.

“what?” you tease, letting your fingers trail along her arm, featherlight. “you want me to behave?”

she nods, once, eyes flicking down to your lips.

you smile. slow. wicked. “then stop looking at me like that.”

“chapter six,” she says, a little breathless.

you glance down at the book, then back at her. “you ever do anything fun, sabrina?”

her eyes flick up to yours, cautious. “…what?”

“you know,” you say, dragging your voice out slow, teasing. “besides reciting grammar rules and acting like you don’t know how hot you are.”

her cheeks flush a deeper pink, and she looks down, trying to focus on the page. you reach over, let your fingers graze the side of her leg, light, feather-soft, enough to make her freeze.

“bet you’ve never been touched there before,” you whisper, lips curling. “poor baby. all brains and no mess. someone oughta ruin you a little.”

her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull away. her hands curl into fists beside the book. you lean in more, so close your nose nearly brushes her cheek, your voice barely above a breath now.

“come on, sabrina. don’t you wanna stop pretending you’re not dying to know what it feels like?”

she swallows, then turns to look at you and you feel it, that moment she gives in just a little. the air between you goes tight. sharp. electric.

then her hand shoots out and clamps around your wrist.

you blink, startled, as she tugs you forward, hard enough that your chest nearly bumps into hers. your nose is filled with the scent of her skin, warm, a little nervous.

“keep reading,” she hisses, voice low and tight like a wire. her eyes flicker down to your mouth, then your chest. “or you’re going to regret this little stunt you’re pulling,”

your pulse spikes, but you force your eyes back to the page. you stumble over a sentence but hurry on, cheeks hot. sabrina’s hand slides, finding your thigh and pressing firmly. you bite back a moan, keep your voice steady: “define ‘extrapolate.’”

she smiles darkly. “good girl.” her hand drifts higher, fingertips brushing over your soaked shorts. you shift, breath catching as her hand grips you through the fabric. she’s so close, the scent of old books and vanilla swirling around you.

“now,” she says softly, “answer the question, while i fuck you.”

your heart hammers. you drop the book, and she’s swift: one arm pins you to the bed, her other hand yanks your shorts aside. you’re naked from the waist down in a heartbeat. she wastes no time, sliding inside you in one smooth thrust. you cry out, mouth pressed to the cushion. she doesn’t let up, you’re thrusting back against her, the rhythm textbook-fast.

“read,” she growls. her hand slaps your ass, hard. you gasp, words tumbling out: “to extrapolate is to infer or estimate by extending known information.”

“good,” she breathes, and fucks you harder, spit-slicked lips brushing against your neck. “keep going or i’ll stop”

you try to steady your voice. “example: using past data trends to predict future outcomes…” you drag the words out through gritted teeth as she pistons into you, teeth grazing your shoulder. each word is a battle. each correct phrase is rewarded with a deeper, rougher thrust that makes your vision blur.

finally, she halts mid-sentence. you’re shaking, face wet with tears and sweat. she pulls out and you whine, missing the feeling of being so full, she turns you so you’re on your back. one hand slaps your thigh, two fingers pressing into your entrance, overstimulating you until you whimper.

“quiz time,” she purrs. she reaches onto the table and pulls out a small vibrator, pressing it against your clit. “for every question you get right, i’ll let you cum. but get one wrong…” she trails the toy down your slit, “and i’m going to leave you here all messy, maybe won’t even let you cum.”

you nod, throat dry. she holds the remote with one hand, her other gripping your hair to keep your face buried in the cushion. “first question,” she says, “what’s the derivative of x squared?”

your body tightens around the toy. you answer, voice trembling, “two x.”

the vibrator surges. you cry out as tension shatters. sabrina smirks, dipping two fingers back inside you to hold you on the edge. “very good baby, next one.” she whispers.

you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, trembling, broken, utterly hers.

your thighs are already trembling.

the vibrator doesn’t stop buzzing against your clit, low and steady, just enough to keep you gasping but not enough to tip you over again. sabrina kneels in front of you, still fully clothed, cock hard against your inner thigh, hand wrapped around the remote like it’s nothing.

your face is buried into a pillow, your hair a mess. hips twitching. wrists clenched into the fabric. you want to cum again so bad your eyes are stinging.

“next question,” she says sweetly, adjusting her glasses. “name three rhetorical devices.”

tears wrack your face.

“i asked you a question.”

you stutter, “im sorry! um— metaphor. alliteration. and—and hyperbole.”

there’s a pause.

then she smiles. “good girl.”

the vibrator kicks up a level. your whole body jolts.

“f-fuck,” you cry, hips bucking as the pressure crests, unbearable.

but before you can cum, she turns it off.

your breath punches out of you in a sob. “daddy—please!”

she leans down, lips brushing your ear. “you think one more answer gets you to cum again? gonna be my greedy girl? cute.”

she flips you fast, face down ass up, pushing your thighs apart so you’re spread open, exposed. her cock presses against your entrance again, sliding between your sticky folds, but she doesn’t thrust in.

just grinds, teasingly.

“you want it?”

you nod hard. “yes. please, daddy.”

“then next question,” she says, soft and cruel. “what’s the capital of switzerland?”

your eyes flutter. “bern.”

click, the vibrator’s back on. high this time.

your back arches, tears spilling fast. you’re right there again, the orgasm crawling up your spine like a fire—

but sabrina grabs your throat.

“don’t you dare cum.”

you freeze. your body spasms, right at the edge. 

“next question.”

you whimper. “d-daddy, i can’t—”

she slaps your clit with her fingers, sharp and mean, forcing your head back with a sharp tug of your hair. “answer. or i’ll edge you until you pass out.”

your legs shake.

“define ‘osmoregulation.’”

you choke out the definition through gasps, stammering: “the—the process of maintaining water balance in the body.”

her eyes gleam. “very good.”

she flips the switch.

your orgasm hits like a wave, ripping through you, thighs clenching, cunt pulsing so hard it feels like you’ll break. your scream dies in your throat as you squirt over her cock, gushing down your thighs.

she doesn’t stop. not for a second.

“you want another?” she whispers, hand pressing into your stomach pressing onto the bulge, her cock pounding into your dripping pussy now. “gonna give me another baby?”

you barely breathe: “please”

she smiles like the devil. “smart girl.”

you lip if forced between your teeth, holding it there trying to suppress your noises but it’s not good enough. every time you push back, she stutters, her hand digging into your hip as she fights to hold on. you push your hands back the pleasure becoming too much for you, sabrina doesn’t care, just grabbing your hands and drilling her cock further into your pussy.

“that’s it,” she pants, voice ragged. “so tight… so good…c’mon make me cum princess”

she pulls out of you, moving to lie on her back. you go to straddle her, taking her length in your hands and slowly lowering yourself onto her cock. you lift your hips, impaling yourself on her full length, riding her slow then fast, alternating, watching her eyes roll back. you’re tired, but you know better than to disobey her. her moans are low growls, her free hand tangling in your hair as she bucks up into you, teeth catching her bottom lip.

“m gonna cum— gonna let me cum inside you, mama?” she rasps, but you don’t stop. you lean forward, pressing your forehead to hers, matching her thrusts, grinding down until you feel her tremble.

her cock twitches, filling you completely, and you feel her pulse right at the tip. she shudders, her grip on your hip tightening until you see her knuckles turn white. with one final, shuddering groan, she spills herself into you, hips stuttering, and you ride out each convulsion, letting her fill you again and again.

she collapses forward, forehead resting on your shoulder, breath hot against your neck. you stay right there, still moving just enough to hold her in every drop, your own muscles trembling as you both come down in a haze of heat and wet.

when she finally goes still, you press a gentle kiss to her temple. she lifts her head, eyes soft for the first time tonight, and whispers, “i think you’ll pass your test just fine baby,” 

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[chrissv4mp]

mean!sabrina.... omg

❝ daddy's lap . . . s. carpenter ❞ . ◞

⤷ pairing . . . gf!sabrina carpenter x stripper!reader

⤷ genre . . . smut !

⤷ warnings . . . dom!sabrina . brat!reader . degradation . spitting . spanking . manhandling .

you were embarrassed. your cheeks were burning, your fingers were tightly clenched around the pole, your eyes darting around the interior of the expensive limousine, avoiding sabrina's silhouette, comfortably settled on the plush pillows. her legs were spread lustfully, her shirt crumpled, and her jacket barely clinging to her body. her eyes were wild.

"come on, princess," she raises her right hand, the expensive cigar disappearing between her lips, making you swallow hard until she speaks again, leaning forward to playfully spank your ass a few times.

"dance for me" the voice is sweet, drenched in false kindness, sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine. she had you trapped, with no escape.

your bottom lip disappears under your teeth, as your hands reach for your see-through robe, slowly pulling it off your body to reveal a tiny set of lingere that barely covers your tits. sabrina's gaze wanders over your body hungrily and shamelessly, her hands clenching into fists in her lap.

you lean over to turn the music on the speaker up a little, the perfect view of your ass making sabrina shift in her seat, doing her best not to fuck your brains out before your little show starts.

passion oozes through the speakers, making the blood boil under your skin. your fingers wrap around the iron pole easily, helping you keep your balance.

hips moving in rhythm, back arched perfectly, your legs spreading wide as you sit up, tossing your hair to one side. your knees ache as they hit the cold floor, but you ignore it, pushing yourself up onto all fours. you slowly crawl forward, your hips rocking with every movement until you're at sabrina's feet, your cheek pressed against the inside of her thigh, teasing her.

"is this what you wanted?" lips curl into a smirk, hands coming up to wrap around her waist, squeezing her sides. "to make me your slut?"

her eyes are burning with fire, but she continues to sit still, watching, waiting for you to get her worked up enough to be rough with you.

your lips move closer to her fly, leaving kisses on her bulge through the fabric of her pants, and a little biting won't hurt.

sabrina sighs, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as if she could feel every touch driving her crazy.

"wanna take control, daddy?" you taunt, hands now working on her pants, pulling them down to her ankles along with her black boxers. the dark red strap moves rhythmically between her legs, and only now do you notice that this one is more than nine inches.

ten. . . ten . fucking . inches .

you continue to hold your face, as you move up her body until your knees are on either side of her legs, towering over her for the first time.

your hand moves forward to grab a rough handful of her hair, pushing her face right into your tits, and her tongue immediately darts out to taste the sweet skin.

"fuck..." she moans, her voice muffled by your breasts, her hands greedily wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer to her body. heat spreads through your veins, causing the most adorable whines to come from her lips, which only encourages you to continue to mock her.

sabrina sighs heavily, lips parting to reveal teeth, but as soon as she tries to bite you, you tug at her hair again, pulling her head back, fingers gripping her chin tightly.

"you know, those ten inches don't make you the boss. you still act like a pathetic—" that was a fatal mistake.

a moment passes before sabrina breaks, her hips thrusting up, causing you to cry out, grabbing onto her body to keep from falling.

"you should've thought better before deciding to act like a fucking little bitch." her words sting, not in your heart, but by sending warmth right between your legs. you're on all fours, hands gripping the back of the leather seat, legs spread wide, ass in the air, pressed up against sabrina's crotch. the thick belt presses too temptingly against your pussy.

sabrina doesn't wait, doesn't stand on ceremony, just pushes your panties aside, grabs your hips, enjoying the sight of your dripping pussy. she looks as if she owns it, owns your body. your pathetic attempt of resistance ends with your arms twisted behind your back. one of her hands holds onto both of yours, too tight for a 'fragile' little girl.

"you think just because i give you a little control that it makes you in charge, huh?" she growls in your ear making your toes curl in anticipation, but not a single word leaves your mouth. you stick silent. sabrina isn't particularly surprised; she chuckles. she spits on her palm as if it’s normal then swings, delivering a harsh slap on your ass that leaves her handprint instantly marked on your skin.

"sabrina!" you squeal, your forehead dropping onto the soft leather upholstery, your chest rising and falling with each breath heavily.

sabrina was not happy with that. the next moment, her right hand is tangled in your hair, pulling hard and forcing your head backwards.

"wrong. try again."

you swallow. hard. knowing now is the worst time to try to resist. "daddy"

"good girl" she says, her voice sweetly false, pushing you to believe she might take pity. until her cock slams into you, fast, sharp, rough, letting you feel her deeper than ever before.

the dark red tip kisses your cervix, your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars light up behind your eyelids. sabrina sighs in relief, tugging your hair harder to close the proximity between the two of you.

"when you act like a whore, you get treated like one," she whispers before moving her hand to your throat, allowing herself to press your entire body against her chest.

her hips start to move, the strap hitting at the perfect angle, letting you feel every inch, every vein rubbing against your walls. it's big. so big that you can feel how hard sabrina is tearing you apart from the inside.

"can you feel how deep i am, baby?" her nose gently rubs against your cheek, contrasting the brutality of her thrusts, which drives you crazy. your mouth, however, simply does not obey.

"s—shut up..." your eyes fill with tears, your throat dries up from constant sighs and moans. sabrina holds your hands from behind so tightly that you feel your muscles start to go numb.

"wrong answer," sabrina says with mock boredom, letting go of your body and letting you fall onto the wide seats, barely holding yourself up on your hands and knees. sabrina shifts behind you, grabbing your arms so hard that it feels like there will be bruises under her fingertips.

the two of you shift so that your back is pressed against the soft pillows, ankles wrapped around her neck, body arched as sabrina's palms press against the back of your neck, giving you a perfect view of her thick cock ramming into your pussy again. moans drown out the languid music in the background. more tears roll down your hot face, but she doesn't stop, not for a second.

"now watch, bitch" she grabs your hand in hers, guiding it to your lower abdomen, where she stopped, completely buried inside you.

“press" she orders, the command leaving no room for hesitation. you obey, applying light pressure that makes the bump stand out even more. you whine.

deep.

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[chrissv4mp]

these cramps might send me into psychosis 💔

[chrissv4mp]

Unit She Comes Home:

Summary: spicy FaceTime with Billie 🥰❤️

Warnings: smut ❤️‍🔥

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Can we call? I need you.

Your heart skips a beat as you read the text message. Once. Then twice. Another chime breaks the silence, notifying of another message from Billie.

You have five minutes. Get naked.

Your breath hitches, heart fluttering with excitement and anticipation as you make your way to the bedroom. This isn’t the first time you and Billie have done this, no. Yet the thrill of it all— the sultry warmth of her voice, each touch and caress in her name, feeling so close to her despite being so far apart— always feels so intimate, so electric. Despite the distance that separates you, the sensation of her proximity lingers, making everything feel almost tangible. The anticipation builds, a delicious tension that keeps you on the edge, eager to lose yourself in the night’s passion.

Once you’re in the bedroom, you prop your phone up with the phone holder.

As you begin to take off your romper, you can’t help but imagine your hands being Billie’s as you slowly peel off the soft fabric from your body. The love marks she made on you the night she left are already faded, yet the phantom lingering of her touch remains. She aims to please, always, and she succeeds every time.

Even miles apart.

Once you are bare, you lie down on the bed.

You wait another minute for the fun of it.

Then you call her.

She answers on the third ring.

Your heart races as Billie’s face fills the screen. She smiles, her raven black hair cascading over her shoulders, the hotel’s warm lighting casting a soft glow on her features. There's a spark in her eyes that immediately ignites your own, a mixture of mischief and affection. Her lips curl into that familiar, infectious grin, and for a moment, all the distance between you feels nonexistent. You can almost feel her presence, the electricity of her touch, even through the screen.

“Hey, princess,” Billie murmurs, her voice a low, seductive hum that sends a delight shiver down the spine.

“Hi, Billie. You miss me, baby?” you purr, the sound low and honeyed.

“Of course I miss you.” Billie smirks. “And that tight, little pussy of yours.” She then coaxes, “Let me see her, doll. Spread those pretty legs for me.”

God, you love it when she talks like that.

Slowly, teasingly, you slide your knees up to your chest, and spread your legs apart with a smirk. You can see yourself on the top left corner of the screen, pink and glistening, clit erected, just aching to be touched. Billie licks her lower lip, her ocean blue eyes now dilated and a darker shade. You even puff your chest out a bit, knowing how much she loves to see your breasts. And you even give them a little shake. Billie’s breath hitches. A thick silence weighs between the two of you until Billie speaks again.

“Close your eyes. Imagine my hands caressing your skin, my lips kissing your neck,” she instructs with a steady tone tinged with desire and affection.

Obediently, you do as you’re told. Her words echo in your ears, engulfing you in its spell as you imagine her soft lips on your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin there. You imagine her hands slowly tracing the contours and dips of your body, fingers warm against your skin, her touch slow and reverent. A sigh of bliss escapes your lips, reveling in the delicious sensation.

You feel an all too familiar warmth begin to course through your body, one that pools your own desire like fire in your core. The ache between your legs is impossible to ignore, but you remain obedient to Billie’s command. You’re so entranced with your own ministrations that you almost don’t hear Billie speak again.

“Are they hard, Y/N?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice and it sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

You whimper. “Yes, Billie.”

“Touch them, baby… nice and slow, like I do it.”

A soft moan escapes your lips as you take your hardened nipples gently between your fingers, pinching and twisting your rosy buds. You take one of your breasts in your hands and begin to massage, envisioning that your hands were Billie’s, her tongue swirling, lips kissing, and mouth sucking with an intoxicating energy that always leaves you begging for more. All the while, Billie encourages you on, her sultry voice commanding to pinch harder, massage slower.

She’s enjoying this. And so are you.

“Billie… please…” you half-whimper, half-moan, your core throbbing for the attention it needs, it craves. Billie chuckles, a low rumbling sound that seems to tease your pussy with its vibration alone.

“Taste yourself.” She commands it.

And you moan, half with relief and half with pleasure, as you slide a finger down your folds, collecting the moisture before sucking the arousal off.

“Does it taste sweet, baby?” Billie teases, and you imagine her lips curled into that damn smirk that undoes you every time. “Like candy?”

When you don’t answer right away, Billie commands, “Answer me, Y/N” and you reply with a breathy ‘yes’.

Billie grunts in approval. “Keep your eyes closed, baby. We’re just getting started.”

“Baby… please…” you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound. You need to touch yourself. You feel like you will explode if she doesn’t give you permission to do so at this very second.

“Please what, Y/N?” Billie feigns obliviousness. You can imagine her tilting her head to the side, her lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout, her ocean blue eyes gleaming with delight.

You make a sound that’s between a whimper and a frustrated groan. You know she’ll make you say it. You don’t want to say it, but you have no other choice but to submit to her will.

“Let me… touch… myself…” You pinch your nipple harder, desperate to feel more, but it doesn’t compare, not even close. You fight back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “I’m begging you… please, Billie…”

“Just ask, baby girl,” Billie purrs and you choke back a sob.

“Please.. can I touch… myself, Mommy?” you manage to say and Billie chuckles.

“That’s it, baby girl. Go ahead. Touch yourself for Mommy.”

You waste no time.

Moans escape your lips as you rub your pulsating clit, thumb circling the sensitive bud, spreading the bead of moisture there. You rub in slow circles, breath hitching as the pleasure builds, each circle of your thumb sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body. You toss your head back, lost in the sensation.

“Put two fingers in for me, doll,” your girlfriend instructs and you can only moan in response.

Your other hand trails down your stomach, fingers dancing lightly over your skin before slipping the two fingers inside your wetness. You moan louder, hips bucking against your hand as you fuck yourself slowly, deeply. The dual sensation of your thumb on your clit and your fingers inside drives you wild, your moans turning into desperate gasps. You can feel the orgasm building, your body tensing, ready to explode. You ride your hand faster, harder, your body shaking with the force of your pleasure. The only sounds that you can hear are your own moans and the wet sloshing sounds of your arousal.

That is until you hear a low, humming sound.

Coming from Billie’s end.

You peel your eyes open to see your girlfriend, her beautiful features twisted in pleasure as she teases herself with the vibrator she insisted on bringing on tour with her, movements slow and deliberate, each touch calculated to maximize her enjoyment. She bites her lip, suppressing moans as she explores her body, her breath hitching with every subtle shift of the vibrator. Her eyes are closed, lost in the sensation, and her cheeks are flushed with arousal. She knows you're watching, and that knowledge only heightens her pleasure. She arches her back, offering herself more fully to your gaze, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The room is filled with the soft hum of the vibrator and her quiet, desperate gasps, creating a symphony of desire that leaves you aching for more.

“Y/N… God, f-fuck!” Billie moans, and you swear that you could cum right then and there.

You cry out, desperately, “Billie! Oh, my God…” and rub faster, toes curling as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“C-Cum with me,” Billie whimpers— she fucking whimpers— and that’s it for you.

Your screams and Billie’s moans mix together in a beautiful symphony as the two of you ride the waves of pleasure together. Her name falls off your lips in between breathy moans and gasps as you release, fingers still buried deep inside you as the intensity of the moment consumes you. The room is filled with the sound of your combined ecstasy, each gasp and moan echoing off the walls, creating a cacophony of desire. You lay there, chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath, mind hazy from the incredible sensations.

After a while, you decide to break the silence.

“That was…” You can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence. Amazing doesn’t even do it justice.

“I know,” Billie murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “God, I miss you, Y/N. So fucking much.”

“I miss you too, Billie,” you reply and you mean it.

It’s hard. The late night studio sessions, demanding schedule, being miles apart. Yet moments like these make it all worth it.

“Round two, baby?” Billie smirks and you let out a breathless laugh. She’s insatiable. But you love it. And she knows it.

It’s your turn to smirk. “Whatever you want… Mommy.”

Billie cusses under her breath. Then, in a low, husky voice, she instructs, “Clean up and get the dildo. You have two minutes,” and you feel a newfound spark of fire ignite inside you.

Fuck— you can’t wait until she comes home.

[chrissv4mp]

i must know…what’s your favorite billie song? 🙂‍↔️

hardest question i've been asked in a while omg

it's definitely between the 30th, getting older, and the greatest—but, if i had to pick, my all-time favorite would most likely be getting older 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

now i have to know yourss!!

[chrissv4mp]

wait this was so fun should i bring it back 😼

videos girlfriend! billie would send you while she's away / fluff , pet names , language , (don't comment on the hair..) ᡣ𐭩

01. bills: if only u woke up n came wit me :[

the first thing you'd be met with is the sound of loud, electronic music, and the silly sight of your girlfriend chowing down on a baby carrot as she hummed along to the lyrics, muffled slightly, "wanna know what i told her?" she mouths, murmuring the next lines as she bounces around finneas and claudia's kitchen.

"so mediocre." she huffs, squinting her eyes at the phone camera, her annoyed expression turning into one of love as she smiles, "not you though, mama." finneas snorts in the background, earning a playful sneer from billie before she runs around the island and pushes his softly, the screen blurring from the motion for a moment or two.

the phone drops to the marble of the island, camera facing upward and catching your girlfriend and her brother's rough-housing on the far right, "o—billie—okay!" finneas calls through uncontrollable laughter, l'amour still playing softly in the background, almost completely drowned out by their banter.

billie grabs her phone before moving back over to her original spot, popping another baby carrot into her mouth as she holds the phone camera a few inches away from her face, her eyes locked onto it as she points with her other hand towards her brother, who's out of frame, "he's crazy...!" she whispers loudly, to which finneas gasps in faux offense.

02. bills: listening to our playlist..... why can't u be here mama :((

"okay, this is not safe." is the first thing to come out of her mouth when the video starts to play. her eyes flicker to the road behind her phone for a moment before she looks back over, "but i'm a pro driver, sooo..." she says with a playful grin, the early morning sun illuminating her face so perfectly and bringing out all of the little features only you could point out.

ivy by frank ocean plays through the speakers of the rental car, her plump lips moving along to the words he sang before she cuts herself off mid-verse, "i miss you." she grumbles, eyes droopy as she sets her phone in the cup-holder, finally resting both hands on the wheel, "dude, denver and la are like a million miles away." her lips tug down into a frown as she glances down at her phone, "but i'll be home soon,"

"only a few more shows, then you're all mine." she giggles, raising her eyebrows suggestively with a stupid grin on her cute face. her fingers tap along to the rhythm of the song on the wheel as her vocals blend in with the original singer. she points with one finger towards the camera as she sings the lyrics, "i thought that i was dreamin' when you said you loved me."

she bites her lip, eyes moving along the road in front of her. a laugh escapes her throat before she sniffles, shaking her head, "okay, well," she mumbles, a bashful smile tugging at her lips as she grabs her phone again, "i'm about to cry, so, bye, love youu!" she exclaims with a shaky voice, looking down at her lap in embarrassment, "and don't forget to call me when you get home."

03. bills: holy moly

"BABY!!!" billie yells, eyes wide just like the cheeky smile that was plastered on her face. blush creeps onto her face, "you can not post something like that without warning me first." she scolds softly, dragging her hands down her face as she groans loudly. her hands fumble with the phone as she switches her position, sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed and holding her phone with one hand. her other hand twirls a strand of her hair in her fingers like a schoolgirl.

"i need the outtakes." she states because she knows you'll show them to her anyway, "like—right after i send you this." she confirms with a nod of her head, pursing her lips as she moves around like she doesn't know how to stay still. she can't help but giggle as the image of your recent instagram post pops into her mind again, blushing furiously as she smiles.

"and i also need you." she whispers with a teasing smirk, biting down on her lip as she brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "if you don't answer this facetime call i—"

04. bills: do u think i'd pull this off?? cus...

billie moves the phone camera up and down, trying to gauge every little angle to see all the different tattoos the filter had to offer. she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she tilts her head to the side, grinning stupidly, "damn, i'm kinda fallin' in looove with myself." she laughs before stretching her arms above her head on the hotel bed.

"you might have some competition with thee billie eilish." she shrugs her shoulders with a playful glint in her eyes. she winks at the camera with her signature smile, running a hand through her hair as she moves to sit up in the middle of the mattress. she sets her phone down, propping it up against the pillows so that you could see her entire body.

her jaw drops as she grabs the sides of her face, seeming surprised as she squeals quietly, "dude!" she exclaims, clenching her hands into fists in front of her and shaking them wildly like she was grabbing at the bars of an enclosure, "3 fucking nights at msg!" billie announces, furrowing her eyebrows in disbelief, "3 whole nights at madison-fucking-square-garden."

she sits in silence for a few moments, looking out at the city of new york through the windows of her hotel room. she smiles, her bubbly side showing as she grabs the phone again and scoots off the bed. she flips the camera, her hand coming into view as she points at what direction she thinks the arena is in, "so fucking insane." the camera flips again, and you're met with the sight of her beautiful face again, this time, without the filter, "anyway, i'll call ya when i'm on my way to sound-check. love ya." she blows a kiss to the camera.

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[chrissv4mp]

giggling at this 🙈🙈

⌞ ❛❛ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 ❞◞ˊ. ⌝

→ "billie…! we c—can't!" your face's buried in the corner of her neck, hands tugging at her leather jacket; not sure if you're trying to push her away or pull her closer. three thick fingers buried deep in your cunt, palm slapping against your clit with each thrust.

you're dripping all over the seat of her bike, legs shaking and clenching around her wide waist, toes curling.

"hush, princess" her hand comes up to push a few fingers between your lips. cold rings clack against your teeth, drool dripping down your chin, slowly running down your neck.

"that's better"

→ "finneas's in the next room, babygirl, so keep that pretty mouth shut" she whispers in your ear, hot breath teasing your neck, sending shivers down your body. cool palms almost gently rubbing your back under your big shirt, as if that would help.

your pussy clenches around her strap, the feeling of being filled drives you crazy, leaving nothing in your mind but her name and her thick cock.

"i know it's hard, but it's punishment" she purrs, looking down to where her strap disappears into your pussy. "so hold fucking still while i work"

→ "d—daddy! please…" you whine, no—cry. your completely naked body's splayed out on the backseat of her new audi, panties hanging on your ankle as her cock rams into your pussy at an animalistic speed, making the car shake erratically.

"shut the fuck up already" she rips the underwear off your leg, silently shoving it into your mouth, letting you taste your own arousal.

"wanna cum inside, mama, can i?" she asks almost politely, even though she already knows how much your eyes light up at the thought. you nod frantically, and billie just chuckles, gently patting your cheek.

"that’s what i thought"

→ "relax, my love" her presence from behind's as strong as her strap, sliding in and out of your pussy teasingly slow. your hands grip the edge of the balcony, knuckles white from the force of your grip.

the eiffel tower looks beautiful, the lights twinkling, but everything blurs as her middle finger starts to stimulate your clit.

"enjoy the view, pretty girl, mm?" billie leaves wet kisses on your neck, not caring at all about the people passing by below. "while i enjoy that sweet pussy of yours"

→ her body on the edge of the pool, you standing underwater, on your tiptoes. her bottom lip disappearing under her teeth, brows furrowed, chest heaving with each pleasure filled breath as your tongue flickers over her pussy, hands gripping her hips tightly.

"that’s it baby… right there" she blinks a few times, eyes dropping to your face, meeting your hungry eyes. her hand's buried in your hair, tugging and pulling, guiding your head just the way she likes it.

her thighs are clamped tightly around your head, body shaking, betraying how close she is.

"fuck, just don’t stop, my perfect girl…"

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[chrissv4mp]

OH MY GOD PINGU???? I LOVE LOVE LOVE

YESSS i'm so glad people are starting to notice cus i LOVEEE HIMMM