Photographer!billie sometimes leaves little printed photos of you with cute notes on the back for you to find sitting on the lunch she packed for you,
β¬ "Thought your beautiful smile really stood out in this one. I hope you like it! I love you baby.
-love, billie"
Photographer!billie who will immediately grab her camera when you start to feel insecure,
β¬ βLet me show you how I see you."
β¬ "Look baby, you're absolutely gorgeous.β
Photographer!billie loves taking your portraits, making you feel like a muse, hyping you up the entire time. All whilst saving you the cost of hiring someone else... and mainly so they don't get to see how beautiful you are.
Photographer!billie who will pause mid-conversation to capture a perfect shot of the light hitting your hair or the way youβre laughing.
Photographer!billie edits your photos late at night, humming softly, and occasionally turning her laptop to you,
β¬ βWhat do you think of this one?β
Photographer!billie who makes you her phone and laptop wallpaper using your favorite picture of yourself (that she took).
β‘Smut -
Photographer!billie loves late-night vlogs where the camera eventually ends up forgotten on the nighstand, soft moans and the sound of Billies strap thrusting into you filling the room before everything fades to shadows.
β¬ "Billie.. baby I can't-"
β¬"Yes you can mama. You got it." Only fucking you harder, driving you to overstimulation.
Photographer!billie snaps a quick photo of your fucked out expression after making you cum over and over again. Eyes rolled back, beads of sweat all over your naked body, your mouth hung open with lip liner smudged all around your lips. Immediately making her want to go another round...
β¬ "Fucking hell, I don't deserve you."
Photographer!billie who has an entire hidden album full of your nudes that she took herself. Using them to get off whenever she's too far away on a business trip.
Photographer!billie who will grab her camera from off the nightstandβtaking close ups of your pussy just to show you how wet you are for her.
Photographer!billie will play little games with you. Having you remove 1 piece of clothing for every picture she takes of you, the tension in the air getting thicker and thicker with every shot. Until she ends up fucking you in her studio.
Photographer!billie will cancel any meetings she has, just so she doesn't forget, because she's thought of a new sadistic, lustful way she could take pictures of you. One time she had you restrained to the bed with a vibrator on your clit on max setting for god knows how long. It ruined you. she loved it and so did you.
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Notes: it's 4am... I worked on this with 50% brain power and spent most of it on making this look pretty. I gave upπ
I actually got the idea from the photo I used that I found while scrolling on Pinterest lol
Billie records you taking her strap. That's it that's all π€
"Come on baby. Say hi f'me" Billie holds up the vintage camera, zooming in on your face, carefully catching each expression you make every time she rams into your throbbing cunt.
You came up with the idea, really. Filming your entire day together. Capturing every. Single. Moment. You knew she would agree to the idea, but what you didn't know is she'd insist on recording you whilst she fucked you with her cock. The camera moving with every thrust. Blurry, but enough to at least see how you looked. "Smile pretty girl."
She grabs a hold of your chin, slightly moving your head to face the camera, still holding it in her other hand. "You look pretty when you smile," She says, her thumb grazing over the bottom of your lip.
"So fucking pretty.."
She sets the camera down on the nightstand, angling it so you were both still in frame.
Grabbing your thighs, she lifts it up beside your head, kissing your neck before thrusting harder. Her sweet kisses contrasting to how rough her cock kept pounding into you. "Fuck baby, feels so good," you muttered, your head falling back onto the pillow, vision filled with stars and pretty little patterns you couldnt quite decipher.
"Yeah? Look at the camera. Let them see how good you feel," Billie slides her hand towards your clit, applying pressure as her thumb traced meticulous figure eights, causing your body to jolt and instinctively grab onto her wrist.
Billie chuckled, a bit of a giggle sneaked in there. "You like that, huh?" You moaned in response, your hips beginning to move, matching the rythm of hers. "Mmh, I know you do mama"
"Wasn't this such a good idea?" Billie coos, "can't wait to go back and watch your pretty little face over and over again."
Grabbing the camera, she focuses it on her strap, watching carefully as she intently fucks into you. Your pussy coating her in your sticky cum. "Fuck." she groans. Loving the way your pussy sucks her back in, like it misses her cock, everytime she pulls away.
Her other hand grabs onto your hips, her fingers tapping on your skin gently, a sign she wants you to turn over on your stomach. So you obliged, resting your head on the pillow as she lifts your ass up into the air. "Perfect" she almost purs, satisfied with the way your ass is perked up, swaying side to side as if you were teasing her. She loved the way it looked. Always loves to keep her hands on your ass whenever she could, it was like a coping mechanism for her at this point. She couldn't help it. Everything about you was fucking perfect in her eyes.
Billie groaned, throwing the camera on the bed somewhere. She didn't care where, it was the least of her worries. she'd look for that shit later.
Grabbing onto your hip, her other hand resting on the sole of your back, Billie slowly but surely slid her strap back into your throbbing pussy, as if it was begging for her to fuck you.
"You're not gonna run from it, right baby?" You nod your head slowly, your body contorting in pleasure.
"I can't hear you."
Your breath shaky and wavering, you respond "Yes, fuck yes."
"Yes what? Cmon mama what's my name."
You cry out in pretty pleas, her cock pretty much hitting your cervix. "Yes daddy!"
"Atta girl."
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Notes: It's 3 in the morning and I decided to randomly make this quick little fic like i dont have things to do tmrwπ I need to go to bed! Enjoy my lovess π
daily reminder that billie is getting fucked by nat wolffβs huge dick and she will never date a woman. she doesnβt even like women like that. she just pretends to make her delulu fans get off her back. same with the baggy clothes. itβs all marketing. how does that make you feel? that everything you write will never be true and is merely a reflection of how lonely and desperate you are? at the end of the day billie will be living her best life with her MAN π
GIRL?? You just threw me all the way off
Some advice..? Get some help babe, you need it. Because this was SOO unnecessary and embarrassing. Not for me, but for you. And I'm not even mad, im just worried for you because what even possessed you to write something like this and press send..
A/N: It's you and Billies 1 year anniversary and she surprised you with a gift.
It's hard to believe a whole year has passed since you and Billie started dating. Today marks your first anniversary, and you're buzzing with excitement because Billie mentioned she had a surprise for you.
"No peekingg" Billie giggled, gently adjusting the blindfold over your eyes. You could feel the warm sun on your skin and hear the faint rustle of leaves, but beyond that, you had no idea where she was leading you. You trusted her completely though, so you just let yourself be guided where each step was a delightful mystery.
After a few more steps, Billie stopped. "Okay, you can take it off now."
You pulled the blindfold off, fixing your hair before opening your eyes and your jaw nearly dropped. You were standing in a vast, empty green field, absolutely bursting with wildflowers of every color imaginable. The vibrant hues stretched as far as you could see, swaying gently in the breeze. It was breathtaking.
"Happy anniversary, my love," Billie whispered, her voice soft and full of affection.
"Billieβ baby, this is beautiful!" You turned to her, a soft smile gracing your features. The genuine happiness in your eyes was all the confirmation she needed, a quiet reassurance that her efforts had been worth it.
She took your hand and led you further into the field, towards a large, spreading tree. Beneath its shade, a beautiful picnic blanket was laid out, with an array of delicious-looking snacks and drinks. There were fruit tarts, mini sandwiches, sparkling lemonade, and, to your delight, a bowl of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream.
You settled down on the blanket, your heart full. Billie poured you both some lemonade, and you spent some time just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, the sweet scent of the flowers, and each other's company.
"Here, try this," Billie said, her eyes twinkling. She picked up a plump strawberry, gave it a generous amount of whipped cream ontop, and held it out to you. You leaned in, taking a bite, and a little dollop of cream escaped, landing right on your lip.
Billie chuckled softly, her gaze warm and tender. She leaned closer, her thumb gently wiping the whipped cream from your lip. Her touch sent a shiver down your spine. "You're so beautiful." she murmured, her eyes locked with yours. "Even with whipped cream on my face?" You giggled.
Billie laughed along with you and and planted a soft kiss onto your lips. "Even with whipped cream on your face my love."
You blushed, a soft smile gracing your lips as you gazed back into her loving eyes. This past year had been the best of your life, and moments like these, simple yet profound, were exactly why.
I wanna start writing fics but Idk where to start π
I literally just wrote something, posted it, and hoped for the best.. so that's really all the advice I have for you lmao π Then eventually you'll improve over time!
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