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“ALONE TIME” — g!p!billie x reader

contains: very heavily written smut, ‘daddy’ kink, g!p smut, p in v sex, oral sex, sub!reader receiving, breeding kink MDNI +18 only

the house feels too quiet without delilah’s giggles echoing down the hall or julie’s tiny feet pattering across the hardwood. the grandparents picked them up this morning, waving out the window with promises of ice cream and zoo trips, leaving you and billie with an entire weekend stretched out like a blank canvas.

billie’s been watching you all day. not subtle about it either. leaning in doorways, eyes dark, tongue dragging slow across her bottom lip every time you bend over to grab something. she hasn’t said much, but you feel it—the way the air crackles when she’s close, the way her hand keeps finding the small of your back like she’s staking claim.

now it’s late. the sun dipped hours ago, leaving the bedroom bathed in that low golden glow from the string lights you hung last month. you’re on the bed in nothing but one of her oversized tour tees, knees tucked under you, pretending to scroll on your phone. she’s in the doorway again, shoulder against the frame, wearing those loose black sweats that hang criminal-low on her hips and nothing else. the v of her hips cuts sharp, the outline of her strap-on already thick and obvious under the fabric.

“put the phone down, baby,” she says, voice rough like she’s been thinking about this all day. “been waiting too fucking long for this.”

you let the phone slip from your fingers, screen going dark. your stomach flips when she pushes off the doorframe and stalks toward you, slow, deliberate. she climbs onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and towers over you without even trying.

“missed having you all to myself,” she mutters, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt. she yanks it up and off in one motion, tossing it somewhere across the room. your skin prickles under her stare. “look at you. fuckin’ perfect.”

her hands are everywhere—gripping your thighs, spreading them wide, thumbs digging into the soft skin hard enough to bruise tomorrow. she leans down, mouth hot against your neck, sucking a mark right under your jaw. you whimper, arching up, and she laughs low against your skin.

“already needy?” she taunts, nipping your collarbone. “haven’t even touched that pretty pussy yet.”

she sits back on her heels, shoving her sweats down just enough to let the strap spring free. it’s the big black one—thick, veiny, the one that makes your thighs shake just looking at it. she palms it, stroking slow like it’s real, eyes locked on yours.

“you want my cock, hm?” her voice drips filth. “i’ve been wanting to fuck you so hard the second those kids left.”

you nod, breathless, legs falling open wider without her even asking. she smirks, dragging the fat head through your slick folds, coating it, teasing your clit until you’re squirming.

“words,” she growls, slapping the tip against your clit once, sharp. you jolt.

“please, daddy,” you whine, voice cracking. “need it. need you inside me.”

“that’s my good girl.”

she doesn’t ease in. never does when she’s like this. one brutal thrust and she’s buried to the hilt, stretching you open so wide your eyes water. you cry out, nails scraping down her back, and she groans like it hurts her too—in the best way.

“fuck, you’re tight,” she hisses, pulling out slow just to slam back in. the bed creaks under the force. “taking me so well. my perfect little slut.”

she sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, skin slapping loud in the quiet room. every thrust punches the air from your lungs, the head of her cock dragging against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. you can’t do anything but take it—legs wrapped around her waist, hands fisted in the sheets, mouth open on broken moans.

“louder,” she demands, grabbing your throat just tight enough to make your head spin. “let the whole fucking neighborhood know who this pussy belongs to.”

you try—god, you try—but all that comes out are pathetic whimpers and her name, over and over. she laughs again, dark and mean, and flips you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing. before you can catch your breath she’s yanking your hips up, spreading you open, and sliding back in with one slick thrust.

“ass up, baby,” she grunts, spanking you hard enough to sting. “wanna watch it bounce while i wreck you.”

she fucks you like she’s trying to brand herself inside you. the angle’s deeper, brutal, her hips slapping against your ass loud enough to echo. her hand snakes around to rub tight circles on your clit and you’re gone—screaming into the pillow, whole body locking up as you come so hard your ears ring.

she doesn’t stop. just slows enough to let you feel every inch dragging in and out, overstimulated and shaking.

“one more,” she rasps, voice wrecked. “gimme one more, princess. wanna feel you cum on daddy’s cock.”

you’re sobbing now, oversensitive, but you push back against her anyway—desperate, greedy. she growls, gripping your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, and pounds into you until you break again, clenching so tight she has to force her way through it.

when she finally pulls out you collapse, trembling, dripping, fucked dumb. she flops down beside you, chest heaving, dragging you into her arms. her lips brush your temple, soft now, voice all gravel and sugar.

“love you,” she murmurs, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. “so fucking much.”

you manage a tiny, blissed-out smile against her neck. “love you more, daddy.”

the house is dead silent except for the wet slap of her hips against your ass and the broken, filthy noises spilling from your throat.

billie’s got you folded in half—knees damn near by your ears, ankles locked over her shoulders, pussy split open on that her cock. she’s buried so deep you swear you feel her in your throat. every thrust punches a sob out of you, your cunt gushing around her, dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets.

“look at this greedy fucking hole,” she snarls, pulling out just to watch you clench around nothing. she spits, right on your swollen clit, then smears it in with her thumb. “sucking me in like a desperate little whore. you love daddy’s big cock ruining this pussy, don’t you?”

“yes! yes daddy,” you choke, nails clawing at her arms.

she slams back in, one brutal stroke that makes your eyes roll. “say it louder. tell me who owns this sloppy cunt.”

“you do!” you scream, voice cracking. “daddy owns it, only you! please—”

“yeah, that’s it.” she grabs your throat, squeezing until your head spins. “this cunt was made for my cock. i’m gonna fuck you so dumb you forget your own name. i’m gonna breed this tight hole till you’re leaking me for days.”

she yanks your hips higher, angle shifting, and starts pounding that spot that makes you see stars. the headboard bangs the wall hard enough to chip paint. your pussy flutters, squirting messily around her shaft with every thrust.

“fuck yes, cum,” she growls, slapping your clit sharp and fast. “make a fucking mess, baby. show me how nasty you get when i split you open.”

you’re babbling now—pure gibberish, “daddy, daddy, daddy” mixed with wet sobs. she flips you onto your stomach, ass in the air, and shoves your face into the pillow.

“bite it,” she orders, voice dangerous. “scream into it while i tear this pussy apart.”

she mounts you like an animal, hips pistoning, balls slapping your clit with every thrust. her hand cracks across your ass, once, twice, three times, until you’re sobbing and pushing back, begging for more.

“such a filthy little slut,” she rasps, fisting your hair and yanking your head back. “bet you’d let me fuck you raw in front of the whole world just to feel this cock wreck you. wouldn’t you?”

“yes! god yes, anything for you, daddy!”

she reaches under you, pinches your clit hard, and you shatter—screaming, shaking, gushing so hard it soaks her thighs. she doesn’t stop. just fucks you through it, forcing you into another one before the first even fades.

“keep coming,” she snarls, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “milk my fucking cock with that wrecked cunt. gonna fill you up so deep you’ll feel me every time you sit tomorrow.”

your third orgasm rips you apart, body seizing, pussy clamping down so tight she has to fight to keep moving. she groans like she’s the one coming, hips stuttering, grinding deep.

when she finally pulls out you collapse, trembling, cunt gaping and dripping. she flips you over, straddles your chest, and slaps the soaked strap against your lips.

“open,” she commands. “taste how fucking wet you got for daddy.”

you do, instantly—tongue out, licking your own mess off her cock while she watches with dark, possessive eyes.

Reader is streaming on twitch with her small community. Billie sees that she’s live and decides to mess with her as she’s feeling horny. As reader’s interacting with her chat, Billie sends her a few nudes and a video, and reader is trying so hard to keep her cool and not let her blush show (fails miserably btw 🤭) or make a fool of herself. After a while, Billie is tired of waiting and sneaks into reader’s gaming room. Billie gets under reader’s desk and eats her out while she uses a toy on herself.

“NEEDY” - dom!billie x gamer!reader

contains: fingering, cunnilingus, public?, gxg smut, strap on sex, overstimulation.

the stream glows soft blue on your face, the only light in the dim room. your fingers dance across the keyboard, voice low and teasing as you read donations aloud to the handful of regulars in chat.

the room smells faintly of vanilla candle and warm electronics, your thighs already sticky under loose cotton shorts from the slow ache that’s been building all evening.

your phone buzzes on the desk, face-down. you ignore it at first—another sub notification, probably—but it buzzes again.

and again.

you flip it over.

new private message.

no username you recognize. just a single photo.

billie.

she’s in frame from collarbones to thighs, black lace panties pushed aside, two fingers buried deep, your eyes flicked to her face, she was biting her lips, her fingers her soaked, glossy from how wet she is.

the next message is a video—no sound—just her hips rolling slow, biting her lip so hard it’s swollen red, eyes locked on the camera like she’s staring straight through the screen into you.

your breath catches hard enough that chat notices.

“everything okay, y/n?”

you force a laugh, shift in your chair, feel the seam of your shorts press right against your clit.

“yeah, just… someone being a menace.”

another buzz.

a new photo: her tongue out, saliva dripping onto her own breasts, caption just one word.

behave.

you absolutely do not.

you type back fast, thumbs shaking: you started it.

her reply is instant.

“keep streaming pretty girl. don’t let them see you fall apart.”

your face burns. you glance at the webcam light, steady red, and roll your lips together, trying to look normal.

chat’s spamming question marks. you clear your throat, read the next donation like nothing’s happening, but your voice cracks on the last word.

under the desk your knees are already parting.

billie sends one more thing.

a live photo.

she’s in your apartment.

you can tell by the playboy poster on the wall behind her. she’s crouched by your bedroom door, hoodie unzipped, nothing underneath, phone angled so you see the shine on her inner thighs. she mouths two words you can read perfectly.

coming for you.

your heart slams against your ribs. the chat is oblivious, laughing about something in game.

you mute your mic for one second—just one—and let out the shakiest exhale of your life.

then you feel it.

cool air kisses the backs of your thighs first. gentle fingers hooking under the legs of your gaming chair, tugging it back an inch. you freeze. your camera only shows you from chest up; no one can see what’s happening below frame.

billie’s breath ghosts over your knee. then higher. her lips brush the sensitive skin just above your sock, open-mouthed, wet. you feel her smile against you when your leg jerks.

you unmute, voice trembling. “s-sorry, dropped my controller.”

her tongue traces a slow line up your inner thigh. stops just before the hem of your shorts. you clench so hard the chair creaks.

chat: you good queen? you’re mad red

you laugh too high.

“it’s hot in here.”

billie’s fingers curl into the waistband of your shorts and panties both, dragging them down just enough.

cool air hits slick, swollen skin and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stay quiet.

she spreads you with two fingers, gentle but firm, and the first slow lick drags from your entrance to your clit like she’s savoring you.

your hips try to chase her mouth. she pins them down with one hand, nails digging in just enough. the second lick is firmer, parting you, tongue flat and hot.

the third circles your clit so perfectly your vision tunnels.

you’re reading donations, the words slurring. someone tips 500 bits with the message make her moan.

billie hears it somehow—she must be watching the overlay on her phone.

she sucks your clit into her mouth hard, flicks it twice, releases with a soft pop you swear the mic picks up.

your hand flies to cover your mouth.

“thank you for the bits—oh my god—”

under the desk she’s relentless now.

tongue fucking into you in slow, deliberate strokes, nose brushing your clit on every push in.

your thighs are shaking so bad the chair rolls an inch. she hums—actually hums—and the vibration makes you choke on air.

you feel her shift.

hear the soft click of plastic. your favourite toy, the curved silicone one you keep in the drawer right there.

the low buzz starts and your eyes flutter shut for half a second.

she teases the tip up and down your slit, coating it until it’s dripping with you, then eases it inside in one smooth push.

your back arches hard. but you disguise it as stretching.

the toy curls right against that spot and turns on a low, pulsing pattern.

billie’s mouth seals over your clit again, sucking in time with every throb of the vibe.

you’re close.

so close, your voice is cracking on every word, thighs clamped around her head. she knows. she always knows.

she pulls off just long enough to whisper against you, lips brushing swollen flesh.

“come for me, baby.”

then she’s back—tongue lashing fast, toy cranked higher, fingers digging bruises into your hips—and you break.

your orgasm hits, sharp and blinding. you turn it into a cough, slam the mute button, ride her face in tiny, desperate jerks while she drinks every pulse, every shudder. the toy keeps going until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.

the mic’s still muted.

chat’s spamming “???” and “❤️” emotes.

billie slides the toy out slow, licks it clean with a filthy little moan you feel more than hear.

she presses one last kiss to your clit—soft, reverent—then crawls out from under the desk, hoodie zipped now, cheeks flushed, lips shiny.

she leans over you, chest to your back, and unmutes the mic herself.

your voice comes out wrecked.

billie then said “sorry guys, technical difficulties. she’ll be back tomorrow.”

billie ends the stream for you. the moment the overlay goes dark she spins your chair, straddles your lap, and kisses you so deep you taste yourself all over her tongue.

“good girl,” she whispers against your mouth.

“now turn around. we’re not done.”

billie smiles, slow, dangerous, and stands from your lap. the hoodie she zipped for four seconds of pretend modesty slips off one shoulder. nothing underneath. nipples hard, silver bars glinting. fresh hickey high on her left tit from two nights ago and faint red scratches across her hip from earlier this week.

she’s a living record of every place you’ve touched her.

your gaming chair creaks when you try to speak. she doesn’t wait.

“bedroom,” she says. not a question.

you stand. knees almost fold the second cool air hits the mess between your legs.

billie grabs your elbow, steadies you, then uses it to tug you down the hallway.

eight steps.

every one feels underwater.

bedroom door already cracked. window open, curtains breathing.

vanilla candle burned low on the dresser, throwing gold shadows everywhere.

the bed was a wreck.

the sheets were twisted from this morning when she woke you with her tongue inside you and wouldn’t let you come till you screamed her name loud enough for the whole building to hear.

billie stops at the foot of the bed, spins you, pushes your shoulders. you fall back with a bounce. she’s on you instantly, knees bracketing your hips, hands caging your head.

“look at you,” she murmurs, eyes dragging down.

tank top shoved up under your arms, tits spilling out, nipples tight and begging.

stomach fluttering with every breath. thighs shiny all the way to your knees.

“completely fucked. and we’re just getting started.”

you reach for her waist. she lets you drag her down, lets you kiss her deeper.

you taste yourself heavy on her tongue, salt and sweet. she moans when you suck her bottom lip, bite just hard enough to sting.

her hips roll once, bare cunt dragging over the soft skin just above your mound.

she’s soaked.

you feel it smear hot across you.

she does it again, slower, clit catching perfectly, breath hitching.

“been dripping since that first pic,” she whispers against your jaw.

“sat right outside your door fingering myself listening to you try to sound normal. almost came just from your little stutters.”

your hands slide to her ass, spread her, yank her harder against you.

her clit catches again and she whines.

“billie—”

“shh.” she sits up, straddling you proper.

she grabs your wrists, pins them above your head with one hand. she’s stronger than she looks.

“keep them here. move them and i stop. got it?”

you nod so fast you got so dizzy.

she leans in, licks up your neck, bites your earlobe. “words, baby.”

“yes. fuck, yes.”

“good girl.”

she lets go slow, testing.

you curl your fingers into the pillow and don’t move. satisfied, she slides lower.

kisses down your chest.

spends forever on your tits, mouthing everywhere except your nipples, sucking little purple bruises into the soft skin around them. every time you arch trying to get her where you need she pulls back just enough to make you cry.

finally she flicks her tongue over one aching peak.

your back bows hard. she hums, happy, and sucks it into her mouth, hard. her hand cups your other breast, thumb circling the nipple till you’re babbling her name.

she switches sides, teeth grazing, and you feel fresh slick leak out of you onto the sheets.

when she’s happy with the mess she’s made —both tits red and swollen and wet—she moves lower.

there were kisses over your ribs, your stomach, the little silver bar in your navel. tongue traces it, teasing, before she keeps going.

your legs fall open on their own.

she settles between them like it’s home. spreads you with gentle thumbs and just stares. you’re puffy and pink and glistening, clit twitching every time her breath hits it.

“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen,” she says, almost praying.

“every time i think i’m done i look at you like this and i’m starving again.” billie says and you whimper. actually whimper.

she licks you once, slow and flat, gathering wetness from entrance to clit.

again. and again.

until you’re rolling up to meet her mouth and she has to pin your hips down.

then the teasing stops. she eats you like she’s trying to crawl inside. tongue pushing deep, curling, fucking in and out while her nose grinds your clit.

hands slide under your ass, lift you higher, spread you wider.

the angle lets her tongue fuck deeper and you cry out, fingers scrabbling for the headboard.

she moans into you. the vibration makes your thighs clamp around her head. she pushes your legs open, her tongue flattens, drags up, starts tight and fast circles around your clit.

two fingers slide in easy—you’re so wet they sink to the knuckle— and curl hard.

your second orgasm builds closer and tighter. she knows every inch of you, spent months learning exactly how to break you apart.

she adds a third finger, stretches you open, thrusts in time with her tongue. her other thumb presses just above your rim, not inside, just pressure, and it snaps you.

you come hard, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking, a broken moan tearing out of you.

she doesn’t stop. just softens her tongue, laps you through every pulse till you’re twitching, then pulls her fingers out slow and licks them clean while watching your face fall apart.

you’re floating. boneless.

she crawls back up, kisses you soft and deep so you taste yourself again.

“turn over,” she whispers.

you roll onto your stomach without thinking. she lifts your hips till you’re on your knees, chest pressed to the mattress, ass up. you feel filthy and perfect.

nightstand drawer opens. clink of the harness. your cunt clenches around nothing.

billie presses against your back, chest to spine, and you feel cool silicone nudge your thigh.

midnight blue, thick, curved just right. she’s already wearing it.

“color?” she asks low in your ear.

“green,” you breathe.

“so fucking green.”

she kisses the back of your neck, sits back. spreads you again, drags the head through your folds, coating it.

teases you—up and down, tapping your clit till you’re pushing back with a whine.

then she sinks in.

slow. so slow you feel every inch splitting you open.

breath catches. she’s thick and you’re swollen from coming twice and it burns perfect. when her hips meet your ass you both groan.

she gives you a second, hands stroking your back, your sides, your thighs. then she pulls out just as slow and thrusts back in.

again and again. deep and relentless.

the room fills with wet sounds, your broken moans, her ragged breathing.

she leans over you, one hand sliding under to cup your breast, the other finding your clit.

you’re not gonna last.

she knows.

“come whenever you want, baby,” she pants against your shoulder. “i’ve got you.”

she speeds up, hips snapping, fingers circling tight and perfect.

every thrust drags the head across your g-spot and your eyes waters.

you come again, clenching so hard around the silicone she has to fight to keep moving. she fucks you through it till you’re sobbing into the pillow.

she doesn’t stop.

just slows, lets you breathe, then starts again. long deep strokes that make your arms give out. you collapse to your elbows, ass still high.

she follows you down, blanketing your back.

mouth at your ear. “one more,” she whispers.

“want you to come on my cock while i’m inside you.” you didn’t think you had another one. you were wrong.

you hear the soft buzz. she presses your vibe to your clit without warning.

the sudden vibration makes you scream into the mattress.

she fucks you steady and hard, vibe merciless, her own breath hitching as the base grinds against her clit with every thrust.

you feel her start to shake first —thighs trembling, rhythm stuttering. she buries her face in your neck, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle her moan as she comes from the strap friction as it was pressing against her own clit, hips jerking.

knowing she’s coming while the strap was buried inside you sends you over again.

fourth orgasm rips through you, turns you inside out.

you squirt, hot and sudden, soaking her thighs, the sheets, everything.

she curses reverent against your skin.

she rides it out with you, both shaking, until the vibe is too much and you reach back blind to kill it.

silence except panting.

slowly she pulls out.

you collapse fully, roll to your side. she unclips the harness, lets it thud to the floor, crawls in behind you and pulls you close.

both of you sweaty, sticky and ruined. she kisses your shoulder. she moves your hair to the side, kissing your neck, the shell of your ear.

“hey,” she whispers.

you manage a weak “hmm?”

“you’re never streaming again without me under that desk.”

you laugh, hoarse and breathless, twist around and kiss her slow.

“deal.”

“bad behaviour” g!p dom!billie x sub!sabrina 18+ imagine

contains: dirty talk, graphic smut, overstimulation MDNI

the lights burned hot against billie’s skin as she stalked across the stage, every beat of the bass vibrating up through her boots and into her bones. sweat soaked the collar of her oversized black shirt, the fabric sticking to her chest, her cargo pants doing nothing to hide the growing bulge between her legs. the crowd screamed her name, hands reaching, phones flashing, but none of it registered anymore. all she could hear was sabrina’s voice curling through her right in-ear, low and filthy, meant only for her.

“god, look at you. so fucking hard already. i can see it from here, baby. that thick cock straining against your pants while you pretend to be all cool for them.”

billie bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste copper. she rolled her hips into the next verse, turning the movement into something slower, dirtier, knowing sabrina was watching every second. her dick throbbed, trapped tight in her briefs, the head already leaking against the cotton.

“bet you’re dripping for me. bet if i reached down right now i’d find you soaked through those pretty little panties. you gonna come untouched just from watching me perform? from knowing i’m gonna wreck you the second we leave?”

billie’s next breath came ragged. she dragged her tongue over her bottom lip, tasting salt and want. she turned her head just enough toward stage left, where sabrina stood half-hidden in the shadows, lips curved in that knowing smirk. billie mouthed one word.

soon.

sabrina’s laugh was soft static in her ear. “can’t wait that long. i’m touching myself right now. two fingers inside, wishing it was you. gonna come thinking about how deep you’ll be later.”

the final chorus hit like a punch. billie threw her head back, voice cracking raw on the last note. lights slammed to black. the arena erupted.

she didn’t wait for bows or goodbyes. she ripped the in-ears out, tossed them to a tech, and cut straight through the curtain. sabrina was already moving, heels clicking fast down the hallway. they collided behind a stack of road cases, mouths crashing together, all teeth and desperation. billie tasted cherry lip gloss and the sharp bite of adrenaline. her hands shoved under sabrina’s skirt, finding lace drenched through.

“car,” billie growled. “now.”

they stumbled into the blacked-out suv. the driver pulled away without a word. in the backseat billie yanked sabrina’s top down, tits spilling free. she sucked one nipple into her mouth hard, teeth scraping, tongue flicking until sabrina arched and moaned loud enough the windows fogged.

“you have no fucking idea what you did to me,” billie muttered, biting the soft underside of sabrina’s breast. “talking all that shit in my ear. i’m so hard it hurts.”

sabrina’s fingers twisted in billie’s hair. “good. i want it to hurt until you’re balls deep inside me.”

they barely made it through the front door.

sabrina didn’t even get her heels off. billie spun her, shoved her over the arm of the couch, skirt rucked up to her waist. black lace panties were pulled aside, exposing sabrina’s cunt, already swollen and glistening. billie spat on her hole, watched it slide down the slick folds, then lined up.

one brutal thrust and she was buried to the hilt.

sabrina cried out, sharp and high, nails clawing leather. billie groaned at the tight heat clamping around her, walls fluttering like they were trying to suck her deeper. she didn’t give sabrina time to adjust. she pulled out slow, watching her cock shine with arousal, then slammed back in. sabrina tried to pull away from the sensation but billie pinned her. “where you running to?” sabrina’s eyes rolls back as the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the dark living room.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” billie panted, hands bruising sabrina’s hips as she yanked her back onto every stroke. “dripping all down my balls. you been this soaked since the first song?”

“yes, god yes,” sabrina sobbed. her thighs trembled, slick running in rivulets. “harder. please.”

billie gave it to her. she folded over sabrina’s back, chest pressed tight, one hand sliding up to collar her throat. the new angle let her grind deeper, cockhead dragging against that spot that made sabrina’s whole body jerk. she pounded relentlessly, balls slapping wet against sabrina’s clit.

sabrina came first, cunt spasming, gushing around billie’s shaft. billie fucked her through it, drawing out every shudder until sabrina was whimpering, oversensitive. only then did billie let go, hips stuttering as she buried herself deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum inside sabrina’s pulsing cunt.

they stayed locked together, breathing hard. cum leaked out around billie’s softening cock, dripping onto the couch. sabrina whined when billie finally pulled out, hole clenching around nothing.

“not done,” billie said, voice rough.

round two

she flipped sabrina onto her back, legs spread wide over the couch arm. sabrina’s pussy was puffy, red, glistening with their mess. billie slapped her cock against the swollen clit once, twice, making sabrina jolt and moan.

“ride me.”

billie dropped onto the cushions, legs spread, dick standing rigid again, slick with cum and arousal. sabrina climbed on without hesitation. she reached down, lined billie up, and sank down slow, taking every inch until their hips met.

they both groaned. sabrina’s head tipped back, tits bouncing as she started to move. billie watched, mesmerized, hands gripping sabrina’s ass, spreading her so she could see her cock disappear inside again and again.

“fuck yourself on it,” billie ordered. “show me how bad you want my cum again.”

sabrina did. she rolled her hips in filthy circles, then lifted until only the head stretched her open before dropping back down. the squelch was loud, obscene. billie could feel every ridge of sabrina’s walls gripping her, milking her.

she leaned up, sucking a nipple into her mouth, biting until sabrina cried out. her hands roamed, squeezing sabrina’s tits, pinching the nipples raw and red. sabrina sped up, bouncing harder, ass slapping billie’s thighs. sweat slicked their skin, making every glide hotter, wetter.

“where do you want it this time?” billie rasped.

“inside,” sabrina gasped. “fill me up again.”

billie gripped sabrina’s hips, planted her feet, and fucked up into her hard. once, twice—then she was coming, cock pulsing, flooding sabrina’s cunt with another thick load. sabrina ground down, chasing her own release, and shattered seconds later, walls fluttering, squeezing billie dry.

they collapsed together, panting, trembling. sabrina’s thighs shook. cum leaked out in slow, sticky trails.

billie kissed her slow, dirty, tasting sweat and need. “one more,” she whispered against sabrina’s lips. “i’m gonna make you squirt for me.”

round three

they made it to the bedroom this time, barely. billie pushed sabrina onto the mattress face-down, ass up, knees spread wide. sabrina’s cunt was a mess—swollen, dripping cum, clit throbbing. billie knelt behind her, fisted her cock, and rubbed the head through the slick folds, teasing the entrance.

“you ready to give it to me?” billie murmured, voice low. “i’m gonna fuck you till you soak the sheets.”

sabrina pushed back, whining. “please. need it. i need you so bad.”

billie thrust in hard, bottoming out in one stroke. sabrina keened, back arching. billie set a punishing rhythm from the start—deep, fast, relentless. her hands gripped sabrina’s hips, yanking her back onto every brutal snap of her hips. the room filled with wet slaps, the obscene squelch of cum being fucked deeper inside.

billie reached around, fingers finding sabrina’s clit, rubbing fast, firm circles. sabrina’s moans turned desperate, broken. her thighs started shaking harder, whole body tensing.

“that’s it,” billie growled against her ear. “let go. squirt for me, baby. make a fucking mess on my cock.”

she curled her fingers tighter, rubbing faster, never letting up on the deep thrusts. sabrina’s cunt clamped down, fluttering wildly. billie felt the pressure build, felt sabrina’s whole body lock up.

then it happened.

sabrina screamed, raw and wrecked. a hot gush of liquid sprayed out around billie’s cock, soaking her thighs, the sheets, dripping down sabrina’s legs in clear, messy streams. billie didn’t stop—kept fucking through it, cock sliding easier in the flood, drawing out every tremor, every pulse. sabrina shook violently, sobbing with pleasure, another smaller squirt pulsing out each time billie bottomed out.

“fuck! yes! look at you,” billie groaned. “soaking everything. such a good girl.”

she couldn’t hold back anymore. the sight, the sound, the feel of sabrina coming apart pushed her over. billie slammed in deep one last time and came hard, cock throbbing, pumping what felt like the last of her cum into sabrina’s spasming, drenched cunt.

they collapsed together, a sweaty, trembling heap. sabrina’s thighs glistened, sheets ruined, air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. billie stayed inside her, softening slowly, feeling the occasional aftershock flutter around her.

sabrina turned her head, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

“you okay?” billie asked, voice hoarse, pressing a soft kiss to sabrina’s shoulder.

sabrina laughed, breathless. “i’m fucking ruined. in the best way.”

billie grinned, nuzzling into her neck.

“good. because i’m not done with you yet.”

“FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS” g!p dom!billie x sub!odessa

synopsis: billie and odessa’s toxic fwb blows up in a screaming, memory-laced fight. next afternoon, one brush of fingers in the kitchen sparks apologies and a desperate kiss which leads to billie bending odessa over the counter to rail her senselessly.

contains: g!p billie (dom), odessa (sub), toxic arguing, detailed past hookups, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation/praise, rough handling

the argument had been stupid from the start. some dumb shit about who said what at that party last week, who looked at who too long, who posted that story first. billie’s voice had cracked the air like a whip, odessa’s tears had come fast and hot. until billie couldn’t take it anymore.

“odessa, i’m fucking done pretending. you had your tongue deep in down my throat in the bathroom of the club two nights ago, remember? mirror fogged up, my fingers buried in your pussy while you begged me to make you cum in front of everyone. then yesterday you let me fuck you against the hallway wall the second we got home. your legs around my waist, nails ripping my back, screaming my name so loud the neighbors could’ve probably heard. and now you stand here telling me we’re ‘just friends’?”

odessa’s arms were locked so tight across her chest her knuckles went white.

tears already streaking her cheeks, mascara ruined.

“we are friends, billie. friends who fuck sometimes. that’s it.”

“friends who fuck sometimes?! are you fucking illiterate?” billie asked, laughing very cold and ugly.

“you’re meaning to tell me that riding my face at 4am last week, soaking my chin, pulling my hair so hard you cumming three times alone just from my dick and then you fell asleep with while still being inside of you. you’re meaning tell me ‘we are friends’?”

“stop it,” odessa hissed, voice shaking.

“or what? what you gonna do? you don’t remember about the party?” billie stepped closer, crowding her space.

“you don’t remember you in that tiny red dress, grinding on my lap in front of all your little model friends. what about the, ‘billie, i’m so wet for you’ while your boyfriend was twenty feet away getting drinks. you don’t remember that?”

“i said stop!” odessa shouted, shoving billie’s chest.

“you’re a fucking asshole!”

billie didn’t budge.

“yeah? keep going. call me names. you literally called me daddy while i had you bent over the bathroom sink last night, odessa. remember that part? remember how you cried when i pulled out and made you beg for it back?”

“fuck you!” odessa screamed, tears flying. “you’re a selfish, manipulative, ass bitch!”

billie grabbed her wrists hard. she yanked her forward.

“damn right i’m selfish. because i’m the one who fucks you raw every night. i’m the one whose name you moan when you touch yourself. not him.”

odessa tried to pull away, but billie shoved her back against the wall, pinning her there. their breaths mixed, hot and angry.

“i have a boyfriend, billie,” odessa spat, but her voice cracked.

billie’s grip tightened. “say his name when i’m eight inches deep in you. go ahead. try.”

odessa’s knees buckled. a broken whimper slipped out.

“exactly,” billie gritted. “you’re a fucking liar. a coward. and i’m tired of being your side bitch.”

silence. heavy, suffocating.

odessa ripped free and ran, slamming the guest bedroom door so hard the frame rattled.

billie stood there, fists clenched, pulse pounding in her ears.

the air still smelled like odessa’s perfume, vanilla and something sweeter. she could still taste her on her tongue from last night.

she followed.

she pushed the door open.

odessa was face-down on the bed, body shaking with sobs that sounded like they hurt.

“odessa,” billie said, quieter.

“get out, you fucking psychotic bitch,” odessa screamed into the pillow.

billie sat on the edge, mattress dipping. “it’s not that serious, baby.”

odessa shot up, hair curly and wild, her blue eyes red.

“not serious? you just tore me apart in there! called me a liar, a coward. you even pushed me against the wall like i’m some toy you own!”

“yes i did, because you are mine,” billie snapped, grabbing odessa’s chin and forcing her to look.

“you just won’t admit it. you like it, just admit it.”

odessa slapped her hand away. “i hate you.”

“no you don’t.” billie yanked her closer by the front of her shirt, fabric stretching. “you hate that you want me more than him.”

“fuck you,” odessa whispered, but her thighs were already pressing together.

billie shoved her back onto the bed, climbing over her.

“i did, multiple times.” billie winked.

“i fucking hate you,” odessa breathed, but her hands were fisting billie’s shirt, pulling.

billie kissed her. hard, teeth clacking.

odessa moaned into it despite herself, legs spreading on instinct.

billie pulls away, shaking her head and smirking.

“keep telling yourself we’re friends then.” she said before walking out.

next day. 1pm. the kitchen smelt thick with the aroma of fresh coffee grounds. odessa's hand reached for the tin of coffee, fingers brushing against billie's as they both moved at the same time. a jolt of static electricity crackled between them, making odessa flinch back.

"sorry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

billie didn't let her escape. she grabbed odessa's wrist, her grip firm and possessive, and tugged her into the shadowy corner by the fridge where the afternoon light barely reached.

"no, i'm sorry," billie rasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. "for real. i was cruel. i said shit i didn't mean. i just… fuck, odessa, i'm love you and it's killing me watching you pretend you're not in love with me too."

odessa's breath hitched, her eyes searching billie's face—red-rimmed, exhausted, but beautiful in a way that made her heart ache. "billie..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"i regret every word," billie whispered, her thumb brushing odessa's wrist pulse, feeling the rapid beat beneath her touch. "i just want you. all of you. no more playing games."

odessa stared at her for a moment, her eyes, searching for something.

then she lunged forward, kissing her with a desperation that bordered on madness.

teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and desperate little noises escaped from deep within them.

billie groaned, the sound vibrating in her throat.

her hands sliding down to grip odessa's ass hard, lifting her clean off the floor and onto the cold granite counter.

the chill bit into odessa's thighs, but she didn't care.

she wrapped her legs around billie's waist, pulling her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her.

"i'm sorry too," odessa gasped between kisses, her voice breathless.

"i don't want him. never wanted him at all. i just want you. just you."

billie's cock was already straining against her sweats, thick and hot against odessa's core.

she ground forward slowly, deliberately, making odessa whimper, her nails digging into billie's neck.

"i’m gonna fuck you right here," billie growled against her mouth. "i’m gonna make you feel me for days."

"yes, fuck, yes~" odessa begged, her voice a desperate plea.

billie ripped odessa's tank top up and off, her mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

odessa arched, crying out, the sound echoing off the tile, mingling with the scent of their arousal.

billie's hand shoved between them, yanking odessa's shorts and panties aside.

two fingers slid through slick folds—dripping, swollen, ready.

"jesus fuck," billie hissed, her fingers coated in odessa's desire.

"you're so soaked. this all for me?"

"always," odessa whimpered, rocking against her hand. "al-always for you~!"

billie curled her fingers, hitting her g-spot making odessa see stars. her thumb found odessa's clit, rubbing in soft circles. odessa's thighs shook around her hips, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"billie~ i’m gonna~" odessa moaned, her words cutting off as she neared the edge.

"not yet." billie pulled her fingers out, bringing them to odessa's mouth. "taste yourself."

odessa sucked them clean, her tongue swirling, her eyes locked on billie's.

billie groaned, her cock twitching painfully, begging for release.

she shoved her sweats down just enough, her thick length springing free, flushed red, precum beading at the tip. odessa reached for it, but billie slapped her hand away.

"no. turn around. hands on the counter."

odessa obeyed as she bends over, her ass up, legs widely spread open.

billie kicked her feet wider, her eyes roaming over odessa's exposed flesh.

"look at this pretty pink pussy," billie murmured, dragging the head of her cock through odessa's folds, coating herself in her wetness.

"glistening for me. fucking begging."

odessa pushed back, desperate for more. "billie please put it in~"

billie thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, filling odessa completely.

odessa’s eyes rolled back, her knuckles white on the counter edge.

the stretch burning so good, billie so deep she could feel her in her throat, almost.

billie didn't wait.

she pulled out and slammed back in, setting a punishing rhythm.

their skin slapped against skin, wet and filthy.

"who owns this pussy?" billie snarled, her hand fisting odessa's hair, yanking her head back.

"you!" odessa choked, tears of overstimulation already leaking from her eyes. "just you, daddy!"

billie reached around, her fingers finding odessa's clit again, rubbing fast and meaner.

"gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut?"

"yes~yes~!" odessa's voice was a broken plea.

"louder."

"YES~!" odessa screamed, her pussy clamping down so hard billie almost came on the spot.

squirt gushed out around billie's cock, splashing the cabinets, dripping down their thighs.

billie growled, fucking her through it, then pulled out just long enough to spin odessa around, lift her back onto the counter. she shoved back in face-to-face. "wanna watch you fall apart," billie panted, her hips snapping. "wanna see those pretty eyes when i fuck you, hard"

odessa's legs locked around her, heels digging into billie's ass, pulling her deeper. "do it. fill me up, i want everyone to smell you on me—"

billie's thrusts turned erratic.

she buried her face in odessa's neck, biting down hard as she came,. odessa held onto her head, pushing billie into the crook of her neck, as she was pulsing hot and thick semen inside her.

odessa milked every drop, clenching rhythmically, another orgasm ripping through her from the feel of it.

they stayed locked together, trembling, sweat cooling on their skin, hearts hammering against each other.

billie kissed her slow, soft, tasting salt and coffee and them.

"no more boyfriend," she whispered.

odessa smiled against her lips, fingers threading through billie's hair. "no more boyfriend. just you."

“BRAT” - G!P 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢

synopsis: billie and sabrina had just finished their show and were about to head home when they were greeted by their bratty girlfriend, nova. nova had teased them before their show, driving them to come home to punish her.

contains : g!p sabrina carpenter and billie eilish (as requested), heavy smut, rough sex, fingering, edging, oral sex, blowjob, use of restraints i.e handcuffs. 18+ MDNI

6pm

the hotel room was quiet except for the soft sounds of the air conditioning.

the occasional rustle of sheets as nova shifted in bed, scrolling lazily through tiktok.

the dim glow of her phone screen cast flickering shadows across her face.

her legs tangled in the thin blanket, her body still humming with the restless energy of being left alone for too long.

billie and sabrina had been gone for weeks. billie was in chicago whilst sabrina was in tokyo.

the texts had been sparse, just enough to let nova know they were alive.

but that was never enough to satisfy the ache between her thighs.

she’d been teasing them, of course.

sending little videos of her fingers dipping into her cunt, her lips wrapped around a dildo, knowing it would drive them insane.

and then, just to really fuck with them, she’d let slip to a mutual friend that she’d been getting a little too close to someone else.

just to see what they’d do.

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3am

what she hadn’t expected was for the hotel room door to swing open without warning.

the heavy thud of luggage hitting the floor making her heart drop into her stomach.

her phone slipped from her fingers as she looked up.

her breath catching in her throat at the sight of them.

billie, all sharp angles and simmering rage.

her icy blue eyes cutting through nova like a blade.

then there was sabrina. she was leaning against the doorframe with a teasing smile.

her skirt ride up, just enough to show the outline of her print straining against the fabric.

they weren’t supposed to be here.

they weren’t supposed to be back for another four days.

“so,” billie said. her voice low and dangerous as she kicked the door shut behind her.

“a little birdie told us something interesting.”

nova swallowed, forcing her face into something resembling innocence. “hm?”

sabrina rolled her eyes, pushing off the wall and strolling toward the bed with deliberate slowness.

“stop fucking with us. you know exactly what we’re talking about.”

her fingers trailed over the edge of the mattress. her nails scraping lightly against the sheets as she leaned in.

her breath was cool against nova’s ear.

“you really thought we wouldn’t find out?”

nova shrugged, her pulse racing.

“you two needed a break from those concerts.”

billie scoffed. “so that is your excuse for sending that video to the both of us?”

her hand pressed against the side of nova’s neck

the words hung in the air for a split second before billie moved.

nova said nothing.

her hands gripping nova’s thighs, yanking her to the edge of the bed.

nova gasped as her shorts were tugged down in one rough motion, her panties following.

the cool air hitting her bare cunt making her shiver.

billie’s fingers dug into her skin. her touch possessive, her gaze burning with something dark and dangerous.

she stripped off her own clothes with quick, impatient movements, leaving her in just a sports bra and black boxer briefs, the outline of her cock already straining against the fabric.

“woah there, billie,” sabrina drawled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness as she perched on the edge of the bed.

her skirt riding up higher. “you just gonna reward her? i think teasing and edging will do. stupid slut thinks she can get everything she wants.”

billie froze for a second, her jaw tightening, but then she nodded, her grip on nova’s thighs tightening.

“hand me the handcuffs you were talking about, brina.”

sabrina smirked, reaching into her fluffy pastel pink bag and pulling out a pair of pink handcuffs.

the same ones she tossed into the crowd at her show.

she tossed them to billie, who caught them effortlessly.

her other hand sliding up to wrap around nova’s throat.

not tight enough to cut off her air but enough to make her pulse jump.

“so you wanna whore yourself around while me and sabrina are busy?” billie growled.

her thumb pressing into the emptiness of nova’s throat.

“fine. we’ll give it to you. it’s definitely not gonna be how you want it though.” billie smirked.

it wasn’t a good smirk, but a smirk to ensure that she wasn’t joking around.

nova’s breath hitched as the cuffs clicked around her wrists.

the cold metal biting into her skin as billie yanked her arms above her head, securing them to the headboard.

sabrina watched from the foot of the bed.

her fingers idly tracing the outline of her cock through her skirt.

her eyes dark with amusement. “billie,” she murmured, “let’s—not choke her.”

billie knew that sabrina was a gentle person.

so billie ignored her.

her free hand sliding down nova’s body, her fingers dipping between her thighs without warning.

nova gasped as two fingers pushed into her, the stretch burning just enough to make her squirm.

“fuck,” she whimpered.

her hips jerking up, but billie just chuckled.

her fingers curling inside her, pressing against that spot that made her vision blur.

“look at you, all fucking wet,” billie muttered, her voice rough.

“you been thinking about us, hm? touching yourself while we were gone?”

“yes— please, yes!” nova nodded frantically.

her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as billie’s fingers fucked her.

the sound wet, cascaded in the quiet room.

sabrina finally moved.

she crawled up the bed, nova’s thighs.

her skirt raked up around her waist, her cock fully visible now, pressed up against nova’s abdomen.

the tip glistening with wet precum.

“you know… i was supposed to be in tokyo,” she whined.

her lower lip jutting out in a mock pout as she reached to the side of nova.

it was a vibrator, a small wand from her draw.

“and billie was supposed to be in chicago.”

nova’s eyes widened as sabrina flicked the wand on.

it presented a low-faint buzz, filling the room.

“you two needed a break,” she managed, nova’s voice all shaky now.

she was now nervous but deep inside it was what she wanted.

sabrina just smirked.

pressing the wand against nova’s clit without warning.

nova’s back arched off the bed. a broken moan tearing from her throat as the vibrations shot through her.

the feeling was so intense it bordered on pain.

“oh, we’re taking a break now,” sabrina purred.

her free hand pressing down on her own cock, lazily grinding as she watched nova writhe.

“but you? you’re not coming until we say so.”

billie’s fingers were relentless. fucking her deep and rough. her thumb pressing her g-spot.

nova could feel the orgasm building, and they both noticed.

sabrina and billie stopped all motion just to leave nova on edge.

“please,” nova begged. her voice cracking. “please, i need—”

“need what?” billie taunted, her fingers stilling inside her.

“you think you deserve to come after what you did?”

nova whimpered, in defeat.

her thighs trembling, her cunt clenching around nothing.

sabrina leaned down, her lips brushing against nova’s ear.

“maybe if you beg prettier,” she whispered, her breath leaving shivers down nova’s spine.

“maybe if you suck billie’s cock like a good little slut.”

before nova could respond, billie was climbing onto the bed.

nova sat up now, watching as sabrina unstraddled her.

billie was on her knees, her cock free now from the tight boxer briefs.

it was thick and heavy. her pink tip now flushing red.

she grabbed nova’s hair, yanking her head up.

“open,” she ordered. nova obeyed.

her mouth falling open just in time for billie to shove her tip inside. nova swirled her tongue.

nova now fully opened her mouth, allowing billie to have full access to her mouth.

billie wasted no time. she thrusted deep inside, now fucking her throat with rough, erratic thrusts.

nova gagged in response. her eyes watering, as her nose pressed against billie’s lower abdomen as she took her deep.

the taste of salt, from the precum, and skin flooding her mouth.

sabrina watched, attentively.

her fingers still working her own cock, her breath coming faster now.

“look at her,” she murmured, her voice husky.

“taking it like she was made for it. good little slut.”

billie pulled out just long enough for nova to gasp for air.

billie shoves herself back in, her hips snapping forward.

her cock hitting the back of nova’s throat over and over.

nova’s wrists strained against the cuffs from the headboard.

her body trembling as her cunt dripped.

the ache between her thighs unbearably painful.

sabrina finally took pity on her, or maybe she just couldn’t wait any longer as she climbed forward.

“my turn,” she demanded, looking into nova’s eyes.

billie pulled out, giving sabrina the opportunity to feel her mouth.

her lips wrapping around sabrina’s cock.

the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of wet, choked moans.

all you could hear was sabrina’s breathy little whimpers as nova’s tongue swirled around her cock head.

billie’s grip on her hair was punishing, guiding sabrina deeper.

“go on, use her throat.”

sabrina’s breath became in ragged with gasps.

“i feel like fucking your pretty face until you cry,” sabrina moaned, her voice thick with need.

sabrina’s fingers tangled in nova’s hair, her hips jerking forward.

she fucked her mouth, in so quickly, sliding out slowly, her thighs trembling.

“fuck, nova,” she moaned.

her voice breaking. “you feel so good.”

nova could barely breathe, her vision spotting at the edges.

her throat strung tight with pleasure.

but she didn’t stop. no, she really couldn’t stop.

not when they were using her like this.

not when every thrust, every touch, every whispered word sent fire racing through her veins.

sabrina finally pulled out.

her cock glistening with saliva that ran down to her thighs.

her chest heaving.

“lay down.” billie ordered, undoing the cuffs and yanking nova down.

nova barely had time to register the command before she was being flipped onto her hands and knees.

billie’s cock pressing against her pussy lips. “you ready?” billie murmured, her voice dark.

nova nodded, her breath catching as billie pushed in.

the stretch burning, the fullness overwhelming.

sabrina moved in front of her. her cock brushing against nova’s lips.

“suck it,” she ordered.

and nova obeyed, she had no other choice, her mouth opening just as billie started to fuck her.

her thrusts hard and deep, her hips slamming into nova’s ass with enough force to make the bed shake.

sabrina’s fingers tightened in nova’s hair.

her cock fucking her mouth in time with billie’s thrusts.

the duality sensation making nova’s entire body ache.

the pink wand was back. billie pressed against her clit, the vibrations on a low setting sending a sensational pleasure through her.

she could feel the orgasm start to slowly build up, feeling a coiling, tight feeling in her stomach.

however, she couldn’t orgasm, not until they let her,

not until they decided she’d suffered enough.

“you close?” billie grunted, her voice strained.

nova could form words.

she only whimpered around sabrina’s cock, her body shaking. her cunt fluttering around billie’s length.

sabrina voice breathlessly spoke. “let her come.”

“no, she doesn’t get to come yet.”

but after one final thrust, nova lets out a loud scream, her orgasm bursting in like a pipe leak. her body convulsing, vigorously.

her cunt clamping down on billie’s cock as pleasure wiped through her.

billie groaned, her hips stuttering as she came deep inside her.

her fingers digging into nova’s hips.

sabrina wasn’t far behind, her cock pulsing in nova’s mouth as she came with a broken moan, her release flooding nova’s mouth.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.

then billie pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside nova, her chest rising and falling rapidly. sabrina smirked, wiping her cock on nova’s cheek before flopping down next to her. “do you still think we needed a break?”

she murmured, her voice smug.

nova could only groan, but then she managed to say some.

“not anymore, no.” her body boneless, her mind hazy with pleasure.

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