#sorry it's a long post x)

[skyartworkzzz]

Like The Other Ones

HI YES IM FINALLY DONE HOLY SHIT

OKAY SO this was based off on my own gameplay of COTL, I noticed that everytime Id put food orders in, Narinder would usually be the one to prepare them And honestly? We love a malewife in this house so I dig that for him, ma guy is a skilled cook <3

As I wrote down the dialogue, it just got deeper than I expected SO HERE YALL GO WITH A FULL ASS COMIC ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, ENJOY!!!!

This shit took me weeks Ill go recharge my soul now brb-

EDIT: I DECIDED TO PUT A UNDERCUT Tab so yall dont have to scroll too much in order to read and see other posts ure welcome 🤼‍♀️ <3

[dclovesdanny]

Dead Serious

4/4

Danny had made peace with the fact he did not have a soulmate. He had! After several years of no response to the countless drawings and writing notes on his skin, he had grown resigned to the fact that he was part of the 5% who did not have soulmates. He was fine with that.

(Dash would tease him about how no one would ever love him, adding salt to an already irritated wound. His parents were soulmates, and he remembered when he was drawing on his father’s arms and watching as it appeared on his mother’s. Jazz had been drawing and writing to her soulmate for years. Her soulmates name was Jason, and she always talked about how he was with her. She was one of the few people who comforted him when he stopped drawing or writing to soulmate. )

Damien taught at an early age that there was no use for soulmates. They were only distractions. He knew grandfather had no soulmate, and his mother had never responded to her own. He never responded to the drawings on his arms notes the notes in English on his (and he didn’t try harder just because he wanted to read his soulmate writing that would be ridiculous.)

Damien never told his family about having a soulmate. Even as he slowly got used to the differences between them and slowly learned how his grandfather was he could never bring himself to respond to the slowly lessening drawings and messages.(He couldn’t bring himself to respond because deep down he knew he didn’t deserve a soulmate. He was a monster, a demon. He didn’t deserve it.)

Danny stopped trying so desperately to contact his soulmate at age 11(the age he held his sister as she cried, her soulmate’s last message scribbled in desperate frantic writing on her arm. He never resented his parents so much when they didn’t even leave the lab for two days, not paying any mind to their sobbing child on the floor above them.)(it was the first time he didn’t envy having a soulmate.)

He was fourteen when he started drawing on his arms again.(it was shaky, much more than the older drawings, but even if he didn’t have a soulmate, he wanted to leave them a mark, just in case, the same way Jazz wrote quotes from different books on her arms.)

(When he found out Vlad didn’t have a soulmate, he refused to acknowledge another similarity they shared. He refused to think about how Vlad’s desperation made Danny think of his own desperate writing for his soulmate. Soulmates were a topic he never spoke of, and Vlad must have known, must have found out about how Danny didn’t have one, but he never commented on it. (It was the only boundary that was never crossed.))

(Damian wasn’t disappointed when his soulmate stopped writing to him. he didn’t trace over his arms, wishing that he had the confidence to write back. He didn’t spend hours wondering if his soulmate was gone without knowing Damian had seen him. He didn’t trace over the drawings his soulmate made with awe after four years of silence.)

Damian always covered up, so he was the only one who noticed when his soulmate started writing to him again. Never sentences never notes like they were before, but shaky drawings appeared on his skin. They were less detailed than before, almost shaky, as if the person drawing them couldn’t hold a pencil, steady, but they were real. Damian never said a word.

It was October 15 when Damien saw something on his arms that made his blood go cold. A message that he read over and over while commandeering the plane and ignoring the rest of his family yelling for him to explain himself. He desperately calibrated the jet while staring at the words, praying to a God he did not believe in that he would not be too late.(Unaware that Todd was following going in the same direction with the similar message written on his arm from a girl that Jason had deemed too good for him.)

Dear soulmate, even if you aren’t there. Everyone in Casper high is writing on their arms and I might as well try to warn someone. I am from Amity Park, Illinois, and we are under attack. The GIW have cut all outside communication. We are currently hiding in Casper high school, barricading the entrances, but it will not last long.

According to the government, we are not legally sentient or human. The agents outside want to dissect us, citing that we are scum. I don’t want to see my classmates die at the hands of my parents. I don’t want to see my friends and my sister die.

I don’t know if you are there, or if I really don’t have a soulmate, but I don’t want to die (fully) without leaving some sort of note.

My name is Danny. I love you. I’m sorry.

[imposterogers]

the crazy thing is u can legitimately see wade wilson, the merc w a mouth, willingly choose to be gentle with logan — specifically after the fight/fuck in the car. because at first wolverine was just a thing to use. he was one of hundreds of thousands of logans in the multiverse, and he existed to save wade’s timeline. but logan saw right thru wade within hours of knowing him (and was able to hurt him). and in turn wade saw logan……they are very alike in a lot of ways. wade uses humor and logan his anger but they both have deep trauma (years of being seen as only killers, being turned into a “monster” by the government, suicidal tendencies), they both have self esteem and insecurities, they both feel like they don’t deserve to be loved or to be happy, they both struggle to trust. logan was called the worst wolverine and when wade realized why and how close it hit home w his own issues, it became oh. that’s not just a wolverine, that’s my wolverine. he’s wounded and he wants to die and he never wants another person to get close to his heart because god it hurts but at the same time he wants to live & love. and wade chose to be the one to bring him home & help him do so

[cfserkgk]

Modern AU Jinshi and Maomao sketches in black and white.

I think Jinshi strikes me as a big turtle neck person, (kind of like those east asian male celebrities, maybe a bit like a kpop star?)

[minaiguess]

stranger things anyone?

[bambi-slxt]

chris x clingy!reader

✨a long concept✨

chips to @sturnsdoll for the idea, thank you love

chris had never been in a relationship with someone who was touchier than he was.

"i just did my hair!"

"but it was so soft."

"that doesn't mean you can shove your hands in it," he huffed.

and honestly at first it was a lot for him. but when you weren't around...

"hey baby...."

"yeah?"

"i miss you. will you come do my hair?"

"are you gonna complain?"

he sighed with relief. "no ma'am."

watching movies in the living room was always a sight.

"how the fuck are you comfortable like that?"

chris, laying flat-backed on the couch, opened his mouth and you, laying on his chest, popped out from his blanket and dropping a pretzel onto his tongue.

"fuck off, nick," he crunched, wrapping his leg around your back and shifting to the side.

"i can't see!"

"too bad. you're mine now. all you get is my chest."

"mmm...your cologne smells good."

he tucked his chin down towards your cocoon made partly of blanket and partly of him, and murmured, "does it?"

"yes."

he kissed the top of your head. "good, cause i'm gonna smother you in it!" he tightened his grip on your body and pressed you into his torso with a playful growl.

you liked being around chris, and chris liked being around you, but the issue arose when you both had to go out of the house.

"libraries are boring."

"they are not. take it back."

"tHeY aRe NoT, tAkE iT bAcK," he parroted, touching the spines of books as he passed them. "hold up, is that a fucking comic book?"

with a new issue of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in hand, chris followed at your heels down the aisles.

his arms wrapped around your front with your hands placed gently over his, tracing his knuckles absentmindedly as you scanned the shelves.

the first time you and chris had sex, he wanted to take it very slow.

"sit on my lap, ma," he whispered, guiding the straps of your bra down your shoulders.

you giggled at the strangeness and seriousness of it all. turning back, you were pleased to find his eyes sparkling. "what's so funny, miss lady?"

you pressed your cheek to his. "nothing. i'm just happy."

"you feel safe?" he asked as he nosed at your jaw.

"very," you replied, curling your fingers in his hair.

"face the mirror. i want you to see what i see."

chris took you by the hips and turned you gently around. your back now to him, he lowered you over his rock-hard cock. "watch your pelvis in that mirror, mamas," he growled.

slowly, slowly, slowly, he let you slip down onto him. sure enough, as your jaw went slack and an unashamed moan flowed from your throat, you placed a hand over the soft skin above your pussy.

chris bottomed out and tucked his head over your shoulder, holding you tightly. "you feel me in there?"

"yes," you sighed, gripping onto his wrists for a semblance of control while your other hand traced the slight bulge of his cock underneath your skin, stuffing you full.

"good girl," he murmured, lipping your ear with the gentlest of nips. "you tell me if you wanna stop okay?"

he lifted his hips (and subsequently you) and a jolt of pleasure bolting through your stomach. "i don't think i will," you gasped as your hand shot down to your clit.

chris just chuckled and held you tighter.

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thanks for reading <3

-bambi

[anastacialy]

guys, i think the hermits are going to accidentally start a prank war again. because just like last time, a game of telephone has begun. first, false made iskall's build into ''false beans,'' her shop from the previous season. however, to give herself plausible deniability, she signs it with "love, Joel. x" due to his username, smallishbeans.

next, iskall sees this, and completely believes it. he thinks it was joel who pranked him, and as he says to pearl while showing off the sign, which he kept even after tearing the prank down, "joel gave me a kiss." in his most recent video, he pranks joel by sending him loads of anonymous messages in order to completely spam and fill his inbox, preventing him from getting any more mail, with notes such as "thinking about you. x"

of course, joel is going to have absolutely no context for this, because he didn't make the initial prank. so who is joel going to assume sent him all those messages while he was away on holiday? well, i have a guess.

etho.

[ropes3amthoughts]

This is such a mess but do you guys get my vision

[jimmysea]

Do you still think I feel pity for you?

LAST TWILIGHT SERIES (2023)

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

---

Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

---

Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

[rawrlands]

Fight in Black

[meowpupp]

Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup

pt1

owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle

tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet

prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?” 

It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.

He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail. 

he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door. 

“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions. 

within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition. 

he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep. 

youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him. 

kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch. 

price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”

price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”

its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you. 

price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck. 

but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out. 

its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-” 

hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing. 

price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you. 

his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”

the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.” 

he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3

[obamerzslop]

Polymer clay Kinger and Caine! They’re so cute :]

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

happy pride month beautiful people ‼️

[r3dcherri3s]

Playing stupid

pairing: g!p billie eilish x fem! reader

warnings: smut! blowjob, 18+ only! no minors! men go away

word count: 1.2K

Billie found herself engrossed in her room, watching random movies on her tv when a sudden knock disrupted her peace. Annoyance flickered across her face as she opened the door to find you standing there with a mischievous grin on your face.

"Am I disturbing you?" You chuckled as you gently pushed past Billie and took a seat on her bed. With a roll of her eyes, Billie stepped aside, clearly annoyed but also finding amusement in your boldness. She followed you into the room, leaning against the door frame. "Well, well. You seem quite brave, walking into my room without even asking."

You chuckle and make yourself at home on Billie's bed. "Apologies, your majesty," you say with a playful roll of your eyes. "I just wanted to see what you were up to.”

Billie lets out a soft laugh, folding her arms across her chest. "Is that so?” Billie paused. “More importantly, what were you hoping to achieve by barging in here, Y/N?"

Your gaze flickers momentarily over Billie's chest before meeting her eyes again, a coy smile playing on your lips. "What do you mean?" You avert your gaze, trying to maintain the facade. "I simply wanted to spend some time with you, that's all."

Billie's raised eyebrow spoke volumes, a silent challenge to your flimsy excuse. With deliberate steps, she entered the room, her presence dominating the space around you. "Cut the act, Y/N," she asserted, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Your response was a muttered protest, accompanied by an exaggerated huff of frustration aimed at Billie's relentless interrogation. "I honestly have no idea what you're going on about," you insisted, feigning innocence as you nonchalantly crossed one leg over the other, stealing a quick glance back at Billie.

A subtle grin played on Billie's lips, her eyes lingering on your form with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Oh, but I believe you do," she countered, her voice carrying a hint of teasing disbelief.

Your own eyebrow shot up in defiance, your glare meeting Billie's smug look. "Do I?" you challenged, your arms folding across your chest. Billie's grin widened, her gaze unwavering as she leaned slightly closer. "You do." she affirmed.

you leaned forward, closing the gap between you and Billie.

Billie's smile grows wider as she watches you approach her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You walked towards billie until she was just a few inches away, still maintaining eye contact. “Maybe you should stop playing stupid and tell me what you want.” Billie whispers, trailing her finger teasingly down your arm.

Your breath hitches as her finger glides along your skin. Leaning in closer, your bodies almost touching. "I want you," you exhale softly, wrapping your arms around her neck and drawing her closer. "I want you to touch me."

Billie's heart pounds in her chest, her own desire mirroring yours as she feels your arms enveloping her. With a coy smile, she leans in, her lips just inches away from yours, teasingly close. "I think I can manage that," she purrs, her voice husky.

You smile, your gaze flickering down to her lips. "Yeah?" you murmur, inching closer until your lips brush against hers in a needy kiss. Billie's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her as she melts into the kiss, her body pressing eagerly against yours, consumed by desire.

You whimpered into the kiss before pulling back to catch your breath, whispering, "Come on..." as you gently guided Billie's hand and eased her onto the bed. Straddling her lap, her eyes locked onto yours. “Y/N..” A low groan escaping from her lips.

"Shh," you murmured against her lips, before leaning in to capture her lips once more. Your body pressed against her, your hips grinding down against hers. Feeling her respond eagerly to your touch, Billie's hands roamed eagerly over your back, her nails leaving a trail of gentle marks as she pulled you closer, her body craving more of you.

With each grind of your hips against hers, Billie's arousal grew, her bulge straining against the fabric of her clothes. She groaned with need, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she eagerly matched your movements.

Billie's breath hitched at the sensation of your lips against her skin, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arched into your touch.

"m’ want you so bad," you murmured against her skin, the words dripping with desire as you slowly pulled away, sliding off of Billie's lap to kneel before her. Your hands moved with purpose, deftly unbuckling her pants as anticipation hung heavy in the air.

Billie gasped softly as she felt your hands working on her pants, her arousal building with each passing moment as she lifted her hips to help you remove them. As the fabric fell away, revealing her hard cock standing proudly between her legs, she couldn't help but let out a soft curse at the sight of you on your knees.

You licked your lips with teasingly, your eyes never leaving hers as you leaned in, your tongue teasingly tracing the tip of her cock. The reaction was immediate-a low, guttural sound reverberated from deep within Billie, her fingers tangling desperately in your hair. "Please, Y/N," she pleaded, her voice thick with need.

Encouraged by her response, you took her length into your mouth, your tongue swirling expertly around her sensitive head. Billie's grip tightened, her hips bucking involuntarily as she tried to maintain control. Her breathing grew ragged, each exhale punctuated by soft moans of pleasure.

Your pace was tantalizingly slow, every movement designed to drive her wild with anticipation. You could feel the heat radiating from her body, her muscles tensing and relaxing under your touch. With each passing second, the intensity of her need became more evident, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

Billie's hands guided you, urging you to take more of her length into your mouth. You complied, your lips sliding further down her shaft, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder. The taste of her arousal filled your senses, it was intoxicating and addictive. you couldn’t get enough.

Her words became a breathless mantra, her voice a mere whisper of urgency. "Y/N, please... don't stop..." The desperation in her tone spurred you on, your movements becoming more deliberate, more focused.

As you continued your movements, Billie's body trembled, her control quickly slipping away with each passing moment. Her hips thrust forward, meeting your mouth with increasing fervor. The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure, a symphony of moans.

"Y/N... I'm so close..." she managed to gasp, her voice trembling with need. Finally, with a choked cry, Billie reached the edge of her climax. With one final thrust, Billie let out a shuddering moan, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her cum filled your mouth, the taste of her ecstasy had your head spinning.

Spent and breathless, Billie slumped back, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. She looked down at you, with awe in her eyes.

"That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

You smiled up at her, wiping the corner of your mouth with a satisfied smirk. "I aim to please," you replied, your voice laced with playful tease.

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[swordmaid]

TWOW Jaime I [real]

based on this scene from the mummy.