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rip tsukkilody, welcome to the world batlody

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i started drawing both lol but i'll try to post the jason one soon my loves

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why r u smiling like that

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i have 99 problems and grinding on dick grayson would solve 98 of them

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cause all the boys with jaguars never took me how you do—ft d grayson

an: inspired by a conversation with @tsukkilody ! i guess a part two to jay showing up to reader’s work? maybe i’ll be bruce next lmaooo (👀 unless)

cw/tags: established relationship, gn! reader, reader works retail, reader is terrified of riding motorcycles, does it anyway, flirty dick, barely edited/no beta

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you fidget with your apron, checking the time on your watch, sighing. you’ve got twenty eight minutes until you’re off. the final stretch is the worst, the second feel like minutes and the minutes feel like hours.

you turn your head when you hear a voice that asks where the marshmellows are.

“hey dickie,” you smile, hand reaching out to your boyfriend. “you’re here early.” you say, noting that he had over twenty minutes to shop before driving you home.

“hey there, honey bunch of oats.” dick gives you a wolfish grin, taking you hand and kissing it. “come here often?”

“dick, i work here. you know that.” you tilt your head, unsure of his game.

“ah, why does a pretty person like you need to work?” he runs his thumb over your knuckles as if he didn’t know that moment made your knees weak.

“dick, please.”

“oh, sweetheart, it would be my pleasure.” dick purrs, leaning into your space.

you giggle and swat him away. “what is up with you? why are you acting like we just met?”

“because we did. and i want you to take a ride on my motorcycle.”

“that better be an innuendo, grayson, you know i’m terrified of that thing.” you say, you look down at your feet.

“yes and no.” dick smirks. “i brought a spare helmet, c’mon luvie.”

“i can’t. i have work. ya know, responsibilities. duty, honor to uphold.” you argue, ticking the reasons off on your fingers. you avoid eye contact, knowing you’ll agree ig he holds eye contact with you.

“honor, smonor.” dick waves away your concerns. “just one little ride.”

you attempt to wave him away, but he stays by your side. you look into his pleading, gorgeous eyes and fold instantly. “after work.”

“deal.” dick leans forward for a a kiss and you oblige him.

when you’re finally off, you hung up your apron, walking out to the front hand in hand. you wave your goodbyes to your coworkers as dick pulls you along, out to his motorbike. you steps slow as the anxiety sets in, you had never done this before. of course you trusted dick, but the lack of padding between you and the other cars made you antsy.

“c’mere, lovebug.” dick pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head. “deep breathes. it’s fifteen minutes to home. just close your eyes, hold on tight, and lean with me. you’ll be alright, honey bunch. i promise.”

you nod against his chest, pulling away and letting him buckle the helmet into place under his chin. he helped you get on first, swinging his leg over carefully and stressing the bike in front of you. you wrap your arms around him tightly as he straps on his own helmet and gloves. “two pats if you want me to slow down, alright, honey pie?”

“alright.” you give him a thumbs up and dick slides ls the visor into place and kicks the stand up and starts the engine. he takes off, starting slow in the parking lot as he signals a left turn at the stoplight. he doubles checks before turning. the drive home is easy, with dick reaching back, rubbing your thigh to check in with you. you nod, your head resting against his shoulder.

when he finally pulls into the apartment complex, you breath a little easier. dick gets off first, kicking the kick stand into place and getting off. he helps you off, peeling off his gloves, and buckling your helmet. “d’ya have fun?” he asks, removing the helmet, and putting it on the bike.

“yes.” you say honestly.

“would you ride with me again, sweetums?” dick takes off his own helmet.

“nope.” you shake your head with nervous laughter.

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you keep his shirt, he keeps his word—j todd x reader

an: written for this request! ily @tsukkilody !

cw/tags: gn! reader, reader drinks monster energy drinks, height difference (jaybird is taller), reader works at a shitty gas station, pet names (jay/jaybird, doll, baby, angel), established relationship, reader’s manager is mean, pda, jason threatens to k word reader’s manager, ya know as a little treat

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you stretch, hemming and hawing about your shift at the gas station, working overnights were miserable. it was a coincidence that you started doing it when you started dating jason, whose nightly activities gave him the same sleep schedule as you.

jay’s big hand pressing you forward, literally holding you up as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “what time d’you get off, doll?”

“2 am.” you say, standing and leaving your shared bedroom and padding into the tiny bathroom. you start to brush your teeth, unsurprised when your velcro boyfriend follows you.

“i’ll stop by.” jay promises, hands on your hips, lips pressed to your shoulder. his hands push up your (his) shirt that you wore to sleep in, feeling the skin on you sides.

you sigh, knowing the chances of that were slim. jay being a hero means some promises are forever unkept. you were okay with that, truly.

“i’ll try.” jay amends, knowing your train of thoughts. you shoo him away to start breakfast so you can wash your face in peace.

once your skincare is done, the two of you eat breakfast together. monster in hand, you pad to the bedroom to pull your uniform on. jason joins you, getting most of his gear on. he walks you to the car, kisses you goodbye.

you pull out of your parking space, leaving the apartment complex, and drive the twenty minutes to the gas station. you clock in, and walk over to the pump and watch the minutes that feel like hours tick by. you assist customers pumping their gas, flashing a pasted on smile and try to remain optimistic.

with two hours left of your shift, you turn your head when you hear a motorcycle roar off in the distance. your heart catches; maybe, just maybe jason will make good on his promise. you know that hope is a fickle thing, but you see jason’s frame approach and your face breaks out with the first real smile in the last six hours.

jason is wearing his bike gear, his red hood helmet tucked away. (he wouldn’t ever put you in danger by showing up as red hood at your job.) he pulls up to your pump, “hey there baby.” you try not to melt on the spot, he steps off his bike and embraces you, arms effortlessly folding you into his warmth. he kisses the top of your head. “how’s work going?”

“better,” you hum, holding him tightly for a moment, feeling all your worries dissipate.

he pulls away, shedding his civilian helmet and capturing your face in his hands, dragging you up into a kiss proper on the lips. you kiss track of time, only jerking away when your manager knocks on the glass of the booth nearby, shouting to get back to work. you try to step out of jason’s embrace but his arms lock around you. “jay, let me go.”

jason’s anger melts when he looks down at you. “alright. you let me know when you want him gone.”

you nod silently, know that jay would make good on his threat. “here, let’s get your tank filled up angel.”

jason lets you pump his gas for his motorcycle (normally he would, but you insisted—you did not want to get in anymore trouble) and steals a few more pecks as you did so. you blush and try to distract him with conversation, but his hand tugs of the belt loop of your slacks to bring you closer and your brain short circuits in response. he teases you and you blush in return.

once the tank is full, you pull the pump out, putting it back in its slot. jay openly watches you with so interest you blush again. “you gotta get going.” you whisper, “don’t wanna know what this city will do without you.”

“it’ll manage.” jay smiles. “gotta check in on you first.”

when he kicks the kickstand up, you buckle his civilian helmet on, kissing the front of it. “love you jay bird, see you at home.”

“love you too, baby doll.” he slides the visor into place, covering the blush adorning his cheeks, starting the ignition, and drives off.

jason taglist (mwah my lovelies):

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happy birthday to my bestie (reiner) and his boyfriend's brother and my situationship (zeke)

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spreading propaganda for jason as a bassist attempt two

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three weeks without picking a fucking pen

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there’s glitter on the floor after the party—18+

or: older batboys having a quickie with you after a party

an: the jason scene athena’ed into my head and here we are. slightly different format with the names, we will see if i keep it

cw/tags: fingering, handjobs/oral (m! receiving), pet names galore, language, titles (good girl), manhandling, possessive jason (😋), dad! jason (😋😋), nipple play, dry humping, semi-public, established relationships, one mention of christmas

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j todd

you were fixing the lid on the leftover container, mumbling harshly under your breath.

“the littles are down.” jason reports, hands scoping out your hips.

“mmm.” you nod numbly, still fumbling with the lid. you curse under your breath.

“ma, take a breath.” jason kisses your shoulders. “hand it to me.”

“jay, i can do it.” you say, growing more frustrated with the lid.

“ma. i got it.” jason says firmer, and you clench your hands to your chest. he snaps the lid on securely, his hands returning to your hips. “it’s okay, princess. i’m allowed to take care of you.”

you focus on your breathing, one hand reaching back to feel jason’s smooth cheek, the other layering over hers. “i know. i know. i just got lost. today was good, just tiring.”

“mmhmm.” jason kisses up the side of your neck. you lean into him, grounding yourself in his warmth. you two hit the pause button, allowing yourself a brief moment to savor the warmth and joy

you feel jay’s clothed cock hardening and pressing against your ass. “is that a knife or are you happy to see me?” you chuckle, placing your hands on the counter’s edge.

“i’m so happy to see my wife.” jay says, grinding against you.

“don’t stop.” your breathing punching the words out. heat floods your body, jesus, it’s been so long since he had made love to you. not fucked, not some quickie during nap time. something hot and slow and electric, savored by the two of you, amplified by your love for each other.

“baby doll, i would never.” jason’s hand creep under the waistband of your shorts, cupping your clothed cunt. “fuck, i need you.”

“you have me. what are you gonna do with the privilege?”

d grayson

you and dick were cleaning up after the christmas party, playing music and chatting.

the others were outside for a snowball fight, and you had decided to relieve alfred of this responsibility and let him have fun.

you hummed, picking up torn wrapping paper off the floor. you gasped when you felt dick behind you, pressing into you, hands wondering. “nuh-uh, sunshine, this gotta get done first.” you evade his touches, straightening the living room. your husband was pretending to be cleaning up, but anyone with working eyes could see him pining over you.

you finally declared the job done and took him by the hand, dragging him into a closet. he kisses you, spanking your ass. you gasp, pulling away.

“you think imma fuck my wife in a closet?” dick whispers. “there’s a hundred guest rooms, let’s break them all in.” dick leads you upstairs, down the hall and into a vacant guest room. he pushes you against the door, closing and locking it as he kisses you.

your hands wonder from his hair down his chest, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his length out. dick’s mouth skates down your jaw, working over the skin on your neck as you pump him. he bucks into your touch as he shoves your top out of the way, toying with your nipple, twisting into a stiff peak with his fingers.

you groan, your fist not stuttering in its movements. then, dick shoves the top up on the other side, his mouth attaching to your nipple and sucking as his spare hand cups your clothed cunt. you moan his name, your hand stalling for only a moment before resuming. you knew this game, trying to make your partner come before you, and you were determined to win. you started whimpering “dickie bird, please, i need—”

the hand that was on your breast claps over your mouth. “i know what game you’re playing,” dick says, words slightly muffled.

“dickie,” you murmur, your eyes widening.

“fuck me, ah,” dick starts to buck into your hand as it speeds up. “i’m gonna—”

swiftly, you squat down and take him into your mouth, swallowing every bit that was pumped down your throat. his hands resting on the doorframe, he thrusts his hips forward, fucking the cum down your throat. “take…every…single…last…drop.” he says, a thrust enunciating every word.

when he finally slips out of your mouth, he presses a thumb against your tongue, inspecting your mouth to make sure you got every drop. “such a good girl.” he praises, “let’s see how many orgasms you get before someone comes looking for us.”

b wayne

champagne was poured and toasts were made. it was yours and bruce’s fifteenth wedding anniversary, and you both agreed to keep it lowkey. well, lowkey in terms of your husband being billionaire bruce wayne.

it held in the ballroom of the mansion, the guest list was under fifty, with minimal additional decor. your hand snuck over to bruce’s lap, finding his hand and squeezing. your smile is soft as your head turns to look at him. to his credit, he seems throughly engrossed in the speech dick was giving. dick was his eldest, and he gave the best man speech at your wedding, so you knew it felt very full circle for him.

bruce senses your gaze on him and turns, leaning into your space to whisper into your ear. you chuckle, grinning ear to ear as he kissed your cheek. once dick was done, and your meal was eaten, the reception began. dancing and chit chatting your way through your guests before bruce takes your hand. (you know his touch before you turned to face him.) “it’s our song.” he says, tugging you away from your guests.

you wave bye, following bruce willingly onto the dance floor. you two join hands, easily falling into step in time with the music. you nuzzle closer to him, a hand in his hair, and kiss his cheek.

when you pull back to see his face, he says, “penny for your thoughts?”

you smile, and then you say something entirely inappropriate that makes bruce raise an eyebrow.

“that’s entirely possible.” bruce smiles, leading you off the dance floor, through the double doors and into the kitchen.

thankfully, there are no witnesses when bruce pulls you towards him, hands gripping your ass before sliding underneath. he effortlessly picks you up, placing you on the counter. your legs wrap around his waist, your bodies grinding together as your mouths clash. your hands loosen his tie, sliding down his chest, fists bunching up the fabric to untuck it from his pants.

his hands were in your hair, ruining your updo before sliding down the straps of your dress down your arms until your tits popped out. his mouth works down your neck, leaving a path of love bites in his wake, before his tongue flicks your nipple. you moan, your hands stumbling to undo his slacks.

bruce’s hands lock around your hips before sliding under your dress, chuckling darkly at your lack of panties. he takes a nipple into his mouth as he starts to thumb your clit.

you bite your lip to hold back your moans, your hands finally getting his pants open and palming his cock. bruce moans against your breast, finger prodding your entrance. you welcome it, the finger easily sliding into the slick, clenching around it.

“baby, please.” you say, pleasure slurring together your words.

“please, what? full sentences, honey.” bruce’s chides, continuing his ministrations.

“please, fuck me, b. please.” that last word of yours turns into a moan.

“will pleasure, sweetheart.” he smirks.

it’s safe to say that you two were the last to leave your anniversary party.

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I love my oomfs

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done!!!!<3

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never finishing this

this is looking too good for me not to share ...

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i will never make a fandom sideblog you will get everything on one blog and you will like it. you will learn to love all my interests even if you followed for just one. my blog #myblog

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Carve my name into your bedpost, ‘cause i don’t want you like a best friend-18+

an: written for this request! we start in dick’s pov, and then we go into the reader’s after *** yes, another title that is a taylor lyric, what are you gonna do about it? written for my 300 followers special!! Thank all y’all horny bastards

cw/tags: MDNI, adult language, p in v, best friends to lovers, doggy style, oral (f! receiving), spanking, hair pulling, pet names galore, fem! reader, reader has longish hair

wc: 1.8k

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it was movie night, a sort of tradition that happened almost every week. for this week’s film, you had selected the princess bride, a personal favorite of yours that dick hadn’t seen. you two settle on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on your lap. dick and you had been friends for over a year, settling into the couch together effortlessly and comfortably. dick was pleased with the movie choice, if only to hear your voice quoting almost the entire movie. you rest your head on his shoulder and he catches a scent of your shampoo. He begins to fidget, realizing how close you were and how much he wanted to run his hands through your hair.

he takes a deep breath, trying to ground himself. 

“dickie, you okay?” your sweet voice enters his ears.

without looking at you, he nods. “yes, honey bunch of oats. i’m okay.”

you make a noise of doubt, but you choose not to comment.

he felt heat flush his face. 

he needs to move, he needs to get away, off this couch.

he gets on the floor and starts to stretch on the floor in front of the tv.

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you watch him stretch, doing lunges in front of you. you joke about how he makes a good door so he flushes and scoots over, letting your movie viewing go without any further interruptions. little did he know, you were hiding how much you were staring. you have always liked him, and you know that dick is currently single, you decide to seize your chance.

 ”can i join you?” you ask.

”what?” the question takes him back, looking at you with eyes wide.

”can i join you?” you repeat.

“here, c’mere, pookie bear.” dick backs up a little to give you some room.

he guides you through a few positions–his hands lingering, their heat lasting–and then in the tree pose you lose your balance and he catches you, his face inches from yours. your breaths mix, your hands digging into his shoulders, your gaze drops, watching his throat work around a swallow. he steadies you on your feet and releases your waist.

you tuck your hair behind your ear, feeling your body heat up where his touch seared your skin. 

you both try to ignore the lingering touches as he coaches you through another set of positions. the movie ends but dick keeps you on the floor. on your back. your legs pressed against your chest, dick above you caging you, gaze intent on yours. his hands cup your midriff, not unlike before. your hands rise, one carding through his hair. “sweetheart,” he says hoarsely.

you hum, gasping when his hands crept up under your t-shirt, blunt nails stroking up your sides–heat spreading heat under calloused skin. 

“do you want me to stop?” dick asks.

“no.” you shake your head. both of your hands are now in his hair, bringing him down. “dickie,” you whisper. “don’t stop. just, um, be gentle.” 

“fuck me, really?” dick whispers, a smile creeps onto his face.

“fuck yes,” you drag him to you, your lips crashing onto his. he smiles, temporarily breaking away before meeting you again, deepening the kiss, opening his mouth, his tongue sliding against the seam of your mouth. it’s tongue, lips and teeth, heat and passion and the knowledge that this will fade, so might as well enjoy the fuck out of it.

you move your lips down his jaw, finding a sensitive spot that makes him groan and sucks a love mark into his skin right then and there. too soon, you break away, letting him move your legs out of the way, press you into the floor fully, both hands lifting your shirt, kissing down your neck. he takes his time, sucking two dark hickeys into your neck, both hands roaming under your shirt but over your bra. your thighs press together and you tug at his scalp, “n-need you.” you murmur.

“you’re gonna get all seven inches of me, sweetheart, but i’m in charge, and i’m takin’ my sweet…” he pauses to kiss your nose, “everlovin’...” he kisses one cheek, “time with you.” he kisses the other cheek. “first, can i take your shirt off?”

you nod and his hand slides downward, fingers curling around the hem and slowly dragging it up. you raise your arms and he takes up and over your head. “there’s my luvie.” he smirks, watching you blush all the way to your chest. “you wanna go to my room? we’re gonna take a while, you might want to get comfy.”

“that overconfident, grayson?” you quirk an eyebrow as he easily scoops you up, your legs wrapping around his middle. you yelp before dissolving into giggles, confiding in him that you had never been picked up like this before. 

“trust me, i brag and i follow through.” he winks at you, pausing in his steps to kiss you again.

“is hair pulling okay?” you ask

“thoroughly encouraged.” dick winks. on the way out, you nuzzle your nose right under his jaw, hands lacing together around his neck. “any requests, lovebug?”

“hmm, i’m not too experienced, so doggy?” you ask.

“ask and you shall receive.” dick kisses your head before putting you down onto the bed. he has you hand him a grey, soft blanket. he slides it under your hips (with you lifting them up), smirking when you ask what it was. “waterproof blanket.”

your eyebrows raise, propping yourself up on your elbows. “again, you’re very over confident, grayson.”

“trust me, luvie, i take care of my partners.” with your permission, dick undoes your pants and hooks his fingers over the waistband, dragging it down your legs, removing your socks as well. dick’s hands part your thighs, mouth against your clothed cunt. 

you blush. “sorry, i didn’t shave.” before you could mutter out an excuse, dick smiles in a way that’s gonna screw you up forever.

“good.” he plants a kiss on your lower stomach, his hands stroking down your sides. his mouth lowers, his warm breath feeling heavenly against your entrance. “let me know what feels good or if you want to stop.”

you nod.

“you’re gonna learn fast to use your words, luvie,” dick chuckles, mouthing at your covered pussy.

“yes, i’ll use my words.” you say.

“good girl.” dick smirks at your blush, his fingers hooking around your panties, dragging them down your legs. he drops the clothing onto the floor, pressing in between your thighs and setting to his task eagerly. he pinches your clit gently in two of his fingers, the pressure making you groan as he kisses your entrance, tongue rising and circling your clit upon his finger’s release. you moan his name, taking his outreached hand. “suck ‘em,” he instructs.

you take his fingers into his mouth, sucking on the middle and the ring, running your tongue over them. his fingers vibrated around your moans, he never let up in his ministrations to your pussy, until they were slowly pulled out of your mouth. a trail of spit connected your lips to his middle finger, you lean forward, catching the excess with  your tongue. dick reaches down, using his own slicked up finger to press against your entrance, waiting for your nod before sliding in. he curls the finger in a come hither motion before retreating and adding another, his tongue never not admiring your clit. his fingers criss cross and work you open until your back arches off the bed, crying his name, heat rushing throughout your body.

he pulls away from you, watching you writhe with abandoned need. your groan his name, your hips bucking desperate for some friction. “dick, i was so close.”

“i know, sweet girl. don’t worry, i got you.” dick kisses your inner thigh. “feelin’ okay?”

“yes, dickie.” you nod.

“come on, honey, get on your knees.” dick coos, assisting you onto all fours.

his touch leaves your body, you hear rustling of clothing, the clink of a belt dropping to the floor. you pear over your shoulder, catching a glance of his dick grayson. of fucking course he’s hung.

“hey, my eyes are up here, sweetheart.” dick quips, palming your ass. blushing, you meet his eyes. “are you on birth control?”

“I-iud.” you breathe out. “could you still wear a condom, please?”

“you got it. love. can i spank you?”

“yes.” you pant.

his hand slaps your ass. “who woulda thought a good girl like you would be into some kinky shit?” your only response, your only thought, is only a garbled moan of his name. “god, i could get addicted to that sound.” you continue to look at him, mouth parted, brain malfunctioning. “Alright, pretty girl,” dick pauses, taking in the look of sheer desire on your face. “hey, honey bunch, i got you. can you hand me a condom?” he gestures over your left shoulder. you nod and swallow, reaching out to the nightstand. you grab a condom, and hand it to him.

“good girl.” dick says, taking the condom and rolling it down with one hand, the other thumbing your clit without even looking at you. you blush, watching him nonchalantly press against your entrance. “ya know, i’m half tempted to rut into you, and leave you without crossing the finish line.” you gasp as he pushes in. “what do you think, you wanna come on my cock?”

you pant, mouth agape.

he tuts. “you gotta use your words, sweet girl. good girls use their words.”

“i wanna cum. be g-good for you.” you pant, breathing catching as he thrusts all the way in, bottoming out.

“good. no worries, sweetheart, i’m gonna take care of you real good.” dick smirks, sliding out all the way before slamming back in, knowing your body better than you and brushing against all your sweet spots that make your toes curl. both of his hand anchor themselves to your hips as he develops a steady pace, his balls swinging into and bruising your clit. your breath becomes erratic, dick’s pants joining your noises. your fists curl into the bed sheets, your body becoming a hot rod of pleasure. “that feels good, huh?”

“y-yes, ohmygod, dick–”

“that what’s i want to hear. that’s my good girl. you’re taking me so well.” dick says, a rough edge coming into his voice that sends more heat to your core.

you moan that you’re close and dick keeps up the same pace, fucking you through it, giving you only a moment’s break before slamming into you again, bringing you close to tears. when you’re begging for another, he continues pushing your body until its breaking point. you cry out his name when your orgasm hits.

you shudder, but before you can collapse, dick loops an arm around your middle, easing himself out of you. you whine at the loss of him before yelping as dick flips you over onto your back, leaning into your space again. “hey there, sweetheart, you feeling okay?’

“mmhmm.” you nod. 

“you’re all flushed.” dick presses the back of his hand to your face. 

“you say that as if you didn’t just rail me with back to back orgasms.” you chuckle, leaning into his touch.

“mmhmm, you know it, honey. you want some more?” dick brushes your hair out of your face.

“water first, but yes.”

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one of my favorite 2024 artworks that was started to test brushes haha, but it turned out to be too cute, so much so that I was surprised (like «oh my god, did I really do this?»)