okay but picture Jason snapping and punching anyone that calls Dick a g*psy
- "Can’t we just stay home today?"
- "It’s 2 in the afternoon, we should really stop cuddling and get out of bed."
- "Don’t answer it — it’s probably your boss and you’re mine today."
- "You’re so cute when you’re sleepy."
- "Welcome home, I made you dinner!"
- "I accidentally brought a kitten home."
- "Get your spoon out the bowl! There’ll be no cake mix left to make actual cakes with!"
- "Let’s both take a day off on Wednesday and have a day out."
I want him in my bed next to me, on top of me, beneath me.
I want his arms wrapped around me, touching me, making contact with me.
I want his lips pressed against my lips, my neck, my wrists.
I want his warmth around me, surrounding me, filling me.
I want his love, passion, lust.
I want him.
that one kink that no one can ever know about ever
to the window
to the wall
to the trash where i belong
(( anyone wanna rp? ))
Dick looked up at the voice, stopping his struggle with his shirt, his face a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. “No-no, I’m good—” Although when he tried to pull the shirt down again, he found that he couldn’t.
(( let’s see….what haven’t we done in a while…country! ))
Dick looked over his shoulder and pouted a bit before looking back to his sleeve, still trying to force it up his arm, blushing from embarrassment. “I don’t need no help. M’fine, she didn’t kick me that hard. You can get the eggs.”