#saphhic

Supergirl, her girlfriends and her beautiful wife (Brainiac 5)

Gift for a friend, featuring her favorite Supergirl ships!

Because her messages kill me lmfao

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ꫂ᭪ ݁ toph beifong who loves eating her girlfriend’s face

content: fluff, black!fem!reader, ragebaited toph, making out.

author’s note: inspired by this super cute post by @singse 🥹 it’s been on my mind since i saw it so here’s a v short drabble! req from june 8th

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it’s ridiculous, really, but you literally cannot rip your girlfriend off your face.

“toph—” you try to speak between kisses but she only grunts, pressing herself closer as her tongue sweeps over the roof of your mouth again. you let her, once more, sliding your hand up her nape to her dark hair and grabbing a fistful.

when she breaks the kiss so she can suck in a sharp breath and delve in again, you hold her face out of reach this time, your hand splayed over her pouty mouth, panting and giggling at her attempts to close the distance again. “that’s enough, tophie. please let me breathe.”

she scoffs, swatting your hand away and leaning back against your shared sofa, arms crossed over her chest in irritation. “you’re weak. see, this is why i tell you to train harder. if you were more athletic, i’d be able to kiss you longer.”

you roll your eyes fondly, used to her nonsensical quips whenever she didn’t get her way. “i’m pretty sure you can live without sticking your tongue down my throat for two minutes. we’ve been making out for like, i don’t know, the past hour. we could use a break.”

she huffs and shoots you an unamused glare, sitting up to roughly prod at your chest with her index. “and? what’s your point? are there new restrictions on how much i can kiss my girlfriend now?”

you sigh, shaking your head, “no toph, that’s not what i— .. said..” you trail off, blinking incredulously when you actually take in the way your girlfriend looks. her eyebrow cocks at your silence, and you immediately burst out laughing.

“w—what!?” she seizes your shoulders and shakes you, brows pinching in confusion and embarrassment that you were laughing at her. “fuck you! what the hell’s so funny? me wanting to spend time with my girl!?”

tears prick at your eyes, barely able to answer her through your incoherent giggling and wheezing. “no—” you snort, breathlessly trying to get out a proper word. “it’s just— it’s— your face, toph!”

“my face?” she frowns, increasingly puzzled and angry, making her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. “you— what the fuck is wrong with my face? do i look like a clown? you’re so rude, what’s your problem?”

the way she was taking this so seriously did not help your case, you had to clutch your stomach and close your thighs to keep from peeing yourself. “no—! that’s not it, toph, oh my god. you— you have no idea how you look right now.”

“yeah, no shit. i’m fucking blind.” she scoffs, letting go of you to cross her arms again. guilt slightly tugs at your heartstrings at the sulky frown adorning her features, knowing she needs context, and so you wipe your tears, trying to recollect yourself enough to speak. you exhale deeply, unable to remove the smile off your face, “i’m not making fun of you, babe. you’re just.. you’re all..”

you gesture at her face, pursing your lips to prevent another guffaw from slipping out. her glare intensifies, impatient, and so you take another deep breath, “you’re.. you’re all covered in my makeup, toph.”

“what?” she lifts a finger to the corner of her lips, wiping off some of your concealer. “oh. and it’s that funny?”

you chuckle, taking out your handkerchief and dabbing at the mess on her face, “it’s hilarious. i’m several shades darker than you, tophie. you look like you just devoured an entire chocolate cake.”

reluctantly, a small smile begins to tug at her lips at that, a hesitant twinkle in her eyes. “really? we look very different?”

you nod fondly, remembering once again that your girlfriend had no idea what you looked like. hell, she had no idea how she looked either. she didn’t know how your brown foundation clashed against her lighter skin in the sweetest way, the makeup covering her mouth and even her nose, a true testament to the intensity of her feverish making out.

“you made such a mess,” you muse, lovingly wiping it off her face. “all over your face. it looks like you ate me.”

toph only shrugs, unbothered. “if i could eat you, i would.”

after a while, you finally manage to get most of it off; as much as not using a cleanser allowed. you smile, proud of your work, “there you go. now you look— mmh!”

your words are once again swallowed by her eager lips, back on yours, her tongue prodding at the small space between them. you mewl into her mouth, half in protest and half in pleasure, until she finally pulls back.

you look at her face, all messy again, and you sigh exasperatedly. “toph, i just cleaned you up.”

“don’t care,” she tugs you into her lap, stealing another peck from your sweet lips. “i’m enjoying myself. let me look a mess.”

you huff a laugh, nuzzling her nose with yours. “fine, i can’t really argue with that, you greedy girl.”

𑣲 men and minors dni

sevika had a very hard day at work; good thing you’re waiting at home for her :P

tags: softdom!top!sevika, sub!bottom!reader, strap (r!receiving), dirty talk, squirting, overstim, mommy kink, dacryphilia, praise, aftercare, marking, groping, hitting, porn ZERO plot

a/n: fuck i need her (is it obvious i write about her when i’m really horny?)

“strip.” sevika leans over you gripping the couch on either side of your head. you never heard her enter, so you jump at the sudden utterance. after your hesitance sevika leans against your ear,

“get mommy’s dick. and strip.” you pussy pulsates at her command.

“yes, mommy.” you jump up from the couch; sevika swipes out her arm, snaking her hand around your waist. hooking her hand on your pajama shorts she pulls you in to a rough kiss. grabbing your chin and pulling it down, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip. moaning, you open your mouth letting her in.

sevika groans, mumbling against your mouth and grabbing your ass hard. “signal.”

reaching your hand to rest on sevika’s you breathlessly exhale, “green…green…” sevika continues kneading your ass, smacking it between harsh rubs.

“fuck—mommy, green… fucking green.” you flinch against each hit, your pussy soaking your shorts more and more. you peel off your shorts, only breaking the kiss to take off your shirt exposing your naked chest. sevika supplies another strong slap to your bare ass staring down at you through her dark eyes.

“i’m gonna fuck you stupid.” she gives you a slight push towards the room. you run into the room, returning moments later with sevika’s thick dark purple strap. sevika grabs your face, giving you a quick deep kiss. “good job, such a good girl.”

sevika sits on the couch, spreading her legs. “take off my clothes, pretty girl.” you place her strap on her side getting on your knees. you undo her belt, then ruffle up her shirt giving quick kisses across her toned stomach. going to unbutton her pants she stops you.

“do it with your teeth, and look at me while you do it.”

you nod. “yes ma’am.” biting the edge of her button, you use your tongue to push the button through its slit. sevika lets out a guttural moan, gently grabbing the back of your head.

“you look so pretty like this,” she fights back a moan, “so good at following directions.”

you bite the zipper of her jeans. stopping to give sevika your best puppy eyes scrunching your eyebrows and whimpering. sevika heartily laughs, knowing how badly you want her recognition.

“good girl, baby. finish taking mommy’s pants off.”

you drag you mouth down, slowly unzipping her pants. once fully unzipped sevika lifts you up and sets you on the couch. from there, you watch her strip off her clothes and get into her harness. your bare cunt dripping onto the couch.

“come here, pretty girl.” sevika beckons you from the opposite side of the couch. without question you crawl over to her; as soon as you’re within reach sevika grabs you, your chest flush against her’s. your nipples pressing against sevika’s with delicious pressure. sevika spins and pins you to the wall.

“ready for me?”

“yes…yes, mommy! green! green, please fuck me!” your eyes sting with hot tears your lips trembling.

“so eager, huh? mommy’s gonna make you feel so good. just relax against me, ‘kay?” you nod letting your body go limp in her strong arms your back pressed against the wall.

sevika gradually sets you down on her girthy shaft, watching how your eyes get wider with every inch.

“s’fucking big mommy…. you’re so big.” grinding into her you rest your head on the wall.

“fuck you take me so well,” sevika weaves her hands under both of your legs. placing her hands against the wall on each side of your body. she coos, her dark eyes piercing your teary ones. “such a pretty girl. been waiting to fuck you all day, you’re gonna touch every wall in this room.”

you moan, not knowing what could be better than what’s about to happen to your already soaked pussy.

“signal.”

“green, mommy. green, green… green!” you frantically whimper in between words afraid of the impossible probability that sevika would misunderstand.

“good job using your words, pretty girl.” sevika roughly fucks up into you, your pussy already sloppy from all of her commands and praises. stuffing her face into your shoulder sevika sucks on the most sensitive part of your neck. you gasp,

“mark me up, nghh, i want everyone to know who i belong to—mmh!” turned on by your breathy moans, sevika lowly grunts in your ear.

“fuck—want everyone to know, baby. y’make mommy feel so fucking good!” sevika drills into your sopping pussy, hitting the deepest edges of your core.

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sevika made good on her promise, fucking you on every surface in the living room. after several rounds the items on the coffee table are stretched across the floor; various pillows and blankets from the couch pulled every which way. once again your back was against the wall. her fat dick abusing your aching cunt, your core buzzing from the result of multiple orgasms. the slick of your past climaxes collecting on both you and sevika’s thighs. sevika seemed to be fucking you until she was done.

“shit—” sevika huffs between thrust, “signal?”

“gr….green!” you sigh against her chest. you felt that intense pressure warming at the bottom of your core, but this time it felt different. the feeling of sevika punishing your still sensitive cunt was almost overwhelming. your core buzzing and legs trembling your back arches against the wall.

“ma—mommy!” you cry out, your shoulders shaking with sobs, your heart racing you grip onto her shoulders. “gonna cummm!”

“be a good girl, relax for me. mommy’s here.” sevika purrs into your ears. she can read your body like a book and knows exactly where you’re going.

the pressure releases as an explosion out of you. your brain goes completely blank and your vision blurs at the edges, tears staining your face. you squirt all over the both of you, spraying your stomach and her’s. sevika coaxes you through your high, only slowing after you’re done.

“that was so hot baby. you’re always so good for me. are you okay?”

“y…yes…. fucked me so good mommy.”

carrying your dazed body, sevika sets you softly on the couch, draping the blanket over you. she goes to grab a damp warm towel to clean the both of you off.

“let me take care of you now, okay?”

“thank you mommy.” you give her a fucked out grin.

sevika leans down to kiss your forehead, you angle your head to meet her lips. sevika goes to turn on the tv, then going to grab you a glass of ice water while your favorite show plays. she runs into the bedroom quickly putting on some loose pjs; when returning to the couch sevika orders your favorite takeout, petting your head as you rest your head on her lap.

Age: 18 (born in April)

Kinks: age-gap,daddy+mommy kink,cnc,student/teacher,choking.

Curious about: fauxcest,edging,ddlg,submission.

DMs and asks are open (and appreciated)- but I get quite a few and I’m still at school so won’t be able to answer straight away sorry 🙏🏼🤍 love having messages helping me explore my kinks x

Open to receiving pictures but I don’t send unless we are in a relationship.

Mdni please!

If you don’t like what I’m posting please just block me, don’t report.

Summary: Wanda and you form a plan to trick Natasha, but your plan doesn't quite work out the way you had hoped.

Warnings: Dom/sub. Mommy Wanda. Daddy Natasha. Fingering (R) receiving. Oral (R) receiving. Spanking. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Slight mentions of alcohol. light bondage (N&W) receiving.

Authors Note: This request came from this 🩹 anon! from this ask! I hope I did your idea justice, Ive been working on this for 3 days...I hope you like it, and let me know your thoughts! Not proofread!

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The idea came one drunken night with Wanda, you were both sitting on the couch, Natasha stuck in the office late at work. Wanda had brought it up to you casually in conversation, like she had been thinking about it for a long time.

"You know, we should trick Tasha," The casualness of which she said it, had you setting your wine glass down, turning your full attention to her. "Im serious! You know how she gets when rules are broken, and she hasn't been teased in far too long."

"Okay...I mean, you know I love teasing, but how would we do it?"

Her eyes lit up at your question, sparkling with more mischief you had seen in a long time. Her smile was wicked as she explained her idea, clearly excited. Within the next hour, you both had a full blown plan.

A few weeks had passed since you and Wanda's conversation, you had forgot about the whole plan, and you assumed she did as well. Except you had woken up alone in bed, your girlfriends leaving early for work this morning. One single text from Wanda was on your phone, a private message.

"Today. Natasha gets off early, and doesn't work tomorrow."

No matter how big your smile was reading her text, you couldn't help the shiver that racked your body. Whether in excitement, or fear that your plan wouldn't work, you didn't know. You knew the first step of the plan, so you roll out of bed and sit in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom. You bring your knees to your chest, legs slightly spread, just enough that you can see your lace panties under your shirt.

You bring your phone up, taking a picture, sending it to your shared group chat with your girlfriends. By the time you stand up and make your way to the kitchen, you have multiple new messages. Three from Natasha, one from Wanda.

You don't respond.

That was your part of the plan, you were supposed to tease Natasha all day, but not respond to her texts. That was one of your rules, no text goes unanswered on purpose. If you're busy that's another story, but if you purposefully read the messages and don't respond, that's when it becomes a problem.

God does it piss Natasha off.

So you open the messages, read through them but don't respond.

"Fuck Detka."

"Needy, little one?"

"Wait until I get home."

Natasha's messages had you squirming in your seat, because if only she knew what she was in for tonight. You set your phone facedown, and had breakfast. A few more messages buzz through on your phone, Natasha probably. She has definitely seen that you've read the messages by now, and knowing she's at work, she's probably already annoyed.

Perfect.

The next picture you sent was after lunch, you had just gotten out of the shower, hair wet, water dripping down your body. With a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you sent another mirror picture. This time one single message came through your phone.

"Little girl, you're walking on thin ice."

You involuntary shiver as you read it, this time you type back a quick reply. The goal wasn't to completely piss her off, you simply wanted her annoyed and filled with tension, sexual of course.

"Im sorry daddy, Wands and I want to make it up to you tonight."

You put the phone down, opting to spend the rest of the day relaxing. Natasha was due home in 3 hours, Wanda 2. So you spend the rest of the afternoon lying on the couch, watching shit reality TV. You must've fallen asleep because the next time your eyes blink open, Wanda is sitting next to you, your legs resting in her lap.

Before you have time to question how long Wanda had been there, the front door swings open, Natasha walking in. She sets her bags down, turning to look at you both on the couch. Walking over she pecks Wanda on the lips, asking briefly how her day was. Turning to you, she leans down bringing her lips to yours. This time she lingers, biting your lip slightly before pulling back just slightly to whisper in your ear.

"You're still in trouble, after dinner. You know how I want you."

Goosebumps form on your body, your breath hitching slightly.

"Actually...Wands and I had an idea." You mutter softly, eyes flickering to Wanda hoping she would back you up.

"Oh? And what might that be." Natasha says, one eyebrow quirked up.

You look at Wanda hoping she would do the talking, you were terrible at lying, especially to them. Wanda gets the hint, turning her eyes to Natasha, looking at her sweetly.

"Well, we know how much stress you've been under with work. So we wanted to relieve some of that stress for you." Wanda trails off slightly, her eyes looking to you to finish for her.

"We were wondering, if we could tie you up for once?" You rush out, eyes finding everything in the room more interesting than Natasha's expression.

Her hand finds your chin, brining your eyes to hers. Her expression is a mix of skepticism and barely there excitement. She's being cautious and that worries you just a tad, your worries ease when Wanda steps in.

"You'd still be in full control my love, just...let us worship you for once, yeah?"

Natasha ponders Wandas offer for a moment, you can see the gears turning behind her eyes. She finally looks between you both, a small smirk forming on her face. You start smiling when she agrees, Wanda's expression filled with joy, except for a different reason. One reason you knew all too well.

After dinner, you make your way upstairs, Wanda and Natasha following behind. When you three make your way into your bedroom, you pull a chair up, sitting it facing the bed. Natasha comes behind you, her hands wrapping around your waist, her lips finding the side of your neck. You tilt your head to the side, giving her more access.

You can hear Wanda rummaging around in the closet, getting everything ready. She comes in front of you both, holding a pair of handcuffs in her hand, motioning for Natasha to sit in the chair. With one last slap to your ass, Natasha sits in the chair her hands resting behind her.

"Little one, why don't you do the honors." Your heart is beating so loud in your chest you almost missed it, resulting in not knowing who spoke.

You nod your head softly, grabbing the handcuffs, kneeling behind Natasha's chair. You grab her wrists softly, placing the cool metal around her wrists. Not getting it too tight, but also keeping it tight enough that she can't get free. Or so you thought.

When you stand up and make your way around to the edge of the bed, facing Natasha, you gulp. She looks good, her cool confidence, even while being handcuffed sends a fresh wave of arousal in your already soaked panties.

Wanda makes her way to you slowly, pulling you into a searing kiss. Her hands roaming your body eagerly, her lips bruising yours. Her hands start undressing you, pulling at the hem of your shirt, tearing it over your head. Sliding your small shorts down your legs, leaving you in just your pink lace panties.

"Mhm my favorite." You hear Natasha say from behind you, you peek over Wandas shoulder. Natasha has set up slightly, her eyes trained on the two of you, her pupils blown wide.

Her eyes narrow when Wanda pushes you back onto the bed, climbing over your body. Natasha's jaw sets, her arms tugging lightly at her restraints. Your eyes are forced to Wanda's when her hand grabs your chin lightly, bringing her lips to yours once more. Her knee slots itself in between your legs, the newfound pressure on your aching core making your back arch slightly.

Wanda's lips swallow the small groan that leaves your mouth, her hands running up your body. Her lips trailing down your neck, down to your breasts, before taking one of your hard nipples into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around it, sucking softly, then biting, then running her tongue over it to sooth the ache.

"F-fuck mommy, please, need more."

Your words are broken by your soft moans, letting out a small whine when her lips leave your nipple, instead traveling down your stomach. Her hands lift your legs over her shoulders, her lips kissing the inside of your thighs softly, then rougher, marking them.

The first touch of her tongue on your clit has your back arching and your hips lifting off the bed. A loud moan tearing through your body, you had been aching for this all day. You peek at Natasha behind Wanda, her eyes are blazing. Yet her tongue licks her bottom lip at the sight of Wanda's mouth on your aching cunt.

"So wet Detka, have you been thinking about tricking daddy all day? Got your pussy all needy, hmm?" You can hear the smirk in her voice, and it sends a wave of wetness down, coating Wanda's fingers resting at your entrance.

Wanda slides two fingers into you, your walls clenching around them tightly. Your eyes slam shut at the new feeling, her fingers pumping in and out at a fast pace. Her lips closing around your clit, sucking softly. Your lower abdomen twitches, your legs squeezing around her head tightly.

"Close already, little one? Pathetic, you've barely been touched." Natasha's tone is mocking, yet you groan at her words. The slight degradation of them, bringing you all the more closer to your peak.

"Answer daddy when she's talking to you." Your eyes snap to Natasha's, head nodding up and down. Your pleas for Wanda to go faster die on your tongue when you see how eerily calm Natasha looks, except her eyes are trained on your soaked cunt.

Watching every twitch, ever clench around Wanda's fingers. You don't have to announce that you're close, they can tell. Wanda feeling your walls clench around her fingers, your thighs shaking as you approach your high. Natasha always knows, she can tell by the flush in your cheeks, the way your eyes glass over, the unshed tears forming because of the intensity.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, please! P-please mommy!" Those are the only words you can get out, your brain solely focused on the heat forming in your lower belly. The tension you had been feeling all day, getting ready to snap.

Just as that tension is about to burst, everything stops. You open your eyes, Natasha has Wanda by the back of the neck, shoving her in the chair. Tying her hands behind her back, just as she was. Your eyes widen at the sight, a fresh wave of excitement and fear coursing through you.

When she turns and looks at you, her grin is wicked. Her hands coming to rest on your calves, rubbing them slowly.

"You thought you could trick daddy, hmm? Now, whose idea was it? And don't lie to me little one."

Your thighs threaten to close at her words, needing friction. You couldn't lie to yourself and say this wasn't turning you on more, the thought of being punished taking over your mind. A sharp smack to your thigh has your mind returning to the question, your eyes snapping to Wanda's, she's already looking at you.

"W-Wanda's daddy! But I helped!" You squeak out, your eyes finding Natasha's once more. Her eyes flicker to Wanda's, leaning down slowly to whisper in her ear. You can't hear what she's saying, but you can see the shiver that runs down Wanda's body, her thighs rubbing together.

"Come here, little girl." Natasha sits on the bed after she says it, patting her lap softly. You scramble, your body moving faster than your brain. You lay across her lap, her hand coming to rub your ass softly.

"Now, how many spanks should you get? You've broken a lot of rules today Detka."

You know it's not a question you should answer, she's not looking for a number, she's looking for submission.

"How ever many you decide daddy."

She hums in approval, her hand rubbing up your back, down to the curve of your ass. Her lips find your ear, her breath warm and soft.

"You'll take 25, and you'll thank me for every one of them. Understand?"

"Yes daddy!" You mutter out, your head nodding quickly. Your hands gripping the sheets under you, your eyes meeting Wanda's. Her pupils are blown wide, her eyes staring at you bend over Natasha's knees. Your legs slightly spread, your juices dripping down your legs.

You feel the first smack, heat blooming in the area it landed. Your breath catches slightly, a small cry leaving your mouth.

"One, Thank you daddy." The words come out softly, your back arching slightly.

The next smack comes harder than the first, on the opposite cheek. You can tell your ass is already getting red, the heat coming off your skin any indication.

"Two T-thank you daddy."

By the time you get two 24 your a sobbing begging mess, tears running down your cheeks, and your skin is raw and stained purple. Your legs are shaking, yet you're dripping with need. Every light touch of Natasha's hand on your raw skin, has your breath hitching, and your muscles tensing.

The final smack is the hardest one yet, you let out a loud cry, your tears falling faster. Your walls clench around nothing, your hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white. Your head swims, the fuzzy feeling returning with every strike to your backside. You make eye contact with Wanda, she's squirming in the chair, her legs rubbing together trying to find any friction to settle the strong ache in between her legs.

"T-twenty-five, t-thank you d-daddy." You sob out, your voice cracking with every syllable. Natasha's hands rub your skin softly, tracing the edges of your welts. Your body leans away from her soft touch, no matter how soft her hands are, the sting ever present.

"Good girl, little one. You took your punishment so well." Her words are soft, her voice soothing the racks of your body slightly.

Her hand dips lower, her fingers running through your slit, collecting your arousal. Her fingers tease your entrance, dipping in slightly, then retracting. Your hips chase her fingers, breathy moans leaving your lips.

"So wet Detka, all that crying for what?" She mocks, her fingers dipping in your aching hole, filling you perfectly.

Your back arches at the feeling, small whines escaping your mouth. Your hips move back, making her fingers push deeper inside of you. She sets a brutal pace, her hand brushing your clit every thrust. Your orgasm is fast approaching, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

"Daddy! gonna cum, please! Please! Please!" You can't even tell what you're begging for at this point, the only thing on your mind is your upcoming release.

You're close, closer than you were earlier. You try holding it, having not received her permission yet. Right as soon as you're about to cum, she rips her fingers away, leaving your walls clenching around nothing. A loud groan of protest leaves you, your hips arching back hoping to find her hand again.

Hello everyone!

I am currently working on coat of arms for different identities/sexualities, which I one day might wanna turn into pins or patches.

A friend of mine and I got the idea at one of our discord hang outs at like 3 in the morning and since then we have been brainstorming it like silly and I have been obsessed about the concept. I want the designs to feel badass, but also include symbols and images representing each indentity in a good way.

The idea is having some sort of mythical creature that is either represantative for the community or very popular to be the heraldric animal in the center, while the shield on which it is depicted on should be decorated by things symbolizing that identity/sexuality, like flowers assoaciated with it or certain symbols or signs, to make it all look more decorative. I am also thinking of maybe adding some sort of writing to them as well, I think it's called a „blazon of arms“ with a motto or a something added on it. It is still all very much a work in progress and what you see above is a detailed sketch that is still prone to change. So I am open for suggestions and ideas to help me come up with an awesome set of coat of arms for the pride community :D

I am still looking for mythical creatures that would fit the following identities:

Aromantic (maybe thought about a sphinx, that might look cool)

Bisexual (couldn't come up with any creature that just feels right)

Pansexual (actually thought about just using a satyr or pan themself)

Achillean (since I did sapphic, have to include this as well, thought about maybe using a mintaur?)

Intersex (couldn't come up with any creature that just feels right)

Please let me know in the comments what you guys might come up with or dm me directly.

If you would like to support my art, I do have an online shop. Lots of pride merch and gay dinosaurs over there :D