#steal the style

[neosmanlymancave]

someone stop me before it’s too late

[aliettali]

personally i think that after watching leo almost die donnie should be allowed to upgrade past “dum dum” as a pejorative

[somerandomcockroach]

Please, every time they make temporary peaces to fight against something bigger, they have a little sweet chat with each other, canoodle or anything, and go back to their lovely war

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

you’re borrowing your boyfriend!jason todd’s…

hoodie

it’s big, it’s warm, and it smells like your big warm boyfriend. of course you stole it. luckily jason runs hot..or that’s what he tells you at least. the man gets cold too, but he’d never tell you that. not when you look so cozy in his sweatshirt.

sweats

your favorite thing of his to match with his hoodie. his sweatpants are super warm, super soft, and super baggy. meant for ultimate comfort. jason loves it when you go full out sweatsuit in his clothes. like, loves it. you’re like his own personal teddy bear to hold on to while he falls asleep. who needs sweats when he has you to keep him warm..in his.

t shirt

sometimes, when the weather’s warmer, you’ll steal one of jason’s shirts to thrown on over a pair of panties. you’re oblivious to the fact that this combination makes jason go absolutely buck wild. somehow you’ve never made the connection. but more than once he’s found you sprawled across the couch, watching tv, and ended up going down on you. his head nestled between your thighs as you grip his raven locks. his hands are fisted into the loose fabric of his shirt that you’re wearing. he’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking, your moans intermingling with the wet, borderline pornographic, sounds that he’s creating with his mouth on your clit. he never lets you get him back either, even though you know he was grinding his crotch against the couch, chasing that sweet friction and release along with you. but he always just sits you atop his lap after, kissing your cheek as he brushes your hair out of your face. grips your thigh as he makes a comment about the show playing, your panties long forgotten on the floor.

underwear

you never get very far wearing a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers. for one, they’re pretty loose on you, so you have to roll the waistband a couple times, which just gives jason a prime view of your ass. they also just make it so easy for him to get his hand down the front, his strong fingers expertly finding your clit like he’s memorized a map of your body. which, in some ways, he has. it’s not long before you’ve come, once, twice, almost a third time, and he’s pulling his own boxers off to free his stiff cock. it points out, the tip leaking, and you’re opening your legs wider without even realizing it. he grabs your waist, sliding you closer to the edge of the bed, making sure you’re ready before he slides in, burying himself in you. he bottoms out, and you’re throwing your head back, a third orgasm threatening to crest as he starts up a rhythm. the muscles of his stomach ripple as he thrusts in and out. one of his hands is on your waist, the other slowly snaking its way back down to your clit. your toes curl at the feel of his calloused thumb rubbing circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. he’s groaning, low in his throat, at the way you look on his cock. it never gets old for him, ever. the way your cheeks flush, how adorable your blown out pupils are when you look up at him. your wet lashes, your messy hair. your entrance clenches around his cock as you come a third time, your hands gripping the bed sheets. jason comes along with you, groaning loudly as he paints your insides with white ropes of cum. he pulls out, wetting a washcloth in the bathroom. the wet, warm fabric feels like heaven against your sensitive folds, your boyfriend wiping away the mixture of fluids between your legs. you feel pleasantly boneless, sinking into the pillows at the head of the bed. your boyfriend cleans himself up after, settling into bed next to you. jason wraps his strong arms around you, and it’s better than any clothes you might steal. but what you don’t know, is that he’d let you steal his clothes anytime.

[olessan]

[cowardlykrow]

“Not my circus, not my monkeys”… Except those are his monkeys and they are the circus

[akiiame-blog]

hands you a sleepy boy :]

[sherrymagic]

You're lucky I let you sleep inside. I'll kick you out on the street. I'm not going. No matter how much you kick me out, I'm not leaving.

Yin Anan as JACK and War Wanarat as JOKER JACK & JOKER | EP. 6

[moltinglobster]

seraphim lawor,,,,,,,,,,,my mbabie,,,,

[thatseadog]

Click for better resolution Jesus Christ

HAPPY THREE KINGS DAY TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE IT !! Y FELIZ DIA DE LOS REYES MAGOS PA MIS PUERTORRIQUEÑOS 💯🔥💯🔥

Puertorican chip angst will NOT go in the Jay n Gill household

fun fact Gillion didn't quite understand that you're supposed to just.. throw the grass around the floor in a path to symbolize their arrival, and he did infact eat most of the grass

[101suouexpressions]

Soft boy, casual energetic teenager, and Suou. That's it. That's the style.

[amateur-weatherman]

note: this meme was not created by burnt-out-bisexual

[yuutaguro]

women.jpg

[itscherryterry-again]

1000000k dollars and I'll finish this WIP from last year

[studioboner]

painted @tsaikonautz 's lab rat AU Tails! its such cool desing

[khickuwa]

the sillies all year round...