All I Think About Is Them

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backwards, sideways, missionary, cowgirl, doggystyle, on the train, on a plane, on the table, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, vertically, horizontally, until the paint peels off the walls, the bed breaks, and the neighbours call for help

i am willfully delusional about oscar piastri. i don't care about numbers or statistics or anything real. mark webber and i are on op81 future wdc cloud nine together and yeah maybe it's dubiously foggy up here but the view is still beautiful. nothing can shake our resolve

because they all love and hate each other to varying degrees like patrick loves tennis and tashi and art but art the most and art loves tennis and patrick but he loves tashi the most and tashi loves tennis the most but none of them can have the thing they want most so they use one another to get closer to it and in the aftermath end up resenting each other for what could have been

Mike Faist as Dodge Mason Panic | S01E07

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MDNI 18+

jason todd's controversially younger girlfriend ❤︎ ໋𓈒

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

warnings: receiving (m), spitting, mentions of anal and cream pie, vaginal sex, age gap: reader in 20’s jason late 30’s

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you being jason todd’s younger girlfriend had its perks, like clinging onto his strong biceps whenever you went out, your perfectly manicured nails that jason paid for gently scratching his rough skin. your eyes would always light up when you caught him staring at them, “like ‘em jacey?” you beamed, showing the baby pink nails off. you always allowed jason to decide what colour to get. his personal favourite was a soft pink tone, as it always contrasted nicely with your outfits and looked even better when your hands were wrapped around his fat cock.

jason spoiled you rotten, whatever you wanted, you got. the two of you went on weekly shopping trips, you dragging him into every single damn shop whilst trying a significant amount of clothes at the same time. you would twirl in the little dresses and skirts that barely covered your ass, your cheeks slightly exposed at the slightest movement. though jason didn’t complain, he could fight and you looked great, so what’s the harm?

if there was something that jason loved the most it would be seeing you all dolled up like a princess in the prettiest skirts and dresses that he bought, your hair done nicely with your makeup on. best believe you got princess treatment everywhere, it ranged from the small bare minimum things like opening the door, cooking dinner, holding your hand, and the side walk rule. but he also made sure to show you his love and affection through words and actions, complimenting you regardless if you were dressed up or not, making your favourite coffee in the morning to save you time from waking up early, and gently washing your hair in the shower.

the one place where you didn’t get princess treatment, was the bedroom. jason had no shame in treating you like a slut and his own personal toy to fuck and fill with his cum. it ranges from him shoving your head down onto the pillow, your perky ass up whilst he fucked your cunt from behind, making you a whiny mess dribbling all over the pillowcase and chin. “you’re so good for letting me use you like this,” jason grunted as he gripped onto the soft flesh on your hip, kneading it. “m-mph! jacey!” you moaned into the pillow, though it came out rather muffled. jason would use you until he was satisfied, filling up both of your holes, your cunt and ass, making them leak and clench around nothing all swollen. occasionally, when eating you out he would spit on it, mixing his cum with yours and with his own saliva.

jason loved watching you suck his cock, the way your eyes went glassy with tears, your mascara running down your cheeks with your lipstick all smudged around the corners of your mouth, smearing onto his cock was enough to make him cum. occasionally, if you became too lost and dazed, where your movements became slower and more sloppy, your eyes zoning out, jason would pull you away from his cock, sliding his thumb into your swollen lips before spitting in it.

boyfriend

never you, honey

yeah guys i wanna make him my personal trampoline 💋💋