gigi

. #hopebait⠀᭬🍏᮫᭮ᮬ⠀#peacebait # lovebait⠀⠀

[wordfather]

did you hear? they're saying if you open your eyes to it, love is everywhere to be found. its everywhere its everywhere its everywhere

[stuckinapril]

I’ve been thinking a lot ab this

[darlingofthecrypt]

drunk reader trying to make out with Ellie in the backseat of a taxi x mostly sober Ellie trying to get her to settle for tender affection because of the driver

ohhhh to be in this position with her 😩 TW: lazy writing

“wowwww, thank you uber driverrrr” you slur, climbing into the backseat of the car. your girlfriend grips your arm tightly in her hand, trying to keep you balanced

the driver gives you an irritated stare that you don’t seem to notice, but ellie picks up on it

“sorry about her. i’ll leave a good tip” ellie laughs, getting in the car behind you

you lean in close to her, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, you pout as she shrugs you off

“seatbelt” she says like a demand

“mmmphhh” you whine, ignoring her and pressing your lips just under her ear “you smell so good”

“you’re wasted” she smirks “sit in your seat” she says it in her serious, no bullshit tone

“baby” you whine, moving your kisses down her neck

“how’d you even get so drunk? i swear i only took my eyes off you for twenty minutes” she teases

“m’ not drunk” you lie hopelessly, still leaving sloppy kisses on her skin

“oh really? totally sober, huh?” she jokes, pushing you off her gently

“kiss me” you pout

“babe, be respectful. seatbelt. now.” she demands

you scoot back with a pout on your face “you’re so mean”

ellie leans over and buckles you into your seat “there, look how pretty and safe you look”

you lift your legs, resting your feet on her lap, needy for any contact

ellie starts to massage your calves “do your feet hurt?” she asks. you always wear the worst shoes, and you never learn your lesson

“mhm” you frown, looking down at your heels

ellie frowns back at you “I’ll rub ‘em when we get home, okay?”

“will you make me pasta too?” you ask, clearly pushing your luck

“you’re spoiled, you know that?” she teases as her hands move higher up on your legs

“I’m not spoiled at all, you won’t even kiss me” you complain stubbornly

she takes your hand in hers and brings it up to her lips, placing a slow, tender kiss on your knuckles “i know. i’m so evil. but yeah, pasta. whatever you want, it’s yours… when we get home”

[kosmogrl]

drop dead gorgeous princess tom holland I will fight you

[kosmogrl]

[alcinas-vanity-stool]

There is something happening to me….

I think….I might be pregnant right now…

[chaalatte]

˙⋆☕︎ ༘ one order...coming right up! brewing... ⤵︎

𑣲. >⩊<.ᐟ ❝ Man, Fuck Being Friends. ❞

♫ Wicked Games - The Weeknd rue bennett ! + blk female reader

drying humping bestfriend! rue during a sleepover, after a long time of not seeing her . <3

ᨳଓ . chaalatte

"You still got a crush on that one girl?" Rue chuckles lightly, and leans back on the pillow. Y/n just got done painting Rue's nails a pretty baby pink color, with her initials, R.B carved on her middle and ring finger.

"Dude, be careful. I just fucking painted your shit." She frowns. "Mm..but nah. Things changed a lot since you left, Rue. I kinda just stopped being attracted to her after a while."

Bennett pouts, "I wasn't gone for thaaaat long."

"You were gone for the whole summer. I really missed you alot."

"You know I missed you too, [nickname.] Come to me. You're like about to fall off your bed." She sticks out a hand at Y/n, playfully pulling her to the other pillow next to her.

A sleepover was mandatory for the two childhood friends after Rue came back from rehab. It was an anxious summer for Y/n, constantly asking for updates from Leslie to see how Rue was doing. When she came back, everything that was once normal fell back in place.

Y/n was always aware of her sexuality and her attraction to women. In 8th grade, she got asked to the middle school prom by a girl named Lucy. She was so scared on the idea of her first kiss backfiring, that Rue helped her practice. Her best friend. Odd enough, she never really thought of her outside of platonic relations.

Rue has always been attractive. Her staggered demeanor with her effortlessness has always made her stand out in every room she stumbles across. The expressive eyes and pouty lips always captivated you, even if intended not to. A stranger outside of your friendship would probably assume the two of you have some weird shit going on with each other.

Rue studies your face, analyzing the small changes to your appearance she probably missed after two months of not seeing you.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

"I changed my hair up a bit. Put in some highlights."

"I know, it really does suit you. Nice shit." Rue hums, admiring your fresh new highlights, noticing how the color illuminates beautifully with the buffet lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Come closer. You're so fuckin' far." The curly head muttered, and roams her hands down to your ass, pulling you closer to her chest. Her smirk grows a little, as she cracks a laugh. "That girl couldn't handle all this, anyway."

You roll your eyes, and scoffs a little. "Rue, stop playing with me."

"I'm not, I'm so serious! I'm glad y'all didn't end up together."

"Yeah..she was kind of crazy, anyway. Kept on asking for my location everytime I wanted to get out the house."

"Well I always know where you are. I don't need tracking to figure that." Rue says matter-of-factly, and positions her arms behind her head as she stares at the ceiling. Your room has always been the same since little. The cut out pink stars decorated on the ceiling used to be Rue's favorite. She would always purposely turn off your lights so she could see the glowing.

The two of you drifted toward completely different styles. You found yourself interested in the softer things. Gorgeous jewelry scattered all over your body: your ears, wrists, neck, and waist. Outfits paired up with tiny lace tops that made your boobs perk up just right, and bottoms that seem crafted for your hips. While other girls your age try to figure themselves out, feminity just came natural to you. That's what people love. It's sexy seeing a girl so beautiful in her own skin.

Rue, on the other hand, stirred in the opposite direction. Oversized hoodies replaced her old, fitted shirts. Her curls grew messier, her posture more lean back. Her entire presence is undeniably more on the masculine side. She never concerned herself on the typical feminine beauty standards and focused on what made her feel more comfortable. Standing side by side, the contrast between you two is obvious. Somehow, everyone thinks you two belong together.

"You know, I still haven't kissed anyone besides you that one time."

Rue turns her head towards you, a look of small shock on her face. "You serious?"

"Yeah."

"Aw shit. Y/n." Rue thinks for a second. "I kinda assumed you've already kissed on all those girls you used to talk to in the past."

You shake your head, and reach out your hand to play with the strings of Bennett's black hoodie. "No, you're legit my first and only kiss."

"You want one again?" Rue smirks jokingly, and presses a small kiss on your cheek. Her eyes shoot glances at your sleepwear. Black sweatpants, and a basic black tank top. You giggle a little at the kiss, and enjoy the feeling of her arms snake on your exposed waist.

"Just c'mere. A little closer please. Let me help? " She guides your body with her big hands, helping you climb ontop of her lap. She sits upright to be able to hold you properly.

"That's better." She grins.

"You're so irritating, Rue."

"I know. But you like it, right?" Rue remarks hoarsely. "I like this piercing on you." She stares down at the pink-and-gold belly piercing dangling from your navel.

"Mm, thanks. I got it at the beginning of summer. Didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

"Pretty. I mean you always are."

You smile a little, a familiar rush in your lower body happens whenever you're around Bennett. She seems to be the one who can nail you down. During past experiences, you portray the more dominant side and act like a little bitch towards whichever girl you were talking to. Sassy, demanding, and difficult. Your walls were constantly up, but never with Rue.

Suddenly, the taller girl leans towards your lips, pressing a gentle kiss. She tasted like intoxicating. You should've probably been worried about that, but in that moment you just didn't care. The wet sounds of kisses filled your bedroom.

"Mm," Rue moans into your mouth, her hands easily sliding your sweatpants off and rubbing on the soft material of your panties, palming your ass. It felt good to finally taste her kisses again. You whine a little and grab at her hoodie to signal her to take it off.

Rue pulls out from the kiss and says in a raspy voice, "You want this off, pretty?

You nod your head and watch the way her smug smile got bigger as she reaches her arms to remove her hoodie off. Her messy curls hung over her white undershirt. You help her remove her shorts off, now remaining in her Hanes boxers. Her dark brown eyes looked up at your needy expression.

"God, you're so gorgeous." Rue states and lazily moves your hips up and down on the crotch of her boxers. You can't even process the fact that you're dry humping. Your mind is stuck on how good her lips taste, her tongue exploring yours.

A few minutes go by of low moans and whimpers coming from mainly you, while Rue effortlessly uses you like a little ragdoll, helping her reach her high. Your panties are stained wet, each movement of your clothed clit pressing against Rue's sends you into a spiral.

"Man, fuck being friends." Rue grunts lowly and her hands press marks against your thighs. "You feel so fuckin' good, mama. You tryna do somethin'?"

[littlelittlebear]

50% dumbfuck nasty 50% fluffy 100% gay sex with roommate, jock!ellie. the biggest, horniest dork ever barely proofread

ellie said she was gonna teach you drills. dragged you out onto the campus field at 2 am for some "brain powering movement" before another round of studying. nothing too abnormal– the perks of friendship with the captain of your school’s soccer team! you were in good hands. the best hands. strong, capable, experienced hands. ellie’s fingers shallowly pumped in and out of your soaking cunt.

the freezing grass tickled your cheek as you whimpered. her lips brushed lightly against your own; your forehead; your nose, as she leaned over you. her eyes never fully closing as you kissed, not wanting to miss out on looking at your fucked out face.

“gooood girl. Takin’ my fingers so good. yeah,” she chuckled as your eyes began to cross and roll backward. “Eyes on me. Hey,” she said with faux-sincerity. her free hand lightly tapped your cheek. “I’m not back there, am I? No. Ellie’s right here.”

you tried to look at her properly, straining to orient your eyes straight on. but then she hitched your leg over her shoulder to spread you open and wide for her, the pads of her fingers torturing your g spot. Like magnets, your eyes flipped back up. “oh– oh ellie, I can’t–” any words you attempted divulged into broken moans and babbling gibberish.

“whining, whining, whining.” she muttered, though unable to hide the fondness in her tone, the pure smile, the goo goo eyes. just half of her flushed face was illuminated by the single flashlight she brought and, mid-kiss, tossed on the grass somewhere. “so perfect for me.”

you squirm at the praise. “feels–” a too-loud moan ripped through you at a stronger thrust of her fingers. there isn’t zero security, so ellie slams her palm over your mouth and stops her ministrations. your eyes widen in a silent apology. “feels good.” You whisper-mumbled against her hand.

A quick look around. Her green eyes narrow as she makes out any guard shaped figures cast under the far away lamp posts lining the field. Her fingers start up again, a slow tempo, as she checks. “coast is…” she looks back down at you, swooping down to kiss you deep. She mutters against your lips. “without clouds. ships may sail. sailors gettin’ wet. we're tubular, baby.”

you laughed through your nose and whispered between kisses. “i like you, funny girl.”

she blinked, and her eyes crinkled as she preened. “Well,” she laughs breathlessly. “I like you, too. But you should, um,” inside you, she picked up the pace in tow with her rambling. “If you get me too mushy, it’ll throw off my performance and if i don’t make you come i will – babe, stop laughing, are you laughing or moaning? – i will throw myself out our dorm window. I’ll land on your Sedan. you’re a fuckin’ goddess and i need to make you cum. dirty filthy style and, most essentially, focused. Kay, baby?” as her tangent went on, her fingers mindlessly went faster, and you could only moan and struggle to nod in response. “Good. Yeah. Doin’ so good.”

She looked down to see where her fingers appeared and disappeared in you, humming pleased when your wetness spouts over her fingers. “You are so fucking hot.” Still gazing down at your pussy, she presses wet, warm kisses onto the side of your hiked up knee. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” her brows pinch as she watches you make your mess, as if she were the one getting fucked. Her forehead is smeared with grass clippings that rubbed off from your knee. Her short nails grips your thigh like a lifeline as her own hips begin rutting against you, a slower pace compared to her fingers drilling in you. Her bright pink, kissed lips drip with a mix of your spit.

At the sight, the heat in your belly spreads lower, gets hotter. Your thighs tremble as your short, fast ah ah ah moans pitch higher and higher.

“fu-uck, yeah,” she whimpered, broken. “yeah, yeah baby girl cum on my fingers, can you say ‘ellie’ for me, baby? ell-ie, baby, gotta say it for me.” she panted against your leg as her eyes danced between your face and your ruined pussy.

“ellie!” you screamed as you came, head thrashing and back arching, hands into fists and pounding against the grass as ellie’s fingers guided you through the strongest orgasm of your life, her lips parted and eyes glassy in awe.

once you came down, she removed her fingers from you with a wet-sounding schlick. She held them in the shape of a hook, so she could carry a small pool of your cum straight into her mouth. She moaned around her fingers and swirled her tongue around them to catch every drop.

Your chest heaved as you gazed up at her, not bothering to smother the heart eyes blasting her way, the way you usually would. “Gross.” You whisper, not unlovingly.

Her mouth smacks open in cartoonish offense, her fingers still on her tongue. She pushes the middle one out between your faces. “Don’t yuck my yum.”

You kiss her finger. “Yuck.” She puts it away, miming how one would holsters a gun. You giggle. “Got a warrant for that, young lady?”

She nods seriously, and shifts her weight to bracket your head with her hands on the grass. “Mhm. ‘Cuz you’re mine now. So I get to have my way with you.”

“Ah, I see. Makes perfect sense to me.” You hum and crane your neck to kiss her, which she eagerly meets.

She parts a measly inch, ignoring your upset whine. “And, now that you’re mine, you better get used to tasting yourself. I am eating you out, and if you don’t kiss me I will–”

“You’ll land on my Sedan, I remember. I suppose, with vigilant, vigorous exposure therapy, I’ll get used to the taste.” You simper– and yelp softly as she nips your cold nose.

Ellie snickers. “that's right, you’re in good hands.”

this one goes out to all you sedanettes out there. #sedan nation (i cant drive)

[oeing-oeing-clay]

wow dude jts so awesome that your car is loud as fuck and smells worse when it drives past. thags fucking epic man. i really like how it hurts to listen to you drive past and it scares people. thats awesome man. i really like your car that makes a loud as fuck fart sound. fucking epic dude

[yurivoid]

vi smoking a joint while you ride her strap… need that. she’d take huge puffs and exhale right into your face, but she wouldn’t offer you a hit - you need to focus, after all. still, though, you get a little contact high, so by the time you finally come and squirt all over the strap, you’re all lightheaded and a little dizzy and perfectly pliant when vi lies you down and eats your pussy like she’s starving <33 that’s all bye

[liirker-at-thresholds]

I really like how the scientology speedrunning trend is developing, in this clip we see that the participants are

Not deterred by the closed door

Working as a group

Protecting their identities

Inflicting material costs to the institution via property destruction

Getting away at the end

These ideas were not all here from the beginning. They are genuinely gaining experience that can be applied elsewhere

[maebeelater]

calling the one singular lesbian couple with a happy ending forced diversity in a show known for featuring disabled people, poc, and queer men is just weird and shady and you know it.

[anarchistmemedistro]

[insulalien]

Cassie "the strap" McKay

[wearingyoudown]

underrated fashion diva

[the-quasar-hero]

It’s extremely fucked up that some ppl try to make you feel stupid and immature for hoping for a better world. You say you want world peace and mfs think you need a pacifier; dawg, I just don’t want ppl dying from violence. This idea that ppl simply must die as casualties of war is misanthropic to say the least.

[stuckinapril]

Tbh