I VOLUNTEER As A Masc Lesbian Who Never Does Her Makeup Pls Do It For Me

I VOLUNTEER🙋‍♀️ as a masc lesbian who never does her makeup pls do it for me 😫

god i just wanna do a girls makeup while sitting on her lap

i love cats

They must not be separated

Day 100 of the Israeli Genocide In Gaza Strip

7 October - 14 January 2024

CEASEFIRE NOW

garlic bread makes me cum

absolute perfection um………part 2 pls 😄

Two can play at that

clingy!reader who won’t stop distracting college!Ellie when all she wants to do is finish her damn report

“you’re up early?”

This woman could be the end of you and you wouldn’t even care.

All things considered. you’re not a possessive girlfriend by any means, just too damn addicted to Ellie Williams. And that’s putting it mildly. It’s her world and you’re just simply living in it. You reckon she’s got some sort of gravitational pull on you, locked in her orbit. Only time will tell what will become of you. But you know what you’re not even mad—

“shh. I’m being a real adult today.”

Your girlfriend has a finger drawn to her lips, green eyes fixed to the laptop screen. She glances up at you for split fraction in time, only you would go that route.

The pout you’re currently giving her, it’s cute and all. In fact it takes everything in her power not to give in. To smother you in kisses, her precious precious girlfriend, caress your hair, whisper sweet nothings—

But she can’t.

not gonna give in

Ellie knows your tactics by now. It always starts off like this, you feign an innocent look. Play the role of the caring girlfriend.

“babe you study too hard. how about a little break?”

There’s a glint in your eye, Ellie can feel your body heat all the way from here. She swallows, looks away.

“can’t. need to finish this lab report”

Screw the paper. She almost says

A little break?

Pftt yeah right

In your world that translates to something else, that does not pertain to a little “break”, more so your fingers between her thighs. Something along those lines—

Is that what you want?

Perhaps so, and maybe you’re a brat, it’s not like Ellie doesn’t have responsibilities outside of you, there’s college, assignments, lectures, but you can’t help it. The prospect of waking up to a cold bed, rather than your girlfriend’s tender touches isn’t exactly your ideal way to spend a Sunday.

“why do you even need a degree anyway? like, for real? you have me.”

You’re still in that sleepy stupor as you say this, slurring your words a tad bit, your right arm supporting your frame. Ellie notes the way you rub at the knot in your neck. Almost tempted to hurl her laptop, take you in her arms immediately.

One strap of your top slides down. She bites her lip, tries hard not to stare, but her gaze does linger momentarily. Trailing alongside your lips, your jaw, your collarbones, your breasts. In an alternative universe, she kisses you hungrily, takes you, slow and steady, phantom moans ricocheting around her dorm

But she can’t give in dammit she still has so much to do.

Instead she grins, brow raised, green eyes challenging you, a look that screams

Is that so?

Her eyes flicker back to the screen, pretending to ignore you but then goes

“right cause it’s totally your life’s ambition to be my sugar mommy.”

Voice laced with amusement.

“are you saying that’s not the plan here? cuz I kinda thought it was the end game...like forever.” you retort

She can almost taste your shampoo.

Fuck

Whenever your words border anything remotely shocking. Or something Ellie doesn’t anticipate. She’s a goner. Your girlfriend’s so damn cute sometimes, and hot the way her ears go red, face flushed, and you swear even her freckles multiply by the minute.

Ellie’s voice hitches in her throat, fingers faltering on the keyboard. On cue her cheeks turn pink.

Damn you

She feigns aloofness, like your cheeky remark didn’t have the desired effect. Her mind blanks for a sec.

“oh. my. god— you’re really gonna get clingy on me, huh?”

my clingy clingy girlfriend

You have her wrapped around your little finger and she knows it.

“I’m not clingy” you frown. You look ridiculously cute, battering your eyelashes like that.

Ellie snorts, you continue

it’s not my fault I want you to myself

“—just wanna spend time with you and snuggle you”

and take care of you

and make sure nobody hurts you

But you don’t say all that.

Ellie tilts her head, her smile so endearing, she closes her laptop. Slowly gets up from her seat.

“yeah? and go on couple-y picnics under the moon? buy me flowers? all romantic n’ shit.”

And just like that you’re in a trance.

“maybe i’ll just leave my physics degree—”

You see the way Ellie watches you curiously, approaching with caution, green eyes fixed, never leaving yours.

“—and just focus all my energy on your needs and wants instead?”

She’s being rhetorical. Of course she is. Perhaps two can play at that.

You gulp. Her gaze unwavering. Throat tightening. You know how Ellie is, she can be a real sucker for romance and a total sap sometimes. But right now, there’s an intensity to her gaze. She’s got you in the palm of her hand. But you won’t let her win so easily.

“that’d be great actually—”

You challenge, tongue heavy, words tumbling out faster than you anticipated.

“—in fact, I think you should just drop out and take all your pretty things and come live with me”

Ellie moves closer and closer, she’s getting in your personal space, exactly where you want her. The air is getting heavier, warmer. Her breath tickles your jaw. You shift your body further back, head touching the headboard. There’s a softness to her voice.

You smell like strawberry scented shampoo.

“maybe you should move into my dorm.”

Breathy whisper. It’s teasing. It’s tempting—

god she’s pretty

“is that the plan then? to be all sweet to me until i’m head over heels in love with you?”

Ellie smiles more and more, her lips curl into that impish grin, she wraps her arms around your midsection, leaning her forehead against yours. You wish you could press her to the sheets, pull her against you but you can’t. Not yet. She’s doing all the touching, taking all the initiatives, the power is in her hands while yours is shaking.

“oh yeah I’ll be very sweet—” she moves lower, down your jaw, kissing along the arch. You feel your skin heat up.

“—until you’re madly, deeply in love with me” her voice sultry.

Ellie parts the hair from your face, making you tingle. You’re dizzy, head spinning. Pink lips finding the nape of your neck, gently nipping. Oh dear god. She’s playing with fire.

You tug down her body, hands on her back, settling on her ass. Squeezing ever so lightly, urging her on.

Ellie holds back a moan.

You bite down on her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark. But hard enough that she groans in retaliation, you’ve no intentions to hurt her though. As some sort of consolation, you suckle, nibble, kiss, then nibble again. You’ve always known how vulnerable she is around her neck area.

“sorry baby”

Ellie pulls at your hair, leaning her whole weight into you, she’s not trying to hurt you either. Hips grinding, eyes half closed, lips parted.

“I know a way you can make it up to me?”

God the way her voice is laced with underlying meaning.

“how…” you murmur softly, voice raspy. Breath coming short in waves, there’s a heavy heat building up inside you.

Ellie grins, plants a kiss to your lips before getting up.

“by letting me finish this damn report”

All you can do is stare after her. Blatant stare. The look on your face is palpable, red.

You’re panting, mind spinning. You’re such a mess, a hot mess. As if that hadn’t been established a long time ago—

“you’re such a dick you know that?”

You pout a little. You’re not sure whether to be annoyed, laugh, or just be completely enamored.

Can she blame you?

You’re just aren’t used to not having her undivided attention.

palestinian children are dying of heart attacks and seizures during israeli bombings.

palestinian children have to get their limbs amputated in their homes by their own parents because there are no hospitals left in gaza.

palestinian children and adults are getting infections because of the lack of menstrual products and lack of access to clean water.

palestinian babies are dying before they’re born, or their mothers are dying before they can be delivered.

palestinian babies are being buried under rubble and have to be dug out by civilians.

palestinian children write their own names on their arms so their family will know which dead body is theirs.

these are just the children and babies of gaza. these are the atrocities just for them. there are countless human rights being trampled on by israel and we see it everywhere. i saw all of these things just today.

and yet it’s still a debate on if israel is committing the most heinous of crimes despite being heavily documented. it’s fucking ridiculous.