Nicki: Black Women Never Get The Recognition That White Women Do In The Media, Systematic Racism Is An

nicki: black women never get the recognition that white women do in the media, systematic racism is an issue

taylor: how dare you come for me like this...? stop pitting women against each other....we're all one woman......the human women..❤

#36 LUKE?!? OFJDJLSJ

“I wish I could hate you,” Luke mutters as he kisses down your torso, “I wish I could hate this.”

You huff and grip his hair, pushing his head lower as you lift your hips, “God just shut up,” you mutter, earning a chuckle from him as his large hands spread your legs and he opens his mouth over your pussy, covering as much of your cotton covered folds as he can, pressing his tongue flat against the already soaked fabric of your underwear.

“But you love my mouth,” he murmurs as he nuzzles against your inner thigh, his scruff tickling your skin and making you soak further before lifts his head, his long fingers curling in the waistband of your underwear to tug the material down.

“When you aren’t talking, I fucking worship your mouth,” you breathe, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths as you kick off your underwear, your legs falling open for him.

Up until recently you and Luke couldn’t stand each other and the fact that you slipped and ended up fucking one night a few weeks ago (which has since turned into a consistent no strings attached arrangement) hasn’t changed anything. Except maybe.. you think as your stomach flips deliciously when he smirks. No, feelings aren’t allowed here. You have a good thing going for the both of you- he gets you off, you suck his dick. You’re helping each other out.

Unless he…

“I think I’m the one that does the worshipping, babe,” he says, cutting off your thoughts as he lowers back down to his stomach between your legs, his arms looping around your thighs and tugging you lower, your legs hooking over his shoulders.

“Right now you’re just babbling,” you say, gripping his hair again and guiding his mouth to your clit, a shaky sigh leaving your lips when he follows your lead and draws your clit between his lips.

“Fuck,” you huff, your back arching as he licks down your pussy, his hands pressing against your hips to keep you from moving as he slicks his tongue inside you and you can’t help but think that you’re totally screwed because you can’t pretend to hate him anymore.

Send me a boy and a number! 

5sos + kids

Post-bubble bath 💦

Tattoo Artist!Luke looking like a Grade A arsehole with his dark tattoos covering all of his body up to the top of his neck and always seeming to have a cigarette in his mouth, but only you get to see the side of him where he pulls you closer in the morning when you go to get up, pressing small kisses to your neck and whispering a quiet “stay a bit longer, baby” and god forbid anyone found out about the time that he bought you flowers on your first date and ended up not being to hide his smile and pink cheeks when you took initiative to interlock your fingers with his