Imagines about G-Eazy

(PART ONE) Meeting The Gillum's TAKE ME DOWN TAKE ME ALL THE WAY DOWN TONIGHT - G-Eazy imagine ~~~~~~~~~ Imagine living next to Gerald Gillum your biggest enemy and hearing your parents invite them over for dinner. You start getting ready by drying your hair after your shower and curling it to nice lose curls, you apply nice gold eye makeup and surprisingly perfect eyeliner and a reasonable amount of mascara. You decide on the red dress over the lilac one just because your black heels would look nicer with it, you start to head downstairs and you hear the door open just to see the Douchebag of the neighborhood Gerald. He likes to think he’s an amazing rapper so he demands people call him G-Eazy bit I think he’s an asshole, though he is the hottest guy I’ve ever see- NO YOU HATE HIM WHAT ARE YOU SAYING UGH! anyway… we all walk into the kitchen to see a perfectly cooked meal consisting of chicken parmesan with steamed vegetables as a side and spiked green tea as a drink. I was never one to drink but my his family and mine were and of course Gerald went straight for the drink. We all took a seat and of course Gerald had to sit right next to me, what a prick! I took a mouthful of chicken and listened to my dad tell a joke and I laughed covering my mouth. “Don’t you dare talk with your mouth open y/n it’s very rude.” My mother spat. I swallowed and nodded looking down embarrassed as everyone got silent, of course Gerald had to smirk and butt in. “Mrs. Y/l/n I can definitely help her with that.” He said shooting a quick wink your way, you scoffed as your clueless mother asked him what he meant by that him obviously replying “I can help her not speak with her mouth full” he says while placing his hand on your thigh slowly rubbing up and down. My mother still clearly didn’t understand but she dismissed it with a laugh and continued to ask the Gillum family questions while Gerald leaned over and whispered “I know we hate eachother but I can’t stand seeing you in that dress any longer and my jeans have never felt this tight around me before. I’m going to tell them that I’m taking you back to my house to show you around so I can get you out of that god damn thing, got it?” You quickly nodded as Gerald simply stated his dishonest intents of showing you around his house. Though you hated him you never had a reason to and deep down you always knew it was because you had this deep obsession with having him fuck your brains out.

Imagine Gerald waiting for the concert to end because he knows you're backstage and horny as fuck.

Imagine Gerald trying to figure out how to use a vibrator on you.

Some G imagines coming soon!!!

Goals at my concert is to get my boobs or ass signed

Gerald Earl Gillum fucks me up.