#as long as they don't do it in the kitchen lol

[justcallmedom31]

Ig it's Storytime with Dom now @not-so-local-lesbian lol Where do I begin. Hm. I really don't know how to start but basically, two bandits broke into my family home last week, and now i'm recovering from trauma 👍 Now for the long story. For context first. My grandparents built a home here where I live, that's in the Philippines. Locals call it, the Engineer's House, for the sole fact that my late grandfather was a mechanical engineer, who designed and built the home himself before he passed away 8 years ago. There's swimming pool, a pond, a farm, and a lot of mango trees. 80 Mango Trees to be exact. Quite proud of them heh. I am set to inherit the land in a couple years or so. I forgot how large the lot is exactly, but it's enough to fit a couple basketball courts within heh. Last week, two bandits broke into it. Thank gosh, my family and I weren't there at the time, as we were in Quezon City, hanging out with my two aunts from Australia who were visiting. How did we know the broke in? They were caught by my mother's CCTV she installed in the living room. At 2:28 AM, my mother was notified by the motion sensor, to which thankfully she was awake at the time, talking with one of my aunts. At first she thought it was a spider, but upon closer look. There was a man going down the stairs. She originally thought it was ghost, but looked closer to find that they were indeed, bandits. Two Bandits. their faces were covered. So, my mum panicked, and my aunt. my other aunt woke up to the panics, and also panicked herself. I woke up around the time they realized two people broke in, and rushed to call our relatives who lived nearby. Thankfully, we managed to wake up one of my aunts who lived in the same barangay (that's sorta like a village ig). Her husband went in with a flashlight which managed to scare away the bandits. and boy, was it a mess inside. And yeah, that's what happened. My family had to pack to drive all the way there to investigate what happened and clean up the mess inside. While we drove, which took 6 hours, the police were notified of the incident and investigated the crime. I won't go into too much detail from what happened when we arrived, but from what I could tell of investigating it myself, the two bandits were spying on the home from the mango trees outside. around late night, they made their way in over the fence, and up to the third floor balcony, through which is where they broke in. they searched through everything on the second floor. Only thing they could find that looked valuable was my late great-grandmother's bag of old coins and a few bags. When my relatives scared em, the only thing they managed to steal was two. fucking. bags. TWO. BAGS. OUT OF EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE. OUT OF THE VASES AND TECH. THEY ONLY MANAGED TO STEAL TWO FUCKING BAGS. I'M NOT BLOODY JOKINGG what's even funnier, is when they were inside our home, they fucking drank water in the kitchen and even popped out some of the ice, and wine. Oh yeah, and they also saw the cctv and managed to take it out, but THEY DROPPED IT OUTSIDE THE HOME. ALONG WITH THE BAG OF COINS LIKE WHAT?? HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?? The coins date back all the way to 1972, so i understand they can't really be used... BUT LIKE, THEY STILL HAVE VALUE??? WHY WWOULD YOU DROP SO MUCH ON THE GROUND?? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DROP EVERYTHING??? It's a good thing at least, that they dropped them. BUT WHYYY???? AND ALSO GET THIS. THEY LEFT THEIR FUCKING TOOLS INSIDE. EVERYTHING. AND THEIR FINGERPRINTS. AND SANDALS. AND EVEN HOODIES. THEY'RE SO STUPID LMAOO So, yeah, there's my story. it was really traumatizing knowing i could have been there that day. and. i could have died. Because they had weapons when they broke in. the weapons were discovered to have been hidden under the bed. But yeah anyways, theres storytime for today. i'm going to be fine too dw, i can walk it off :PP

[l8niteth0ts]

neighbors: reiner x fem! reader

pairing: older! reiner braun x fem! reader

content (MDNI): age gap! older! reiner x fem! reader, reiner is mid thirties, reader is a consenting adult (i always envision reader around 24-26 but you can imagine her your age as long as you're 18+), valentine's day, man nextdoor, p0rn with a little plot, unexpected s3x, pu$$y eating, f!ng3r!ng, female 0rg@$ms, p in v s3x, etc etc. NOT PROOFREAD SORRY! 18+ ONLY, MDNI. tyvmmmm...

word count: 3,465

a/n: sorry for not posting for a minute! i am suffering bad from writer's block lol. i always envision reiner with a southern accent idk why 😂, so he has a little bit of southern slang but nothing crazy. also, sorry if the storytelling is so dumb i'm trying my best lol! anyways, as always, please be 18+, mdni!!! thanks!! <3

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today was the day of love, and you had no one to spend it with. valentine's day has always been your favorite holiday - candy, ribbons, chocolates, roses, joy, and sharing your feelings with your loved ones. you usually had someone to spend it with, but this year, you were alone. you'd moved out of your family home a few months ago, to a new city, and you didn't really know anybody. well, except your neighbor, mr. braun.

mr. braun seemed like a nice enough man. he was often sitting on his porch drinking iced tea, enjoying the sunshine. sometimes he was reading, but no matter what, every time he was out there, you noticed his lingering stare.

you weren't doing anything wrong. sometimes you were tending to your little garden of peppers and carrots and potatoes. other times you were checking on your flowers you'd planted. sometimes you were tanning in the bright sunshine. mr. braun always seemed to be watching.

you figured he was lonely. you'd never seen a woman or children entering or exiting his home. it appeared he just worked his nine to five and came home. the two of you were friendly enough, sometimes he helped you with moving your furniture around, or he'd help you when your appliances stopped working. he was basically your handy man, but also your friend in a sense. it was a nice thing.

you decided to bake him some cookies for valentine's day. you'd always thought he was very attractive, but figured nothing would come from it, due to your age gap. mr. braun appeared to be in his mid thirties, but you couldn't say for sure.

you finished icing the last pink heart shaped cookie, and smiled. the cookies looked beautiful with their white lace icing, and smelled like fresh strawberries and vanilla. you put away all of your supplies, and plated up the valentine's cookies on a cute pink plate. you quickly head to your room, and got dressed in a cute outfit fit for the holiday. after making sure you looked your best, you peeked out the window to see if mr. braun's truck was parked in his driveway. it was, so you swallowed your fear, and head out the door with the cookies.

you rang his doorbell, adjusting your skirt one last time. he answered it after only a few seconds.

"hello, mr. braun! it's (y/n), from next door. i brought you some cookies, happy valentine's day!" you smiled brightly, offering the man the plate.

he drank in the sight of you - beautiful and beaming with joy. "hey there, miss (y/n). that's awful sweet of you, why don't you come on in, you can set the cookies down on the table."

you nod, and walk inside mr. braun's home. you admired his interior, lots of browns and whites, and farm decor. there was a nice big fireplace in the living room, and he had a deer's head mounted above it. you'd never been in his house before, even though he'd visited yours quite a few times.

"kitchen's right this way," his deep voice came from behind you. you turned to look at him, his pretty brown eyes crinkled as he smiled.

his kitchen was warm, the sunlight shone through the windows brightly. he gently set the cookies down on the round dining table, and offered you a seat.

"do you drink?" he asked as he head towards the cabinets.

"yeah," you reply. "nothing too crazy. wine or vodka. i'm not really into whiskey or beer," you chuckle.

he nods, and grabs a wine glass and a smaller glass. he grabs a deep red wine bottle, and his bottle of whiskey that looks almost empty.

he sets the glasses and beverages down on the table, and sits with you. he pours you a glass of wine, and prepares his whiskey.

"so, (y/n), what made you come over to my place? those cookies look divine, if i do say so myself."

you felt your heart flutter and your breath catch in your throat. "well, it's valentine's day," you begin. "i wanted to bring you some cookies," you innocently play it off. you'd been attracted to mr. braun the moment you moved in, and he helped carry your heavy boxes into your home. it was almost like love at first sight.

"y'ain't got a valentine of your own?" he asks, sipping his drink. "not that i mind the company, oh no, nor am i complaining. just surprised."

you shuffle in your seat, a little uncomfortable, "no, not this year."

he nods slowly. "ain't nothing wrong with that. well, you're here with me. we might as well make it a nice day, hmm?"

your heart races, pounding against your chest so hard you're sure he can hear it. "thanks, mr. braun. i'm glad i have you to hang out with."

"please, reiner is fine," he corrects you, taking another sip of his drink. "i feel so old when you call me 'mr. braun,'" he chuckles.

"okay, reiner, then," you smile, his name sounding like honey dripping off your lips. he liked the way it sounded, too.

after a few glasses of wine and whiskey, the two of you were certainly far past tipsy. you were on the couch, watching a romcom together. his hand on your thigh, slowly trailing higher up, towards the hem of your skirt.

"so, why's a girl like you not got a valentine this year?" he asks softly, brushing your hair out of your face.

your face flushes, "well, when my ex boyfriend cheated on me, i broke up with him last year," you explain. "i just haven't been looking for anyone since then. i think i'm done with guys my age," you laugh.

"oh yeah?" his voice lilts, and he turns closer to you. his breath is warm on your face, "gonna give us older gents a try?" he teases.

you giggle, and scoot closer to him, if that were possible. "might just have to," you tease back, looking into his sweet brown eyes.

he studies your face, inching closer, waiting for you to retreat, but you don't. he holds your face gently in his hand, and presses his lips to yours. his stubble tickles your chin, but his lips are soft and warm. you lean into the kiss, your lip-gloss smearing onto him. he pulls back after a few moments, and studies your face once more for any discomfort.

"you sure you wanna do this, darlin'?" he asks gently.

you nod, and grab the collar of his shirt and pull him close once more. you press your lips against his again, savoring the way his mouth feels against yours. you gently swipe your tongue along his lower lip, and he opens his mouth gently, and you press your tongue against his, tasting the smokiness of the whiskey. he relishes in the fruitiness of the wine on your tongue, and his hand makes it to the back of your head to pull you closer. your tongue massages his, and you gently bite his lower lip. he lets out a quiet grunt, and he readjusts himself to where he picks you up by the waist, and puts you on his lap.

you can feel his growing erection underneath you, and you lightly grind your hips into him, relishing in the way he feels. his arms are big and strong, his hands are large and warm, his fingers are skilled and calloused.

he pulls away from the kiss once more, and he begins to leave warm kisses on your jawline, kissing up to your ear lobe. he kisses and nips your lobe, and you let out a soft sigh. his mouth works its way back down your jaw, down your neck, leaving kisses in its wake. he suddenly stops kissing, and picks you up once more, and carries you down the hall to his bedroom.

once inside, he sets you down on his king size bed, the blue sheets and blankets feeling soft and cool to the touch. he closes the bedroom door, and removes his shirt. you admire his chest and torso, smirking at him.

"what?" he asks, suddenly afraid you don't want this.

"you're just hot, that's all," you tease.

his face flushes a cute shade of pink, and he approaches you. he helps remove your shirt, revealing a sexy red bra underneath it.

"damn," he compliments. you blush, and smirk again. his large hands grope at your breasts, his skin is so warm. he massages them, and you tilt your head back slightly, relishing in his touch. he then unclips your bra from behind, and you slide it down your arms, quickly removing it the rest of the way. he groans at the sight of your breasts, admiring them, and his mouth moves to one while his hand moves to the other.

his lips are wet and warm as they touch your nipple, and he gently sucks on it, causing you to gasp. his stubble tickles your breast, and his grip on your other breast tightens, but not enough to cause pain. his teeth graze against your nipple, and he pulls it into his mouth, sucking on it and lapping his tongue across it.

"mmm, reiner," you gently moan out. "feels so good~"

his heart swells, and he switches his hand and mouth for the other breast. he continues doing what he was doing, gently biting and sucking on your other nipple now, massaging the previous one. you gently massage his cock through his tight pants with a bare foot, and he groans beneath you. "fuck," you can hear him mumble against your breast.

"rei rei," you moan out, testing the nickname, "i want more of you, please..."

he pulls away softly, "well if you want more, then that's what you'll get, no questions asked," he complies. he pulls down your skirt, and removes his pants, leaving the two of you in your underwear.

"holy hell," he whispers to himself, admiring your figure beneath him. "you're like a goddess," he mumbles as his mouth makes hot heavy kisses from your breasts to your stomach, down to your hips and thighs, and finally - to your clothed heat.

"rei, i can't wait," you whine, eager to get attention where you desperately need it most. your core is aching for attention, throbbing in anticipation. your panties must be soaked by now with your arousal.

"i'm going, i'm going," he chuckles. his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, and he pulls them off in one swift tug. you kick them off, leaving them to be forgotten about on his floor.

his eyes widen and he licks his lips, admiring your full figure beneath him. "i'm one lucky man," he whispers, and he kisses your pussy gently, starting at the top, and working his way down your slit. you moan softly, and one hand travels to your breast.

he looks up at you, and presses his tongue flat against your slit, and he licks up multiple times. you moan again, and your other hand travels down to his head, and entangles itself in his hair. his tongue pushes past your slit, and he has it make its way inside your aching hole. his stubble continues to tickle you, but it also feels just right. you gasp, and your grip on his hair tightens. he moans, his voice vibrating your core, and your eyes roll back.

his tongue flicks in and out of your hole, and he moves a hand to your clit, and starts rubbing it in tight circles as his tongue continues its movements. you buck your hips into his face, eager for more. he moans again, and he pulls back to spit on your cunt. then, he sticks his tongue out and spreads the spit/slick mixture around, and he travels up to your clit, and you feel the cool liquid trailing down to your ass, certainly soaking the sheets beneath you.

his tongue encapsulates your clit, and you let out another breathy moan. his teeth lightly graze against your clit, and he sucks it harshly, as if it were a valentine's day sucker. "rei rei," you breathe out, feeling an orgasm approaching. the coil in your core is getting tighter and tighter, making your insides feel all warm and fuzzy.

"mmm," he moans on your clit, savoring the way it tastes and the noises you're making beneath him. he pulls off for a moment, "you taste so good, darlin'. can't get enough of you." he takes your legs and wraps them around his arms, and pulls you flush to his face, and he continues abusing your cunt with his mouth.

your grip on his hair tightens, and you pull it harder, causing him to groan against you again. his tongue is flicking on your clit at an incredulous pace, and he brings two of his thick fingers to your hole. he easily slides them in, due to the wetness, and he immediately begins to pump them in and out of you at a slow pace, and he begins to speed up a bit. his fingers easily reach that yummy spot inside of you, causing you to see stars. he then slips a third finger in, and you gasp. he smirks slightly as his mouth continues sucking on your sweet clit, and he begins to make a scissor motion with this three fingers. his index and middle move together, while his ring finger moves opposite to them. his fingers speed up faster, matching the speed of his clit-sucking, and you move a hand to the headboard for support. your legs keep threatening to close around his head, but his strong arms keep them wide open.

the stretch feels so good from his fingers, you can't help but continue moaning loudly for the man. your hand moves down to your breast, and massages it, twisting your nipple, desperate for more, more, more. you feel your coil inside tightening more, and you know an orgasm is knocking at the door, threatening to break it down. "rei, rei i'm g-gonna, gonna-" you get cut off by a high pitched moan, as you suddenly release all over reiner's face.

he's in heaven, he laps up all of your juices, not letting anything go to waste. once he's cleaned you up with his mouth, he pulls his fingers out of your hole, and it makes a soft pop. he groans and licks his fingers, savoring your juices once more.

he stands up, and quickly removes his boxers, his large, thick cock free from its prison. you gasp, and feel your pussy flutter at the sight of his heavenly dick and his sexy blonde happy trail. "c'mere, darlin'," he groans, as he arranges you two to where you're on top of him.

you happily oblige, and rest on his lap. "just checking once more, you're sure you're okay with this?" he confirms one more time. you nod yes, "i need to hear you say it, darlin'..."

"yes, reiner, i'm sure i want this, i've wanted this for a while," you accidentally admit. is it the wine or the desperation for him talking? who knows, but now the cat's out of the bag.

he groans in pleasure at your confession, "me too, darlin'. ever since you moved in, i've wanted you." he smiles softly at you, brushing your hair out of your face once more. you feel your face turning red at his confession, the two of you in the same boat.

you slowly grind your hips along his erection, earning a gasp from him. "c'mon, don't tease me, darlin', why don't you put it in and see what i have to offer?" he jests.

"i'd be more than happy to," you reply. you align yourself with the tip, and swipe it up and down your slit, gathering arousal to act as lubrication. you brush him against your clit a few times, moaning out softly at the pleasurable sensation. finally, you line up with him, and push his head inside your tight ring of muscle.

the both of you groan at the sensation. he's incredibly thick, thicker than the three fingers he prepped you with, and you're incredibly tight around him. "oh-oh my gosh, hahh," you hiss as his cock stretches you out.

"fuck," he moans. "you're s-so tight," he gasps as you push him in slightly further. "god damn."

"i-i think you're just r-really big," you chuckle, as you continue to push more of him in, about halfway now. you see stars as you push the rest of him inside, fully seated on his cock. you gasp, catching your breath, not used to feeling beyond full like this.

he blushes at your compliment, and rests his hands on your hips. "let me know w-when i can move, darlin'," he whispers, his fingers rubbing your hips softly, as in to comfort you.

you nod, and a few moments pass. you start feeling desperation more than pain, and you say, "okay, i think you're f-fine to move..."

he nods, and grips your hips tighter, and slowly pulls himself almost completely out. his eyes travel down to where the two of you are just barely connected, and he curses. it's unbelievably sexy. he watches as his thick cock pushes itself back into your tight warm cunt, and he groans. the way your hole sucks him in makes him want to ravage you then and there, but he doesn't.

he continues to watch himself slowly pull almost out, and push himself back in, admiring the way your hole grips him so tightly, the way he fits so snug inside. "reiner," you pant, "c-can you please go faster?" you plead, grinding yourself on him, trying to get friction on your clit.

he nods, and holds you tighter, picking up the pace. you moan in delight, your toes curling. his thick cock is slamming in and out of you at a decent pace, and you can feel the tip of him kissing your cervix. you place your hands on his chest for support as he picks up the pace.

"d-does it - hahhh - feel good?" he pants, looking into your lust filled eyes.

"mmhmm, so-so good, rei rei," you moan, still grinding yourself on him any time your hips meet. "y-you're ama - hnnng - amazing~"

his heart swells again at your compliment, knowing he's making you feel good. as if pride overtakes him, he increases the pace, his balls heavily slapping against your ass, causing you to moan more frequently, higher pitched. reiner continuously groans and grunts beneath you, feeling his high coming soon.

you feel yours, too. a hand goes down to your core, and starts rubbing against your clit vigorously, trying to cum before he does. "hahh, ahhh, mmmmmm," you pant as your orgasm builds and builds. "oh my - gahhh - god, y-you feel so good in-inside of me~" you praise him.

his thrusts harden, "y-yeah?" he groans. "trust m-me, you feel fucking - hnnng - incredible, da-darlin'," his face flushed, his forehead sweaty. "you gonna c-cum soon?"

"mhmm," you nod, your fingers moving at lightning speed on your clit. you gasp, desperate for more air. your vision blurs as you feel your second orgasm wash over you, coating reiner's cock inside of you entirely.

"fuck," he whines, as his load is threatening to spill. he quickly pulls out, and turns you around so now you're under him. he quickly jerks himself off, and moans loudly as his seed splurts onto your stomach. "oohhhh, fuck~" he whines again, his dick incredibly sensitive.

he quickly finishes, and chuckles as he smiles at you. he gives you a kiss on the forehead, and says that he'll be right back. he quickly turns towards his master bathroom, and comes back with two towels. he gently cleans up his mess on your stomach, as well as wiping the sweat off your forehead. he cleans himself off, too. he tosses the towels into his hamper, and grabs you one of his shirts to wear, as he pulls on a pair of boxers himself.

he lies in bed with you once you've put on his shirt. he offers you a place on his chest to rest, and you do.

"this wasn't just because we were drunk, was it?" he whispers in your ear as he brushes your hair out of your face once more.

"no," you whisper back. "i really like you, mr. braun," you confess again. "i don't want this to be a one time thing..."

"me neither," he agrees. he kisses the top of your head softly, admiring the beauty beside him. "then, miss (y/n), how about we go on a real date for valentine's day this evening?"

you smile and nod. "i'd love that."

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[lilacashes]

Obsessed with the fact Caleb can't bring himself to say no to the MC so here's a few small scenarios for it, there will be nsfw under the cut so this is very much a minors do not interact situation lol.

Asking him to take you shopping? If he's not already with you he's picking you up asap, going with you to all your favourite stores while you pick out stuff that you want, if you go into clothes stores he'll try to secretly buy you some stuff he wants to see you in. Definitely won't let you carry the bags even if they're light, he's spoiling you and making sure everyone can see it. If you don't have many bags he's gonna have a hand on your waist or in your back pocket the whole time, always making sure he's touching you, if you do have a lot of bags then he insists on you holding his arm "just so you don't get separated" is the excuse he gives but really it's just cause he needs to feel your touch on him as much as he can.

You miss him and want to see him? He's finishing up his work as fast as possible and getting himself back to Linkon and straight to your apartment as soon as possible, if he's got jobs that can be put off for another day he'll do it, anything to get him to you faster. The second you open your door to him he's got you in his arms and just holding you, most likely closes the door, picks you up and carries you to the sofa to sit together just holding eachother, few kisses here and there. It doesn't matter if he was there the day before, he wants to always be with you and if he can he will, if he can't he's there the second he's able to be.

Now cycling back to the first scenario, the things he secretly bought that he wants to see you in, some of those are outfits, others are cute pairs of underwear that he couldn't stop visualising you in, he'll have you change into them the moment he gets the chance to. He may not be able to say no to you but he's also greedy and has things he wants too.

Once you're in the underwear and clothes he bought you he's definitely getting turned on and fast, after all you look so cute in them, how could he not get turned on. He soon has his hands all over you, saying things you know are excuses and he knows you know are excuses but it's too fun to make them so he can't help himself. "I just have to make sure it fits right" is his favourite one to go to, but you and him both know him squeezing your ass isn't checking to make sure it fits, slipping his hands down the waistband of the clothes on your lower half to feel up your crotch, squeezing at your chest, none of that is checking to make sure it fits, you're both well aware he just loves your body that much that he can't keep his hands off of it.

If you don't feel up for sex at that time he might ask if he can grind himself against you until he cums, he's definitely cumming on your underwear.

If you do feel like having sex at the time then you'll find yourself on whatever surface is closest, sofa, table, kitchen counter, bed, the wall, heck even the floor, he can't wait long enough, the underwear definitely stays on though, either pulled to the side or pulled down a bit so he has full access to his favourite place beneath it.

I'll let your imagination run wild from here, trying to keep this one as gender neutral as possible however if I try to go into more detail it ends up pretty obviously afab (I'm afab myself and not all that confident writing amab on the receiving end)

[ronearoundblindly]

Made up fic title: ...and action!

From this ask game. It's amateur pornstar!Lloyd time!

[For a hot sec, I did think of Steve just being terrible at doing a commercial, BUT he was only good when he had the '40s Cap bravado on stage and in those Youth Lessons videos played at Peter Parker's school. So we are going the way funnier route of Lloyd embracing his horridness and straight up f**king for fame.]

Warnings for--you guessed it--sexual situations and smut lol. MINORS DNI. This post is not for you, bebes.

He plays a home inspector; you're a housewife in the middle of a divorce and trying to get whatever money you can out of the sale for this house. Lloyd is 'amateur' because this is a side gig that promises not money but getting off (both physically and egotistically), and he does not give a shit about the premise or lines.

The script calls for fucking you in every room. That's good enough for him.

Since there's intentionally not a love connection, even better, and Lloyd really leans into demeaning dirty talk which has you crying on his cock, bent over the kitchen island as he makes you repeat what he said was wrong.

GDFIs. You need to put GDFIs by the sink. For safety.

"You're not fucking safe, though, are you? Got nobody to spread these thick thighs for once this loser's gone, huh?" He slaps your ass and pulls out. "Next room, pumpkin."

He's surprised you last as long as you do before coming with a scream mid-dialogue. Lloyd improvises holding you on his cock so you don't fall off the fucking settee, and this tiny, genuine 'thank you' escapes you, eyes locked with his, before continuing as planned. Shit, he's not sure whether that meant thanks for the save or thanks for the orgasm, but he'll take either.

There's one instance he got soooo close to blowing his load early when you came on command--purposefully, scripted--but the reaction of your cunt was glorious and forceful. He's never made himself pull out before. He's never had a reason to delay. He's really, real-life mad he had to deny himself that, and he takes it out on you for the rest of the shoot.

Lloyd's just that little bit more mean, more intense, more evilly intimate. He can tell you are sincere when begging him to slow down, to give you a moment, but he doesn't. He knows you're going to come again, knows you'll probably squirt after that last water break had you chugging a whole bottle, and knows the camera is exactly where it needs to be.

Amateur? Sure. Grade A Fucker anyway? You bet your sweet, juicy ass he is.

You're...welcome????

[Main Masterlist; Fic Title Only Asks; Lloyd Hansen Masterlist]

[cyborgsara]

Buck and Tommy are endgame and Buddie is dead as a doornail. In this essay I will - (no but really there's an essay under the cut lol)

No one's gonna read this but here I go:

So I decided to take my shipper goggles off (mostly, I still love them sue me) and go back to watching as GA member, starting from s7. And it's certainly interesting to see things in different perspective.

Firstly Buck's storyline with Tommy was definitely tied to Eddie from the start. Yes he wanted Tommy and only Tommy but up until the Madney wedding I think they could have gone either way if they actually wanted to do Buddie. Like to me the bachelor party is the break off point. Tommy and Buck weren't that serious yet and if anything were to happen between Buck and Eddie it would have happened there I think.

There was the Buddie karaoke scene and a lot of things were cut from the episode and it also struck me as very odd the way Eddie was sassing Tommy at the bachelor party. I don't know how these things are filmed but in my mind since this was LFJ's "last" episode from his 4ep contract they could have gone the route of "Tommy was just the first and very passionate and fun but not a long term partner for Buck" so you know Tommy shows him the ropes and dips and that opens the door for Eddie to have his gay awakening and then Buddie becomes the canon ship. Add to this they could have done a storyline where something happened at the bachelor party that made Eddie question if his feelings were just platonic etc etc. (Eddie is also surprised Tommy is gay but doesn't seem to be surprised about Buck so that leads me to believe he knows Buck's been flirting with guys for a long time. The "go for the title" kitchen scene also reads to me as Buck is flirting with Eddie but Eddie is not reciprocating it and just kinda scoffs about it.)

None of that happened tho and looking back on in now, to me that seems like the cut off point for Buddie.

If we look at Bucktommy on the other hand they are living a romcom. We don't see a lot of them in s7 but after the wedding episode it's mentioned that they are still together and Buck seems the happiest he's been in a long time. We also get the stamp of approval from Bobby and a little teasing from Henren to show us that they are actually going pretty strong and the found family is glad about the relationship.

I also think Tommy was ready to try for a full relationship from the first date before it got ruined. After he realized Buck hasn't actually dated a man before he probably course corrected to try to be the best first male relationship for Buck and conditioned himself to not take it too seriously. But he hadn't met anyone like Buck before. He gained a perspective into who Buck is through their second chance coffee date and he was baffled by his speedrun through coming out and actually wanting him to go to a wedding where all his most important people will be attending. I personally think Tommy was extremely hesitant but also so awestruck by Buck that he just made sure Buck actually want's to go with him "are you absolutely sure", and when Buck said yes he thought fuck it I'll make the best of this for however long I have it. So he is content to just go along for the ride even when he doesn't think his relationship with Buck is that serious or that it has an expiration date.

So they have their cute little dinner dates and talk a little bit about their pasts but the tone is still very light and the conversations never really go that deep because one or both of them just want to bask in the happiness of the relationship.

But then Buck has a whole meltdown about his relationship that he doesn't even tell Tommy about and overcorrects with the moving in thing and that's when we gain the insight into Tommy. He is not just this cool pilot guy, he has a hell of a lot of baggage and is a runner, so that's what he does. Even though their breakup hurt like hell (which is partially to blame for all the shit that came afterwards) it was necessary for their story or relationship to have any kind of real merit compared to the other main couples.

Watching the last episode I was actually 70% sure we wouldn't see Tommy and that the "leaks" was another scam to make the bucktommy shippers look stupid for believing it. If I had only watched as GA before it aired I probably would have expected it more but that was the reason why I went back and watched the episodes for what they were. And that leads me to believe that Tommy and Buck are it for eachother. A lot fo things are still up in the air but their story is at such a delicious point right now where we just wanna know more! We know they both care about eachother (love confession around the corner???) we know about everything that Buck has gone through but we still have so much to learn about Tommy. I'm not at all concerned about Tommy's comment about him being Eddie's competition. No matter how he meant it, it's Buck's feelings about Eddie that really matter here. And he isn't pining for Eddie. He isn't in love with Eddie. Eddie is his brother and best friend. I'm very curious to see if they'll address Tommy's comment on tonights episode and what Eddie's take on it will be. But I'm not worried that either Buck or Eddie is pining for the other.

Ofcourse I can't say I'm 100% sure about them being endgame but from this point on people aren't gonna care about another potential relationship for Buck because; intentional or not Tommy is IT for Buck. You can't make a more perfect LI for him if you made them in a lab. And buddie isn't happening, that ship has sailed (see the reasons above and also RG doesn't want to do it). So from this point on if the creators want GA to care about Buck's romantic life in any capacity, it's Tommy or nothing.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk, peace out!

[cellularfish]

What if Dick kissed Jason through his helmet as a joke?

At first, Jason joked about how the only time he'd accept familial kiss is when his helmet is on. Dick takes it seriously and kissed Jason as Red Hood.

Jason didn't mind because Dick kissed his helmet, duh. Not his cheek.

Then Dick managed to kiss his cheek for real, it was out of gratefulness or affection or both. Jason was surprised at first but he allowed it, not like Dick is going to kiss him often. Right?

Right?

Oh boy, he was wrong. The kiss on the cheek became more and more frequent until one fateful day, Jason turned his head around as Dick when he's about to kiss him, causing their lips to meet.

They're both equally surprised and embarrassed but eventually agreed it doesn't mean anything, it's just an innocent kiss.

And then they keep kissing, kissing turned into make out session, make out turned into touching, touching turned into sleeping together for real.

Do you see my vision? Do you see how equally funny, angsty, awkward yet hot it sounds?

[ikemenomegas]

good-ending!kakashi and itachi need to have a little former traumatized geniuses cooking club where they get comfortable with making little "mistakes" and putting imperfect dishes on the table and improvising without needing to explain themselves like it's life or death

[misc-obeyme]

Do you think Solomon knows he cooks bad? I mean even poor beel didn’t eat it.

Oh, anon... this is something I have been debating with myself about pretty much since I started playing this game.

Does he know?! I honestly can't tell.

Arguments for him being aware of it: Solomon is smart. He's no dummy. He's actively aware of the fact that people try to keep him out of the kitchen. Certainly he's seen the results of his own cooking being destructive to both property and persons. Other characters have basically said to his face that he's terrible at cooking. What are the chances that he genuinely doesn't understand? They seem slim to me. In which case, he either doesn't care about any of those things and blatantly disregards them OR he's purposely doing it even more just to troll everybody.

Arguments for him being clueless: He keeps cooking. He's genuinely said how much he enjoys doing it. He's never once acknowledged the fact that he's bad at it. He always responds to people expressing concern by somehow redirecting what they said or misinterpreting it. Especially in Nightbringer, he often offers to cook for himself and MC. He doesn't just make horrible things, he expects people to eat them like they aren't horrible at all.

Is he delusional? Or is he just messing with everybody?

I'm pretty sure someone (was it Barb?) said that the reason his cooking turns out so crazy is because he's pouring his own magic into it without realizing. Sure, he's talked about not following a recipe, but unless he's baking that really isn't an issue. Baking requires precise measurements of things, but if he's just cooking, then it's really okay to just eyeball things. (I rarely use recipes and I have never caused a kitchen explosion.)

And considering how his cooking often has magical consequences, this makes sense.

So it's possible that he's just unaware of what he's doing and really thinks everybody's just exaggerating.

But it's also possible that he's figured it out at this point and he just keeps doing it because watching everybody try to stop him is funny.

The fact that I can't tell is both endearing and infuriating lol.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent images I suppose ~

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I'm gonna post this hopefully quickly and then go make bracelets to distract myself bc I wanna get it out but not have to come back to it later . And I will be whining about this on main a lot so I might as well give yall some context first

[kyouka-supremacy]

Failed a social interaction 0 injured 1 killed (me)

[5231045]

attempting to map out 221b

[bambiraptorx]

Perspective Flip - MI - when Leo walked into Draxum’s house blasting music at like 3am? That from Draxum or a gargoyles pov?

So from the gargoyles POV, it's fairly obvious that the turtles are generally trying to be annoying. Maybe there's some wiggle room from the fact that these kids were made to be super soldiers and have a much higher need for activity/stimulation than the average teen, but given that the gargoyles have at some points been included in the chaos, they're aware that it's very much an intentional choice on the turtle's part. Why are the turtles' doing it? Well, the goyles don't know that, but they're plenty happy to prank Draxum once in a while and let the kids be weird, crazy, chaotic kids.

All that being said, they're fully aware of the fact that Leo breaks into Draxum's house to blast music multiple times. And they think it's hilarious. It definitely helps that they don't actually need sleep (they're rocks) and thus getting 'woken up' in the middle of the night doesn't bother them nearly as much as it bothers Draxum, but they also just think the situation is funny.

All in all, it's an extension of their relationship with Draxum- they trust him not to hurt a kid (especially since his mystic oath prevents him from doing so, even if Draxum did test the oath that one time) and they don't see it as a bad thing. Sure, if things went south they would probably try to intervene, although the odds of them successfully de-escalating a situation are a bit up in the air, but they don't see a need for that.

Besides, Draxum and Leo seem to be bonding over it, so why get in the way of a good thing?

ask game thingy

[boyslit-moving]

You hear loud noises coming from the kitchen. Drawers being opened and shoved close, metallic clattering, glass shattering, a cacophony of other things happening and suddenly... Complete silence. As you stand behind your door, your ear pressed to it, you listen... There's a "fwiiip" sound... Another "fwiiip". Someone grumbles "C'm'on... You little..." Fwiii- VRRRRRRRRRR- That's a chainsaw. You run out of your room. You do not usually keep a chainsaw in your kitchen, that much you were certain of, but the question was more: who the hell was using a chainsaw in your kitchen?!! As you run, your footsteps alert the intruders, and you hear one of them shout the order to flee the scene. When you arrive, everything is weirdly neat and tidy. There is something amiss. You start looking everywhere and you eventually find a lone piece of paper on the counter. It's one of those Mutual Bingo sheets. This one's still empty, though. You stare at it, squinting. You turn the scrap- Aha! The culprits have signed their crime! It's... You squint harder. Yeah, that's definitely a cowboy hat... And a bomb. And... an exploding lollipop. Oh wait, there's a message at the bottom: "To pass the time while we sharpen some IPC teeth in the name of anti-capitalism <3" The message is specifically signed with a rose. You knew you should have seen this coming. Feeling what might be the start of a headache, you:

.... heave a sigh, relieved that I didn't find the kitchen furniture in pieces at least. Well, I'm always up for anti-capitalism, and a good bingo sheet too. I sit down at the intact table with a pink marker specially selected for the Rose Mutual and consider my answers carefully.

I raise the marker, lost in thought. Without warning, the chair and table split apart into hundreds of near-identical cubes, as if it has been made out of small dice from the start and was only made to look like a table and chairs. The cabinets and fixtures soon follow suit, as well as the floor.

I clutch the marker and paper tightly as the deluge of dice whisks me away into the abyss. I wonder how I'll get this posted once I arrive at my destination, I think, reading the squares over again and marking them with little hearts. Oh well. I'm sure that'll be the least of my worries. I try not to make eye contact with a few others nearby, all of us awash on the currents of chance.

I'll mark an address on it, at least. Maybe the universe will see fit to pass it along. I write "littlekiara96.tumblr.com" at the top and fold it into a paper airplane. The wind whisks it away into a miniature wormhole. I lean over and let my hand drift through the current of dice. They are cool to the touch but the corners and edges soon batter my knuckles, and I shake my stinging hands. I sigh. These trips always take so long, too. I'm not looking forward to the walk back...

-

You awake in the morning peacefully, but there's an odd sensation on your face. You swat at it, certain it's your cat, but your hand hits a folded piece of paper instead. You blink. It's far too early for this type of silliness. Who put a paper airplane on your face? You unfold the plane, yawning, and read what's inside.

It's the mutual bingo sheet you left behind! You're surprised it made it back safely, but perhaps you shouldn't be, all things considered.

[loveanddeepdick]

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ hi angel!

obsesssed!perv!geto x f!reader || suguru keeps jacking off to you! stop it sugu!

here is a link to my obsessed!geto masterlist this fic is crazy btw pls click off if u get uncomfy

cw and notes: LOWK WRITTEN NASTYILY AND HORNYBRAINED, im gonna be honest its a mess of all the shit i like, kinda gross geto lol, groping, sir kink, dom/sub coded, obsession, unhealthy behavior, dubcon touchin, nudes, indecent exposure but in the comfort of your own home, piv sex, nipple play, creampie, teasing, masturbation, multiple rounds, posessiveness, this is a little insane of me but per the request of deepdick citizens i as your mayor will deliver, not proofead lol

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geto suguru has no shame.

from the moment you met him until now, he always says everything and anything on his mind. when he first asked you out, he pulled you aside, gripping your shoulder as he bluntly confessed to you.

"we'll have dinner tomorrow. 8pm at nobu," he smiled before patting your shoulder and walking away. you damn near got whiplash as you swiveled your head around, speechless as he just nonchalantly walked off.

but if you thought he spoke his mind without any repercussions, you should've seen what he did to the coworker who was harassing you. he's heard about her during one of your stories about work, crazy customers, unhinged coworkers, careless higher-ups.

she was long gone the day you returned to work.

in a way, he loved that you didn't mind his straightforward behavior , that you appreciated how transparent he was. but with that also came with your nympho boyfriend jacking off anywhere and everywhere in your shared apartment. he walks around with his dick out for fucks sake, and today, you swore he was on some aphrodisiac.

9:14am. friday morning.

you were cooking up breakfast in your shared kitchen, humming as you sipped from your mug. you heard the heavy creaking of suguru's feet on the wooden floor approaching as he yawned. he was inhumanly tall, lanky and skinny yet toned whenever he stretched.

he groaned scratched his stomach underneath his black tank, lifting it up to reveal his dark happy trail.

"morning, baby," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your neck as he leaned down, pressing his chest to your back as he inhaled your scent.

"brush your teeth, su-" you paused as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, behind you ears, and the top of your head. you silently cursed, feeling something hard growing against your back. "again, suguru?".

you lightly pushed his head back before he whined and buried his nose in your hair again, inhaling deeplty.

"you smell so good, angel," he was nearly whimpering, his cock growing harder, "please, baby, just let me have my morning fill,"

you bit your cheek to keep a poker face, grabbing bowls for you and suguru before bending over the counter

"help yourself," you playfully sighed before grabbing the pans and plating the food. he grinned, giving you kisses in your hair before pulling your pajamas and panties down, taking his cock out to jack off to your ass. "make it quick, suguru,"

"fuucck, youre so hot, just keep.. keep doing what you were doing," he spat into fist before fucking his dick into it.

"you're such a pervert, suguru," you mumbled, bending over a little more to give him a better view.

"keep calling me that, turns me on," there was hearts in his eyes, watching your cute pajama pants scrunched around your knees as your pussy and little asshole was twitching and puckering just for him.

like clockwork, he squirted white ropes, coating your pussy as it dripped down onto your panties. he kneeled down, pulling your panties up to your cum soaked pussy before he brought a finger up to run it against the crotch area, poking around at his sealed cum against your hole.

"so gross," you rolled your eyes.

"yeah? but you stand there, you take it, and you love it, don't you?" he chuckled, pressing his nose in to inhale as you yelp, making you bend over just a little better as he sniffed in the nasty mix.

with a kiss to your clothed pussy, he pulled your pajamas back up, getting back to his feet with a gentle smack to your ass.

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11:52pm, friday afternoon

you get a text during your lunch break from suguru. what could he need this time? well, you had an idea.

>'hi, angel im otw with some lunch for you'

>'doing what i asked you to, aren't you?'

you hid your blush even though you were alone in your office. there, under your tight skirt and white cotton panties, was suguru's load was pressed wetunder your panties, your thighs squeezing together and keeping the cum warm.

<mhm im in my office

>[video attatchment]

you opened the video with low volume. he was in his car, holding a polaroid of you. he's in the parking garage of the apartment complex with his zipper down, his cock pink and standing tall. the video is only a minute long as he jacks off to your picture, his cock tip nearly touching your face on the polaroid before he cums, covering the entire thing.

what a nasty man.

you hear a knock on your door before he comes in, your thighs instinctively trying to hide your arousal from his teasing words. you place your phone on your desk as he approaches, chuckling at the sight of your not-so-well hidden flustered face.

"what's wrong, angel?" he mocked, grinning before he stood before you, his pointer finger lightly stroking your jaw as you peered up at his form.

his tall, dark form is almost eerie as he leaned down a little to look at you. he had hurricanes in his eyes as they bore into yours before trailing down a bit to your cleavage poking out from your white button-up. what a pervert. even then, it was like peering into heaven after centuries damned in hell.

your arms drift up and around his waist before you embrace his toned figure, your cheek pushed into his sweater.

"my eyes aren't as low as where you're looking, you creep,"

"just means i can focus on two things at once, huh?"

you playfully slap him before he grabs your wrist, pulling you up from your chair and pinning your against your desk, your chest against his ribcage as he peers down upon you.

"missed you so much," he breathed out before his eyes trailed down, his hands coming up to trace your figure, his hands stopping to cup your tits through your clothes as you squirmed and closed your legs, "keep them open,"

his knee came in between your legs, parting them and leaving you. vulnerable to him.

"you been a good girl today, hm?" he chuckled, giving your tits a squeeze before one of his hands travelled down to your skirt, lifting it up to reveal your nearly see-through panties squished up on his leg.

"yes, sir.." you the inside of your cheek to bite back a moan as he began slighly moving his leg up and down.

he guided you to sit on the desk as he knelt, lifting your skirt as he looked at your panties with hearts in his eyes. you leaned back a bit so he could take them off. his fingers hooked both sides of your panties as he slowly peeled.

"ffuuckkk, angel," he hissed as the mixture of his cum and your arousal strung to your pussy as he pulled down your panties, the crotch area gooey and smearing the sticky substance all over your pussy.

you whined as he licked a hard stripe from your perineum to your clit, giving it a loud suck before leaning back, showing you the nasty mix on his tongue before swallowing it with a shit eating grin.

"gross perv- ah, fuck!" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his head dove in between your legs again, lapping at your pussy as he flicked it with his tongue and shoved his face deep between your thighs, using his hands to push them together and trap his face.

"suuguuu..." you whined as you grinded on his face

"use my face, baby, y'taste so fucking good, nobody knows this sloppy pussy like i fuckin' do," he pulled off your clit with a slurp before spitting on it, "say it. say i know this pussy the best,"

"y-you know this pussy the best, sir!" you gripped his long silky hair before your heart dropped into your pussy, "w-wait sir, something c-coming!"

"just let it happen, angel, let go for me, it's gonna feel good i promise," he groaned into your pussy before you twitched, convulsing as you squirted into his mouth. he latched onto your pussy, sucking your clit and messily lapping his touch as he drank your juices.

"so.. gross, sugu,"

"lunch break's over, sweetheart," he chuckled with a kiss after he helped you clean up, "tell your coworkers i said hi,"

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6:07 pm, friday evening

suguru loves watching you eat. he rarely ever works in person, preferring to have his spirit consultations online (where he loves to scam rich people who exploit others). before you come home from work, he makes sure to make you a nice home-cooked meal or get takeout from somewhere you love.

he watches you eat, savoring each spoonful and gushing on and on about how good it tastes. the small smile on his face looks like little cracks on a china plate. to any other person, it would seem as though his reaction was neutral, but you knew this meant he was ecstatic.

later, you flopped on your bed, landing atop the blankets on your back as you sigh happily from the food. he comes up to you, climbing into bed to sit against the headboard before he reached down and rubbed your stomach lightly with his thumb,

"tummy must be all fun huh, angel?" he chuckled, "should i put on a movie?"

you nod, rolling over onto your stomach as you rest your cheek on your crossed arms, shuffling pressing your side against geto's as he watches you swing your feet in the air a bit.

suguru puts on a horror movie and you groan, realizing it was his turn to choose. you haven't seen this one yet, an old classic thriller probably. some stupid killer on the loose with more stupid people getting killed probably.

he watches you, the way you seem so intrigued with the plot, the way your back moves up and down as you breath, your little laughs when the characters make a joke. he just can't help the blood rushing down to his crotch. the movie plays as you begin to drift off before you hear the shuffling of fabric.

before you turn around, you hear him cough and spit into his hand. the sounds of his spit-soaked hand going up and down his cock, sloppy and desperate for relief as he gets so turned on by you doing anything.

"suguu.. are you jacking off right now?" you gasp, your head whipping around to see him pumping his cock with a expressionless face.

"just focus, baby," he grunted, "you look so cute right now,"

you shifted, sitting against the headboard with him, snuggled up to his side as you watched him masturbate. it wasn't weirdest thing, in fact, this was probably the most normal thing going on in your home. he draped his arm around you, resting it on the headboard as you shyly watched him.

"you're so pretty, suguu," you breathed as he sped up his strokes

with a groan, he finishes on his hand, bringing it up to your lips so you could clean it.

"goood girl, always so obedient, aren't you?" he smiles as you release his finger with a pop, licking his hand clean and drifting your focus back to the movie. you try to swallow it covertly but the way his eyes dart to you face shows that he noticed. he nestled closer to you, his arm resting on your thigh.

the movie continued, suguru not even bothering to put his dick back and going bare in your room (ew) before his arm shifted again, the arm around you dropping lower until his fingers were grazing your shoulder. with a blush you squirm as his hand begins to travel down to your clothed chest, resting on it.

you glare at him before focusing on the movie again until you feel him squeeze it lightly, his finger coming up to draw circles around you covered nipple. biting back a moan, you drift your hand closer to his cock until the killer from the movie pops up with a loud bang, scaring you as you yelp.

your clothed clit grazes against geto's fingers as you jump. he holds back a laugh for your sake, watching you scared expression from the film as he keep his fingers against your clit. after a couple minutes, he begins rubbing it gently through your panties.

you moan, pawing at his wrist gently as you babble about watching the movie. he knew you didn't give two shits about the shitty cgi two-star film.

"you don't want it? tell me if you don't want it, baby, i'll stop," he mumbles against your hear as his groping and rubbing stops for a moment, waiting for your response only to be met with silence. he smiles against your ear before he lifts you up, laying you down on the previous position on your stomach again as he sits behind you.

"you wanna focus? then focus."

he watches you squirm, your fluffy pajama shorts hugging your figure as he can almost swear he can see your pussy. he stalks like a predator hunting prey behind you, trapping you under him as he pulls your panties aside.

"don't get scared, baby," he chuckles, "you jumping is only gonna make me feel good,"

he thrusts his dick deep into you as you moan, gripping the sheets as your feet kicked against the bed from the sudden intrusion. he pressed his body against you, leaning into your neck as he inhales your scent, his hand coming up to your face to shove his fingers into your mouth.

"y'look just like the person on screen, sweetheart," he grunts as you dart your eyes to the film, seeing the victims of the killer trapped in a basement with their arms restrained and their mouths duct taped.

what a strange movie.

he presses his body weight on your back as he drills mean thrusts deep into your pussy, his fat cock head pushing against your cervix as you drool on his fingers. you closed your eyes in fear of getting scared by the fictional killer again, but seeing your cute face all scrunched up and choking on his lanky fingers only made him thrust harder.

"shhuuuguu," you choke as he holds you down under him, his mean hips fucking you over and over again.

"gonna cum, angel? yeahh? good girl, take this dick-fuck, i was made for this fuckin sloppy pussy,"

he groans as you nod and drool, enjoying your slurry of words as he pushes his fingers deeper. you convulse and squeze around his cock, milking him until he came with a loud groan. he continues thrusting slowly even after that, letting you ride out your orgasm until he stills in your cum-fill pussy.

he takes his fingers out your mouth, popping them in his mouth to suck them before turning your face to meet his eyes. giving you a soft kiss on your lips, he carries you out your room to properly clean you up.

what a messy girl

[rafecameronssl4t]

73 Questions with Vogue || Drew Starkey x actress!reader

Summary: just you participating in 73 Questions with Vogue and it goes viral!!!

Warnings: fluff!!!

Word count: 1,935

A/n: It's been so long since I've written a Drew fic!!!!!!! Also I got inspired by my previous acc's fic so if it seems familiar to some of you who followed me from there, don't come at me, I loved the idea too much lol. CAN SOMEONE PLS SEND ME REQUESTS FOR DREW FICS???

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

"Hello!" You greet the interviewer with a bright smile, swinging open the door to reveal him and his camera. "Hi, Y/n! Mind if we come in and ask you 73 questions?" he asks, his tone friendly and warm. "Yeah, of course! Come on in," you say, stepping aside and holding the door wide open, gesturing for them to enter as the camera pans through the foyer of your house. The space is beautifully designed, with soft lighting that gives it a cozy, inviting atmosphere.

"Wow, what a gorgeous house you have," the interviewer remarks, his voice filled with genuine awe as his eyes take in the sophisticated yet comfortable décor. "Thank you!" you respond, the compliment warming you as you flash a radiant smile. "Is this your favourite house?" The interviewer asks, already settling into the rhythm of the questions as you lead them down the hallway and into the open-plan living area.

"Yes, it definitely is. It's in my home city, and Charleston means so much to me, just like this house does," you say, your eyes lighting up as you gesture around. The view of the beach through the large windows makes the space feel even more special. "I love the view," the interviewer comments, looking out at the sunset that bathes the room in warm golden light. "The sunset looks amazing from here."

"It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?" you say with a soft chuckle. "I love spending time in this room specifically. It feels like a little sanctuary." You both share a laugh, enjoying the peaceful moment. "What's your morning routine like?" The interviewer asks as the camera follows you through the coastal-themed living room toward the kitchen. You pause for a moment, thinking about your answer.

"I haven't had much of a routine the past few months because of work, but currently, I wake up to a strong cup of coffee and a walk through downtown," you share with a soft smile. "It’s become a little ritual to clear my mind before everything gets too busy." As you stroll through the warm, inviting spaces of your home, the camera captures the personal touches that reflect your personality—a mix of elegance and laid-back comfort.

A question about your career comes next, and you happily share some behind-the-scenes anecdotes from your latest film. "This," you begin, the affection in your tone unmistakable, "is a magnet Sydney gave me when we wrapped filming Immaculate earlier this year." You glance at the picture, a grin spreading across your face. "It’s a photo of the two of us in our nun costumes... let’s just say, not doing very nun-like things." You laugh, the absurdity of the memory still fresh, and hold the magnet up for the camera to focus.

The image shows the two of you mid-laughter, each holding a cigarette with exaggerated defiance, your habits slightly askew, as though caught mid-rebellion. "What's the best compliment you've received?" the interviewer asks, a hint of curiosity in their voice. You pause, your expression thoughtful. "Oh, that's a tough one," you say, your lips curling into a playful smile.

"I think the best compliment I’ve ever gotten was when someone said, 'You're like Meryl Streep… but, you know, with fewer Oscars.’" You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. "It was the kind of backhanded compliment that made me laugh for days." The interviewer laughs along with you. "That’s a good one," he says, clearly entertained. As you make your way towards the outside deck, the interviewer continues with another question. "Texting, calling, or FaceTiming?"

You grin as you lean casually against the railing, looking out at the beach below. "Oh, definitely FaceTiming," you say with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I’m terrible at replying to text messages. I’d much rather see people's live reactions, y’know?" A more personal question comes next, and you smile thoughtfully as the interviewer asks, “How do you handle the pressures of fame?”

You nod, taking a moment before responding. "I lean on my family and friends—they keep me grounded. And I remind myself that pressure is a privilege. It means people care about what I do, and that means a lot." Your voice softens as you speak, the sincerity of your words clear as you step into your home office, showcasing the awards and accolades lining the shelves. The conversation turns to your personal life, and a warm, affectionate smile spreads across your face.

"Congratulations on reaching your two-year anniversary with Drew!" The interviewer says with a grin, and you beam in response. "Thank you!" you reply, your eyes sparkling as you think of him. "Drew is incredible. He’s my biggest supporter, my partner in everything, and honestly, just my favourite person. It’s been such a special journey since starting my career, and I’m so grateful to have him by my side."

"What's the key to a successful relationship?" He asks. You pause as you walk through the hallway, your gaze softening as you think. "I think it’s communication and a lot of patience. No relationship is perfect, but being able to talk things through and genuinely listen to each other makes all the difference." You smile, adding, "Oh, and laughter—if you can laugh together, you can get through just about anything."

The sound of the front door creaking open interrupts the moment, and a familiar voice rings out, instantly making your face light up. "Oh, there’s Drew right now!" you say, smiling brightly as you move toward the foyer. The camera follows you, capturing the scene as Drew enters, with Nellie, your cocker spaniel, bounding beside him. "Hey, baby," He greets you as he slips off his sunglasses, pulling you close for a tender kiss

When he pulls back, his eyes widen slightly as he spots the camera. "Oh, 73 Questions with Vogue?" he asks, a playful grin tugging at his lips. You giggle, nodding your head. "I forgot you were doing that today," he chuckles. “Go ahead, continue your interview," he adds with a fond look before walking off with Nellie. As the camera returns to you, you make your way toward the stairs, glancing over your shoulder to find Drew already on the floor, happily playing with Nellie.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, captured by the camera momentarily fixated on the fleeting connection. "What's something people don’t know about you?" the interviewer asks, pulling you back into the conversation. You pause, thinking for a second. "I’m actually allergic to most flowers," you reveal with a sheepish laugh. "Really? I wouldn’t have known," the interviewer responds, clearly surprised. "Oh, absolutely! When we film Outer Banks, they have to shoot around the flowers, or I'd be a sneezing mess," you confess, casually walking backward while maintaining a steady gaze with the camera.

The tour continues through luxurious walk-in closet, filled with designer attire. “What’s your pet peeve?” You laugh, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "Oh, definitely when people chew loudly. It’s like nails on a chalkboard for me. Chase is notorious for doing it on purpose, so I avoid him during my lunch breaks," you add, giggling at the memory. "Where was the best vacation you’ve been taken to?" the interviewer inquires as you step into your shared bedroom with Drew, the ocean stretching out just outside the windows.

"I think I’d have to say Vienna with Drew for my birthday," you say, smiling over your shoulder as you look out at the view. “A song you replay often?” "Hm, I think Charlie, Last Name Wilson," you say with a grin, rifling through the records. "It never gets old, and it’s super catchy." You smile as you pick it out. "Most of you guys would know that this song is also Drew and Austin’s favourite, so we always play it on set," you chuckle. "Does the rest of the Outer Banks cast like it too?" the interviewer asks, laughing along. "They don’t have much choice," you joke with a grin.

"Is there anything from any set that you've taken home with you?" The interviewer asks eagerly. “Oh, I love this question!" you exclaim, opening a drawer to reveal a variety of souvenirs. "This is the bag my character 'Whiskey' from Glass Onion owned," you say, showing off the brown frill bag. "And here’s a pack of Italian cigarettes from Immaculate, they’re just props, by the way," you add with a wink.

You pull out a cowboy hat. "This one’s from Tom on the set of Billy the Kid," you explain. "And this," you say with a smile, holding up a ring on a necklace. "This is Rafe's ring, the one he gave my character." "What a beautiful photo of the two of you," the interviewer notes, pointing to the large black-and-white photo of you and Drew at a Vogue photoshoot above your bed.

"It is! That day was actually so special for us. We both got the call saying we’d been cast in our respective roles that we’d been auditioning for," you explain, your face lighting up with nostalgia. The interviewer then asks about Drew’s upcoming movie. "Speaking of which, Drew’s film Queer is coming out very soon. Are you excited to watch it on the big screen?" "Yes, of course!" you say, your voice full of pride.

"I was so incredibly proud of him when he got the role. He was definitely excited too, especially since it’s, you know, the Luca Guadagnino." You chuckle. "I got the privilege to actually be on set for a bit, and it was amazing. Plus, I got to catch up with Daniel," you mention. "It was really nice to see him again." You smile, the pride evident in your expression as you talk about Drew's accomplishments.

The conversation is interrupted by a gentle knock at the door, and both you and the interviewer turn your attention toward it. Drew’s head peeks around the corner, his grin lighting up the frame as the camera zooms in on him. "I made some iced teas—yours is half and half," he says casually, stepping into the room with a tray holding two glasses. You can’t help but beam as he hands you your drink. "Aww, thanks, babe," you say gratefully, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment as you take the glass.

Drew hands the other glass to the interviewer, who looks pleasantly surprised. "Wow, thank you, Drew!" he says with a wide smile. "Of course," Drew replies warmly before glancing at you. "Let me know if you need anything else," he says, shooting you a quick wink before stepping out of the room. The camera lingers on him for a beat as he walks away, capturing his effortless charm.

You take a sip of the iced tea, the cool, refreshing taste spreading through you as you let out a content sigh. "Is this something you drink often?" the interviewer asks, clearly curious. You nod enthusiastically. "Oh, absolutely. I like mine half and half, and I drink it like 24/7," you say with a chuckle, the glass still in your hand. The interviewer grins before asking a more personal question. "I can tell Drew is very thoughtful. What’s your favourite trait of his?"

You laugh softly, caught off guard by the difficult question. "You can’t make me choose—I love everything about him!" you say with a playful grin, your tone light but sincere. The interviewer chuckles along with you, clearly charmed by your response. "Okay, okay, fair enough. But if you had to pick just one thing that comes to mind?"

You pause for a moment, your expression softening as you think. "Hmmm," you hum, swirling your iced tea absentmindedly. "I love the little things he does," you begin, your voice warm with affection. "Like how he always remembers my coffee order or when he leaves me little notes when I’m on set. It’s those small, thoughtful moments that really mean the most to me."

The camera captures your tender smile, and the interviewer smiles himself, visibly touched by your response. "That’s so sweet," he says, his tone genuine. "It really is," you smile, a soft, almost bashful grin spreading across your face. "He’s the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for," you say, your tone filled with warmth and sincerity.

The interviewer watches you with an amused smile, clearly endeared by the dreamy, almost schoolgirl-like look on your face as you think about Drew.

~

The Vogue 73 Questions interview quickly becomes an internet sensation, captivating fans. It was everywhere. Clips of your candid answers and sweet, unscripted moments—especially the one where Drew casually walked in with iced tea—became the ultimate proof of why you were Hollywood’s darling. Within hours of its release, the hashtag #73QuestionsWithY/n trends worldwide.

The comments section was flooded with fans losing their minds over the glimpse into your life. "Can we talk about how Drew KNOWS her iced tea order by heart? If this isn’t relationship goals, I don’t know what is." "Y/n casually being gorgeous, funny, and real in her Charleston dream home? I’m in love." "The way Drew looked at her when he walked in… I CAN’T. He’s so whipped, and I’m here for it."

Memes circulate, celebrating your witty remarks and playful demeanor, while your thoughtful insights and open vulnerability spark heartfelt discussions. The part where Drew sneaks into the interview with iced tea becomes a fan-favourite, with many dubbing it "the cutest boyfriend moment of the year."

“I love how real she is,” one fan tweeted, accompanied by screenshots of your answer about Drew’s little notes and coffee orders. Another post with a screenshot of you laughing at Drew’s confused “Oh, Vogue’s here” reaction read, “You can just tell they’re best friends. I want a love like this.”

The media couldn’t get enough, either. Everyone from gossip sites to prestigious magazines weighed in on how you’d managed to blend the glamour of your career with the warmth of your personality. The buzz reignites interest in your past projects and elevates anticipation for your upcoming ones. Your social media following soars as fans, old and new, praise your ability to remain grounded despite your success.

Meanwhile, Drew’s small but sweet cameo sparks renewed admiration for your relationship, with countless threads and videos dedicated to celebrating your bond. “Y/n and Drew are proof that true love exists,” one viral tweet declares, garnering thousands of likes and retweets. Another fan edits together a montage of your cutest moments from the interview, set to a romantic song, which quickly racks up millions of views.

Drew couldn’t stop teasing you about how viral the iced tea moment had become. “You’re lucky I didn’t walk in shirtless,” he joked one night as you scrolled through TikTok, finding yet another edit of you two. “Please,” you said, giggling, your hand affectionately stroking Nellie, “half the internet would’ve fainted.” “Half?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I think you’re underestimating me, babe.”