#saturday pic

[littlelamy]

you had been anticipating tonight for weeks, eager to watch Queer in theaters. knowing that drew was starring in it made it feel all the more special. you’d been there with him through the script reads, the late-night calls where he’d practice his lines, his excited yet nervous talk about playing such an intimate, challenging role. and now, you were finally seeing it on the big screen.

the theater was buzzing with energy, packed with people who were all there to witness this daring new film. you found your seat, tucked away in a quieter corner, your heart racing as the lights dimmed and the opening credits rolled. seeing drew’s name in bold letters across the screen sent a thrill through your body, but it was nothing compared to what was coming next.

as the movie played, you found yourself drawn into the story, but more than anything, you were captivated by him. watching drew on-screen was surreal—he was so different from the man you knew, yet so undeniably him. the way he embodied his character with such vulnerability and intensity, it was magnetic. every gesture, every glance, every touch—he owned the role.

but then, there was that scene. you knew it was coming, had seen glimpses of it in the trailers, and drew had told you about it beforehand, but nothing could have prepared you for actually seeing it play out in front of you.

the moment drew’s lips touched another guy’s, your stomach flipped. his hand cupped the man’s face with an intimacy that felt all too real, his mouth moving against theirs with slow, deliberate passion. your breath caught in your throat, and a knot tightened in your chest. you felt a wave of something—jealousy, maybe, but more than that, a raw, aching need building inside you.

your heart pounded as the kiss deepened. drew’s character was all in—his body pressing closer, hands trailing down the other guy’s back, the sound of their breathing heavy on the speakers. your thighs clenched together involuntarily as heat surged through you. fuck, it wasn’t just jealousy anymore. it was something primal, something that had you biting your lip, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

you could see the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt, the tension in his jaw as he kissed the guy like he meant it. fuck, he looked good. too good. and despite the tightness in your chest, you couldn’t deny how badly it was turning you on. your breathing quickened as your mind raced, trying to remind yourself that this was just acting. just acting. but god, it felt too real.

when the scene cut to them lying in bed together, your pulse skyrocketed. drew was bare-chested, his toned abs and arms on full display as his body moved against the other actor’s. their skin slid together under the soft sheets, and your nails dug into the armrest, trying to keep your composure. it wasn’t working.

the camera lingered on them, capturing every subtle touch, every whisper of a kiss against the other man’s neck. drew’s lips, his hands, the way his body moved—it was intoxicating. you tried to focus on the film as a whole, but your mind kept drifting back to him. the way he looked in that moment, so fucking confident, so raw, so sexy.

by the time the scene ended, you were a mess. your heart was racing, your palms were sweaty, and all you could think about was getting out of the theater and finding drew. now.

as soon as the credits began to roll, you slipped out of your seat and made a beeline for the exit. your phone buzzed in your hand, and you glanced down to see a message from drew:

baby⭐️🔑: meet me back at the hotel. i’m done with the press shit

without even thinking, you hailed a cab and gave the driver the address. your body was humming with anticipation, your mind spinning with images of him—his hands, his lips, his body pressed against someone else’s. fuck, you needed him. now!

the ride to the hotel felt like it took an eternity, your thoughts running wild with everything you had just watched. by the time you reached the hotel, your hands were trembling with anticipation. you didn’t even bother with the elevator buttons properly, your finger jabbing at the floor number repeatedly until the doors finally closed.

when you got to your room, your pulse was a wild drumbeat in your ears. you fumbled with the keycard, finally pushing the door open to find drew sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his suit from the premiere. he looked up as you walked in, his blue eyes dark and knowing, like he already knew exactly what was going on in your head.

"hey," he said casually, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips told you he was anything but relaxed.

"hey," you breathed out, barely able to keep the tremor from your voice as you closed the door behind you. your heart was pounding in your chest, your body screaming for him.

"so, how was it?" he asked, standing up slowly, his eyes trailing over you in a way that made heat pool between your legs.

"you know how it was," you muttered, unable to tear your eyes away from him as he stepped closer.

he raised an eyebrow, that cocky smirk deepening. "yeah? and what did you think of the… kissing? the bedroom scenes?"

your stomach flipped, and your breath caught as you tried to play it cool. "it was… intense."

"intense?" he teased, his hand reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "you jealous?"

he chuckled, stepping even closer until his body was inches from yours, his voice dropping lower, darker. "or did it turn you on?"

you swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as his fingers grazed the side of your neck, his lips hovering dangerously close to your ear. "did it turn you on watching me kiss him? us fucking in the bed?"

your breath hitched, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. fuck. you couldn’t lie. not to him. "maybe," you whispered, barely able to speak.

drew let out a low, satisfied hum, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you against him. "thought so," he murmured, his lips brushing your jawline as his hands roamed over your hips, gripping you tighter. "you know it was just acting, right?"

"i know," you whispered, your body buzzing under his touch, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit. "but it still… did something to me."

"yeah?" he growled, his lips now on your neck, biting softly. "what did it do to you, huh?"

"made me want you," you gasped, your nails digging into his chest as you tilted your head back, giving him better access. "so damn bad."

drew’s hands tightened around your waist, his breath hot against your skin. "fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you. "you’re mine. you know that, right?"

"yes," you breathed, your voice shaking with need, your body arching into his.

"say it," he demanded, his lips trailing down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin. "say you're fucking mine."

"i’m yours," you gasped, your entire body on fire, your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed and bit at your neck, leaving marks you knew would linger.

he growled low in his throat, his hands moving up to pull your shirt over your head, his lips crashing against yours as you fumbled to unbutton his jacket. "fuck, i was thinking about you this whole time," he muttered against your lips, his voice rough, desperate. "thinking about how i’d come back here and fuck you so good."

your breath hitched as his hands slid down to your jeans, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them before shoving them down. his mouth was back on yours, hungry, possessive, as he pushed you down onto the bed.

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[evasive-anon]

Cass seeing angry bby Bruce and immediately clocking that as Batman is the best identity reveal IMO. Batman’s body language being the same as when he initially swore vengeance is just so real and so right.

Panels from Batgirl (2000).

[basslinegrave]

some Dude cosplay pics from the con from last weekend

and some more i like under readmore so i dont clog up the feed

some edited heavily cause there was so much crap around and visual noise and weird angles. the ones with the building in the bg were the weirdest cause of the angle needed to get that bg i look so different there. focal lengths that make me look wide, my despised

[lilbabylemon]

☆ goin 4 100 !! ☆

help a dumb slut achieve my goal of cummin 100 times btween friday-monday !!! ionly came 99 ((tallied)) times between this fri-mon n i think i can go at least 1 better !:) ill keep a tally of how many times i cum each day on whatever body part u guys decide on (ill set a poll 24hrs in advance each day n fave will win 4 the next day)!!

☆ 1 like = 1 minute fuckin my ass wiv my dildo ☆

☆ 1 reblog = 1 minute w 4 pegs keepin my p*ssy clamped shut ☆

nn 4 sum extraa motivation 4 u guys :pp

☆ 100 total notes= ill post a pic of da final tally at the end of each day ☆

☆ 200 total notes= ill post a 1 min+ audio ive taken everyday alongside the tally pic ☆

☆ 300 total notes= if it gets this high ill post a 3 min+ dp audio of me fuckin my throat n ass at da same time :) ☆

happy bloggin :3

[screams-at-dark]

Inviting the closest girl to come get warm with me under the covers in this cold midwest winter 🥴

[matchalovertrait]

The mission continues!

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[Dulce got trapped in the busy crowd. The force of the human wave was too strong for her to fight against.]

DULCE: Oh shit!

ANTONIO: Du-! Damn it.

[Antonio panicked. They were being separated. And he almost said her name.]

[He held out his arm. How did she get so far in the blink of an eye? It didn’t matter. He had to get to her. She could get hurt. He couldn’t be the cause of her distress. Not again.]

[Suddenly he saw her heading towards the ground.]

[...and her leg in the sky? Wait a minute.]

DULCE: Ha!

(The face of ultra concentration mid-cartwheel.)

PARTYGOER #1: Oh, what the hell?

PARTYGOER #2: Oh my.

DULCE: Tada!

ANTONIO: ...

[Antonio sighed. Of course this woman saved herself via cartwheel.]

ANTONIO: Excuse me, pardon me.

[Matthew gasped at the screen.]

GUILLERMO: She’s still got it!

[littlelamy]

hey I don't know if you do requests but I got an idea after reading the dress starkey x popstar! reader. So you know how sabrina carpenter does like sex positions in one of her songs during each concert, she say 'have you tried this one' during juno. I had the idea of reader singing that song but ringing out drew and doing the position 🤭 Obvs drew is a busy guy so each time he goes to her show she drags him up to the front for a different position. please thanks sorry xxx

i hope i wrote it right! ⭐️ the concert was reaching its peak energy as the night drifted closer to the much-anticipated performance of “juno.” the lights dimmed, casting the stadium in a warm, dusky glow as the first notes of the song thrummed through the speakers. the crowd roared in response, and you felt a familiar thrill of adrenaline spark in your chest. but tonight was different. tonight, you had something planned.

just down in the front row, your boyfriend, drew, leaned casually against the barricade, his tall frame relaxed as he looked up at you, eyes crinkling with a hint of amusement. he looked effortlessly cool—wearing a simple black tee and jeans, his hair a little messy from his quick arrival. despite his long day, he hadn’t missed the chance to make it to your show. you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face as you spotted him. little did he know, he’d be in the spotlight soon enough.

“alright, everyone,” you announced into the mic, your voice carrying smoothly over the music. you shot a wink at the crowd, and their excitement grew, sensing what was coming. “i think we have a very special guest here tonight…drew, baby, how about you come up and help me out?”

the camera panned over the crowd, catching drew just as he raised a hand in mock reluctance, lips curved into a smirk that made the audience scream louder. he shrugged with a playful air, laughing as he accepted your invitation. security guided him up to the stage, and when he finally reached you, the two of you exchanged a look—a private, knowing glance that had the crowd erupting in anticipation.

you motioned to the single chair placed under a spotlight at center stage. “take a seat,” you said with a sly grin, and drew chuckled, eyeing you with that familiar glint of mischief. he settled into the chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him as he got comfortable, his gaze never leaving yours.

“so,” you purred into the mic, stepping in close as the beat continued to pulse around you, “have you tried this one?”

drew’s smirk deepened as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. “i think i could learn a thing or two,” he replied smoothly, his voice low enough to make your pulse quicken.

the crowd screamed as you straddled his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders as the music filled the stadium. the camera zoomed in, capturing the way drew’s hands instinctively moved to your waist, his fingers spreading to hold you securely. his expression softened, though his grin remained as he looked up at you, his gaze as steady as ever. from his vantage point, he was completely in the moment, focused only on you despite the sea of fans watching.

you leaned in close, your faces mere inches apart as you swayed to the beat, your bodies moving in perfect sync. drew’s hands were gentle but firm on your waist, anchoring you as you rolled your hips to the rhythm, the tension between you both crackling under the stage lights.

you caught his eye, biting your lip as you tilted your head, letting a little teasing smirk play on your lips. He matched your grin, that familiar look of challenge and affection mixing in his gaze as he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “think you can keep this up?”

with a laugh, you pushed the playfulness further, letting the music take over as you wrapped your arms around his neck, rolling your hips in rhythm, feeling the heat radiate between you two. the audience was in a frenzy, but you barely heard them; all you could focus on was the way drew’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze never breaking from yours.

at one point, the camera zoomed in on drew’s face, catching the way he glanced from your face to your hips, his smirk deepening as he gave a small shake of his head, amused, impressed, and just a little bit captivated. the screen above the stage flashed his expression to the entire crowd, and their response was instant—an eruption of cheers and laughter as they caught his reaction.

drew chuckled, his hands tightening just slightly on your waist as he whispered, “they’re not going to let me live this one down, are they?”

“guess not,” you replied with a grin, moving even closer until you could feel his breath on your cheek. you let the rhythm slow, leaning into him just a little more, your fingers playing at the collar of his shirt as you sang the chorus, your voice soft and intimate, as if the words were meant only for him.

he looked up at you, his gaze unwavering, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade. his hands traced slow, steady circles on your lower, his thumb brushing just under the fabric of your one piece, sending a shiver through you. you could feel the thrill radiating between you both, heightened by the audience’s anticipation.

as the song neared its climax, you leaned back slightly, arching with a graceful dip that had the crowd roaring. drew’s grip tightened just enough to hold you steady, his strength and warmth grounding you as you found your balance. he looked up at you with that same spark in his eyes, a mix of pride and admiration that made your heart skip.

when the song ended, you straightened up, breathless and flushed, grinning as you glanced back at him. he rose with you, giving your ass a quick, slap and gently grab before stepping back, flashing one last amused look at the audience as he left the stage.

backstage after the show, you found him leaning against the wall, waiting for you with a smirk and that familiar, endearing look in his eyes.

“so,” he murmured as you walked up to him, still riding the high of the performance. “think you’ll have a chair ready for me at the next show?”

you laughed, slipping your arms around his neck. “only if you’re willing to learn more moves,” you teased, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

drew’s grin softened as he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. “for you? I’ll make time for as many shows as you want.”

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[coeurdeverre82]

[kaddyssammlung]

[jimhenson-themuppetmaster]

Happy Saturday

[mattodore]

pov your boyfriend asks if you're really not going to stay the night :(

[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

My Saturday night

[matchalovertrait]

An intimate talk under the stars.

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[Once they arrived at the park, Dulce and Antonio changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Running around in skintight costumes all night was NOT comfortable! They wouldn’t recommend it.]

[They also took this time to catch their breath. The crisp air felt rejuvenating while they embraced the comfortable silence, taking in the crazy night they had. What an insane idea. But they did it. Together.]

[After a few minutes, Dulce cleared her throat.]

DULCE: ..Antonio. I want to say I appreciate you for doing this with me. I know it was ridiculous. You’ve already helped me a lot, and I can’t thank you enough for it.

[Antonio shifted with discomfort.]

ANTONIO: Don’t thank me just yet. We haven’t won the case.

DULCE: Many things could’ve gone wrong, though.

ANTONIO: Technically they did... but we got through them, right? And we got the notebook.

DULCE: We did!!

[Dulce took out her notebook and flipped through the pages in awe.]

DULCE: I wish I could see the look on Caruso’s face once he realizes the notebook is gone.

[The “security”, Caruso, and Isabela should be able to put two and two together. Dulce and Antonio knew that. However, Caruso and Isabela had no proof. The Operation Fox team covered their tracks, and Matthew was able to erase any surveillance camera footage once the power came back on.]

[She looked up at Antonio with a soft smile.]

ANTONIO: I’ll guard that notebook with my life when I take it for the ink dating in the morning.

DULCE: I almost didn’t take it when I was in his room because I felt bad... We’re kind of the same.

ANTONIO: What do you mean?

DULCE: Maybe his video about me was some weird karmic stuff for the Alto exposé video I made. Maybe Caruso is just me as a man and I deserve what I got.

ANTONIO: You’re mistaken. You’re a lot smarter than Caruso. In your video, you didn’t give any names and you were very vague. Quite impressive if you ask me. How old were you? About 16? 17?

DULCE: Around there.

ANTONIO: Second of all, you have more love in your heart. It’s that simple.

ANTONIO: Alright. Picture this: Alfonso Alto watches your video. He laughs but is secretly freaking out. What if people start suspecting his shady business? He contacts his legal team to try to stop you.

ANTONIO: They rewatch your video repeatedly in an attempt to find something to sue you for—which, by the way, only adds onto your view count—but, they have nothing. Absolutely nothing. He’s furious to have been outsmarted by a teen girl. Things lead to another and he’s in prison all because of one video.

[Dulce nodded. Antonio would know from experience.]

DULCE: Hm, yeah.

ANTONIO: Think about all the lives you probably saved too. Caruso can’t live up to that. That’s probably why he’s so vengeful.

DULCE: ..Speaking of which, what about you and Isabela? Is she a vengeful ex-girlfriend of yours?

[Antonio waved his hand in dismissal.]

ANTONIO: Absolutely not.

ANTONIO: Actually, she hates me because I turned her down.

DULCE: What??

ANTONIO: We used work closely as interns at the same firm. We had to. Along the way, she somehow developed feelings for me. When she asked me out, I declined. I explained to her that I’m dedicated to my work. I don’t have time or energy for love.

[Dulce’s heart dropped.]

ANTONIO: I thought she took it well. Then, she started screwing me over in subtle ways. She would provide me with incorrect deadlines or “forget” to tell me about important calls.

ANTONIO: I couldn’t say anything. Isabela was untouchable because her uncle was a senior attorney at the firm. When my internship ended and I looked for jobs, many places rejected me because I received a bad reputation.

DULCE: I’m sorry that happened to you. Isabela’s a witch for doing that.

ANTONIO: It all worked out. I’m fortunate that the firm I work at now took a chance on me. I get to do what I love. And that place has allowed me to meet some incredible people.

DULCE: ..Sometimes I think about possible alternate timelines. “What if I didn’t do that?” or “What if I had done this instead?” ..Maybe I would be in a more fortunate situation.. but maybe I wouldn’t have experienced the good things in this timeline.

ANTONIO: Like what?

[The two looked up at the starry night.]

DULCE: Like adopting Cosi! Caruso was the one who insisted we get a dog on that day, actually. Maybe someone else would’ve taken her.

DULCE: Okay, your turn to name something.

ANTONIO: Hm..... One time I broke my leg. If I didn’t have all that spare time to watch movies, maybe I wouldn’t have found out I like Star Wars. Your turn.

DULCE: I got lost in the city once. If I didn’t make a wrong turn, I wouldn’t have run into the person selling the refurbished iMac G3. I love it! Your turn.

[Suddenly, the two of them turned to face each other at the same time. They hadn’t realize the closing distance between them.]

ANTONIO: I..

DULCE: I think we should leave. Isabela and Caruso could be out looking for us right now.

ANTONIO: Yeah, and it’s getting late.

DULCE: Mhm.

ANTONIO: C’mon. Let’s get you home.

[harellan]

Now that I'm yours, discover me Now that I'm yours, unbury me Now that I'm yours, amaze me Go ahead and save me, go ahead (x)