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Of all the absolutely BIZARRE ideas for modern AUs, I just started considering the idea of Eoin as a photographer who specializes in portraits and, occasionally, boudoir sessions. 

Why on earth would Paddy ever go in for a boudoir photoshoot? IDK, maybe he was in a relationship with Augustin, who loves that kind of thing, and Augustin convinced him they should each have a session because he's so French and sexy or whatever. But then they broke up and Paddy's doing it out of spite so Augustin can't get his money back. (Not that Eoin knows that.)

Yeah, OK, that's enough background for me to build on. (Sorry, Augustin!)

Eoin's seen plenty of beautiful people, everyday people, shy people and outgoing people in his studio, and there shouldn't be anything special about Paddy. The guy's nervous, that much is clear, but Eoin honestly can't get much of a read on him beyond that. He's clammed up so tight he won't even talk to Eoin at first, and he's uncomfortably stiff to the extent that Eoin's afraid to ask him to take off anything beyond his jacket. (Not that the nicely fitted black jeans, a white vest and socked feet are a bad look on him, honestly.) 

The camera seems to love him anyway, especially in black and white, and his eyes are captivating. Eoin starts to slowly coax him, asking him what his boyfriend likes, if he has any favorite features or if there's anything in particular his boyfriend always comments on or worships. 

Paddy blinks and says, "Cock, ass and mouth?" like he's at a loss for what his boyfriend might appreciate about his body beyond that. Eoin can see there's plenty else to appreciate, so he cajoles a bit further. "Not your eyes?" he asks. "They're very nice. And it looks like you stay active; you're strong. Maybe he likes your arms or your shoulders?"

Paddy shrugs and looks self-conscious, which is the opposite of what Eoin was trying to accomplish, so he stops prodding. Instead, he asks what kind of music Paddy likes, then finds a playlist that fits the bill. Paddy seems more comfortable once that music is playing. 

When Paddy loosens up he becomes even more photogenic, the edge of shyness giving way to a clear sense of his comfort in his body. After a few minutes - during which time Paddy's popped the button on his jeans and pulled them to sit lower on his hips, baring a tempting strip of skin above the waistband - Paddy asks, "You want to know something?"

"Sure," Eoin says, capturing a photo of the mischievous glint in Paddy's eyes.

"My boyfriend is actually my ex-boyfriend now. He paid for this shoot, and I came here just so he wouldn't be able to get any sort of refund."

Eoin laughs, lowering the camera. "He wouldn't have gotten a refund anyway. I don't refund for last-minute cancellations." 

"Ah," Paddy says. 

"His email is the one I have on file, though. Do you want me to send the photos to you instead?"

Paddy grins and shakes his head. "Do you do... what are they called. Contact sheets? Those little tiny preview photos?"

"Not typically. I usually help the subject pick their favorites and send full versions of those," Eoin says. "Why?"

"I don't want him to get the final photos, but I find myself liking the idea of him knowing what he's missing. Sending versions so small that he can't see all the good stuff."

Eoin cackles. "Yeah, OK, I can send him a contact sheet if you'd like."

"Perfect," Paddy says with a satisfied grin. "Now how wild can these photos get?"

"Think softcore porn instead of hardcore and you're in the right vicinity."

"Got it," Paddy says, and suddenly his body language shifts from "fuck this" to "come fuck me," and everything's a lot easier from there.

Eoin's never gotten unprofessional in this kind of a shoot before, but they start teasing each other a bit, and as Eoin's giving him suggestions for posing, somehow it turns into something almost voyeuristic. It feels like Paddy's doing this for Eoin instead of anyone else.

"What should I do now?" Paddy asks from under lowered lashes.  

Eoin clears his throat. "Would you feel comfortable taking off your trousers?"

"What if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" Paddy asks.

"You came to a boudoir photoshoot without underwear on?" Eoin asks with a raised eyebrow. "Underwear are an essential part of the tease." 

"Let's find out," Paddy says, reaching down and starting to lower his zipper painfully slowly. Shaking his head, Eoin hurries to lift the camera and take a burst of shots focused on Paddy's fingers as he reveals more of his flat belly - and eventually the waistband of a pair of grey boxer briefs (though Eoin won't know that's what they are until a few minutes later).  

"Stop there," Eoin says, licking his lips. "Leave the fly open and leave your jeans there, just hanging on your hips."

"What should I do with my hands?" Paddy asks, voice low. 

"You could act like you're about to push them down further. Or if you want to emphasize the length of your torso and the musculature of your arms, you could put your hands behind your head and lean back a bit." 

"What do you think would be best?" Paddy asks.

"Whatever your ex-boyfriend would hate to miss the most," Eoin says, more as a reminder to himself than Paddy.

"Hmmm," Paddy hums. "What he would have liked..." 

Eoin almost fumbles the camera when Paddy pulls his fly farther open on one side and slides his other hand into the front of his trousers, adjusting himself and then cupping his hand over his cock.

"Is that good? Do you like it?" Paddy asks, eyes hooded.

They're crossing a line, but Eoin keeps shooting. He zooms in to get a closeup of Paddy's face, those heavy-lidded eyes and open mouth, lips moist with saliva. Pans down and takes a closeup of the bulge Paddy's hand and cock make in his trousers.

"Very much," Eoin says, then quickly corrects himself: "I mean, very good."

"More?"

Eoin lowers the camera and meets Paddy's gaze with nothing between them. "If you want."

Paddy smiles, small and private, and says, "Keep shooting." 

Eoin does. He captures it when Paddy pushes his hand into his underwear and shoves his jeans a bit further down with his free hand, revealing the outline of his fist curled around his hardening shaft. 

They're both breathing hard, and Eoin knows there's a bulge forming in his own trousers now. 

"And now?" Paddy asks. 

...

What happens next???? IDK, but I have a feeling I'll be writing more tomorrow at work. Feel free to drop your suggestions in the replies!

(Also, TY to @carriganrose for finding the photo of Donal with the camera for me! ❤️❤️❤️)

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this website

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Dónal is soo close to 10k followers on IG! Let's gooooo!

Here's a little oldie but goodie.

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So, apropos of this post by @captain-cornwall, is that a signet ring I spy on Bill's pinky, right next to his wedding ring? 🧐

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I was tagged by @girlswiththecurls (thank you!!!) to post four recent non-selfie photos. There's no real variety here because I pretty much only take photos of my many, many pets (usually when they look especially silly. And no, this isn't all of them.).

Featuring, from top left: Buster, recently turned 17, with his tongue out further than I've ever seen it; Domino and Itsy trying to share a patch of sunshine even though they don't like each other; Butters enjoying a bit of time in the backyard; and Stretch looking unusually goofy (he never bleps like this!).

If y'all are interested, I'm tagging @eoinmcgonigal, @ecoustsaintmein, @arsenicflame, @izzy-b-hands and @eiriniko.

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BILL FRASER FANART

Our boi is having a bad day, but he's still a cutie

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Note to self do not leave pens in the car in arizona i gUESS????

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Hello! Could you please tell us more about Dónal's scenes in Four Letters of Love, like what's probably your favorite scene with him? If that's ok with you. I don't really mind being spoiled about the movie. I just need some more Dónal content🤧😫. (I hope he gets more roles in the future)

Hi nonny!

Of course it's okay. I've been thru this 'dry spell' before 🤣 i understand.

Spoilers(ish) below the cut*

There's this one scene that I love. He's on a beach. It's an emotional scene for his character because he's experiencing joy...and the sun is hitting him, and the waves are rolling in, the wind is trying hard to ruffle his curls... and you think he must be feeling the most alive he's ever felt. Such a magical moment (and there might've been a camera flare too but can't be sure). I could have watched that part replay over and over.

Also Seanie, as his sister calls him, is very cheeky and sweet with his mom 😍🥰.

Hope that helps a little 😅🤗 and yes, me too, I hope he gets more roles to play with!

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this fucking picture i accidentally took

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🥺🥺🥺

I desperately want to read some kind of healing crossover fic for this poor guy. He needs to meet a nice lad like Eoin who will be kind and treat him right.

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SAS: Rogue Heroes | 2.02

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Remember when Callum did this?

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Here, have another snippet of this:

Fighting turns the world simple for Paddy. He is sharp teeth, hot blood and heavy fists. Conscious thought gives way to instinct and gut reaction. He has never been more free, until -

Until Eoin pushes him against a wall in a dark alley and shows him there's another way to get there. His mind can go hazy and he can obey, no need to look after himself because Eoin will do it for him. Here, he is soft flesh, hot blood and hard cock.

He protects and he is praised. He is treasured and he is fucked.

He is both doted on and deployed as a willing weapon.

If he gives Eoin everything, Eoin sets Paddy free.

Eoin fucks him on his back, bent over the nearest surface, pinned against a wall, or on all fours like the dog he is. He pushes Paddy to his knees to suck his cock, or elevates his head on a soft pillow so Eoin can straddle him and fuck his face.

Sometimes, Eoin will lie back himself, and call Paddy to him. He'll guide Paddy inside and let Paddy rut into him until he comes. Then he'll click his tongue at what a filthy pup Paddy's been, and push him down to clean up the mess he's made inside of Eoin.

It's both leashing and unleashing, comforting rather than claustrophobic. He is emptied and refilled. Formless and remade, reshaped.

He is the knife in Eoin's hand or the clay under his touch.

He adores and is adored.

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if RH gets more time & enough of it to see Paddy's story through to the end, I really hope they give us something that will soften the blow re: the circumstances of his death bc otherwise the unhealing forever raw misery and self-destructiveness that preceded it is going to be flat-out devastating. it would be so benevolent if they did a sort of reverse image of Jock Lewes' death - Jock, who was grabbing for more life as he died in desperation to return to his love and then hallucinating her rejecting and abandoning him in his last moments. please Steven if you must have Paddy press the world to expediate his death, also give us Paddy self-actualizing in his final moments and meeting the end without fear or pain, explicitly because Eoin is there to greet him and kiss him and be his guide for the next part, and he dies calm and certain that he and Eoin are together. Steven, please!

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Jack O’Connell as Eric Love in Starred Up