#Wicked Ways Photography

[paullorenz]

Wicked Gay Ways, spring/summer 2023 edition

[sleepanonymous]

(source)

Seems your heart is locked up And I still get the combination wrong Or are you simply waiting to save your love For someone I am not?

(bonus source)

[bradburyworks]

“It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead...”

Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury

[the-spooky-mind-of-spiderwish]

Something wicked this way comes

[ihaechans]

Smile! (You’re on camera) || N.JM

PAIRING ▸ Na Jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ pure smut

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, oral (m), hair pulling, throat fucking, praise, sexual photography/videos, dom!Jaemin, dirty talk, unbearable amount of pet names, slight hand job, spit kink (i apologize for this but not rlly...) unprotected sex (use protection plsss)

SUMMARY ▸Jaemin loves taking pictures. He loves the beautiful and captivating nature, golden sunsets, gloomy rainy days, and flower fields. The only sight that is his favorite though, is the one of his girlfriend on her knees.

WORD COUNT▸ 2.5k

A/N: First smut in like 5 months #yolo. this draft is so old it's been sitting half-completed for like a year and a half so I finally decided to just finish it today. Oops.

Jaemin loved a lot of things.

Loved a lot of things about you to be exact.

First sight and he knew he had to have you, putting in hours and hours worth of effort. He's lucky it paid off. He scored the girl of his dreams, the girl he saw as perfect in every way and he’s so lucky he did.

He’s lucky for someone as perfect as you. He was lucky that someone could relate to him on an emotional level without feeling awkward or uncomfortable sharing his feelings with, one of the things he had feared you wouldn’t understand in the beginning. He loved the way you were unapologetically yourself, not hiding or masking your true self, being confident and bold in anyway you could.

He also thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world, made just for him and him only. Everything about you was just perfect.

“Look at my pretty girl,” his voice sounds rough and strained, but his hand holds his camera steady. “You’re so perfect. Sucking my cock like a fucking pro.”

Nothing about this position was comfortable. Your knees are red and sore from kneeling on the wooden floors for a concerning amount of time, your jaw aching and your eyesight blurred by tears. You know you look a hot mess but Jaemin thinks you’re absolutely stunning.

His beloved camera is steady in one hand as the other finds purchase in your hair. Pulling, and tugging aggressively on your hair as you cry out around his thick cock, every moan and groan sending pleasurable vibrations throughout his body.

“Open up princess, show the camera that pretty little mouth.” and you do, letting his dick rest heavily on your tongue. “That’s it, baby. Now keep it open,” he demands, smiling happily when you cooperate without hesitation.

A fat string of Jaemin’s saliva lands on your tongue, a wicked smirk forming across his features when he grabs the base of his dick, slapping his tip across your tongue a couple of times to smear his spit around. 

“Mmh,” he groans, nearly cumming at the sight of your eager hand attempting to fully take him back into your mouth. “My sweet girl is a little impatient I see.”

In the beginning, you were never really a big fan of giving head, but being with Jaemin changed you. He was great in bed, and the first couple of times you two had sex, he would never let you suck him off. He always preferred giving instead of receiving, but something had awoken inside of you the first time he finally let you have a taste.

He was so vocal and appreciative of how skilled you were with your mouth, the praise and constant reminders of this were the sole reason why you kept doing it, and over time you came to enjoy it more and more. 

“Shit-” You lick at his sensitive tip before taking him back into your mouth, cheeks becoming hollow as you suck on him with fervor. “You love my cock don’t you pretty girl? Always so fucking good at sucking my dick. Made just for you baby.”

You simply nod at all his nonsense, barely paying him any mind as you continue sucking him harder, faster as seconds pass by. Your hand strokes his base and plays with his balls as you stare up at him, the overwhelming sensation feeling all too good. He stares at you from the other side of his camera, nearly forgetting to record when you trace the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck yes.” He shudders, thighs beginning to shake uncontrollably as he nears his climax. “God baby, gonna let me cum down your tight little throat?” You nod without hesitation and immediately, the grip on your hair is unbearably sharp and painful, your boyfriend forcing your head down to take his entire cock down your throat.

You can barely breathe but you love it, your airway being stuffed full of your beloved boyfriend’s dick was something you would never complain about. “My baby looks so pretty. Mouth stuffed full of my cock and tears in her eyes.”

His voice is unstable and rushed, the intensity of his approaching orgasm making him sound winded.

He thrusts his cock down your throat a couple more times before blowing his load down your throat, almost causing you to choke as he demands you to swallow it all.

You’re sure that you’re drooling everywhere, lips smeared with his cum and your saliva.

“So fucking sexy. Open wide.” You do once more, showing the camera that you had indeed, swallowed all of his cum. “I’m not done with you yet princess, get on the bed.” Now that he’s finished, he sounds more relaxed and controlled, his voice steady and the camera following your every move.

Jaemin pulls his sweatpants back up as he watches you follow his orders. “Take your clothes off, I wanna see you baby.” In seconds, you are completely naked on his bed, waiting patiently for his next direction. “All fours.” Spinning around in a rush, you get on all fours, wiggling your ass in front of Jaemin and the camera. 

A hash slap is delivered to the flesh and you groan, mind wondering if Jaemin would be nice and stretch you out with his fingers or dive straight in to fucking you. Jaemin was big. The biggest you had ever seen. The heaviest you had ever handled too.

“Gonna fuck your tight little hole so good, just watch.”

You assume he’s talking to the camera since you are currently facing the bedsheets, about to beg him to do something when his fingers start rubbing against your folds. “Shit Jaem.. please fuck me…”

He simply ignores you, continuing his teasing touches against your cunt. You open your mouth to complain when he shoves a finger inside of you, a whine slipping out instead. “So warm. Wonder how good it’ll feel around my cock.” He groans, moving the camera closer to get a clearer view of his fingers shoved deep inside of your pussy.

“Please… oh my god.” When he finds the spot that makes your toes curl, you know it's over. Your climax approaching faster than you expected. “Stop! Please- I can’t.”

Jaemin is stuck in his own world, blocking out the sound of your pleas and whines as he watches your body quiver and flail around in front of him. “Just once princess, please cum for me and I promise I’ll fuck you.”

The softness in his tone throws you off for a moment and the pace of his fingers picking up speed nearly makes you choke. You’re so close, but the thing that makes you climax is the feeling of his tongue against your hole.

“Shit!” You curse, shivering as you reach your high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ Jaemin doesn’t stop when you climax, and all you can do is cry out and plead for him to stop against the bedsheets.

“Look how pretty…” He whispers.

Your entire body feels numb as he continues to abuse your hole with his fingers, not once stopping until you feel another orgasm building up inside of you.

“Please Jaem- fuck! I cant Jaemin, stop, oh my god…” There’s tears in your eyes, the pressure becoming overwhelming. All you could hear was the sounds of your soaking wet cunt being abused by Jaemin's thick fingers as he chuckled evilly at your suffering.

His camera was focused straight on your core, the lens picking up every single detail. “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.” and finally, he stops, leaving a harsh slap to your ass as he pulls his fingers out of you.

You’re writhing on the mattress, mouth hanging open as thin strings of drool slip out onto the sheets. “I- fuck, I can’t Jaem-“ you breathe, clearly out of breath.

“I haven’t even put my dick in you yet and you’re already fucked out? How cute.” He adjusts his grip on the camera so that it’s capturing the mess he’s made of your cunt perfectly, adding another slap to your ass for the video.

“Turn around and spread your legs for me baby,” Your boyfriend starts, stripping out of his sweatpants as he awaits you to follow his direction. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” 

Your whole body hurts already, and you’re barely able to follow his order, groaning weakly as you muster the strength to flip yourself around and spread your legs for Jaemin to see. A low curse leaving his lips as he stares at the mess he’s already made out of you.

The room felt muggy as a thin sheen of sweat formed on your forehead, strands of loose hair matting onto your skin and mascara starting to smudge from the heat your body was emitting. “Please fuck me..” Jaemin smirks proudly when he hears you whine for him, staring straight at you with dark eyes.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, getting tired of holding the camera in his hand. “Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” and with that, Jaemin stops recording, throwing the camera down onto the carpet below.

Positioning himself between your spread legs, you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, wondering how it would feel inside of you next.

“You want it so bad,” he growled, stroking your cunt with his tip. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

The anticipation was nearly unbearable, and you nodded feverishly.

“Yes...please,” you whispered, desperate for the relief only he could provide you with.

With one swift movement, Jaemin thrusts into you, filling you completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. Jaw slack, you gasp and moan, the feeling of him inside of you completely overstimulating.

“Oh fuck, baby,” He panted, feeling your pussy clench around him. He picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster, his thighs slapping against your ass with each movement. You felt his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you, sending you soaring higher and higher with each surge.

“Oh god, Jaem, yes, harder, deeper,” you pleaded, your nails digging into the sheets as you arched your back, meeting his every thrust. Jaemin grunted in response, his voice hoarse with lust as he poured everything he had into you.

Another climax hit you, this one even more intense than the last, and you wailed out his name as you came, clenching around him until he thrust once more, his own release filling you.

As he collapsed onto you, both breathless and spent, you couldn't help but smile weakly, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Jaemin looked down at you, his eyes softening as he gently kissed your forehead.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking your hair. The camera had long since stopped recording, but the memories of this night would be forever etched in your mind along with every other moment you spent with Jaemin.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic Rivals AU])

Y’all ready for Miguel to finally kiss (Y/N)’s ass??!?!?!? Not proofread enjoy lol, I had a lot of fun writing this. I tried to be a bit artsy near the end it it’s too cringe I’ll probably delete it and redo it lmao.

Cursing, Miguel finally getting his shit together, lol he’s ooc but it’s okayyy lol

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)-Last name, (N/N)-Nickname.

Word count: 2.1k

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Chapter 12: What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

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You hated to admit it, but you kind of missed throwing away those stupid little apology notes from Miguel. Oddly enough, they had stopped appearing on your desk the day after your last little “date” with Spider-Man. Though you doubt there was any correlation, you couldn’t help but wonder why all of a sudden he would stop after what was about two or three weeks of nothing but notes after notes of apologies.

“He probably realized that you aren’t going to forgive him and decided to finally give up.” Mj’s voice sounded through your phone speaker, lying next to you as you laid on your stomach on top of your bed. Checking over your new manicure you had just received that morning, before letting out a huff as you dramatically dropped your head down on the mattress.

“Can we stop bringing him up? I don’t need reminders of his existence, not like I didn’t have enough reminders before…” You grumbled, you're sure if she was there with you she’d roll her eyes at your theatrics.

“I feel like we talk too much about you two.” She teased, the end of her sentence trailing off in a chuckle.

“Yeah because now that you're dating Peter, I can’t tease you about how you act like a nervous wreck around him anymore.” You shot back, picking your head back up and raising your brow, your smirk evident in your tone.

“Don’t be bitter that I got a boyfriend before (N/N), I’m sure spidey will ask you soon enough.” Your cheeks flared as your best friend tease, despite you starting it first you couldn’t help but feel yourself becoming a bit more shy at the mention of Spider-Man. You know not to take it to heart though as you let out a small laugh.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for that date right now.” You point out, having remembered that she mentioned to you during your last class together that Peter was planning on taking her to some movie after his photography club.

“Oh shit- you’re right! I got to go, I’ll text you later!”

“Okay bye have fu-aaaand she hung up, welp.” You drop your head on your bed once more after grabbing your pillow to place underneath you. Deciding taking a nap would be better than spending the next few hours doing something else, too tired from school to even attempt to watch a movie or tv show, let alone read or do homework. A sigh escapes through your nose, closing your eyes as you snuggle against the pillow, waiting to succumb to your own exhaustion. The white noise of your air conditioner running in the background lulling you to sleep.

—

“Maybe this is too on the nose…” Miguel mumbled to himself as he glanced down to the wrapped item in his hands, trying to compose himself as he stands in front of your dorm room, gathering the courage to knock.

It was almost embarrassing, that he was going to grovel at your doorstep in order to get you to even look at him again. He was already bruising his ego enough with the countless apology notes that you didn’t even bother to glance at for longer than a second before tossing them, let alone read. Still despite his… complicated feelings towards you, he’d rather you bruise his ego then anyone else.

His eyes came back to stare at your room number that was etched into your door, before nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

You were a smart girl, a very smart girl. Miguel knew that. So he knew he was potentially playing with fire with his apology gift, he knew more than anyone else how your brain worked, he knew that you could take one glance at it and all the pieces would fall in place. He just hoped that for one, he would wave away any suspicions that you might come up with. Worst case scenario you outright declare him as Spider-Man, but then what? You weren’t one to tell secrets, you weren’t money or fame hungry so you weren’t going to go off and tell the media for a check.

Miguel shook his head, trying to shake away all the possibilities that were now coming to the forefront of his mind. Close his eyes to take in deep breath before opening to them once again to stare at your door.

‘If I keep thinking about it, I’ll end up walking away, just knock damnit.’

Finally, with a sharp exhale through his nostrils, he brings up his enclosed fist to tap lightly on your door. The edge of lips pulling downward after not getting any confirmation that you heard his knocking. After another louder knock, his ears finally picking up the faintest of annoyed groans, making his tensed shoulders slip down just a few centimeters.

Miguel thanked whatever dumb constructor decided to not give the ancient dorm building doors peepholes, because if they did, he knew you wouldn’t have opened the door for him. That’s why he stuck his foot out to act as a stopper, preventing you from closing it in his face once you realized who had decided to interrupt your short lived nap.

What a relief to be able to see your face up close with the mask on to counsel his. Despite the fact that your fake polite smile quickly melted away from your face once you realized who was at your doorstep, leaving a scowl to come and take its place. Miguel barely had time to open his mouth before your frame was once again covered by the wooden door, his school assigned leather shoes certainly getting scuffed from it hitting the side of them. Not even wincing as you attempted to push his foot out with resting your weight against the door.

“(L/N), Come on. It’s been weeks, you can’t keep ignoring me. Just… I-I know I fucked up okay? You were trying to be civil with me and I… Look I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry.” His free hand came up and pushed against the door lightly, not enough to knock you off your balance or anything but enough to peak his head through the door to meet your glare once more. “You know more than anyone else that I don’t do serious apologies. Just hear me out. You’ve-You’ve already got me begging here (L/N), to just be in the same room with you so I can admit I’m an asshole. You don’t have to forgive me, just hear me out! Please-“

He was able to squeeze himself through the crack of the door, closing it before him and leaning against it as he attempted to catch his breath from his babbling, chest raising up and down rapidly as his pleading eyes turned a bit more intense, you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest, letting out an irritated huff as you kept your eyes on him.

“Get out O’Hara-“

“I’m tired of you ignoring me, what do you want me to do, huh!? You and I are too intertwined into each other’s lives for you to ignore me forever. You know that-“

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes a bit. Miguel, now standing up straight, took a step towards you, a hand flying to his chest as usually narrowed and bored eyes suddenly turned wild and frantic almost like a confused puppy.

“I-“ he paused, letting out a huff, before lowering his voice down to just above a whisper. “I’m not going to leave until you listen to me please just-“ He stutters, taking another pause as his eyes flutter shut tightly, you haven’t even noticed that his eyes were turning glossy and red until he opened them again, had you ever seen Miguel cry before? Well if you hadn’t, this might be a first for you both. “Please (Y/N).”

The use of the first name between you both was rare, you had been in more near death situations then you’ve heard your first name uttered from Miguel’s lips. So hearing it with such… desperation… it made your heart jump up to your throat. Your eyes never leaving his as he took another step towards you and… oh my god… is he kneeling?

“Please I-“ He choked out, the wetness that was threatening to spill out from the corner of his eye finally came down, his hands reached out to yours in desperation, you were too much in shock to think about pulling them away as you blinked down at him almost stupidly. “I can't… take it anymore. I feel like I’m going mad.”

He was being completely truthful with that statement too. He was jealous of his super powered alter ego from getting more attention from you then he was just as himself.

You finally pull yourself back into the current moment, clearing your throat as you shake yourself to help gather your words, neither of you noticing during the whole ordeal that Miguel’s apology gift had landed a few feet away from the door. Tugging at his hands as a signal to get up and off the floor. “O-okay, okay fine. Just-get up Miguel, Jesus…”

You wanted to keep holding onto this grudge of yours, but how could you when you had brought a man who is twice your size and four times your ego down to his knees? Reducing him to nothing more than a crying begging mess. Simple answer, you couldn’t. Whether it’s simple petty or if you felt like you were truly ready to hear him out, it honestly didn’t matter to you anymore. It’s clear from his breakdown that he had suffered enough.

He let out the biggest sigh of relief, sniffing a bit as he finally brought himself back up from your floor. A large hand of his coming up to wipe away a few lingering tears of frustration once he was up on his feet again. A silence fell over you both as you gave him a few seconds to collect himself properly before he could start explaining himself. Finally, with a clearing of his throat, bloodshot eyes met yours.

“Look, I know that… we haven’t been anything more than tolerant of each other… but I should have never,” his hands went to find yours again, grasping tightly as if he was afraid that you’d disappear in front of him. “Ever. Said that stuff to you. It was… too much even for us, if I could take it back, I would. I have no idea what snapped in my mind to say such vile things to you, it was wrong, it was stupid-so stupid-and I regret it. Regret it more than anything I’ve ever done in my life. You don’t have to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Hell, say the word and I’ll walk out of here and I’ll disappear from your life forever. “

You have honestly never felt so speechless before. Miguel has never made you feel so speechless before.

“But god do I want you to forgive, to take those words back. I'll do anything, and when I tell you that I’ll do anything, I mean anything.”

You couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that escaped your throat, uneasiness bubbling up in your lower gult, despite laughing being your first reaction, you could tell he was all but joking. Your tongue stuck out to lick your suddenly dry lips.

“I can tell you’re being quite… erm, serious, so,” you pause, inhaling the tense air in hopes it’ll help calm your nerves, “I accept your apology.” Miguel took a deep breath to keep himself from turning into a babbling mess again, he could feel that heavy pressure on his chest filling up, he could finally breathe agai-“but I don’t forgive you.” He could feel his airways clog back up, he felt like he was blue screening as his ears heard the words but his mind didn’t want to accept it. He wants to do nothing more than to grovel at your feet again for you to take those words back.

But he couldn’t, it made him a little happier to know that there is something he can build off of, still as he finally was able to drag himself out from your room after putting on the facade of countenance , he felt the need to release all his pent up emotions out. He wanted to cry till his tear ducts stopped working, sob till his throat felt raw. But he couldn’t get himself to do it, his body simply wouldn’t let him, refusing to undo all of his years hiding his emotions more than he’s already done in your room, you're the only one who could make him feel again. What was that book his class started reading last week?

He felt like he had no mouth, and he had to scream.

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[beansricejc]

John Wick x F!Reader: The Lurking Wolf

summary: stalker!JW finds you oh so fascinating. kind of a mesh of headcanons/one shot.

warnings: stalking, p in v descriptions, implied (potentially) noncon, male masterbation, unsolicited photography, murder fantasy, physical assault, mugging, general violence, cursing, bondage references, female reader (no use of y/n).

not proofread! uploading this at 12:15 am, so I’m def half asleep. pls enjoy.

the first time he saw you, it was a complete mistake. you were both at the New York City Trader Joe’s, which in itself is one of the busiest buildings in the damn neighborhood.

you’re walking out of the checkout line, reusable bag in hand full of wine and nice cheese for your friend’s dinner party that evening.

crash! a huge body slams into you, as the bigger person was in a rush, you drop your bag, and on instinct a pair of arms catch it for you before it hits the laminate floor.

his forearms are toned and tan, with his veins swelling under his muscular flesh. you even notice a pattern of multicolored bruises scattered on his brawny limbs. large hands grip the bottom of the bag, and a soft grunt escapes his lips from above you.

the scent of a car shop, aftershave, and few other things enter your nose while this is going on. it must be what this man smells like.

“oh, I’m sorry!” you apologize. you don’t know why you apologize, it’s certainly not your fault, it’s actually his, he was in a rush and wasn’t looking out for you. maybe it’s your anxiety spiking because you avoid confrontation, and John spots this out instantaneously.

your head tilts up to look at the accident prone man. unbeknownst to you, he’s the world’s most lethal weapon. of course you don’t know that, you just get lost in his deep brown eyes for a few seconds before laughing and flashing an awkward smile.

but John can’t keep his eyes off of you. he scanned your entire being, your figure, your pretty face. he snaps out of it when you apologize to him.

“no, it’s my fault. sorry about that.” his grumbly voice says to you while he hands you the tote bag. he clears his throat, and you take your bag back. you give him that nervous pressed lip smile that you give everyone, nod your head before you turn to leave the building.

you’ve made it a few blocks but you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. your cute little head has even whipped around your peripheral view a few times just to be sure.

you shrug the feeling off as your anxiety spiking from that grocery store encounter. naturally, you have no idea of the creature that’s following you back to your small Brooklyn apartment.

-

to John, you’re the embodiment of perfection. an angel on earth. every time he watches you from a suitable distance, there’s a tingly feeling in his chest and stomach. he doesn’t know what this is. he’s never felt this way about a woman (not even Helen herself, god rest her soul).

he’s even brought his camera he only uses for his targets whenever he comes to see you. he’ll wait in his black muscle car, right when your delicate hands open your bedroom curtains to let in the morning sunshine.

John gets to work. Pointing the lens at just the right angle, from when you reach on your tip toes to open window, giving John the perfect view of your well shaped hips and thighs.

he snaps a few more pictures and he can even spot some blue cotton panties that are revealed by your oversized shirt being a bit disheveled.

the blood rushes to his cock, and has to bite his lip to try to stop the feeling. it doesn’t help.

-

over the past few months of following you around, he’s come to realize he’s never actually interacted with you besides for the grocery store incident. he’s gotta change that.

there’s been a reoccurring fantasy that has haunted John for the past few weeks. for you to be saved by him. for John to be your knight in shining armor.

the things he would do to feel your body pressed to his. to have his arms wrapped around you, cocooning you in a protective position from harm.

well, he’s paid someone to find out. mainly to figure out if you’re a fight or flight kind of gal. he’s expecting the first option.

he knows your thursday night routine. your 9:30 pm trip to the bodega two blocks from your apartment. John assumes you have the munchies from those really low dosage THC gummies you buy from your friend Sam every other month.

he knows a lot about you.

and he’s paid a low level lackey to shake you up a bit.

the bell rings when you open the door to the shop, the cashier waved to you and greets you. you’re on a first name basis. John knows this, and the thought of you even speaking to another person of the male gender forces his blood to boil.

-

John has dreamt of putting his hands around the necks of the men in your life, besides for your step-father, and the nice old man at the local library you occasionally play chess with.

His strong hands would squeeze and squeeze as the men would gasp for air. With every blink of John’s eyes, the face would change. Your four ex boyfriends, your coworkers, your boss. The several guy friends you have in your big friend group. All of them, gurgling, gasping, choking. And then…

snap.

the hitman’s hands would finish the job. just another target. no, not just another target. a roadblock that has been demolished. one of the roadblocks, to you.

of course, John would wake up in a cold sweat, and for some reason, his dick would be completely erect from the images of taking the lives of the men you know.

his tip would be swollen and leaking of his precum. why was this the thing that made him the most hot and bothered?

the hands that have taken the lives of hundreds, gripping around his own girth and twisting, using his own arousal to lubricate it. but not too much, John prefers a decent amount of friction.

then his hand lurches up and down on his throbbing shaft. hips jerking forward. buck after buck. he’s picturing you, tied to his bedposts, legs spread wide.

the thought of thrusting his fat cock hard into you could make him finish if he’s not careful enough. but now? it’s coming in handy.

imagining the squelching noises from the sin you two are committing. damn near hearing your cries and whimpers, pleas of mercy, erupting from your lips, as your cunt quivers around his cock.

you’re taking him so well.

and oh, John’s letting you know.

“Good girl, how’s my princess feel?” he’d groan out, feeling how good your wetness is on his dick.

feeling you tighten whenever you’re close to climaxing.

but unfortunately, sometimes in these fantasies, they would go sideways, fast.

John’s eyes want to look at your chest and stomach, but he’s met with bloodied flesh. the crimson covers your soft torso, his hands, all the way up to your chest, which is bouncing with each needy thrust.

John’s head whipped to the side, realizing there were a few of your male friends, dead, on the bedroom floor, below you and John making love. was it love? or was it John getting his way?

with the cries of your duct taped muffled mouth, he couldn’t tell.

then John would break out of his dream, chest heaving up and down from the stimulation of the act.

“fuck…” John cursed, fist punching the bedside table. “I didn’t even cum.”

-

but here you were, back at the bodega late at night. you’re happily humming a song that you’ve been listening to a lot this month. John made a fake account, and followed you on Spotify.

cue that low level lackey we mentioned earlier. some gangster in his thirties, bald, with a goatee and big sunglasses.

you’re busy figuring out which Mexican soda you’d like. and tonight, you’ll be thanking your preference for that type of drink.

“gimme all your money, bitch! or you’re fuckin’ dead!” the lackey threatens with a nasty tone to his voice. you’re high but you jump, a gasp leaving your mouth.

“shit! okay.” you mumble, before a stupid idea comes to your head. it’s as if a little lightbulb turns on over your head, and your long eyelashes bat a few times.

“well!? wait are you waiting for?!” the goon asks, now finally pulling out his large firearm. of course it’s not loaded. he’s just been paid to play a part and scare you a bit.

you don’t wait.

John’s eyes widen as he watches from the bodega window, since your hand is reaching for the glass bottles of soda in the fridge.

his jaw drops when he sees your arm hurdles towards the goon. the bottle fractures right onto his pale bald head, the shards immediately exploding around you two, and also cutting into his scalp.

he’s bleeding everywhere. there’s even a few spurts of the soda and his blood on your face.

John has burst through the bodega entrance, as the guy he hired fell to the floor and covers his head from another attack.

and you’re still high as a kite during all of this, so you step back, and the bottom of your pink crocs slips on the cherry flavored Mexican coke that has splattered all over the hard floor.

so there you go, stumbling and making you body tumble backwards. cue Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty.

now, instead of your reusable tote, it’s you.

a pair of strong hands come into play. hands that have murdered, tortured, and paralyzed. the hands grab you by the waist, his grip is firm and safe, he’s got you.

John grits his teeth, moving ever so slightly to get a whiff of your hair. the scent of your coconut shampoo that you’ve bought on amazon a few times, make him go beserk. his heart faces, he swear he can feel every cell in his body stiffen up.

you’re facing away from him, he takes a quick peek at the back of your waist, up close and in person. now those dreams of pounding you from behind are slipping back into his head.

the moans, the slapping skin, the stench of sex in the air (which is just a mixture of cum, pussy, and sweat).

he has to use his fingers to dig into your sides a bit more just to force them away. he’s not sure if that even helps.

you catch your breath, trying to comprehend the events that are happening at the moment. unfortunately, you’re a bit foggy from being under the influence. the sting from John’s grasp is muted because of it.

but the scent of the man who caught you from behind is almost familiar. aftershave, oil, barbecue. that’s the exact same smell as…

“well hello again, sweetheart.”

…the guy at the grocery store.

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tysm for reading! pls feel free to support with feedback, likes & reblogs! sorry for the different format, just been feeling a bit uninspired, and my summer is much busier than I thought it would be. love u all!

[anamelessfool]

Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link)

GEN, M/M

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 1 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

2006

I was an impossible case. No-one ever could reach me... But I think I can see in your face there's a lot you can teach me...So I wanna know what's the name of the game?

1

Papa Elect Terzo tried to look busy. He attempted a regal sigh, a pace. Killed time with what he hoped was a thoughtful, intelligent stare out his office window. He did everything possible to bide time while he collected his thoughts in a way that would hide his true intentions.

This was all about Omega.

He had called Cardinal Marian, Sister Imperator’s Personal Assistant not due to any sort of friendship or confidence. His brother Papa Emeritus Secondo barely considered him as human these days and with his wedding a week away he had bigger things to fuss about.

Terzo’s other two ghouls Earth and Alpha could not be trusted to answer honestly. And Brother Copia was, well…Copia.

So then that left Marian.

She was obligated by her job description to interact with him as he needed. For business purposes, of course.

And buying the right birthday present for Omega Ghoul was definitely a high stakes business venture as far as Papa Elect Terzo was concerned.

“Thank you for your time,” Terzo said, pressing his hands together and slightly bowing.

“Hey, anything to give me a break from planning my ex-partners’ wedding,” she replied with an indifferent shrug, although her eyes looked bleary. “How yinz doing on musical entertainment for that, by the way?”

“I have a few choir selections, and I have been working with Papa’s ghouls and my own on some light entertainment during the dinner. Copia has been fussing with finding the right wedding march on the organ for about six weeks now.” And Terzo had been locking his office doors to keep Copia from talking his ear off about it for about six weeks as well. “So…all coming together.”

“Great. Want to be perfect. For them.” She didn't sound too enthused. "But don't worry, I'm completely fine about it." Marian froze, then patted her sides. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Please don't, it gets into the curtains,” said Terzo.

Marian slumped in her chair slightly. “Ok, now you have to tell me the real reason I’m here.”

Terzo closed his eyes and collected himself. “I need some help picking out a gift. For a friend. I'm having trouble,” he said.

“Don’t you give people shit all the time? Flowers, erotic notes, pornographic photography, whatever…” Marian raised an eyebrow. “People talk. In the Dining Hall. A lot.”

Terzo winced and then gave her a defeated shrug. “This is em…different.”

At that Marian’s face immediately switched into a wicked grin. She leaned forward on his desk, hand on her chin with such force her biretta hat went crooked. “Why? Why is it different, huh?”

“Because…” And then Terzo threw her a haughty scowl. “I don’t need to tell you. You work for me, sorella. This is a business meeting. A consulation.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She glanced at the clock. “But If I’m your employee you’ve got like ten minutes to spit it out before I leave for the day. So…what is it?”

“Omega…is an important friend to me. I want a gift that is…worthy of him.” Terzo started to pace again. “Something that is special, but ghouls are difficult to shop for! They don’t need to eat, or drink. Omega doesn’t seem to want to visit anywhere or do anything beyond whatever I want to do…”

“Well, isn’t he…basically you?”

“Yes but also, no.”

“And you’re psychically linked, right?” Marian thoughtlessly played with her pen, clicking it idly. “So, even if you wanted it to be a surprise, he’d already sort of know about it.”

“Cazzo, you see now why this would be so difficult?!”

Marian shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts, at the end of the day.”

“I know that,” Terzo snapped. It was definitely the thought that counted.

Except, he had never truly sincerely thought about someone else when giving a gift before. And that is what made his hands clammy and his mind race.

Terzo decided he needed to gift something really important. Something that reflected how much his heart pounded when Omega held him. Something that was big, essential, eternal. Just like his ghoul.

“A…a diamond! Yes.”

Marian smirked. “A diamond? For your very best friend?”

“Yes…” Terzo began weakly, but then remembered Marian's status as his minion. He frowned into her. “Yes, a diamond.”

“Whatever,” she replied, then opened her steno pad. “Although you know purchases over a certain amount I got to run through Treasury Director Brother Copia.”

“Then forget the diamond,” Terzo backpedaled.

Marian checked the clock on the wall again and snapped her notepad shut. “Ok, fine I've dated quite a few guitarists over the years and they like practical stuff. Like, for their instrument. How about um…a guitar strap, huh?”

“How about a guitar strap?” suggested Terzo.

Marian frowned. “What's his favorite color?”

“Erm—black.”

“Second favorite color?” Marian sighed.

“Violet, he likes violet!”

“Violet and black guitar strap, coming right up,” Marian intoned. “And look, you got ninety more seconds until I go home, is there anything else you need, your Eminence?”

“No, that would be all.” Terzo returned to staring out the window with an extra dramatic flourish of his black cardinal cassock. He took a breath, feeling his nerves start to settle as he heard the squeak of Cardinal Marian's chair as she exited. All of a sudden he had a thought. "Oh, and Marian?"

"Twenty seconds left, your Eminence." Marian's hand was already on the doorknob.

"You're certain he'll like that?"

Marian's brow furrowed, but then it seemed like a thought passed through her, and her expression softened. "Of course," she said, "Who wouldn't like a gift?"

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[onmyownside1]

I want to learn to write so I can bring all my fantasy stories to life. I want to learn poetry because it sounds like a rap but a bit more beautiful. I want to learn how to animate so I bring all my super cool sports action scenes to life. I want to learn photography because when the sun hits the clouds a certain way they look like cotton candy. I want to learn rendering so I can upgrade my artstyle. I want to learn history so I can learn about how people lived in the past. I want to learn to learn how to embroidery so I can make patches and sew them to a black denim jacket. I want to learn to skate because people who can skate are hot and also I could go really fast. I want to learn pottery because people who do pottery are hot and also I want to make a bird feeder. I want to learn to sing so when I try to do Dear Evan Hansen and Wicked and Beetlejuice and Heathers I can put all the emotions I feel when I listen to the songs into my voice. I want to learn how to sew so I can fix clothing and make my own clothes. I want to learn how to paint so I can make beautiful watercolor paintings. I want to learn how to skateboard because people who skate are hot and it just looks really fun. I want to learn how to ice skate because people who can skate are hot and it’s something I haven’t quite mastered yet. I want to learn to tend to plants so I can make my own garden with birds and butterflies. I want to learn digital painting so I can make prints. I just want to learn.

[braceletofteeth]

top 5 mjjw moments, or top 5 mjjw fics!! or both! (it’s a throwback but no harm going back to our roots as moots <3)

TOP 5 MOONJO/JONGWOO MOMENTS

NOTE: For reasons of making it easier for me, I’ll only include moments where they are both physically present and are both aware of each other’s presence. Meaning: no dreaming of each other, no hallucinating each other (what we know FOR SURE are hallucinations, at least), no discussing each other with other people, no reading one of each other’s books, no looking at each other’s photography with another lover and sulking alone in a room, no stalking/staring at each other unnoticedly from a distance, no peeping at each other through a hole in the wall, no calling them then hanging up when the other picks up, no silently resenting the residents for mocking the other, no showing off their bracelet-slash-murder-evidence in front of a freaking police officer, and, the most unfortunate for me, NO killing for each other in secret. This would be a very different list if I could include all that, and there's no way in hell I’d be able to stop at five (I'm only human! Show mercy 😩)

—

N°5: AT THE RAINBOW STAIRS

They share a contrived conversation at the bottom of the rainbow stairs. Because they have an audience (a newcomer/outsider), they have to keep up a civilized, polite act.

But, ironically, trying to act normal at the sight of each other just makes their actual feelings even more obvious.

Jongwoo is clearly tired and fed up with Moonjo's figure following him everywhere; to him, Moonjo is creepy (the creepiest!) and annoying.

On the other hand, Moonjo is jealous miffed that the newcomer is already latching onto Jongwoo, and Jongwoo is letting him, even though he never gives Moonjo the time of the day except for when he really can't avoid it.

They can't say any of that, though, so it's quite entertaining to watch.

N°4: MOONJO BREAKS COVER

Jongwoo and Seokyoon are having a conversation at the rooftop, and Moonjo is listening in from a hidden spot, until he can't take it anymore and interrupts them.

Anything could have triggered him, really. Jongwoo saying he needs to leave the residence. Jongwoo asking Seokyoon to go with him. Jongwoo wishing everyone in the residence would die in an accident (which takes the decision out of his hands and is just as effective as praying to God for a miracle). Jongwoo spitting hate about Moonjo behind his back (it's not the hate that is the problem; it'd be ok if he said all that to his face instead). Jongwoo confiding in Seokyoon instead of Moonjo. Jongwoo still clinging to the pretense of being different from Moonjo. Or maybe something else entirely.

It's not the reason that matters, but the reaction.

The way he walks directly to Jongwoo, practically caging him in, challenging him to do something. If you hate me so much, do something about it! Come at me! Kill me!

He's so pissed he doesn't even seem to remember (or care) that they have an audience. Let Seokyoon take whatever conclusions he got from that.

(And the whole time, Jongwoo, cruel as only he can be, barely granted him a glance.)

N°3: FIRST MEETING

Jongwoo is talking about the main character of his novel, the pianist (who sounds uncannily like Moonjo), and they reach the part about his method of killing. Jongwoo gets excited, very excited, and in that moment Moonjo can see right through him. You can see in his eyes that he found something that caught his attention.

This. The spellbound look from Moonjo, and Jongwoo's complete obliviousness to it.

N°2: THE AFTERMATH

This is the moment Jongwoo has to face himself. He's a killer now. He lost himself in his rage and hatred. He did to them what he thought they deserved, and the worst part of it is that he doesn't regret doing it. What does it says about him? What kind of person is capable of doing what he did? “A human being, no matter how wicked they are, wouldn't do that.”

For the first time, he opens his eyes to the darkness he walked into, wide awake. Aware he reached a point of no return.

He should be completely alone in the darkness, everyone should have left his side by now, but guess who he finds there, waiting for him?

You guessed it.

Moonjo is there, and he grounds Jongwoo with his touch. He makes Jongwoo face him, look at him straight on, nowhere to escape, on the same level ground at last.

As equals, at last.

(More importantly, in the end, Moonjo lets Jongwoo know he's neither broken nor alone. He's a masterpiece, and he's his.)

N°1: CONFESSION

The two of them are at the restaurant, and Jongwoo takes Moonjo outside. All by himself. He draws a line between Moonjo and Jieun/Jaeho, perhaps to protect them; perhaps to protect himself and the image they have of him, because Moonjo can't seem to shut the f*** up.

Jongwoo confronts Moonjo, asks why he follows him around, but quickly retreats, not wanting to hear the answer. There couldn't be a good answer to that. Better not to know. Instead, he asks Moonjo to leave him (and his people) alone. He had already asked, begged, for the same thing on the night before, but Moonjo never answered. Perhaps now he will agree, though. It's, after all, a reasonable request, isn't it? Any reasonable person-

But Moonjo isn't a reasonable person. Not when it comes to Jongwoo. He tells him no. No, he can't leave Jongwoo alone. He can't let go of him.

Ever since he collected the beaten (but victorious) Jongwoo from the streets the previous night, Moonjo has been more and more straightforward on his approach. He told Jongwoo what he wants to do to him in the clinic, he demanded Jongwoo not hide (anything) from him on the way to Eden, and now he's admitting to his obsessive behavior, unashamed of it.

It's a moment of no pretense, no half-truths. Moonjo is presenting his role in the game. He's a force that can't stop itself—therefore, if Jongwoo wants him to stop, Jongwoo will have to stop him. He will have to meet Moonjo in the middle, and win.

[paullorenz]

Wicked Gay Ways, Spring/Summer 2023 edition

[littlelemoncheesecake]

im gonna do a little exercise for myself

because i have bad habits of putting on a kind of "character" when it comes to accounts like this and i need to remind myself that i am a real person with a personality and feelings and stuff

so fun facts about Poppet that are completely unrelated to nsfw topics or "soft fluffy cute puppy" things so that you can get to know me better for who I am, rather than just this persona I seem to play as ^^;

- I really like horror! that includes both games and movies, like Five Nights at Freddys, and the Scream franchise!

- I love lemon flavoured and scented things! Lemon cheesecake is my favourite dessert <3

- I can be a very picky eater, but oddly enough, I usually go for foods that picky eaters tend to avoid such as sushi, and I tend to avoid "picky eater foods" such as pasta!! I love spicy tuna sushi, and just spicy food in general!

- I collect comfort items, like blankets and candles! I need to replace my favourite candle because I've burnt it all, but my favourite candle is my peach candle with a wooden wick, I like it because it smells really nice and also it makes a really nice crackling sound!

- I study English Literature + Language, Art, and Photography, and I love to design outfits and characters!

- Nicknames are one of my favourite things! I've been given lots of nicknames, e.g. Fizzy, Poppet, Tank, Knight, Jinx, and Ghosty!

- I really like anime and manga, and I cosplay! I really like dressing as characters and going to anime cons with my friends <3 I think my favourite anime would probably either be Seraph of the End, or Black Butler (specifically the Book of Circus Arc)

- I collect Monster High dolls, and I look for the original ones that aren't produced anymore! I currently have 3, two different Frankie's, and an Abbey

- I really like Lily of the Valley flowers, I think they're so pretty

- I occasionally have these moments where I become unresponsive, I'm not sure why it happens but from time to time I just feel empty in a strange way, and I don't really react appropriately to things (I don't seem to react at all to anything) so apologies in advance if you catch me in one of those moments

- My favourite book is called Erebos! But I've never really found another person who's read it! If you're a fan of Doki Doki Literature Club, I recommend it! It kinda feels like if DDLC was a dungeons and dragons type fantasy game!

- I love to write stories, brainstorming story ideas is one of my favourite things to do!!

- I have a special interest in vampires! I have for around 11-12 years now, and any mention of them will immediately get my interest! I love to talk about various vampire media! And if you have any you like and want to share, please do so!

- My favourite colours are orange and green, specifically soft peachy shades of orange, and soft/desaturated deep greens, I love colours that are easy on the eyes, and both those colours remind me of things I like, the sunset, and the forest/nature <3

If you've gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to learn more about me. I have a really hard time when it comes to things like sexualisation, as well as boundaries, so I find it difficult to express my dislike for being seen and treated ONLY like some kind of sex toy, as well as I struggle to ACT otherwise, due to the pressure I put on myself to please the people who treat me that way, so if you've taken the time to understand more of who I am as a person, I really really appreciate it <3

[kidstemplatte]

terzo w/ a goth daughter hcs

i don’t know where i got this idea from but i’m obsessed with it. in this fic, the reader is referred to as the other parent. without further ado, this is terzo with a goth teenage daughter. (her name is violetta, she’s mentioned in a previous fic i posted) i hope you enjoy!!🦇🖤

-of course this girl ended up goth. it would be concerning if she didn’t. she was raised in a satanic church. her dad is the lead singer of a devil-worshipping rock band and paints himself like the skull emoji every day for a living.

-violetta was raised on classic rock. of course, she grew up hearing other things, but the importance of rock was preached at her by her papa.

-she’s got super cool taste even without him though.

-sometimes violetta ends up shocking HIM with stuff she listens to.

-she ends up discovering more intense, heavy stuff he didn’t play for her as a kid but still enjoyed privately.

“how- how did you find this band?”

“i’m cooler than you think i am, dad.”

“that’s my girl.”

-i feel like terzo doesn’t like electronic music, but violetta does. stuff like crystal castles. (great music, check it out!)

-so if she gets in the car and starts playing something he doesn’t like, he playfully bullies her for it.

“ay, what is this computer crap?”

“oh, i’m sorry, do you want me to play some of your old man music?” she says with a wicked smirk.

-if they ever get in fights, (which they do, they’re both stubborn as mules, though terzo will swear she got it from you…) violetta goes to her room and will BLAST music. like, BLAST. if she’s really mad, she’ll play something he doesn’t like.

-and if she’s R E A L L Y mad…

-she’ll play worship music. as in jesus worship music.

-you have to run to her room and tell her to stop before her father leaves her as an offering for satan.

-violetta does the coolest tradgoth makeup.

-the first time she wore it outside her room, terzo had many mixed emotions. two voices in his head:

“that’s my daughter!! la mia stellina! she doesn’t need makeup to be beautiful! her precious face is gone!”

and:

“hell yeah, that’s my daughter!”

-lets her practice makeup on him

-sometimes she’ll do his face paint and it’ll look fucking AWESOME, he wears it with pride

-very encouraging of her talents and passions.

-i can totally imagine her being into all kinds of art. music, drawing, painting, photography, design, makeup of course, writing, everything.

-she has a very distinct dark aesthetic she goes for when she makes art

-terzo is so blown away by her creativity. always wants to see what she’s working on, even when she says, “go away, dad!”

“what are you drawing?”

“what’s that song?”

“is that a poem? can i read it?”

-her fashion is totally awesome and terzo will always buy her random goth jewelry or accessories he finds that remind him of her. she is very spoiled.

-if violetta ends up going to goth clubs or events, sneaking out of the house, terzo totally catches on. he was similar as well.

-she’ll carefully close the door on her way in, letting out a small sigh of relief, thinking she made it back safe.

-until she turns around and sees her father nonchalantly sitting in a chair, wine glass in one hand, book in the other.

-“how was the party, violetta?”

-she’s silent.

-“and the one yesterday? and the one last weekend? and the one the weekend before that? there was even one on a tuesday. who goes to the club on a tuesday?”

-this man has TOTALLY been to a club on a tuesday. but he would never say that to his daughter

-no amount of face paint could cover the look on her face in that moment.

-boy, she was in for a stern lecture and a rough night.

[inchidentally]

Venus as a boy, inch… https://www.tumblr.com/xiaoluclair/719420109796589568/danielricciardo-bisous-landonorris-bro-sexy — wiz

@wisteriagoesvroom W I Z. b a b e. I've never been proud of coming up with a tag for someone but that one I'm like fuck that's good I did that <3<3

and listen I have a whoooooole unrealistically deep thing for the Daniel POV content when he was held in thrall as Lando's teammate

xiaoluclair

His wicked Sense of humor Suggests Exciting sex!

He believes in a beauty He's Venus as a boy

ofc I get weird about his dynamic w Lando and trust me Daniel's blokey-ness plays a key role in it :)

while Lando can't magically alter someone's sexuality, his vulnerability mixed with his unique personal beauty can fuck up a straight man's brain chemistry - and that hit nobody harder than Daniel. Lando had two alpha dudes barrel into his life and commit to bromances with him right off the bat and for the most part the dynamic is that they're hilarious and pretend to bully him and get in his space while Lando giggles and fruitlessly fights back… but in the same way Carlos got stumped by how much of a safety blanket he became for Lando's unguarded little heart, Daniel got completely sideswiped by how he couldn't 'bro' Lando into submission in their dynamic and became a half-broken acolyte to a boy ten years younger than him.

like, not only was the teammate dynamic so fully in favor of Lando in terms of their performances those two seasons but Daniel could not stop himself being dragged around by his eyeballs every time Lando was in view. he was both butthurt AND thoroughly heartsick about Lando by the time he was bought out by McLaren.

from the start, every time Daniel would try his usual asserting dominance by disarming humor shtick on Lando it would die with a thud. Lando would get quiet and retreat and leave Daniel totally unmoored. but when Daniel would pet Lando's skin nicely and give him a genuine smile and not the usual shark-toothed one, Lando would purr sweetly and open up like a flower. when Daniel showed an interest in photography and copied Lando's camera and ig account, Lando would willingly spend time with him outside media duties.

and suddenly Daniel's big, loping caddish character that usually cut a heavy swathe through the paddock was instead crouching in submission to try and steal as much of Lando's attention as possible. he found himself changing course to encounter the boy, teeth bared in nervous submission to Lando's upright ballet posture. something about Lando's looks being on the cusp of finely finished manhood but still mostly rounded and boyishly pretty made Daniel keep picking up his phone or his camera to document the penumbral shift. something pierced his Man Brain and told him what a gift it was to witness Lando bud and bloom right in front of his eyes and that special devotion must be paid to the event. but like all profane idolatry, the fact that Daniel knew he could never gain entry to the Eden of owning Lando solely for himself - and that Lando would wither and die like a butterfly stuck on a pin if Daniel tried - eventually sickened and threatened Daniel with a dissatisfaction for life itself.

being so close to Lando, living with him but not really, was like exsanguination by obsessive adoration. Lando's pink lips and sparkling eyes and soft skin were constellations millions of light-years away from Daniel's clay-bound feet. the rush of lust and drunkenness Daniel got from catching Lando fully unawares and making him flush and writhe was like a climax that remained firmly unattainable. the only release would be to give Lando up and Daniel couldn't do that, his hand had to be forced.

whereas since leaving McLaren, Daniel has a much more secure footing and can safely little brother Lando while keeping the adulation a mere background hum to Lando's brilliant, shining egress through Daniel's space. they're both keeping up the bromance in the same way and genuine, grown-up friendship has been cemented. when Lando and Martin decided to go and stay with Daniel as a spontaneous interlude until the next leg of their norrix world tour, Daniel already had mates staying and it was a fun boys mini break.

but do I like to imagine that when Daniel saw Martin with his easy, proprietary ownership of Lando for the entirety of the winter, it made an ugly little gnarl of scar tissue - burned into his left ventricle by Lando's memory - twist and squeeze so hard that it made Daniel fall against his own kitchen counter with a cold death-grip as he watched Lando preparing breakfast in Daniel's own kitchen? yes. do I weirdly love thinking that the phantom pain lingered as he watched Martin bundle Lando into the car for the airport and see them already laughing and sharing jokes and references only they knew before remembering to wave goodbye to Daniel? yes.

do I think that happened, no but that's not as romantic <3

[ladnkilt]

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The Male Form...  In Photography, Art, Architecture, Decor, Style, And Culture Which Moves Beyond Mere Appearance To Reveal The... SOUL.

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[eddie-van-munson]

Hey girlie me again! I had an idea based off this post I saw where it was a yearbook spread for hellfire. I don’t remember who posted it but all credit to them.

Anyway what about reader in the yearbook club who was assigned to make the hellfire spread, and of course Eddie is super over the top and and eccentric when reader comes by to take the photos not just because he wants to look good in them but also because he has a crush on the reader and wants them to be impressed by him.

Warnings: Eddie Smokes a Cigarette, Cursing, Kissing

-So, when Eddie finds out someone from yearbook will be dropping in on his campaign after school, the club immediately knows to expect rampant mischief from him.

-He's definitely going to be on his worst behavior.

-The year before, Nancy Wheeler had been stuck with the task of documenting the club for the yearbook. This year, she'd only been convinced to join photography after Mrs. O'Donnell had promised she wouldn't be assigned Hellfire.

-Eddie had taken particular pride in that. He knows he was doing something right if preps were making their teachers swear they wouldn't have to interact with him.

-He didn't expected it to be you, this time. He didn't even know you were in yearbook.

-Definitely a pleasant surprise.

-Club has already started when you wander in and you give him an apologetic smile.

-He looks really hot djdbdn he's just draped across his throne, his leg thrown over the arm of it.

-He looks you up and down the way a lion looks at a gazelle and he's just got the most wicked smirk playing at his face.

-"Well, hello..."

-The boys knew he'd be in a mood. Of course he's going to put on a good show in front of company, right? But you? Eddie had had his eye on you since Freshman year.

-They'd better hang onto their hats because Hurricane Munson is headed their way.

-Eddie grabs a chair and pulls it right up next to his, giving you a playful bow.

-You giggle and it's just,,,, infuriatingly cute.

-"Why thank you, kind sir!" 

-He sits beside you and watches as you fiddle with your camera. "I never pinned you as a photographer, L/N."

-You give him a knowing smile and adjust the lens. "Yeah? Why's that?"

- "I admire your modesty..." Eddie bites his lip teasingly,  "But, shit. A pretty little thing like you behind the camera? Doesn't seem right. "

-The boys groan, which only made Eddie's smile grow. You laugh, shaking your head.

-"How'd you get stuck with us anyway?" He pulls a funny face as you take a few test shots.  "Lose a bet?"

-"Oh...I um..." You glance up, looking around at the expectant boys. "I actually requested to do Hellfire's page."

-His brows raise, "No kidding?"

-"I thought it'd be fun."

-Eddie lets his eyes wander over you.

-"It certainly will be."

-Eddie feels like a god among men as you carefully watch his campaign unfold, snapping photos of him all along the way.

-He performs, keeping the boys on a string with suspense as he weaves his tale. The room is tense as he speaks, his voice dark and quiet. "The hooded cultists chant...Hail. Lord. Venca."

-Mike Wheeler's eyes go big. He squirms nervously as Eddie repeats the chant, his expression cold.

-You'd asked before the game started if they had any additional lighting you could use. Eddie had chuckled, tossing Gareth his lighter and telling him to light a few of the candles they had set up around the table.

-His chunky silver rings glint in the flame light now as he gestures vaguely through the scene,  "They turn to you...remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Mokbar. But there's one you do not recognize..."

-Dustin's eyes are so wide now that you're sure  they're going to fall out of his head. Eddie meets his gaze, toying with him. "His skin...shriveled. Desiccated..." The table flinches as he leans forward.

-You hear Lucas give a soft curse under his breath, horror in his eyes.

-"There's something else..."

-Your own heart stills a little as you feel the weight of the scenario.

-Eddie hides an arm behind his back. "He's not only missing his left arm...but his left eye!"

-Dustin screams, as if his actual life is in danger. "No! No!!"

-He stands, covering his eye with one hand as the boys erupt into argument, hitting their fists against the table and yelling loudly. Mike jumps up, pressing his finger tip against the table in accusation, "He was killed by Kas!"

- "So it was thought, my friend. But Vecna lives!" He crows like a rooster, dramatically wielding a silver figurine and placing it dead center in front of him.

-You giggle, and Eddie shoots you a wink as you catch the party's reaction to the bomb their Dungeon Master just dropped.

-By the end of the night, you have three times the number of pictures that could ever dream of fitting in the spread.

-Eddie laughing maniacally from behind his books as the boys cry out in anguish. Dustin speaking with pure conviction as the group huddle discussed their next move. Lucas Sinclair grinning after the final roll, triumph written all over his face.

-Every shot is golden.

-Eddie passes you your backpack as the room clears, and he smirks as he asks you if you want to go for a cigarette with him in the parking lot.

-He walks you out to your car and the whole time you're recounting your favorite moments from the night and gushing over the campaign. He's blushing wildly, hiding his face when he exhales smoke over his shoulder.

-"We've always got room for one more, you know..." He ashes the cig as you lean against the side of your car. "If you wanted to make this a weekly thing." He shot you a wink.

-"I...I think I'd like that." You're bright red. There's a silence.

-Eddie drops the butt, crushing it beneath his sneaker, and wanders over to you. Your breath stutters as he hooks his fingers in your belt loops, lazily pressing you  between his body and the driver's side door.

-He smirks at the sound, tilting your chin up with his fingertips to make your eyes meet his. His thumb drags over your jaw. "I'll make you a shirt."

-You grin, "Yeah?"

-"Mh-hm..."

-Your eyelashes flutter at the feeling of his breath against your lips.

- He swallows thickly, taking his time as he laces his finger in your hair and tugs gently. Your head lulls back obediently.

-His breath is hot where it fans over your skin. He nuzzles his nose to your throat. "What do you think of me?"

-his voice is so raspy you just hnggg

-"I...I think you're not as scary as you think you are."

-"Yeah?" You feel him chuckle, lips teasing at the delicate skin. "What else?"

- "I think you're..." Your brain scrambles for words as he presses a soft kiss beneath your ear. "Pretty."

-He holds you as he finally kisses you there, his lips warm and lovely as he sucks a small purple mark into your neck. He laves his tongue over the sting, soothing it as he coaxes the strap of your camera from your shoulder.

-He hums, giving a knowing smile, and you gasp quietly as he grazes his teeth over your pulse. You feel faint.

-You watch with blown pupils as he puts it around his own neck, lifting it to his eye and tilting your head.

-He snaps a picture of the mark he's left on you, calmly replacing the camera around your shoulder.

-He pecks your lips, chaste and short, "That's for the yearbook."

-You open your mouth to respond, but he's already strolling towards his van, calling out to you. "I'll see you next week!"

-You're left there at a loss for words, your neck still tingling as you try and put together what the hell just happened.

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