If you thought bodyguard!Floyd would be insufferable with ido!darling, imagine gravure model!darling then absbdbjfjfj
Omg gravure model darling with stalker fan Jade…… gross, slimy, creepy Jade with his gross, slimy, creepy views!!!! >_< he closely follows the magazine in which you’re often featured, buying two copies of each new issue (one to frame as a precious collectible) and the other meant to sustain…damages (i.e. cum stains, sweat, drool, other bodily fluids). He’s found your social media and he also follows that, going through your posts and printing out each tasteful image to string up on his walls.
He’s even bought a few of the swimsuits and lingerie you’ve modeled, and when he fucks into his hand or the onahole (which he pretends is you) he imagines peeling those skimpy outfits from off of your pretty body with skilled fingers. You would look so lovely beneath him, skin hot with desire and arousal, chest heaving with hitched breaths and moans, hands curled into the bedsheets, when he traces his fingertips up your thighs, prying them apart to get a proper look at your pussy. Thoughts of you burying your hands in teal locks to hold him there while he eats you out always send him tipping over the edge. It’s a terrible shame it’s only a fantasy. Oh, the things he’d do if you were really here with him…
Lately, ever since he’s started cyber-stalking and obsessing over you, Jade’s wanted to get into photography. He buys the best camera, but then he also gets a vintage one just for the sake of aesthetics. It would be nice to develop these photos the old way: in a dark room where he must be precise and careful with handling every fragile photograph. Jade photographs a lot of nature, often things he comes across on his walks and hikes. Mushrooms. Trees. Leaves. Flowers. Unique stones or moss growing contrary. He photographs insects: a line of ants leading to an anthill, butterflies swarming blossoms, a caterpillar coming free from its cocoon. He likes the familiar weight of a camera in his hands. He likes being the one behind the lens, peering through at what’s seen with the camera, as if the world that lies beyond it is merely a portrait someone’s painted.
He wants to learn where you live, the places you frequent, what building the company you’re signed to works out of so that he may hopefully have a chance to capture candid photographs of you—things that no one but him will ever see. Intimate sides he will preserve within a picture.
Jade photographs potential locations deep within the forest. He captures the stages of death in permanence: the horrified countenance of your lover when they realize he’s holding a knife in his hand, the aftermath of a brutal slaughter, the perfectly, methodically dismembered corpse with all of its parts packaged in plastic and aligned in a grave dug deep, the mound of soil that soon covers the evidence, and the beautifully rare flowers or tree saplings he plants directly above the body.
Jade develops these photos in the makeshift dark room in his apartment. They’re well-done, but that’s how all of his work is. Eerily flawless. Recently, he learned where you live. It took some digging and lots of patience, but he’s good at uncovering forbidden things. When the time comes to take you, he’ll have to bring his camera along. He’d love to see what expressions he can photograph when he catches you by surprise. And he anticipates every photo will be far better than any of the previous ones he’s taken. After all, they’ll contain you and the raw, beautiful emotions you’ll show him. That’s something he’ll never be able to find in the average magazine.
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@onebluedalek asked for a starter with an old...friend.
Ah, Malekith thought, as he ducked out from inside his ship. Earth hasn't changed much over the last few years. True, there'd be a bit of a purging problem that needed tending to (so he'd heard tell) but the skies were still grey and the air still a mix of moisture and smog and just a touch of a chill in the air. The architecture too, looked more or less the same as any other human city, although it had been a very, very long time since he'd set foot in New York.
The Old Time Lord twisted around, just enough to lock his vessel with a hands-free key he'd fashioned for himself: sleek and square and the color of obsidian. Hm. He'd have to make a note to visit the islands before he left the planet.
He paused then, debating with himself if leaving a very noticeably alien ship out in the open like this. He'd heard of far stranger things happening since he'd last visited but at the same time...humans never learn. Ah well. Maybe they'd think it some sort of commemorative monument. It looked more or less like something from...what was his name...Welles, I think? Yes. One his novels. Only where most classic Midgardian literature fancied the stereotypical flying saucer, his looked more like, well...like a block. A big, black block with a smaller block on top from which he typically navigated the ship. Just big enough for an Old Time Lord and his adventures, whatever they may be.
Perhaps leaving it here would be just...fine? Malekith paused, ears picking up the sounds of voices from not too far away. He frowned, turning towards them and--yes, there were voices now, along with a couple of humans who looked anything but pleased with the situation.
Welcome home, you old fool.
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not that anyone asked but my next clothing purchases are gonna be a bomber leather jacket and another pair of combat boots
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