#AKS Security

[rajaniesh]

Best practices to deploy Azure Kubernetes services in a Production environment

Azure Kubernetes Service (AKS) has emerged as a leading container orchestration service, offering a plethora of features that streamline the deployment, management, and scaling of containerized applications.

Azure Kubernetes Service (AKS) has emerged as a leading container orchestration service, offering a plethora of features that streamline the deployment, management, and scaling of containerized applications. One of the standout aspects of AKS is its flexibility in offering both public and private clusters, as well as the powerful VNet integrations. In this guide, we’ll delve deep into these…

[rightnewshindi]

जम्मू के ग्रेटर कैलाश में ड्रेस पहने और AK-47 लिए नजर आए संदिग्ध, सुरक्षाबलों ने चलाया तलाशी अभियान

Jammu Kashmir: जम्मू में ग्रेटर कैलाश के पास सूखी नहर में बीती रात कैंप ड्रेस पहने तीन लोगों को कथित तौर पर एके-47 जैसे हथियारों के साथ देखा गया। इसके बाद सुरक्षाबलों ने तलाशी अभियान चलाया। तलाशी अभियान रात 10:15 बजे समाप्त हुआ। इस दौरान सुरक्षाबलों को कुछ भी संदिग्ध नहीं मिला। अधिकारियों ने नरवाल की ओर चौकियों को मजबूत करने की सलाह दी है। बता दें कि 30 जुलाई को भारतीय सेना ने पुंछ जिले से…

[starsandsuch]

ATMAKARAKA THROUGH THE HOUSES: how does your soul’s purpose manifest in this lifetime? 💡🦋

Your Atmakaraka is the planet in your Vedic Astrology chart with the highest degree. This planet represents your soul’s purpose in the lifetime.

Your Atmakaraka is called your soul planet or your AK planet. It is the significator of your soul.

The house your Soul Planet is in will paint a picture to how exactly your souls purpose will manifest in this lifetime.

Read my original post on identifying your soul planet: here

Atmakaraka in the 1H:

Your souls purpose is about self development. You’re meant to cultivate your own identity in this lifetime. Your major life lessons relate to being authentic and following your own journey. To develop strong boundaries between who you are vs what your expected to be. You’re meant to do things uniquely in a way that suits you and you only. Disregard the path society sets out for you, and create your own. You’re destined for notoriety and recognition.

Atmakaraka in the 2H:

Your soul’s purpose is about creating stability and security for yourself. Your meant to establish yourself in the material world, and be self-sufficient financially. You’re life’s journey is about sustenance. Sustaining yourself, your name, your possessions, your resources and your money. It’s all about creating and maintaining a proper foundation for yourself. You’re meant to use your voice as a method for fulfilling your purpose. Developing your speech to convey a message is apart of what your soul wants to do.

Atmakaraka in the 3H:

Your soul’s purpose is about communication. How do you express yourself? What mediums help you get your message across most authentically? You are destined to bring a specific message to the world that can only be channeled through you. Your destiny has a lot to do with speech, messages, media and conversation. You are meant to exercise a sense of courage in this life and do things fearlessly. Fearlessly communicating your authentic thoughts to the world. Saying what’s on your heart. Through music, writing, poetry, public speaking and the like.

Atmakaraka in the 4H

Your soul’s journey is about developing your inner happiness. Your meant to do what brings you emotional fulfillment. What makes you feel safe, secure, emotionally aligned? That is what your soul seeks to experience in this lifetime. Alignment with family and ancestors is a key life theme for you. To experience the emotional bond with people you call your family. You’re meant to get in touch with your roots, and align with the foundation of who you are. You’re soul seeks a sense of rootedness to the past in order to cultivate your future. The connection you have with your mother is an important part of your journey.

Atmakaraka in the 5H:

Your destined to express yourself creatively in this lifetime. You’re meant to develop and display your creative talents to the world. Your creative contributions are important, unique, and only can be expressed by you. Your life purpose is connected to performance, arts and entertainment. Through these mediums you are able to express your true soul purpose. Parenthood is a sacred journey for you, where you’re meant to experience preganacy/ raising a child. Your destiny is connected to children in general. Teaching them, guiding them, being involved in their development.

Atmakaraka in the 6H:

Your soul seeks to be of service in this lifetime. You are meant to be a healer. Healing yourself, healing those who need your help. Your power lies in being of service to humanity through your healing abilities. You are destined to overcome adversities and cultivate a sense of resilience. You’ll experience challenges, yet this transforms you into the ultimate problem-solver. You develop impenetrable strength: mentally, spiritually and psychologically. You incarnated because society needs your help, God sending one of his strongest soldiers to help heal the world. You have a special connection with animals in this lifetime. They are your allies in this journey.

Atmakaraka in the 7H

Your soul seeks to connect with others through partnership. Your soul’s purpose involves being in relationships that are fulfilling on a emotional, psychological and physical level. It is in your destiny to cultivate your social presence in the world, being a person of charm, decorum and worldliness. Your major life themes involve how you appeal to people and how you use your social connections to elevate your life. Your soul seeks to be impactful in society, through the social influence you have.

Atmakaraka in the 8H:

Your soul’s purpose is destined towards transformation. You experience blockages, challenges and adversities but come out stronger every time. You’re meant to turn your pain into power, to be an alchemist. Your soul came here to experience transformation. Spiritually, mentally, physically and psychologically. You’ll be faced with many unexpected crises yet your powerful intuition will always guide you. The occult knowledge you have will be key in your journey. You’re destined to experience the power that comes from transforming yourself and your life. You’re destined to leave a powerful legacy.

Atmakaraka in the 9H:

You’re destined to be a guide to others. Your soul came here with the purpose of spiritual evolution. Over the course of your life you’ll have many awakenings, epiphanies and realizations. This leads you to amassing abundant wisdom. You’re destined to teach the wisdom you have to others, guiding them on their paths. Your destiny is a worldly one, where it impacts people on a global scale. Your soul seeks the truth, spiritual knowledge, and the ability to live a life free of falsities and illusions.

Atmakaraka in the 10H:

You are destined to achieve your long term goals and be established in the material world. Your soul seeks achievement in the material world. To be successful , have recognition and status is what you’re here to achieve. Your destined to leave your mark on the world in an authentic way, your here to build and leave your legacy through your career and reputation. You are destined for fame or high status.

Atmakaraka in the 11H:

You are destined to fulfill your wishes and desires. Your life has a lot to do with manifesting. Manifesting your long term goals and unique visions. You are a visionary. You’re meant to focus on your gains in life and how you can achieve success in the material realm. Along the way you are likely to be popular and influential. Your purpose leads you to elevating humanity through your influence, there’s a deeper theme here of you making a difference in the world. Your goals and desires help the collective at large. Through your influence you help shape the trajectory of society.

Atmakaraka in the 12H:

Your destiny is about spiritual liberation. Your soul seeks truth and enlightenment. More importantly it seeks freedom from the cycles of reincarnation. You’re likely here on earth now as one of your final lifetimes. You are an old soul. This means your life is about letting go and not having attachments in the material realm that keep you trapped here. That’s why you’re on a discovery of truth. Dispelling illusions and aligning with your true spiritual journey. Your road is lonely, isolating and harrowing at times, but it’s all for the purpose of aligning you with your spiritual destiny. You are a healer and wise person. Your purpose involves being of service to others. You find it hard to connect to the material world/ mainstream society bc your destined for something greater. You’re meant to fulfill your spiritual goals more than material. 12th house is the “exit”. The spiritual, mystical exit where your soul elevates to the next realm after this incarnation, and you break free from being recycled back to earth.

Related posts:

Your soul planet and your mission in this lifetime

Your 1st house ruler and your unique life path

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

How would AK!Jason go with the fact that Y/N got kidnapped by Harley Quinn’s thugs while he was busy on a mission with his Militia. Love your stories by the way!

Abducted

Hi, nonnie! Thank you! Fair warning, this gets angsty. ~2.3k words

The Arkham Knight is surrounded by the dead bodies of nine of his most trusted and skilled men. It's not a mystery how they got that way. He shot the ones that were still alive himself.

Number ten is cowering on the ground, it's pathetic, really. They were supposed to be the best of the best.

That's what he was paying them for. So why the hell aren't you in the safe house he left you in? He unloads the rest of the clip into number tens leg, voice flat as he seethes, "Where are they?"

Number ten cries out. Jason doesn't really care. "They're– Harley! Quinn's gang got 'em," number ten chokes out, shaking and sobbing and weak.

"And where, exactly, did they take them?" Jason asks, reloading his gun.

"I don't know," number ten wails, and if Jason wasn't so pissed he'd roll his eyes. But he doesn't. This is serious. You're missing, and he's on the verge of blowing Gotham to hell.

"Guess," he hisses, pressing the barrel of the gun to the man's forehead.

"I don't– they said something about a carnival," number ten chokes out.

"Anything else," The Arkham Knights asks. Number ten shakes his head vigorously. Jason pulls the trigger and watches the body slump to the floor. He turns to the rest of the men, watching as they stiffen and shift under his gaze.

He's already stalking past them, "What do you have?"

"Sir, Harley Quinn hasn't been in Gotham since the Joker died," one of the men starts. Jason wonders if they notice the way his hands clench. "But there's rumors about a separate cell of Joker apologists, fanatics trying to keep his name alive."

He grits his teeth. Fine, that's not new information. But why would they go after you? "And," he forces out, "What does that have to do with them?"

His men follow him uneasily, "GCPD flagged a shipment to ACE Chemicals that went missing a few days ago. They– it was mentioned the truck was carrying chemicals similar to the ones used in the Joker and Harley Quinn cases, sir."

If he was any less trained, any less used to the hell that is Gotham, he would have stumbled, let out choked sounds and anguish and fear.

"One of the techs has a theory it's a revenge kidnapping," one of the sergeants continues, "for taking over Joker's old hideouts last week. It looks like they used a form of the laughing gas on the sentries outside."

"They're all going to be dead by the end of the night," He snaps, gesturing towards one of the lieutenants, "Get the men to set up a parameter. No one leaves the area. And no one moves in until they're secured. Understood?"

They nod vigorously. "Bring the fear toxin," the Arkham Knight grits out. He's out of the safe house and sprinting over Gothams rooftops without another word.

He knows Gotham better than most. Knows to take a shortcut over city hall, knows to jump in three... two... one... to land perfectly on a passing train. Knows when to shoot his grappling gun for the quickest route to the abandoned fairgrounds.

His heart is racing. He can see the number tracking his pulse steadily rising. He glares at the little number on the corner of his screen with a vengeance. He doesn't get to be scared. Doesn't get to panic until you're back at the base, warm and safe in his bed.

There's bile in his throat as he stalks through the shadows of the carnival. It rises with each thug he leaves crumpled and lifeless in the dirt. He's only acting on his training now, on the drive that he has to get to you, has to save you.

He slips past decaying attractions, clenches his fists at the abandoned ACE Chemicals truck crashed into a rotted ring toss booth. He follows the laughter and taunting voices to a ripped and decrepit tent.

There's not many places to hide, but Jason's the best at what he does. He thinks he might have been born to stalk the filth of Gotham.

His eyes narrow at the sight of you. Arms tied behind your back. Bruise forming on your cheek. Dazed expression, likely a concussion. Balanced precariously on the seat of a dunk tank over a pool of neon chemicals.

His fingers twitch over his gun when one of the goons throws a ball at the target, barely missing as the others laugh.

He counts the number of Joker fanatics in the room. Thirteen men. Eight women. Six posted close enough to you where they could hit the target if he's not fast enough. Seventeen with visible guns. All with visible weapons. There's more voices outside the tent.

He eyes the woman swinging a bat covered with barbed wire a little too close to the dunk tank, too close to you. Jason wants to get you out first. There's too many variables. You could get shot. He's not fast enough.

Someone throws another baseball. It's a perfect toss. He shoots it out of the air.

"You have something of mine," The Arkham Knight drawls, stepping out of the shadows. He would smile at the way most of the room flinches at the sight of him. He would if you weren't teetering over a vat of bubbling chemicals.

One of the men steps forward. Stupid of him, really, "Finders keepers." He says it like it's a game. Like you're just some toy they picked up off the street.

Jason laughs. It's funny, that they think just because they stole you, it makes you any less his, "I'm going to give you two choices. One, you drop your weapons and leave. Two, you stay and you learn exactly what the chemicals in that vat can do."

More people leave than he expected. Huh. Guess they aren't so loyal to the clowns' legacy as they said. "I'm not scared of you," Goon number one spits. Goon number one gets a bullet in his stomach.

"You will be," The Arkham Knight murmurs. It's quick work. They're untrained, inexperienced. Half of them are high. It becomes increasingly clear with each body that hits the floor gasping that someone paid off his men to get to you.

He's pulling you off and out of the dunk tank as the last thug hits the floor, "How bad is it?" Jason's hands do not shake as he unties your wrists. (They do.) His breath does not leave his lungs when you say your head hurts. (It does.)

His eyes dart over your face and he picks you up to cradle you against his chest, "I'll have a medic look over you when we get back." He tries to sound soothing, the modulator makes it sound emotionless. You don't even acknowledge it.

He carries you out of the tent. The Joker fanatics that left are kneeling in the dirt and his men have their guns trained to kill. The Arkham Knight nods to them, "Use the Fear Toxin. Inject them with the highest dose we have. Drop the freaks still alive in the tent into the vat."

"Yes, sir," his men echo. Jason ignores the begging that starts up behind him as he carries you to the armored truck. He maneuvers you inside with him, settles you on his lap as his hand brushes the bruise on your face.

"Boss," the soldier behind the steering wheel prompts.

"Take us back to base, sergeant," The Arkham Knight says evenly, gloves still tracing your bruise. He doesn't ask questions, doesn't make any promises. The only comfort he offers is his hand gripping your waist tightly, paired with the gentle caressing of your face.

He knows it's not kind, the way he's holding you. He sees it in your eyes, even through the exhaustion and headache you're feeling, he's overbearing. He can't bring himself to care. All that matters is that you're safe in his arms.

The rest he can take care of later. It'll be simple for him and Deathstroke to pick through the rats in his ranks. Scarecrow's always in need of new test subjects, after all.

His grip tightens on you as the truck stops. The Arkham Knight picks you up easily, pushing the door open and carrying you inside the base. His soldiers are quick to move out of his way. They should be. Anyone with a brain can tell he's angry.

He's livid, at the way you hardly move, barely react to him. A medic files after him quickly as he sets you down in his personal quarters.

It's not a room he ever uses, preferring to sleep at whatever safe house you're in, but you're safer here until he can weed out the traitors. He watches you shift slightly in the chair, eyes unfocused.

Jason steps back and studies you with sharp eyes as the medic talks to you quietly, taking note of each wound and stumbled answer you give.

"Mild concussion, some scrapes and abrasions. Nothing that won't heal," the medic decides, "They shouldn't sleep for the next hour and need to be monitored for any worsening symptoms."

Jason motions them to leave. He hates to leave you alone, even for a moment, but there is one more order he needs to give. He follows the medic out the door.

A group of squad leaders stand rigid outside his quarters. Good. They should be on edge. "Make an example of any Joker or Harley Quinn sympathizers," he says, tone an unquestionable command, "Anything that's theirs, is a part of our operations by the end of the night."

He doesn't bother to stay and listen to their replies, already turning back into the room where you're waiting. Jason locks the door behind him, crossing the room in three strides and kneels at your feet.

You blink down at him. He hates the distant look in your eyes. You should be here. With him. He tugs his helmet off, "Does your head still hurt?"

You nod a little, the only proof you're really listening. He takes your hand in his brushing his thumb over your knuckles, "Say something." It's a command. It makes you jolt a little. He hates himself for it.

"I thought– they were gonna kill me," You stumble out, voice weak.

He nods, there's no pretending that's not true, "They can't kill anyone now."

He thinks you would have looked alarmed, if you didn't know what he was now. Relentless. A monster. A killer. But you do know, he's made that more than clear since the moment he got you back by his side.

You look resigned instead. Jason wishes you'd look relieved, "Do you need anything," he asks instead, reaching up to brush the bruise on your cheek. He can't help it, it's his fault that it's there.

You shake your head. He hates how quiet you're being, "Say something," he prompts again. He knows he shouldn't, knows you're in shock and you're hurt and you're tired and you're probably scared and he's not helping. But, he squeezes your hand anyway, a silent demand.

"What do you want me to say, Jason?" You breathe out, eyes finally focusing on him.

"Anything. Ask me for anything. Yell at me. Curse me out. Tell me you hate me. Hit me. Give me a bruise to match," He says almost desperately, pressing himself closer between your knees.

There's something wrong with him. He realizes that. The Arkham Knight is well aware that something inside of him is twisted, that you deserve better than this, especially after what you just went through, but he doesn't stop himself.

"I don't wanna hurt you," You murmur, "You came for me."

"I'm the reason you were there in the first place," Jason protests, both hands moving to cup your face, "I would deserve it, welcome it, if it was from you."

"I want," You start, and Jason leans forward eagerly, ready for whatever punishment you deliver, "I want to lay down. I wanna feel safe."

He falters, but doesn't move from between your legs, "You can't sleep for at least another hour."

"I know," You say quietly. Jason stares at you. You're the only thing that makes him unsure now. You always manage to knock him off center, never doing what he expects.

"Okay," he relents, scooping you up just as easily as he did in the tent. He carries you over to his bed. It's unused, perfectly made. He only ever sleeps wherever you are.

Jason carefully places you at the edge of the bed and digs through a drawer, handing you a shirt. He tugs off his armor, and frowns when you don't move.

"You don't want to sleep in that," it's not a question, and maybe he should frame it as one. Try to get nicer. But he thinks he might have forgotten how. You nod and slowly change. His eyes never leave you.

There's a few more bruises than he expected, and it makes rage coil in his chest. There's nothing he can do but crawl into bed at your side. It makes him uneasy, how little he can do for you.

He tugs you against him, he's not as gentle as he means to be.

You curl against him, fingers tangling into his shirt. He should comfort you here. Tell you it's going to be okay. Promise to protect you. He should rub your back and kiss your forehead and ease whatever pain you have in your heart.

But he's not gentle. He's not good. You're like this because of him. He holds you tighter when tears start to soak his shirt, lets you tangle your legs with his.

He doesn't manage to find the right words to say, doesn't manage to do the right thing before the hour is up, and you drift off to sleep. He doesn't think he ever will.

[okiedreamsreviews]

Crushed by AK Evans ~ New Release

Crushed by AK Evans ~ New Release

CRUSHED   Harper Security Ops #6 Author: A.K. Evans Genre: Military Romantic Suspense Release Date: January 10, 2023     What’s the price of survival? Sawyer McKinney didn’t want to come back. It wasn’t like anyone wanted to see her ever again anyway. But this was about life or death, and that meant there was only one place she could go. If Jesse Hale never saw Sawyer again, it would be too…

[porcalinecunt]

017 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘.

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 piss off the arkham knight, you’re poor pussy pays the price! ~

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader. impact play. punishment. pussy slapping. face slapping. spanking. pain kink. degradation. ak! jason is mean as fuck lmao > - <

・:。[ author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ i don’t really like this but oh well blehhhh • ~ •

“did i tell you to speak?”

“n-no..” SMACK!

“good, so don’t fuckin’ talk.”

you’re cheek stung from the brute force of his slap, surely it was gonna leave another hand print. you’re ass as a whole looked a whole lot worse then you could’ve imagined, tender and raw skin becoming a bright red as your boyfriend continued his assault on it.

to tick off the arkham knight himself is a death wish to anyone, but to you, it’s a game like tag or hide ‘n seek. you couldn’t give someone a clear answer if they were to ask why, where’s the fun in pissing off a short tempered and unstable jason todd?

what you’d never admit is the “reward” you received after hitting his breaking point, one which results in him picking you up over the shoulder and thrown onto the bed in your shared bedroom within hq. clothes torn clean off without regard for them, as if jay can’t get you more.

blue eyes bore into your own as his armor falls off, revealing his broken and scarred body from his torture and years of hard training. jason was a harsh man, inside and out, something that disturbingly aroused you. you couldn’t tell what it was but it made you act out for a drop of his attention.

and a spank to the ass. hell, a hit anywhere on your precious figure. from a slap to the face to one against your weeping cunt, no area is off limits to your lover.

his calloused fingers traced the soft curve of your hips, which were bruised with his hand marks. they inched up your chest, your neck, and eventually your face. reddened eyes and arched eyebrows stares back at jason’s apathetic grin, a stupid expression to fit your empty headed self. you were too cute, so much so, it earned you a light slap that punched a whimper out of your throat.

“someone’s sensative, is it you baby? is it my good little boy?” he cooed in a mocking tone while holding your chin. jason was mean, and he relished in it.

you weakly nodded as he caressed your reddening cheek, submitting to the false sense of security. “d’wa, that’s too fuckin’ bad.”

SMACK! tears welled in your eyes from the sting of his palm against your bruising face. before you could protest, a large hand struck your throat, wrapping its fingers into a tight chokehold. the knight pulled your face closer to his, locking your lips in a sloppy kiss. he could practically taste your sweat and tears from his harsh treatment, it only made his untouched cock so much harder.

“keep whinin’ like this baby, i might just cum from that alone..” he crudely chuckled, giving your other cheek a light slap.

through glassy eyes, you gave your boyfriend a puppy eyed stare. pouting your swollen lips, you tried to sweet talk your way out of jason’s punishment. even going as far as palming his ever so hardening cock, only to receive a less then favorable reaction. the knight laughed. he fucking laughs.

“you think i’m fuckin’ stupid huh?” he scoffs, letting go of his grip on your throat. with one tight grab, he flips you onto your stomach and struck a hard one in your inner thigh. “i know what you want, minx, and your not getting it.”

jason hissed, striking the bruised flesh of your ass as it grew more numb as time ticked by. pathetically, you bucked your hips against the ruined sheets, soaked by your arousal. your aching clit tinged with sweet friction as the knight watched in amusement at your embarrassing attempt of an orgasm. your dry humping was rudely interrupted when he slapped your cunt out of nowhere, forcing you to freeze up.

the sound of ruffling and a small yet audible slap made you flinch, as well as the hot flesh that sat on the curve of your ass.

“i’ll give you what you want, just don’t fuckin’ cry to me about it once it’s too much.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[kibblbread]

AK!Jason doesn’t really like anything.. but he really likes spending time with you.

There isn’t much joy in his life, and when he does experience it, it’s pretty hard to tell. Very hard in fact. When Jason is his absolute happiest it’s truly rare that he’s fully conscious or not coming down from a state of extreme distress and panic.

More recent anecdotes of him happily existing involve him waking up or falling asleep alongside you, preventing a loved one from being fatally hurt, or brutalizing soneone that hurts you. Pretty scary, but these aren’t things he wants to acknowledge in the slightest or ever make known to you. External validation is necessary for him to truly feel good at this point in his life, which is something you’re privy to— just not the extent obviously.

When JT is hardly awake or really beginning to fall into what’ll be a comfortable dreamless sleep, he feels safe and secure enough to relax properly. He’s being held, allowed to be perceivably weak in a way that he deems acceptable. He can bury himself deep into the warmth and softness of your body to be protected from the nipping cold of Gotham.

It’s such a special time for him, a sacred moment that he cherishes.

You are his one precious piece of bliss.

Jason doesn’t acknowledge your gentle scalp rubs and lip balm coated kisses outside of a slight tightening of his grasp on your t-shirt. Greedily and lazily claiming his lover and her kind gestures of affection.

This is the most common and most easily detectable example of happiness from Jason. It’s somewhat complex without any explanation but still worth noting to an observant s/o of JT. I think that Jason himself though wouldn’t identify this experience (or lack of) is actually happening beyond him being happy to snuggle every once in a while. Being able to be excited to be touched instead of anxious or irrationally annoyed, it doesn’t occur to himself how often he’s in a nasty mood.

Preventing a loved one from being hurt only gives a small sense of joy that’s usually overshadowed by guilt and anger. The fact that the situation happened in the first place is somehow his own fault in the mind of Jason. But there are times where you’re able to thank him immediately after the fact, those are the times he can feel ego. That pat on the back is always a major surprise to him! Any gratitude he receives in moments so stressful boost his confidence a lot. When you do that he doesn’t have to much time to think about every specific way he fucked up, instead he’s concentrated on rationalizing why you’re complimenting something that in his head could’ve been somehow avoided.

You give him a quick hug and smile up at his faceless red helmet, telling him things could’ve ended terribly if he hadn’t been there. There is a small ping of joy radiate from within his chest. The positive reinforcement of your small affirming touches and verbal encouragement give pause to the harsh self criticisms. While the ultimate core emotions attached to this moment would be some initial surprise and frustration, there will always be a lingering feeling of pride that he got to be your hero.

As for getting a lick-back for your sake, lol, he’s pretty fucked up about it. Whether it be a lowly henchman/gang member or a notorious villain, he doesn’t know when to let up— or if he wants to. Deep down Jason derives a sick sense of joy from maiming people. It’s not his fault, but it’s his responsibility to face this dark and crooked part of himself. He knows it spooks you, it spooks all his loved ones, but he can’t help it can he? He can’t help being the twisted mangled thing Joker forced him to become.

Jason just wants you to feel safe.

He almost never feels safe so this is a favor from him to you of course..

For you to feel safe around a psycho like him.

[redr0sewrites]

Could you do Arkham Knight Jason? Or if not just regular canon Jason, and the things you can unintentionally say to him that would get him hot under the collar? What can you say intentionally to make this man blush like a tomato and have him kicking his feet, sighing dreamily like a schoolgirl when he thinks about it later. Give us your takes on my special bbygirl

🥀A/n: could NOT choose between the two sooooo i added both... teehee!!!

🥀Character(s): Ak!Jason x reader, Jason Todd x reader

🥀Cw: fluff, suggestive, no smut but mentions of sex/praise kink, jason being a liiiiittle horny

🥀minors dni

Jason Todd:

Jason is absolutely whipped for you, any and everything you say makes him fluttery !!! he's disgustingly in love with you and is not afraid to show it

starting off strong for any unintentional comments, any possessive or jealous statements definitely excite him. he would never purposely make you jealous, but Jason can't deny that he finds it attractive when you refer to him as yours. if someone is flirting with him in front of you (and not taking the hint that he is NOT interested) and you interrupt them and say like "thats my boyfriend", Jason nearly giggles!!!

additionally, loves when you call him "my partner", or "my love". anything that depicts him as yours, because yes, he is yours, and you are his. not in a controlling way, but in a "i trust you to give my whole heart to you i love and trust you completely" way

this isn't exactly a comment, but he really appreciates when you defend him? if someone is talking about how he's a murderer or a monster, he certainly doesn't outwardly say anything, but if you speak up about it? he's smiling to himself and blushing like a schoolgirl. Jason would never ask you to defend him, but it's very reassuring to know that you would regardless

when it comes to intentional comments, its even easier to fluster him

flirting, even corny flirting, always makes him very happy. you guys could be married for 12 years with two kids and you using a cringey pickup line still makes him weak in the knees. he loves being romantic with you, and when you are intentionally being romantic in return, it just really affects him positively

sooooo starved for compliments. especially when it comes to his body or looks. after the lazarus pit, his entire body changed. he skipped years of his life, changing from a 15 year old boy to a 19 year old man. he grew in size and strength, and it takes him a while to get used to his body.

it could be as simple as calling him handsome! it just makes Jason feel appreciated and he loves that he appeals to you physically.

i think he's the type to have a bit of a praise kink, so when it comes to compliments, it either makes him really soft and romantic or it takes a different route that leads to the bedroom. he loves praising you, but he really doesn't receive enough praise so it matters a lot to him

COMMENT ON HOW STRONG HE IS AND HOW SAFE HE MAKES YOU FEEL HE WILL MELT. if you say anything along the lines of "being around you makes me feel safe", he will probably cry and makeout with you whaaat who said that 😇 Jason would never want you to be afraid of him, and he cares a lot about your comfort. the idea that he makes you feel safe and comfortable is something he can't understand, and doesn't comprehend how someone as perfect as you could be with him. so please please PLEASE tell him that he makes you feel safe and secure.

Ak!Jason Todd

now Ak!Jason isn't as easy to fluster, simply because he doesn't outwardly show it as much, but he still has a few things that make him tick

when it comes to unintentional things, reassuring him that you'll stay by his side no matter what is a big one. he's lost people, including himself, and he doesn't want to lose you too. reminding Jason that you're going to stay with him, and that you love him unconditionally, is one of the easiest ways to fluster him

another thing that reminds him of how much he loves you is when you shit talk people together. in my opinion, there is nothing more gratifying as someone who's been through abuse than to hear someone else realizing the truth about the people who hurt you. if you started hating on the joker, or criticizing batman's methods, Ak!Jason immediately has heart eyes!!! especially if your animated and funny about it.

if you have any personal vendettas or people you hate, Ak!Jason will gladly join you in venting and ranting. he thinks it's attractive when you compare others to him, claiming that he's so much better than your exes, and ranting on and on about how hot he is and how much better he treats you. he wants to know he's doing a good job, but it's also a bit of a relief that you think highly of him yk? he's also more than willing to make them "disappear" if they're bothering you..

Ak!Jason is more of the jealous type, and would be a lot more into you admitting that you're his than he's yours. if another Big Bad™️ was flirting with you, say for example, Scarecrow, and you respond that you're already taken, or that Ak!Jason is your boyfriend? not only is it a show of your loyalty, but its also really hot in his opinion. he also beats up Scarecrow, but that's irrelevant....!

when it comes to intentional things you can say, this is a bit trickier

like canon Jason, Ak!Jason is a bit insecure about his appearance, especially his scars. if you were to compliment his scars, he wouldn't believe you at first. Ak!Jason does not have much love for himself, and doesn't believe that you can truly see him as attractive when he's so scarred, physically and emotionally. PLEASE compliment his scars, it will not only fluster him but help rebuild his confidence in general

again with compliments, but this time on his efficiency and his skills in general. the work he does is bloody and brutal, and Ak!Jason would never want to scare you. however, if you witnessed him fighting or killing someone (especially in your defense), and complimented him on it? it would probably turn him on a bit ngl. a small part inside of him wants to be your hero, he wants to protect you and keep you safe. if you find it helpful, and even attractive, when he does so, this man is HEAD OVER HEELS in love

bragging about him. yet another intentional turn-on, Ak!Jason loves overhearing you mention to someone else how lucky you are to have him, how strong and brave and wonderful he is, etc. say you both are at some function or other, maybe meeting your family. start bragging about him and watch just how quickly he needs to pull you aside to "talk to you", or how suddenly an excuse comes up and you both have to head home. the fact that you think so highly of him, and would go out of your way to inform others of how much you adore him, is sooooo attractive in his eyes

the last intentional way to fluster Ak!Jason is simple yet effective: i love you. Jason in general is not used to love, but especially Ak!Jason. hearing you say i love you is just so lovely. if you start listing the things you love about him, he will melt. he loves you so, so much, and is so grateful you feel the same

urhrhrhrhrhrh i love him soo much 😭 i need me a Jason Todd smh. i love the idea of Jason w a praise kink, it opens a whole new world of possibilities i swearrrrr. anyways !!! hope u enjoy !!!

[ihrthoney]

another late night ak!jason brainrot because i need more content of jason peter todd.

after seeing you again, he couldn’t stomach physical affection. the night he saw you again was the only time, call it the heat of the moment.

there’s nothing more that he wants but to be close to you, to hear your heartbeat but the thought of being hugged.. the feeling of being restrained floods his brain and forces his focus on everything but love.

he still loves you, but he knows it’s different. it’s tainted, it’s like you’re strangers again despite what you say.

he hasn’t told you what happened to him, not fully. he knows you, you’d drown in guilt. this wasn’t your fault. not his girl.

you respected his wishes of space, it’s a little tense because you’re relearning him but you’re just happy he’s back.

he doesn’t fully trust you unfortunately. so he asks to set up cameras and security in your home, tinkering with your phone so no one would locate you or him. he was covering his tracks.

thankfully you don’t seem to leave home much besides work and groceries.

also you no longer work and he has his men get groceries for you.

the morning after he saw you, he wanted to ask you to move to base but he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

you let him do anything to be safe, to be sure, and it makes him ache for you. he would give anything if it meant you two could go back to normal, but he knows he can’t. he never can.

but if there’s one thing he’s going to try for. it’s you.

[zombflesh]

how do you think ak!jay likes to be hugged (i miss him)

I'm about to yap a lot for this one so strap in. I personally think that Jason wouldn't exactly be used to hugs even before he was tortured. Physical attention wasn't something he was given that much as a child, and he's way used to touch being a negative instead of a positive. His short time with Bruce probably helped him accept that touch wasn't a negative thing until the Joker ruined it all. After Arkham Knight, Jason would not be able to properly stomach any kind of physical contact. He's been tortured, beaten, and is at his lowest point. Jason doesn't even feel human at this point because after everything he can only see himself as a shell of who he once was. The littlest things are a trigger to him. Something as simple as a pat on the shoulder makes him want to claw at his own skin. Jason's S/O would need to be very patient at first. Physical affection is a concept that has been tainted for him. He's trying hard to get used to your gentle touches because he wants to be with you. Jason doesn't want you to be with someone that can barely take care of themselves. Jason wants you to be with a person instead of the ghost that he perceives himself as. Jason heals and slowly but surely, he leans into your hugs. Now to actually answer the question sorry for going on that long ass tangent

At first, Jason's hugs would feel like hugging a statue. Very stiff and he barely moves a muscle. That stiffness slowly melts away the more he heals. And when this man hugs believe me, he HUGS. Jason is starved of affection, and he feels safe in your around. When he hugs you it's always firm but gentle. Jason wants to make you feel safe in his arms like how your presence makes him feel safe. Snuggling with him would feel like hugging a giant teddy bear. Jason would hold you to his chest while his fingers would either rub your back or play with your hair. Of course, there are always those hugs where he picks you up and spins you around. Jason's hugs would be so tight and so warm.

Jason is a forehead kisser and anyone who says otherwise is wrong. After every hug he's give you a big smooch on the forehead. Hear me out on this next part. Little spoon Jason. HEAR ME OUT PLEASE!! Yeah, he prefers to be big spoon. But Jason would melt whenever you hold him. Just imagine the realization that Jason is being held hitting him and he just leans into the hug. He would bury his face into your shoulder and let out the most content sigh. Love, security, and warmth are all things he can find in your arms. Jason would love it if you held him before he fell asleep. His face would be pressed against your chest as he listens to your heartbeat. The rhythm of your heartbeat would help him fall asleep because it's just comforting to know that your still there. He relaxes as soon as you brush your fingers through his hair. Or even hearing you talk is enough to make him unwind.

There's something so sweet about Jason letting himself be held idk what it is

[jewish-sideblog]

I know for a fact that people are responding with orientalism, fetishization, and fandomization of the Israel / Palestine conflict. Because there is no way in hell that the American left would have responded the same way to October 7 happening in America.

Imagine if 364 people had been killed by AK assault rifles in a mass shooting at a music festival in America. I think the response from the American left would be much different. There would been have been universal condemnation and a push to dismantle and disarm the known hate group that planned and executed the shooting. There would have been common sense reforms planned to prevent the exact same thing from happening again.

But the mass shooting killed 364 Israelis, not 364 Americans. It was accompanied by 5000 rockets aimed at civilian targets, 775 other fatal shootings, and 247 instances of human trafficking across international borders. Torture. Mutilation. Sexual violence. Infants shot multiple times.

Somehow, that means the response from the American left has fully reversed. Many of them have, in essence, said that “A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.” They used the opportunity to glorify terrorists who mass-murdered civilians with the intent to commit genocide. Isn’t that what the American alt-right normally does in response to violence?

The necessary disclaimer here is that none of this should serve to justify the actions of the Israeli government. A military force that is typically known for having historically low rates of civilian death now has historically high rates— there is no excuse for that. The amount of sheer Israeli incompetence that allowed the attack to happen in the first place, and led such a disproportionate response, is nothing but a complete humanitarian failure of the Likud administration.

But I remember distinctly how many Americans glorified Hamas and called for the destruction of Jews in Israel on October 7th. During the terrorist attack. Before Israel’s military response. Clearly, no military response of any kind could have been justified by the people who usually beg for violent hate groups to get disarmed.

This is a kind of conflict many of them will never have to actually reconcile with, because the while the average American can access an automatic rifle, they can’t access a rocket launcher. Lacking insight into geopolitical history, the realities of warfare, and any actual ties to the real people being killed, they turned their slacktivism into a show. Hamas are Good Guys and Zionists are Bad Guys. And as long as it’s happening several thousand miles away, a Good Guy with a Gun becomes a perfect fantasy.

[saphronethaleph]

Perfect Hiding Spot

“I don’t like you either!” Evazan said, getting into Luke’s face to make his point. “You just watch yourself. We’re wanted men! I have the death sentence on twelve systems.”

“I’ll be careful,” Luke promised, as he turned back to his drink.

“You’ll be dead!” Evazan replied, grabbing Luke’s shoulder to spin him around again.

“This little one’s not worth the effort,” Obi-Wan chided, with a genial smile. “How about I get you something?”

Evazan made a keening noise of frustrated rage, and this time when he grabbed for Luke’s shoulder he yanked the young man bodily backwards. Luke staggered back, then fell, and knocked over a table with a clatter.

Every eye in the cantina turned towards the confrontation, and Wuher dove behind his bar with a panicked shout. “No blasters, no blasters!”

Obi-Wan’s lightsaber flashed out as Ponda Baba drew his blaster, and a moment later the aqualish was missing both the blaster and an arm.

For at least five seconds, there was complete stillness in the room.

“...Master Kenobi?” one of the duros asked, in a brittle voice. “You survived?”

He glanced around the bar, nervous. “I thought I was the only one-”

“I thought I was the only one!”

The speaker that time was one of the Modal Nodes, and all six of his bith bandmates looked at him.

“You can’t mean you’re a Jedi?” Figrin D’an asked.

“You’re a Jedi as well?” three of the other Modal Nodes said, before glancing at one another.

Luke raised his arm, hesitantly, then the duros jedi pulled him upright.

“Thanks,” he said. “But, I mean… how many people in here are Jedi?”

Forty-six lightsabers came out.

“In the name of the Krayt, why?” Luke asked. “Why are you all in hiding here?”

“I thought it was the most out of the way place in the galaxy,” Kardue’sai’Malloc volunteered.

That was hard to argue with, as far as Luke was concerned.

“I came here because I heard a rumour that Darth Vader hated sand,” Hem Dazon said.

Fourteen other people said out loud that they’d heard that too, and another ten nodded along with it.

“We’re touring?” one of the bith musicians asked. “Shavit, that’s a coincidence.”

“Who else picked it off a list when they tried to go into hiding?” Momaw Nadon asked, getting several more raised hands or similar manipulators.

“Why are you here, though, Master Kenobi?” Lak Sivrak asked.

“For the same reason as all of you, I think,” Obi-Wan answered, deactivating his lightsaber, because Evazan and Ponda had run away while he was distracted. “To hide, from the reaches of the Empire. This is the one place that Darth Vader would never come.”

“...who’s the kid?” the duros Jedi asked.

“My name’s Luke Skywalker,” Luke said.

“...was your father Anakin Skywalker?” BoShek asked. “Damn, kid.”

He paused. “Wait. How come Master Kenobi needs passage somewhere, anyway? He was almost able to keep up with Anakin, and Anakin was the best pilot the galaxy’s ever produced, by my money.”

“I dislike flying and I don’t currently own a starship,” Obi-Wan replied. “I believe you were introducing me to someone who might be able to arrange one?”

He looked around at the bar. “I may need to ask him how many passengers he can handle.”

“Well?” Stormtrooper Sergeant RF-345 asked.

“No sign of anything in the south sector,” one of his troopers replied. “I’m tagging the doors that don’t open for a later check.”

“Good,” RF-345 assessed. “Second company is moving to secure the docking bays. Watch out for anyone trying to move ahead of the cordon – stay alert for any surprises.”

Then a tidal wave of Jedi came pouring out of Chalmun’s Cantina, waving lightsabers and stampeding in the direction of Docking Bay Ninety-Four, accompanied by a wookie, a kid and a very surprised scoundrel and pausing long enough to pick up a pair of droids from one of the nearby houses.

RF-345 and his squad kept looking in that direction for at least ten full seconds after the stampede had vanished.

“...like that, sir?” trooper AK-707 asked, in a fragile voice.

“Like that, yes,” RF-345 agreed, then blinked a few times. “At least, assuming it was real, and not a hallucination.”

“It might have been a hallucination,” trooper ED-321 conceded. “We have been out in the sun all day.”

[okiedreamsreviews]

Distracted by A.K. Evans ~ Cover Reveal

Distracted by A.K. Evans ~ Cover Reveal

DISTRACTED Harper Security Ops #7 A.K. Evans   Genre: Military Romantic Suspense Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations Release Date: March 7, 2023      BLURB Marriage of convenience? More like marriage of inconvenience. Especially when it turns deadly. Ellery Cross did what she had to do to save her family from ruin. She married a man she wasn’t in love with. Worse, she married a man she…

[emjayewrites]

Sakura Dreams 🌸 🇯🇵 🗼Jules Kounde (2/6)

SYNOPSIS: It was supposed to be a guys trip to Japan after a disappointing ending to Euros, however, fate had another thing in mind.

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x fem!blackOC (Ayo Pratt) (faceclaim joie.ade)

WARNINGS: cursing, poor google translations, football b.s & drama, flirty!jules, eventual smut. MINORS DNI!!!

TAGLIST: @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold @sinflowersugar @mauvecherie-writes @queenshikongo3 @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @peyiswriting @leilaxaliel @serpenttines-library @certifiedlesbianbaddie @niahxo @julescpu @jack0357 @chaoticcoffeequeen @greedyjudge2 @yeea-nah @saturnville @taytropicana @trentswrld @cranberryjulce @vile-harlot @2serenity0

A/N: Jules is in Japan, so of course I had to make a short series about it. Also, if you're a Jules girl, please let me know and I'll tag you in more chapters.

Ayo stirred awake, her head pounding slightly from the sake-induced haze of the previous night. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of her hotel room, casting a soft glow on the minimalist decor. The distant hum of Tokyo traffic and the gentle whir of the air conditioning created a soothing white noise.

As she blinked away the sleep, memories of the night before flooded back. Their arrival in Tokyo, the chance encounter with Jules and his friends, the karaoke taxi ride, and the club. Jules' warm smile and the way his eyes had lingered on her throughout the evening stood out vividly in her mind.

Reaching for her phone, Ayo saw a flurry of notifications. A message from her parents asking if she was safe and well popped up first. She quickly replied, knowing they probably wouldn't answer right away due to the time difference between Japan and New Jersey.

Several emails from her agency caught her attention, along with one from her realtor. Excitement bubbled up as she read that she'd secured a cozy studio flat in Islington, London - a borough known for its trendy cafes and safe, village-like atmosphere.

Amidst the good news, a familiar name appeared in her messages: Jamaal. With a sigh, Ayo deleted the texts without reading them, contemplating whether it was finally time to block her persistent ex.

A muffled noise from the living room interrupted her thoughts. Curious, Ayo padded out of her room, only to witness AK attempting to tiptoe out of Gigi's room. Their eyes met, and AK flashed her a sheepish smile.

"Morning," he said groggily, running a hand over his face.

"Morning," Ayo replied, biting back a smirk.

"Uh, we were thinking of grabbing breakfast. You girls want to join?"

Ayo nodded, her mind already racing with questions for Gigi. She had expected this kind of behavior from her cousin Nikki, not Gigi. "Sure, sounds good. Let me wake the others."

As AK made his way out, Ayo couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. This trip was certainly off to an interesting start, and she had a feeling the surprises were far from over.

Ayo meandered through the suite, gently rousing her friends. Nikki grumbled and pulled the covers over her head, while Symone bounced out of bed with surprising energy. Gigi emerged from her room looking slightly disheveled but grinning from ear to ear.

After waking everyone, Ayo retreated to the bathroom for a quick shower. As the warm water cascaded over her, she found her thoughts drifting to Jules. His charming smile, the way he held her close while dancing, the feel of his dick…

Lord knows the man was working with a third leg! Jesus be a fence!

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. With both groups deciding to explore Japan together, she had 13 more days until she'd be rid of him. Part of her dreaded that ending and was curious about what could possibly happen between them.

Stepping out of the shower, Ayo dried off and got dressed. She chose a mini skirt and an anime-inspired crop top, fixing her hair back into two puffs. Her makeup was simple – a touch of mascara, some blush, and a dab of Fenty's Choco lip gloss.

"Ayo! You ready?" Nikki called from the living room.

They made their way down to the breakfast buffet, quickly spotting Jules and his friends at a large table.

Symone nudged Ayo, grinning. "Go sit next to your man."

"He's not my man..." Ayo muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes but took the empty seat next to Jules anyway. He looked effortlessly cool in an anime t-shirt, shorts, and Nike sneakers. His dreads were pulled back in a ponytail, with a couple of locs framing his face.

Jules slid a mug of coffee towards her. "Figured you might need this," he said with a smile. Ayo nodded gratefully, murmuring a soft thanks. He then produced a sealed package of ibuprofen. "Thought you might need this too."

Her friends exchanged knowing glances, barely containing their teasing smiles.

As the girls headed to the buffet, Ayo surveyed the spread. There was a mix of Japanese and Western breakfast items – steamed rice, miso soup, and grilled fish alongside pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

While filling their plates, Symone leaned in close to Ayo. "You know, you should relax a bit. Maybe Jules could help with that," she said with a wink. "You know you haven't had that good pipe in a long, long time."

"Bye, Sy," Ayo laughed and shook her head, but inwardly, she considered it. Her last relationship with Jamaal had been a disaster. He'd been controlling, jealous, and unsupportive of her modeling career. The breakup had been messy, and he still couldn't seem to let go. Plus, with her impending move to London…

France ain't nothing but a train ride away, chile, an intrusive thought reminded her. She could potentially see Jules… but she quickly pushed that idea aside; she wasn't that desperate for dick.

Back at the table, conversation flowed easily as they discussed their plans for the day.

"I was thinking we could hit up KITH," Nicholas suggested.

"Ooh, and some vintage shopping!" Gigi chimed in excitedly.

"We should definitely check out the Teamlab digital art museum," Wilhelm added. "It's incredible."

"And maybe end the day with a trip to the Tokyo Tower?" AK proposed.

Jules nodded along. "Sounds great. I brought my Nikon, so I'll be the designated photographer for the day."

The girls, except Ayo, squealed in delight. "Yes! The Instagram content is going to be fire!" Symone exclaimed.

As they finished breakfast and prepared to head out, Ayo found herself both excited and nervous about the day ahead. She couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Jules, but she also couldn't shake the nagging voice reminding her of her goals and the complications a vacation fling could bring.

Still, as they left the hotel and stepped into the bustling Tokyo streets, with Jules walking close beside her, Ayo decided to let herself enjoy the moment. After all, wasn't that what vacations were for? And by the way Jules was practically staring into her soul, what was one small trip to PoundTown?

Fuck me, this nigga was going to turn me into a fein.

Jules couldn't help but admire Ayo as they explored Tokyo's bustling streets. As the group made their way through the city, Jules took some candid photos of Ayo and her friends, capturing their excitement and the vibrant energy of Tokyo.

The way she looked in that mini skirt, showing off her shapely legs, was driving him crazy. The skirt hugged her curves perfectly, and the slight sway of her hips as she walked was mesmerizing. Her skin seemed to glow, and every movement she made caused his dick to stir.

She turned, giving him a natural, radiant smile that he quickly immortalized in a photograph.

"Perfect," he murmured, reviewing the shot. Too fucking perfect.

When they reached the subway station, confusion set in among the girls as they tried to decipher the complex transit map. The colorful lines and Japanese characters seemed to blur together, leaving them feeling overwhelmed.

"Okay, I'm officially lost," Nikki declared, throwing her hands up in defeat.

Gigi squinted at the map. "Yeah, we need someone to translate all of this."

Jules and Wilhelm, having visited Japan before, stepped in to help. "Don't worry, I've got you," Jules assured them, moving closer to the group.

"Here, let me show you," he offered, guiding them through the ticket process. "See these colored lines? Each represents a different route. We want the Ginza line, which is this orange one here."

As Jules explained the intricacies of Tokyo's subway system, he couldn't help but notice how close he was standing to Ayo. Her scent, a subtle exotic musk, was intoxicating.

They made their way to the platform, squeezing into the crowded train car. Jules found himself, as usual, close to Ayo, both of them holding onto the overhead handrail.

"This reminds me of rush hour in New York," Ayo commented, smiling up at Jules.

"Oh yeah? You miss the crowded subways?" Jules asked, his eyes meeting hers.

"Surprisingly, a little. It's part of the city's charm, I guess. The energy, the mix of people…"

"I know what you mean," Jules nodded.

They continued chatting, Jules giving Ayo his full attention. He found himself completely engrossed in their conversation, enjoying their easy rapport.

"So, what made you choose London for your next move?" Jules asked, genuinely curious.

Ayo's eyes lit up. "It's a great market for models, and I've always loved British fashion. Plus, the agency I signed with has a strong presence there."

"That's amazing," Jules replied, impressed by her ambition. "London's a great city. Different vibe from New York, but I think you'll love it."

As the train swayed, Ayo stumbled slightly, bumping into Jules. He steadied her with a gentle hand on her waist, their eyes meeting for a moment before Ayo quickly looked away, a slight flush on her cheeks.

Finally, they reached their stop and made their way to KITH. The store was a streetwear enthusiast's dream - sleek displays showcasing the latest collaborations and limited-edition pieces.

Jules spotted a familiar face and broke into a grin. "Yo, Kenji!" he called out, approaching one of the employees and greeting him with a friendly dap. "Good to see you, man. How's it been?"

Kenji's face lit up with excitement. "Jules! Welcome back, bro. It's been great, busy as always. You here for anything specific?"

As Jules caught up with Kenji, the rest of the group dispersed throughout the store. Ayo found herself drawn to a display of vibrant sneakers, while Symone was eyeing a rack of graphic tees.

"Hey, check this out," Wilhelm called, holding up a limited edition jacket. "This collab is fire."

Jules took more photos as they explored, capturing Gigi's excited expression as she tried on a pair of sunglasses, and Nikki's contemplative look as she examined a watch display.

After making their purchases, the group headed out, stopping at a nearby street vendor for a snack. The sweet aroma of candied fruit filled the air, making their mouths water.

"Oh my god, we have to try these," Symone exclaimed, already fishing out her wallet.

Jules watched in amusement as Ayo bit into a skewer of candied strawberries, her eyes lighting up at the sweet taste.

"Good?" he asked, chuckling at her enthusiastic nod.

"Mmm, it's amazing," Ayo managed between bites. "Here, try some," she offered, holding out her skewer to Jules.

He hesitated for a moment before leaning in and taking a bite. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, and he nodded in agreement as he licked the remnants of sugar off his lips. "So good."

Jules groaned inwardly at the look in her eyes - a combination of lust and curiosity had darkened her brown orbs. This was a look he knew all too well, and as a professional athlete, tons of women gave him the exact look she did, however, none of them made him want to act on it. Ayo was beginning to chip at any resolve he'd managed to have, and Jules welcomed it without a fight.

"Okay, but can we talk about how these are, like, the prettiest snacks ever?" Gigi chimed in, snapping them both out of their impasse. She held up her skewer of perfectly glazed fruit for a photo.

Symone struck a pose with her candied apple. "Instagram is gonna love this. Jules, work your magic!"

Jules laughed, turning briefly away from Ayo to snap a few shots of the girls with their colorful treats. The resulting photos were a perfect blend of Tokyo's vibrant street life and the group's infectious joy.

They then headed towards the vintage shops, and Jules found himself walking beside Ayo again. "So, what's been your favorite part of Tokyo so far?" he asked.

Ayo thought for a moment. "Honestly? This. Just exploring, trying new things, being with friends… and making new ones," she added, giving Jules a warm smile.

He felt a flutter in his chest at her words. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," he replied, returning her smile.

As they entered the vintage store, Ayo's eyes widened at the array of luxury items on display. Glass cases housed gleaming Rolex watches and delicate Chanel jewelry, while racks were filled with vintage Louis Vuitton bags and Hermès scarves.

"Oh my god, look at this Dior dress!" Symone squealed, holding up a shimmering gown that caught the light beautifully. "It's giving me major Old Hollywood vibes."

Gigi was already trying on a pair of oversized Gucci sunglasses, striking poses in front of a floor-length mirror. "How do I look?" she asked, turning to the group with a dramatic flair.

"Like a movie star hiding from the paparazzi," Nikki laughed, snapping a quick photo on her phone.

Ayo chuckled at her friends' antics, her gaze drifting to Jules. He was examining a Rolex watch, his brow furrowed in concentration. She couldn't help but admire how sexy he looked, completely absorbed in the timepiece. His long, elegant fingers traced the watch's face delicately. Ayo had always been drawn to men with large hands, and Jules' was particularly strong and huge. Combined with his dreads, he was ticking all the boxes on her attraction scale.

I wonder how those hands would feel wrapped around my neck...

Suddenly, Jules caught her eye and winked, beckoning her over. "Hey, what do you think of this?" he asked, holding out his wrist to show her the watch.

Ayo leaned in to examine it, her eyes widening as she spotted the price tag. "Wow, that's quite a steal in yen, but still…" She let out a low whistle. "You're a big spender, huh?"

Jules laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, just treating myself. It's not often I find pieces like this. Plus, you know what they say - time is money," he added with a playful wink.

"Oh, that was terrible," Ayo groaned, but she couldn't help smiling at his cheesy joke.

He glanced around the store before his eyes landed on a display case. Pointing to a Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet, he asked, "What about that? Do you want it?"

Ayo studied the piece, admiring its delicate design. The golden clover-shaped charms sparkled under the display lights, and for a moment, she was tempted. "It's beautiful, but nah. I'm not really into jewelry that much."

"No? What are you into then?" Jules asked, genuinely curious.

"Bags, mostly," Ayo replied with a smile. "There's just something about a good bag, you know? It's practical, but it can also make a whole outfit."

Jules nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye as he began listing designer names. "Ah, so you're more of a Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Hermès kind of girl?"

As Jules pronounced the brand names, Ayo felt a shiver run down her spine. His accent was like warm honey, rich and smooth, making even the simplest words sound irresistibly alluring. "You make them sound so fancy," she teased.

"Well, they are fancy," Jules retorted with a grin. "But I bet you could make even a paper bag look chic."

Ayo felt a blush creeping up her cheeks at the compliment. "Smooth talker," she muttered, but she couldn't hide her smile.

"It's not smooth talking if it's the truth," Jules replied, his voice soft and sincere.

Their moment was interrupted by Wilhelm calling out, "Jules, come check this out!"

As Jules excused himself, Ayo found herself watching him walk away, admiring the confident set of his shoulders and the easy grace with which he moved.

"Girl, you've got it bad," Symone whispered, suddenly appearing at Ayo's side.

"What? No, I don't," Ayo protested weakly.

Symone raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." She nudged Ayo playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Girl, just fuck him already. You know you want to."

"Bye, Symone." Ayo rolled her eyes, but she couldn't entirely deny the flutter in her stomach when she thought about Jules.

What is there to lose? You're single, and he's single....might as well...

They continued browsing, and she found herself stealing glances at him. She watched as he joked with his friends and helped Gigi reach a high shelf. There was something so effortlessly sexy about him, a warmth that seemed to draw people in.

"Hey," Jules said, catching her attention as they prepared to leave the store. "I'm really glad we met, you know."

Ayo felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. "Yeah," she replied softly. "Me too."

As they stepped back out into the bustling Tokyo street, Ayo couldn't help but wonder what the rest of this trip might bring. She had come to Japan to celebrate her move to London, but now… now there was Jules. And despite her best efforts, she was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he might be worth taking a chance on.

He wanted her. Bad.

Jules wanted Ayo like an addict needed their next fix, like a parched man craved water in the desert, like a moth drawn irresistibly to a flame. His desire for her had grown to an insatiable hunger that gnawed at him as the day went on.

That night, they found themselves in another club in Tokyo. The neon lights painted the scene in vibrant hues as the music pulsed through the air, a heavy beat that matched the rhythm of Jules's racing heart. He leaned against the bar, a drink in hand, his eyes fixed on Ayo as she danced with her friends. She moved with a grace and confidence that left him breathless, her body swaying to the music, her hips shaking in a way that drove him wild.

Merde.

Jules took a long sip of his drink, trying to cool the heat that surged through him, but it was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull of Ayo, the way her mini skirt clung to her curves, showing off her shapely legs. Her skin glistened under the lights, and every movement she made seemed to invite him closer, to touch, to taste, to claim.

A slight ping of jealousy tugged at him when AK mentioned spending the night in GiGi's room. Jules hadn't even realized when AK snuck out of their suite. Honestly, he wanted to have what AK did. He wished he were the one who had spent the night with Ayo. It felt like they continuously took a step forward, then two steps back—a cat-and-mouse game. Usually, Jules loved the chase, but this time he was starting to feel like maybe she wasn't into him the same way. And if she was, what type of game was she playing?

His gaze never wavered from her as she laughed and danced, her joy infectious. He felt a mix of pride and desire watching her, knowing she was enjoying herself but also wanting to be the one making her smile like that. The way she looked tonight, so effortlessly sexy, made his fingers ache to touch her, his lips to taste her.

Jules's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He couldn't shake the image of her from his mind—the way her name felt on his tongue, the way her scent lingered in his senses, the way her touch electrified his skin. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything, and the knowledge that she was so close, yet not his, was driving him mad.

The club was a blur of lights and music, but all Jules could see was Ayo. He watched as she danced, her movements hypnotic, drawing him in deeper. He took another sip of his drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol, but it did little to dull the edge of his desire.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. Jules set his drink down and made his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on Ayo. She noticed him approaching, her smile widening as he drew near. Jules reached her, his hands finding her waist, pulling her close. The heat of her body against his was a sweet torture, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice thick. "You're driving me crazy dancing like this."

Jules was undoubtedly feeling the effects of the brown liquor - liquid courage coursing through his veins, and he could only imagine the demon time he'd be on as the night progressed.

Ayo turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. "Maybe that's the point," she teased, her voice a sultry whisper.

Jules's heart skipped a beat. "Fuckin' tease."

She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine, then turned back around and began to whine temptingly against his bulging erection. It was the same move she had pulled the night before, but Jules decided not to hold back this time. He wanted to show her just how much he needed her, craved her.

He matched her rhythm, catching every whine. They danced against each other sexily, hips thrusting to the beat of the music. Jules's arms wrapped tighter around her waist, his hands moving downwards to tease her skin. One hand cupped her ass, squeezing gently, while the other wrapped around her throat.

When he did that, he heard her let out a moan. He thought he was imagining it due to the alcohol, but when she did it again, he growled in response.

Freaky ass girl.

However, he couldn't deny how much that turned him on even more. His dick was hard as stone now, practically begging to be released from his pants. But he needed to think strategically about this. What was his plan to have Ayo in his bed tonight? How was he going to go about it?

Jules leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Keep dancing against me like this, you're going fuck around and find out."

"Find out what?" she replied, causing him to let out a bemused chuckle.

"Come back to the hotel with me."

She turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see the smirk playing on her lips. "And why should I do that?" she asked, her tone playful yet challenging.

"Because you feel it too. This connection between us," he said, his voice a low growl. "Don't you want to see where it leads?"

Ayo opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, Nikki called her name. "Ayo! Symone is sick, we need to head back."

Ayo's expression shifted instantly, concern replacing the playful look in her eyes. "I have to go," she said, her voice filled with urgency. She turned to Jules, her eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry, I need to take care of my friend."

Jules felt a pang of disappointment, his hopes for the night dashed. He nodded, understanding the importance of her leaving. "Go, take care of her," he said, his voice gentle despite the frustration gnawing at him. "We'll talk later."

Ayo gave him a quick, grateful smile before hurrying off with Nikki to help Symone. Jules watched them leave, feeling the heat of his arousal throbbing in painful contrast to the sudden cold emptiness beside him. He was left alone on the dance floor, the pulsating music and flashing lights now feeling hollow and mocking.

His erection was the hardest he'd ever experienced, a physical reminder of the night that had slipped through his fingers. Jules sighed, running a hand through his dreads. He needed a cold shower, and maybe another drink, to get through the rest of the night without her.

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jamaal_erickson: all this time you in japan and shit? are you gonna answer my phone calls??

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story comments:

onemanagement: so happy you’re enjoying your vacation!!

badgalriri: Ayo!! Miss u!! 😢

jkeey4: those honey buns tho 🍯 🤤

nikkigal: you should’ve ask jules for that bag 👀👀