#ayo this looks interesting

[sleepynegress]

Meta About How Fandom Dishonestly Talks About Wanting "Queer (It Only Counts When it's White Male!) Rep"....

Fandom always looks like fandom...

The above tweet is dishonest. They are only talking about the characters they want to see be gay or queer in media, coincidentally white men. Mind you, Loki said he was into men and women in his show, they had bisexual lighting, and classic queerbait w/ Morbius and (sorry shippers but I gotta be honest about just my opinion, continue to ship away tho) ZERO chemistry with Sylvie. ...A lot of fandom ate that bait up back in the day, because that's as far as the media for these fandoms would go, back then. Given that Wiccan literally only just appeared with zero indication of his sexuality in MCU, beyond the character himself being portrayed by a gay actor (which I've written can be limiting as an assumption for gay actors, shout out to J Bailey playing love well, regardless), and having in-community affect (if there is a more appropriate term, let me know). Loki, if we're judging them by the same rules... And really, Loki is ahead since he outright said he likes both... The big difference I see is Loki gave classic queer (Disney) villain "coding" which is based in times when queerness wasn't allowed to be played outright as much, while Wiccan is simply giving gay teen existing. So, about that queer rep in the MCU... You mean Phastos and his whole husband and kids in The Eternals?

or Ayo literally being kissed by her partner in Black Panther 2 but we know it only counts to fandom if it's a white male... *sideeye* There's Val and her big gay energy... Hell, Taika went as far as cutting out some tongue action with Thor, which kept her bi much less obvious, and pushed the sapphic energy much more forward:

*the difference between coding and bait is these two confident acts, the second while winkingly gazing at the audience for a beat vs. Carol and Maria's "gal-pal" montage...it don't always have to be intimacy with the same sex* All this to say, you cannot claim to honestly want queer rep while ignoring explicit queer rep that ain't white male... because then it's obvious that you just want to see white gays in a hot make-out session... Which IMO is just the fandom version of straight dudes watching two girls kiss, and that ain't about rep, especially when deeper rep already exists and you ignored it. As for Loki, to me he always came off sort of vaguely slutty/flirty when bound, hit, or challenged in some way.

His energy has always been that, but I will give you, that the only person Loki actually *penetrated* onscreen was a man... not Mobius, but Agent Coulson... Once again, it's coding.

As for Wiccan, I think it's too early to say what the MCU will do rep-wise. YES Agatha All Along is giving EXPLICITLY gay energy. And yeah he's a gay character played by a gay actor, but will he get to be explicitly and honestly be attracted to another boy onscreen? I hope so for him, it would be qt and I would be chin-hands all the way for it.

...But again (same show!), I feel the same about Agatha and *spoiler*I know who Aubrey Plaza is playing but I'll be quiet *spoiler*

[thejadecount]

The Crime Turtles Post (a.k.a. 2012 Karai & the Rise TMNT are siblings)

So I did something

It’s just a little Drabble based off of that one scene in Karai’s introduction episode where she and Leo talk about stealing a katana I just really like to think that Rise Leo (after going through some loop-de-loops of technical thinking) would absolutely steal that sword

[bronzetomatoes]

The bear fandom kinds drives me nuts tbh cause why are ppl so annoyed at there not being enough romance in a TV show with a truly refreshing lack of romance

[thechildisgone]

bottoms was fun lmao it grew on me as it went on too. loved the use of total eclipse of the heart i was just thinking about how i love that song recently. and karolina from succession being in it which i knew but was still like omggg about it. also i love how jeff is like the token name for horrible straight guy in a lot of media. my dads name is jeff. lol

[kairoswouldnever]

also ngl not being a native English speaker and yet insisting on writing in English only is doing a number on me coz I have had a very long writing break and even though I still practice English daily, I have been struggling with grammar so much I fucking bought English Grammar in Use and am studying English like some peasant 😔

Gale Dekarios, this one is for you coz I cannot fucking write your POV, your fancy English is above my skill level so I need to catch up 😔

[sugarglazed]

i fully only want to get hulu to watch the bear i’m going to be so real

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

washroom reveals

Ayo… I think we’re going to see the washrooms for ALL the dorms eventually??? 👀

First we saw Heartslabyul’s, now we have Savanaclaw’s! The colors and patterns very much suit the dorm. djshsjwnwk I like how you can see water running in the back; I wonder if it runs into a (lounge) pool that people bathe in?? There’s also a lot of broad-leafed plants around—on the ceilings, on the wall, decorating the room. It all reminds me of the lush location where Simba grew up.

There seems to be both sinks and washing machines features in both of the washrooms we’ve seen so far. The sinks in Savanavlaw are an interesting shape and color; they make me think about the ends of bones, which are more bulbous and knobby… but I doubt the sinks are actual bone; more likely, it’s probably some kind of white stone.

Can’t wait to see the other washrooms 👀 We didn’t see Scarabia’s in Jamil’s Relaxing in Room card, so we’ll likely see in Kalim’s card allllllll the way in the summer.

I can already see it now… Diasomnia’s washroom looking like a medieval torture chamber to the average onlooker 😭

Malleus: And these are our toilets (the toilets have spikes protruding from the seat)

Lilia: Back in the day, we would welcome our human guests with these

[i-cant-sing]

Baldwin's so damn sweet i keep forgetting that he's supposed to be a yandere lol

Can't wait to see what salauddin is like as a yandere though

Thank u, buff hellokitty

he is such a cutie patootie because you know that niqaab where he embroidered a flower on the sleeve for reader? Guess what else he embroidered in? His name on the inside of the left breast because this way he's closest to your heart.

Honestly Baldwin is such a green flag, i mean this man wakes up and as soon as he's seen you, he gives gold every day to be distributed as charity because he doesnt want you to fall victim to any evil eye (yknow, when people look at you in envy) because in his eyes, youre just too damn perfect.

Did I mention that he needs to have at least 1, if not ALL meals of the day with you? And to melt your heart a little more, Baldwin ensures that you take the first and the last bite of his meal (ofc from his hands. He likes to feed you)

As for Salauddin, well he hosts you two a lot at his place and he pretends to be so disgusted at the way Baldwin looks at u with goo goo eyes, but boy is the Kurdish man JEALOUS because ayo why tf is Baldwin looking so fucking content whenever he's with you? Why does Baldwin's smile and eyes remind him of cool breeze in summer when he looks at you? You cannot possible be that beautiful. But how would Salauddin know for sure because you want to always wear a niqaab and hide your face because "Islam and respecting his traditions" but he knows for a fact that you dont adhere to veiling yourself when you return to jerusalem. His spies told him, and on his inquiry they did tell him that youre not that pretty.

Maybe its the way you talk. You do have the gift of gab and you do tell the most interesting stories. And he does enjoy listening to your religious views too. Youre not- not as conservative as someone would be when they possess such a vast amount of Islamic knowledge- almost as much as his scholars and sufis. No, youre quite... modern, open minded. You really do believe in their being "two sides of the coin". And youre quiet the chess player too and from his last game, it was clear that you werent playing the game... you were playing him.

He doesnt know how, but he for some reason Salauddin knows that you will hurt Baldwin very deeply one day. And it scares him a bit because he doesnt know how the young king will react. He's seen Baldwin on the battlefield, he's seen the way he treats traitors, you do not want to get on his bad side.

Meanwhile Baldwin is just trying to convince Salauddin to be Imam (basically a muslim pastor?) to officiate their nikkah and Salauddin is just telling him shut up.

[campbell-rose]

Alastor Redesign

Omg there’s like over 70 people following me – guys I'm o///O flattered and flabbergasted. 

Anyway, onto today’s main event, Alastor. I hate Alastor’s og design, I hate his twig waist and his shoulder pads and the way you can’t see his antlers next to his ears, and his bow tie ugh viv please and his HAIR what even is that??? Not even mentioning that nothing about his design is really like a focal point. There’s no one thing that’s particularly interesting. At least before this he had that cathedral window looking cross on his undershirt that I found interesting. Nothing about his says he’s from the 1930’s other than dialogue. 

I wanted him to be in greyscale because that’s the coolest aesthetic, and colored photos weren’t a thing until way after the 30s. Recently I saw jjk, and Jogo’s teeth threw me because at some points I thought he was just straight up toothless. But then when I started this design, that colored tooth look spoke to me. Initially his teeth were yellow to look gross like he never brushes them, but then I was like ‘ayo wait, he’s literally a cannibal’, thus his vibrant red teeth to really pop against his greyscale. Initially his undershirt was white, but I feel like that was too much contrast and white is typically innocence, so by instead having a deep red it shows he’s just straight up bloodthirsty underneath his formal appearance. I also considered it being black, but then he looked like a pastor, and I wasn’t too much of a fan of it. The idea of the red on his design is that it leads your eye down his design to take it all in, with his face being the focus. I gave him glasses because I like the way it obscures his eyes a bit and I imagine they do the anime thing where they glow and hide his eyes. I liked Viv’s idea of sinners having marks where they died, and I slicked his hair back to show it off very prominently. His antlers are larger, I gave him cute lil deer ears. Also, under his suit he is lowkey buff. I feel like a serial killer should at least look physically capable of taking someone down not whatever the fuck viv’s nasty twig men can do. Like, in that comic with the cute sheep girl, when Alastor goes demon mode his body looks so snappable I just wanna like grab his waist in my hands and break it like a twig. I also tried to keep his design simple as if this were for animation, I know pinstripes are complicated and so are antlers but other than that I tried to keep his design basic. 

If I were to rewrite him based solely on the pilot, I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. Alastor is a decent character, his voice actor gives him life, the radio filter is cool, and nothing he did made me want to break my screen (ANGELDUST). The only thing I'd change would be his position in hell. Like, viv’s hell is so wack and I hate it, she’s got the princes, then the goetia and the overlords and then sinners and blah blah, it’s a lot to keep track of, not even mentioning the rings and circles thing. I think Alastor should have had dealings with hell as a human, maybe he routinely did sacrifices or something, and he made a deal with the archdemon Alastor and when he died like... uuhhhhhhh. Maybe through connections he’s gained more power? Idk, I just know I hate the idea of his dying and then having like the bestest most powerful demon powers despite not being hellborn. It’s got this mary sue stench. I’ll figure it out, maybe, who knows. 

I’m not gonna start rewriting since there’s nothing to go off of and alter yet, so that’s gonna have to wait until the show actually drops before anything concrete happens lol. 

Also the sheep girl is a sinner that reoccurs in the show now so sorry I don’t make the rules, you can’t give me a cute sheep girl and try to take her away, I’m gonna redesign her and shove her into the plot as someone looking for redemption at the hotel

[cloudsrust]

Remember this old ass Ingo from april?

This is him now, feel old yet?

No April Fools from me- just me making a fool of myself trying to render </3

[mammons-lover]

Flirting 101

Mammon: Levi Ya ain't ever gonna get a girl if ya don't know some pick up lines.

Leviathan: Okay so tell me some.

Mammon: First, walk up real smooth, don’t creep up like a pervert, but, like, stroll with a bit of pep in ya step. Then you turn and say, “Ayo ma, lemme get yo numba.” see real smooth and it’s a classic.

Asmodeus (sighing dramatically): Don’t believe what that dumb fuck just told you. If they see you and hear those words come out your mouth they will laugh. So, for you try getting to know them as a friend first.

Mammon: Dude, if he goes in as a friend first, he’s just gonna get friend-zoned! What’s the point?

Leviathan: Hey, stop arguing, I need help here!

Asmodeus: Levi, listen. Just be yourself. If they don’t like you for who you are, they don’t deserve you.

Mammon: Fine, fine. Asmo’s got a point. To pick up girl's you could try going to one of your conventions and hitting on them there. Their obviously nerds so just find one with the same interest as you and boom you get a girlfriend.

Leviathan: Thanks Mam, that actually sounds like a pretty good idea.

Asmodeus: See mammon was it that hard to be nice and think logical.

Mammon (Fake being ill): Yes, omg my head hurts, Asmo hold me.

Asmodeus: No get off!

Leviathan (looking around and sees mc): Hey, Mc!

Mc (smiling): What’s up, Levi?

Leviathan: I wanted to know if you’d like to go to a convention with me?

Mc: Sure! Just tell me the day and text me the details later. I’ve gotta run.

Leviathan: Okay, bye… awesome.

(Mammon and Asmo stare, confused.)

Asmodeus: Levi, how are you supposed to get a girl if you’re taking Mc?

Leviathan: That’s who I wanted to ask this whole time.

Asmodeus and Mammon (in unison): WHAT?!

Mammon: You asshole! You didn’t say that! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have helped you!

Asmodeus: Exactly! What’s wrong with you?!

Levithan: I did say I wanted to ask Mc! But then you start talking about girls and stuff. But I would like to thank you guys for the help.

Asmodeus: Screw you, Levi.

Mammon: Yeah, fuck you!

Leviathan (walking away, smug): I’ll be sure to tell everyone at our wedding how great you two were for getting us together. Thanks, guys. Means a lot!

Asmodeus (fuming): I going to kill him.

Mammon (charging after Levi): Let’s fucking do it! Levi, get back here!!

[noemilivv]

HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)

Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)

And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️

And so‼️

Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession

Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure

Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!

Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))

hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short

“Smooth Talker”

Angel Dust x Artist!Reader

After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!

The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!

Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.

Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..

You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.

Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.

“Wait really?-”

“Just please keep your clothes on.”

Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.

He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.

“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.

Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”

“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.

“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.

“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.

Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.

“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.

You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”

As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.

“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”

[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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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 👀👀

[icycoldninja]

hi, Yandere headcannon on the dmc boys with a shy reader

Ayo! Sure thing!

Yandere!Sparda boys + V x Shy!Reader headcannons

Warning: Disturbing and/or dark content incoming, if you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is an eliminating yandere.

-He will attack anyone, literally anyone, even a small child, if they so much as look at you in the wrong way.

-This leads to him keeping you from going outside, as he doesn't want anyone to "try and take you away."

-But that's fine, considering you're shy and quiet, and would rather stay inside and spend time with him. As long as you aren't "threatened" by others, Dante is as sweet and loving as he possibly can be.

-He truly does care for you, it's just, his trauma and emotional issues keep him from expressing his feelings in a healthy way. As a result, he gets very angry and overprotective over you towards strangers.

-Fortunately, Dante is a yandere that can be healed, with time and care.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is an isolating yandere.

-He will do everything in his power to keep you close to him for as long as possible, even if that means he has to cut off all contact with the world and keep you trapped in his home.

-He tries to answer the phone and door on your behalf, in the hopes that he can scare off any friends or family come to visit.

-Though that's quite annoying, the rest of his behavior is tolerable given your shyness. If he keeps you away from people, then you have nothing to fear, right?

-It's not really his fault, though. Deep down, Vergil's little more than a scared child who just wants someone to stay with him forever; never leaving his side and always being there for him. It's what happens when you think your family abandoned you.

-Unfortunately, there's no curing Vergil's yanderish behavior; it's rooted too deep into his mind. What you can do, however, is take good care of him and treat him well; as a result, he might lax his overprotective measures.

□ Nero □

-Nero is a submissive yandere, though not in the sense that the term implies.

-He will do anything you ask, but he's not a doormat; he has his own beliefs and opinions that cannot be changed no matter what you say or do.

-However, should you assign him a task, however trivial it may be, Nero will carry it out like a command. He is completely and utterly yours; anyone who tries to change that will meet a gruesome end.

-You are blissfully unaware of this fact, (until now) however, so life with Nero is as peaceful and happy as it would be between any healthy couple.

-The reason Nero acts like this is because he lacks a way to express his deep feelings for you. Since violence is all he has known, violence is how he will show his emotions.

-Thankfully, Nero can be cured, if he is taught to express himself in a more humane and less violent way.

● V ●

-V is a delusional yandere.

-He is solidly convinced thar you are as in love with him as he is with you, and no matter what people tell him, he will not listen.

-In fact, he will go so far as to harm those who dare to attempt to convince him otherwise.

-V is so certain you have feelings for him, he tries to keep you from initiating contact with potential romantic interests, however he might need to do so.

-Even if you tell him to stop yourself, he will insist he's doing what he's doing for "your sake".

-The reason he acts like this is a mystery, though it is possible he truly needs someone to love him--to the point that he grows delusional towards his crush.

-By making his delusions a reality, you can cure him, but beware. There's no telling if he'll develop another kind of mental issue after a relationship has been established.

[scekrex]

Found another one hidden behind the cobwebs of my mind :D This time a prompt though, a smutty prompt 😏

Cowboy hat rule but Adam's exterminator mask. Reader being genuinely curious what it looks like inside and how does he see with it on his head, just putting it on while Adam was taking a shower or smth and looked in the mirror, thinking that it looked quite fucking awesome on him. He didn't realise though that Adam got out of shower and now was staring at him, dick absolutely hard seeing his husband wearing his mask that he goes to kill demons in and decides that since he wanted to wear his mask so badly, he's going to fuck him in it. Mask rule instead of the hat rule. Wear the mask, ride the masked man 🤠

Yeeehaw, might try that rule with ya 🤠😏

Ayo that a promise babes? Might take you up on that xoxo also Adam wasn't riding reader here but he made up for it

In Desire We Trust

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, blowjobs, slapping, insulting (kinda?) unprotected & unprepared sex

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam had been in the bathroom for quite a while now, he had locked the door about half an hour ago with the info, that he was going to take a quick shower.

And ever since he had left his exterminator mask on the little coffee table in your living room your fingers were tickling to touch it, to put it on and figure out how it worked, because how the fuck did it work? You had been denying yourself that bit of information for far too long so you simply reached out and grabbed it. It looked… interesting. It was dark inside, but you couldn't spot any wires, that was for sure.

With curiosity rushing through your body you stepped over to the full body mirror that was hanging on the wall and put the mask on, eager to find out how the first man was able to see through this thing at all. Once the mask sat on your head comfortably, it immediately mimicked your facial expressions. Holy fuck was that thing accurate. You watched how every little movement was on display on the mask’s digital face and you were absolutely mesmerized by it.

Too caught up by how amazing this thing was, you didn't notice Adam leaving the bathroom. The first man was as naked as he had been back in Eden and the sight of you wearing his mask made him pop an instant boner because holy fucking shit, that thing looked absolutely glorious on you, it was something he wasn't used to at all, but that made it even better. The towel that had hung over his shoulder was dropped as he stepped up behind you.

A small surprised yelp escaped you as his naked arms wrapped around your body, his hands pressed against your chest to bring your back flush against his own chest. His hard dick was grinding firmly against your ass as one hand moved up to your neck. It forced you to tilt your head upwards. Through the mirror in front of you you glanced up at him, the mask mimicking your expression perfectly. “Fuck you look good wearing that mask,” he murmured as he watched your body react in the mirror, no need to look down at you when the mirror showed your body so fucking perfectly. You hummed at that, a wicked grin appeared on the LED screen. “Of course I fucking do,” you cockily responded, your ass moved in synch with his dick which drew pretty sounding gasps from the tall man behind you. “Wanna bend you over, grab you by the horns ‘n’ fuck you,” his voice was dripping from lust and the twitch that went through his dick only underlined his words. You liked that thought, very much so.

“Then fucking do it, coward.”

Oh and Adam was on it in an instant, the hand around your throat tightened a little as his other hand slid inside your pants to wrap around your dick, a moan fell from your lips as your eyes fell shut in pleasure and your body started to chase the friction Adam was providing. You had given the first man a challenge and Adam was no one to chicken out or back down, especially when it came to fucking your brains out. “You never fucking learn it, babes,” he purred in sheer delight at your reaction, a sharp grin on his lips as he watched the expression on the mask change. Your mouth was slightly agape, your eyes still closed and your eyebrows were raised. “Always so fucking cocky only to moan my name like the fucking whore you are moments later,” the hand that was stroking your dick slowed down before he withdrew his hand entirely from your erection. A shudder ran through your body.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here so that you can see how fucking godly you look while I fuck your brains out,” he hummed in your ear and you watched his eyes which were focused on your lips. Oh dear lord how you wanted to hold him accountable to his words, how you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you braindead. The hand that had been stroking your dick grabbed a hold of one of the horns that were attached to the mask and while the thing would definitely need some deep cleaning later, Adam couldn't bring himself to care in the slightest at that moment, he was too focused on your body's reaction to his own. He firmly pulled the horn backwards which resulted in the back of the mask hitting his chest harshly, the brunette didn't seem to mind though given the chuckle he let out as a comment to the whimper that fell from your lips at the sudden movement. “Y’know I might get you your own,” his finger tapped the horn as if he was actually thinking about it. But before you could comment or even react to that the LED face of the mask mirrored your surprised expression as Adam yanked your pants down, your underwear was quick to follow. “Color?” the first man asked to check in on you - a thing you had talked about at the beginning of your relationship, right after figuring out each other's kinks. Consent was key and therefore consent was fucking hot. “Green,” you breathed out heavily as you kicked off your shoes and stepped out of the fabric that had been covering your lower body half just moments ago, leaving you in nothing but a band shirt you had stolen from Adam years ago. Your hands reached for the hem of the shirt in order to remove it but Adam stopped you, the hand on the horn catched both of your wrists easily and held them high above your head to prevent you from undressing yourself fully. “You stay like that. Only wearing my fucking shit,” oh and how he loved that thought, how he was able to drown in it even, you only dressed in things that belonged to him and him alone, just like you did. “Possessive, aren't we?” you teased the taller man behind you and earned yourself a squeeze on your throat for that comment, it had still been worth it. “Oh you fucking know it,” he simply responded.

His hand that had been wrapped around your throat the entire time finally let go and you inhaled deeply, dear god, how sweet air could taste. Instead he placed his large palm on your shoulder and forced you to bend over, your hands braced against the mirror to steady your body as soon as Adam released them and the LED face of the mask started to glitch a little with how many emotions were on your face. Adam noticed and decided spontaneously to find out how big the glitches could get. The free hand slapped your ass firmly, causing you to yelp in pain. Through the mirror you saw a hint of concern appear in his eyes and you were quick to assure him you were okay by grinding your naked ass against his erection.

While your own was painfully hard and arched for attention, you had learned to be patient, at least sometimes. He applied a little pressure onto your shoulder, “Stay.” A nod from you seemed to be enough confirmation for now because both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them. He appeared eager today because there was neither preparation physically nor magically as you felt the tip of his dick brush against your hole, a shudder went through your body and a whimper fell from your lips. “Fuck, Adam,” you moaned as the LED face that the man was seeing displayed lust, nothing but pure lust that was underlined by glitches, “I can fucking take it.”

And that had seemed to be what he had wanted to hear because once the words had crossed your lips, he was slowly pushing his hips forwards, burying himself inside of you. A devine moan fell from Adam's lips at the sight and he couldn't help but stare. At you wearing his mask, at him sliding inside of you, spreading your insides in the nicest way possible. “Fucking right,” you growled through clenched teeth with a smirk on your lips, “Moan for me, bitch.” Adam hasn't expected such a comment from you and couldn't help it when his head fell backwards and another holy moan fell from his soft, tempting lips. Oh fuck, the things your words did to him.

A whine of your name escaped him and his hands moved from your ass to the horns of his mask, he pulled on them harshly, clearly filled with excitement, lust and loss of control. Within a blink your back was pressed flush against his chest again as his dick finally bottomed out inside of you, a delightful hum was what Adam got in return. You were biting your lip to keep yourself as quiet as possible, the first man clearly didn't like it, “Stop that fucking shit and moan for me you whore.” You couldn't stop the bitchy reply, “Yeah well if you'd fuck me properly I would be screaming your name already.” Adam stopped in his tracks for a second and looked at you perplexed through the mirror. Fuck. Had you overstepped? Had it been too much?

But then his grip shifted yet again, one hand found its spot on your hip bone, his grip hard enough to leave bruises while the other came up to your throat yet again. He leaned down a little, his chin now resting on the mask's horns as he spoke, “You bratty little fucker better shut your fucking mouth.” And without a warning his hips started to move, not softly like he would have done if you had just shut up, no, his pace was bruising, hard and rough yet quick at the same time. It physically knocked the air out of your lungs and when the first dick to ever be created finally found your sweet spot and penetrated it again and again and again, you knew you were done for, you knew you lost the fight for dominance, not that there had ever been a serious competition. “Adam,” you moaned as your hands reached behind you, grabbing his hips hard and digging your nails into his skin to keep him close. “Fuck-” your eyes fell shut and your head fell back against his solid chest. Fuck was truly the only proper word to describe how you felt. “Adam please,” you whined because despite being needy and despite having a painfully hard erection, you knew better than to simply touch yourself. You had already been playing with fire earlier and you really wanted to cum, so you weren't willing to take yet another risk. “Fucking touch me already,” you begged the first man and Adam truly never could get enough of you begging for him, no matter what it was about. But you begging for his hand to pleasure you was surely one of the things he liked the most. “Be fucking patient and I'll blow you,” he snarled as his balls slapped against your ass again, again, again.

The thought of Adam's lips around your dick made you feel lightheaded - well to be honest the entire situation made you feel lightheaded, especially with the mask covering your face. It wasn't exactly hard to breathe underneath it, quite the opposite actually, yet it felt like there wasn't enough air to pump through your body to keep up with what was happening. “C’mon babes, say it,” he underlined his words with an extra harsh thrust. You gasped in surprise as you gripped his hips even harder, your knees started to weaken and your legs were trembling as you watched him through the mirror. His eyes looked hazy, clouded by lust and love for you and only you, the expression on his face was fucked out and the mask was showing you that your expression was quite similar to his.

“Adam-” “No. Fucking say it,” his eyes darkened a little and oh how you loved it when they did that during sex, your hips thrusted up into nothing, desperately seeking friction. “For fucks sake,” you cussed at him, “I’m not calling you Dickmaster.” The annoyance was visible on the LED face and Adam's lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin, “You just fucking did,” his voice dropped an octave as he continued, “And you're gonna be my good fucking boy and do it again. Seriously this time.” And oh that voice of his shattered every little bit of pride you had stored up inside of you and you felt your knees giving out underneath you. Adam's arm was quick to wrap around you, to prevent you from falling. “Fucking admit it.” “Dickmaster,” you whispered as you tried to control your breathing a little, it was hellish hot underneath that fucking mask and your few was fogged so you barely saw anything. However you felt Adam's body react to your words - well to your word rather. “One more time, speak the fuck up, I want those bitches next door to know who's fucking your brains out.” Your grip on Adam's hips tightened yet again to keep you up on your legs even though that wasn't really necessary considering that he was holding you up, but the little stutter of his hips it earned you made it worth it. “Fucking Dickmaster,” you cried out as his dick hit your prostate extra hard.

Your hands came up to rip the mask off your head but once again the first man stopped you in your tracks, “The mask stays fucking on, babes.” A whine of his name was your answer to his demand and for a second his mind seemed to clear up because the grip on your wrists loosened and his eyes met yours in the mirror. “Color?” Oh how you adored it when he asked for consent and checked on you while also fucking you senseless, because while is face looked concerned, his thrusts didn't slow down in the slightest. “Green.” And with that he pushed your hands away from the mask.

“Gonna fucking paint your insides,” he mumbled once his attention had been shifted back to what you were doing. “Fuck, please-” you wanted that, wanted him to mark you up and paint you in white liquid. His hand still didn't move to touch you, not even when he groaned that he was close and you just took it. He had promised you a blowjob after all and you weren't gonna miss out on that.

And then he buried himself deep down inside of you, his nails dug into your hips as his orgasm knocked the air out of his lungs and his energy drained rapidly. He fucked the sticky liquid as deep in as physically possible, your name on his lips as he covered your insides in his cum.

Once his breathing slowed down again and the clouds that had covered his eyes lifted, he pulled out, grinning at your whine at the emptiness you were met with. “Adam,” you begged with need in your eyes, the emotion strong enough to make Adam's mask glitch, more extreme than it had been before and then the yellow LED face disappeared and Adam was met with a blank screen as he spun you around in his arms to face you.

The first man was quick to remove the mask from your head and toss it aside, that was a problem for later.

Adam pushed you backwards until your back was pressed against cold glass, you let out a hiss at the unpleasant feeling as cum streamed down your legs. But Adam didn't care. He dropped to his knees within a heartbeat and without giving you the slightest bit of a warning, his mouth opened and his soft lips wrapped around your angry red erection.

Oh what a relief the heat of Adam's mouth was, you knew it wouldn't take you long, that there was no chance you could last and still you grabbed a fistful of Adam's hair and fucked his throat harshly. The sin of lust had taken over your body completely and everything you did was because your body screamed at you to do it. But Adam let you. He let you fuck his throat, for fucks sake he moaned around your dick in the most delicious way possible, sending vibrations through your body. And that was all you needed. That simple little stimulation sent you over the edge and you couldn't bring your body to pull out of his mouth or give him a warning at least. A loud, throaty moan of his name erupted from your lips and your head hit against the cold glass behind you as you came down Adam's throat.

And he swallowed it all, of fucking course he did. Show off. He made sure your dick was all clean when he got up and whipped his mouth with the back of his hand, a proud grin on his lips. “Now that's my good boy,” he hummed, sounding just as proud as he looked, before leaning down and catching your lips in a much softer kiss. It tasted bitter and salty, your cum still on his tongue. His tongue that had just entered your mouth. Yet you moaned into the kiss, pushed yourself away from the mirror and against his hot body.

“Looks like you showered for nothing,” and while you tried to sound disappointed, Adam caught onto what you were implying immediately. “Mhm, seems like we have to take one together, can't fucking leave you all messy, babes.

[gucciwins]

Not Another Rockstar

A/N: this is short but I love everything about it! if you love this, please let me know. might have to turn it into a mini series 🤭

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Harry didn’t want to go out but Paul insisted. Something about supporting his girlfriend’s friend band. He wasn’t even sure who he was there for. All he knew was that he would be getting free pint’s from their good friend Ayo all night long. 

It was a small venue that resembled more of a bar than a concert venue. Whatever band was playing had a lot of fans because it was crowded. Harry remained at a corner table with Paul and Adam. They were chatting about Mitch’s wedding happening in a few months. Harry was the best man and by the looks of it would be attending alone. Everyone had told him to take anyone as a date but it was an important night for Mitch and him. He couldn’t take a random stranger. Plus he liked the idea of getting drunk and not remembering the night after his speech. 

“What’s the group's name?” Harry found himself asking after the opener finished his five songs. 

“Cleopatra," Adam told him. 

Interesting name.

He wasn’t sure how long until the show was to begin but he needed to take a piss. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

The men brushed him off. Harry had never been to this place and could not find the restroom to save his life. There were no signs anywhere so Harry kept walking aimlessly. He somehow made it through a door but it only led him to a long corridor 

“And who might you be?” A woman called out behind him.

Harry turned around to find the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He knew she was talking to him as the hallway was empty. He seemed to be at a loss for words. Harry never had a problem with the ladies. He was a charming person but at this moment it’s as if he’s never spoken to a woman before. 

“Uh, Harry. I’m Harry. Was looking for the men’s room.”

She bit back a smile, “thought they had those out front, not backstage.” 

“It’s my first time here,” he confessed. “Should have asked for help. Am I going to get kicked out now?”

The pretty lady shakes her head. “No, you’re lucky you found me and not Annabelle. She’s not as kind.”

“True to her name then.” 

She cocks her head, “excuse me?” 

Harry curses under his breath. He fucked this up. “Like the horror movie, Annabelle. She’s kind of uh a lot.” 

She nods as if taking in his words. “Never made that connection. But yes, there’s a bit of truth to that.” 

“I uh-I-I ha-ave to get back.” 

“So soon,” she pouts. 

“The show. I’m here for the show.” 

She smirks, “I hope you enjoy.”

Harry starts to walk away when she calls his name. He turns around to find her leaning against the wall. “The name’s Y/N. I’ll find you after the show," she promises. And like that she’s gone. 

He’s left in a daze. Harry manages to find his way to his friends but when he does there is a new drink on the table. He doesn’t think twice before chugging it down. 

“Wow, you okay, man?” Paul looks at him confused.

“Fine,” Harry breathes out.

Adam pats him on his back, “show’s starting in a few minutes.” 

Harry is thankful, something to take his mind off of her. 

Before Harry can get lost in thought the lights go dark and the screams erupt in the room. The drums are the first thing to start then come in the guitars. It's a nice intro, he's going to look up their music once he's home. A pink light shines on stage for a few seconds before landing on the lead singer and an angelic room fills his ears. 

As his eyes focus on the band on stage, he feels his heart stop when he spots the girl from backstage. Y/N is center-stage singing to a mesmerized crowd.

She has a blue guitar strapped to her front. She’s wearing a red corset that makes her boobs look like every man’s dream. She paired it with a black mini skirt of similar material. Her red lips have him enthralled as she sings into the microphone. The crowd is entirely hers. She's prancing around owning the stage knowing that every person in the room has their eyes on her.

Harry knows he’s screwed. Their is no way he’d have a chance with her not when he feels he fucked it up.