I was tagged by @deadgirlwalking91 to play the WIP game! Thank you for the tag my friend! Most of these WIPs are so so random and have no title, but I’m more than happy to share a couple of snippets of stuff I’m doing in the background 💜
Blueprints and backrooms (Builder/Tradie Adam x Stripper Lute) (NSFW)
Adam passed the two built security guards and walked through the dark red oak double doors. Mammon followed behind him with a smug look plastered on his face as he glanced at the guards—Adam could only imagine the reason for that reaction. The first thing that hit Adam—besides the thumping music and the blinding colourful lights— was the smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke.
Walking down the dimly lit hallway Adam observed the posters lining the way to the lounge. There were numerous women —and a few posters of a rather dolled up looking male— lining the hallway, all in a variety of unique outfits and various stages of undress. Clearly trying to advertise the dancers this club had to offer.
Adam stopped at a particular poster which caught his eye. The other dancer’s posters started to thin out as this particular dancer was plastered from side rail to ceiling. She was without a doubt hot as fuck; She had short, cropped platinum hair, sharp winged eyeliner, paired with a smokey eyeshadow. And to finish it off, partnered with an alluring dark lipstick.
The Aftermath of the Courtroom (NSFW)
“Alright I have one, who do you think would get off to Sera rambling about her snow globe collection?”
Lute raised her head up to look at Adam as he sat slurping his soda, waiting patiently for an answer from the angel currently lying upside down. They were both perched up on a cloud overlooking the promenade where the winners of Heaven bustled under them. She turned her head back to the ground staring at the hundreds of pure souls walking around.
“….Peter. One hundred percent”
Adam spit out his mouthful of soda and let out a bellowing laugh at the answer. A few winners that passed by at the wrong time looked confused holding their hand out and looking above them, thinking it was spitting. Well technically it was, because of Adam.
“He fucking would tits! HAHA! ahhh you crack me up”
Lute smirked at him as a small amount of pride welled in her chest.
“Alright tits you go, you ask me one”
She placed her finger to her chin tapping it softly as she thought.
“Who would win in a sparring match, Emily or Abel?”
“Uhhh, is that a trick question? Emily, for sure.”
Lute stared up at Adam as he took another sip of his drink, swallowing it this time.
“But sir, that’s your son.”
“Yeah I know he came for this amazing dick, but the kid is literally nothing like me, he’s a fucking pussy. You know the stupid saying ‘The apple doesn’t fall far for the tree?’ Well, he got drop kicked far away from this one.”
(Tattooist Adam x Client Lute) (TBD)
“A small heart on your wrist? Babe, that's hardly ink.”
Lute scowled at him, pulling her wrist free from his grip.
“Hey! This tattoo means a lot to me!”
Adam smirked. “Lemme guess, you and the girls had it done when you sank a couple of cocktails on your holiday or some shit. Then, one of you was all like ‘OMG gals we should totally get matching tattoos!’ Am I wrong?”
Well after that, she definitely wasn't going to tell him he was right.
“Whatever asshole. Are you going to get this shit over and done with or am I walking out of the door?”
Adam raised his arms up in mock surrender, smirk still plastered on his face.
“Hey hey, no need for that. I’m just making small talk while I wait for the bond to try so the stencil holds better. I'd hate for a babe like you with a rocking bod to have a botched tattoo.”
If it wasn't for the oddly charming smirk and the comment, she could've almost mistaken that as he was flirting with her.
I hope y’all like the couple I’ve shown! I will eventually get back to these ones and the others I currently have stored away 💜
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