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[solshii]

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[lorelune]

inversion

|| rin itoshi x reader || E/18+ || angst with a happy ending || wc: 7.2k || ao3 ||

Preemptive grief defines your relationship with Rin. Heartbreak is in the nature of your connection. You are forced to reckon with its end.

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notes: eeeeeee this piece is part of a trade i'm doing with beloved @rabbbitseason :3c they asked for angst + rin and i am here to deliver a bruisy piece 🙂‍↕️!!!! he was an interesting (read: slippery) character to chew!! but very fun as well :3c thank you to @suguwu for beta reading this piece and talking through rin's character as well!!! jun's invaluable feedback rlly helped bring the piece together. please read and enjoy something a bit achey my kind reader 💗

CWs: angst with a happy ending, gn reader with afab anatomy, rin is assumed to be 20+ and playing professionally, f receiving oral, missionary, some possible abandonment issues for the reader

You do not mean to fall in love with Rin Itoshi.

Distinctly, you did not want to fall in love with him. Because he is probably not a good lover, nor does he want to be a lover at all. It’s a poor combination. Being enamored with him is a poor way of being.

It’s unfortunate that you have found yourself in this position— hopelessly in love and irrevocably attached to him. 

... 

Drizzle falls from the sky in a mist. It’s been like this for days, a haze of light rain with thick fog that rolls in during the mornings. You’ve almost gotten used to your hair frizzing up and returning home damp from any outing. 

It’s unpleasant. But then again, everything is unpleasant at this moment, so the rain is the least of your worries.

Rin Itoshi is on your front stoop.

There’s a little cement step there that he sits on. In front of your door, just behind him, is a welcome mat. A large, ceramic cat is set just next to the door. As you walk up to your home, grocery bags in tow, you cannot see your normal, friendly guardian.

Instead, all you see is Rin Itoshi. 

Stopping in the little walkway up to your small home, you let the rain drench you. Rin looks up from the ground with an expression between a scowl and a pout. His hood is drawn up over his head, but his hair still looks wet. The tips of his shoes are soaked through. Even from a distance, you can tell.

You sigh.

“You’re home late,” he says. His words get eaten by the ambient sounds of the city, and the pittering of rain on nearby roofs.

You raise your arms, trembling with the weight of your haul. “Groceries.”

“Hm.” 

You frown and Rin rises. 

He takes your bags, taking them from you and easily looping them on a single forearm. He moves aside so you can slip past him, to your door, now able to see your fat-bodied kitty cat protector (who really isn’t doing much protecting at the moment—) and give him a nod of acknowledgement. 

Rin makes a sound behind you; a huff. He’s amused. You contend with kicking his shin but decide against it.

Like a lost, wet puppy, Rin follows you inside. 

There’s a pair of house slippers for him; there has been for months. The fuzzy fabric of the slippers is patterned to look like big, pink cat paws. You purchased them for Rin as a joke, a gag that you didn’t expect to get a rise out of him beyond a heavy blush, and yet he took to them immediately. His pair sits next to your own slippers like the two belong next to each other. 

Rin shuffles behind you.

(How many times have you done this?)

You turn on the electric kettle and put away the groceries Rin has carried inside for you. You mentally plan out your meals for the week and concurrently catastrophize about what the fuck to do with the man in front of you. 

He leans against your kitchen counter. His outer layer has been shed, all he’s in now is a (somehow, still damp) white t-shirt and his warm-up joggers. Rainwater still clings to his bottom lashes, dew-like. You lean forward, cupping his face to brush the moisture away. His cheeks are clammy, still so chilled. 

(It’s all too tender.)

“You’re cold.” You frown. “Go sit down. I’ll finish making tea.”

“I am sitting down.”

“Leaning isn’t sitting.” 

“Close enough.”

You sigh. “I meant in the other room, preferably with a blanket.”

“I’ll wait.” 

You sigh, “Fine.”

It’s not worth arguing with Rin. 

Rin is so— so— frustratingly single-minded. Motivated in a single direction to a fault. You’ve long since learned that attempting to sway him, regardless of how sensible and sensical of an idea you have, is fruitless. If it doesn’t align with what he has already decided he is going to do, he simply won’t change. It’s something rather immutable about him.

His nature is as stubborn as his thoughts. 

(Loving him is so difficult; you wish that you didn’t.)

Rin grabs two mugs (your mugs) while you fetch the tea. It’s the same selection as it always is— your cup of ginger and honey, and his plain peppermint. 

You only settle once the two of you make your way to the couch, side-by-side, covered in the worn quilt that Rin likes best. It’s a tawny mix of grey and tan yarn. You picked it up from a thrift store years ago. You never would’ve thought that it would become such an integral part of a pathetic, mutual routine.

Rin is stiff beside you. One glance at him tells you that he’s chewing on his words. He doesn’t tend to— to do that. He doesn’t mince anything that flows from his brain to his lips. Your stomach rolls with a sense of unease. 

“Is everything alright?” You ask. 

(It never is, not really, when this routine is being completed.)

Rin looks at him. His gaze is piercing, crystalline. It lances you. “I’m leaving.”

You know this already; you aren’t supposed to.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“... For how long?” This you don’t know. 

“A while.” Rin's hands ball into fists on the tops of his thighs. “Half a year, at least.”

“I see.”

(You feel your world begin to cave in.) 

An eerie quiet settles over the room. The rain patters outside, streaking your windows in droplets, obscuring the greater world. It makes it feel like all that exists is you, Rin, and the lucid knowledge that your connection has nearly run its course. 

You swallow; it’s audible. “Where to?”

“Europe.”

“Europe’s big. Countries—?”

“Germany, Italy, and France,” replies Rin. “Maybe more.”

The back of your eyes sting. “I could visit?”

“I’ll be busy.”

“... Could you not make time?”

(Could you not make time for me?)

“I don’t know.”

“Hm.” You feel something cold and dreadful coat your insides. 

Your tea is cooling down, steam hardly rising from the mug now. You take a sip of it, and hold the mug in both hands, grasping onto the warmth that radiates off of it. The ceramic of the vessel still holds heat, enough to scald your palms. Yet, you don’t put it down. 

This big, unspoken thing lingers between you both. It writhes, swirls, like it always does when you enter this routine. There’s always been an impending end date to your connection, even if neither of you could quantify the time you had left together. Rin's career, his ambitions, his nature to not just excel, but crush and break in tandem, have always floated above your dynamic. 

This thing would immolate eventually.

(And you along with it.)

...

You end up in your bedroom, the gloomy day sliding into a thickly dark night. You’re not even sure if the moon is out. The room only glows with light from a few soft lamps. The spray of them catches the angles of Rin’s face well. Even with age, his face hasn't hardened all that much. He still has pudge in his cheeks that he can’t shake. It makes him look younger, more innocent, like there hasn’t been a thing in him, forever, threatening to devour him as it craves to brutalize others. 

Another part of your routine commences once you enter your soft, kindly-lit bedroom. Sex— of some sort. Today it feels bad. You’re not sure what’s coming other than grief. 

Stripping feels like a funeral march. The drizzle that continues to fall outside may as well be a dirge. 

Rin pulls his shirt over his head and off. It’s a quiet affair today, though typically it isn’t. On a more normal day, when you aren’t witnessing your romantically entangled decay in real-time, there’s banter. You might rib Rin, he may respond with his own barbed remark that you find a bit silly. It’s fun, despite Rin’s perpetually bruised demeanor.

Today, though, there’s no humor. No jesting. All that’s left is the unfathomable depth of— something behind Rin’s eyes and the ache in your chest that you’re afraid will kill you.

You kneel on your bed, left only in a sweater, goofy-looking socks, and panties. The stupid satiny kind that you think is kind of uncomfortable, but you know Rin enjoys. He leaves his boxers on, coming to rest on his own knees across from you.

Your eyes feel damp, you feel stupid, and can’t make yourself look at him.

“Don’t be a crybaby,” he tells you.

You scoff, the sound warbly and your voice watery. “Like you’re any better.” 

(Rin isn’t the crybaby notably. You think he gets close to it sometimes. Maybe that’s just your own wishful thinking.)

(You want Rin to crack; it would make your own fissures less shameful.)

Rin kisses you then like he can hear your thoughts, and kissing you hard on the mouth will extract them from your brain. It does, in a way. He’s warm and familiar. You love him so terribly. 

You cup his cheeks in your palms, still aching from your mug earlier. You don’t care. You couldn’t make yourself care as you lean into him, pitching your weight forward. For all the things Rin isn’t good at, he is good at catching you. He bears the weight of you easily, wrapping an arm around your waist and securing you with a hand on the nape of your neck.

He’s so solid. Bigger than he appears. Firm muscle over firm muscle, he’s so entirely unyielding beneath your hands. There are so many parts of him that contradict each other; it’s what drew you to him in the first place. Rin Itoshi has always been a spectacle for you to untangle and know, even if, at first, it was just to satiate your own curiosity about the foul-mannered, enigmatic man he appears to be. 

Unfortunately, now, you have untangled Rin. The essence of him has been unraveled in your hands, laying across your palms like sheets of satin fabric— the kind that catches the light and almost shimmers in sun rays and moonbeams alike. Rin is so much more fragile than he appears, tough at some angles, but so bruiseable at others. This knowledge is held by you so intimately, you cherish it, what else can you do? 

It’s damning. It’s made you love him.

You stifle a noise against his lips and fall into him more.

In a single motion, Rin has you on your back, laid beneath him while he straddles your hips. He doesn’t stop kissing you. If anything, the leverage has him leaning into you more deeply. It’s suffocating, the weight of his body and him over you. Like it’s bearing down into your soul.

Rin licks into your mouth and you let him.

It’s almost gross when he kisses you like this. Filthy— dirty. He practically plunders the inside of your mouth, running his tongue over the back of your teeth, pushing it against your own, spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth. If you felt like you could be properly romantic with Rin, you might even say it’s a claiming act.

But you can’t be romantic with Rin. Because this doesn’t matter. The physicality you share serves the function of physical release and gratification. You love him and it is useless that you do. These are immutable facts.

(Facts that you hate, despise, and loathe. Why can’t he love you—? Why can’t he— just understand?)

You growl against his lips and shove at his chest.

“Just—” You sigh, turning your head to the side. You can’t look in his eyes or you’ll immolate. “Fuck me already, okay?”

Rin wordlessly presses his forehead against your temple. His hands claw into your hips. He’ll leave bruises, but they’ll never last the six months that he’ll be gone for. You’ll be a distant memory to him by then, you’re certain.

Something awful and far too hot is boiling in your chest. 

“No,” says Rin

“No?”

“No.” He repeats, dragging his nose down to your jaw, then your throat. 

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to yet.”

“Well, get a move on then.” You scoff. The watery quality of your voice has shifted to something sharper, angrier. 

“What’s with you?” He sighs out of his nose and it makes you flinch. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like this—” Rin tugs your jaw to face him and holds you there. You’re stuck looking into his eyes, azure and shiny like polished stones. Full of something you can’t name, lest you break your heart further.

(Your delusions are both damning you and saving you.)

Your eyes water; maybe you are a crybaby. “Fuck off.”

Rin kisses you hard again, flattening himself to you. He’s a cage like this, where you can only take what he gives you and—

(Rin gives you everything. Because that’s how he is with things he cares about.)

You feel like you're melting into the duvet as you desperately claw into Rin’s scalp, raking your hands through his hair. A pathetic noise bubbles up from your throat, pours from your mouth into Rin’s, and he takes it in kind. He always does. 

(He shouldn’t be reliable, but he is.)

It’s hard to think when he kisses you like this. Rin’s physicality is consuming, like he’s attempting to crush you and absorb you into him. It’s an intoxicating type of connection; it’s part of why you linger within your entanglement. In the moments you’re under him, intertwined with him like this, god, touching at all— you can’t do anything but think of Rin and his attention.

You kick him because he’s leaving— he’s leaving you and he isn’t letting you follow.

Rin grunts at the impact, even though you don’t kick him all that hard. You nip him at the same time— 

You’re so angry.

All the dread in you is angry, bitter like bile, and white hot. Preemptive grief, loss that you have to start swallowing before Rin isn’t even out of your arms.

“I hate you—” You tell him against his lips.”You’re awful. You’re the worst—”

Rin breaks away from you in an instant, slamming you back on the bed by the shoulder in a single, decisive motion. It makes your head spin.

“You don’t mean that.”

“And what if I did?” It’s not convincing, your voice is wobbling too much for it to be. You stare up at him, lips curling. 

“You’re being a brat.”

“Oh my god, says you—” You roll your eyes. “You’re the brat here. Just— fucking kiss me—”

“No.”

“Then fucking leave already—!”

Rin holds you steady by the jaw, bowing over your body. You can’t look anywhere other than him. It’s consuming, like you’re being engulfed by a rushing tide. 

“Stop. It.” His words are clipped, filled with his own anger. His grip is too tight; you fear he may crush you. 

“Choke.”

“You’re throwing a tantrum.”

“So what if I am?” you laugh, the sound too high and airy to be comfortable. “If it bothers you so much, just leave already. It’s not like you want to be here. Does passing time in my bed make it go faster for you, Rin? Getting your last taste of this before you fuck off and leave—?”

“That’s what this is about?”

“What else would it be about!”

Your voice breaks and you close your eyes. God, you don't want to cry, but it feels unavoidable now. All of Rin’s attention, potential vitriol, judgment, and rejection is pointed at you. You might as well fucking die.

Rin is quiet over top of you, like a dark, stormy cloud in its last moments before a thunder crack. Heat lightning crackles between the two of you, but nothing strikes the ground yet. 

“It’s better for you to stay here,” he says eventually. 

“Why do you think that?” You sound exasperated.

Rin’s quiet again, then speaks like he’s seated at a confessional, and not over your hips. 

“You shouldn’t be around me too much when I’m playing,” Rin confesses and squeezes your jaw. “It’s bad enough here. All I’ll be doing is playing soccer—”

“And that’s what you want, right?”

“Yes—” Rin admittance hits you in the chest and you have to let out a steadying breath, so you don’t shatter right there. “And you can’t be there for that.”

“Why?”

Rin lets go of your jaw and you open your eyes. 

His own jaw is tight, his bottom lip bitten between his teeth. His eyes are wet, almost like there could be tears threatening to spill into his lower lashes. Maybe you’re imagining it. 

“Trust me.” His tone is a bowstring. You’re both ready to snap. “Please.”

A whine echoes from your throat, out of your control. 

(You love him and you hate seeing someone you love hurt—)

You can’t help yourself. You tug him down by the shoulders and into you, so he can lay over your chest. He lets you, so easily, and tucks his face into the curve of your neck. He hides there, arms wrapping around your middle, so tightly that you’re sure that you’ll ache there the next day. 

It hurts, it hurts— not the pressure on your ribs, but having the atypically unsteady presence of Rin in your arms. It’s not uncommon for the two of you to cuddle, Rin is clingy, especially after sex, but it is odd to see him this visibly upset. It hurts because he’s hurting. It hurts because he’s choosing to leave and telling you not to follow, despite... everything. It hurts so deep in your chest, that you let yourself become so involved and in love with him.

You bury your face in his hair and shake.

...

Rin is bad at protecting people.

It’s a given, knowing his nature and the fact that he had an older brother closely looking out for him for most of his life, makes his ineptitude at protection make sense. 

He clearly wants to be. He has the strength and tenacity to bare his teeth and claw, but you don’t think Rin knows which way to direct his fear and grief— whether to inflict wrath on himself, the aggressor, or the person he actually means to protect. 

You can’t blame him. Some things, Rin only understands in theory and not in practice. Rin is so highly attuned to feelings but so absolutely atrocious at empathizing. You think— with you— he tried. He even succeeded at points, which makes your own heartbreak feel all that more infectious and virulent.

Your back is laid out over your duvet, your legs cradling Rin’s hips. He has three fingers in you, stretching you out with as much care and intention as he can muster. You can tell by the furrow in his brow, the peek of his tongue sticking out from his lips. Pleasure burns in your core, but the sensation is eclipsed by a well of fondness and grief, drowning you.

Rin slides onto his stomach and hikes your legs over his shoulders. He takes one of your hands and places it into his hair. You knot your fingers into the soft texture of it and tug. He likes when you do that, when you try to take from him. Rin shudders between your thighs, huffing a breath into the pudge of them. He nips.

On another night, you’d scold him and give him a playful amount of grief for it.

Tonight, you want him to bite you so hard that you bleed and scar.

(Would he? He’s so scared of hurting you, even if he doesn’t say it. He is hurting you. A sick part of you wants him to do material harm to you, so you’ll have something tangible to remember him by. An imprint of his teeth in your thigh would be too romantic, maybe. Too much to ask for.)

Rin kisses up toward your cunt, taking his time over the outside of it. He breathes in the scent of you, long and hard, a few times. A wishful part of you hopes that he is committing it to memory. 

“Hurry up,” you snap. 

“No.” Rin keeps fucking denying you. Haste would make this hurt less. You could speed things up to the inevitable end where Rin Itoshi has thrown this— you— away and you are left alone. Instead, he prolongs it. Instead he is carving a piece of you out, in the shape of himself, the wound never to fill as cicatrix and heal.

You drag him closer by the hair and grind against his face—

“Impatient—” he says against your cunt with a growl. His arms wrap around your hips, holding you down and in place, keeping you from squirming. 

It’s needed as he drags his tongue over your cunt, dipping the tip of it into your hole before landing on your clit. He laps at it, at you, humming and groaning as you tug at his hair. The motion you’re allowed lets you just barely grind against his face. It’s not enough contact. You want more, need more, but Rin is only giving you so much. 

“God,” you breathe out. “Fuck you.”

Rin practically growls, the vibration of the sound against your sex makes your back arch, a pretty, croaking sound dripping from your throat. He dives into you with more fervor, digging hand-shaped bruises into your hips.

The pleasure comes to you like licks of a flame, just as scorching as they are whimsical. Your toes curl as Rin’s sucks your clit. There’s finesse in his actions. There didn’t used to be, at the start of things, but now Rin knows your body so intimately—

(It feels crushing to know this will be the last time—)

It feels like you’ve been struck.

Never again— this is it—? The last time he’ll be in your bed, between your thighs, in your arms. You’ll never get to share this proximity with Rin Itoshi again. Not this version of him, anyway. You know what the journey that he’s about to embark on will do to him. The Rin that you know won’t exist for much longer, and— 

The version of himself that he’ll return as won’t be yours.

(And he won’t give a fuck about you, will he?)

It feels— like you’re going to die. Preemptive grief for a still-living person feels selfish. And yet, you can’t breathe suddenly, even with Rin, present, between your thighs, lavishing you with (fleeting— fleeting!) attention.

You rip your hand from Rin’s hair and cover your face. You can’t look at him. You can’t. Tears are dripping from the corners of your eyes, soaking into your hairline. Your breathing speeds up, painful and raw. Rin is still between your legs.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looming over you once more. You can feel his shadow, more than you can see it. 

He grabs your wrists and tries to drag them away from your face. When you don’t budge, he pries them down to your sides. Perhaps it was foolish of you to think that you could hide from him.

“Just—” You breathe, staring into the shadows thrown onto your bedroom wall. “Keep going. Please. Ignore me.”

“The last thing in the world I can do is ignore you right now.” Rin squeezes you, less for comfort and more to remind you that he is there. “Don’t be unreasonable.”

“I just want to get this over with—” Your voice wobbles and you squeeze your eyes shut. A sob is trapped in your throat, breaking in an ugly sound. Your wrist jolts in Rin’s grip, desperate to try and hide the noise. 

You want to hide this from Rin.

If Rin wants to hide the ugly, poisonous part of him that comes out in his career, you want to hide the lovesick one that has infected you. The one that is shattering, in real-time, at the idea of Rin leaving your bed cold, forever. 

“I want to take my time,” Rin tells you. “Let me?”

“And I want you to just get it over with—” You repeat, a sob finally breaking from your lips, fully. Rin noses into your cheek. “Finish breaking my fucking heart already, Rin. Then you can hop on a plane and I can block your fucking number.”

There’s a stall. A beat, then two, followed by a third.

Rin is shaking on top of you.

“Would it be that easy for you?” He speaks with gritted teeth.

Would it?

(No, it would actually be so hard for you to cut Rin off so swiftly. Even if you blocked his number, you’re bound to see him in the news. You don’t even follow football all that closely, but he’s such a household name these days that you’re sure to encounter news of him and his accumulating accolades.)

(If not, you know his teammates. Rin begrudgingly introduced you after the lot of them crossed paths with you enough times. You have a few of their phone numbers. Rin’s mother has your contact information too, from the time that Rin spiked a high fever and you needed her specific oyaku recipe. She messages you photos of her garden now, and asks if Rin’s alright.)

(And none of that is even acknowledging the personal, emotional wreckage that cleaving Rin from your life so swiftly will leave behind.)

“No,” you say. 

Rin takes a steadying breath, his breath too warm against your cheek and down your jaw.

“You said,” his voice maybe wobbles, you may be imagining it, “that I’m breaking your heart?”

You laugh, something horrible and pained. “I thought that was obvious?”

He pauses. “Maybe it was.”

God, he’s so shit at this kind of thing.

“You’re awful, you know that?”

And you cry.

You’ve become so fragile in the past few weeks. Imagining this day, these exact moments of fleeting intimacy, like doing so could prepare you in any way for the pain that’s now tearing through you. The fear of losing him is being actualized, and you’re making it worse, pushing him away like this. But what would happen if you held him closer when it’s so clear that’s not what Rin wants?

You tear your wrists from Rin’s grip, taking a great amount of effort to flip and attempt to crawl across the bed. Crying like this makes you feel awful and ugly; you want nothing more than to hide. Rin is frozen, motionless, above you at first, letting you writhe until you get onto your tummy, squirming and clawing your way out from under him.

Then, he bears his weight down on you. He gathers your wrists up again and pins them to the bed on either side of your head. It’s a single moment of strength that immobilizes you flat all over again.

“Rin!” You mean to shout it, but instead, it’s a cracking sob that you have to muffle into the duvet.

He gathers your wrists in a single hand, and pets your hair, like you so often do for him. He rubs circles on your shoulders as you wail into the duvet. Bucking him off doesn’t work, he’s an unrelenting presence, sitting on your lower back, almost laid over you. It’s hard to breathe.

(A sick part of you likes this. Knowing that your blatant pain and struggle are being acknowledged by Rin, held and quelled by him, soothes the part of you that craves his attention so terribly. You love him so much, you feel guilty for these feelings just as much as you feel elated by the touch and care he is providing you.)

“It’s okay,” he tells you. He is not a being meant to comfort, the words sound wrong coming out of his mouth. “It’s okay.”

“You know it’s n-not!”

A fresh wave of tears pours from you. You’re soaking the mattress. 

“I’m sorry,” he doesn’t apologize either. “If I could give you what you want, I would.”

The sob that you scream into rumpled bed sheets is like thunder that splits the sky.

...

Rin fucks you like he loves you.

He kneels between your legs, holding your hands, thrusting into you at an unhurried, almost reverent pace. Slow and deep, busting up your insides. You’re stretched around his pretty cock beautifully; he told you so. 

Each cant of his hips knocks a teary breath out of you. You— you haven’t stopped crying. You’re not sure that you ever will.

Rin kisses you despite the tears and snot, licks your cheeks and mars your neck with mark after mark. His teeth dig into fragile flesh, biting and sucking like he could be eating you, rather than bedding you. It’s a shift in his demeanor— he’s not normally this desperate. Maybe your shattering has made him more lucid to your coming loss. 

His hands slip up the backs of your thighs, resting behind your knees. He bears his weight down on you, folding you in half easily. It pushes his cock deeper in you, maybe too deep, but you relish the pain anyway. The pressure of him forces a sound of you, aborted and frail. When you try to cover your mouth, muffle yourself, Rin is pulling your hand away to kiss you. 

Rin swallows down every sound, every breath, every bit of you that he can. You press back at him with as much desperation as you muster. He takes and takes, regardless of your tears and jagged edges. 

He curses under his breath, tilting his forehead against your own.

“C-Close?” You ask, another involuntary sound being punched out of your lungs. 

“No—” He shakes his head.

“Are you lying?”

“No—”

“I’m unconvinced,” you manage to grit out, a bubbling sob creeping up your throat just after. 

Rin growls, something in his chest, and thrusts harder, like he’s trying to carve out your insides. 

“I—” Rin’s words choke off, pressed against your lips, a frantic edge to it. “I don’t want to be done yet.”

You both freeze.

Rin’s as deep in you as he can be, his hips pressed to your pelvis. Every bit of his weight is bared into you, into your cunt and flesh. He’s breathing in deep, hurried breaths, sweat beads on his brow. You’re grasping his shoulders, digging your nails into him as his words hit you.

“You—” You laugh and cry in the same breath. “You don’t mean what I think you mean, do you?”

His grip on you tightens. His expression is cloudy, his focus solely on you (what a terrifying thing to be on the receiving end of—)

You continue speaking, feeling a creeping amount of panic, “You— you mean sex right? You want to k-keep going?”

“If I said yes to that, I’d be lying.” Rin thrusts into you, hard and fast. You arch your back against the duvet. 

“S-So you don’t want—”

“I want to keep fucking you,” Rin corrects, easily. He pushes you down into the mattress like he’s trying to crush you, pulverize you. “I don’t want to be done fucking you.”

“God,” you hit his shoulder with your fist and the force of an angry kitten. “You fucking suck, Rin.”

“I’m sorry—”

“ — Don’t say shit you don’t mean.”

He kisses you again, this time softer. More kind, but still like he wants to eat you. 

You finish like that, with his lips laid over yours, with the tempest of loss having consumed you. Rin heavy over your body and heart, pleasure having snuck up behind him enough that tension has coiled in your gut. Your orgasm washes over you slowly, in waves, and you’re sucked down into the sensation with darkening vision and curling toes.

Rin kisses you through it, cursing as you tighten around him. He didn’t— he didn’t use a condom.

“Inside—” You beg him. “Inside— please, please—”

Rin listens to you, bowing over you and pushing your knees up to the sides of your skull. A choked sound leaves his lips and you swallow it down with your own keen. A gush of warmth follows, and you shiver with the heat and fullness of it.

Rin fucks you through his orgasm, muscles drawn tight as he fucks you deep and slow. He only stops when his cock is too soft to continue, and you’re both shivering from overstimulation. 

His cock drags out of you, wet and chilling in the still air. You whine at the loss, the panic and grief of this all hitting you again.

You don’t have much time to spiral, as Rin is gathering you up his arms, rolling away from the soaked sheets. He holds you tight, chest-to-chest. His hand is in your hair, and he grabs yours and places it on his own. Reflexively, you scratch his scalp and tug him closer.

You’re both quiet for a long time. The rain hasn’t stopped, dribbling on, but it doesn’t feel as grim now, more sedating. Your eyes go half-lidded.

“Can you clarify?” You ask Rin, peeking up at him. “What you meant before?”

(“I don’t want to be done—”)

“Hm.”

“God—!” You laugh, headbutting him. “You do suck.”

He squeezes you, so hard that a sound is forced from your lips. 

“So you want to keep fucking?”

“It’s more than that.”

“Fuck, Rin—”

“Shut up.”

“Still figuring it out?”

“Something like that.” He muffles the words into the top of your head.

You’re not sure where your grief sits then. Maybe it’s gone, and your release was just that— release. It makes you laugh again, into Rin’s chest. You squeeze him like doing so will keep him here, in this moment, for a little longer. 

Rin wordlessly squeezes you back even harder.

...

You and Rin don’t talk much once he goes to Europe.

You lose your mind right after he leaves, obviously. Screaming, crying, not throwing up, but pretty close to it. His house slippers get thrown in the back of a closet (rather than in the trash because, despite everything, you have hope—) and you rot for several weeks.

It takes a while for you to be close to normal.

Your routine with Rin had been a regular occurrence. Maybe once a week, sometimes twice. Not having it to count on unmoors you and makes you lonely in a way that feels unwelcome and raw. There’s a piece of you missing, just like you knew there would be.

You get a few texts from him. A photo or two of monuments he encounters with a few choice words—

[Rin]: I thought you would like this

You’re going to fucking kill him.

You’re never sure what to reply, so you tend to keep things brief. Your last encounter made you question your understanding of your relationship so profoundly that you don’t know how to proceed. There’s... certainly more than you expected, but upon Rin departing for Europe, so much had been left unsaid. How do you begin to broach that— is it even your place to?

You don’t bring it up. You don’t call him, you leave the wound he left alone, and it aches a little less each day. Still gaping and empty, but less raw maybe.

It’s late one evening when you receive a call from a random, international number.

You ignore it at first, thinking it’s spam, but they recall you several times, and you pick up on the fourth attempt.

“... Hello?” You ask into the receiver. 

“Oh, hi! Is this [name]?”

“It is— who is this?”

“Oh, it’s Isagi— I’m one of Rin’s teammates from Bluelock. I’m not sure if you remember me, but we’ve met a few times!”

You have— Rin has a serious chip on his shoulder about Isagi, which has been made to be an incredibly comical fact when realized Isagi is one of the most genuinely kind, polite people you’ve ever encountered. 

“Oh yeah, it's nice to— um, hear from you. What’s up?

“Ah, yeah! I apologize for the abrupt calls. I’ve got something to ask you that’s kind of time-sensitive— if you have a minute.”

“Yeah, I’ve got time.” You swallow. “Is... everything alright? Is... Rin okay?”

“Oh, yeah! He’s totally fine. Maybe a little hungover, but fine.”

You straighten up and withhold gasp. “Rin drank?”

Rin has refused alcohol the entire time you’ve known him. He swears it affects his performance. 

Isagi laughs on the other side of the line. “Oh man, you don’t even know. I’ve never seen the guy with any alcohol in his system before either, and I kind of get why. He really is a lightweight.

“I imagine... and this has to do with why you called?”

“Yes, actually—” Your phone chimes with a new message from Isagi. “Is this you in the photo?”

The photo is of another phone, specifically of its lock screen. The time on the photographed phone screen reads [01:11]. The lock screen is a photo of you.

You’re sleeping, clearly, face half-smushed into one of your pillows. Mascara smears under your eyes and hickeys are bruised up and down your throat. From the location of the marks and makeup, you know this is from the last night you saw Rin. Your chest feels tight. 

“What the fuck.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yeah, oh my god.” You had no idea Rin took this photo— and it’s his fucking lock screen? That fucker only had the generic, preloaded graphics displayed on his phone the entire time you knew him. 

“I thought so— sorry, it’s kind of insane for Rin to have a photo like that—”

“It is, yeah.” You run a hand over your face, switching your phone to speaker and rubbing your cheeks. “How does this relate to you calling?”

“Well,” says Isagi, “Rin’s been playing like shit.”

“He has been.” Oh my god, has he. Like actual garbage. You’re not sure you should admit that you watch Rin’s games religiously, because at this point it’s a bit pathetic of you. But you do watch them live if at all possible, otherwise you purchased some stupid European streaming service to catch the recording as soon as possible. And because of this, you know he has been playing sloppily. You’ve been... blaming jetlag. Or something. Adjusting to the European diet or whatever.

(Not the vestiges of your relationship still, miraculously, affecting him in any way.)

“It hasn’t been great. We won our match yesterday, but barely. And we went out drinking which was good for morale! But maybe not great for Rin. He drank a bit too much and got a bit weepy.”

Your stomach drops. You can see where this is going.

“He kept talking about missing someone but didn’t say any name. And when we saw his lock screen... we kind of put two-and-two together.”

“Great deduction. Aren’t you known for that?”

Isagi laughs, sounding good-natured. It makes you smile. It’s nice to know Rin hangs out with good people who aren’t all dour and weird like him. 

“Something like that. Anyway, his birthday is in a few weeks, and me and a few of the other guys thought it would be a good gift for him to fly you out and surprise him.”

You stay silent, attempting to suffocate the spark of hope that traitorously stirs in you.

“Isagi.” You fold your hands and put them vertically to your lips. “Have you met Rin?”

That makes him laugh, “I have, I’m probably around him too much. But he’s been weird since we started the season here. If you visited, the team would cover everything. Our coach even offered to arrange rooms for you at the hotels we’ll be at. If you don’t want to room with Rin, anyway—”

“Rin and I aren’t together.”

“Damn.” Isagi clicks his tongue. “Does he know that?”

Maybe you’re an idiot. Maybe Rin’s an idiot. Maybe you’re both idiots. 

“I should ask him, maybe.”

“He’s never been the type to do things in halves, you know.”

“Trust me, I’m very aware of that.”

Isagi whistles and you shake your head. 

“You don’t have to give me an answer right away. If you could let me know in the next few days, that would be great. You’ve got my number now that I’ve called, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be in touch.” You swallow. “Thanks for reaching out, Isagi. I appreciate it. And— thanks for keeping an eye on Rin too.”

“Yeah, yeah. Someone needs to while he’s here. Let me know what you’re thinking, feel free to call if you need anything too. Or want me to spy on Rin for you.”

“Will do,” You laugh, light-hearted for the first time in weeks. You exchange goodbyes and you drop your phone onto your lap.

...

Oh my fucking god.

You know several things immediately— you want to go. Desperately, actually, especially with the knowledge that stupid fucking Rin Itoshi has you as his fucking lock screen? You need answers, if nothing else. You won’t settle for a very sad, weepy fuck this time around. 

You also know that you should not surprise Rin. 

So, you act before you can convince yourself better of it. You scroll to your messages with Rin and craft.

[you]: hey, i hope you’re doing alright. your teammate (isagi) just called me and invited me out for your birthday to surprise you. but i know you well enough to know that if i surprise you like that you will either kill me, isagi, yourself, or all three of us.

[you]: i wanted to touch base before i gave isagi an answer

[you]: i’d love to see you

[you]: and we should talk too.

Rin almost immediately sees the message— the freak has read receipts on. A bubble indicating he’s typing appears, then disappears.

A call from him comes in. You nearly drop your phone as the screen lights up your face and vibrates.

With a steadying breath, you answer.

“Hello?”

“What did Isagi tell you?”

You snort. “That your play sucks and that you’re a weepy drunk.” 

“He sucks. Don’t talk to him again.”

“I have to, so he and the rest of your team can buy me tickets and a hotel room—”

“If— if you want to come, I’ll buy your ticket. And why would you need a hotel room?”

“So I have somewhere to sleep.”

“Is my bed not good enough for you?”

“Are you implying that I’d sleep with you?”

“...Yes.”

“Damn,” you fall back onto your couch with a laugh. There’s an odd coil of relief that’s unspooling in your chest. You could cry again. “Is that alright?” 

“I— I wouldn’t want—” Rin so rarely loses his words, it shocks you to hear when he does. “Yes. It’s fine. I can meet you at the airport too.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet?”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

There’s a poignant moment of silence that passes between you two. You can imagine Rin now— it’s the morning where he is. He probably is nursing both a bottle of water and that electrolyte drink he prefers— he likes the blue flavor the best. He’s probably in his warm-up clothes, preparing for his meticulous morning routine. 

“I’m excited,” Rin says, stilted but there. “To see you again.”

Something warm burns in you, frail but burgeoning.

“So am I.” You wipe your eyes and laugh. “Don’t break my heart again, Rin, I swear to God.”

“I won’t.”

He says it with enough conviction that you believe him. 

[olivialivvy17]

Racing to the beat - Daniel Ricciardo

summary: Daniel gets a new teammate in VCRB, a F2 female championship winner for the 2025 season. What he didn't expect was her to be extremely genz and a kpop fan.

pairing: fem rookie driver!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

AU: Social media!AU and Written!AU

warnings: swearing, use of yn, hate comments, reader is 25.

face claim: Amna Al Qubaisi for professional f1 photos, the rest are from pinterest.

a/n: hey guysss. this is my first time writing something like this, so any feedback is welcome! the story is set more in the future so it's not correct races wise. also let's pretend Daniel didn't retire (I miss him sm). okay love you and enjoy! <3

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enchanted to meet you: leah's birthday ˏˋ°•*⁀ leah williamson x mccabe!reader, social media

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stephcatley baby calvy and auntie leah 🥳 ↳ leahwilliamsonn auntie duties since day one, the only reason i'll be over later ❤️

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[starryoong]

Are the tears in my eyes from this or my grass allergy acting up....... (both. It's both but there are DEFINITELY very touched tears in there 😭😭😭)

pretending to be calm, but I'm still trembling // procreate,2025

taglist _ @j-0ne25 @bbyquokka @winterfloral @moonchild0325 @where-is-innie @wooyussy @i-am-confused-about-life @miastideclock @snug-gyu @iron-fifty-nine @hyunfilms @hyunlix-lover4 @straykats @umbreonwolfy @eoieopda

[sweetyellowhoney]

Lab made destiny

A/N: hi hi hi, lowkey I have been obsessed with SMAUs recently so here I am entering the game myself 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ this is my first time writing any sort of fic so pls leave feedback and I am more than happy for any requests if anyone has any!!!

Summary: Tonys newest scientist ends up smitten over none other than Steve Rogers himself.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

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tony.stark no, we are not changing it to that.

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Stage Lights. — mattheo riddle

SUMMARY: Mattheo and you find yourselves on the stage where he would perform a concert with his band later that night and he ends up fucking you on there.

word count: 1,871

genre: smut | fem!/afab!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings/tropes: a part of my rockstar!au (but can be read on its own), it‘s just filthy smut, 18+ mdni, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, fingering, choking, slight degradation, slight praise, kind of public sex i guess?, probably poor written dirty talk, english is not my first language, slightly proofread — if I forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: it‘s the filthiest thing i’ve ever written and first time writing smut for mattheo. please let me know what you think of it! i hope you enjoy reading <33 i got the idea after i back about my rockstar!mattheo moodboard and my lovely zoya gave me a little idea with it and here it is! 🙂‍↕️ thank you for giving me the idea my lovely @mattnott 💓

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“Have you ever imagined,” Mattheo whispered hoarsely into your ear as he stood behind you, “To get fucked on a stage like this, hm?” You felt his breath tickling your skin while he started to kiss your neck. His hands travelled to your hips, and he left a firm squeeze on them. A slight chuckle left your lips as you listened to his words and leaned back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body.

“Maybe I already did it on a stage?” You whispered back, “Who says you would be the first one?” You bit down on your lower lip as he started kissing your jaw and chuckled lowly into your ear.

“Even if you already did, I’d be better.” Mattheo’s fingers dug deeper into your hips and slowly started to grind his hips against yours, which caused him to groan quietly into your ear. You loved when he didn’t shy away to let out any sounds – it turned you on even more.

A smirk made its way to your lips while you arched your eyebrows teasingly. “Always using your mouth for such big words but can you put it to use in such a setting?” You hummed and felt his grip on your hips tighten. You knew he could and that he would, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

The thrill of possibly getting caught by someone increased your eagerness, whether it would be one of his friends or anyone else that worked for the staff. You couldn’t care less; your judgement was clouded by his closeness and the way he was kissing and sucking on your neck. A quiet whimper left your lips as Mattheo started kissing you on your sensitive spot.

With a sudden movement he turned you around and captured your lips in a hungry and heated kiss. One of his hands grabbed you by the back of your head while his other hand remained on your hip. You quickly moved your hands to his belt and opened it; you didn’t have much time because the admission to the venue would start soon. Neither of you wanted to get caught by his fans, even if the possibility of it turned both of you on even more.

His hands moved to your thighs, and he lifted you up to gently place you down on the stage floor, making sure you could lay on it as comfortable as possible. Even if it was a hard floor and probably would give you slight bruises and leave you with backpain but this was a problem for later. Right now, you just needed him inside of you. He parted your legs with his arms and knelt between them after he pushed your skirt over hips. He pressed his hips against yours and let you feel his hardened dick, causing you to whimper. Mattheo slightly pulled away from you to admire how you lay on the floor and the stage lights captured your beauty. Your skin heated up and pupils dilated as your hands slid under his shirt and wandered over his torso. He felt your fingernails ranking over the skin of his stomach and moaned as you slightly left a few scratches on his skin.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled and slowly traced the skin of your thighs, drawing his fingers closer to your clothed heat. Not quite touching you yet as he watched you getting more eager each second. He loved being a tease and even more so to tease you until you were dripping for him.

“Fuck,” you exhaled, “Mattheo please stop with the fucking teasing now.” You groaned annoyed by his teasing. You usually enjoyed that he’d take his time with you but right now wasn’t the time for it. You moved your hips against his clothed cock and rolled your eyes as a cheeky smirk formed on his lips. He was enjoying your eagerness way too much, and you hated the effect he had on you, but you needed him desperately in that moment. And so did he.

He clicked his tongue and pushed your panties aside, sliding his finger through your already glistening folds. “Hmm, you’re already dripping wet for me, pretty girl. You could have told me earlier that this turns you on. I’d have fucked you on stage way earlier,” he chuckled with his stupid smirk and pushed a finger inside you. A moan left your lips as he started moving his finger in and out of you.

He added a second finger and increased his movements while he shoved your shirt up to reveal your breasts. “So beautiful,” he mumbled underneath his breath and leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned louder and your cunt squeezed around his fingers as he found the spot that made you come quickly. “Can’t wait to fuck this perfect pussy of you,” he mumbled as he moved his attention to your other nipple.

You tried to find something to hold down onto and grabbed his hair, pushing him closer against your breasts. Your breath hitched as he suddenly withdrew his mouth and fingers from you – your cunt clenching around nothing now. A whimper left your lips as you watched him licking his fingers clean and saw his cock straining against his jeans.

You quickly opened his jeans and shoved them down as far as you needed until you could free his cock. “We don’t have much time anym–,“ your breath got caught in your throat as he flipped you around and positioned himself behind your now lifted ass.

The floor creaked with your movements as you were on your knees and slightly wiggled your hips to make him hurry up. He curled his finger around the fabric of your panties and pulled it aside again. He lined up his throbbing cock at your entrance and slid through your folds a few times to coat himself in your juices. An eager groan left both of your lips while he did that. You pushed your hips against his, which made him to grab your hips firmly to keep you in place.

“Fuuuck,” Mattheo exhaled loudly as he eventually entered your much welcoming cunt with a quick thrust. His grip on your hips tightened even more and his fingers dug into your skin as he set a quick pace of his thrusts. “Such a good slut for me, huh? Letting me fuck you on the stage I’ll perform with the boys in an hour,” he chuckled hoarsely – his own climax approaching.

His words caused your moans to grow louder as you tried to hold yourself up, which became harder the more he thrusted into you. Your legs slightly started to shake as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming again.

“Fuck don’t stop,” you panted – a soft and eagery cry leaving your lips as he slapped your ass. You arched your back and heard him chuckle, he was clearly enjoying every moment of it. Slap. He slapped your ass again. “Fuck you look so pretty like this, baby. Could use this as a motivation for all my other performances, huh? Could fuck you so good and then have a great night performing.” You clenched around him. “I can feel you getting close, angel. D’you want to come?”

You nodded quickly and whimpered as he put his hand around your arm to gently pull you up – your back firmly against his chest as he continued to fuck into you, harder than before. The changed position added more pleasure to both of you, especially as he moved his hand around you to find your clit and rub it in slow but tight circles.

“You gotta have to use that pretty mouth of yours,” his lips brushed against your ear, “You’re always so big to talk, where is that attitude now?” You rolled your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to focus on your approaching climax.

But Mattheo slowed down his pace after you didn’t reply to him. “Fuck you,” you whined annoyed. He chuckled lowly, “Already doing it, pretty girl,” he gently bit into your neck and listened to the needy moan that escaped your lips. “What do you want, baby? You have to decide quickly because I’m pretty sure they’re opening the doors soon.” Your cunt clenched around him once again with the thought of getting caught.

“Fuck– Let me come, Mattheo. I won’t beg for it, you know it but fuck– Just let me come already,” you whined and tried to move your hips against his to cause some friction but his grip on your hip prevented you from moving much.

He quickly started to thrust into you again and groaned in the crook of your neck, “This’ all I wanted to hear.” He moved his hand from your clit to your neck and wrapped his fingers around it to add slight pressure on the sides of it. He felt you squeezing him, letting him know that it brought you pleasure and closer to the edge. “Squeezing me like the good girl you are, huh? Fuck, feels so good.”

You started to slightly feel lightheaded as he increased his pace and whispered into your ear that you could come. Your walls clenched around him before you came around his dick, a row of loud and breathless moans leaving your lips as he fucked you through your climax. He came shortly after you and spilled his cum deep inside you, filling you up nicely.

The pace from his movements slowly slowed down while he kissed your jaw and the side of your head – telling you how well you did for him and how excited he was to get a proper taste of you after his concert. A quiet whimper left your lips as your mind was already filled with him and you ending up in your hotel room.

With a groan he slid out of you and watched a few drops of the mixed cum dripping out of your cunt. He licked his lips and enjoyed the view before he moved your panties and skirt back in place. You slowly got up from your position and fixed your shirt, your legs slightly trembled from the aftermath of your climax. As soon as you saw the slight mess on the stage floor, your cheeks heated up.

“You’re gonna get that cleaned,” you warned him and watched him as he tucked his cock back in his underwear and closed his pants and belt again. Mattheo quickly nodded, “Of course, of course, baby.” He assured you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you walked off the stage.

In fact, he did not get it cleaned and performed on the stage as if nothing happened. You later realised it as you watched him performing and saw the aftermath of your sexual activities still on the floor. Your eyes widened and cheeks heated up again at the thought of you and him and that he was performing with his band on that stage. Mattheo found your gaze for a moment and smirked as he saw you biting down on your lip and continued to perform, not caring about the mess you two made.

[thehydraethereal]

VENUS BABY AAAAAAAAHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS I POUTED WHEN I READ YOUR COMMENT AND HONESTLY? YOU'RE LIKE MY IDOL GIRL <3 IF I EVER START PUBLISHING MY WORKS, JUST KNOW IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU (and @pedrosyouknowwhat)

Back to biz 🙂‍↕️ I'd like to put in a request, please <3

This will be basically the continuation of my last request because your prompts just made me go back to it and ugh, I loved it too much to let it go so easily. The way you write dark Acacius >>>

Prompts are: ⒙ Him finding your "escape" bag and burning it in front of you and⒐ Saying you made him do this while cleaning your bruises in that order because— because.

I just picture it. Reader has had enough, doesn't want that life for herself anymore and plans an escape with the help of her servants. And Acacius is out of the house for X reason, and she takes that time to pack her bag in plans to go away from Acacius, maybe back to her father's house, maybe out of Rome for good. But he comes home, sees her trying to hide her emotions and finds the bag, and... well, nine prompt.

Warning tags are the same as last time; age gap, abusive relationship, power imbalance, physical abuse, heavy domestic violence, manhandling.

THANKKKKK YOUUUUU A ZILLION TIMES AGAIN. I CAN'T WAIT <3333 (I can, pls take your time so you don't burn yourself out baby)

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ههههه

dark GENERAL ACACIUS && wife ! reader

PROMPTS && MAIN M. && PEDRO PASCAL M. ههههه (PREQUEL) LINK HERE

NOTES: This is the first thing I've written after my break (1.8 K words MY LONGEST WORK YET OMG) and I can only hope it is at least readable and enjoyable. My love for DARK Acacius will never fade away, and I wish I am one of the writers that can give him to you, but in a beautiful and derranged way as well. Please tell me your thoughts, they are welcomed always! Now, for my beloved @katwriteshardy, I thank you again for requesting this. You make me too hapoy and I am honestly looking forward to you requesting something again. Can't wait to read your feedback and to talk about this one with you. I love you ˁˀ PLEASE PUBLISH YOUR MF WORK, I NEED IT LOL

Your body instinctively flinched, tendons of your heart curling in themselves, as Acacius rose from the table. He wore his armor still, darkened eyes settling upon the guard that presented next to him to report the state of the army he sent to the North African kingdom. His brows furrowed as the guard breathlessly narrated, and all of a sudden, the general struck the table with both his hands, so violent that tears sprung straightaway in your eyes. "By the gods, I’ll skin the bastard who led that charge. Whose orders did they follow? Because they weren’t mine.", the general growled and you could almost feel the anger radiating off of his figure. 

“Ready my horse. Rouse the commanders—I want every man armed and accounted for by nightfall. Tell the harbor—my ship sails at dawn. No delays. I move with the sunrise. If those filthy barbarians want this, I will give it to them. I will have my armor, my blade and their blood over me by the rise of the moon.”

You looked up at him while you gripped your skirts subconsciously in an attempt to stop your insides from trembling. His words never failed to terrify you. 

But as you watched him step away from you, jaw clenched in pure madness, and as you unclasped your fingers from the soft fabric, you realised you could not live like this any longer. This wasn’t you, but the remains of a shell of your existence. You had to leave.

The eyes of the new stable boy shyly looked over your figure as you strolled by him. He was a couple of springs younger than you. You often saw how he turned his face away when Acacius grabbed you or spoke to you, not wanting to witness your endless pain. You stopped your walk and, while watching upon his bowed posture, you let your voice free.

“Can you be trusted?”, you asked, voice cracking as his eyes pierced yours. You raised your brows, expecting an answer and he gave you a small nod. “Very well. I will send you my maid, she will tell you how you can be of service.”, you whispered. “Please…I need your loyalty", you said to him, and the sudden vulnerability made him shift. “Yes, my Lady.”

“My queen.” The title made you flinch as a strong, gold-wrapped hand snaked around your ribcage. The boy quickly looked down and you could almost see Acacius’s cruel gaze, even though your eyes were on the dusty ground. 

“I will have to leave. Duty calls for me", the General growled, kissing the palm of your hand. You tried to give him a small smile, but his hand was already cupping your chin. “I have the trust that you will not do anything stupid until I return”, he finished.

You shook your head and his lips were on yours, devouring your mouth. Then, you watched him stroll away and the scrunching of the gates closing was the confirmation you needed. Marcus Acacius left and you were yet to be free. 

You and your maids spent the entire night preparing a tiny wooden cart with keepsakes too beloved to leave. Your mother’s wedding dress, worn again at your own, as custom demanded, was a bittersweet memory which you had to take with you.

The ring your first lover had carved out of a santal tree, the bracelet your father had gifted you when you turned sixteen, the mortar you had used as a child—everything you loved was wrapped carefully in clean rags and put in the cart.

A few guards, once sworn to your father, now to you between the constricting walls of the villa, kept watch for your safety and discretion, and the boy at the stables went to bring you bread, figs, olives, ointments and water for the lengthy trip that stood before you.

You needed to leave Rome as fast as possible. Even the air was making your insides churn, choking your senses and souring your gut.

The cart had been triumphantly finished and hidden among other carts full of hay, but you were not sure it made it out the great gates of Rome.

You were left at the villa, it would have been too dangerous and suspicious if you left along with the humble cart, and just had to wait for the man that would guide you towards Praeneste.

Then, you would run to the Colli Albani mountains and from there, you would be able to start a fresh life, where fear, pain and dominance would be only stray memories.

With one last vague, disgusted gaze upon the mighty marble villa, you turned your head to go inside and change for the trip. 

But your dreams vanished when the first drop of burning light of the sunrise hit your skin and the pounding of hooves shattered the silence of early morning.

“It…It can’t be—”, you sobbed to yourself as the gates opened. The burgundy of a mantle sewn with gold caught your teary pupils. You could recognize it anywhere.

You raised your eyes, looking at your husband through wet lashes. Your heart was punching your ribcage and instinctively, you took a couple of infant steps back. 

“My wife,” Acacius called a smug smirk planted on his face, as he approached you, still riding on the stallion. Everything in your being screamed at you to keep your calmness, but the moment overwhelmed you. The questions kept flowing—’Why was he not gone?’, ‘Why is he back?’, ‘Did he find out?’, ‘What will he do?’. 

“You seem frightened and distressed, my love,” he furrowed his brows and pouted his lips tauntingly at you. You took another step back, now that he was on the ground. He raised his hands, looking back at his soldiers, at your lack of words and they started laughing. 

“Is there something I should know?”, he asked and blood froze in your veins. He always used this tone before he would hurt you, that honeyed tone, that pretend pout.

You caught your lip between your teeth, tears starting to blur everything but that damn maroon cape.

“Answer me,” Acacius growled, trying to maintain his composure. “No,” you spoke, too swiftly.

“No?,” he puffed, chest heaving with an unamused chuckle.

“If not, then—,” he started and gestured towards someone, “—what is this?”, he finished, voice dropping an octave.

It was clear and light as daylight, he knew. The very first tear caressed your cheek, leaving a long stripe of wet agony as your husband’s calloused finger was tracing it. The cart—your small cart—was dragged inside the courtyard. 

“Did you try to run from me, hm? Did you try to leave me?”. His voice was torturous, and his hand felt heavy on your cheek.

You felt every stripe of skin on his fingertips, every drop of shedded blood, every particle of ash, and it constricted your throat.

He released your face with a light push, and he walked away towards the gates.

“Bring them in”, he gestured disgustedly towards a couple of his men.

The faces of your maids and the stable boy, littered with cuts and dirt, stared back pleadingly at you, their eyes darkened with fear.

“NO!”, your scream was visceral and raw, and it was bruising your throat as you let it out. Falling on your knees, your fingers wrapped around the crimson, heavy cape of the General. “Please, my lord, p-please—”, you whimpered, eyes darting from his dark, captivating eyes to their restrained bodies.

A guard was pushing the young boy on his knees, while another was tearing at the dress of your closest handmaid. Her pleads were echoing through your skull.

“The crosses are already prepared for them. Betrayal is not forgiven.”, Acacius stated, looking down at your knuckles on his clothes. The words made the people that helped you plead to him, terror lacing their tones.

Acacius raised his hand and flinged it twice and the screams were getting further. He crouched next to your crawling body and his hand came behind your head. His fist wrapped in your silky hair and he forced you to look at him. 

“I shall break your kneecaps, then drag you after my horse through all Rome. And, when it would be over, people would call it mercy.” A whimper fought its way out from your pained throat. 

“But how can I do that to my beautiful wife? Even though you wanted to humiliate and shame my name, I will not do that.”, he growled and you let your eyelids cover your eyes, knowing what he was yet to say or do would be much worse. 

But he never spoke, and, as he raised up, he dragged you up by your hair. Your voice gave up on you moments ago, and you could only whine brokenly. 

Bending your spine, he smashed your body against his chest. “Burn it”, you felt his hard chest rumbling as he spoke out these words.

 You broke into a sob when you saw moths of ash falling down from the torch one of the guards was carrying. When it landed upon the cart, flames started eating at the wood and at your beloved trinkets. You felt waves of fresh tears burning your cheeks as the fire consumed everything you had dearer. 

“Please—p-please, just stop i-it, I am begging you—”, you hoarsely cried, but his fingers tightened in your scalp and his bicep curled against your chest tightened you closer to him. His pelvis rubbed discomfitingly against your back as you squirmed in the uneasy position he was holding you in. 

“No, NO! Marcus, st-stop it—”, you screamed when the wood started creaking under the unbearable heat. Strings and torn pieces of your dresses were flying around, looking like burnt butterflies. “Am I not merciful enough? I could have had your tongue cut in the center of the market, most men do that to disobedient wives for less. Do you want me to turn these words into truth?”, he yelled, lips pressed tightly to your ear.

You delicately shook your head with the strength you had left in your body, and your husband flipped you so you would be able to face him. His large palm curled over your neck, as he pulled your face closer. With rough but careful fingers, he tried to clean the small cuts and scratches across your face. 

“You forced my hand, my love. All those people, who lived under my roof, are dying right now…It was you who made this happen.” His words made your whole body jerk, guilt ringing in your stomach. 

TAGS: @pedrosyouknowwhat @highonmarvel @essraxi

[dakusan]

Hello I worship at the altar of you and your beautiful wrinkly brain 🙂‍↕️ I have been very curious about one Yang JEONGIN and evolving/ascending abnormals.

1) is it like vampire puberty? Do they go through wild hormonal rages?

2) does he know what’s happening to him?

3) how???

I await your response with bated breath 😌

Xoxo, 🐉

my pretty dragon~ welcome to the blood roster, 🐉. you now have unrestricted lab access. this one’s not just lore. this is virology with fangs.

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🧬 THE EVOLUTION OF JEONGIN

A Study in Mutation, Awakening, and Biological Betrayal

First: no. There’s no such thing as vampire puberty. No hormonal surges. No emotional teenager tantrums with fangs. That’s human projection.

What does happen? Is mutation. Spontaneous. Violent. Permanent.

WHAT THE FUCK IS AN ABNORMAL?

Ask any vampire scholar and they’ll give you three words:

“Gods made wrong.”

Abnormals aren’t turned. They aren’t infected. They aren’t created through magic or ritual. They are born — but they are not born right.

🩸 THE LEADING THEORY: GENETIC MUTATION

Vampire scientists call it the X-𝜃 gene — unofficially known as the Abnormality Mutation. It is not inherited in a classic Mendelian pattern. It breaks genetic logic. And it defies magical bloodline predictions.

The first recorded Abnormal? Born to two normal vampires. No family history. No known spell damage. But from birth: accelerated development, uncontrolled bloodlust, and an aura that melted wards on contact. Doctors tried magical suppression. Witches attempted blood-stabilization rituals. Nothing worked.

They could not suppress what never obeyed laws to begin with.

🔬 CURRENT WORKING MODEL: A RARE, SPONTANEOUS MUTATION

The X-𝜃 gene appears to:

Override standard vampire regulatory genes (e.g. those controlling bloodlust thresholds, regenerative speed, magical dampening)

Create non-linear power responses (i.e. feedback loops, surges, uncontrolled magic under stress)

Disrupt circadian/sunlight sensitivity genes entirely

Stimulate non-traditional energy pathways (Abnormals can metabolize emotional input: fear, lust, devotion)

The problem? There’s no single genetic pattern. It doesn’t run cleanly in families. It skips generations, reappears randomly, sometimes even activates mid-life (see: Jeongin).

🩸 ADDITIONAL HYPOTHESES:

✦ 1. Magical Environmental Trigger

Some believe the mutation is not fully genetic — that it lies dormant and is triggered by exposure to certain ancient magics, trauma, or spiritual fractures. This would explain:

Delayed awakenings (like Jeongin at 18)

Abnormals emerging from formerly Normal bloodlines

✦ 2. The “Reversion Theory”

Proposed by a rogue scholar. He states that Abnormals are not new — but a reversion to the original vampire species, pre-civilization. Before rules. Before enchantments. The “gods made wrong” weren’t wrong — they were just too real.

“Abnormals are the truth of vampirism, buried under generations of domestication.”

Most vampires refuse to acknowledge this theory due to its existential implications.

✦ 3. The Anti-Evolution Hypothesis

Some researchers believe the Abnormal mutation is a flawed evolutionary hiccup — one that grants immense power but guarantees instability. Like giving a child a loaded weapon: Powerful, yes — but self-destructive unless anchored by extreme regulation.

This is why Chan, despite being born Abnormal, still works tirelessly through Nocte Labs to decode it. He’s not trying to erase it. He’s trying to survive it.

“Just because I was born this way doesn’t mean I understand it. It’s still eating us alive.” — Chan, confidential Nocte memo

⚠️ WHY IT MATTERS FOR JEONGIN

Jeongin is an active subject in Chan’s ongoing mutation studies. Because he is the only documented case of a Normal born vampire:

From two Normal parents

Who began Awakening into Abnormality in early adulthood

And is approaching his biological lock age of 25

This makes Jeongin a biological anomaly inside an anomaly. And the moment he turns 25 — his cellular structure will “freeze,” locking in whatever he has become. Chan suspects he will fully Ascend.

But no one knows what a late bloomer Abnormal truly looks like after the lock. There are no records. There are no survivors.

🔎 JEONGIN: CASE STUDY

Born Normal. Normal parents. Normal bloodline. Nothing immediately strange. But when Jeongin turned 18, his body stopped obeying Normal limits.

Symptoms began:

Walking in sunlight without enchanted protection (should have burned — didn’t).

Uncontrolled sensory spikes. Could smell a lie across the room.

Pulse acceleration under moonlight.

Strength fluctuations. Once bent metal by accident.

Chan, having seen Abnormals before (and being one himself), noticed. And he’s been monitoring Jeongin ever since.

❓ WHAT IS HE NOW?

Jeongin is what vampire scientists call an Awakening Abnormal. A transitional state where the mutation is active, but not dominant.

He still has:

Some Normal weaknesses (e.g., minor sun fatigue after long exposure)

Normal magic stability

Emotional bond sensitivity

But increasingly, he also shows:

Feral reflexes under threat

Blood scent tracking

No need for glamour spells

Momentary time-bending speed

Vein bloom when angered — hallmark Abnormal sign

🎂 VAMPIRE AGING : WHY IT MATTERS

Vampires “lock” in their physical age at 21 or 25, depending on bloodline strength.

Jeongin is currently 24. Once he hits 25, his biology will lock — and if the Abnormal trait dominates by then, it becomes permanent.

Chan believes this is inevitable.

WHEN HE ASCENDS…

Once the full mutation takes hold, Jeongin will:

No longer require blood as frequently (Abnormals metabolize it differently)

Lose all sunlight sensitivity

Be immune to holy relics and emotional glamours

Become capable of soul-affecting speed and strength

Risk Overload Feedback if not stabilized (i.e., seizures, bloodcry, internal rupture)

Chan is currently working with Nocte Labs to design a stabilization ritual — something to help Jeongin maintain control once he ascends.

Because once he’s fully Abnormal? He can no longer afford to just “feel things.” Rage. Desire. Panic. All become weapons.

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🐉 anon, your curiosity just opened a major lore vein. thank you for the ask, come again any time 💋🦇

[kuntprodukt]

Honey! It's a Murder Case.

Ada Wong x female reader | MDNI. female reader, reader is a mess lol, suicidal thoughts, lesbians, fluff? not sure, doomed yuri i guess, angst. word count: 4919

notes: it was partially inspired by "decision to leave", an excellent movie. This is... messy and i hate so sorry if i didn't elaborated well some themes and Ada is ooc probably but idc. feedback is appreacited 🙂‍↕️

summary: after changing town, you, a detective, arrive on the crime scene after dead man's wife called, a woman in the red that seemingly was already waiting for you.

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

Two blue eyes stare back at you, literally void of any signs of life, only fear is imprinted in them. The man’s corpse is resting against the wall of the empty pool. His pupils feel like an empty abyss gazing into your soul, searching for any hints and hoping the dead man would answer your question: “who killed you?”, too bad corpse doesn’t talk. That would have helped the investigation by making it so much easier to deal with. The smell of it is nauseating, yet you don’t show any reaction to it. Immune, no longer a rookie investigator someone would say. This is bullshit, no one can be immune to the stench. No one gets used to rotting flesh, no one gets used to announcing the death of one’s lover or parent. The dark and hard lump tries to find its way out of your throat, but you put it down easily.

“Who called us?” This question appeared quickly in your mind, even sooner it gets voiced by you. Talking makes this easier, distracts you from the smell. The witness would need to be interrogated. There is not any other person here other than your incompetent colleagues.

“Eh… A pretty lady, very” Man’s voice reaches your ears. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, the reason is not clear, but such gesture invokes an urge; you barely restrained yourself from grimacing and giving a slap to the back of his head. One can only dream of being this savvy. A dumb answer, even worse face he has.

“Did she even give her name?” You ask with furrowed brows, pulling out a handkerchief to cover your nose. A glance at the corpse, not sure why would you worry over a dead man listening to the conversation. Corpses don’t speak. Your coworker rubs the back of his head, in the same manner he would if you had hit him there.

“Ehm.. she had a Chinese name.” You don’t really know what you should have expected from this conversation. He shrugs again, looking at you with a sheepish smile, clearly realizing how bad this is. His eyes dart around, a clear sign he is trying to find an excuse for this behavior. Anything. “…you know, they are hard to remember”

The sun is high and bright for the last days of November, as a chilly breeze rises, bringing away the smell of the corpse from the scene for a short while and shivers seep deep into your bones, a dull pain signals you don’t belong here.

…

The inside of the house is warm, and welcoming to guests. You would expect much more furniture, but it seems the victim and his wife were into minimalism. Already slightly judicial about their taste in such matters, but you aren’t here to evaluate this. This is a murder case. Probably.

“Sorry for the disturbance, Miss..?” You asked as soon as you noticed a figure standing in the kitchen, the voice echoed and filled the void of this space.

“Ada. Ada Wong” she says and you could swear your heart sank at the sound of her voice. The air became hot as the woman turned to face you. This is unexpected, not for her, cause she seems to enjoy your loss of control. Her face is all you can see, like there is nothing around you both; brown eyes with a playful look intended only for you and plump, rosy lips tugged into the most tender smile you can ever imagine. The soft rays of the sun fall on her skin, looking like a classical painting of spring. Always in the dress. Red color. A faded memory of the book emerges in the back of your mind, a useless one but still interesting enough to remind you of itself, recalling many meanings of red. In some ways, this hue became dear to you, even a favorite over time without a realization. Red is love. Red is passion. Red is desire. Red is the danger. Ada is the red color, so bright and calling to your heart. This woman has captivated you, she holds your heart in her palm, nails dig into the soft tissue of your pumping muscle, while you try to disentangle from the webs she has created for you, again.

Giving a thought, if fate is real, then it is stalking and messing with you since the last case you had before you moved into this town. Recalling it even shortly, makes your tie tighten around your neck. Like a deserved knot for your oversight and lack of professionalism. The death of a man was concluded as a suicide, cause of the lack of evidence against his wife, the suspect for whom you got attracted. The thought of her has been lingering in your mind for three years, filling with dread and yearning.

You’ve never brought up this again. The guilt is still there and you are too much of a coward to kill yourself, but the gun was always in the back of your mind.

“Detective” Ada‘s voice interrupts your endless turbulent thoughts. “tea? Coffee? Or just water?”

“Tea would be nice” You clear your throat before sitting on the chair. It is weird to look finally into her face more comfortably without guilt or shame burning your body She didn’t change. Another feeling pools in your gut; a peaceful warmth. Something you missed so much after three years of drowning yourself in self-loathing. A teapot of fine china is already hot, poured into two cups, already prepared for someone. This feels like she was waiting for you, another dumb and hopeful thoughts fill your heart as she placed two cups of warm tea. She is sitting on the opposite side, making it much easier to look into her face when she is in front of you.

“Thank you, so….” you clear your throat, looking down at the pale yellowish liquid reflecting your face. So tired. Is it white tea? Stop wandering off, focus. “The body… your husband. When did you find him?”

“This morning” Ada explains, her slender finger traces the rim of her cup. Her eyes don’t leave your face, like a predator looking for a weak spot. “Yesterday. He didn’t come home, didn’t give too many thoughts. I suspected he was drinking with friends. Like men usually do” You can feel her foot tapping against yours, probably an accident. Maybe the space is narrow, you try not to fall into senseless hope.

“Not a pleasant experience to discover his corpse, was it?” You try to keep the conversation alive, finally taking a sip of tea to soften the dryness in your throat. Floral and delicate, with subtle fruity notes in it. Clearly a white tea.

“Mm,” she hums absently. The death didn’t faze her at all, even a thought about her husband didn’t seem to be pleasant, either sad - just clear indifference. Your thought process stopped when her foot lightly brushed around your ankle before shamelessly running up to your calf, but this time it was clear - she was doing this to tease you and the same gentle smile doesn’t leave her lips. “What should one expect from a man with bad habits, mm?”

“Bad habits?” You echoed her words, keeping eye contact, but you crumble under her gaze like a sand castle after a sea wave hits it. Again those vague answers of hers. Ada nods with satisfaction written all over her face. If she was a cat, she would be a purring mess.

“Debts, multiple debts.” She explains to you with a sigh, her finger stopped toying with the edge of her cup. Unfortunately, your attention is not on the case right now as her foot moves slowly up to your thigh. You can’t keep your hands to yourself, to ignore her little game and flirting feels like torture. You grip gently her ankle, giving it a tender squeeze. The thick fabric of her black tights underneath your fingertips feels so familiar, like holding something that belongs to you. Your palms, with a slow and careful motion, drift up, giving into an urge to caress her calf and enjoy the little moments you both can afford.

“Ada…” you swallow hard, calling her by her name shifts the entire situation into a more private and intimate one. The gears in your head work overtime right now. A warmth that was born in your chest, growing its roots deeper into your body and there is hope that conflicts with your work ethic, you promised yourself to be a professional. There is a need to pull her closer, you feel like love is possible for you for once. Three years of not seeing each other. ‘I missed you’ on the tip of your tongue threatens to escape. You fear if those words will be voiced, even accidentally admitting your longing for her it will lead you to die from the broken heart. “…Did you kill him?” But all you can say will lead to a disaster, this is no exception, and her eyebrows furrow briefly before pulling her leg away. Your hands clench to keep the feeling of her body for a little bit longer.

“False accusations and damage to one’s reputation are a crime, detective” Her words are like a pike being pounded into your chest, leaving you breathless, and they are a reminder of your own unprofessional behavior in the past. Compromising the case and letting her go, even when you had shreds of evidence against Ada. There is nothing wrong with leaving right? Shame and guilt are too much to bear, avoiding any confrontation of them. You stand up quickly, almost spilling the tea.

“Yeah, sorry… for my behavior” you mutter with furrowed eyebrows, feeling tension in your jaw. “I need to go, we will contact you again soon”

This was quick, letting one of your colleagues deal with this while your mind was absent and not listening to anything. A day passes quickly, not noticing how hours flew, but this is for your own good. Returning to your apartment feels so lonely right now, lonelier than it has even been and the only sound in it is your breathing, still processing what happened today. Your mind is like a turbulent air before the storm, like a cold rain smothering your face and shading your vision. You can’t focus on anything else when Ada is inevitably back in your life.

Is she affected by this reunion like you are?

…

As time flew, you realized how easy it was to find information about the dead man and how your precinct may just leave this as an unsolved case. Ada was right about his debts, but another interesting fact was left out. Not sure if she didn’t know or she was hiding it. He was working for the government in the past - this complicates things. No wonder someone killed him, he knew too much for someone’s taste. And if it wasn’t someone from higher-ups, other organizations may have held grudges. Despite of your weakness towards a woman in red and trying to avoid any confrontation with your guilt, you couldn’t keep your curiosity at bay, delving into her past and trying to find at least something. Rather disappointing research, but maybe you got lucky cause she seems to be a mercenary or an ex-one. Not clear.

As of good news; little escapades, both of you had indulged in before, returned. Should you be ashamed of that? Yes, but at the sight of Ada you forget about anything, her presence is the cure to dawning shame. With that, December felt peaceful and warmer than it should be, maybe that’s on you, cause people still cover themselves with clothes, trying to keep the warmth of their bodies. Maybe you got more vigilant or something has changed, but it is strange to see iris at this time of year. Not like you are going to complain, you always liked Iris, those flowers were simple and cute, not sure about their meaning, but still the sight of them gave you a jolt of hope in your body. Too bad, the only flowers you received were yellow tulips. Maybe you need to read something about flower language… Her hands brush against your coat, pulling away from another wave of thoughts in your head and you halt in your movements when she pulls its edges to face you. Her expensive perfume washes over your senses again, like a kiss from the ghost - barely here, but leaves you to crave for more. If love had its own aroma, then Ada would smell like it.

“Detective is so carefree, you are going to get cold” She says, shaking her head. Her fingers drum on the fabric before shifting to your scarf. It seems you didn’t tighten it properly, looking a little bit messy and not covering your throat. “that won’t do”

You hurried to see her, but this will be your little secret.

“Are you worried?” You inquire with a smile, the tail of your brow raises, but she doesn’t answer. Her fingers brush lightly against your skin, leaving a burning sensation from that ghosted touch while she adjusts your scarf. Not wanting to end this moment, instinctively you don’t let her hands retreat. Your hold of one of her hands keeps the closeness, you could swear a brief surprise flashed in her eyes. A curiosity flashes in your mind, bringing your fingers to crawl up to inspect her fingers. Rough and dry skin on that dainty hand. “you don’t take care of yourself either”

“Are you my caretaker now?” Ada teases with a smile on her lips, letting your gaze check the calloused skin of her palm. Not a secret for you that she knows how to use guns and the condition of her hands is just a confirmation of that.

“I may become one, is there a vacancy?” You tease her back and she rolls her eyes at your words. You know Ada isn’t annoyed, but still, it is entertaining to watch her little and subtle reactions to your words or actions. You reach for the pocket in your coat, a weird habit to keep a mini hand cream. It is useful when one travels around, but it has been a long time since you left the borders of this place. Maybe after this mess, who knows. You quickly removed the tap of the tube to butter the cream, gently spreading and massaging her hand. There is a silence between you, a calming and comforting one, not being afraid to not speak cause words are not enough to express yourselves. Her skin underneath your fingertips feels so dear to you, spreading gently cream as a light breeze hits your frame, bringing more of her perfume into your senses and you wish you were closer. With a final touch of this caring gesture, you bring her palm closer to your lips to press them shortly, to drown in the tenderness of the moment. You kept eye contact, to see her reaction and to someone else’s gaze she wouldn’t seem fazed, her own eyes can’t hide a wave of affection passing by. Your grip loosens and her hand finally retreats, a ghostlike feeling of her skin is still burning hot on your lips, like a short-lived mark. The rendezvous didn’t last long after that, enjoying the silence between each other until you had to separate.

“Thank you for this” a quick message after getting in your car, a little habit. She usually ignores your SMS. This time, three dots appear.

“You like wine?”

“I don’t have preferences, why?” You aren’t picky with alcohol when there is a need to forget something.

“Tomorrow night, me, gorgeous detective, and wine? ;)”

You can see your own face on the screen of your phone, looking so dumb right now; can’t keep that smile at bay, can you? This sounds like a date, but it is not one, is it? Maybe Wheel of Fortune still works well. Your ability to stay calm and control your emotions with her is so bad, that your colleagues would tease you if they saw you. Indeed a love-struck idiot. Biting your knuckles and trying to not text quickly back, she doesn’t need more evidence of your infatuation.

“Perfect, my place”

…

A glass of wine, another one after emptying the previous one in no time. Glass after glass, hands intertwining together and the minds are fuzzy thanks to the alcohol. Sitting in the kitchen, clinging to the feeling of touching her hand or play with her fingers like a giddy teenager.

“Ada?” You whisper, staring at her and observing her elegant stature.

“Mm?” She hums absently, looking down at her empty wineglass with a ‘barely here’ expression. Pausing cause your eyes noticed a gramophone, that wasn’t used in a while, but it still was kept with you in case there would be a need to use it. And it seems this is the perfect situation to dust off your old collection of vinyls. After making a little rattling, you are standing in front of the player, not really trying to choose a specific vinyl record, there are many of them and it is more exciting to choose something random without giving it too much thoughts. Not like your tipsy mind is good for this.

“Ada” your voice is a little bit louder, after putting a record on the player, as music gently fills the space between you both.

“Detective?” Her eyes dart to your face, meeting each other’s gaze; this is a perfect moment to pull her out of the table. You do that, feeling lightness in your head as you try to get into position for dancing, but failing miserably after a step. This is a reminder that you are a detective, not a dancer. You will blame this on alcohol, just in case. For a moment you regret this, maybe it was a bad idea to initiate a dance cause you suck at it, never took any dancing lessons, and for what? To have this skill buried and not used? Your awkward and clumsy movements seem to be amusing to Ada cause it seems a smile threatens to escape. Such an embarrassment. Standing there with a light blush burning your cheeks and trying to collect yourself. Yeah, alcohol is the one to blame.

“Cute” Her hands take yours to put one of them on her lower back, you hold her hand and she puts the other one on your shoulder. Of course, Ada knows how to dance. “repeat after me. One, two, three…” The rhythm is simple. One. Two. Three. Trying not to step on her feet, while she guides your movements as you repeat quietly the same words.

One…Two… Three.

Until they blend into the music coming from the vinyl player, spinning in circles in the living room, one step forward, another one to the side. It is simple enough. Ada seems to enjoy herself right now; black strands move with every step you take, her eyes are again full of something playful and tenderness that leaves you breathless. Your hand on her lower back pulls her closer, not noticing the closing distance between you. She squeezes your hand, feeling your fingers being intertwined. You can’t lie to yourself, this feels good like the only place to exist in this universe is this room. A long dream from which you wouldn’t want to wake up. For a brief moment, the music stopped with your bodies, short silence fills with heavy breathing before they get covered with new tones coming from the recorder. Music is still on, the composition changed but you don’t listen to it anymore. Your eyes linger on her lips, in a romance movie this would be a hot moment combined with love confession, but… It is weird, you can’t really let yourself indulge in something more intimate with Ada. You just stand there, your lips hovering over hers in a short distance. A kiss would be the next step, so… Why don’t you kiss her? Murder case, be professional. Something dug into your heart, aching longingly for something that never existed. The entire murder case feels like another lame excuse you pull to cover your inner turbulence over the betrayal of your work ethic. Three years passed and still can’t get over this, not accepting that you are no better than an incompetent asshole you call a coworker.

“Did you zone out?” Ada says, her fingers caressing your cheek, pulling you out of your self-loathing. Your lower lip trembles, trying to recollect yourself before nodding. She smiles, looking amused by this situation, and you are not sure if this is a bad thing or not.

“Sorry, I am not myself these days” you mumble, looking at her fingers before catching them in your gentle hold. Taking the moment to give a soft and quick kiss, before letting them go. Ada tilts her head and you don’t feel confident anymore to look into her face again. “… work is getting the best out of me” Standing silently, light sways of your bodies in the rhythm of the music as her chin rests on your shoulder and you are not sure if it is her heart you can hear, or just confusing with your one. You can feel her pressing more against your chest, any self-hated thought disappear as if they don’t exist and don’t torment you when your bed is empty, she is like a painkiller for you.

“It is late..” you say, pressing the button to stop rolling the recorder, while the other hand is still resting on her lower back. Keeping her close. Making a woman drive to her home sounds awful nor you should do that under the influence of alcohol - you are a respectable person, after all. Unfortunately or not, your place is not big, leading her to your bedroom. The room is silent, soft, and gentle silence, not threatening at all. You let Ada lay down while you sit down on the edge, the bed resounds at the weight of your bodies. Tonight, your coach is going to be the place to sleep, in spite of the need to join her too. The face of a dead man flashes in your memory, a good reminder to stay still and not fall in your weakness.

“And what if I did kill him?” Her murmur made you shiver and focus your attention on her frame - she looked at you with a heavy gaze. Your jaw tenses, swallowing hard at her timing. Can she read your mind? Her words feel like a cold tidal wave approaching from afar to swallow you deeply into its embrace, to fill your lungs but instead of salty liquid, it is your confusion.

“What?… Is that a confession? In that case, I should arrest you” jokingly you say, shrugging your shoulders, a motion to ease the anxiety throbbing in your chest. No answer. In the dimly lightened room, your eyes are still able to catch her just smiling at you, her fingers brushing against the inner skin of your wrist, a silent plea to focus on her. Your next words are a breathless whisper, wanting a confirmation of your suspicions. “… did you?” There is another pause like she is conflicted about what to say next.

“Don’t think too much, not good for your tipsy head” she whispers back, looking down at your wrist. Another vague answer but this was enough information for you. There is no reason to stay in this room, you return to the empty living room, leaving her to sleep in your bed silently.

…

You left early, she still was sleeping in your bed. December mornings are cold and dark, but today somewhat it is worse, the chilliness of the weather seeps into your bones in spite of wearing warm clothes, they don’t shield you from heaviness in the chest or the anxiety that makes your fingers numb - useless. The gloomy atmosphere of the morning made you realize how your mind is always responsible for the image of the world you see. Today even with the thought of Ada in your bed, it is dark and colorless. Maybe that’s an after-effect of the alcohol, not you, but at the back of your mind, it is just another lame excuse. You can’t really focus on anything, not something new these days. But this time your suspicions just got confirmed twice - the case will remain unsolved, and they won’t bring it back. No wonder, it is hard enough to catch members of criminal organizations and your precinct is full of incompetent and corrupt people. And Ada was probably just carrying out her commission, you should have arrested her after that confession, but also there are no evidences other than words to confirm, not really a reliable source.

Ada is probably not in the city anymore. This makes your heart ache.

The day came to its end, leading you back home. Like many days before all this, sitting on the chair with a glass of alcohol to make your head feel light and ignore your mind, likes to remind you about your gun. The idea of cold and sour metal of the barrel in your mouth has returned, but quickly buried with alcohol. This is a mess, a revulsive one, making you less vigilant about your surroundings. To your surprise, Ada is still in your apartment, you realize this after noticing her standing in front of you and looking down at your not-so-happy state. Her fingers gently reach for your chin, tilting your head to have a better sight of you right now, the touch burns on your skin, keeping silence between you alive.

“Bad day? Booze isn’t a good way to cope“ Ada was first to break it, her other hand brought a chapstick to your lips, softly and tenderly applying to them. It smells like cherry. You want to deny her touch, making a scene and throwing her out of your place. “it is a depressant, hon”

“…what are you doing here?” You ask, ignoring her words.

“What?” She pulls away her hands from you, leaving tingly remains on your face of her tenderness. You pause, trying to gather words as your eyes drift, hiding yourself from her. Not wanting to meet her gaze.

“You should go home, I… ” There is another pause from you, looking down at the floor for a brief moment before setting your gaze on the half-empty glass. Everywhere, but not on Ada. “I need to work, you are an obstacle” You know where it goes. You could take her in but you don’t, again. There is a silent understanding of what is going to happen now, a similar situation that led to bitter-sweet goodbyes before, but this time you will pray to every God that your ways will never connect again. Deep inside both wish for different circumstances, maybe a different reality where she holds you after a particularly hard day. But the image is weird, alien to you cause it wouldn’t be Ada, not her style. Something suggests, there are no other possible universes where both of you are together. Another realization hits you hard, maybe speaking before thinking was not a good idea in your case. This is one of the last moments of whatever you both had, there is no going back, you really won’t see her anymore. Dread and hope combine, creating another dark lump that tries to crawl out of your throat.

“I’ll see you around then” she says, glancing at the watch and trying to ignore her own growing turbulent feeling in her chest. Something is coiling around her neck, not visible to your eyes, making it harder to breathe. Similar to you. She needs to leave and this is hard to digest even to her. A weakness, but indulging in something sweet for the last time is worth it. The idea of not seeing her anymore is hard, there would be no giddy feeling every time you see her or little moments where you care for each other. You reach for her wrist, pulling Ada closer and the expensive sweet scent of her perfume embraces you in a gentle love. Looking into her face makes something stir in your guts again. Ada hides her expressions so well, but not from you; her eyes speak the truth, and the hint of bitterness and sadness rush and disappear in her gaze, making this separation harder to endure. Your lips brush on the flesh of her inner wrist like a ghost, giving soft kisses, while you try to imprint the feeling of her to your memory.

“Please, before you leave…” you murmur against her skin, looking up while holding her wrist in the gentle grip one would have with fine china. Since when does your voice hold such a plea for someone? It feels like tonight you are the most honest person in the world. You don’t feel ashamed or guilty anymore, only a deep grief over what this relationship could be in any other circumstances. But the night is long, you both have time. The time to not drown into the memory of your short time spent together that will torture you, this will throw you back into the same solitude before second reunion, if not worse. And hope fades like a dying candle. “For tonight. Just let me stay by your side a little longer”

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4296

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

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YASMINE I was on the road, fiercely defending my title as if my very existence hinged on it. I've proudly held this championship for nearly three hundred and thirty days, and it has been an incredible journey. Meanwhile, Jey had to surrender his title after suffering a broken arm in a brutal match against Drew. It was a tough moment, and now he's at home recuperating, missing me dearly.

Our wedding was an unforgettable experience, filled with love and joy. Meeting his family was a highlight; they were incredibly warm and welcoming. It felt wonderful to become a part of his family, especially as I navigate my career in the wrestling business.

Today marked the final day of the tour, and I can finally head home after feeling a bit battered and bruised. I suppose that's the price of being a champion. I've missed my partner immensely, and I can't wait to see him and enjoy some well-deserved pampering.

As I sat in my locker room, casually scrolling through my social media, a knock on the door interrupted my moment. I called out for the person to enter, all while double tapping on Instagram photos. That's when I noticed Bianca and Trinity stepping inside.

"Heyy Babygirl!" Trinity said as she gave me a hug

"Hey girlies are y'all ready to go home? Because I am I miss my man," I said sighing deeply while they chuckle at me.

Bianca inquired, "We totally get where you're coming from, but have you both discussed your dream honeymoon destination yet?"

I've been reflecting on our honeymoon plans, and I can't help but dream about Montego Bay, Jamaica. Picture us relaxing on the beach, riding dirt bikes together, and enjoying countless adventures. However, we haven't had the chance to really talk about our plans since his arm injury. It's time to start planning something special.

"No, we haven't discussed on the matter, did y'all have any ideas?" I said as I had seen a grin on their faces

My face turned into a confused one what did these two have planned? Sometimes their ideas scare me, "What?"

"We were considering that you both should head to Montego Bay in Jamaica for your honeymoon; it would be an amazing getaway." I was actually having the same thought—could she possibly be reading my mind?

Trinity remarked, "This way, you can steer clear of all the drama surrounding Melo and Liv. Speaking of him, I heard he got into some trouble for breaching the restraining order you had in place." I nodded in agreement.

"He mentioned that if he breaks it again, he won't think twice about sending him to jail, especially considering what he did to me a couple of months back. They have the evidence ready, just in case he tries to deny it."

"But going to Jamaica doesn't seem bad we both need to be away for a while until he is cleared."

We are actively discussing our plans to make this trip to Jamaica a reality, and as part of that, we've all begun searching for an Airbnb for Jey and me.

✧˚°  After a lengthy drive, I finally arrived home safe and sound. I informed Paul that Jey and I would be taking a week-long vacation to enjoy some quality time together. As I opened the door, our adorable corgi dashed toward me, instantly bringing a smile to my face.

"Hiii my little pumpkin, where's your father?" I said while giving her some loving as I shut the door behind me.

I set my bags down on the couch and slipped off my shoes, neatly placing them on the shoe rack. As I made my way to the kitchen, I couldn't help but smile at her tiny, adorable figure. I filled her bowl with food and poured some fresh water into another. With that done, I headed upstairs in search of Jey.

We moved into my house a few months back after he proposed, and shortly after, he surprised me with the cutest little corgi. She was so tiny and adorable that I felt like I could just melt! We decided to name her Ella. As I entered our shared bedroom, I opened the door to find him lounging on the bed, engrossed in a TV show. It seemed he hadn't even noticed me come in through the front door.

I cleared my throat to grab his attention, and as he turned to me, a smile spread across his face. I approached him confidently, settling onto his lap while he placed his free hand firmly on my hips.

"Hey, baby. I didn't hear you come in," Jey said softly as I leaned in forward to give him a kiss on the lips.

"Well Ella heard me coming in just fine, probably had the TV volume up to high huh? I missed my man," I said while showing him with kisses all over his face.

I heard him chuckling at my affection placing a soft kiss on my neck, "I missed you too baby it was boring without you here," that warmed by heart hearing that from him.

I settled into his lap, feeling at ease, when I noticed Ella entering our bedroom. She attempted to climb onto the bed with us, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable antics. I scooped her up, helping her join us on the bed.

I found myself toying with his shirt as I prepared to discuss our exciting honeymoon plans together.

"Hey Papi," I began, drawing his gaze as he looked up at me. "I was chatting with the girls earlier, and they suggested that we should consider Montego Bay in Jamaica for our honeymoon," I went on.

"That sounds like fun did you already talk to Paul about it?" I nodded my head carefully caressing his broken left arm.

I truly empathized with him when he broke his arm during the match and had to relinquish his title. It must have been incredibly challenging for him to manage daily tasks independently while recovering. However, once he receives medical clearance, he will undoubtedly reclaim his title, and I believe that moment will be a significant triumph for him.

"How's your left arm? You've been taking your medication when I was gone?"

He nodded, saying, "Yeah, my arm hurts, but I'll manage. Now, about our honeymoon trip—when are you going to book the flight, Mama?" he inquired.

"I was going to do that later on tonight so that way we can be prepared to head out in the morning, and I'll have Trin watch Ella for us until we come back, she need some dog friends," Jey was listening to me attentively while caressing his hand all over my body as he gave my butt a squeeze.

I could sense his intentions clearly; the desire in his eyes was unmistakable. It brought a smile to my face as I rose from his lap, fully aware that his gaze was fixed on me.

I figured he might be feeling a bit helpless after his left arm surgery, so I thought it would be fun to playfully tease him by undressing. I understand that it's been tough for him with me away on tour, and I could sense that his desire was building up inside him.

He locked his gaze onto my eyes, his tongue teasingly tracing the edge of his lips as he watched me slowly peel away my layers, revealing the delicate lace of my underwear beneath. I noticed him curling his finger, beckoning me closer with an irresistible invitation.

Did I follow his instructions? No, I didn't. Instead, I stripped completely while observing him lose himself, and as I stood up and stared into his eyes, I started to touch myself.

As he climbed over the bed, I noticed that he was growing erect, which made me grin. I pulled down his shorts and boxers and watched as his large, meaty dick sprung up.

I took hold of it and started to stroke it up and down, feeling him shudder at my touch as I massaged my thumb over his sensitive head and noticed pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

"M-mama...quit...it.." Jey moaned softly.

I just chuckled at him as I started kissing his shaft gently before descending on him and observing his erratic breathing. As I twirled my tongue over his tip, I noticed him tossing his head back into the pillow.

SMUT WARNING I began bobbing my head up and down on his dick while continuing to swirl my tongue around his tip hearing nothing but his sweet moans escaping his lips as I was slurping his dick down.

I could feel him trying to take over but I swatted his hand away holding his thighs down so that he wouldn't thrust his hips in my mouth, I went down on him letting his dick hit the back of my throat.

"Shit, mama,"

"Mhmm," I responded back to him stroking his shaft up and down seeing him rolling his eyes in the back of his head I just knew that he wasn't going to do anything since his arm was fucked up—or so I thought.

I went to suck on his balls catching him off guard while continuing to stoke him up and down watching him crumbling underneath my touch.

"Fuckk, mama, you driving me crazy keep goin," He moaned feeling him gripping onto the sheets.

"Yeah? Is this all mine big daddy?"

"Yes, it's all yours mama," that made me smile knowing that effect I had on him seeing him losing control.

I continued to show his balls some loving feeling his dick twitching inside of my hand signaling that he was going to cum soon, but he wasn't going for it he sat upright pinning me down on the bed with his available hand.

He began rubbing my slick folds feeling how wet I am for him and only for him Jey had my legs pinned over my head while he aligned himself inside of me pushing his dick causing both of us to groan loudly while he began giving me his deep strokes that I love so much before going crazy

He wrapped his available hand around my throat while fucking me slowly as I gaze into his eyes seeing him leaning closer to my body so that we could feel each other's warmth placing his soft lips on mine as our lips began moving in sync.

We were passionately kissing each other feeling his dick circling around my g-spot while moaning between the kiss feeling every single inch of him.

"This my pussy ain't it baby?" Jey muttered replacing his lips onto my neck sucking it.

"Yes, fucking, yes this all yours big daddy," I moaned throwing my head back in the sheets just like how I had him earlier.

I held my legs together keeping them in place so that he wouldn't have to do all of the work due to his arm while watching dick sliding in and out of me coated up with my cream.

This man loved me down unconditionally like no other would not even Carmelo he didn't show me no love and respect during our time together but Jey he was so different and a changed man indeed, Jey kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper within me as my eyes were rolling in the back of my head.

We had pulled away from the kiss catching each other's breath while he placed his forehead on mines his gaze never leaving mines, I bit the bottom of my lip showing him my sweet innocent face feeling all of the pleasurable pain that I was experiencing right now.

He kissed my lips some more, "how this feel mama?"

"Ouuu it feels so good daddy, fuckk,"

He had a grin on his face slamming his hips deeply inside of my wet cunt causing me to gasps softly at this effect now digging my nails inside of his back causing him to hiss.

All you could hear was skins slapping against each other that sounded out the whole room he kept circling his hips around my g-spot making me go insane, it felt like I was losing control of myself during this moment.

"Daddy beating his pussy up huh princess," the way he was speaking nasty in my ear just made me melt in the inside making me even more wetter for him. "Yes. Daddy, yess ouuu fuck,"

My hand went down towards my clit as I began rubbing it in circles seeing him watching me do it knowing that he loved that shit, he was kissing my feet and my thighs yearning for me.

Jey pummeled my gushy insides to the oblivion leaving my mouth in a "oh" shape causing me to rub my clit more faster to chase my orgasm.

He was whispering all kinds of vulgar and nasty shit in my ear while talking me through it trying to keep myself together. "Cum on this dick, I want you to cum, wanna see all of your milky cream coating my dick like vanilla ice cream baby," Jey cooed at me while his dick was kissing my cervix so well.

I felt myself clenching over and over on his dick while my available hand was holding onto his arm sticking my tongue out for him like a slut, "just a fucking slut only for me tho baby," he spit inside of my mouth while beginning to tongue me down again in the process as our tongues were fighting for dominance.

We pulled back for a moment seeing the salvia coming from our mouths before heading back into the kiss feeling him gripping my throat tightly as he fucked me good.

That's when I felt a knot forming in my stomach feeling an orgasm creeping up on me I knew he could feel it too thrusting his hips.

I pulled away from his lips seeing the rest of our salvia dripping out from his lips, "fuckk I'm finna cum daddy," I mewled out.

He placed a wet kiss on my neck, "lemme' nut all in this fucking pussy this pretty ass pussy you got mamas," he grunted feeling his dick twitching since he was edging on from earlier.

His thrust became sloppier and sloppier within each second while the air thicken between us feeling the sweat coming off our bodies.

"I-it's coming! Ouu fuck Joshuaaa,"

I let out a cried moan feeling juices flowing out of me causing my body to shake while he continued at it placing nothing but gentle kisses on my face to calm me down from my insane climax that I just experienced.

At this point I felt defeated letting him do whatever he wants to me now since my body was in full shock mode I could feel his dick twitching again inside of me never leaving eye contact with him.

I managed to pull him closer towards my body whispering sweetly things into his ear that drove him crazy, "cum for me big daddy, I want all of that nut inside of me, you fuck me so good with that big ass dick," I whisper softly.

"C'mon big daddy you got it," that's all he needed to hear from me hiding his face in my neck while curing underneath his breath in the process.

"Ohh, mama, I'm finna nut," He slammed into me one last time as his warm seeds started shooting ropes after ropes inside of my inner walls as his filled me up good mixing my juices with his nut.

He kept thrusting inside of me gently making sure none of his nut spilled out of me, we were both out of breath as he laid there on my chest with his dick buried inside of me still.

SMUT OVER

We lingered in that intimate moment for a few minutes until Jey gently withdrew, leaving me with a sense of emptiness that made me whimper. He looked down at me, showering my body with tender kisses, his smile radiating warmth and comfort.

"Put yo' ass to sleep with this one little girl," Jey said in a cocky manner.

I shot him an exasperated look while suggesting he get the bath water running. It would be perfect for us to enjoy a relaxing soak together before I grab those tickets for our honeymoon getaway.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Yasmine was in the kitchen preparing dinner after finalizing their honeymoon flights to Montego Bay, Jamaica. She sent a text to Trin, letting her know they would be leaving in the morning to catch their flight and would be dropping Ella off beforehand.

As she prepared dinner, a warm sensation enveloped her waist, prompting her to glance over her shoulder. There stood Jey, his tall 6'2 frame contrasting with her petite stature. He tenderly brushed her hair aside and planted soft kisses on her neck, eliciting a smile that lit up her face.

"What's on the menu tonight mama?" Jey asked while continuing to place kisses on her neck and shoulders.

"Tonight I will be making some Honey Glazed Salmon with some yellow rice along with asparagus with wine on the side to drink," she said feeling Jey pressed his stiff member against her which made her feel fuzzy on the inside.

He leaned in closer, resting his head against her shoulder as he watched her prepare dinner. A playful spark ignited within him, and he began to sway his hips gently, ensuring she felt the undeniable desire he had for her.

While preparing dinner, she attempted to swat him away, issuing a warning, but he paid her no mind. He was all too familiar with her, especially when she seemed preoccupied; he knew he could still get her attention.

He grabbed her by the throat with his available hand catching her by surprise placing his lips on hers causing her wrap her arms around his neck in the process.

He hoisted her up by the thighs with one hand, effortlessly setting her on the kitchen counter. His fingers glided over her backside, giving it a playful squeeze as he drew her closer, their bodies connecting intimately without the barrier of a shirt.

"Josh..c'mon now I gotta finish cooking dinner," she tried to push him away.

"That can wait I want you as my dinner for right now mama,"

"Joshuaaaa," Yasmine whined out of annoyance as he stopped what he was doing seeing her pouty face which made him chuckle making him step back. "My fault mama imma let you finish cooking but afterwards I'm coming for you and don't be running away either,"

A mischievous smile danced across her lips as she remembered the last time they engaged in such antics at her previous job, where she had dashed around like a carefree fool. It was clear to her that she was in for another round of delightful chaos.

After preparing dinner, Yasmine and Ella settled onto the couch, dimming the lights to create a cozy atmosphere. Yasmine selected a show to watch on TV, and they both began to enjoy their meals, with Ella happily digging into her own food as well.

Yasmine savored her wine, her eyes drifting toward Jey, who was completely absorbed in the show flickering on the large screen. It was hard for her to fathom that she was married to such an incredibly handsome man.

Yasmine set her glasses aside and resumed watching the show with Jey. Noticing that Ella wanted to join them on the couch, she gently lifted her up, making sure Ella settled in comfortably beside them.

"Girl you know how to throw it down for real, can you cook for me forever mama?" Jey said as she chuckled at him.

"You know I will be cooking food for you until the day I die pumpkin," Yasmine responded with a smile on her face.

✧˚° Yasmine was busy washing the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, when she sensed someone behind her. It was Jey, returning to complete the task he had begun before their dinner together. She had a clever plan brewing in her mind for this moment.

She pivoted to face him, her gaze tracing his towering 6'2 frame, while he looked down at her petite stature. Gently, he cupped her chin and pressed tender kisses against her lips, and in that intimate moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, fully embracing the connection they shared.

He took advantage of his free hand to gently grasp her waist, drawing her nearer to him as he showered her neck with soft, affectionate kisses that trailed down to her chest.

That's when she grabbed his dick rubbing her hand against it teasing him the process just to get him fired up that's when he pulled away for a second grabbing her by the throat giving her a warning look.

"Minks, don't play with me right now," Jey warned her as she looked at him with innocent eyes.

"Do what baby? I'm not doing anything to you just showing you some affection," She said softly placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Mhm, yo' ass ain't innocent little girl," she kept rubbing her hand against his dick hearing his breathing getting uneven tightening his hand around her throat.

Yasmine pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, then swiftly pulled away, striding off with purpose. He rested his hand on his hip, fully aware that she was teasing him, daring him to pursue her if he wanted to get what he desired.

As she playfully dashed around the house, her laughter echoed, and she could sense him closing in behind her. "Minks! I'm not chasing you with one fucking arm c'mere!" He shouted chasing after her.

She dashed into the living room, weaving behind the couches as they faced off, both panting heavily from the intensity of the moment.

"Having fun yet big daddy?" Yasmine teased hearing a dark chuckle coming from him.

"Oh, I'm having fun alright when I snatch yo' little ass up and take you in that damn bedroom quit playing with me minks," She laughed softly as she glanced at the stairs, and he mirrored her gaze, observing her every action like a lion stalking its prey, poised and ready to spring into action.

She took off, sprinting up the stairs with him hot on her heels, fully aware that he was indeed quicker. A playful laugh escaped her lips as she heard his footsteps echoing behind her. She dashed into the bedroom, hesitating to shut the door, relishing the thrill of the chase.

Jey entered the bedroom, captivated as he watched her slowly untie her red silky robe, letting it cascade to the floor and reveal her figure. He approached her, his hand gently encircling her throat, drawing her closer.

"You so fucking sexy it doesn't make any sense got me chasing after yo' ass minks," Jey whispered softly.

She ran her fingers along his inked skin, planting a soft kiss on his neck. "I wanted you to chase for what you want big daddy and now you have caught me," she said so sweetly causing a smirk to appear on his face.

"Me? Chasing you? you tryna make me work for it huh?" Yasmine nodded her head smiling innocently at him as he scooped her up with one hand slamming her onto the bed.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his large, thick dick jutting out and smacking him in the stomach as she assisted him in taking off his sweatpants and blue PSD boxers.

As she began to caress him, feeling his pre-cum on her fingers and watching him toss his head back to give her what she wanted, his eyes were filled with desire and want.

When he saw her chewing the bottom of her lips, he moistened the back of his own lips and then tucked them in while staring into her innocent ones.

He used his available hand and caressed her face along with her chin pulling her in a kiss, "so fucking pretty you gon' let big daddy take care of you pretty baby?" Jey said as Yasmine nodded her head.

"Yo' ass better not run from me either tryna make me work for it tuh you funny baby girl,"

He aligned himself inside of her entrance and began thrusting deeply inside of her causing her to throw her head back in the sheets.

"O-oh fuckk," Yasmine moaned seeing a smirk appearing on his face.

"That's right baby no running from me, lemme' take care of you,"

They spent the remainder of the night wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a whirlwind of passion, eagerly anticipating the moments they would share during their honeymoon.

Something Bout' Us

A/n: THE MFN IT BOY OF THE WWE COMPANY HE FUCKING DID IT AND I AM SO PROUD OF HIM YEETMANIA ALL THE WAY IN 2025 US USO FANS ARE SOOO UP.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter will be finishing this book soon so that I could focus on my other books and things on tumblr.

STAY UCEY

[faiexys]

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Writing out some fics for challenges (shoutout to: @witchywithwhiskey @stargazingfangirl18 @the-slumberparty ) that I’m super excited to write for and share!

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Kiss of Life

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Xikers (New)

BTS (New)

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