#I’m just so charmed by their relationship

[iamgonnagetyouback]

I’ve read every single one of your works, and I am absolutely obsessed! The way you write and capture emotions is beyond amazing—it’s pure magic. I really hope this isn’t too much to ask 😭, but I just adore your writing so much. If you’re not comfortable with this request, though, please don’t hesitate to ignore it. Thank you so much!

Could I request a James Potter x Reader story? The plot starts with James pursuing Lily Evans, but along the way, he realizes his feelings for her were more about the excitement of the chase. In contrast, with the reader, he feels truly at ease, able to be himself without pretending or changing for anyone. I’d love for Lily’s perspective to be included—how she starts to desire James after noticing how much he’s 'matured' in his relationship with the reader, but she can only stand by and watch as James and the reader create their beautiful love story.

chase ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ james potter x reader where he realizes who he truly loves

warnings: fluff overload, mild angst

word count: 1,836 words

author's note: omg stopppp you’re making me blush ‹𝟹 this is the sweetest thing ever, and i’m so honored you enjoy my writing!! ♡

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James Potter had been chasing Lily Evans for years. Everyone at Hogwarts knew it—how he’d flash his most charming smile, throw an arm around her shoulder with a wink, and dramatically proclaim his undying love. It was all in good fun, of course. At least, that’s what he always told himself.

Lily, ever stubborn, had always rebuffed him. At first, she detested his arrogance. Later, she simply rolled her eyes and dismissed his advances, treating him as little more than a particularly persistent house elf. James didn't mind. The chase was half the fun, after all.

"She'll come around, you'll see," James would say after every rejection, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"Mate, she's been saying no for three years," Sirius pointed out, sprawled lazily on the Gryffindor common room couch. "At what point do you consider the possibility that she's actually not interested?"

James gasped, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. "Not interested? Padfoot, please. That’s just what she wants me to think."

Remus sighed from behind his book. "Or perhaps she genuinely means it. You ever consider not making a public spectacle every time you ask her out?"

Peter snickered. "Yeah, Prongs, maybe if you stop serenading her in the Great Hall, she'll stop running the other way."

"That was one time!" James protested. "And I thought she’d appreciate the gesture."

You, sitting cross-legged by the fire, smirked. "James, darling, even I was embarrassed for you, and I usually live for the drama."

Sirius grinned. "See? When even our dear, theatrical doll here cringes, you know you’ve gone too far."

James huffed, crossing his arms. "You lot are supposed to support me."

Remus finally set his book down, giving him a small smile. "We do support you. We just also support your dignity."

James groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Alright, fine. Maybe I’ll try… a different approach."

The boys exchanged glances, and you patted his knee sympathetically. "That’s the spirit, Prongs. Maybe next time, just… don’t propose in front of McGonagall again."

James groaned even louder as the Marauders burst into laughter.

But somewhere along the way, the chase had stopped being fun.

It had started with you.

You, the one he never really had to chase. You, who laughed at his antics but also scolded him when he was being too reckless. You, who had a quick wit but also a kindness about you that softened his rougher edges. You, who never needed him to be anything but himself.

It hadn’t happened all at once. There was no lightning strike, no grand revelation. Just little moments that wove themselves into something undeniable.

The way you tucked a stray curl behind your ear when you were reading, tongue poking out slightly in concentration. James had watched you do it a hundred times before realizing how endearing he found it. The way you argued with Sirius about the best way to sneak into Hogsmeade, eyes alight with mischief as you held your ground against the self-proclaimed master of rule-breaking. The way you always had a spare quill when he inevitably lost his, rolling your eyes fondly as you handed it over with a teasing, "Honestly, James, do you even own quills?"

There was the way you leaned against his shoulder after a long cold day, sighing. "James Potter, you are a human furnace. Please continue existing exactly as you are."

There was the way he found himself seeking you out first—before Remus, before Sirius, before Peter, before anyone else—whenever he had good news to share. The way his jokes felt funnier when you laughed at them. The way his name sounded different coming from your lips, softer somehow, like it belonged there.

One night, after an exhausting Quidditch practice, you had met him outside the changing rooms with a chocolate frog in hand. "For your heroic efforts," you’d said with a mock bow, pressing it into his palm. He had laughed, shoving it into his pocket, but the warmth in his chest lingered long after.

James Potter had always thought he wanted a grand, all-consuming love. He had spent years chasing something he thought would make him whole. But standing beside you, teasing and laughing and existing so effortlessly together, he realized something else.

Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be a chase.

Maybe it was supposed to feel like home.

Lily noticed the shift before James did. It crept up on her, subtle but undeniable, like the slow changing of seasons. He still ruffled his hair like a prat, still laughed too loudly with his friends, still turned every moment into a grand performance. But there was something quieter about him now, something settled in the way he carried himself. The endless pursuit that had once defined James Potter—the grand gestures, the dramatic declarations, the unrelenting chase—had stopped. And he hadn’t even noticed.

At first, she felt relief. She had spent years pushing him away, certain that his attention was something fleeting, something she didn’t want. And now, finally, he had listened.

Then she felt something else.

She caught herself watching him more often. Noticing the little things. The way his grin softened when he looked at you. The way his hand found your wrist when he pulled you toward him in the common room, like it was second nature. The way he listened when you spoke—really listened, with an intensity that made it clear you had his full attention. She had never seen that look on his face before. Not when he looked at her.

And suddenly, she found herself wondering. Had she been wrong about James Potter?

Had she spent all these years dismissing him without ever really knowing him? Had she mistaken boyish bravado for immaturity, mistaking the show for the substance beneath it?

But it didn’t matter.

Because James wasn’t looking at her anymore.

The realization hadn’t struck James like lightning, not at first. He hadn’t woken up one day and thought, Oh, I love her. No, it was something slower, quieter—woven into the fabric of every moment he spent with you.

It was the way you sat beside him in the common room, curled up with a book, the firelight casting flickering shadows across your face. The way you absently played with the hem of his sleeve when you were lost in thought. The way you saw him—not James Potter, Quidditch Captain, mischief-maker, the boy who never stopped chasing—but James. Just James.

And for the first time, he found that was all he wanted to be.

He didn’t need to impress you. He didn’t need to chase you. He could just exist with you, and it was enough.

There was a night—one that stuck with him, long after it had passed—when he had finally put words to the feeling.

You had found him on the Astronomy Tower, shoulders hunched against the cold, lost in thoughts he hadn’t even realized were weighing him down. You didn’t ask what was wrong. You just sat beside him, close enough that your knees touched, close enough that he could feel your warmth.

“You ever think about who you are without all the noise?” he murmured after a long silence.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

James hesitated. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve spent so much time being—being James Potter, you know? The one who’s always got a joke, the one who’s always chasing something. But with you…” He trailed off, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I don’t have to be anything but me.”

You blinked, taken aback, before a small smile curved your lips. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

James let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Yeah, it is.”

You nudged his shoulder gently. “For what it’s worth, I like just you.”

And that was it.

Not a grand confession. Not a dramatic moment. Just quiet understanding.

Just home.

Lily saw it all unfold. Saw James fall in love without the fanfare, without the spectacle. And for the first time, she saw him—not the boy who had chased her, but the boy who had finally stopped running.

And it wasn’t for her.

It was too late.

Then came the grand gesture.

James Potter did nothing in half measures, and asking you on a date was no exception. If anything, he seemed almost nostalgic about the whole ordeal—like he had spent so many years planning elaborate schemes for Lily that now, finally asking the right person, he wanted to do it justice.

So, naturally, it started with fireworks.

Not just any fireworks, but ones that spelled out your name across the sky in brilliant, shimmering letters, crackling above the Quidditch Pitch where half the school had gathered after dinner. Then came the enchanted banners floating midair, reading: 'WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?' in flashing gold and red, trailing behind a very enthusiastic Sirius, who had volunteered to fly them around on his broom. A charmed choir of singing toads croaked a love song (Remus’ contribution, because, according to him, ‘there needed to be some class in this spectacle’), and Peter had somehow gotten his hands on a bouquet of flowers that smelled like sunshine.

James himself stood in the center of it all, hand on his heart, eyes locked on yours, waiting.

The crowd turned to you, hushed in anticipation. Lily, standing off to the side, watched with wide eyes, an unreadable expression on her face. There was a time when she would have scoffed at something like this, dismissed it with a roll of her eyes.

But you—

You were grinning.

Dramatically clutching your chest, you gasped, staggering back like a swooning damsel in distress. "Oh, James Potter! Whatever shall I say? This is all so sudden!"

James, without missing a beat, fell to one knee. "Say yes, my darling star! For I have loved you since the dawn of time—or, well, since fourth year at least, and that’s practically the same thing!"

You pretended to think, tapping your chin. "Hmm. I don’t know, Potter. It’s an awfully big commitment."

James shot to his feet, grabbing your hands, eyes wide with mock desperation. "I shall spend every day proving myself worthy of your love! I shall carry your books! Share my sweets! Defend your honor against Slytherins and bad hair days alike!"

You sighed deeply, then beamed. "Well, in that case… Yes! A thousand times yes!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, Sirius fist-pumped midair, and Remus groaned into his hands. James, triumphant, swept you up in a spin, laughing so hard his glasses nearly fell off.

Lily watched it all unfold, and for the first time, she felt the weight of what she had lost. Not because she wanted James, not really. But because once upon a time, it had been her he was chasing.

But James Potter had finally stopped chasing.

Because he had already caught what he was looking for.

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[lazysoulwriter]

Yes, it's her. - Lewis Hamilton.

Summary: Y/N and Lewis Hamilton have always been spotted together, hand in hand, leaving people to speculate about their relationship. While they found the rumors amusing, Lewis wanted to make it official. It was just a simple request to date—no big deal—so why was he so nervous? With his usual charm and a lot of cheesy jokes, he takes a leap, hoping she’ll say yes.

The evening had started like any other. The two of you had ordered takeout and were sprawled on the couch, lazily scrolling through Netflix to find something neither of you would actually pay attention to.

“Rom-com?” Lewis asked, scrolling past 10 Things I Hate About You.

“Too predictable.”

“Action?” He paused on a Marvel movie.

“Too loud.”

“Horror?”

You shot him a look, and he smirked. “Too scary for you, babe?”

“I’m not scared. I just don’t feel like spending the night listening to you scream.”

He laughed, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “Fine. No movie. Let’s just sit here and bask in each other’s presence.”

“Oh, how romantic,” you teased, pulling your legs up onto the couch.

Lewis shifted beside you, his knee bouncing ever so slightly. You noticed but said nothing. It wasn’t unusual for him to fidget—he was always full of energy—but tonight felt different.

“You okay?” you finally asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, of course,” he said quickly, his voice just a tad too high-pitched to be convincing.

“Lewis…”

He turned to you with a grin that was a little too wide. “What? Can’t a man enjoy some quality time with his favorite person?”

“Are you sure you’re not hiding something? You’re acting weird.”

“Me? Weird? Never.” He reached for his wine glass, taking a sip that lasted just a little too long.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you nervous about something? Did you crash another car?”

He nearly choked on his wine. “What? No! Why would you even say that?”

“Because the last time you acted like this, you accidentally ran over my potted plant with your electric scooter.”

He groaned, covering his face. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

He chuckled, but the nervous energy didn’t leave him. Instead, he leaned back, pulling you closer until your head was resting on his chest. His fingers played with the ends of your hair, and you could feel his heart beating faster than usual.

“You know,” he started, his tone lighter now, “the paparazzi think we’re already dating.”

You smiled, recalling the many headlines you’d seen: ‘Lewis Hamilton and Mystery Woman: Romance or Friendship?’ or ‘Spotted Again: Are They or Aren’t They?’

“They’re pretty creative,” you said. “Remember the one where they said we were secretly engaged?”

“Oh, and the one about us having a secret baby?”

You both burst out laughing, the tension in his body easing slightly.

“I mean, it’s kind of funny,” he said. “They’re all desperate to figure it out.”

“Well, let them keep guessing. It’s more fun this way.”

“Yeah… but what if we didn’t make them guess anymore?”

You froze for a moment, lifting your head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat, suddenly looking everywhere except at you. “I mean… what if we, you know, made it official?”

You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “Lewis, are you asking me out right now?”

His cheeks flushed, and he laughed nervously. “Okay, this is not going how I planned.”

“You had a plan?”

“Kind of. But then I got nervous, and now I’m rambling, and I don’t know why because this should be easy, right? It’s just… I like you. Like, really like you. And I know we’ve never called it anything, but I want to. I want to call you mine, officially. So… will you?”

For a moment, you just blinked at him, trying to process his words. Then, a grin spread across your face. “You’re such a dork.”

“Is that a yes?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “Of course, it’s a yes.”

The relief on his face was palpable, and he let out a dramatic sigh. “Thank God. I was about to start sweating.”

“You were already sweating,” you teased.

“Okay, rude.” He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But you said yes, so I’ll let it slide.”

Later that night, after the excitement had settled and you were both curled up on the couch again, Lewis grabbed his phone.

“What are you doing?” you asked, peeking over his shoulder.

“Posting something,” he said, his tone casual.

You groaned. “Lewis…”

“Relax, it’s nothing big.”

He showed you the screen. It was a photo he’d taken of you earlier that evening, laughing mid-bite of your dinner, entirely candid. The caption read: “Yes. It’s her.”

You covered your face with a pillow. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he said, grinning as he hit post.

You couldn’t argue with that.

[hanasnx]

“ PROMISE, BABY, I’LL TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN IF YOU WANT IT ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: writing a scene that was in my dream last night. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ dry humping ノ how clark gets you to forgive him ノ hair pulling (m receiving) ノ dry fuck mention ノ exhibitionism/voyeurism: caught during.

getting annoyed with CLARK KENT for not spending enough time with you so you act out. it takes him a second to realize you’re mad at him so he hears you out, and then gets cheeky. puts on that kent charm, wears that famous smile, impishly draws you in into his arms. he embraces you, tucks your head under his chin. you’re so desperate for his attention you’re entranced for a moment, melting into him. you close your eyes, you feel his muscle underneath his clothes, you feel small next to his big body, he smells so good—and then you get wise. “hey.” you exclaim indignantly, pushing off him. he wears an expression that looks like he knows what he was doing manipulating you. “you can’t just act like we’re back to normal.”

“i know, i know, i’m sorry.” he replies in a drilling tone of voice. he doesn’t mean it. yet he’s pulling you in again, snaking those arms around your waist while you arch away from him. he stoops, stretching a grin onto his face as he’s now eye-level with you.

“you’re not sorry at all.” your gaze narrows as you accuse him, backing up and taking him with you. both of your feet shuffle together hazardously. he trips you, and you fall backwards onto his bed, he lands on top of you, pinning you with his weight. seizing the opportunity, his mouth latches onto your neck, toying with you while he’s sucking on your pulse point. you can’t stay mad at him and giggle at the same time, getting ticklish and trying to fend off your boyfriend while he’s overpowering you.

his hands get frisky, his hips starts to grind, his sharp canines scrape against your neck while the fight in you is dwindling. “clark—!” you keen in a scold, but it sounds more like a breathy moan, and the heel of your hand bangs against his broad shoulder. his wet lips slide along the column of your neck as he mouths it, and you claw into his sweater, lashes fluttering as pleasant tingles send a shiver down your spine. before you know it, you’ve begun to pull him closer, a hard outline becoming decipherable in his pants, rutting against the inside of your thigh. that wide body of his curls around you, blanketing you as you spread your legs so his hips can slot in more comfortably. both of his large hands slide between the mattress and you, cupping your ass to draw you into him.

that hard rod finds its place in the shallow divot of your slit, and he rubs his shaft against you with every surge. the head of him bumps your clit, and when he can gracefully grind up, the underside of his cock slides against your little bud in one steady motion. the sounds that spill out of you change, evolving into a longing plea as he asks for forgiveness through his body. a wet spot blooms in the crotch of your panties, yearning for a relief that’s not confined by his jeans. his fingers dig in, kneading the globes of your backside in his excitement. he’s set a slow and deliberate pace, but you can feel the need within him pulsing through his every movement. his cock twitches, and you’re so close you can tell it knows where it wants to go, seeking you out like the nose of a bloodhound.

his tip catches on the give of your hole, interrupting the streamlined grind, making his hips jerk back so as to protect himself. he whimpers into your neck, a pitiful little sound that conveys just how much he wanted to plow through fabric and dry fuck you. if he’d just pushed a little harder, he could’ve been that much closer to feeling your silken walls. your hand flies to the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling in the raven locks to squeeze. you can feel his grin stretch against your skin, his pearly white teeth and his moistened lips and his handsome dimples. just imagining his smile makes you weak in the knees, falling limp under him.

“you like me again?” he questions, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder.

“oh, go to hell.” you shoot back, but it lacks conviction, breathy from his ministrations. for just one single second, you feel proud. here’s this hot, big, romantic oaf of a farm boy, obsessed with making you feel good, with a smile that could kill, who saves people… and he’s on top of you. you’ve known plenty of girls that would maim for this kind of opportunity, for clark kent superman or not to be at their beck and call. yet he’s here for you, wantonly pleading for you to just let him in. you have something no one else does.

“oh, my god! i’m so sorry—uh, i’ll come back later—“ the humiliated voice of chloe snaps you out of your stupor, both you and clark fixing yourselves up to see the blonde head of hair retreat out of his doorway, humiliated. it was no question what you two were doing, bodies tangled together like this, and you and him exchange a brief eye conversation after you realize what your friend just caught you doing.

[venuslarkspur]

Could we get one explanation on how batsis charmed her Flings and how long they lasted or is she like Bruce. Like she can look at them and they fold

Okay I love this question and I’m here to explain 🫶

How Batsis charms her flings and how long her situationship lasted with some of them 💗

Warning: Paparazzi are low-key kind of crazy in this, mild nsfw, panic attacks, some insecurity for some characters, mentions of addiction.

Characters (paired with Batsis): Wally West, Roy Harper, Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine, Diana Prince, Hal Jordan, John Stewart.

Note: MY EXAMS ARE OVER I CAN FINALLY POST AGAIN <3 NOT PROOF READ

The Batsis Charm

- Okay so I always pictured Batsis as taking after Bruce, she turns on the Wayne family charm and deadly assassins fold. She adds some flirting and keeps up appearance, she isn’t afraid to dress alternatively either her style is ever changing.

- When Bruce first introduced her to the Justice League she was fresh out of university (pretty and clever!), she immediately enchants most of them in more ways than one.

Wally West

- These two together are a bit different, I think they both dated when they very young; teenagers. Very much puppy love.

- very healthy relationship despite how random it was, you only met through Dick. He had trouble accepting you both but did accept it.

- Very typical teenage dates like: the movies, the park, bowling etc.

- Batsis had faceless pics of them posted all over her socials.

- More Batsis coming round his for dinner then him coming to her.

- The relationship neves goes past kissing, had lots good times together though.

- The only way I see this ending is Wally struggles to be in the public eye so much with his gf, he wonders how Batsis has handled it.

- Everyone and their grandma know about this breakup when it happened, but overall ended on a good note.

Roy Harper

- These two are “she fell first but he fell harder” coded, they meet when they are both teenagers. Roy is a tiny bit older (1-2 years), starts off as unrequited love but also not really?! Batsis always loved him, these two faced the most challenges out of any of her relationships. 

- These two get more romantic as they get older (roy realising he’s got something good with this girl), Roy gets plenty threats from Jason on the daily.

- When it comes to Lian, Batsis went from dad’s friend to babysitter to stepmom to just mom. Roy remembers when Lian was very young and you just left after babysitting and he just tucked her in; he’s ready to leave for bed before Lian asks “is mommy coming again tomorrow?” His heart breaks when he realises she sees you as her mom.

- right people wrong time coded.

- Talks of giving Lian a sibling one day 💕🫶

Zatanna Zatara

- these two are the besties and or gfs forever!!

- Batsis attends all her magic shows, sometimes even becomes her assistant.

- Lots of pda, you smother her and she smothers you a lot as well.

- The media know all about you two, it’s a challenge to get away from them for a day.

- Slightly jealous type but won’t admit it, especially if one of your exes message you while you’re having one of your dates with her.

- Everyone at the JL knows they are together, whether they knew batsis liked girls or not they are surprised when you guys go public.

- Lots of Halloween couple costumes together, like magician + bunny, matching witch costumes, princess + genie, etc..

- Watch each other do your makeup, sometimes she does yours and you do hers. You brush her hair after all her magic shows.

- I love these two <3

John Constantine

- These two met by mistake, it started off as a random hookup; John didn’t even know you were the Batman’s daughter.

- When it gets revealed he makes so many comments, like “don’t want me to be your future son in law Batsy?” Shit like that.

- If you do start dating everyone would be shocked, let’s be honest these two were the most random couple ever.

- He just enjoys his time with you because he knows the day will come when you two break up so he’s just making the most of it.

- Rlly insecure no matter how serious you two get, you could be moved in together with a pet and he’d still ask “so you like me?”

- you cook him breakfast tbh, sometimes he cooks for you but you prefer to do it.

- These two are freaky asf. No more words necessary.

- You try and compare hand sizes and take pictures of you together.

- Not my favourite pairing but I still love them.

Diana Prince

- You’ve always admired her since Bruce first introduced you.

- She was the most radiant woman you’d ever seen, you fell HARD.

- Definitely Batsis’s bi/pan awakening, you’ve been chasing after her since your first day at the JL headquarters, everyone knows it.

- You’ve been on a few dates and you two regularly flirt.

- Lots of jokes (or not) about her whisking you away to Themyscira and staying there <3

- Media loves you both as well, despite the debate on whether or not you’re dating.

- The definition of “what are we?” You wonder if she’s just playing with you sometimes.

- You still respond to all her calls even if you’re on a date with someone else, she was literally all you ever wanted in your early days.

- The batfam approves of you two together 🫶

Hal Jordan

- Oh boy..these two are one of my faves.

- This relationship starts off sort of toxic?? You only hooked up with him the first time because you were mad at Bruce, AND YOUR FATHER WAS MAD.

- After he does his slut walk out of Wayne manor (in front of your brothers, sister, dad, and grandfather figure mind you) he asks when you two can meet again.

- You don’t keep things professional at headquarters so why should he? So there’s plenty of instances where his eyes wander too long over you, or when you undress him with your eyes at a meeting.

- Bruce doesn’t like it one bit, it’s actually a pregnancy scare that brings you and him together. Even though you found out your period was just late you could still be was slightly disappointed in you not being pregnant. You notice this and don’t bring it up, just invite him out for dinner sometime.

- Batsis the type of woman to pay the bill after he insists “he’s got this.”, yeah he left his wallet at home.

- If you’re moody at headquarters, he would definitely ask you if you’ve “had your period yet?” And he’s met with a firm slap on the head, from you and Dinah.

- These two are such sillies, Bruce isn’t happy, your brothers aren’t happy, but you’re happy. So who even really cares?

John Stewart

- This is the ex bf Batsis still cries over, I don’t wanna spoil anything for my newest fic but these two nearly got married definitely. And Batsis left him at the altar.

- You two end because he decided he can’t be with someone who doesn’t know what they want. Yeah he is the one who made you realise you need to take some to reflect. You just wanted him.

- Hal Jordan literally cried when he found out you two were now a thing.

- Nobody made you feel loved, if you had a spending addiction, HE got you through it.

- Bruce trusts him, his “no dating my colleagues” rule, doesn’t apply to this man because he’s witnessed how much happier you were.

- The only mildly concerning thing was the fact you could NOT shut up about him, it’s always “John” this and “John!” That, your family are genuinely sick of hearing about your amazing love life.

- Keeps you out the media’s eye if you’re not feeling up to any paparazzi that day. He just holds your hand and keeps you next to him.

- If you ever have a panic attack because of any of the paparazzi, he will take you into a secluded spot and just place kisses on top of your head and keep you firmly pressed against him, whilst reminding you “you’re safe.”

- You had no idea what you lost. And that’s why you still cry over him.

[se-mis-wife-380]

hello!! :D im not very familiar with requesting so im sorry if i say/do something wrong 😭 but would you mind maybe writing a fem!reader x se-mi fanfic thats just like, extremely full of fluff!! like just very cheesy lovey dovey relationship stuff bc im missing her so bad😭💗 no pressure/no rush :D

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Summary: Se-mi reminds you how much she cares.

Warnings: Girlfriend!Se-mi x reader, pure fluff, slight mention of death, did I mention? FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

a/n: Thank you so much for the request love! First one! Eeeeek! I'm sorry it's not super long, I've been really stressed with school but I wanted to get this one out there :)

The hum of whispers filled the room as Se-mi climbed onto my bunk. Her piercings glistened in the dimmed lighting of the area, catching my attention.

“What’re you staring at, babe?” She questions, her umber orbs gazing into my eyes as I shyly glance up.

“I- uh- it- nothing-“ I stumble

“Nothing, huh,” she chuckled lowly “Didn’t know that’s what you thought of me.” 

“No, not nothing,” I laugh nervously “I mean, you're not nothing, you are amazing, I-

“It’s okay, love. I was just teasing you.”

“ Right,” I nod, avoiding eye contact until she gently grabs my chin and moves my face to look at her. God, those eyes. I could get lost in them for even just a second and never be able to find my way out. A soft blush engulfs my cheeks as she smirks.

“You’re adorable when you blush, you know that?” she always knows how to charm me. I’m engulfed in a hug before I know it. Se-mi lays me down with her as we’re still in the embrace. This was nice, you know if you didn’t think about the deadly games that would continue the next morning. People were getting killed left and right here, but Se-mi was always right next to me, protecting me, and she will be as long as I have a say in it.

“I love you most, my Jagi” she whispers to me. I knew she didn’t love to show affection to people, but I was her one exception. And I’ll always appreciate that.

“I love you too.”

[fangdokja]

🔞“He says he’d do anything for you. But would you believe him?”

❤︎ Synopsis. Beneath his playful smile lies a predator in waiting—muscles honed for control, a filthy mind veiled by charm, and a dark obsession that festers with every glance you give him. You think he’s harmless, but when his restraint finally snaps, you’ll learn just how wrong you’ve been.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Best Friend x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Unspoken Desires - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 5,580

♡ TW. dom + top + older + sadistic yandere, general non-con + manipulation, fear play, isolation, monitoring, non-con kissing and/or touching, forced relationship, BDSM, depression and mental illnesses, implied suicidal tendencies, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masturbation, hinted needle play, degradation, name calling, implied drugging

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr content guidelines involving mental illnesses, self-harm, and suicide, some plot details of the original story were purposefully made ambiguous to fit the platform.

♡ A/N. Actually I was trying to write wholesome, then it went to my usual writing style oop. Though, I wouldn't really say this is explicit. Seems lax for me, but that also has its own appeal.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who grew up with you in a tiny village nestled deep in the heart of a high fantasy world, where magic thrummed beneath the earth like a heartbeat and gods were whispered about in the rustling of leaves. A world where war and peace ebbed and flowed like the tides, and your childhood playgrounds were forests that spoke in riddles and rivers that glowed faintly under moonlight.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who first met you when you saved his life—or maybe he saved yours. You can’t even remember anymore. But you were just kids back then, barely old enough to wield a knife, much less survive a wolf attack in the woods. He’d laughed with bloodied teeth and sparkling eyes, like almost dying was the best day of his life.

"You’re an idiot," you’d muttered as you yanked him out of the beast’s jaws, dragging him behind a tree.

"Yeah, but you saved me," he grinned through bloodied teeth, his grin wide enough to split his face.

"Only so I don’t have to explain to everyone else why I let you die."

"Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was always a little too much—too fast, too loud, too bright. The kind of kid whose presence filled every corner of a room, whose schemes were impossible to ignore, and whose laugh could somehow make you feel both exhausted and alive.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was the sun, burning at a temperature that should’ve incinerated him, and you? You were the moon, distant and cold, orbiting him only because you didn’t mind the warmth.

"You’re like a puppy," you said once, watching him pace excitedly as he rattled off yet another harebrained scheme.

"Like a what?" He froze mid-step, his eyes wide with mock offense.

"A puppy. Annoying, loud, and too full of energy."

"I am not annoying!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms out dramatically. "I’m charming."

"Sure you are."

"And loud? That’s just passion!"

"Passion’s another word for obnoxious, you know."

He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d stabbed him. "Take it back!"

"No."

"You’re heartless!"

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was your partner in everything. You weren’t just two kids in a village—you were an unstoppable duo, a myth in the making. Climbing mountains to see if you could touch the clouds, sneaking into the elder’s home to steal forbidden scrolls, setting traps for monsters that only existed in bedtime stories.

"You’re going to get us caught," you whispered as he crouched beside the elder’s door, fiddling with the lock.

"Not if you keep watch," he replied, grinning like this was the most fun he’d ever had.

"Keep watch? I’m not an accomplice to your idiocy."

"Too late. You’re already here."

"By force."

"Uh-huh. And yet you’re still standing here, helping me."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "I hate you sometimes."

"Only sometimes? I must be doing something right!"

Everyone else thought he was insane, but you always followed. Not because you believed in his harebrained schemes, but because his chaos made you feel alive in a way you didn’t understand.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was terrifyingly smart in ways that shouldn’t have been possible. He didn’t just think outside the box; he dismantled it, set it on fire, and then asked why it existed in the first place. He could weave together plans and schemes that made grown adults stammer in awe—or fear.

"You’re going to blow us up one day," you deadpanned as he rigged a trap out of nothing but twigs and string.

"Not ‘blow up,’" he corrected, his hands moving deftly. "Just… scare off the bad guys."

"Bad guys? You mean the squirrels?"

"They’re shifty little things."

"You’re insane."

"And yet, you’re still standing here."

"To see how you plan to die this time."

But he was also the same boy who fell into rivers because he forgot they were slippery, or who got stuck in a tree because he didn’t think about how he’d climb back down.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, even as a child, hated the idea of losing you. He didn’t show it in ways you’d notice—he wasn’t clingy or possessive yet—but he’d always insist on being there.

"You don’t have to follow me everywhere," you grumbled one day, watching him trail behind you.

"Yeah, but what if something happens to you?" he said, grinning like it was a joke.

"Like what? Tripping on a rock?"

"You joke, but rocks are deadly."

"You’re impossible."

"And you’re stuck with me."

Wherever you went, whatever you did, he was there. Even when he got mad at you, even when you got mad at him, the idea of being apart was something neither of you could bear.

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♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, as you both grew older, turned your childhood games into full-fledged adventures.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who always made sure you had his back, just as he had yours. It didn’t matter if you were facing bandits, cursed creatures, or labyrinths that seemed impossible to escape—he would always find a way to pull you through.

And you’d do the same for him, even when he tried to stop you. Especially when he tried to stop you.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who hated how you always put yourself in danger for him.

Whether it was throwing yourself in front of an attack, volunteering to distract enemies so he could escape, or using the last of your strength to save him, it drove him absolutely insane.

He’d smile through gritted teeth, trying to play it off as his usual carefree self, but you could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands clenched into fists.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started to argue with you more and more because of it.

At first, it was just teasing jabs—“You know, one day you’re going to get yourself killed pulling stunts like that.”

But when you kept doing it, his tone grew sharper, his words harsher. “Do you even care about your own life? Do you think I’d just let you throw yourself away like that?!”

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, despite his frustration, couldn’t stop you.

No matter how many times he argued, begged, or outright yelled at you to stop risking yourself, you always brushed him off with that infuriatingly calm logic of yours.

“If I didn’t, you’d be dead. So what’s the problem?” And every time you said it, he felt like his chest was going to explode—partly from anger, but mostly from fear.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who would never admit it, but the thought of losing you terrified him more than anything else in the world.

He’d rather lose a limb, his powers, even his own mind, if it meant keeping you safe.

And the fact that you didn’t seem to value your life as much as he did made something dark and desperate coil in his chest.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, during one of your worst arguments, snapped. His usual charm and humor vanished, replaced by raw, unfiltered rage.

“Do you think I need your sacrifices? That I’m some helpless idiot who can’t survive without you throwing yourself in harm’s way? I’m not weak, and I don’t want to watch you die for me, do you understand that?!”

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who stormed off after that, leaving you both in silence for hours, maybe even days.

But when he came back, he wasn’t angry anymore.

His voice was calm, his smile soft, but there was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you in case you disappeared.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started to take more control over your adventures after that. He’d laugh and joke like normal, but he always seemed to steer you away from the most dangerous paths, even if it meant taking longer to reach your destination.

And if you ever tried to put yourself in harm’s way again, he’d find a way to stop you—whether it was with words, tricks, or, in the most extreme cases, outright forcing you to stay behind.

———

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who never thought he liked you as anything more than a best friend. You were his partner-in-crime, his constant, the only person who truly understood him. He couldn’t imagine his life without you, but that didn’t mean he liked you like that.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who felt something strange the first time you smiled at someone else like you smiled at him.

It was during one of your adventures—a random stranger you helped along the way. They cracked a joke, and for the first time, you laughed. Not your usual quiet, wry chuckle, but something brighter, something real. He grinned along with you, but inside, something cold and heavy settled in his chest.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t understand why it bothered him so much when others got too close to you.

You’d always been his.

Not in a romantic way—just in the way best friends were.

You were his partner, his moon, the person he trusted more than anyone.

But when someone else tried to share your attention, that bad feeling in his chest twisted into something darker.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started noticing it more and more.

The way you’d listen to someone else’s plans without questioning them, even though you always teased his. The way you didn’t hesitate to step between someone else and danger, even though you knew it would make him furious. The way your expression softened when you thought no one was watching, as if you never looked at him like that.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who told himself it was nothing, just a weird phase.

Maybe he was overthinking it.

He had no reason to be upset.

You were his best friend—you weren’t going anywhere. But the more he thought about it, the more that thought didn’t feel like enough.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started acting without realizing it. His smiles grew sharper when others talked to you, his words more cutting, his presence heavier. He’d laugh it off when you called him out, waving his hand like it was all a joke, but deep down, he knew it wasn’t.

He just couldn’t figure out why.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, during one of your adventures, snapped at you for the first time in a way that wasn’t about your safety.

It was something small—someone you met on the road had complimented you, and you’d actually smiled back.

He didn’t know what came over him, but before he could stop himself, he was already muttering, “You’re just going to smile at anyone now, huh? What’s next, inviting them to join us?”

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who immediately regretted it when you frowned and looked away. You didn’t argue back, didn’t tease him like usual. You just stayed quiet, which somehow felt worse than anything you could’ve said.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started avoiding the subject entirely after that. He went back to his usual carefree self—laughing, joking, pulling you into more wild adventures.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t know why he felt this way until one night, while camping under the stars, he caught himself staring at you. The way the firelight flickered across your face, the way your usually emotionless eyes softened when you stared into the flames, the way you always sat close enough for him to feel your warmth but never closer.

Something in his chest ached, and for the first time, he realized why.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to ruin what you had, didn’t want to think about what it might mean.

But he couldn’t stop himself from wondering. Wondering if anyone else could make you smile the way he did.

Wondering if anyone else could be your constant.

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♡ Yandere! Best Friend who isn’t stupid—he knows you don’t see him the way he sees you.

He can tell by the way you laugh around him, carefree and unguarded, like you’re sharing a joke with an older brother. By the way you roll your eyes at his antics, always more amused than annoyed.

By the way you lean on him, not like someone who’s in love, but like someone who trusts him to always be there, no matter what.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who knows he’s just your best friend, the person who drags you on adventures and watches your back.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But that doesn’t stop the knot in his chest from tightening every time you treat him like something so casual.

Like he’s just another part of your world, instead of your entire world, the way you are to him.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who wonders sometimes if he’s being selfish, wanting more than what you’re already giving him. You let him into your life, trusted him in a way you trusted no one else. But it wasn’t enough.

It was never enough.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who pretends it doesn’t bother him, flashing his usual grin and cracking jokes whenever you call him out for being clingy.

“Can you blame me? You’re my favorite person in the world! No one else even comes close.” But underneath the laughter, his mind is racing, twisting, plotting.

Because if you couldn’t love him the way he loved you, then he’d just have to make sure no one else could either.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who starts pushing the boundaries of your friendship without you even noticing.

Casual touches linger just a second too long, playful teasing takes on a sharper edge, and his protectiveness turns into something almost suffocating. If you notice, you don’t say anything—maybe because it’s easier to brush it off as just him being his usual self. But he knows better.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who tells himself it’s fine.

That he can wait. That you’ll realize it eventually.

That you’ll see no one else will ever understand you the way he does, no one else will ever protect you the way he does, no one else will ever love you the way he does.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who grows darker, quieter, when someone else gets too close to you. The usual charm and humor are still there, but there’s something off about the way he smiles, too sharp and too cold.

He won’t say anything at first, just watching, waiting, calculating.

But if they try to take you away, to pull you out of his orbit, that’s when things start to unravel.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who starts isolating you without you even realizing it. He’s the only one who can keep up with you, the only one who knows how to handle your quirks and your flaws.

The only one who will never leave you. He plants the idea so carefully, so subtly, that you don’t even question it.

It’s just the way things are.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who knows, deep down, that you don’t love him the way he loves you.

Not yet, at least. But that’s okay.

Because he doesn’t need your love—he just needs you.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who tells himself it doesn’t matter how long it takes. Days, months, years—it’s all the same to him.

Because in the end, you’ll cave.

You’ll see that no one else could ever love you the way he does. That no one else could ever deserve you.

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♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t even realize how far gone he was until one day, when you were bathing, he accidentally walked in.

You didn’t scream, didn’t flinch, didn’t even care.

Just stared at him with those cold, emotionless eyes of yours and calmly said, “Door’s unlocked.”

As if it was nothing.

As if the sight of your bare skin, the water sliding down your body, wouldn’t haunt him for the rest of his life.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who felt his breath catch in his throat, his usual wit failing him for once.

He laughed it off awkwardly, muttered some excuse about needing something, and stumbled out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

But the image of you was burned into his mind, refusing to fade no matter how hard he tried to shake it off.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who hated himself for it, hated how much his body reacted to you.

He wasn’t supposed to think about you like this, wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

But no matter how much he tried to fight it, the memory of you kept creeping back in, setting his skin on fire and making his heart race.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who found himself lying awake that night, your image replaying in his mind on an endless loop.

He could still see the way the water glistened on your skin, the way your hair clung to your shoulders, the way you looked at him so casually, so apathetically, as if you had no idea what you were doing to him.

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♡ Yandere! Best Friend who you’ve always seen as a goofy, harmless puppy.

Sure, he’s tall and muscular—towering over most people effortlessly—but his easygoing attitude and boyish charm have always made him seem more like a loyal guard dog than anything remotely dangerous. You’ve never thought twice about sharing space with him, leaning on him, treating him like the oversized, overprotective best friend he appears to be.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who knows exactly what you think of him. He plays his part so well: the playful idiot, the one who makes you laugh when you’re down, the one who keeps you safe without asking for anything in return.

And while some parts of that are true, they’re far from the whole story. Because the truth is, underneath that sunshine grin and those puppy-dog eyes, he’s not your harmless protector. He’s something much darker, much more dangerous, and he hides it all so well.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who doesn’t just want you—he wants to own you.

Every glance, every laugh, every little touch you give him fuels something primal inside of him, something he keeps locked away beneath layers of charm and wit. Did you think his broad shoulders and ripped physique were just for show?

That all those hours spent training, honing his body, were just about looking good? No. It was for you. It’s always been for you. To keep you safe. To keep others away.

To ensure that when the time comes, no one—not even you—could stop him from taking what’s his.

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♡ Yandere! Best Friend who goes home after a long day with you, his head swimming with the way your body brushed against his, the way your apathetic expression softened for just a second when you cracked one of your rare, sarcastic jokes.

It’s unbearable, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his chest, and by the time he’s alone, he’s already burning up with the need for release.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who hates how much power you have over him. Hates how weak you make him feel when he’s wrapped around your little finger, playing the role of your goofy best friend when all he really wants is to pin you down and make you look at him differently—to see him not as your protector, but as something darker.

Someone who could ruin you in ways you’ve never even imagined.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who locks himself in his room, leaning back against the door with a sharp exhale, his muscles tight with tension.

The second his hand dips into his waistband, it’s like a dam breaking. He doesn’t even try to fight it anymore. His mind goes straight to you—how you’d feel, how you’d sound, how you’d look beneath him, your apathetic mask cracking under the weight of his touch.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who starts slow, dragging his hand lazily over his length as he pictures the way you’d squirm beneath him, trying to keep your composure. He knows you’d fight him at first—of course you would—but he also knows how easily you’d give in if he played his cards right.

How easily he could shatter your walls and make you depend on him, need him, the way he needs you.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who whispers your name under his breath, his voice rough with desperation as his strokes grow faster, harder, more erratic.

His mind races with all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he wants to mark you, claim you, destroy you so completely that no one else could ever have you the way he does.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who bites his lip to muffle the low, guttural sounds escaping his throat, his free hand gripping the edge of his desk so tightly his knuckles turn white.

He pictures you underneath him, tears welling in your eyes as you try to push him away, only to melt under his touch. The thought makes his head spin, and his hips jerk up involuntarily as he chases his release.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who finally spills with a choked groan, your name falling from his lips like a broken prayer. The pleasure rips through him like a tidal wave, leaving him trembling and breathless, his body taut with the intensity of it.

But as the high fades, a darker satisfaction settles over him, mixed with a burning hunger that refuses to be quenched.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who leans back against the wall, wiping a hand over his face as he catches his breath.

He feels no guilt, no shame—only a gnawing desire for more.

Because this isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.

He wants you for real, not just in the dark recesses of his mind.

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You lay there, the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing the only thing that pierced the quiet of the night. The warmth of the small, candlelit room was comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, dark woods outside the village walls.

You were nestled in your bed, the soft fabric of your nightgown clinging to your body as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your dreams filled with the excitement of the adventures you and your best friend had shared throughout the years.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your form, his gaze hungry and possessive. He'd been watching you for hours, his thoughts growing darker with every passing minute.

He knew you didn't see him the way he saw you, but that was a problem that could be rectified.

He took a deep breath, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants, and whispered to himself, "Mine. You're always mine." His grip tightened as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving your peaceful face.

The sound of his zipper was the only disturbance in the stillness, and he felt his heart pound in his chest as he grew harder at the thought of you, his untouchable moon.

"Sleep tight, fucktoy," he murmured, a twisted smile playing on his lips, "because when you wake up, you'll finally know who you truly belong to."

The tension grew palpable as his strokes grew quicker, his breathing becoming ragged and erratic. He was lost in his own twisted fantasy, imagining the way your eyes would widen in shock and fear as you awoke to find him there, invading your personal space, claiming what he believed was rightfully his.

"You think you can ignore me?" he whispered harshly, the anger and frustration in his voice barely contained.

"You think I don't notice when you laugh with others, when you let them touch you?" His hand moved faster, his teeth clenched in determination. "You're mine, and you always will be. I'll make sure of it."

His eyes roved over your body, lingering on the curve of your hip, the swell of your breasts, and the delicate line of your neck. The urge to reach out and touch you, to mark you in some way, was almost overwhelming.

But no, not yet.

The anticipation was too sweet.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress groaning slightly under his weight. The room was suffocating in its darkness, only the flickering candle on the bedside table casting dancing shadows across your peaceful face.

He could see the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft sound of your breaths echoing in the quiet space. It was a sound he'd become all too familiar with, a sweet melody that lulled him into a sense of security and power.

His hand moved under the covers, the fabric of his own trousers straining against his growing arousal. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his breaths even as he touched himself.

His eyes never left you, studying every curve and line of your body as if he could burn the image into his mind. You were so close, yet so far away. It was infuriating, a constant reminder of what wasn't his.

Yet.

He corrected the thought in his head with a smirk.

You were his, had always been his, even if you didn't know it yet.

He'd make sure of it.

His hand stroked faster, the wet sounds of his self-indulgence seeming too loud in the otherwise silent room. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of triumph as he watched your chest rise and fall, oblivious to the dark desires that swirled around you like a tempest.

"Bitchy cumdump," he murmured under his breath, the word a vile whisper that seemed to hang in the air like a curse.

"Rape slut." He liked those names, the way they painted a picture of you that was so much more… palatable than the cold, untouchable moon you portrayed to him.

But you could also be warm, alive, full of passion and fire, and he knew it.

He just hadn't figured out how to make you burn for him alone.

His hand stroked himself roughly, his eyes never leaving your sleeping form. You had your back to him, the soft curves of your body hidden beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown.

It was almost translucent, revealing the shadowy outline of your curves, your skin so pale it seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering through the window.

His eyes roved over you greedily, taking in every detail, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay beneath that delicate exterior.

He reached out with his other hand, the one not busy with his own desires, and traced a line down your spine.

You shifted slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips, but you remained asleep. The sound of his own breath grew heavier, his strokes more frantic as he felt the heat of your body through the fabric.

"Mine," he whispered again, his voice low and guttural.

It was a promise, a vow that echoed in the quiet of the room, a declaration of war against anyone who dared to claim you.

His breath hitched as he reached the peak of his desire, his hand moving faster and faster as he thought of claiming you, making you his in every way possible.

With a low, primal growl, he came, his seed spilling onto the bed sheets.

The warmth and wetness of his release brought him back to reality, his hand slowing as he stared at the evidence of his obsession with you.

His heart raced in his chest, a heady mix of longing and satisfaction coursing through his veins. He had never felt so alive, so powerful, so… right.

He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still glued to your form. You hadn't stirred, hadn't woken up.

It was like you were a doll, a perfect creation made just for his amusement.

He felt a twisted sense of pride that you hadn't noticed his depravity, that his need for you was so strong it could only be expressed in the dark when you were at your most vulnerable.

But that would change.

Oh, how it would change.

As he withdraws his hand from the warmth of his climax, he was careful not to disturb you, his eyes lingering on the soft rise and fall of your chest. He reaches for a cloth beside the bed to clean up the mess he’s made, his mind racing with thoughts of what he’ll do next to claim you fully.

He’s always been the one to watch over you, the one to save you, the one who understands you better than anyone else.

But now, it’s no longer enough to just be your best friend.

He reaches under his bed, his hand brushing against the cold, rough fabric of a hidden bag.

The zipper whispers open, revealing an assortment of morally questionable items: ropes, gags, handcuffs, and a few bottles of clear liquid with handwritten labels. The scent of leather and something else—something darker—wafts out, mingling with the stale air of the room.

His breath hitches as he runs his fingers over the contents, feeling the weight of each item. They're tools of his obsession, tokens of the future he's crafting in his twisted mind.

His eyes flicker back to you, sleeping so peacefully, so utterly unaware of what's to come.

He pulls out a syringe from the bag, the cold metal glinting in the moonlight.

With practiced hands, he fills it with a pink liquid, the viscous substance swirling within the glass tube like a trapped, desperate thing.

It's a potion of his own making, something that would ensure that when the time came, you'd be too compliant to resist him.

He's not a complete monster—he doesn't want to take you by force, not yet at least.

But he knows that the path to your heart is paved with fear and obedience.

He rolls the plunger between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the liquid warm against his skin. The anticipation of using it on you makes his breath catch.

He watches you sleep, the fabric of your nightgown clinging to your body like a second skin. His eyes trace the gentle curves of your breasts and the way your hips dip before flaring out, the shadow between your thighs taunting him with what lies beneath.

The urge to claim you fully is overwhelming, but he reminds himself that patience is key.

Instead, he allows his gaze to linger, his hands straying to the syringe filled with his homemade potion—a blend of aphrodisiac and sedative that would make you pliable in his hands. He imagines pushing it into your soft flesh, watching as the liquid fills you, turning you into a vessel of his desires.

He reaches out with trembling hands, his breath shallow and ragged with anticipation. His fingertips graze the soft fabric of your nightgown, tracing the line of your slit, feeling the heat radiating from your body. You stir slightly in your sleep, but do not wake, oblivious to the violation he's about to commit. He gently parts the fabric, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the room.

He takes one of the syringes filled with his potion and holds it up to the moonlight, admiring the way the liquid shimmers. "Soon, you'll be mine," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, thick with lust and possession.

He brings the needle closer, poised at the entrance of your pussy, savoring the moment. "And no one will ever be able to take you from me."

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology ♡ Book 2. 🔞Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World. ♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

[liiilyevans]

Midnight Ramblings 💜💜💜

 “i’m cold, can we cuddle?” - Jily

PS: bonus points for pre-relationship 😍

Transfiguration class outside was the stupidest idea that James had ever heard of, especially in the dead of winter. McGonagall had finally gone mad, it seemed. Even if they were transfiguring live plants. Lily was next to him rubbing her hands together like mad to keep warm.

"How much longer do you think we'll be out here?" she said through chattering teeth.

He and Lily had both taken their turns, but they still had at least a dozen students to go through, and not all of them were geniuses at Transfiguration like he was, so they had to get feedback and corrections. James guessed they'd be out here until the end of class time.

"Fuck I know," James muttered darkly.

Even the heating charms were no use in this blinding wind. If he were playing Quidditch. it would have been different, but he was just standing here waiting for everyone else to hurry the fuck up.

"I'm freezing," Lily said, her breath turning into fog in front of her face. The bottoms of his glasses were starting to become blurry with the condensation from his own breath.

"Here," James said, pulling the side of his jacket open so she could be a little warmer. Lily took the opportunity to slide her arms around him, her mitten-covered fingers clutching at the sweater he was wearing. Pressing her face into his chest, she shuddered against the cold, and James tried to keep his breathing relatively normal.

Friends could huddle together against the cold. There was no reason for him to make this out to be more than it was. He could be normal about this.

"Are you two cuddling?" Sirius called as he and Remus finished up their turn.

But his friends could not.

Lily spun around and shoved Sirius into the snow as soon as he got close enough. Severed him right. Then she was right back against his chest, and James couldn't breath.

"I'm cold," she said as if that were explanation enough.

James hoped his eyes conveyed enough; shut up, shut up, shut up. Remus, bless him, didn't comment, just raised his eyebrows in that smug way of his, while Sirius brushed snow off his coat.

[luckymilkshakerebel]

YOUTH

Genre: slow romace, comfort

Cast : Lee know (minho) x female reader

Song inspired by Lee know youth

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Minho was never one to rush through life. A man of quiet contemplation, he had always been someone who valued deep thoughts, slow mornings with a cup of tea, and long strolls through nature. He liked to take his time, to observe the world, to experience life in small, meaningful ways. But sometimes, life had a way of moving too fast, and in those moments, he wished he could keep up, wish he could live more fully in the now.

And then, there was Y/n.

Y/n had entered his life like a whirlwind, her energy and joy infecting everything around her. Where Minho was calm, measured, and thoughtful, Y/n was spontaneous, playful, and always looking for a way to make the most out of every moment. She had a unique way of reminding him that life was more than the big goals or the future plans—it was the little moments that mattered the most. And it was her cheerful perspective that had been slowly teaching him to live in the now.

One crisp autumn morning, Minho sat in his favorite coffee shop, sipping a latte and gazing out the window. The world outside was awash with the colors of fall—red, orange, and gold—and the air had that perfect bite that made him want to wrap himself in a warm sweater. He had always loved these mornings, where everything felt still and peaceful. The perfect time for introspection.

As he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, a message popped up on his screen.

"Let’s enjoy life in this very moment."

It was from Y/n.

Minho smiled to himself. It was exactly the kind of message that she would send—simple, yet full of meaning. It was her way of reminding him that life was happening right now, not in the future, not in the past, but this very moment.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he thought about how to respond. He had been in his head a lot lately, weighed down by work, responsibilities, and the endless cycle of planning for what was to come. The idea of “living in the moment” had become somewhat of a mantra in their relationship. Y/n often used it to snap him out of his overthinking, and Minho found that, when he took her words to heart, he felt lighter, more free.

But today, something felt different. Y/n’s message wasn’t just an invitation—it felt like a challenge.

He typed back, smiling as the words formed on his screen:

"I’m here at the coffee shop, lost in my thoughts. But I’m willing to make this moment count. What do you have in mind?"

Y/n’s reply came almost instantly.

"Meet me at the park in 15 minutes. Trust me, you’ll want to be here."

Minho raised an eyebrow, intrigued but slightly apprehensive. He had no idea what Y/n was up to, but that was part of her charm. She always had a way of making things feel spontaneous and fun, even if it was something as simple as a walk in the park. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what she had planned. With a soft chuckle, he finished his coffee, slipped on his jacket, and headed out the door.

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The park was not far from the coffee shop, just a short walk through the quiet streets of the city. As he arrived, he spotted Y/n near the entrance, bouncing on the balls of her feet, looking more like a kid than an adult. She waved enthusiastically as he approached.

“There you are!” Y/n exclaimed, her eyes shining. “I’m so glad you made it!”

Minho smiled, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was a little off—Y/n’s energy was always contagious, but today, there was an almost electric charge in the air.

“What’s going on?” he asked, looking around, half-expecting a flash mob or some sort of surprise event.

Y/n grinned, clearly delighted by his curiosity. “Well, I was thinking,” she began, “that we’re always so busy planning and thinking about the future. So, today, we’re going to do something completely unplanned. Something just for the fun of it. Something that makes this moment count.”

Minho felt a flutter of nervousness in his chest. He was a planner by nature, not one to dive headfirst into something without at least a bit of structure. But he trusted Y/n—he always had. And if there was one person who could make him step outside his comfort zone, it was her.

“Alright,” Minho said, still not entirely sure what he was agreeing to. “What’s the plan?”

“No plan!” Y/n said with a wink. “That’s the beauty of it.”

Y/n grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the edge of the park, where a small, pristine lake lay shimmering under the soft afternoon sun. The trees around it had shed their leaves, leaving a blanket of gold on the ground.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” Y/n said, her voice full of excitement. “We’re going to take off our shoes, roll up our sleeves, and wade into the lake.”

Minho blinked. “Wait, what?”

Y/n laughed, clearly loving his reaction. “I know it’s crazy. But think about it—how many times do we sit by a lake, admire its beauty, and do nothing? Let’s go in. Right now. No overthinking. Just living.”

Minho stared at the water, unsure of how he felt about the idea. It was cold, and autumn had made the water less inviting than it would have been in summer. But as he looked at Y/n—her eager face, her arms already beginning to roll up her sleeves—he could feel the tug of her energy. It was like she was asking him to step into the present with her, to leave behind the walls of hesitation and just embrace the spontaneity of the moment.

“Are you serious,Y/n?” Minho asked, half-laughing.

“I’m always serious when it comes to making life fun,” Y/n replied with a mischievous grin. “Come on! It’ll be the best thing you’ve done all week.”

With that, she kicked off her shoes, and without waiting for him to catch up, she stepped into the lake with a splash. The cold water immediately soaked into her pants, but she didn’t seem to care. She was already laughing, spinning in the water like a child, her joy infectious.

Minho hesitated for only a moment before following her lead. He pulled off his shoes, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped into the chilly water. It felt strange at first—the coldness shocking against his skin—but as Y/n twirled around him, her laughter echoing in the crisp air, something shifted inside him.

He stopped thinking. He stopped planning. He just was. And for the first time in a long while, Minho felt fully present in the moment.

Y/n, still splashing around, called out, “See? Doesn’t it feel good to just be here? Right now?”

Minho grinned, shaking his head. “You’re crazy,” he said, but the smile on his face was genuine.

“Maybe,” Y/n replied, her eyes sparkling. “But sometimes, crazy is the only way to live. We spend so much time planning for the future or reflecting on the past that we forget to enjoy what’s right in front of us. And this—this is it. This moment.”

Minho stood there for a moment, looking around. The golden light, the cool water, the sound of Y/n’s laughter filling the air—it was perfect in its simplicity. He realized that Y/n had a point. It wasn’t the big events, the grand plans, or the distant goals that made life worth living. It was the unexpected moments, the spontaneous decisions, the times when you let go of everything else and just lived.

And in that moment, he felt something click. He felt alive.

---

After they finally emerged from the lake, both soaked and laughing, they sat on the grassy shore to dry off, their clothes sticking to their skin but their hearts light.

Y/n leaned her head on Minho’s shoulder, content in the quiet that followed their impromptu adventure.

“Thank you,” Minho said softly, his voice sincere. “For reminding me to be here. Right now.”

Y/n smiled up at him. “Anytime, love. It’s all about the moment.”

And as they sat there, side by side, the world seemed to pause—just for them.

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[moonmaiden1996]

Do you have some hcs for Law (he's my favorite 🥰)? Romance, dating, sexuality would be nice😙

Law takes time to let someone into his life romantically. He’s cautious and observes from a distance before making a move. “You’re... persistent,” he smirked, a rare glimmer of amusement breaking through his guarded demeanor.

Once he trusts someone, Law’s actions start showing his affection in subtle ways. “Here. I noticed you kept forgetting to grab your gloves before heading out.” He quietly leaves a new pair of gloves by your side without making a big deal of it.

His love language leans heavily on actions rather than outright declarations of love. “I tightened the straps on your gear. It wasn’t secure enough,” he says while pretending it’s purely for practical reasons, though it’s clear he cares.

Law prefers intimate, understated dates rather than grand displays of affection. “There’s a quiet spot on the next island where the stars are supposed to be brighter. Let’s check it out after we finish up here.”

A perfect date for Law often includes deep conversations that stimulate his mind. “You think the Will of D is connected to the Void Century? Interesting. I’ve thought about that too, but there’s not enough evidence yet,” his eyes lighting up as he leans into the discussion.

Law has a sly sense of humor that comes out once he’s comfortable with someone. “So, that was your grand strategy back there? Bold move. Reckless... but bold,” he says, grinning slightly as he shakes his head.

Law’s connections need depth and trust before becoming intimate. “I don’t... rush into things like this. If you’re okay with that, we’ll figure it out together,” his voice soft and unmistakably vulnerable.

He thrives on mutual trust and a sense of safety in relationships. “Tell me if something’s wrong. I can’t fix what I don’t know,” his voice steady, but there’s genuine concern in his eyes.

Law pays attention to what you need or enjoy, ensuring you feel cared for. “You looked tired, so I brought this tea. It’s supposed to help with headaches. Drink it while it’s warm.”

His compliments or expressions of interest are understated but meaningful. “You handled that sword pretty well. Who taught you?” he asks, a faint smirk playing on his lips, though the compliment is sincere.

Law’s gaze often conveys what his words don’t. He doesn’t say anything, but his sharp golden eyes linger on you during a quiet moment. When you notice, he looks away with a slight smirk.

His unpolished approach to personal matters can be surprisingly endearing. “Why are you smiling like that? Did I say something strange?” he asks, genuinely confused, but his awkwardness only makes him more charming.

Law takes commitment seriously and sees you as part of his crew and life. “You’re not just a passing thought to me. I don’t do things halfway, especially not with you,” he says in a low, determined voice.

He deeply appreciates someone who understands his larger goals. “I won’t stop until we’ve destroyed what’s broken in this world. If you’re with me... then stay with me,” his voice firm, almost like a plea.

You become an integral part of his crew. “The crew already likes you. Don’t make me regret letting them spoil you,” he says with mock annoyance, though there’s an affectionate undertone.

Law prefers rational discussions over heated arguments. “I’m not going to argue with you. Let’s talk when we’re both calm,” he says, walking away momentarily but always coming back to resolve the issue.

He listens to reason when you present a strong argument. “Fine. You’re right about this one. But don’t get used to it,” he concedes, crossing his arms but flashing a small grin.

NSFW

Law is someone who thrives on trust and emotional connection, and that extends to his physical relationships as well. He’s not the type to rush things—he likes to take his time to really understand his partner's needs and desires. His approach to intimacy is patient, thoughtful, and a little commanding.

Given his personality, Law likely enjoys positions that allow for a deep connection with his partner. He would prefer something that feels intimate, where he can be close and in control but still maintain that tender closeness. Positions like missionary or modified spooning could be his go-to. In missionary, he can look directly into his partner’s eyes, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Plus, he can hold them close, feeling their body press against his—a comforting reminder that they’re his safe space.

Modified spooning would be another favorite of his—it allows him to feel in control but still intimately close, with his hands free to caress or explore his partner’s body. The closeness would appeal to him, as he enjoys feeling the heat of your body against him as his hips push against your ass. His hand slides along your skin as he cups your breast and buries his head in your neck.

Law likes to savor every moment, paying close attention to how his partner reacts to his touch. He’s not the type to rush into anything; he wants to make sure his partner is fully comfortable and engaged before moving forward. He loves exploring every inch of them, perhaps starting with gentle caresses, whispering soft words of encouragement, and gauging how they feel. The buildup is essential for him; he wants you begging before he even slides inside you.

While Law enjoys being the dominant partner, he is not overly aggressive. His control is subtle—a soft but firm hand guiding things along. He can be a little rough when necessary, enjoying having you at his mercy, completely under his control. He might pin your hands above your head, leaning down to whisper commands in your ear—sliding himself in deeper, not moving, just ever so slightly nudging against your G-spot, not moving until you’re a quivering mess beneath him.

He doesn’t say much at first, but as things heat up, his words become more frequent and pointed. He might tell you what he wants, whispering, “Let me hear you,” or “You’re doing so well,” as his hands move expertly over your body. The praise is genuine, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine. This man is a grunter, so be ready for deep grunts.

He enjoys kissing deeply—not just on the lips but along your neck and shoulders, leaving soft, lingering touches that make you feel wanted and adored. His hands are a little rough from years of handling weapons, but they’re still capable of making you feel like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Let’s not forget how good his rough fingers will feel against your clit.

His neck and jawline are sensitive, and while he doesn’t often ask for attention there, he appreciates when someone takes the time to kiss or nibble lightly. It’s a tender spot for him, so when you do this, the man is putty in your hands.

Law is the type who wants to make sure his partner is as satisfied as he is. He won’t stop until he knows you cannot move. He will be taking the time to figure out what works best for you, whether it’s through his hands, his lips, or his thick cock. He’s attentive, observant, and doesn’t shy away from exploring what feels good for both of you.

Omg I love this! I just had to write it. Keep sending asks, any character, any ask?

[doodler16]

I don’t care about Valentino, he’s the worst written villain I’ve seen thus far. He’s a stupid character that the writers want to believe is powerful and scary, it’s like the only way viv can write a villain intimidating is if she writes them saying their gonna rape someone as a threat. Obviously that’s scary viv, rape is fucking terrifying I wouldn’t use it lightly or jokingly like you do because you don’t care and can’t just admit you get off to that kind of stuff. Everytime I see Angel and Valentino on screen together, I’m gonna be scared for Angel because he’s gonna be raped because that’s all Valentino seems to do. You can’t write a rapist character, have that be their entire character and than try to soften the blow by saying “he’s so bubble coded uwu” “lol he’s like the Karen of the group he’s so dumb XD” you can’t woobify a rapist. Should Joel get shit for getting paid to voice act a rapist? Absolutely not. However needs to realize this isn’t a “haha funny dumb villain, he’s so dramatic and sexy bad” this is a rapist. This isn’t “Angel and Valentino have a toxic dynamic” this is sex trafficking. “Its CNC” no it isn’t CNC is in a safe controlled environment, there’s safe words to stop a scene if it’s too much for a sub/dom. Angel isn’t allowed to say no, that’s rape. How has Valentino done better for fans beside use him for their angst fanfic and fanart and sell their own merch?

I don’t blame you for not caring about Valentino, there’s not much going on for him besides the elephant in the room (aka him being a rapist). The only thing that’s “intimidating” about Valentino is him raping Angel Dust and that’s it. Otherwise, I personally never found him to be a good villain like most of the fandom hypes him up to be.

Out of all the Vees, Valentino has the most screen time/episodes and I don’t even take him seriously unless he’s raping Angel Dust. Even in voice acting it shows that.

In his inconsistent “normal” voice, Valentino is a screaming about something and has to be coddled by Vox. But once Valentino is abusing Angel Dust, the deep “intimidating” voice comes on.

It’s so unserious, that’s why I prefer Paranoid DJ’s performance of Valentino. He doesn’t need to change his voice when abusing Angel Dust because he is always be in control of the situation. Vivziepop could prove me wrong, I’ll gladly wait for season 2 as it’s the Vees season for the most part.

Also can we talk about how nonexistent Valentino’s charm is. I thought he was a sauve person. Does he always tell any sinner he sees that he can make them a star in the most boring way possible?

Yeah, Joel needs to stop making comments like that. That man needs PR agent and social media manager, stat. Just compliment the art and move on. 😂 Thank you Anon for speaking facts. Angel Dust and Valentino is not an equally toxic dynamic or complex, it’s literally sex trafficking. And the slave being raped constantly by his master.

I don’t know too about CNC, but doesn’t it at least require consent like the name implies. Currently nothing about Valentino and Angel Dust’s relationship/dynamic screams consensual.

[uceyliyahh]

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: 6089

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

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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16

OMNISCIENT Yasmine spent her day at the hair salon, skillfully styling one of her clients' hair. Later tonight, she has an important match against Liv Morgan for the women's world championship, marking her fourth title defense since claiming the title.

Yasmine couldn't help but feel irritated by Liv Morgan's attempts to assert herself as the best. Deep down, she knew that Liv's claims were far from the truth, and it frustrated her to think about it. However, that annoyance was irrelevant; Yasmine was confident that victory was hers for the taking tonight.

As she worked on her client's hair, the sound of the door opening barely registered in her mind. Focused on her task, she was caught off guard when two strong arms encircled her waist. The familiar scent that filled the room confirmed her suspicions—it was Jey. She recognized his affectionate nature immediately, and a warm smile spread across her face.

Yasmine glanced over her shoulder, and there he was, standing right behind her, a grin spreading across his face as he proudly displayed his grills.

"Hey, baby girl," Jey said as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

Yasmine suddenly realized that he had brought food along, and it dawned on her that her lunch break was just around the corner.

"Hii, Papi. I didn't expect you to come see me let me finish my client's hair and we'll eat," she said.

"Take yo' time mama I'll be in the back waiting," Yasmine nodded her head earning a slap on the ass from him before he disappeared towards the back.

Once she completed her client's hairstyle, she took a moment to tidy her workspace before making her way to the back with Jey. As she approached, she noticed him engrossed in his phone, scrolling through social media. Her presence caught his eye as she walked right in front of him.

He set his phone aside and drew Yasmine onto his lap, showering her glossy lips with gentle kisses before trailing a soft kiss along her neck. Jey cherished her like no one else, consistently demonstrating that he had transformed and had no regrets about beginning anew with Yasmine.

Yasmine laughed softly as she noticed his lips glistening after they shared a few kisses. Their playful moment lingered as they settled down to enjoy their meal together.

"How do you feel about yo' upcoming match with Liv tonight mama?" Jey asked while munching down on his food.

"I feel pretty confident about it, this would be my fourth title defense. I mean I don't what she is trying to prove here but it's starting to annoy me," she said.

"I mean if Dom is going interfere with you retaining your title I would be gladly to walk out there with you tonight," Yasmine welcomed Jey's decision to come out for support, recognizing that Liv often had Dom trailing after her like a lost puppy. It would be satisfying to confront Liv with that reality.

Yasmine was eager to put an end to the ongoing conflict between her and Liv. The tension had lingered for far too long, and Yasmine found it increasingly unbearable, especially when Liv constantly dredged up painful memories of Jey's infidelity and Yasmine's struggles with her mental health. It was time to move on and leave the past behind.

Liv kept repeating herself endlessly, and Yasmine was growing tired of the ongoing conflict between them. She believed that this feud would only come to an end once she reclaimed her title.

Yasmine deserves to face other women in the ring, but Liv's interference is incredibly frustrating for her.

"I'm just tired of her taking opportunities away from the other women in the locker room you know?" She expressed.

"I understand mama, for real but don't worry you will keep your championship," Yasmine smiled at him before giving him a kiss on the lips.

Yasmine and Jey, lost in the moment after their lunch together, found themselves wrapped in a passionate embrace. Completely absorbed in each other, they momentarily forgot that they were at work. Fortunately, the absence of any interruptions allowed them to savor this intimate connection without a care in the world.

Jey's tongue danced within Yasmine's mouth as he playfully smacked her right cheek, the heat of their bodies igniting as she ground against him. Their hands roamed freely, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them.

Yasmine understood that returning to work was necessary, yet she found it impossible to part from Jey. She decided to grant them a few extra moments to enjoy each other's closeness, acutely aware of his desire for her as he instinctively pressed his hips upward.

"You lucky yo' ass at work right now I would've been beat that pussy up teasing me and shit," Jey muttered.

Yasmine pulled away from him while having a grin on her face, "oh? Is someone upset because he can't get none?" She teased him which caused him to chuckle.

He pulled away from the kiss wrapping his hands around her throat pulling her face closer to his while he whispered in her ear, "Keep playing with me Minks, I won't hesitate to fuck you while sitting in this damn chair have yo' ass looking dumb," His voice had a rich, gravelly quality that stirred something within Yasmine when he spoke.

She was torn between the thrill of teasing him to uncover his reactions and the desire to take a breather before her legs gave out. Yet, the excitement was too tempting to resist, and she chose to keep teasing him, fully aware that this might be her last chance to enjoy the moment.

"You talk a big game Mr. Fatu, why don't you come do it then?" His gaze was consumed by desire the moment she spoke those words, yet Yasmine swiftly rose from his lap and fled, prompting a low, dark chuckle to escape his lips.

"Yasmine, I am not finna be chasing yo' tiny ass, c'mere," Yasmine darted through the salon, attempting to evade Jey, reminiscent of two playful children sneaking around their parents' room when they weren't supposed to.

As she stepped inside, she discovered a closet nearby, stifling her laughter as she heard his footsteps approaching. "Minks, C'mon dawg im not playing hide and seek bring yo' ass here!" He shouted as Yasmine was chuckling quietly.

Yasmine listened as his footsteps faded into the distance, searching for her elsewhere. Realizing she needed a new hiding place, she devised a quick plan. Once she was certain the coast was clear, she emerged from the closet and dashed upstairs, ensuring he was nowhere in sight.

"Aye! I see you minks bring yo' ass here now!" Yasmine let out a terrified scream as she dashed up the stairs, fully aware that he was closing in on her with every step.

She could hear his footsteps pounding behind her as she sprinted toward her new hiding place. When she finally reached the door, she desperately tried to slam it shut, hoping to keep him out, but he was far too strong for her.

He burst through the door, lifting her effortlessly by the thighs as she laughed playfully at him. With a mischievous grin, he pinned her against the wall, positioning himself between her legs.

Jey leaned in and softly kissed her, planting several gentle pecks on her lips before slowly drawing back.

"You play to damn much Minks, got me running around like a maniac,"

"I just wanted to see where your head was at, can't you let me get away with this one?" She said forming her lips in a pouty way.

Jey couldn't resist while nodding his head placing another a kiss on her lips, "Yeah, but tonight no running from me you hear me?" Jey said as Yasmine nodded her head.

"I got something special planned for tonight after yo' match aight?"

Yasmine's curiosity ignited as she pondered what he had in store for the evening. She felt the urge to ask questions, but the desire to preserve the surprise held her back. For the moment, she decided to stay silent. As they made their way downstairs, Jey playfully gave her a light slap on the backside, making her yelp in surprise.

✧˚° JEY After I exited the salon, I headed to the mall with Montez, Trinity, and Bianca. They were there to assist me with a surprise I had in mind for tonight. I was planning to propose to Yasmine, aiming to make her mine forever, rather than just giving her the promise ring I had presented a couple of months ago.

After nearly a year of being together, I realized it was the perfect moment to take the next step and propose to her. As the music softly played in the background, the car was filled with a comfortable silence. I understand that things haven't been great between Tez and me since my past actions towards Yasmine, but I've changed. My feelings for his sister are genuine, and I truly love her.

Bianca began to speak breaking the awkward silence, "I cannot believe that you're going to be proposing to her Jey," she said.

"I mean, I feel like it's the right time to do so, she doesn't know anything about it other than it is a surprise," I said while focusing on the road.

"Absolutely, I see your point. You two have truly faced it all together—every challenge and every triumph." It's undeniable that Yasmine and I have shared countless experiences, especially during the times I stumbled. However, that's all behind us now. My focus is on the present and what lies ahead.

As we arrived at the mall, I switched off the car and grabbed the keys, eager to step out. We all made our way toward the entrance, buzzing with excitement, ready to pair off into groups of two.

Montez and I will be searching for the perfect rings for Yasmine, while Bianca and Trinity explore other options. As we browse through the rings, our focus will be on finding the one that truly matches Yasmine's unique style.

We remained silent, fully aware of his intense desire to confront me for the way I had treated his sister. He had placed his complete trust in me to look out for her, and I had failed to do so. I could see why he felt that way.

As we were looking at the rings that when I heard him say something to me, "Look Uce, I didn't appreciate you treating my sister like that knowing what she had been through but I'm glad to see her happy again and even more happy when she finds out you want to marry her." Montez said as me and him did our handshake that went into a hug.

"You have my blessing,"

"Thank you Uce, now which ring do you think suits your sister the most," I said.

We both examined the rings, searching for the perfect one for Yasmine. He chose the stunning piece on the left, which sparkled brilliantly. I could already envision her delight when she sees it; it's simply beautiful and sure to capture her heart.

"She's a size six by the way if she didn't tell you," He said as I nodded my head.

I purchased the ring and expressed my gratitude as they carefully placed it in a bag for me. After that, Montez and I headed to Pandora to pick out some bracelets and necklaces. She had a keen interest in crystals, so we planned to visit that store too.

After spending nearly half the day shopping, we all gathered at the same location to share and admire the surprise items everyone had picked out for the reveal at my house.

Trinity and Bianca quickly headed to Victoria's Secret, eager to pick up something not just for themselves, but also for Yasmine.

As I glanced at the clock, I realized it was nearly time for us to return and witness Yasmine defend her title against Liv Morgan. I could feel Yasmine's determination; she was eager to maintain her reign until the perfect challenger emerged to claim the championship from her.

"I see y'all got a lot of stuff," I said.

"Yeah, of course. this is goin to be Yasmine special day today," Trinity said as I chuckle at her.

"A'ight let's go visit my girl at work before her match night," As we started to leave the building, everyone nodded in agreement while we loaded our belongings into the trunk.

✧˚° As I made my way to Yasmine's locker room, a bouquet of roses in hand, I couldn't help but wish for a peaceful evening free from any drama. Today was my day off, and all I wanted was to enjoy some quality time with my lady without any distractions.

As I approached her door, I accidentally brushed past Carmelo, giving him a cold glare as I continued toward her locker room. Just as I was about to reach it, he threw out a slick remark that caught my attention.

"She's not even that special, I don't even know what you see in her," Carmelo said while folding his arms.

"And who are you to tell me that? I see a lot when it comes to her, she has a special heart," I said as I heard him chuckling.

"You're going to get tired of her eventually, hell I wouldn't even blame you for cheating on her again when it comes to her being in her head a lot," I felt an overwhelming urge to punch him right then and there after his comment, but I knew I had to keep my composure as I stepped through Yasmine's door and closed it firmly behind me.

As she stood before the mirror, applying lip gloss to her lips, she was completely unaware of my arrival at the door, holding her favorite flowers.

"Hey, mamas," I said as I had seen her jump up being startled at my voice.

"Oh my god! you cannot be doing that Jey Jesus," Yasmine said as I chuckled at her before handing her the bouquet of roses.

She gazed at the roses, then lifted her eyes to meet mine, a smile lighting up her face as she recognized her favorite blooms. Yasmine inhaled their sweet fragrance before gently setting them down on the table.

As I lifted her by the thighs, she wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace, and I gently pressed my lips against hers, savoring the softness of her glossy smile. "thank you for the flowers big daddy," she said almost in a teasing tone.

"Keep on with that Yasmine I told you earlier today, but you're welcome you deserve them,"

"Whaaat? It's funny teasing you just to get you all worked up," she thought shit was funny doing that until I bend her ass over and fuck her silly she won't be laughing anymore.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as she led us to the couch, now perched on my lap with my hands resting on her hips, giving them a playful squeeze. "you wanna get me all worked up huh?" I said as she nodded her head.

I gently pressed my lips against hers once more, and she eagerly returned the kiss. A few more tender pecks followed, quickly escalating into a passionate make-out session just moments before her match.

As our lips danced together, I could feel her fingers playfully tugging at my mullet, a clear sign of her desire for more. She had been teasing me all day, and I couldn't help but think that soon, I would have my chance to turn the tables.

I placed a soft kiss on her neck began sucking on it as she threw her head back giving me access to her neck while I slithered my hands down her tights rubbing her moist cunt causing her to moan softly.

But she wasn't going to get it so easily as I pulled my hand from her tights causing her to whine while I chuckled at her.

"You gotta wait until later baby girl," I said.

"You're not being fair Josh," I stared at her in disbelief; how could she have the audacity to say that after spending the entire day teasing me?

"You wouldn't be saying that when you was having me run around the damn salon looking for yo' ass huh? Don't worry imma fix that tonight,"

She sighed dramatically, pouting as if that would sway me once more. I only gave in earlier today when she had me chasing after her.

"Yasmine to the Gorilla, Yasmine to the Gorilla,"

She took that as her signal to head over to the Gorilla for her match against Liv. Rising from my lap, she walked toward the mirror, reapplying lip gloss to her lips. I stood behind her, gently brushing her hair aside and placing a soft kiss on her neck.

Ms. Kim certainly nailed her look for the evening. She's been putting in serious effort when it comes to impressing Yasmine. As I held her title on my shoulders, eagerly anticipating the moment she finished preparing, I noticed her take one final glance at her reflection before I handed her the title.

She planted a gentle kiss on my cheek as I playfully smacked her backside, boosting her confidence. I had assured her that I would accompany her for her entrance and remain by her side at ringside tonight. With that promise in mind, we intertwined our fingers and made our way out the door together.

As we approached the Gorilla, I noticed Triple H making his way toward us. He greeted me with a friendly dab before leaning in for a hug. In a low voice, he whispered, "She's destined to be a star." We stepped back, and I nodded in agreement, fully believing in his words.

"You ready kid?" Triple H asked as I saw Yasmine nodding her head.

We patiently held off until Liv completed her entrance, allowing Yasmine to shine in her own spotlight. That's when Triple H's music blared, and the crowd erupted in cheers for her. My heart soared with pride, realizing that my girl is truly a star.

As we stepped out from the Gorilla, our fingers remained tightly intertwined, a symbol of our connection.

"From Brooklyn, New York accompany by Main Event Jey Uso, weighing at 150 pounds she's your Women's World Champion YASMINE!!!"

As we strolled toward the ring, she playfully blew kisses to her fans while I joined in the excitement, sharing the moment with them. We were both beloved figures in the company, and as we approached the ring, I took her hand, allowing her to shine and do her thing.

She perched on the ropes, exuding confidence with the shimmering gold accentuating her waist. As she executed her signature flip in the ring, seamlessly transitioning into a stunning split, I was left in awe, rallying the crowd to amplify their cheers for her incredible performance.

"We have two champions in the house Cole!"

"Something that Liv and Dom couldn't relate since they don't have any gold wrapped around their waist."

"Here comes Jey!"

I caught up with Cole and Pat as I watched Yasmine showcase her skills in the ring. Just as I was about to make my way to ringside, distancing myself from Dom, her music abruptly stopped, and the bell started to ring.

"The following Contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Women's World Championship!"

"Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at 150 pounds she is your Women's World Championship YASMINE!!!!"

I began to cheer for my little girl because she truly deserves everything the world has to offer. Watching her radiate with joy and beauty fills my heart with pride. I can hardly contain my excitement to place that ring on her finger tonight.

"And her Opponent From New Jersey, Weighing at 126 pounds Liv Morgannn!"

The referee raised the championship belt high as I leaned in to whisper motivating words to Yasmine, assuring her that she is destined to become a phenomenal star in this organization and that we are in this journey side by side.

"DING DING DING!"

✧˚° Yasmine was clearly having a tough time keeping her composure when I noticed Dom reaching under the ring for something. To my surprise, he pulled out a chair and slid it into the ring, placing it perfectly for Liv to execute her finishing move, the Oblivion. I knew I had to stay focused and not let this distraction get to me.

Yasmine was reeling towards the ropes when she suddenly received a sharp slap to the face. In that moment, I caught sight of Liv charging toward the ropes, nearly executing her move. Just as Yasmine regained her composure, she seized Liv by the throat, shaking her head defiantly.

She lifted Liv and positioned her above her head before executing a powerful slam onto the mat. With determination, she dragged Liv toward the ropes, climbed onto the turnbuckle, and flawlessly executed her finishing move, the moonsault, landing perfectly on Liv.

Yasmine clutched her legs, but the referee's attention was diverted by Dom. In that moment, Liv yanked her away and delivered a sharp kick to Yasmine's stomach, eliciting a painful groan from her. Seizing the opportunity, I rushed in and grabbed Dom by the ankles, sending him crashing face-first onto the mat.

I deliver a powerful super kick to his face, sending him crashing backward, just as Liv executes her finishing move on Yasmine, lifting her legs high in the air.

1! 2! "YASMINE kick out! She still have some fight left in her,"

Yasmine was down, and the crowd erupted with excitement as they watched both fighters sprawled on the mat, clearly exhausted. Yet, I sensed that Yasmine still had some fire within her. I pounded the mat, urging her to rise and continue the battle.

"C'mon! Get up mama! You got it baby!" I yelled, striking the mat with enthusiasm, as the audience joined in, cheering for Yasmine to rise.

Yasmine rose from the mat and made her way to the turnbuckle, taking a moment to catch her breath. Meanwhile, she noticed Liv struggling to get back on her feet, making a feeble attempt to charge at her. With quick reflexes, Yasmine ducked just in time, causing Liv to collide with the pole.

Yasmine found herself on her knees, inching her way back to the turnbuckle, determined to reach the top. Meanwhile, Liv was unleashing a furious scream, charging at Yasmine once more. In a stunning display of agility, Yasmine executed a backflip off the turnbuckle, landing gracefully on her feet and shaking her head in defiance.

Yasmine delivered the most flawless spear I've ever witnessed, sending the crowd into a frenzy and leaving the commentators in awe.

"SPEAR SPEAR! Yasmine hit Liv Morgan with a spear!"

Yasmine secured Liv in a hold, lifting her legs high as the referee rushed in, striking the mat with authority while the audience eagerly counted along.

1! 2! 3!

"DING! DING! DING!"

I leaped with excitement as I entered the ring, lifting Yasmine in my arms like a bride while the referee returned her championship title to me.

"Here's your winner and still the Women's World Champion Yasmine!!!!"

I helped her regain her balance, supporting her arm as I stood her upright. Then, in front of the crowd, I wrapped her in a warm embrace and gently kissed her on the lips, offering her comfort and reassurance. "I'm so proud of you baby, you kick some ass out there," I whispered in her ear.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Jey carefully guided Yasmine, her eyes covered with a blindfold, as he led her into his home. He was attentive, ensuring she didn't collide with anything along the way. Once inside, he took her out to the backyard to reveal the surprise he had been meticulously planning for an entire week.

As he removed the blindfold, her eyes grew wide in astonishment at the breathtaking surprise before her. The scene was adorned with candles and rose petals arranged in the shape of a heart, while fireworks illuminated the night sky, complementing the other roses that formed a grand heart. In the center, the words "Will you marry me?" sparkled, making the moment truly unforgettable.

As she gasped in surprise, her hand instinctively flew to her mouth, overwhelmed by the sight of everyone capturing the moment on their cameras. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to find Jey down on one knee, holding a small box that contained a ring, ready to change their lives forever.

"Yasmine ever since I met you, you have been nothing but the best thing that's ever happen to me in my life I know I have done some things but I promise you I'll take care of you and continue to be your peacemaker fuck what everyone else is talking about, will you marry me?" Jey confessed waiting on Yasmine's response.

Yasmine rushed toward Jey, embracing him tightly as she buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. In that tender moment, Jey gently kissed her forehead and slipped the ring onto her finger, while the crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating their love.

Montez seized the moment, uncorking the champagne with a satisfying "pop" that echoed through the air, sending bubbly liquid spraying in all directions and drenching everyone nearby.

"To the Newlyweds!" Montez shouted.

As the celebration unfolded, guests approached the newlyweds, enveloping them in warm hugs and expressing their pride in witnessing this beautiful new chapter of their lives. Montez made his way over to Yasmine, who was savoring a sip of champagne, joyfully toasting to her engagement.

"Hey, I'm proud of you little sis. Like for real," he said.

"Thank you Tez I appreciate it," Yasmine said as she gave her brother a hug.

As the evening wore on, the guests gradually departed, leaving Jey and Yasmine alone in the quiet aftermath. Yasmine busied herself in the kitchen, tidying up the chaos left behind by their inebriated friends. While she worked, she suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, enveloping her in a comforting embrace filled with his familiar scent. Turning her head, she found herself face to face with him.

She flashed him a radiant smile, pressing her lips against his, leaving a trace of her shimmering lip gloss on his mouth. As she turned her attention to tidying up the chaos around them, Jey couldn't shake off the memory of their earlier encounter. With a playful determination, he lifted her by the thighs and carried her over to the couch.

SMUT WARNING Jey had placed his face between her thighs beginning to place soft kisses on her thighs that made her quiver underneath him he gazed up at her seeing her looking down at him, she held her legs up keeping them opened for him and only him.

He began lapping his tongue around her clit French kissing it in the process as Yasmine threw her head back in the pillow moaning his name softly.

'Soft Oh, no So soft Oh, oh Oh, no (Welcome to the camp) Oh, oh, oh'

'Baby, how long you been gone? Don't tell me Hmm, tell me you wanna see me (See me) Water from the ceiling (Ceiling)'

Yasmine had her eyes rolling in the back of her head feeling that sensation of him French kissing her clit along her empty holes before sticking two fingers inside of her which made her gasp gripping onto the couch.

"S-stop...teasing...baby..." Yasmine moaned as Jey chuckled underneath her causing vibration through her pussy.

He removed his lips from her wet cunt gazing up at her continuing to finger her pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Yo' ass wanna talk about stop teasing but wasn't saying allat shit earlier teasing the fuck out of me," he spat pushing his fingers deeply inside of her causing her to arch her back.

He placed his face back between her thighs circling his tongue around her clit as she was trying to escape from this but only for him to grab her thigh tightly keeping her in place so that she wouldn't escape.

'Make me hot like summer rain (Rain, rain rain) Drippin' boy you trippin' Trippin' on this fantasy (Yeah)'

Jey had pressed down on her stomach speeding up his pace with his fingers which was driving her insane passionately making out with her pussy, pulling on her folds before going back in.

"I-Fuck...Josh..." she moaned.

Yasmine was tugging on his mullet pushing his head further against her moist cunt as she began moving her hips forward trying to reach her climax but Jey wasn't having it.

'I'll tell you what's for dinner I'm flowin' like a river, oh Hush'

He had pulled out his fingers when she was so close to cumming as she whined at him Jey had stood up from the couch removing his sweats along with his PSD boxers seeing his dick spring up hitting him in the stomach.

Jey climb back on the couch leaning forward rubbing his harden dick on her wet cunt teasing her some more while she was yearning for him to fuck her.

'Baby, do you wanna touch? Look at how you make me blush'

He placed soft wet kisses all over her neck sucking on it in the process while she was caressing his strong back and running her fingers through his mullet making it a mess.

Meanwhile Jey kept teasing her rubbing his tip on her wet folds, "tell me baby, what you want?" Jey whispered softly in her ear.

"I-I want you..." she mumbled.

teasing her some more acting like he didn't hear what she had said knowing that he did.

"What you say mama?" Giving her a slap on her left ass cheek causing her to hiss at the sting.

'Soft Pillow, soft Never, soft Touch me soft'

'Try me You ain't had nobody like me (Ah) Nothing underneath this white tee (Ah) 'Bout to make a movie, Spike Lee (Ah) Try me, it's godly (Ah)'

"I fucking want you Joshua!" He didn't waste no time pushing his length inside of her as they both let out a groan escape their lips.

Jey began giving her deep, long. strokes something that she enjoyed leaning in closer so that their bodies could be close together while passionately making out with each other.

Yasmine had her legs on both ends of her body while he thrusted in and out of her wet cunt, feeling all in his hair As she felt his dick pushing deeply inside of her.

'That's why you wanna be inside me (Ah) And I don't wanna be by myself Yeah, it's you that I've been waitin' on (Waitin' on)'

"How this feel mama?" Jey muttered circling his hips hitting her spot.

She held onto him tightly having her eyes rolling in the back of her skull before answering his question, "It feels so good, so goood," she muttered back.

"Yeah? When I do this?" That's when Jey had pounded into her gushy walls deeply hearing his hips slapping against her thighs as Yasmine felt this pleasurable pain inside of her.

"O-oh! Fuck! Joshuaaa!"

'Tell you what's for dinner (Dinner, dinner) Damn, I'm flowin' like a river, baby Don't move, hush, hush'

'Don't you want another touch? Come here, let me make you blush (I'll make you blush)'

He had a smirk appearing on his lips while they continued to French kiss each other having their tongues fighting for dominance against one another, as Jey continued to beat her guts in silly.

Their lips were turning into reddish purple color as they pulled away from each other causing Jey to place his forehead on hers.

"This my fucking pussy mama? Huh?" Kissing her lips softly.

"Y-yess this is all yours big daddy," Yasmine responded back.

"Better be fucking mine little girl," Jey had wrapped his hand around her throat pumping his dick in and out of her while she held onto his wrist.

All you could hear was skin slapping against each other all over the living room while the air thickened around them.

'Soft (Ooh) Pillow (Ooh), soft (Ooh) Mellow, soft (Soft like jello) Jello, soft (Touch me, touch me, baby; touch me, touch me)'

'Soft (Just like a) Pillow (It feels), soft (Your hands on my) Body (Don't it feel), soft (Oh) Wanna be soft'

Jey had Yasmine seeing stars at this point pummeled her inside of the couch like no one else would seeing her crumbling underneath him that's what he like to see.

It was becoming overwhelming for her as she tried to push him by his stomach to slow him down but he slapped her hand away from him digging his dick deeper inside of her gummy insides as she cried out his name.

"D-daddy! Pleases...I can't," Yasmine begged.

Jey shook his head, "Un-un, don't do that shit. What I tell yo' ass earlier?" Jey grunted slapping her left ass cheek again.

"N-no running...daddy please..." Jey didn't have time to hear her whining about him slowing down he was going fuck her the way he wanted to.

'I don't usually do this, but tonight I feel it's time Wanna just give it all to you when your hands on my thighs At night I fantasize about you when I close my eyes'

'Ooh, baby, I don't wanna wake up, wake up When you put it in, I can feel it in my veins, yeah I'm just like a junkie, I'm light as a feather Baby, I'm in Heaven (Heaven), baby, I lose my mind (Mind)'

Yasmine felt a knot in her stomach signaling that she was about to cum on this man, so she began rubbing her clit which Jey caught on removing her hand from her clit pinning it down as she whined some more. "I want you beg for it mama you ain't slick," at this point Yasmine had tears forming in her eyes wanted this to end.

His grip on her throat tightened slightly watching her mouth parted open as he spit inside of it circling his tongue inside of her mouth. "Talk to me baby, you wanna cum?" He cooed at her as she nodded her head begging for him to let her cum.

'Meet me on the other side, oh (Soft) If you wantin' all of me, you best take your time (Ah)'

"Please...can I cum daddy?...please..." Yasmine begged gazing into his eyes with her innocent eyes that he couldn't resist.

His movements became sloppier and sloppier every single thrust that he had given her feeling sweat dripping down from his body moving his hips deeper inside of her losing himself in her.

"Let's do it together princess," He loved her so much he didn't want to let her go.

'You know I got the recipe, Tuesday on your mind Quality like all my fine jewelry, body don't decline'

'Hurry up and get me home, 'cause I've been flowin' like a waterfall (Flowin', baby) Can't resist it, oh, I make it too hard, hard When you're with me it's never soft'

Jey had his eyes rolling in the back of his head losing control of all of his body cursing underneath his breath as he slammed inside of Yasmine one last time as they both let out a loud moan as they both came together.

Yasmine felt his warm seeds shooting ropes and ropes inside of her inner walls filling her up so good looking on seeing her milky cream mixed with his coating his dick so good.

'Oh (Soft) Oh (Soft) Oh (Oh, soft) Soft'

SMUT OVER Jey gently withdrew, noticing her body trembling after that powerful climax. He leaned in, planting soft, tender kisses across her skin to comfort her, all while lifting her effortlessly in a bridal carry and making his way upstairs to his bedroom.

Jey spent the remainder of the night showering her with tender kisses on her lips and cheeks, fully aware that she was now his for eternity.

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A/n: I'm back with an update :) but a few more chapters to go before ending this book sadly 🙂‍↕️ I know Melo finna crash out lol but who cares? 😭😭

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

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That Serengeti song that drops with that ballsy, bravado bass just after Carmy and Syd first meet, right after he runs his hand through his hajr, smiles, and says “Makin’ sandwiches” is so super sexy to me.

It’s setting the tone of their relationship and how they’re about to fuck up Richie’s system together. Both not sure why the other is really here but they get the other person is super romantic coded.

Carmy brought her in without telling anyone else which immediately becomes a moment of contention (the ballsy song) and Carmy reacting to Richie trying to charm her while taking shots at Carmy the whole time. You really see the two sides of Richie there.

What I’m saying is that this show uses music a lot as cues for foreshadowing, too? In such a masterful way.

That moment just before where Carmy first meets Syd is also completely a moment of quiet in the middle of all the chaos, too, which ties back to how later Carmy will think of Syd to recenter and find his peace.

The Counting Crows song A Murder of One in Apologies really sticks with me a lot and my hopes for S4. It’s literally a perfect summary of Carmy arc in S3 and his own hang ups and his feelings about Syd, his dreams for himself, foreshadowing the idea he’s become aware of his self-sabotage:

Blue morning, blue morning

Wrapped in strands of fist and bone

Curiosity, kitten

Doesn't have to mean you're on your own

You can look outside your window

He doesn't have to know

We can talk a while, baby

We can take it nice and slow

All your life is such a shame, shame, shame

All your love is just a dream, dream, dream

Well, are you happy where you're sleeping?

Does he keep you safe and warm?

Does he tell you when you're sorry?

Does he tell you when you're wrong?

Well, I've been watching you for hours

It's been years since we were born

We were perfect when we started

I've been wondering where we've gone

All your life is such a shame, shame, shame

All your love is just a dream, dream, dream

Well, I dreamt I saw you walking

Up a hillside in the snow

Casting shadows on the winter sky

As you stood there counting crows

One for sorrow, two for joy

Three for girls, and four for boys

Five for silver, six for gold

Seven for a secret never to be told

But there's a bird that nests inside you

Sleeping underneath your skin

Yeah, when you open up your wings to speak

I wish you'd let me in

Every song counts on The Bear.

Note: This is adding to what @ambeauty posted about Sydcarmy songs and how music serves as part of the story telling.

We all know that music is a very necessary part of television or any kind of motion picture for that matter, if for nothing else, for its aesthetic value. But many times it goes way beyond the aesthetics- it contributes to the mood, depth and even acts as a narrative device.

The Bear nails down the latter perfectly. Music in The Bear is not to be overlooked at all. It is in itself a conveyor of not just mood, depth and narration – but intention. It lets you know what these mostly quiet (haha) voices are really trying to say. It spells out the between the lines.

Storer establishes this firmly in The Bear’s pilot System. They come out swinging with giving us the music as its own voice.

After Carmy’s very lovely, not at all disturbing dream, we’re plunged right into his immediate, very frantic world at The Beef with “new noise” which later blends in perfectly with “old engine oil” while he tries to innovate in the midst of lack. The music is chaotic, it’s urgent. There’s Carmy running against time contrasted with visuals of old photos- time passed. There are no words but the music tells you that what’s happening here is an attempt to blend new ideas into an old system. The moment he catches a break, everything goes quiet.

After meeting with Syd and receiving some confidence boosting last words, Carmy is back in the kitchen to give some orders and get the day rolling. Don’t Give A Damn by Serengeti starts playing. Here’s part of the lyrics:

I personally view Serengeti’s music as Carmy’s main voice for season 1 (because it reads very stream-of-consciousness, is very attuned with his struggles of the day lyrically and always plays when he needs to be in control of the kitchen). Meanwhile he faces a lot of objections to the changes he’s trying to make but he is standing his ground. You can tell he doesn't have the utmost respect of the people he is dealing with but it’s clear that he’s the one in charge, regardless. The dominant voice. Until Richie appears, that is.

The change in the atmosphere as Richie enters The Beef is so jarring. It is immediately obvious that he's the favorite of the two in that kitchen. A new rock and roll song overpowers Serengeti (I tried to find out what song that was without any success). Notice how when they go into the walk in away from everyone else except Syd, the music goes quiet.

After Carmy takes a good shot at Richie with the subject of inheritance, Serengeti (Don’t Blame Steve) starts playing and a battle of voices and sounds ensue. It’s white millennial rap vs Gen X rock and roll and each song gets louder and dominates when the respective character is making their argument. This time Richie comes out on top, having the last word. Carmy is looking humiliated in front of his girl his new employee while Richie's Gen X rock and roll closes out the scene.

Later, when Carmy taste tests the new sandwich with The Beef staff, the same mix of “new noise” and “old engine oil" plays again in the same mix.

Also we see Tina trying to assert herself as well by putting on her own music on the stereo but Syd shuts it down immediately by manually turning it off, kind of foretelling how their own relationship will go.

The Bear wants you to understand that the music is saying something. It’s a part of the story in such an integral way. So we always have to take into consideration what the music is implying in any given scene. Storer is letting you know there’s nothing wasted, there’s nothing offhand.

Everything is intentional.

[daydreamerdrew]

Sgt. Fury and his Howling Commandoes (1963) #13

[kr-yoongi]

Draw Merlin looking up challenge: FAILED

[thelilylav]

I’ve gotta admit as much as I know Darabella is a flawed ship (and some of the ppl who are anti for it have legit criticisms I love y’all for pointing it out cause it frustrates the hell out of me too trust) they’ll always just kind of be it for me.

Because as much as it was an “I can fix him” trope, as much as Rosabella could be selfish and Daring’s flaws got cranked up to 1000, she was also the first person to look at him after his destiny, the thing he dedicated his life to, failed, when people were questioning him as a prince and putting pressure on his and Apple’s relationship and tell him that, like, maybe it would be alright? Maybe this wasn’t his destiny, and maybe that was okay.

And the part that really gets me? She’s the first person after this happens to tell him that it doesn’t matter what’s on the outside, which as much as you can like other Daring ships or him whatever he desperately needed to hear. Not even cause he was selfish, that’s not what I’m saying, but bc he placed his whole identity on this image that people concocted for him based on him appearing the perfect prince. He was handsome, he was talented, and he was handsome! So who cares about him as a person?

Idk man. You spend four seasons (I watch the specials on Netflix so that’s why four idk if it’s three to some ppl or whatever tho) watching him be praised for his looks, watching girls fawn over him, and of course he enjoys it so nobody really questions how much he enjoys it. And then you get this girl, this girl who owes him nothing, this girl who (contrary to popular belief apparently) has a life of her own and people she cares about outside of him, and she’s nice to him. And she’s the first person after everything happens to just be nice to him, for the sake of being nice. Something about that will always hit different for me

[gaywarcriminals]

Guys I’m obsessed with this fic

(LBH raised by TLJ in the human realm until the sects track them down when LBH is a teen and YQY kills TLJ. LBH hides his heritage and joins CQMS dead set on revenge. He’s faced with the obstacles of a supiciously nice sect leader and a milfy shizun)