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writingsoftarnishedsilver · 22 days ago

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hi hi i hope you’ve been well! i’m part of the itty-bitty titty committee and i’d love a fanfic abt seb comforting mc about it? i apologize if it’s a bit similar to your other request you recently fulfilled, but it’s been on my mind and your writing never fails to make me feel something. feel free to ignore this, but if you would be down then thank you so much in advance!

As You Are | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Hi anon! thank you so much for your message. I am so sorry it took so long for me to finish this for you, but I really hope you enjoy! This is my first fic in what feels like forever ;.; excited to be back to writing. Thank you everyone once again for your patience while I took time away.

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Words: ~6,800

Tags: Mentions of Smut, Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Romance, Love Confessions

The locker room reeks of sweat, grass, and wet wool. It's a thick, clinging fog of damp socks, muddy cleats, and overworked gear. The air is humid with steam from the showers hissing at the far end, and the stone bench beneath you is cold against the backs of your thighs. You peel your jersey over your head, grimacing as it sticks to your skin.

You’d taken a bludger to the ribs somewhere around the half hour mark on your left side, just under the padding. It’s already blooming into a dull ache, a reminder of how seriously your Beater takes practice. Still, it had been a good session.

Around you, laughter echoes off the tiled walls, bouncing down from the other end of the changing room. You don’t pay it much mind until you hear your name.

“Well, I’m just saying,” comes a teasing voice. A voice you'd recognize anywhere: Araminta Lawson, Seventh year, Slytherin, and a total bitch. “Being Hogwarts’ little golden girl doesn't exactly get you a golden rack, does it?”

Peals of laughter erupt from the Slytherin girls, sharp, bright, a little too loud to be casual.

“I mean, really,” Araminta continues, louder now. “You save the school, you beat Ranrok, you’re everyone’s favorite little do-gooder, but Merlin help her, she's flat as a board."

You keep your head down, jaw tight as you continue undressing. Socks off. Shin guards unclipped. Jersey folded.

You’ve been on Araminta’s bad side since day one. Maybe it was your spellwork. Maybe it was the way you handled the goblin rebellion. Or maybe it was because people liked you more than her, and you didn’t have to try so hard to get them to. Whatever the reason, her and her friends always find a reason to mock, whether it's your upbringing, your House, the way you braid your hair, or the even the way you grip your wand.

Normally, it’s annoying. Occasionally, it’s cruel. But it’s always manageable. You've gotten good at brushing it off. At rolling your eyes. At winning.

But this time... this time it hurts.

Because it’s true.

You know you're not the most... well endowed girl in your year. You’ve had the thought a hundred times in front of your dorm mirror. You know the shape of your own body better than anyone.

You cast a glance to the side before you can stop yourself.

Araminta is lounging across the bench like she’s in a catalogue for Witch Weekly: flawless skin, hair cascading in bouncy curls, her cleavage practically engineered for envy. She’s not even bothering to get dressed, as if she's daring you to look at her in her matching lace underwear.

Your stomach twists. You curse her perfect figure. Her perfect everything.

You turn sharply, towel clenched tight around you, and start toward the showers. The tile is cold beneath your feet, the hiss of water a welcome white noise. You think maybe it'll drown them out, muffle them, and you can just get through the next ten minutes without looking like a complete fool in front of people who would love to see it.

But the Slytherin girls aren't done with you yet.

“Oh, come off it,” Araminta says, loud enough to carry over the steam. “She thinks if she acts mysterious and noble for long enough, Sebastian’ll just fall into her lap.”

A few of the girls snicker. One of them sighs, dreamy and theatrical. “Oh Sebastian,” she coos. “Please overlook my tragically underwhelming bosom."

Laughter explodes.

“She’s been following him around like a lovesick Crup since fifth year,” says qnother. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Everyone knows she’s in love with him,” Araminta drawls. “But have you ever seen him flirt with her?”

Another girl laughs. “He probably wants someone he can actually get a handful of, not someone who disappears when she turns sideways.”

You step into the shower stall and yank the curtain shut, the thick plastic rings clattering against the metal bar. You twist the knob until scalding water crashes over your shoulders.

It’s too hot. It stings.

Good.

You tip your head back and let it soak through your hair, over your face, down your neck. You’re not crying. The sting in your eyes could be the heat.

Beyond the hiss of water, their voices continue, though now they’re not the only ones speaking.

“Oi, lay off it, Lawson,” snaps Dahlia Moon, your team's top Chaser. She’s never liked Araminta, and subtlety has never been her strong suit. “She’s a better flier than all of you combined. Maybe worry less about her bra size and more about how she scored twice today while you were still tying your boots.”

“Oh, someone’s got her knickers in a twist,” Araminta drawls, but there’s an edge to her voice now. "Relax, Moon. We’re only having a bit of fun.”

“Right, because tearing someone down behind their back is such a laugh,” Dahlia fires back.

“We all know why Araminta's such a bitch,” June, your backup Beater, snorts. “She’s still sore Sebastian doesn’t give her the time of day.”

Araminta scoffs. “Please. As if I care. I just think it’s weird how everyone pretends it’s normal, her following him around all the time. He’s obviously not interested.”

“That’s rich,” June cuts in, tone now fully scathing. “You tried to slip your number into his Defense textbook last year and you’ve been hovering around him since he hit his growth spurt year before last.”

Another round of halfsuppressed laughter rises, this time from your side of the room. You can almost hear Araminta bristle from behind the curtain.

“Oh, fuck off,” one of Araminta’s friends snaps. “You lot are just pissed because your little golden girl can’t handle a bit of honesty.”

“Honesty?” June echoes, incredulous. “You mean jealousy. That’s the word you’re looking for.”

There’s a sharp sound, maybe a locker slamming shut, maybe someone’s foot hitting the bench, and then silence. A thick, crackling silence. One you could slice open with a knife if you wanted to.

By now, your skin is burning. Bright red from the heat. You haven’t moved since stepping into the shower, haven’t adjusted the tap, haven’t washed your hair. You’ve just stood there, letting it pour over you.

Araminta finally snorts. “Whatever. Keep defending her if it makes you feel better,” she says, loud and flippant. “Doesn’t change the fact that she’s got no tits and he hasn’t made a move. Merlin, it’s been three years. If he wanted her, don’t you think he’d have done something by now?”

Silence.

Total.

No retort. No comeback. Not from Dahlia. Not from June. Not from anyone.

Because there isn’t one. Because it’s what you’ve thought, too.

A hundred times. A thousand. Every time Sebastian laughed with someone else. Every time his hand brushed yours and he didn’t hold on. Every time he looked at you and then looked away.

He's never treated you the way he does other girls. Like that Ravenclaw prefect. Or that Beauxbatons girl who’d practically climbed into his lap during the Triwizard exhibition last winter.

Araminta might be cruel, but what if she's right?

You think of Sebastian—his crooked grin, the way his brow furrows when he’s pretending not to worry about you, the rare softness in his voice when it’s just the two of you. The way he always insists on standing on the outside edge of the corridor, between you and the cold drafty stone. The way his shoulder brushes yours when you sit beside him, and he never moves away. Of the way your heart stumbles every time he says your name.

But if there was something there, anything real, wouldn’t he have acted on it by now?

You stand there under the water until the last voices fade and the water runs cold and the ache in your ribs has dulled into something distant.

You shut off the tap and wring out your hair with numb fingers. You dry off and dress in silence, pulling your clothes on in automatic motions. Undergarments. Uniform. Boots. Wand clipped at your hip.

You avoid the mirror.

When you step out into the corridor, you see him right away.

Sebastian Sallow. Leaning against the stone just a few feet away from the door, arms crossed, one knee bent and boot resting against the wall behind. His shirt is still a little wrinkled. Hair still damp. His eyes lift the moment he hears the door, and they light up when they land on you.

“There she is,” he says, voice warm. Familiar. “I was starting to think you'd drowned in there,” he adds with a crooked grin.

You manage a small smile, more habit than emotion. “Just taking my time.”

He uncrosses his arms, stepping toward you. His eyes roam your face like he’s trying to read something in it.

“You alright?”

“Fine,” you say too quickly. “Long practice.”

He doesn’t look convinced. Not even a little.

“You sure? You’re being weird. Quiet weird. Not, you know, charming weird.”

You huff a laugh through your nose and shake your head, already turning away, already putting distance between his familiar gaze and the ache in your chest.

“I'm fine, Sebastian.”

He falls into step beside you like always, hands tucked into his pockets, shoulder brushing yours lightly like usual. But this time, you shift half a step away, just enough that the contact doesn’t linger.

He notices, because of course he does.

"Was it that Bludger?" He asks, voice gentler now. "You took a pretty nasty hit out there."

You glance over at him briefly. His brow is knit with that familiar line of worry.

Your ribs do still ache, a slow pulse beneath your uniform, but that isn’t what’s hurting most.

“It’s fine,” you murmur. “Just a bruise.”

The corridor winds ahead of you, long and dim, and the muffled sounds of the Great Hall are growing louder with every step—plates clinking, laughter rising, the low thrum of hundreds of conversations blending into a warm, golden haze.

You’re grateful for the noise. It’s a welcome kind of chaos, one you can disappear into.

You move quickly, weaving through the crowd with purpose, ducking toward your table before Sebastian can say anything else. Before he can interrogate you any further.

Your usual seat is open and you slide into it like it’s second nature, already reaching for the bread basket and pretending you didn’t just leave half your soul behind in the showers.

Ominis glances up from his plate, tilting his head toward the sound of your arrival. “You’re late,” he says, wry as always. “I was beginning to suspect Sebastian had finally convinced you to elope.”

Ominis is always like this. Dry, unbothered, maddeningly perceptive. Normally, you’d roll your eyes and volley something back, but tonight, the words hit differently. They land like a stone in your gut.

You manage a half hearted snort.

“Sorry. Took longer than I thought to clean up.”

Sebastian settles beside you, close enough that his knee nudges yours under the table. He spoons mashed potatoes onto your plate without asking.

"I think the castle is probably all out of hot water after the shower she took," he says, and that crooked grin is back in his voice, the same one that usually makes your chest flutter.

You hum in response—neither agreeing nor disagreeing—as you pull apart a roll with too much focus.

Ominis, not missing a beat, arches a brow. “If she’s been hiding a secret lover in the girls' locker room, I’ll be terribly disappointed not to have known.”

Garreth lets out a loud laugh. “What if she is the secret lover?"

The conversation spins on without you, quick and easy and full of friendly jabs. Natty makes some joke about Quidditch scandals and changing room hookups. Garreth chimes in with something ridiculous about charming the snitch to read love letters. Ominis murmurs that if anyone’s writing poetry in your honor, he hopes for the good of the school that it stays unpublished.

But all you can focus on is Sebastian’s thigh, warm and solid against yours, his knee brushing your leg each time he shifts. The way his arm bumps yours now and then as he leans forward to pass something. The smell of him—fresh soap, warm spices, woodfire and cedar—wraps around you like a second cloak. Familiar. Comfortable. Crushing.

It’s all too much. And yet not enough.

You pick at your food. Push peas across your plate. Nod along with half the jokes and forget them the second they pass. You don’t look up once, even though you can feel Sebastian glancing at you again and again.

He’s trying to be subtle. He’s never been good at subtle.

Eventually, the meal winds down. Someone complains about homework. Natty starts organizing the group for a study session later. Ominis mentions needing to speak with Professor Sharp. People shift, stand, collect their things.

You stand too.

“Gonna head out for a bit,” you say, trying for casual.

“To the common room?” Natty asks.

You shake your head. “Nah. Just… need a walk.”

Sebastian straightens beside you, instinctively ready to follow. “Want company?”

You pause jst long enough to be noticeable. “I’m alright.”

His brow furrows, but he doesn’t stop you.

You leave the hall quickly, the chatter fading behind you as your footsteps echo down the corridor. You don’t know where you’re going until your feet take you there.

The Room of Requirement opens for you without hesitation.

Inside, it’s quiet. Dimly lit. Calming. Filled with warm ambient light and shelves lined with books you haven’t touched in weeks.

You cross to the center of the room and sit down heavily on the edge of the rug, tugging your knees up to your chest. The silence wraps around you like a blanket too thin to keep out the cold.

Your breath shakes. Not quite a sob, not quite steady. You close your eyes and press your palms into them, like maybe you can push Araminta’s voice out of your head if you try hard enough.

After a while, maybe ten minutes, maybe more, you hear soft footsteps behind you. You lift your head just enough to see Deek approaching, small and quiet as ever. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t ask questions. He simply places a steaming cup of tea on the floor beside you.

You manage a soft “thank you” and Deek offers a smile before turning away and disappearing into one of the vivariums. The door clicks shut behind him, and the Room is yours again.

You take the mug in both hands and pull it close to your chest, letting the heat seep into your fingers, though it does little to warm the hollow space inside you.

“She’s got no tits and he hasn’t made a move. Merlin, it’s been three years. If he wanted her, don’t you think he’d have done something by now?”

You blink hard, willing, in vain, the sting in your eyes to go away.

You’ve always been aware of your chest. Or lack thereof.

Since you were thirteen and the other girls started filling out but you didn’t. When you stood in front of the mirror and tugged at your shirt, trying to convince yourself it would happen eventually. That you were just a late bloomer. That maybe tomorrow, you’d wake up different.

But you never did.

You’ve laughed it off before. Made the jokes first to dull the sting. “President of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee,” you once said to Natty, trying to sound proud of the title, like it didn’t bother you. Like you were above it.

You’re not.

You’ve tried to believe it didn’t matter. That you were more than a body. That anyone who cared about your figure didn’t deserve you anyway. That if someone really liked you—if Sebastian really liked you—it wouldn’t matter.

But maybe it does. Maybe it always has.

It’s stupid. It’s shallow. You know that.

But you still think about it. Every time you see Sebastian laugh with someone else. Every time he leans just a little too close to a girl with long lashes and a low cut top. Every time he’s charming and flirtatious and never quite like that with you.

He’s always been warm. Protective. Devoted, even. But not hungry. Not drawn.

You’ve wondered endlessly if he just doesn’t see you that way because you don’t look the way girls are supposed to. You’ve wondered if maybe something in his brain just registers you as... not woman enough. Not desirable enough.

Not enough to be looked at the way Sebastian looks at other girls.

You lift the tea to your lips, finally, and sip. It’s perfect. Warm, sweet, soothing, and yet your throat still aches.

Then the door creaks open.

You don't turn to look. You don't need to. You’d know the sound of his gait anywhere.

Sebastian closes the door behind him. Then nothing.

For a long moment, he just stands there. You can feel his presence settle into the room like a weight.

Your hands tighten around your mug.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. He’s waiting.

So you save him the trouble.

“I don’t want to talk.”

There’s a pause.

“Too bad.”

You glance sideways, finally.

Sebastian’s standing just a few feet away now, arms crossed, brows drawn tight with worry.

“I know something's wrong,” he say. Like it’s a fact. Like it’s gravity. "You're too quiet. You barely ate. You didn’t look at me once at dinner. Whatever's going on, you can tell me, surely you know that, don't you?"

You do know. You’ve always known. Sebastian’s loyalty is a force of nature. When he cares, he does so completely. Fiercely. Sometimes recklessly.

But this isn't the kind of problem you can solve with loyalty.

This isn’t a wound to be mended with spellwork or a curse to unravel or a duel to win. It’s not something he can fight for you, or bleed for, or throw himself in front of like he always does.

This is you.

Your body. Your feelings. Your insecurities. A thousand tiny hurts stitched into the shape of a girl who’s been pretending they don’t matter for years.

You draw a shaky breath. Your fingers curl tighter around your tea.

"Sebastian, seriously, I'm fine," You swallow. "And... honestly, you won't understand anyway."

Sebastian’s jaw tenses. He looks like a boy who’s just been handed a locked door and decided he will find a way in.

“Try me."

You exhale, long and slow. There’s no point in fighting him. You knew the second the door opened and you heard his footsteps that this would happen. That he wouldn’t let it go.

He never does.

You shift, drawing your knees up tighter and setting your tea on the floor beside you. He watches, waiting, and when you say nothing, he lowers himself to sit on the rug across from you, legs folded, hands loosely clasped in front of him like he’s settling in for something important.

You run a hand down your face. “It’s not that big a deal,” you mutter, already bracing yourself. “It was just the Slytherin girls. Again.”

Sebastian snorts immediately. “Merlin, again?”

You don’t respond.

He narrows his eyes a little. “You usually handle them fine. You’ve shut Araminta down with a single look more times than I can count. So what’d she do this time?”

You shrug, trying to wave it off. “Nothing. They were just being rude. Like always.”

He doesn’t budge.

“Rude how?”

It’s a simple question, but it cracks something. You press your lips together, tighten your grip around your knee.

“They just ran their mouths,” you say, feigning indifference. “Same old stuff. Gossip, snide comments. It’s fine.”

“...What did they say?”

You look anywhere but at him. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It clearly matters."

You bristle, even though he’s right.

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“And yet here we are.”

Your eyes snap back to his, and there’s no teasing in them. Just patience. Frustrating, infuriating, endearing patience.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Hard. The words press at the back of your throat, hot and heavy, but you force them out through clenched teeth: measured, sarcastic, like if you keep the delivery casual enough, it won’t sound like it hurt.

“They were just talking shit,” you say finally. “Apparently my bra size is now a matter of great public concern.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows shoot up, and for a second he looks so baffled it might almost be funny.

“What?”

You shrug like it doesn’t matter. Like your heart isn’t thudding against your ribs like a trapped bird. “I don’t know. Araminta was bored, I guess. It’s not a big deal."

Sebastian blinks like he’s been hit with a stupefy. “...What exactly did they say?”

"Oh, you know... how I'm flat as a board, how there's nothing to grab, how I 'disappear when I turn sideways’—you know, classic material.”

Sebastian doesn’t respond. He’s gone very still, gaze fixed on you now with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.

You try to wave him off. “Don’t make a thing out of it. Honestly, they're clearly running out of material if that’s the most scandalous thing they can come up with.”

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Sebastian-”

“No, really.” His voice is deceptively calm, but there’s fire behind it. You know this look. It's the one he gets right before he does something stupid and noble in equal measure. The one he carries into every duel, every injustice, every time someone crosses a line.

“Don’t,” you warn, lifting a finger. “Do not go marching into the Slytherin common room.”

He drags a hand through his hair, agitated, like he’s weighing whether the impending detention would be worth it, and you both know he thinks it would be.

“I’m serious,” you say, sharper now. “Do not make this worse.”

Sebastian exhales through his nose. “They made you feel like shit. That is worse.”

You shake your head, laughing wryly. “They didn’t say anything I didn't already know. I already felt this way as it was.”

The words slip out before you can stop them, and you immediately wish you could swallow them back.

Sebastian stills.

“What?"

You sigh, "Forget it, it’s nothing—

“No—"

"Sebastian, seriously—"

"No." His voice hardens. "What do you mean you already felt that way?"

You press your forehead to your knees, wishing the stone floor would just crack open and swallow you whole.

“I mean,” you mumble, “that they weren’t wrong.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the words tumbling out in pieces now, brittle and half-formed. “It’s not like I haven’t thought it before. That I’m... not like them. That I don’t look like them. There’s nothing about me that stands out. Nothing that makes anyone stop and stare.”

You take a breath. Your voice wavers, but you push through.

“I’ve seen the way people look at girls like Araminta. The way they light up a room. The way they get picked, noticed. And me? I just...” You try to laugh, but it catches. “Apparently, I vanish if I turn sideways. So.”

It’s meant to be funny. It lands like a bruise.

“They didn’t say anything I haven’t already thought." You finish quietly. "They just said it out loud. And now it’s stuck in my head.”

Sebastian is quiet for too long.

When you finally lift your head, just enough to glance at him, he looks stunned. His brows are knit in disbelief, mouth slightly open, as though he can’t decide if he’s more angry or heartbroken. And beneath it all… he’s blushing.

His ears are a little pink, and there’s a faint flush creeping up his neck like he’s just realized the topic of conversation has wandered somewhere deeply personal, uncharted territory neither of you has dared step into before.

His lips part like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. He falters, blinks, then tries again.

“That’s…” he starts, then shakes his head, clearly flustered. “That’s bloody ridiculous.”

He throws his hands slightly in the air, eyes still wide, voice too loud in the quiet room. “You honestly think no one notices you?”

You just stare.

Sebastian scoffs, incredulous. “People notice. I notice. I—everyone—”

He stops himself suddenly, the momentum catching up to him, and scrubs a hand over his mouth. “I mean… not that it matters what I notice, just—” He clears his throat, stiffly. “Araminta has no bloody clue what she’s talking about. Guys aren’t as shallow as she makes us out to be. I mean, yeah—sure, some of them are idiots., but most of us aren't just basing our feelings on whether or not a girl has...” He gestures vaguely, helplessly, as if trying not to say big boobs out loud.

You raise an eyebrow, weary and unconvinced, the silence stretching between you like a challenge you’re too tired to issue.

Sebastian shifts where he sits, fidgeting like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “Look, I just mean—bloody hell, they’re so wrong. About all of it. It’s not some universal law. You can’t just measure worth like that."

You give a quiet, tired laugh. “Yeah, well... I don't know about that.'

Sebastian frowns. “Why not?”

You hesitate.

“They... brought up the guy I like.”

His face shifts, just a flicker, but you see it. He schools it quickly.

“A guy... you like?”

You nod, staring at your hands now. “Said he’d never go for someone like me. That if he was going to, he’d have done it by now.” You laugh, tired and bitter. “They’re not wrong. It’s been years. And he’s never once—” You shake your head. “Not even a hint. It’s just… not happening.”

You glance up, and Sebastian is staring at you like you just told him the sky’s not blue anymore.

You watch as the color drains slightly from his face, the flush fading from his cheeks and settling somewhere behind his eyes instead.

“Wait,” he says, voice low and a little hoarse. “Years?”

You suddenly realize how much you’ve said. How fast it came out. And how dangerously close you’ve drifted toward the truth.

Shit.

Your face burns as the heat rushes to your cheeks.

“You’ve liked someone,” he says again slowly, “for years. And you never told me?”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. His expression flickers. You don’t know what part of him takes the hit first: his stomach, his heart, his ego, but you see the impact. You see it in the way he goes still again, hands clenched together, throat bobbing as he swallows hard.

“And...” he starts, voice quiet now. “Is he... is he a complete idiot?”

You blink. “What?”

He lets out a breath that almost could’ve been a laugh if it weren’t so shaky. “Because if it’s been years, and you’re sitting here thinking you’re not enough, then he’s either blind, cursed, or the biggest idiot of all time.”

You laugh, short and incredulous, before you can stop it. It’s not funny. Not really. But the irony is so thick you could bottle it.

Sebastian frowns. "...What?"

You press your lips together, shaking your head as the laughter fizzles out into a sigh. “Nothing,” you say. "It's just not as simple as you're making it sound."

He narrows his eyes. “Doesn’t sound complicated. You like someone. You’ve liked him for years. You’re brilliant and kind and brave and you make people better just by being around them. That should be simple.”

You shake your head. “Yeah well... none of that matters when the person you're in love with doesn’t feel the same.”

He holds your gaze. You can practically see him digesting the fact that you love someone.

“...Do I know him?”

You hesitate. That's kind of the problem.

“I— Sebastian, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t ask.”

He searches your face. “Why not?”

“Because you’re not supposed to know,” you hiss. “Because I wasn’t supposed to say anything. And now I have, and if I say any more—”

You stop. Clench your jaw. Shake your head.

But Sebastian is already sitting straighter. Already leaning closer, just slightly, like he can’t help it. Like your answer is a thread he's already started pulling, and now he can't stop.

“Alright,” he says, slowly, measured. “Alright. I won’t ask.”

You almost exhale with relief.

“I’ll just guess.”

Your heart lurches. “Sebastian—”

“No, no,” he insists. “Let me try."

You can see the way he’s watching you now, like he’s sifting through every name, every interaction you’ve ever had in front of him, lining guys up like suspects.

"It’s someone from school, obviously," he says. "Someone in our year? Or older? You're the type that'd like a bloke that's mature..." He squints a little. "Is it Professor Sharp's apprentice?"

You give him a flat look. “That’s illegal, Sebastian.”

He holds up his hands. “Just eliminating possibilities.”

You can tell he's still trying to keep it light, still clinging to the edges of humor like it's armor, but the tightness in his jaw remains.

“Okay,” he tries again. "So... someone in our year. And you've liked them for years so it's someone we see often. Someone who’s... what? Clever? You like clever.”

You give him a look, but you don’t argue.

“And funny,” he continues, nodding to himself.

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you profiling my type?”

He hums under his breath then starts muttering names.

“Not Leander. You threatened to shove his wand up his nose last year... maybe Amit?” Sebastian frowns. “No. You’d crush him. And..." Sebastian tilts his head slightly, looking at you like he’s seeing you through a new lens, puzzling out some terrible equation he doesn’t want to solve.

“Garreth.” he says suddenly.

You blink. “What about him?”

“I mean, he is clever,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Annoying, yeah, but clever—"

“Sebastian—”

"—you sit next to him in Potions. You share notes. He makes you laugh, doesn’t he? Merlin, he gave you chocolate on your birthday, didn’t he?”

You stare. “He gives everyone chocolate on their birthday. It’s what he does.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “Seriously, have you... have you liked Garreth this whole time?”

Your face scrunches in disgust. “Sebastian, no, Garreth is like a brother to me.”

The effect is immediate. Sebastian’s entire posture uncoils. His shoulders drop. His expression loosens with visible relief.

“Oh. Okay, okay... Good.”

You tilt your head. “Good?”

He blinks. “I mean, not that it would’ve been bad, I just—” He gestures vaguely. “I just… couldn’t see it. That’s all. You and Garreth. Doesn’t track.”

You raise a brow, but he’s already shifting again, visibly determined to move the conversation forward.

“So it's not Garreth, Amit, or Leander. And it’s someone you didn’t want to say anything to. Which means it’s probably someone who matters to you. Someone you were scared to lose.”

Your throat tightens.

“Someone... stable,” he continues. "Someone who listens. Loyal. Kind. And a little intense. I mean let’s face it, you’ve never been into boring.” He flashes you a quick, sidelong glance. “Which eliminates like, half the blokes in our year.”

You don't respond, just hug your knees tighter.

“So," he mutters, gaze distant now. "maybe he’s so used to having you around that he just... doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.”

You press your forehead into your knees again. Shit. He's getting close, too close, and you can feel it, like the floor under this entire conversation is starting to give.

“Sebastian—”

He holds up a hand. “No, no, wait, I’m on a roll.”

You groan into your arms, “Sebastian, please—”

“He must be someone you trust. Someone you spend a lot of time with," he pauses, brow furrowing in consideration. "...Is it someone I’d hex if I knew? Would I be mad if I found out who it was?”

You freeze. How do you answer that when the person you’re in love with is him?

But Sebastian watches your reaction. Sees the stillness, the tension in your shoulders, and you feel it, the way the air changes like the thread he’s been pulling has suddenly snapped taut.

“Oh,” he says, softly. Too softly. You can see the way his posture shifts, the way his mouth parts like he’s putting it all together and arriving at the wrong conclusion.

Fuck.

"Wait, Sebastian you don't understand—"

“Merlin’s beard…” he mutters. “You like Ominis, don’t you?”

You jerk upright, staring at him. “What?! No!”

But Sebastian is already spiraling.

“I mean, I guess it makes sense,” he says, hands gesturing wildly as he starts pacing in a circle. “He’s calm. Thoughtful. Tragic. Girls love that. He’s got that whole brooding pure-blood heir thing going for him—”

“Wait!”

“—and he listens, and h's polite, and he never says anything idiotic, and—bloody hell, you would go for Ominis, wouldn’t you? You two always sneak off to talk in the library to talk about ancient magic theory stuff. And you’re always looking at him like he’s saying something brilliant—”

“Sebastian!”

He doesn't listen.

“I don’t blame you, you know. Really. He’s the better choice. I get that. I do. He’s a Gaunt with Ministry connections and a bloody fortune, not to mention he actually knows how to shut up when he's supposed to."

You stand too, cutting him off before he works himself into another full sentence. “Sebastian, for fuck's sake it’s not Ominis!”

That finally stops him.

He turns to you, and you stare at each other, him with his eyes wide, mouth still half open from the rant he hadn’t finished, and you with your chest heaving, heart racing, the blood pounding in your ears.

“It’s not Ominis," you say again. "I love him, but not like that. Not even remotely. Not ever.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. But the storm clouds behind his eyes don’t fully clear. “Then… why did you look like that? Why... why did you think I'd be mad if I knew who it was?! Nobody else fits the profile!"

Your heart leaps into your throat. There is someone else that fits the profile. There is exactly one, and he’s standing right in front of you, eyes wide, every line in his body pulled taut with tension as the gears in his head begin to turn.

You can see it. And you start to panic.

Your hands begin to shake. You don’t know if it’s adrenaline or dread, but you can feel it in your fingertips, a restless tremor that has nowhere to go.

You take a step back. Not far, just enough to feel the air between you again, to breathe. Because this wasn’t how you imagined it.

If you ever told him, it was supposed to be quiet. Thoughtful. Gentle. Not like this. Not cornered in the Room of Requirement with your heart practically bleeding out between sentences, your chest heaving and your voice splintering every time he looks at you.

And he is looking at you. Staring at you like you’re not the same person he walked in after. Like he’s watching something fall apart and come together at the same time.

And then, quietly, so quietly it barely makes it past the space between you, he says, “Holy fuck…”

You flinch.

“You mean me?”

You can’t look at him. You can't. And when he takes a step forward, you instintively take a step back.

But you nod.

Just once.

He breathes in like the room has punched him. His voice is smaller now. “How long?”

Your throat is dry. “Fifth year.”

The silence that follows is a vacuum.

A black hole in your chest.

This is it. This is where the floor gives out. This is where everything breaks—your friendship, your years together, the late nights in the Undercroft and the whispered laughter in empty hallways. All of it shattered because you said too much. Because you couldn’t keep it inside.

And you always knew would happen—that the moment the truth left your mouth, the dynamic you’d built together would crack down the middle. That you’d ruin everything.

Your best friend. The person you loved more than anything. And now—

He laughs.

You blink. Disoriented. Did you just hallucinate that?

He laughs again, louder this time, and there’s no cruelty in it. No it's... It’s stunned. Relieved. Almost breathless. And when he speaks, he sounds like he’s trying not to let the joy in his chest burst out all at once.

“Merlin’s bloody balls, I must be the biggest idiot of all time.”

Your head snaps up.

Sebastian is grinning. Absolutely beaming. His hand runs through his hair like he’s trying to smooth out the disbelief crackling across his entire body.

“I love you too." He laughs. "Fuck, that's feels so good to say out loud."

You stare at him.

“But...” your voice is small, scared still. “You never made a move. You never even looked at me like, like I was—”

He cuts you off, incredulous. “—Because I thought I couldn’t have you!"

You blink, stunned.

“I didn’t think someone like you could feel that way about me,” he goes on, a little breathless. “And now I find out you’ve been walking around thinking you’re not enough? That you’re not, what? Womanly enough? Desirable enough?"

He shakes his head, jaw tight now.

“You say you disappear,” he says. “But I’ve never once walked into a room and not seen you. You’re the only one I ever see. I’ve loved you exactly as you are since the day you stepped into Hogwarts.”

A stunned breath escapes you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he says. “Gorgeous. Clever. Brilliant. And you’re hot as hell, if we’re being honest.”

You laugh. It bubbles up without your permission, cracked at the edges and filled with something new.

Hope.

Sebastian steps closer again, and this time, you don’t retreat.

"I mean for fuck's sake, have you seen yourself?” he says, like he’s the one overwhelmed now. “Do you know what it's like?"

You stare up at him, breath caught in your throat, and suddenly his hands reaching for you, one hovering near your jaw, the other ghosting over your waist.

“I’ve been trying not to stare at you since fifth year,” he says, voice rough now. “Trying not to imagine things I shouldn’t. Wondering how soft your skin is. If you’d ever let me touch you. Wondering what you’d look like with your shirt off—”

You let out a broken sound, something between a breath and a laugh,

His voice lowers. “I’m serious. I’ve dreamed about it. About you. Your body. The way you move. The way your jumper clings to your chest when you come in from the cold. The way you stretch after long practices. Merlin, the shape of you makes me crazy.”

He looks at you then, eyes burning with something unguarded. Something real.

“I love your body. I love you. Exactly how you are. I wouldn’t change a single fucking thing. And if you don’t believe me,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, “just say the word. And when you’re ready… I’ll show you.”

Your breath catches.

“How much I love every part of you,” he continues. “How perfect you are. Especially—” he huffs, a little laugh of disbelief, like he still can’t fathom you ever doubting it “—especially your boobs. I’ve imagined them more times than I should probably admit.”

Your cheeks flush, but the look in his eyes is steady. Heated, yes, but also tender.

“I bet they’d fit in my hands like they were made for me,” he adds, eyes flicking to your lips, then back to your eyes. “Bet they’d feel even better in my mouth.”

You make a small, shocked sound at that, and he smiles. A little wicked. A little breathless.

“And I’ll tell you again,” he says, voice a whisper now. “As many times as it takes. You’re beautiful. And I’m yours. Merlin, I love you."

He reaches up, brushing his fingers along your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

You lean in.

And then his mouth is on yours.

The kiss is everything. Urgent and aching, slow and desperate. His hands cradle your face, and when your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, he groans low and rough, and deepens the kiss like he’s just realized he can.

He pulls back only when you’re both breathless, and even then, he doesn’t go far. His forehead presses to yours.

"I love you."

You laugh softly, and it feels like the sound has been buried in your chest for years just waiting to be set free. You touch his face, thumb brushing gently over his cheekbone, and say it. Quietly, surely.

“I love you too.”

Through his smile, he kisses your cheek, then your temple, then your mouth again, softer this time, like he’s sealing a promise between you.

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marzipanandminutiae · 2 months ago

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someone tried to come at me on Reddit with "you didn't even support artists before AI; you just want to feel superior!"

my good bitch

tell that to the fanfic illustration I commissioned from my friend years ago

and the Mary Syring print on my wall

my three porcelain BJDs

the custom faceups on my resin BJDs

the doll restoration artist who is currently working on one of my antiques

the custom corset I lost in the fire

the print propped up on my bookcase that I got because it looks like technicolor Edith Cushing

the sticker I bought at Pride Fest last year

and other smaller things, ways we all support artists even without buying directly from them: buying things they licensed and get royalties for. even now, almost every decorated object you own was designed by a human artist. journal with a pretty cover? wall calendar? hair clips from CVS? book illustrations? clothing? film and tv writing? human artists touch every aspect of our lives, in ways we can't even realize

and that. is why keeping AI down is important. because all of those things we don't think about- that's how people make a living from creating art, generally speaking

that's what companies want to use AI for. because it's cheap in cash, and the human cost means nothing to them. and if you use it, you tell them that it's a profitable technology, encourage them to keep pushing it forward, and help it "learn"

thus destroying artists' livelihoods

#fuck ai #anti ai #fuck generative ai #ai bullshit

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shanastoryteller · 2 months ago

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this is NOT a request for u to hurry finishing up the new chapter for siat (bc people who do that are ungrateful brats) but a genuine question. Do you feel even less drawn to it right now (spn brain aside) because of what JKR has done to English politics and the lives of trans women? Because I think it would be completely understandable if you felt this was ur final straw to not finish it but I would also get the opposite of it being ‘now there’s even more reason to finish it’ I think both viewpoints are valid and have their reasonings and this is really truly not in any way meant to be a “why isn’t there a new chapter yet!!:(((“ ask I’m just curious what HP fanfic writers (especially someone as well known as you) make of this as I keep seeing posts going around of the “if u still read/write HP fanfic you’re a terf too” variety and I just…disagree with that but also see where they come from (aka helping the fandom stay relevant. But even if we all quit reading and writing fanfic, HP would still be popular and imo the dent fanfic makes isn’t that big in the fandom bc locals still love HP and most people who now read fanfic hate JKR and wouldn’t actually read her books/buy merch)

Regardless of what you decide, know your Audience is behind you,100%. Hell, you dragged most of us (me included) back into Supernatural. I’m excited for the new chapter of tgp!! 💖💖

Thank you for all your words, whatever fandom they may come in (I.e I found you years ago because of your teen wolf fic specifically embers embers but stayed through so many fandoms and even read some I know nothing about) you are a beacon of light in this world and I treasure each of your works truly and with all my heart

thank you, this is a really sweet and nice way of asking, i'm so glad you enjoy my writing <3

but honestly: nah lol

jkr is shit and so are all of her opinions. the influence she has on government sucks and i personally think it's best to avoid giving her money, but i'm not pocketwatching other people

siat, which is a very popular hp fic, is 8 years old and has 2.8 million hits

in 2023 alone, 9.6 million people visited universal studios hollywood, the home of the wizarding world of harry potter

people should engage with media in whatever manner they feel most comfortable and sparks the most joy. but the idea that fanfic is a significant contributor to the cultural zeitgeist is just stupid

siat's on the to do list, i've just been infected with spn brainworms and wbt is also on the list but i feel more compelled to work on that one than siat just because huge chunks of it are already written so it seems a little silly to drag my feet as much as i have, plus at the time it had been a year since i posted the first chapter and i was like. ok come on let's go this is getting ridiculous

it's a goal to get back into a regular update cadence with siat. i'm not tired of it, i don't hate it, i still have an outline and know we're i'm going

it's partially that we're in sort of a tricky part to write, since it's about when a bunch of threads are about to come together and i don't want to fuck it up, and also that demands for updates honest to god really do kill my motivation to work on it. it's not punishment, i'm not trying to be a bitch, but i love the story and want to love sharing it with you, but being treated like a dispenser of fic, or like i owe people something and i'm somehow being selfish or inconsiderate by having fun writing what i want to write, really honestly just kills that. i don't want to write with that in the back of my head

people ask me about siat updates a lot. i don't post anything close to all of them. and if it was just "love the story can't wait to see what happens next!" that wouldn't be a problem, that's nice, i like that people are engaged and interested in what's to come

but a litany of "when will this update?" "is this abandoned?" "what about siat :(" "i don't care about x, why aren't you working on siat?" "you haven't updated siat in a while..." "why haven't you updated siat?" just makes me feel kinda bitter. which isn't a place i want to write from

it will be updated. i probably won't write the next chapter straight through and will alternate with tgp or wbt or whatever, but it's honestly just a mix of brainworms and having a lot of fun with these blorbos and wanting to have be in the right mindset while i write

#asks #anon

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kirqro · 1 year ago

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི’ Streamer!Ellie

warnings || none !!

lower case intended

{ I LOVE streamer els :’( }

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who's set up is either a really shitty web cam or top tier. Either way she def takes pride in it !

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who watches shitty reality tv shows on stream and her reactions to the scenes def had a part of her blowing up.

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✮ streamer!ellie ' was really insecure when she was just starting out streaming , like poor baby would tape up her camera up in fear it would randomly turn on ;((

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who after hitting a milestone finally did a face reveal and was shaking in her boots.

She was just yapping to yap lwky.. because of how nervous she is

"So chat are we perhaps rocking with my outfit !"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who fucks around with her soundboard way to much ..

like baby be pushing buttons at the wrong time

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who be fighting with her viewers sometimes..

'@elliesbigfatlefttoe - Ellie why can I SEE your armpit hair peaking out bae..'

SHE SNAPS BACK SOO QUICK

"BIG FAT WHAT? .. The fuck come bite it off for me then weirdo"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who plays a variety of games from Minecraft , Valorant , Roblox , Fortnite [ she gets called dog water by random 10 year olds.. (╥﹏╥) ] a bunch of random horror games and some rpg games.

She also does chill talking streams & random reaction videos.

LMAO SHE DEF READS FANFICS ABT HERSELFF

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who EATS on fashion famous

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✮ streamer!ellie ' gets herself into random ass twitter beef and just takes all the roast she gets by 10 year old arianators..

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✮ streamer!ellie ' is really just a big loser

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who after she blew up needed to introduce you to her stream , or at least make it known shes MARRIED.

ellie randomly drops the gf bomb on everyone on a random thursday stream outta no where..

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It was a pretty chill just chatting stream

when ellie started to give her viewers a ring tour. the pads of her fingers brushed against a certain ring on her left hand . a smirk could be seen adoring ellie's face while she slipped it off and tried to be a lil beauty guru showing the ring off.

up close in action shots as she called it..

"It's a promise ring with the wifey you know !" she said with pride forming inside her chest and a smile falling on her face.

Tik tok and wlw twitter sighed that day..

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who soft launches you and your identity.

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves when you sit in her streaming room with her ! although she tends to get a bit shy knowing your presence is there

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who talks the most shit with you about petty drama in her community ..

"babe you'll never guess who got cancelled .."

before you could even open up your lips to ask her what happened she cut you off in an instant

"bro that dyke abigail , her ex came forward saying she gave her fucking chlamydia.. goodness dirty ass bitch"

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves the way you love her. she can't ever seem to really wrap her mind around the fact that you've really stuck around with her for this long!

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who is wife !!

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Hii bbys I acc had sm fun writing this ! soo again maybe part two ?

Again requests are wide open so pls send some !!

ILYSMM and TYSM for reading !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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daily click for Palestine !!

from the river to the sea Palestine WILL be free!! 🍉

#streamer!ellie #Ellie fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou #ellie williams #TLOU fluff #last of us fic #»-♡→ ‘ Cupid yaps #abby x reader #abby fluff #i love youu

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hylianane · 7 months ago

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I have an opinion about Holly Kujo and I’m a little scared cause I dont know the Jojo fandom enough to come in with what I think is a hot take.

I’ve noticed that, in fanworks, a lot of people portray Holly as tougher than she is in the show. And it makes sense, cause the idea of her being so weak-willed that she couldn’t handle a stand when even baby Shizuka could manifest one is kinda bs and a testament to Araki not being very confident with writing women at the time (thank GOD he got better though, so, so much better).

But. What always gets me is when her relationship with Jotaro is written to be a little more standard, still loving but with the child having a healthy fear of their mom’s anger- unlike what we see in Stardust, with him constantly being a brat, calling her “bitch” and her shrugging it off with an “Okay!”. also him getting himself thrown into jail while she still can’t bring herself to get mad, just upset. And the fanfics take a very fun play on them too, but I just worry that people who default to this dynamic for Jojo and Holly might not see how the canon characterization of their relationship is interesting in its own right.

Because even tho Holly being a doormat is a creative choice born from Araki pussying out of giving her a stand, it doesn’t change the fact that once he made that choice he gave it great importance. I think the fact that Holly’s idea of supporting her son is just accepting everything he does without any anger is central to their relationship. It’s how, despite having a mother who loves him unconditionally, Jotaro is still a very troubled teen and emotionally withdrawn. Though it’s easy to blame it on Sadao’s implied absence, or troubles in school, we don’t have a lot of textual evidence for that.

But kids who are raised without at least some semblance of discipline and structure typically stop seeing their parents as authorities, and most importantly, protectors. A more textually-backed explanation for why Jotaro is always acting tough and independent is because he doesn’t have any adults in his life who he would trust to help him. He loves his mom, he traveled the world to save her life, but while doing that he saw himself as her protector, not the other way around, not the way it typically should be.

Think about, for example, how the adult he mouths off to the least in his life is probably Avdol. And I think part of that is because Avdol walked into that police station, took one look at Jotaro, and instantly clocked everything I just said. Because while Holly and Joseph tried to to get him out with simple words (and for Holly, tears), Avdol was there to force him out. And at first Jotaro says, “If he tries to force me out, I’ll just stay here even longer”, but Avdol doesn’t give him a choice. And he doesn’t win by overpowering him (if he had, I dont think he’d have gotten the same positive result, I am not pro setting troubled teens on fucking fire) but he outsmarts Jotaro and doesn’t quit the fight until his goal is achieved. He stays in control of his emotions when talking to him, and proves himself to be someone strong and assertive. So later, on the trip to Cairo, Jotaro is more willing to rely on him than he is to rely on his own grandpa. (+, it’s a similar thing with Kakyoin, who he trusts almost more than anyone else, because he saw Kakyoin’s will and power first-hand when they met, and left with the lesson that Kak is someone he can rely on to protect of both himself and Jotaro. Someone with strong convictions, but most importantly, willing and capable of clashing with Jotaro if necessary.)

All this to fucking say. In a world in which Jotaro was raised to fear his parent’s reprimands (and I don’t mean fear to an unhealthy amount, an abusive amount), he would act very differently than he does in the show, and his relationships to other characters would probably look very different. Holly’s personality and parenting might seem like it was an afterthought to Araki, but I think he truly did take great care in making it consistent with her son’s character. She is a very loving mom, who is very loved in return, but what I think a lot of people perceive as a flaw in her writing is actually just a flaw in her character, with narrative weight and interesting consequences. And I’m not sure how many people are really aware of that.

#jjba #jotaro kujo #holly kujo #mohammed avdol #noriaki kakyoin #my post

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minimomoe · 8 months ago

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Let's Break This Down

this is for the lovely @vladersira, you have made a lot of noise on my page lately. You called me rude earlier when I had responded diplomatically the first time but since you keep running your mouth:

I will block you again. The same way you block tags you don’t want to see is the same way i will block people i don’t want commenting

Since we’re both blind bitches who can’t read, all of my stuff is tagged with black reader individually. Whether or not you saw it is not my problem. You can click on my master list and see my blog is for black people, always has been. Update your fucking block lists so that this doesn’t happen again.

If you do have black reader (and male, and trans) blocked i’m led to believe that you think self inserts are inherently white. So yes, it must’ve upset you because you don’t block things that make you happy (unless you’re stupid, you tell me).

You are not paying me to write nor am I begging you to read. I don’t give a rat’s ass of the stuff you do want to engage in, but don’t come on MY PAGE to tell ME how to tag for things that are tagged. You don’t get to be an entitled little shit on a page that isn’t yours because it shattered your worldview of what you "should" and "shouldn't" read

and lastly because this is still blowing my mind, if you block things because you can’t see yourself in it, you are missing out on a world of great pieces. I’m not just talking about fanfic. That is a child’s way of thinking. Don’t give me a compliment to cover your ass because other perspectives bore you

From the bottom of my heart, fuck you. I was having a perfectly good morning until you came along. The only reason why I'm making this a post is to reiterate that I am a black woman writing fics for black women. I would tell you to kiss my black ass but I don't even want you that close.

#minimoe #x black reader

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uceyliyahh · 1 month ago

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, masturbaiton, unprotected public sex, sexual harassment, mention of blood.

word count: 9.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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 am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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3 weeks after Crown Jewel Kansas City, Missouri - 9:30AM

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, while birds sang cheerfully outside. Genesis and Jimmy were peacefully slumbering in their shared hotel room. Jimmy needed his rest before his interviews with his twin brother regarding their tag team title defense, and Genesis was looking forward to spending time with Jade, Liv, and Jackie later on.

Genesis was the first to stir from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She glanced around briefly, only to find Jimmy nestled against her chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, snoring contentedly.

She carefully took her phone, trying not to disturb Jimmy, and glanced at the time—nine thirty in the morning. Knowing he needed to be up by twelve thirty for his afternoon interview, she made an effort to slip out of his hold and head to the elevators to prepare breakfast for both of them.

Understanding his nature, she realized he wouldn't easily release her grip as he pulled her closer in his slumber. Genesis let out a heavy sigh, fully aware of how possessive he could be. As she lay there, scrolling through her social media feed, she stumbled upon a message and voicemail from Zilla that sent a chill down her spine due to his ominous threats.

She made an effort to remain unfazed, reassured by the thought that Jimmy would always have her back. It was at that moment she noticed Jey's name flashing on her notifications.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: sooo wyaaa?

She chuckled at the message

Gigi🤍: still In bed with yo’ clingy ass brother who won’t let me go fix us something to eat before yalls interview

Brothaa💪🏽📍: just push him off that’s what I do

Gigi🤍: then what? Yk how he gets in the morning especially when he’s horny Josh

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aye mans be brick up in the morning and first thing he wants is some coochie from his girl just saying sis 😭😭

Gigi🤍: men I swear 🙄

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he loves you Gigi

Gigi🤍: ofc and I love him too but he needs to get his big ass up or imma let him starve 🙃

Brothaa💪🏽📍: big boy gotta eat but I’ll you down here hopefully he don’t keep you up there 😭😭

Gigi🤍: probably will we will see in a few minutes but hopefully I’ll be down there 😀😀

She glanced down at Jimmy, who was peacefully slumbering while clinging to her waist, reluctant to let her go. However, hunger gnawed at her, prompting her to make one final attempt to slip away without disturbing his rest. As she finally freed herself from his firm embrace, she quickly wrapped her silky robe around her and snatched her phone, noticing Jimmy stirring slightly in his dreams.

She laughed softly at him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before stepping out the door. As she approached the elevator, she pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. While waiting, she scrolled through her social media feed, eager to catch up on the latest stories and updates from the wweshaderoom page.

As she did so, a voice called her name, drawing her gaze to the figure approaching down the hallway. It was Bianca. They embraced warmly before stepping back from each other.

“Hey girl! I see you snuck out to get something to eat too huh.” Bianca said as Genesis chuckled at her.

“Yes girl, he wouldn’t let me go and I was not about to give him some coochie on an empty stomach.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, Genesis and Bianca stepped in together, eagerly pressing the button for the lobby.

“I know that’s right, I bet you five bucks they finna be texting us in a minute as soon as we leave this elevator.” She said.

Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's possessive nature, particularly when she was not around. The moment she distanced herself, he would transform into a wild creature, desperate for her presence. She shared with Bianca the message Zilla had sent her the previous night while she and Jimmy were nestled together in slumber.

Bianca urged her to inform Jimmy promptly, as he needed to take charge before the situation spiraled out of control. However, she hesitated to share the news, fully aware of Jimmy's unpredictable nature and his willingness to go to drastic measures, even if it meant resorting to violence against Zilla.

She was baffled by his inability to let go and seek out another partner, instead of relentlessly pursuing her and putting her life in jeopardy when he could easily be with someone willing to move on.

The elevators chimed as she and Bianca stepped out, chatting animatedly about the sight of everyone in the lobby enjoying breakfast together. She made her way to the catering area, preparing plates for herself and Jimmy to take back with her before heading to the elevators.

While she was preparing their plates, she sensed a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she was greeted by Jade, who stood there beaming with a smile.

“So girl, when was you gonna tell me you fought Trinity?” Jade asked.

Initially bewildered, Genesis suddenly realized that her conflict with Trinity stemmed from jealousy over how Trinity was all over Jimmy, which infuriated her deeply.

“Oh, girl whenever Jimmy wasn’t all over me.” Genesis joked as her and Jade chuckled with each other, “I’m surprised he let you out instead of getting your back broken into two.” Genesis gave her the middle finger immediately while rolling her eyes.

“Girl, that nigga can wait for some coochie. A girl needs to eat and so does he. Before his interviews later on today we got everything planned for our girls day or what?” Jade nodded her head.

“Yess we got a lot of things planned you gotta spill everything about you and Jimmy girl we need to know everything.” Genesis was aware that her closest friend was eager to learn all the details about her budding romance with Jimmy; they had officially been a couple for nearly a month now.

Genesis and Jade finished preparing their plates, engrossed in conversation about their plans for the girls while Jimmy was off with Jey for interviews. Meanwhile, Genesis couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling from Zilla's threatening messages and voicemail that had come through the night before.

She hoped he would stay away and not disrupt their girls' day by causing a scene, harassing her for spending time with his cousin instead of him. To her, he was not intriguing; rather, he seemed desperate for something unattainable, and his attempts to take it from her left her feeling traumatized.

As she stacked her plate atop Jimmy's and approached the elevators, pressing the button and waiting for the doors to slide open, she sensed someone standing beside her. It wasn't until that person spoke that she acknowledged their presence.

“You must be Genesis right?” Carmelo said.

She turned her head towards his direction, “yeah I’m Genesis who’s asking?” Genesis replied.

“You must not know who I am, I’m Carmelo but everyone calls me Melo.” She gave a slight nod, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes, silently wishing for the elevator doors to open quickly to escape the impending conversation with him. “You single?”

And there it was.

“No, I have a man. He’s waiting on me.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “he’s a wrestler?”

What’s with all of the questions?

“Yes, and that’s all you need to know.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, she stepped out, with Carmelo trailing closely behind her, while she pressed the button for the third floor.

An awkward silence enveloped them as Genesis shifted uncomfortably behind him, silently wishing he wouldn't pose any more questions for the rest of her stay, but her hope was dashed almost instantly. “I wonder how a pretty woman like yourself is down here by herself.”

“I was fixing him and I something to eat.”

“He couldn’t? Me personally I would’ve let my girl sleep while I go fix us something to eat.” What was his deal? And where was he getting at?

“Well that’s you Carmelo, my man is different and he needs to eat.” She wasn't subtly suggesting that Jimmy was her partner, yet it appeared that Carmelo was eager to meddle in her affairs.

He snickered, “he's probably ugly and not better looking than me.” With a dramatic eye roll, she signaled her disinterest in continuing the conversation. As they reached the third floor, she stepped out of the elevator ahead of him, striding down the hallway and taking a left towards the hotel room she shared with Jimmy.

As she pulled her key card from her pocket and unlocked the door, the sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Jimmy was showering. Suddenly, she felt a playful slap on her ass, causing her to spin around and find Carmelo grinning at her mischievously.

“The fuck is yo’ issue? Don’t fucking touch me again or I won’t hesitate to get my nigga bro.” Genesis spat.

“Whatever little girl, see you at work.” He responded while walking past her.

With a dismissive laugh, she strode into the hotel room, firmly closing the door behind her. She set the food down on a nearby table before shedding her robe and clothes, making her way to the bathroom where Jimmy was waiting.

As she entered, the scent of his body wash enveloped the bathroom, enticing her closer. She pulled back the shower curtains and stepped in, wrapping her arms around his waist, making him flinch slightly at her unexpected embrace.

Jimmy begins to say, “Girl, don’t do that. Scared the hell out of me.”

“My fault baby just wanted to surprise you.” Genesis replied with a smile on her face.

Genesis gazed in awe at his striking features, his hair slicked back and glistening with droplets of water cascading down his physique. He turned to her, his hands gliding down her hips, gripping them with a firm yet gentle touch.

“And where was yo’ fine ass at? leaving me like that.” She chuckled at him while trailing her fingers down his tattooed chest. “Was daddy looking for his baby?”

He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, “hell yeah I was looking for you princess, tryna run from this dick huh?”

“Ain’t nobody running baby, I was fixing us some breakfast downstairs. I ain’t scared.”

With a mischievous grin, Jimmy held her legs tightly around his waist, pressing her body against the icy shower wall, where she could sense his arousal pressing against her.

She held onto his neck tightly as he showered her neck with soft, lingering kisses that trailed down to her chest, eliciting soft moans from her at his unexpected caress. “J-Jimmy, Baby.”

“What mama? Can daddy get some hm?”

“You know I’m not gonna deny you, but I want us to eat first before the food gets cold.”

“A’ight then lil mama, we can do that but afterwards imma fuck the shit out of you.” She smiled and nodded while they shared a playful shower, exchanging kisses and flirtatious glances throughout.

—

Jimmy and Jey sat side by side during their interviews, engaging with numerous people about the tag team division in the company and speculating on who might seize the titles from their grasp.

During their conversation with the fans who had inquiries, one fan posed a question to Jimmy.

“Jimmy, do you have a special person in your life right now?” The fan asked as Jimmy and Jey looked at each other.

He truly did, and Genesis was his one and only, the girl who brought a smile to his face every single day they spent together.

“Yes, I do have someone special in my life right now besides my twin brother.” Jimmy replied.

“What is she like?”

Jimmy smiled, “she’s like a breath of fresh air and she calms my spirits down whenever I’m upset about anything and would always be there for me. She's a quiet person that keeps to herself and I loved that about her.” Everyone in the audience was awed at his response about Genesis, which was true that he loved her dearly.

“Do you get to see her everyday and is she pretty?”

He chuckled at the fan, “of course I get to see her everyday and yes she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.” As the interview progressed and more questions about the tag team division were answered, the fan settled in, while Jimmy's thoughts drifted to Genesis. He wondered if she needed anything while spending time with the girls.

Despite the overwhelming thoughts of Genesis swirling in his mind, he remained determined to keep his focus and uphold his professionalism during the interviews and questions.

Once the interviews wrapped up, Jimmy made his way to the locker he shared with Jey, eager to address the issue plaguing his sweats. The thought of Genesis weighed heavily on his mind, feeling like it might just be his undoing. As he approached, he unexpectedly collided with Carmelo, and they exchanged a knowing glance.

“My fault dawg.” Just as Jimmy was about to turn and leave, Carmelo spoke up, grabbing his attention.

“Aye, you know Genesis right?” Carmelo asked.

He raised an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?”

“She bad as hell ain’t she? Can’t believe someone had cuffed her up.” At this moment, he has captured Jimmy's complete focus, prompting a smirk in response to Carmelo's remarks about Genesis. “Yeah, she is bad as hell. too bad someone did cuff her up.”

“Man who you telling the way her ass was jiggling in that robe of hers I had to tap that.” The moment Jimmy admitted to licking the bottom of his lips while chuckling, his facial expression shifted dramatically.

Why didn’t she tell him about this?

“You wanna repeat that pretty boy?”

“What? That I tap that as—“ before he could even finish the sentence Jimmy delivered a fierce slap to his face, making Carmelo stagger slightly, his expression twisted in anger. “Yo! The fuck is yo’ issue?”

“I’d fucking trend lightly when it comes to my girl dawg, you got me?” That’s when Carmelo realized that Jimmy was indeed Genesis' boyfriend.

“That’s yo’ girl uce? Genesis is your girlfriend?” He asked.

“Hell yeah, that’s my girl and you over here being desperate for her when she’s already taken so you better move the fuck around.” Carmelo wasn't one to back down, but given their public setting, he needed to maintain a professional demeanor with her.

“Man, whatever dawg.”

He clicked his tongue at Jimmy before striding off, leaving Jimmy to exhale heavily. Frustration simmered within him, both from anger and a longing for Genesis, who was out with her friends, and he didn't want to disturb her night.

As he entered the locker room, he swung the door shut behind him and sank onto the sofa, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers. His impressive eight-inch member sprang up, brushing against his stomach, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He seized his phone, approached the camera, and hit record as he slicked his hand with saliva, rhythmically stroking himself while leaning back into the sofa, lost in thoughts of Genesis.

He imagined her hands gliding up and down his shaft, or the sensation of him thrusting into her throat until she could barely handle it; the thought alone drove him wild. “I miss you baby, fuck.” He emitted a low groan as vivid images of her enveloping him filled his mind, the sensation overwhelming him completely.

He found himself lost in memories of her riding him passionately, her cries of his name echoing in his ears as she pleaded for more, completely consumed by desire—Jimmy cherished the way she would soothe him, gently caressing his head during moments of discomfort and exploring every inch of his body with her tender touch.

He moistened his lips and pulled them in as he hurried along, his hand moving swiftly, leaving his legs trembling with weakness.

“Fuck, baby. Daddy misses you so much.” His body went rigid, and his legs shook with anticipation as he imagined all the things he longed to do with her upon her return.

As he quickened his pace, he could feel himself growing firmer in his grip, his thumb smoothly caressing the tip. A moan escaped his lips, calling out her name, while his body trembled, almost causing him to lose hold of his phone.

His eyes snapped open as a wave of tension gripped his stomach, signaling that he was just moments away from reaching his peak.

“Genesis, oh baby. fuckk.” He whispered softly while quickening his steps, feeling his muscles tense yet staying motionless.

Jimmy's mind was entirely occupied by Genesis, the girl he adores and treats to lavish outings. The one he passionately loves every night, holding her legs high as he hears her call out his name, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. His beloved Genesis.

In the depths of his mind, he could hear her voice echoing back, “you gonna cum for me daddy?” With him responding in a low but deep tone, “y-yes mamas, I’m finna nut baby. Daddy is finna nut for you.” He moaned with a low growl escaping his lips.

He heard it again, “I wanna have your babies daddy, I want them all big daddy.” In that moment, his body reacted as powerful waves of warmth surged from him, sending him into a dizzying state of ecstasy. “Genesis, shiiit, Gigi baby.” A soft whimper escaped his lips as he came down from his high. Jimmy's breaths grew labored, his heart pounding as he sensed the heat emanating from his body.

He halted the video recording and promptly dispatched it to Genesis without a moment's pause. As he placed his phone down, he felt the sticky residue on his hand and thighs, prompting him to grab some paper towels for a quick clean-up. At that moment, a knock echoed from the locker room door.

“Yo! Uce! You good in there twin!” Jey hollered behind the door.

Shit All he could focus on while tidying up his chaos was ensuring it didn't look like he had just indulged in a moment of self-pleasure moments before.

“Yeah! I’m good Uce! I’ll be out there in a few!” Jimmy adjusted his sweatpants and boxers as he heard his phone start to beep.

When he grabbed it he had seen that Genesis liked the video he had sent along with a message.

Gigi🤍: daddy misses his baby?

He smiled at the message before replying back.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I miss you baby daddy wants his lil girl home 😩

Gigi🤍: I’ll be home daddy that was a lot coming out from you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m sexually frustrated baby

Gigi🤍: ik daddy just be patient for me please 🥺

He despised the way she kept him waiting when all he wanted was her presence right then and there, and he truly meant it.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: how long you gonna be out? You need me to send you some money?

Gigi🤍: I won’t be out for that long baby and maybe to get my nails done and toes so you can suck on em while you’re bending me up like pretzel 🙂‍↕️

The image of her contorted like a pretzel as he ravaged her sent a rush of desire through him, reigniting his arousal.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: lil freak aren’t you baby? I’ll send some over

Gigi🤍: I’m a lil freak for you daddy you brought that side out of me

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mhm sure did princess got me all bricked up at these interviews baby

Gigi🤍: lemme see

Jimmy lowered his sweatpants and boxers, watching as his erection sprang to life before he quickly pulled his sweats back up.

Gigi🤍: hmm daddyyy it’s so big

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you can take it like you always do Gigi

Gigi🤍: might run from it

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: and I might have yo’ ass bent the fuck over with those arms behind yo’ back if you do don’t run from me 😈

Gigi🤍: okay daddy okay I promise but I’ll be home soon okay I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too baby

As Jimmy slid his phone into his pocket, he opened the door to find Jey standing there, phone in hand, looking up at him expectantly.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m straight c’mon let’s go.”

—

Rockstar Nails & Spa - Nail Salon Kansas City, Missouri. - 5:30PM

Genesis and her friends were at the nail salon, pampering their nails and toes while sharing some scandalous gossip about the other girls, revealing secrets about who was secretly hooking up or about to be let go.

As Genesis sat lost in thought, her mind kept drifting back to the video Jimmy had sent her, where he was pleasuring himself and whispering her name—his longing for her was palpable during her absence, and she cherished that devotion, knowing that most men wouldn't show such care for their partner like Jimmy did.

Amidst the haze of Jimmy's moans and groans, she caught Jade's voice calling out to her, prompting her to shift her focus towards Jade.

“Girl, you’ve been so quiet lately. Is everything okay?” Jade asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay girl. Just thinking right now.” Genesis replied with a reassuring smile.

“About what? Yo’ nigga? Is Jimmy missing you right now?” She could easily make a comment like that, fully aware of her best friend's curiosity about her and Jimmy—Genesis nodded in agreement.

That’s when Jackie chimed in, “Gigi, is the dick bomb or what? I heard from a lot of girls in the locker room saying how that Samoan dick is dangerous.” Every girl in the room turned their gaze towards Genesis, anticipation hanging in the air. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she averted her eyes, grinning widely while the girls collectively gasped in surprise.

“Gigiii, is that dick really good?” Bianca asked.

“Oh my god, yes it’s like the best thing ever Binky.” Genesis reacted, her thoughts swirling with the memory of their passionate encounter on the bed after breakfast this morning.

As she cried out his name with fervor, her legs draped over his shoulders, he drove into her with such intensity that she erupted in pleasure, soaking him completely and leaving a damp mark on her underwear.

His voice echoed in her thoughts, asserting its presence over her. “this my pussy baby, this shit belongs to daddy c’mon squirt on me some more baby let it all out.”

His deep, raspy voice guiding her through it left her utterly undone. “There she goes mamas, look at you making a mess all over me this morning fuck baby.” It had her rubbing her thighs together.

“I see Jimmy has been putting in that work he got our girl glowing like a damn Christmas lights.” Genesis rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. The memory of Carmelo's earlier slap on her backside lingered uncomfortably, igniting a fierce urge within her to retaliate and express her frustration.

Bianca begins to say, “so Gigi, personal question. Do you and Jon want to have kids?” Genesis looked back at her with a smile on her face.

“Yes, of course. We talked about it all the time in the middle of the night when we couldn't sleep. We already have names covered, you know, just deep conversations.” She said.

For some time now, Jimmy has expressed his desire to have children, a sentiment that blossomed after Cody introduced him to her. She believed he would make an excellent father, yet lately, he has been taking risks by not using protection and relying on Plan B afterward, which has left her feeling anxious.

She had kept silent about it, unsure of how to approach the topic, so she decided to let it be until she felt prepared to discuss it. She had been considering getting birth control to allow him the freedom to climax inside her whenever he desired, but she was still uncertain if she was ready for that step.

The idea of being pregnant again filled her with fear, making her hesitant about having more children. The painful memories of her experience with Quincy and the heartbreak of losing their first child weighed heavily on her. The stress and physical pain she endured due to his lack of commitment haunted her, leaving her terrified of the prospect.

“Has marriage been talked about during those late night conversations?”

Marriage.

a healthy marriage.

Genesis nodded her head, “it has every once in a while but that’ll happen sooner or later.”

Genesis desired Jimmy as her husband, yet she was filled with fear. She wasn't entirely ready for marriage or motherhood due to her past experiences, but she also worried that if she made him wait, he might walk away, and that was something she couldn't bear.

“You don’t believe it’ll happen?” Jackie asked.

“No, I do. It’s just you guys know I’ve been through a lot and I just don’t wanna move fast with this you know? I love Jon a lot but ion wanna rush into anything.” Genesis replied.

“Of course girl we understand completely, I hate the fact that Quincy messed that up for you and then with Zilla around acting all crazy and shit I see why Jon is so crazy about you.”

Yeah he was indeed crazy, crazy as hell at that.

“Did I tell yall I ran into Carmelo this morning? That nigga was flirting hella hard with me and slapped my ass too.” The girls gasped while looking at her. “For real? Does Jon know about this? Because he will beat his ass.”

She shook her head, “I haven’t told him about it yet, ion like seeing him all angry.”

“We understand but that’s his job to feel angry because some dude is tryna hit on his girl so of course that will be his first reaction.” They weren’t wrong, it was his job to protect her from anyone and be there for her especially if they do things like that.

Can you really fault him? He's already contemplating harming his cousin, and who knows what he'll do to Carmelo if he discovers the truth. As the gossip continued to swirl, Genesis noticed Jimmy's name flashing on her notifications.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Gigi

She texted him back.

Gigi🤍: yes? Why does it feel like I’m in trouble 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you not but why you ain’t tell me that Carmelo fat head ass was flirting with you?

Gigi🤍: I told you how I am with telling you stuff like that

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: and I told you, you can’t be hiding stuff like that from me Gigi

Gigi🤍: I’m sorry 😔

She felt bad for not telling him about it this morning. It just slipped her mind completely.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m not mad at you baby

Gigi🤍: you promise?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yes baby I just need you to communicate with me more aight?

Gigi🤍: okay 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yall almost done?

Gigi🤍: yeah I’m getting my toes done rn and I think you’ll like em 🙂‍↕️

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: hmm can’t wait to see yo’ cute ass

Gigi🤍: me too I miss you and the girls are over here gossiping 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you’ll see me baby just have fun with yo’ girls aight

Gigi🤍: okayyy see you boo I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too mamas 🫶🏽

Genesis set her phone aside, having caught Jade speaking to her.

“Was that Jimmy? He misses you huh?” Jade asked.

“Yes, he misses me.” Genesis replied.

“Oh girl if you wanna be with yo’ man go ahead.” Genesis laughed softly, shaking her head as she watched her friend getting a pedicure; she found it unbearable when her best friend playfully teased her.

“He can wait.”

“The more he’ll wait the more he’ll pound you into the bedsheets.” Genesis had hit Jade on her shoulders while feeling her face being flushed all over again. “Oh my god, bitch you’re so annoying.”

She chuckled at her best friend, “what? I’m just speaking the truth Gigi, I know he be having you screaming from the top of your lungs.”

Genesis covered her ears like a little kid not wanting to hear any more of her best friends' shenanigans at the moment.

As Genesis concluded her interview with The Alpha Academy, she reached for her phone and walked toward the camera to check her makeup. Just then, she heard someone calling her name from behind. Turning around, she spotted Carmelo approaching, prompting a deep sigh from her.

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she shot him a piercing glare that conveyed her disapproval. “What’s up Melo?”

“Nun, little girl. Was just checking you out.” Carmelo said as he had a cocky smile on his face.

“Checking me out? You know I got a nigga right? He’s crazy.” Carmelo chuckled at her while placing his hands over his hips.

“Yeah, his big Samoan ass ain’t gonna do shi. I’m just tryna talk to you shawty.” This situation was becoming increasingly awkward for her. What gives the guys from the NXT roster the impression that they can waltz in here and act however they please?

“Well ion have nun to say to you Melo, I got things to do.” She was being completely dishonest to dodge a conversation with Carmelo, who was merely flirting with her as she tried to leave. Just then, he caught her by the arm, halting her in her tracks.

“C’mon shawty why you being like that?” Carmelo questioned her as she yanked her arm away from him.

“Nigga because I have a nigga? What the fuck else do I gotta explain to yo’ stupid ass that I have a nigga?” Genesis rasped as she felt herself getting irritated by the second.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Jimmy approaching from behind Genesis, his hand resting possessively around her waist while she gazed up at his towering 6'3" frame.

Carmelo felt Jimmy's gaze cutting into his very being, leaving him shaken to the core.

“Everything good over here mamas.” Jimmy asked as he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, I was just about to head out to get something to eat until Melo over here wanted to talk.” As she looked up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes, the way he gazed down at her with his alluring stare sent a rush of warmth pooling in her panties.

He shot a quick look at Carmelo before turning back to her with a grin that was anything but innocent; it was the kind of smile that screamed 'I’ll take you out if you don’t stop chatting with my girl' as he tousled his hair.

“He wanted to talk huh? Was it important if not you can get to steppin dawg.” Genesis sensed the palpable tension in the air as they locked eyes, each gaze heavy with unspoken words.

Carmelo scoffed at him, “we was just talking dawg no need to get protective.”

“That’s my job as her man to protect her so I would advise you tread lightly you got me?” As Carmelo turned away from the couple, he rolled his eyes in exasperation. In that moment, Genesis stepped in front of Jimmy, embracing him by wrapping her arms around his neck.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he looked down at her petite frame, while she rose onto her tippy toes to press her lips against his.

“You look sexy being all protective and angry baby.” Genesis complimented.

“I do huh?” Their faces hovered just inches apart, with their noses gently brushing against one another.

“Yeah, you do. And I know you’ve been waiting patiently for me.” She kissed his lips while he responded to it. “Hell yeah, got me out here waiting and shi with these fools tryna flirt with you ion like that you belong to me.”

She showered him with additional kisses, sparking an intense make-out session that surrounded them both. Their lips intertwined slowly and passionately as Jimmy tenderly lifted her thighs, guiding her onto the nearby equipment box, settling himself between her legs.

His hands slid down to cupped her ass cheeks with a squeeze pressing his stiff member between her legs.

Their tongues twirled playfully within each other's mouths as Genesis nibbled on his lower lip, tugging it back before diving back into the kiss, blending their warm saliva together.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmured between his lips.

He smirked before speaking, “you gon’ be sorry when I fuck this pussy up huh?” He murmured back.

His voice resonated with a deep, gravelly tone as he spoke to her, igniting a wave of desire that left her feeling more aroused than ever before. He kissed a path from her lips to her jawline, descending to her neck, where he suckled gently, claiming her as his own. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, surrendering to the moment.

“Where you want it huh? Right here ain’t nobody coming.” She had never engaged in public intimacy before, and the mere thought of being discovered sent her anxiety soaring to new heights.

But she loved the danger.

She playfully tugged at his waistband, urging him to remove it, while she slid down her pants and panties, revealing her glistening wetness in the light, signaling that she was fully prepared for him.

“Hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. Wanna do this shit out in the open.” Without hesitation, Jimmy entered her slick warmth, driving his hips deeply as she clung to his neck for balance.

“Fuck, this pussy wet as fuck baby.” Jimmy grunted.

“Yes, right there Jimmy. Right there.” Genesis moaned softly.

“Right here baby? Huh?” He teased her as she experienced the sensation of him pressing against her cervix, making her arch her back in ecstasy.

He pressed his lips to hers again, the kiss fierce and passionate, their teeth colliding as he thrust into her with an intensity unmatched. He quickened his rhythm, the sound of his hips crashing against her thighs reverberating through the corridors.

He explored various depths within her slick warmth, as she softly whispered his name, meant solely for his ears.

“This my fucking pussy ain’t it princess.”

“Y-yes, fuck Jimmy. This is all yours baby.”

“It’s mine?” He plunged deeper into her, pushing her to the brink as waves of ecstasy clouded her thoughts. “Yess, Daddy. It’s all yoursss.” Hearing her whine through his thrust satisfied him deeply.

At that moment, she could sense the head of his member pressed firmly against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, while her nails clawed into his skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from him, though he welcomed the pain.

Their foreheads touched as they locked eyes, his lips brushing against hers before he pulled back, both of them captivated by the sight of his shaft gliding in and out of her, her creamy essence enveloping him, making it effortless for him to thrust deeply.

He effortlessly encouraged her to embrace her wild side, never imagining they would end up making love in the very workplace they shared.

At that moment, they heard footsteps approaching, prompting Jimmy to swiftly cover her mouth with his big hand. He moved slowly, his face conveying a silent warning. Fortunately, they were hidden from view, the sound of someone chatting on the phone masking their actions.

With deliberate intent, Jimmy thrust deeper into her, eliciting a gasp as her eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation of her own arousal.

After the individual departed, Jimmy released his grip from her mouth, leaving her in a daze, her lips parted in shock as he walked away, rendering her utterly speechless.

She repeatedly tightened and relaxed around him, eliciting a soft grunt from his lips.

He encircled her throat with his hand, gazing deep into her soul as he witnessed her unraveling before him. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if she were floating on cloud nine.

“You so dangerous mamas got me out here fucking you like a slut.” Jimmy growled. “You my slut baby?”

“I’m your slut daddy, I’m your good slut daddy. Shit daddy.” Genesis managed to breathe out.

“Nobody can’t fuck you like I can baby?”

“You do it the best daddyyy, nobody can beat this pussy up like you do. Fuck I love you Jimmy.” She sensed her abdomen clenching as the waves of pleasure surged closer, the climax approaching rapidly.

He kissed her lips, “I love you too mamas.” He was rotating his hips, skillfully stimulating her g-spot repeatedly until she could no longer handle it, tapping on his shoulders for a break.

“Un-Un, you gon’ wait until I tell you cum you hear me.” He rasped, causing her to whine at his request.

“Dadddy, I can’t take it anymore.” She whined.

He gave her left ass cheek a smack while he gripped her throat a little bit tighter not trying to hurt her but to show off his dominance. “Take this fucking dick like you been doing baby. And hold that shit.” His voice lowered several tones as he spoke, thrusting deeply into her.

He thrust powerfully into her, her moans resonating around them, overshadowed solely by the thunderous impact of their bodies meeting with intensity.

The air thickened with an intoxicating aroma of longing, and as tears cascaded down her cheeks, she craved freedom. Consumed by emotion, she loosened her hold on her legs, trying to push him away from her waist, only to be met again with the sharp slap of his hand on her left thigh.

“Un-Un don’t fucking run now, c’mere and take it.”

“Daddy please, please please. Can I cum baby?” Her desperate plea for him to allow her to completely surrender herself to him ignited a thrilling desire within him.

“Keep begging for me baby, tell daddy how much you loved this dick I want everyone to know who you belong to.” He plunged into her on the apparatus, experiencing the familiar surge of desire as he approached the height of ecstasy. “Jimmy!”

“I love it so much Jimmy, this is best dick I ever had daddy please let me cummm.” She was on the edge of madness, her fingers digging into his back, drawing a quick gasp of pain from him, but he appeared completely unaffected by it. “tell me some more baby.”

She lost it, “fuckkkk I love you daddy, I love this dick soo much daddy. cum inside of me daddy please fuckk.” A rush of feeling washed over her as it smoothly wrapped around him, warmth flowing down her legs, her body quaking beneath him—overcome and drained.

With every forceful push, his actions grew more erratic, a deep growl rumbling from his throat as he savored the feeling, rivulets of sweat streaming down his back and chest.

The air surrounding them was an intriguing mix of warmth and chill. She held him close as Jimmy withdrew from the kiss, nestling his face into the gentle curve of her neck. “I’m about to fucking nut Gigi, shit I’m about to nut. Lemme cum inside of you.”

“Yes daddy cum inside of me, fill me up with your nut.”

“Mhm, lemme fill this pussy up baby.”

He leaned his head back, his eyes swirling as he pushed into her, his hold strong around her neck.

“Oh, F-fuck. Gigiii fuck.” A low, primal groan escaped his beautiful lips as he felt his warmth surge forth in thick streams, completely filling her as she clung to him with fervor.

He entered her gently, ensuring that none of his essence escaped before withdrawing, observing the mingling of their fluids—he buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily as their chests rose and fell in unison.

Her body quivered with excitement as she clung to his waist, savoring his soft, wet kisses on her neck. She caressed her thighs to calm her racing heart—his lips journeyed from her neck to her jawline, finally meeting hers in a passionate embrace. They shared a moment of bliss before gently parting, their foreheads resting against one another.

She looked into his eyes innocently biting the bottom of her lips.

Jimmy begins to say “Fuck, you too fucking pretty for your own good baby.” He said. “You would look so good having my kids, but I know you don’t want that right now. I'm sorry this is becoming a thing.” He apologized.

Genesis shakes her head cupping his face with her small hands, “it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I wouldn’t mind having your kids one day but for right now let’s just focus on us first.”

“It just feels good to nut inside of you, I wanna keep filling you up with my nut.”

“I know you do, but we can’t keep making this a habit. It'll mess up my ph balance, especially taking them plan b pills, be scaring me too.”

He gave a nod as he adjusted his sweatpants and boxers, assisting Genesis in doing the same, her body unsteady after their recent workout.

He grasped her perspective, wishing to ensure she felt at ease with their actions, while also aiming to concentrate on their mutual growth.

“A’ight then baby, lemme go run to the store to get that pill okay?” Jimmy said.

With a playful chuckle, Jimmy assisted her to her feet, noticing her wobbly knees. He scooped up her belongings and lifted her into his arms in a bridal carry, striding confidently toward the exit.

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Kansas City Marriott Country Club Plaza - 10:45PM

As Jimmy lounged on the bed, engrossed in his TV show, Genesis lay beneath the blankets, blissfully unaware and softly snoring after a long night.

She lay nestled among the pillows, her body curled on her stomach, as Jimmy gently massaged her back in soothing circles, allowing her to drift into a peaceful slumber. While he watched TV, the sudden buzz of his phone interrupted the tranquility, prompting him to reach for it and check a text from his twin brother.

He unlocked his phone while seeing what Jey wanted at the moment.

Twin⚡️: yo twin

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’s up?

Twin⚡️: why the fuck is Carmelo on Instagram talking shit

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’chu mean?

That’s when Jey had sent a screenshot from Carmelo’s instagram story saying how he would crack Genesis if she wasn’t with that Samoan bitch and that made Jimmy feel some type of way.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: he must’ve thought this shit was a game he don’t know how crazy I can get

Twin⚡️: say the word and we’ll jump his ass I got his hotel room number

Jimmy glanced at Genesis, who was nestled in a serene slumber, then shifted his gaze back to his phone—he realized she would be disheartened to find him missing from their bed when she awoke.

But he wasn’t finna let some NXT bitch talk shit about her or him period.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: c’mon let’s go and hurry back before Genesis wakes up being pissed at me.

Twin⚡️: aight bet

With that, Jimmy rose from the bed, sliding his phone into his pocket as he glanced over at Genesis to ensure she was sound asleep before he quickly donned a shirt and slipped on his slides.

At that moment, he noticed Genesis stirring in her slumber, rolling onto her side, the blankets snugly wrapped around her form.

As Jimmy quietly closed the door behind him, he took hold of the card key, careful not to disturb Genesis, who was still asleep, while he noticed his twin brother making his way down the hallway.

They exchanged friendly daps before embracing tightly, then released each other as they strolled towards Carmelo's hotel room.

“Is Gigi sleeping?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, she was asleep before I left. I pray she doesn't wake up all grumpy.” Jimmy replied as Jey chuckled at him.

“Aye twin, that’s yo’ girl dawg. You can handle her grumpiness.” His brother was right; Jimmy was capable of managing her emotions, even when she was hurt by his departure without a word.

They veered left, making their way down the corridor towards Carmelo's hotel room—Jimmy was serious about Genesis and how these guys at work were trying to hit on her whenever she was alone.

As they reached the door, Jey pounded on it while he and Jimmy stood poised, eager for a confrontation. When Carmelo finally swung the door open, he was met with their intense stares, as if he were a target waiting to be hunted.

“The fuck is yall doing here?” Carmelo questioned them.

Jimmy and Jey exchanged glances before turning their attention to Carmelo. With a swift motion, Jimmy seized Carmelo by the neck, constricting his breath, while Jey firmly closed the door. Jimmy pressed Carmelo against the wall, and Jey delivered a powerful punch to his stomach, eliciting a pained groan from Carmelo as he doubled over in distress.

He released his grip on Carmelo's throat just as Jimmy landed a powerful right hook to his face, while Jey delivered a swift knee to his stomach, sending him crashing down to his knees.

Jimmy had tugged at his hair, forcing him to face him, his gaze cutting deep into his very essence. “You not talking shit no more huh pretty boy?” Jimmy rasped.

“Talkin allat that shit about cracking my girl if she wasn’t with me? Nah see ion okay about Gigi but u didn’t listen when I told yo’ ass the first time.” He hurled Carmelo across his hotel room like a toy, crashing him to the floor with force.

He mounted him and relentlessly pounded his face, blood streaming from his nose and lips. Finally, Carmelo summoned enough strength to shove him away, delivering a powerful right hook that sent Jimmy crashing into the chair behind him, giving Melo the upper hand.

Carmelo was mercilessly pummeling him, delivering brutal kicks to his gut until Jey appeared from behind, wrapping his arm around him and cutting off his breath. Jimmy staggered to his feet, feeling the sting of blood trickling from his split lip—Melo had left his mark.

He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the metallic taste of blood, like a wild man charging at Carmelo, delivering a brutal punch to his gut that forced blood to spill from his mouth—this was merely a warning.

He seized an empty chair and slammed it into his stomach, eliciting a cry of agony. He continued this brutal assault repeatedly until he finally hurled the chair to the floor.

Jimmy had cradled his chin making him look at him as Carmelo was trying to fight off from Jey’s grasp.

“The next time you wanna post some shit about my girl I won’t hesitate to put you in the fucking hospital you got me?” Jimmy said.

Carmelo shook his head in frustration as Jey released his grip, sending him crashing to the ground. He glared up at the twins, seething with anger, yet he knew better than to provoke them after the beating he had just endured.

Jimmy glanced at his bruised knuckles, tenderly rubbing them before he and Jey stormed out, slamming the door behind them and leaving Carmelo in a pool of blood.

Jimmy and Jey strolled back to his hotel room, gazing at one another.

“You think she’s gonna trip?” Jimmy asked.

Jey shrugged his shoulders before saying something, “may—“ At that moment, the hotel room door swung open, revealing Genesis with her arms crossed and a serious look on her face as she caught sight of the twins staring back at her.

She gazed at Jimmy, her heart sinking as she spotted his split lip and battered knuckles. Concern washed over her features as she gently cupped his chin, studying his face. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, realizing he had found himself in trouble again.

“Get in the room now, so I can treat your wound.” She said sternly.

He gave his brother a quick pat before stepping into the room. Genesis flashed a smile at Jey, wishing him goodnight as she closed the door, then moved towards her purse to gather the supplies needed to tend to his injury.

Without uttering a word, she observed him as he yanked his shirt off, carelessly tossing it aside, revealing his chiseled physique and flexing muscles. Once she gathered what she needed, she approached him, positioning herself between his legs.

He looked up at her, noticing the irritation etched on her face while his hands rested on her waist, drawing her nearer as she settled onto his lap, straddling him. She started to soak a cotton ball with peroxide, cautioning him about the impending sting.

She gently pressed the damp cotton against his split lip, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him. She reassured him that the sting would be brief as she tended to the injury on his lower lip.

A hush enveloped them as she concentrated on tending to his injury, feeling his hand glide down her backside, gently cradling her curves while his gaze remained fixed on her careful movements.

“You mad at me baby?” Jimmy asked in a deep raspy tone.

She took a glance at him then back at his wound causing him to squeeze her ass cheeks. “Babyyyy talk to me mama I’m sorry.” He begged.

Genesis finished tending to his wound, discarding the blood-soaked cotton ball into the nearby trash. He then rose from his lap and walked over to the table, where he began to return her belongings to her purse.

As she engaged in her task, she suddenly felt two powerful arms encircle her waist, accompanied by soft, lingering kisses trailing down her back, prompting her to turn and meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry baby, don’t be mad at me. I had to let Melo know what it was. I can't let him disrespect you mama.”

Understanding his instinct to shield her, Genesis let out a deep sigh and embraced him tightly, knowing she couldn't hold any anger towards him.

She softly pressed her lips against his before withdrawing, "I'm not angry, just let me know next time, okay? I really dislike it when you don't inform me about your whereabouts, particularly if you're with Jey," she expressed.

“My fault mamas, didn’t mean to leave like that.” He found himself captivated by her nightgown, which clung to her curves perfectly, prompting him to lift her by her legs and wrap them around his waist.

He guided her to the bed, gently pressing her onto the cool sheets while he hovered above her, planting playful, wet kisses along her neck, making her giggle in delight.

Her fingers wove through his hair as he teasingly tickled her sides, making her squirm with delight beneath his playful touch.

“Jimmyyyy stoppp.” She begged while trying to fight him off of her laughing.

“Or what?” His voice resonated with a deep, husky timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling damp and sticky against her thighs.

“Imma bite the fuck out of you Jimmy, get up.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “you gon’ bite me mama?”

“Hell yeah imma bite you if you don’t get yo’ big ass off of me.” She began to engage in a playful struggle, kicking at him and wrapping her legs around his head in an attempt to choke him, but he retaliated by biting her thighs.

With a swift motion, she pushed him aside as she rose from the bed, both of them standing tall and exchanging smirks. They were locked in a playful standoff, each waiting for the other to make a move. But she was the first to act, dashing towards him and attempting to tackle him onto the bed. Her plan succeeded, sending him sprawling back onto the sheets with her landing triumphantly on top.

She bent closer to his neck, playfully nibbling and leaving love bites that made him hiss in response to the sharp sting, all while she gently sucked on his skin.

“You not playing fair mama.” Jimmy said.

“I don’t care you deserve it.” Genesis replied as she continued to place hickies on his neck.

As she whimpered, she felt his hand land on her ass with a sharp smack, prompting him to flip her over and draw her closer to his hips. He pinned her arms above her head, locking eyes with her as she gazed up at him with an innocent expression.

He kissed her lips a few times before interlacing his fingers with hers.

“You too fucking pretty baby, I can’t wait to marry yo’ cute ass and have my kids.” She recalls the moment Quincy expressed his doubts, which made her question Jimmy's sincerity; however, deep down, she understood that Jimmy was different from Quincy—he was genuine.

“You wanna marry me?”

“Of course I do baby, I want you to be mine forever.” Jimmy pressed his lips against hers while she encircled his neck with her arms, drawing him nearer to intensify the kiss as he nestled between her legs.

His fragrance danced in her nostrils as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

“I love you Gigi.” Jimmy said.

“I love you too Jimmy, I’m so glad you came into my life.”

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GUARDED

a/n: Carmelo better watch out because Jimmy does not play with it comes to Genesis so he better tread lightly fr fr.

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

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decay-1 · 11 days ago

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in this essay i will…

does anyone else hate when jeff is depicted as some coldblooded completely-off-the-rails killer…

like in fanfics i’d read OF OTHER CREEPYPASTA he’s always some nosy bitch or torturing (y/n) or something

or in hcs/oneshots of him on tumblr hes super freaky like horny or just a complete psychopath LIKE I KNOW HES FUCKED UP BUT I DONT THINK HE’D BE SO FUCKED UP LIKE THIS YK???

Like you dont stop to think that maybe his relationship with his brother or family or with those 3 bullies didnt affect him in any way?? How he was before he turned into this??? Ik theres no canon but these people who just try to make it “realistic” and make the creepypastas just complete monsters ISNT REALISTIC AT ALL they completely disregard their backstories and what made them out to be what they are, they sprinkle very random and VERY TOXIC shit in like “he stabbed you as he kissed you” or some fucking variation and think “yep this is realistic!” what the FUCK

Just like those people who think ticci toby—MIND YOU WHO HAS BEEN ABUSED AND SEEN HIS OWN BELOVED SISTER ABUSED— would in return abuse his lover??? NO??? These people completely forget that toby had his older sister who’ve shown him what a caring touch is, who’s loved him and taught him wrong from right—and when she died he lost all of that AND his sanity. so, no, he would NOT ever EVER harm anyone he holds close to him

The same goes for jeff but with his older brother, Liu, who was the only one there for jeff as their parents neglected them. The damn boy took blame for jeffs wrongs, went to jail bcuz of it, helped him from the bullies, etc and that just tells you everything you need to know about their close relationship. And wasnt jeff just 13 in the original story? All he had was Liu for all these years, the emotional and maybe even physical neglect he went through would be crazy, he’d have trouble expressing his feelings and true thoughts and sure he’ll have episodes but GODDAMN NOT SO MUCH AS TO BE LIKE HOW THESE SOCIOPATHS write him???

people tend to forget he’s not supernatural, hes a HUMAN

Thnks fr coming to my ted talk

#Creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby x reader #Homicidal liu x reader

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wwefan2002 · 6 months ago

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mami's girl (a little R&R 2)

Rhea x !fem reader

CW: !dom Rhea, !soft Rhea, angst, possessive, smut, fluff

TW: fingering(both reciving), oral(!Reciving both)

18+ MINORS DNI

summary: after confessing her love for Rhea reader starts getting harassed by her ex and Rhea comes to the rescue, while also showing reader exactly who she belongs to ;)

A/N: enjoy guys im having fun writing it also taking request for more female wrestling fanfics :)

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Your walking backstage getting your mind focused on the match tonight you versus chelsa green for the US womans title your ready for her, you know you can beat her but as you are walking to the locker room your stopped by your ex you look at him with anger in your eyes, he trys to come close to you but you put your arm out to back him up a bit, "what are you doing" you ask giving him a disgusted look, "im just trying to get a good look at you" he smirks, you want to throw up at hearing that "well I don't want to see you" you say trying to move away from him but he stops you grabbing your arm, " HEY LET GO OF ME" you say loudly, he still try's to get close to you, you back up slightly only to be met with a wall at your back now he has you cornered your heart racing, you want to hide as your hands tremble as he looks at you this time his eyes replaced with anger, you try to move again but he stops you "im just trying to look at my girl" he says making your skin crawl. You try your best to stay calm until you hear a familiar voice " HEY MOTHER FUCKER SHE SAID LET HER GO" you hear Rhea yell loudly as she rushes over seeing you being corned by him, she looks at him the fire burning hotter then hell in her eyes as she walks up to him he turns to face her, they are nose to nose he looks at her and laughs, "or what are you going to do she is mine Afterall" he smirks Rhea's burning a hole through him she grabs him and throws him the floor "you stay away from her if I ever see you near her again I will cut of your balls and feed them to you" she says she then turns to you grabbing your hand and leads you to the locker room where you sit on the couch as Rhea closes the door behind you. Once inside she sits next to you, your hands still shaking from what just happened Rhea looks at you "are you ok babe did he hurt you" she asks looking at your arm were he grabbed it " that son of bitch if he ever touches you again please tell me", you look at Rhea and nod as she wraps her arms around you holding you close " its ok babe he can't hurt you now" she says feeling you shaking, you turn to her before bursting in to tears at the fear you felt. Rhea looks at you and takes your face in her hands wiping away your tears "its ok babe he won't hurt you ever again ill make sure of it because your mine now"

You look at Rhea taking her hands in yours looking down at her hands looking at her black and purple nail polish and the ink that covers her hands, you then lift your head to look at Rhea " im....im yours" you say questioning if Shes serious, she looks at you smiling, "yes babe your mine and I'm yours I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you" she says smiling at you, you look into her eyes and you can see she really means that, you bury your head in her chest running your hands along her arm admiring the ink that adorns them, she softly rubs your back and places a soft kiss on your forehead, you look up at her smiling "so I guess you are my mami now huh" you say smiling at her she looks at you smiling as she chuckles "yes princess" she says as your heart about beats out of your chest at her saying princess, your mind being but at ease by her words and her touch. You look at Rhea smiling "ok now I have to get ready for my match please don't try to kill anyone for me" you say smirking she smirks at you as you stand up to change into your gear, " no promises" she says as you turn and go get changed before coming back to finish getting your boots on, Rhea looks at you as you adjust yourself in the mirror, she comes up behind you and puts her hands on your ass to which you look at her in mirror and roll your eyes " really" you say playfully as you smirk Rhea looks at you as she squeezes your ass " I have to show everyone who you belong to and that includes you" Rhea says as she chuckles, you look at her " oh really so I belong to you now" you say smiling slyly " well then how about you show me that I belong to you tonight" you say smirking, but before you finish smiling Rhea turns you around pressing you against the wall with your hands above your head, Rhea looks at you her oceanic blue eyes filled with lust, " mamis going to show you that you belong to her" she says getting close to you before placing kisses on your earlobe, you giggle before she lets you finish getting ready for your match.

You look at Rhea walking over to her before giving her a kiss "you got this babe show them who the champ is" she says before you turn to go to gorilla Rhea gives your ass a nice smack watching it giggle; you jump a little at the feeling as you turn back to look at her, she smirks you roll your eyes playfully at her as you go to gorilla. You and Chelsa have a barn burner of a match after 20 minutes you finally got the win as you rolled off Chelsa after pinning her you get on your knees putting your head to the mat tears running down your face as you hear the announcer " AND NEW UNITED STATES WOMENS CHAMPION Y/N" you look up from the mat out at the crowd as the ref hands you the title you raise it high above your head as more tears stream down your face, through everything that happened today and over the past month you finally achieved your dream of winning a title in WWE, you finally won your first title and it didn't feel really as you stared at the title your hand it felt like a dream, as you walked through gorilla the first person you see is Rhea, she rushes to you lifting you off your feet spinning you around, " OMG YOU DID IT" she screamed you smiled big as she held you, she finally put you done and you looked at her smiling big " I did it" you said both you and Rhea laughing and smiling, as the next person you saw was triple H he congratulates you on the win and all the hard work you have put in he then leans in to whisper to you " just so you know I saw what that guy did he's fired and make sure you thank Rhea tonight" you look at him smiling and nodding as you grab Rhea's arm and you both walk back to the locker room to change. You both get changed and head back to the hotel title over your shoulder you still couldn't believe that you actually won, as you made your way to your hotel room Rhea was walking behind you staring at your ass and you knew it so when you finally got into the room you put your bag in the corner and when you bent down to grab some more comfy clothes you made sure to shake your ass at her giving her a little show. You then turned and went to the bathroom to change Rhea changed and then sat on the bed waiting for you to return, Once you returned from the bathroom you saw Rhea sitting on the edge of the bed, you sit next to her turning to face her smiling, she looks into your eyes watching as the light reflects off them turning them from dark brown to a light brown, she then takes your hands running her thumbs over your hands, you look at her "so who do I belong to mami" you say smirking at her, her eyes lighting up with lust, before you can even react she has her hand on your throat your heart beating fast, "ill show you" she growls as she pushes you back into the bed grabbing your pants and pulling them down to reveal that you weren't wearing any panties because you knew she wanted you that way.

Rhea looks at you and smiles "oh someone wanted to show off for mami huh you naughty girl not wearing any panties anyone could have seen the outline of your pussy" she says as you smile "well I did it for you mami" you say smirking as she removes your pants the rest of the way before discarding them on the floor and then crawling up the bed getting on top of you, Rhea starts kissing your neck and your collarbone making sure to leave marks to show everyone who you belong to, the hairs on your body standing up at the feeling of her lips on your skin, you moan softly as she kisses all the way down your stomach, you watch as she does so your eyes dancing over her skin admiring the gargoyle tattoo on her back as your hands glide through her onyx colored hair, she then spreads your legs reveling your soaking wet core, she then places kisses along your inner thighs as she does she licks and bites them making sure to leave her mark on you no one can have only Rhea can. She then finally starts licking at your folds causing you to whimper, she smiles hearing how good she's making you feel she starts licking you up and down your folds stopping just before your clit causing you to whine out " ohh....ohhh please mami" you whine out she looks up at you " please mami what princess" she says making you melt you were like puddy in her hands melting at her words and her touch, " please eat my pussy mami" you say she smiles before finally plunging her tounge deep in your sweet core, causing you to moan loud and squirm at her tounge inside you, your hands gripping her head hard trying to push her head deeper into your pussy. Rhea then stops and takes her tounge out of you causing you to whimper, but before you can even think she has you by the throat again " you let mami do what she wants you don't get to cum until mami says do you understand" she says as her eyes stare through to your soul. " ye....yes mami" you say through breaths she then lets your throat go and kisses you deeply, your juices covering her tounge as she snakes her tounge in your mouth allowing you to taste yourself on her tounge causing you to moan as you feel Rhea tugging at your shirt you then raise your arms allowing her to take it off as she breaks the kiss, she then removes her own clothes giving you a good look at her ass you stare at every inch of her body from the curves of her ass to the neatly trimmed pubic hair that covers just above her pussy to her tone abs and her juicy tits and her beautifully full areolas, you look at her hard nipples just wanting to take them in your mouth and suck them for hours, but you know mamis in charge you look at Rhea as she sits back on the bed between your legs but before you can speak you feel her fingers enter your tight walls causing you to moan as she curls two fingers inside you slowly thrusting them in and out of you. You grip he head running your fingers through her hair as she starts thrusting in you faster " pl...please mami make me cum please" you beg as she quickens her thrusting she then starts licking your pussy as she thrusts her fingers in you causing you to squirm even more, " ohh......ohhhh fuc......fuck mami right there" you maon out as she keeps fingering you, then she finally sucks at your clit taking your bundle of nerves in her mouth and sucking softly at them. " ohhhhhh......fu......fu....fuck" you moan barely able to form sentences as she keeps licking " you wanna cum for mami you wanna cum all over mamis face princess" she says, you nod as you try to hold back your orgasm.

Rhea looks at you and smiles "cum for mami princess cum all over mamis face" she says, the words flowing through your ears as your body heats up and you finally cum all over Rhea's face your juices squirting out on her face and tits as she places kisses on your sweet core while drinking all of your juices making sure to not waste a single drop of the sweet nectar, as you come down from your climax Rhea crawls up to you and kisses you once again allowing you to taste your juices on her tounge then then pulls away from the kiss and you take the chance and pull her close to you licking your juices off her face before swallowing all of them, Rhea grins at seeing you do it she then lays down and you switch spots with her this time you are now between her legs, your hands running up her skin feeling every inch of her soft skin, you then crawl up to Rhea kissing her from her neck down to her abs and back up to her boobs where you then softly kiss her boobs before finally taking one of her nipples in your mouth sucking it deeply like your trying to get milk out of it, Rhea moans as she feels your soft lips wrap around her nipple " mmmm...fuck princess just like that" she moans as you continue to suck her nipples taking turns sucking them both while also pinching them, Rhea then grabs your face pulling you up to her looking into your eyes " make mami cum princess" she says and you then slide down between her legs spreading them wide allowing you access to her soft wet folds as you slowly start licking her folds you run your hands along her thighs feeling how soft her skin is and how toned her thighs are you then slowly slide two fingers inside her causing her to moan " ohh...fuck just like that princess" her words softened by her accent making them like silk as they entered you ears causing you to moan into her pussy as you started fingering her you then slowly and softly sucked her clit into your mouth swirling your tounge around her bundle of nerves lightly running them through your teeth causing Rhea to push your head deeper into her pussy so your nose was pressing on her pelvis as her hips bucked against your face you took her sweet juices into your mouth the taste so sweet and euphoric as you inhaled the scent of her juices you almost came at the intoxicating smell and taste of them, Rhea moaned out loudly " mamis going to cum princess mamis cumming" as she said that you felt her pussy tighten around your fingers as her juices coated your face, you softly kissed her pussy as she came down from her climax she then sat up and grabbed your chin pulling you to her as she kissed you deeply and with such fire and passion her tounge found yours and she tasted her juices on your tounge as you moaned into her mouth as she kissed you, she then pulled away and then licked her juices off your face before kissing you again this time making you swallow her juices as well as your own, Rhea then pulled away and layed back in the bed as you layed down next to her curling up close to her your head buried in her chest, she looked down at you and smiled, " you did such a good job for mami princess and now that I marked you your mine forever" as she looked at the marks left on your neck you smiled and looked up at her "im yours forever mami I love you" you said as she smiled she looked at you and ran her hands through your hair " i love you to princess" she said as you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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