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dancingaliensfics · 6 days ago

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Remmick NSFW Alphabet

This is pretty self explanatory. I haven't really formatted this or proof read it, I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm tired and need to sleep lol but I wanna get this posted since it just came to me. Wrote this in my notes app bc I couldn't be bothered opening docs, thats how quick this came to me lol so theres not even spell check really.

I do personally prefer sub remmick but I've tried to have a mix in here of both because I think it's more realistic to him as a character. I might add some more stuff it tomorrow idk.

Warnings: nsfw content, mentions of drinking blood, one section with gore mention that you can skip, idk i can't remember tbh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn't like to clean you up after sex. Not because he doesn't care but because he likes how you look all dirty and messy. So cleanup is out of the question unless you're willing to wait 30 minutes for him to have his fill, by which point he's usually ready to again lol. He does like to cuddle though, he's quite a physical guy and keeping contact with you is important to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes your hands. I've made a post already about how he likes to have your fingers in his mouth and i stand by that. So i wont say too much about it again here.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's nasty guys. He like to cum on you. His favourite place is probably your stomach but he doesn't really care where as long as he can see it dripping down you. He cums a lot and because he's a vampire he can go again pretty quickly, probably after like 10 minutes, so by the end of the night you're covered. He also likes to spread it around with his fingers cause he's a weirdo.

He will absolutely eat his own cum. When he cums in your mouth make sure to kiss him afterwards because he loves it, it gets him hard so quick. Or you can just scoop it up with your fingers and push it into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok I have two things for this. The first one isn't particularly scandalous but it is something I think he'd be embarrassed by. When he's alone and feeling himself he imagines you and him back in his home town from when he was alive, living a quiet life in his childhood home. He loves to imagine you in the dresses the pretty girls used to wear when he was young. Honestly he creates pretty vivid scenarios, bringing you flowers back after a day working on the farm, putting your children to bed after dinner, undressing you slowly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. Climbing into bed together and just making gentle love before falling asleep in each other's arms. He keeps this a secret because it goes against his whole philosophy that vampirism is a gift. You two can't have children, atleast not in that way, and he'll never be back in that little house on the farm.

Now for the actually dirty one. I'm not really sure how to explain this but I'm gonna try my best. Basically he likes being told to use parts of you. Like for example, being told he can only use your thighs or your hand to get off. There's something so degrading about it that just really gets him going. It's another one that he wouldn't be able to verbalise, but having to make himself cum while only being able to rut against the sole of your foot or the space between your thighs is humiliating in a hot way. He doesn't have specific body part fetishes, he's not into feet or anything specifically, it's just being told he can only touch that part of you i guess.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very but also not. He's had a lot of sex and he's very good at it, but he doesn't have much experience being vulnerable and having that Intimacy he would have with you if you're in an actual relationship. Remmick is also not very experienced with being cared for by someone and wanted in a way that goes beyond the physical. So yes, he can give you the best night you've ever had, but hold his hand and promise to stay with him forever and he's a bit stumped.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to look at your face so you'll often find yourself in some variation of missionary. Tbh I don't know all the fancy names and neither does remmick, he just wants to look at your eyes. He's quite fond of prone bone though and anything that let's him look up at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely goes back and forth. I think simply through his nature or being a vampire, sex isn't always serious for him. He's very old and doesn't view sex in the same special way mortals might, especially in the 30s. But that doesn't mean it isn't special when he's with you. He always values your Intimacy together and often will be quite serious, especially if he's in a more melancholic mood. But he's a Goofy guy, he doesn't take things very seriously and he makes jokes in inappropriate situations that don't usually land. Obviously a lot of his silly guy persona was fake, but i think it's also clear from other interactions where he's trying to really connect with people that remmick is quite an odd guy and that does bleed through into sex. Sometimes he just does weird or random stuff. So yeah I think sex with remmick is a real mixed bag when it comes to seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not groomed at all. He is quite hairy and doesn't see a problem with that. He does trim every so often, but being from a time where shaving body hair just wasn't a thing, he doesn't often think about it. He has a lovely happy trail that leads right from his navel all the way down. He has thick dark curls down there that run wild. If it really bothered you, you could ask him to groom more but I don't think he would. He likes a hairy bush and doesn't get the modern fascination with hairless pussies and balls so he has no interest in it on himself. I just really isn't something he thinks about.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with remmick is always very intimate. Even when it isn't serious, the Intimacy is always there. There's a few reasons for this really. The first is that sex with remmick using involves one of you bleeding, and the exchange of blood is something he sees as very meaningful. It's not only his food source, the thing he survives on, but he also still has many old world believes about humours and the transfer of energy through blood. The second reason is that sex is one of the few times remmick will be vulnerable. You can really break down those walls and see another side of him, especially if you've been at it for a while. And the last is that if you're also a vampire, you and remmick have a mental link that connects all of your feelings, sensations and thoughts. There's really nothing more intimate than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it a lot lol. Being in a relationship does nothing to slow him down. Whether you're away from each other, in another room or sat right in front of him, it doesn't matter, he loves to feel himself up. He actually is quite a voyeur and loves to Jack off while you watch, especially if you give him instructions on how to do it. He also loves to have your smell around him while feeling himself, whether it's by just straight up sniffing you or from something of yours he has with him. He always takes something of yours with him when he goes on trips away, usually underwear or a scarf since those have the strongest scent but he'll even take a handkerchief if you offer it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it's probably easier to list things he isn't into. But I'm gonna touch on one isn't haven't really seen or talked about before. Remmick is a masochist. He's also a sadist but there's plenty of fics about that. He loves being hurt. Honestly sometimes he goes too far with it, and he really needs a partner who cares about him enough to draw that line. He talks a big game but he has a lot of self hatred he refuses to acknowledge and pain is a good way for him to ignore that. So its good to put him in a control environment where you can make sure he doesn't go too far. Slap him, choke him, bite him, scratch him. He loves it all.

He also likes to be treated like a dog. I've mentioned this a few times on my blog now haha so hopefully I don't become that girl, but he is really into that. Make him crawl on his hands and knees, tell him to pick your hands, let him hump your leg, he loves it. He likes to lick your face a lot which can be a bit icky but indulge him. He like to be punished and rewarded, it's a good way to keep him in check. And he likes this dynamic outside of the bedroom as well. Send out on errands and call him a good boy when he does well. Give him head pats when hes good and smack him when he's bad. Ah I can't get carried away here.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. I've already talked about this but he will fuck you on the side of the road or in the middle of a bar he doesn't give a shit. He likes for people to watch and he likes to be dirty. But there is something special to him about a private bed, it's somewhat nostalgic and makes his old man brain feel good or something I guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Again, anything and everything. This man is so horny, he is ready to go 24/7. But simple things like the wind blowing through your hair, watching you walk barefoot through a field or the smell of you as you walk past, are often the ones that do it the most him. Oh and watching you perform, if you're some kind of artist. That really drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't thing he likes the thought of really degrading someone he's actually in love with much. Don't get me wrong, he can be a mean dom when he wants, but I don't think he would ever do something that would actually make you feel bad. His whole world revolves around his partner, they're his god in a weird, possessive way, and he wouldn't do something like brand you or insult your physical appearance. He would also never make you feel bad about your personality. While he might call you a slut or pathetic, things like insulting you for being needy he just wouldn't do. I think he also would be interested in others degrading you. So while he enjoys bringing others into your sex life, it's purely for them to service you. He'll never tolerate someone insulting you in anyway.

He also won't let any of the fresh vampires near you because he doesn't think it's a good idea. Even if you're also a vampire, they can be too rowdy and he doesn't like it so yeah there's a waiting time for anyone freshly turned.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HES A MUNCH.

Cmon we all know that. This man loves eating pussy, day and night. If it was possible he would never stop. He loves the taste, the smell, the feeling of your legs squeezing his head. He just can't get enough. He eats like man starving, and he laps that shit up like a dog. He also moans so loud while eating you out. He honestly doesn't like 69 very much because he wants to focus on the task at hand lmao.

I also have to say, he loves sucking dick. He find it so relaxing, he could honestly fall asleep with a dick in his mouth. He loves to struggle on a big cock and he loves to take a small one fully into his mouth. The one thing I'm sad about is that I don't have a dick for this man to suck because it really is one of his favourite things.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ah it really depends. His mood changes quite quickly and that influences how he fucks. A session can start out one way and change up half way through. There's not much consistency with Remmick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Remmick loves a quickie. He'll ask for them all the time, at every opportunity. God forbid you have to be somewhere on time because he will stop you at some point to ask for a quick fuck. Most of the time he asks for a quickie though, it isn't so he can fuck you, it's so he can get a taste of your pussy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes yes. He will give almost anything a try atleast once, although most things he's already done. He's also a massive voyeur as I said before so he doesn't care about getting caught. I mean he shares a hive mind so it doesn't really matter to him anyway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a vampire so his Stamina is very good but not impossibly so. He can if he wants to last a long time each round but remmick is not a patient man so he usually doesn't. You can tell him to hold out though and then he's happy to. But to him it doesn't matter because whether he's cum or not, your fussy is getting eaten. He can go for quite a lot of rounds honestly, probably 4 or 5 most days but stretching up to 7 if he pushes it. But he still needs time between and he doesn't like to over do things so most days it's gonna be more like 2 to 3.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

What toys did they have in the 1930s? I'm not sure i need to do some reading on that. But I think remmick quite likes involving toys both on himself and you, whatever they are. He especially likes bondage on you both although he keeps breaking all the pretty rope you get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the king of teasing. Good luck if he gets in one of these moods because there is no escape. It will start at dusk as soon you're up, with light touches and coy looks and continue right up until dawn when he finally let's you cum after hours of fucking you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Remmick is so loud jesus. If you have neighbours, they hate you. And if you're trying to stray hidden you'll have to gag him. Even then you can still hear his panting and muffled moans. He also talks none stop during sex, I mean really runs him mouth. The man does not know how to shut up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Big gore warning here, i personally feel a bit sick reading stuff like this even though I wrote it so just warning you guys first.

He wants you to bite him. Ok yeah that's obvious. But not just a few times, he wants you to cover him all over in deep, bloody bites. He wants it to hurt. He wants people to look at him and think he's been attacked by some wild animal. Honestly he wants you to eat him. To tear chunks off and swallow them. To crack his bones and tear parts off him. Break open his ribs and pull out his heart and rip pieces out with your teeth. He finds the idea of being consumed deeply erotic and also very intimate. It makes him feel very safe, knowing pieces of him are inside of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice and thick. Probably a solid 6 to 6.5 inches with a good girth. He stretches you out just right. Uncut and a red tip. Heavy balls that hang low.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

All day everyday, ask and you shall receive. He really is hungry as a dog lol.

You know he's ready for it when he starts drooling. The drool really isn't something he can control, it just happens when his body decides its time to eat which often gets mixed up with being horny. So yeah, it's pretty common for you to look over and see him covered in drool, mouth open and shameless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

Depends. Some days he's straight to sleep while others he gets kinda sad and wistful after sex and stays awake watching you. He also gets kinda stressed you're gonna disappear or leave if he closes his eyes sometimes so you might occasionally find him staring at you for a long time. But your presence is very comforting for him and he always sleeps better with you.

#remmick #remmick x reader

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bunnwich · 4 days ago

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Was just revisiting your blog for some quality Leona content but I was wondering in you had some more Leona bf HCs to feed us? Tysm for all the hard work you do fr.🛐🛐🛐

Hi! I assume you’re talking about this post? I’m really flattered you enjoy my stuff. Thank you so much!! I’ll echo what I said in my other post that I think shipping and yumeing with a comfort character is very personal and that little headcanons and interpretations can vary from person to person. At the end of the day, it’s about what YOU wanna see and reflect into your romance! I think taking the time to add your own lil HCs and lore is the fun part!

✨MORE✨ Leona Boyfriend Headcanons

Bedtime rituals are important: Leona mentions enjoying baths a few times, so I think that this quiet time with his partner would be his favorite, and Leona is even more motivated to do nightly self-care rituals. And when his partner doesn't stay the night, sometimes he "forgets" and does wear his braids multiple days. (Leona just mentions that you should come over and fix his braids if you don't like how he does it when you're not around.)

Unfortunately, he enjoys banter, teasing, and playfighting. Anyway, he can get a little rise out of you. NGL, he’s a super annoying bf that makes you wanna hit him sometimes, but in a lighthearted way. It’s never mean, only annoying. You'll become wise to his "tells" anyway, and realize he’s not serious (he’s very hard for others to read BTW) BUT you KNOW when he’s just pulling your leg.

Eating meals together is another thing he always tries to do, and works his schedule around this ritual. He likes the idea that you are getting enough to eat, and I do think sharing a meal is one of his love languages. Seeing you nourished and while indulging in delicious food (something he also enjoys) makes him feel good.

He doesn’t tolerate disrespect of you in ANY form, teasing is one thing, but he will never speak badly of you or let anyone else. AND HE’D NEVER IGNORE YOU OR ACT LIKE HE’S SIMPLY PUTTING UP WITH YOU. (✨No aloof BF here!!✨) In fact, he may get the habit of texting you TOO much. He’s a handful, and you are his emotional springboard in a way. He doesn't have many close bonds with others, so when he's away from you for too long, he gets restless and will start texting you what he's doing and why it is so dull without you. (He’d never pull you away from friends or anything because he's pretty self-aware of how needy he can be. We love a man with emotional intelligence.)

He’s not a TOTAL pushover, especially when “Coach Leona” comes out. He's not afraid to tell you when he thinks you’re wrong. A tough love session or two where he may just tell you you're too nosy and should be focused on yourself, or let you know when he thinks you may be going about something wrong. He DOES place you on a pedestal in his mind, and if he’s a little tough on you, it's just bc he wants you to be successful. He believes partners should be a TEAM and push each other when needed. (You’ll certainly love to boss him around!!)

Once together, he will NEVER request that you clean up after him or run errands for him. (Unless you really want to ig.) You're NOT one of his underlings or expected to be subservient to him in any way, you are his partner and therefore equal.

All of Savanaclaw’s attitude will shift about you, and he will request that they should respect you. And hey, if you are tough enough to get with their “boss” then ofc they would respect you anyway without him even saying.

Queen/King/Prince/Princess (whatever you prefer) Treatment. He wants to spoil you but respects your independence. He’s studied you well enough by now to know when to hold back and let you take control. It’s cute…and VERY attractive to see you lead. In fact, he wants to see you at your best, commanding situations and building your skills.

✨BRO HAS A LICENSE.✨ And (I think) a secret car. He keeps it just off the NRC campus. He used to go for long drives alone along Sage's Island’s coast, but now he has company~ He’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go. These drives with you keep him sane. And he’ll take you shopping and dinner dates, most likely just mean-mugging the whole time or falling asleep on the bench by the dressing rooms. BUT HE’LL DO IT FOR YOU. (Yes, dear…)

His peace is your alone time together, without the noise of the outside world or others. Just curled up in his arms playing mobile chess or watching one of those boring history documentaries I know he's into. (Relationships are about compromise, okay??) He’ll let you choose what you watch, too. He's a professional bedrotter, so on those days where relaxation is needed, he's right beside you, asking you what kind of food you want him to order for you. If you wanna yap to him about the terrible book you just read, hey he’s fine with that too!

He KNOWS he is not the most…well, exciting partner, and that self-consciousness shows through sometimes. He’ll do his best to keep you happy, but he probably needs reassurance that he’s not boring you to death with his 15-minute chess lectures or lethargic lifestyle. He’s an old man at heart.

IMO Leona got his first idea of love from romance novels!! After being disillusioned, he ofc put all that “nonsense” to bed as a kid. But I like to think there is still a part of him who is a hopeless romantic softie. He's secretly dreamed of having a “great love” in his life and a strong partner just like his brother. Someone not like all the others, and who will always be there by his side. So don't be surprised when he pulls out a move or line that you’d NEVER expect him to say. (Maybe a dry delivery, but he’d say it!!)

Not always, but sometimes, Leona can be…strangely sweet, but HE MEANS IT. I do think he’s a bit socially stunted in some areas. As in…he doesn't always know what to say in intimate situations, so stealing a few lines from this “stupid book” he read as a kid is NOT above him. That’s what a prince would say, right? In fact, in trying to be so PAINFULLY logical all the time, he might apply “romance” he learned from books in real life to a devastatingly cheesy, old-fashioned, and endearing degree. (He’d never tell tho.)

I’LL SAY IT, Leona’s version of “lovey dovey talk” is talking in the third person. “You know your lion loves ya right?” “Your lion’s been lonely without ya.” “Your lion misses his_” (Insert whatever cheesy nickname he’s chosen for you). Notice how he conveniently puts himself as ✨possessed✨ by you. Because that's all he wants!! It's cemented in his head. Before he’s sure you feel the same, he’ll make sure you know that he is, in fact, YOUR lion. No arguments. You have to reap what you’ve sown.

In public, these “Your Lion” quips are whispered under his breath, maybe even in your ear. But, in private, he’s fine with rolling over for you like an overgrown house cat, and saying these things loud and proud. He’s looking at you with such a soft expression, you wonder if this is the same intimidating leader of the Savanaclaw dorm you came to know at the beginning of the year.

He’s completely love sick for you. He hates this, but also ✨REVELS✨ IN IT. And what I mean by this is, I think “being in love” would be a bittersweet experience for Leona. He feels very deeply too DEEPLY. He's always been a sensitive guy, and eventually he will settle into a comfortable love…but after SO MANY YEARS of being alone, not just romantically, but without many close bonds OF ANY KIND, the feeling of love would make him feel sorta…sick at first. But, being the grumpy masochist we know…I think Leona would give in to this torture, become addicted to you, especially after you promise that you’re here to stay.

At night, he holds you a little too tight sometimes, but that’s because...he can’t believe you’re really here with him, and the thought of going back to how his life was before you were in it is more painful than anything.

#twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x yuu #twisted wonderland #leona x reader #leona x yuu #leona twisted wonderland #ask #lion talk🦁#anon

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k-hotchoisan · 1 year ago

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mmmmmm been thinkin abt photographer!san right nd he is know for his boudoir photography but his latest client’s got him in a chokehold like god how is she so fuckin sexy nd he can’t focus at all bc fuck all he wants to do is fuck her senseless— HELP

Your wish is my command Angel! Thank you for being patient 😘

As always, enjoy 🩷

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Synopsis: encouraged by your friend, you give boudoir photography a try after recovering from a break up, you find yourself doing more than just be a model.

Genres/warnings: smut, boudoir photographer!San x model!reader, sexual tension, unprotected sex, cream pies, mention of oral

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

“Boudoir photography?” You reiterate. Your friend nods.

“A friend of a friend of a friend tried it recently and apparently she’s been full of confidence. Her boyfriend adores it too!” Your friend squeals.

You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering how semi-nude photos taken by a professional photographer in this niche would boost one’s confidence.

Your friend’s eyes dart to you again, and then your phone pings. You look at the link your friend sent you. It’s a referral code for a promotion. You turn to her, gaze still dripping with skepticism.

“Come on, just try it. You’re a lovely person and you deserve to see it for yourself! Boudoir photography might really help at not being constantly self critical.”

You weren’t an entirely insecure person, and you were sure of that. It’s just that, after the rough break up with your ex, and seeing them move on instantly (like two fuckin weeks) with a new partner, undoubtedly was a gut punch to your self esteem, while you were still stuck grieving over the lost relationship and wasted time.

You’ve heard of boudoir photography, but you’ve never actually understood the concept of it, considering that it was niche, and that you don’t really know the point of it. You glance down at the referral link before deciding to just fuck it and sign up.

San is working overtime again, meticulously editing and touching up the photos. It’s become a natural part of him to almost be a perfectionist, whether when on the ground taking photos of the model or the post editing process. But he never loses the sight of letting the women shine naturally through their photos. After all, in such a niche market, they picked him. Definitely, he has his mix of male boudoir models, but the women evidently take up a higher ratio. He understands that one of the most important aspects of boudoir photography is trust and comfort with his models, which has them coming back for more sessions, sometimes even with their partners.

Setting up his own business in such a niche market was difficult of course, and he’s grateful that he’s managed to make a name for himself. But sometimes he’s grateful that his good looks are an added bonus to drawing in his clients.

His email pings and it makes him pause his work. Maybe he should finish it tomorrow. San glances at the fresh email that sits in his inbox.

An appointment via referral.

He opens it, and looks through the client’s information. At the bottom box for comments, sits a short question.

[Just wondering, what should I expect for my appointment? Is there anything I should prepare?]

He takes a moment before he drafts a reply.

[Hey there! Nice to meet you. I’m Choi San, boudoir photographer of Woodie’s Studios. First of all, thank you for choosing our studio for your boudoir experience!

Regarding your question, come in with an open mind. For what to wear, you may bring a set of clothes/lingerie of whatever you feel confident in.

I don’t bite, I promise!]

He reads the reply a second time before he hits send. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s gotten questions like these anyway. His train of concentration is broken, so he decides to call it a night.

You reach the opaque door of a clean-looking studio apartment. The sign has San’s studio name and logo imprinted on it, so you’re sure that you are at the right location.

You press the door bell and it chimes a lovely tune. There is a quiet pause, before the door handle clicks and the door itself pulls back. Before you stood a really, no, an insanely good looking, tall male. His glasses rest loosely on the bridge of his nose as his small eyes meet yours. His brunette hair is slightly messy. He wears an expression of confusion at first, but it turns into something unreadable. You think for a spilt second that he may have gotten the wrong client, but your rationale reminds you that you did send him photos of yourself so he’s able to recognise you. You blink once, then twice because you were starting to get lost at how handsome your photographer was.

“Choi San..?” you say, with a small tilt of your head.

Then it’s his turn to blink, and he snaps out of that small trance he seemed to be caught in for a few seconds. Then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he greets you.

“Hey! Y/n right? Sorry, was tryna recognise you. I promise I don’t usually take that long to process”, he chuckles, pulling the door wider as he ushers you in, reminding you to switch out your shoes for the apartment slippers.

The hallway San brings you down is brightly lit and spilt into a couple of sections which you assumed one of them would be the photo studio itself. A couple of posters of pin up girls hang on the walls, all of them beautiful and stunning.

He then stops at a glass door and pushes it, to what you assumed to be his office.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a cup of tea. Any preferences?”, he gestures. You shake your head as you let yourself sink into the velvet couch, gingerly leaving your bag of clothing beside you. San gives a polite nod and excuses himself to the pantry.

And the moment the door shuts behind him, he tears his glasses off the bridge of his nose and hooks the branch onto his collar.

His hand is placed over his heart.

San has photographed many different women over the course of his career, some breathtakingly beautiful. But none has ever made his heart skip a beat and caused his words to be stuck at the back of his throat, not like you did. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you looked like—the pictures you sent served that purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he never expected you to look like that in real life, and for once, he almost doesn’t know how to react. His thoughts are all over the place as he paces into the pantry to prepare your tea. As he’s dipping the tea bag into the piping hot water, he begins feeling self conscious—was his hair too shrivelled? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? He tightens his grip on the mug and hastily makes his way back to his office.

San returns, with a smile on his face as he settles the cup onto the coffee table before you, and he joins you, seated on a velvet armchair across you.

“Take your time”, he reassures. “We can start after this, if you’re feeling comfortable, or we can just talk a little to ease your nerves.” It doesn’t take you much to think—you opt for the latter of course.

San laughs and nods. “I get that a lot, especially from first time female clients. It’s valid of course, having a male being your photographer for boudoir can sound off-putting. Perhaps looking at my portfolio might put you slightly at ease?” He reaches out for a large and thick leather-bound photo album. You let it rest on your lap as you receive it with a soft “thank you”, and flip the album open, and you’re instantly awestruck—San’s work spoke for himself. The models were diverse, both in nationalities and body shapes, all equally stunning and sensual in their own expressive ways. The only common denominator was the glint of genuine emotion and confidence reflected in their eyes.

You wonder to yourself—could you look and feel as confident as them? As you skim through the pictures, you feel yourself falling in love with the models as well—their genuine smiles when they do and the gazes they give.

When San catches himself staring at you being absorbed in admiring his portfolios, he feels his cheeks flush and he looks down, wondering what you think of it all.

“I see why you have so many clients. The pictures are gorgeous”, you say, shutting the photo album and handing it back to him. San flashes a sheepish smile and mutters a “thank you” loud enough for you to hear. The silence in the room remains a for awhile as you sip the tea, letting it calm your nerves. You don’t even know it but the person with actual jittery nerves was San himself, a feeling that he never expected to feel since the last time he did was when he started out this business three years ago.

“So… what’s the goal of being a boudoir model, if you don’t mind me asking? Like was it a long time thing you wanted to try or was it something spontaneous?” He asks to break the silence.

“I broke up with my ex recently”, you respond curtly, before taking another sip of the tea. Damn, this is some good ass tea. San blinks at your reply, unsure of what to make out of the bluntness. Before he attempts to reply, you continue, “and my friend sent me a referral to your studio, and I thought to myself, why not? I want to feel confident in my own skin. Also, I think it’s an interesting way of self exploration.” Your gaze meets his, and it’s his turn to look awestruck. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest when he laughs softly, when his smile reaches his eyes. It’s the way that he’s confident of his craft, and it’s making you warm up to him even more.

Your fingertips tap on the mug softly. Your gaze lands on the photobook once more.

“Does taking such risqué pictures affect you when you first started out?” You ask before taking another sip. San ponders about the question for awhile. He has people asking him that before, but for some reason, he wants to be slightly more transparent with you.

“I don’t see about my clients in a sexual way, even if they physically look appealing to me. In the end, self confidence and comfort always comes first, and I think that’s what I enjoy seeing in my clients when they become more comfortable in their own skin. People don’t understand how difficult it is to fully love yourself”, he replies.

That’s when you understand why San’s photography studio had so many recurring clients.

“Why boudoir? I think sensuality and intimacy is a form of art. It’s beautiful—watching people discover parts of themselves they never knew existed and falling in love. You don’t have to be conventionally attractive to be a boudoir model.

The money’s good, of course, but the satisfaction of watching my clients giving me feedback of them realising they deserve to love themselves more, or discovering other sides of themselves is nothing short of rewarding.”

By the time he’s done explaining, you feel a rush of confidence in yourself. It’s only been about ten minutes since the both of you just sat and talked, but you see that he definitely prioritises your comfort before he even begins the sessions. You ball your fingers into a fist, meeting San’s gaze with determination, telling him, “I think I’m ready.”

San’s eyes brighten up. “Great! You can use the bathroom to the left, and I’ll meet you at the photo studio just opposite the office.” He stands up, opening the door for you, and you bow slightly in courtesy as you head to the washroom to change. San’s heart beats faster, wondering what you’re gonna wear for the shoot.

San is fixing the sheets of the bed, then the studio lights at the perfect angle he wants it to be. His heart is still racing as he walks over to the tripod, glancing over at the door from time to time, awaiting for your arrival.

He perks up when he sees you walk in with a bathrobe on and he greets you cheerfully again, trying to hide his excitement.

You wave back with a smile, letting the environment of the photo studio sink in. The basic package for first timers consisted of a bed shoot, so it’s no surprise you see a bed in the middle of the room, covered in white. The bed looks comfy and you giggle to yourself, wondering if you’d end up falling asleep mid-shoot from how nice the bed looks.

“Anytime you’re ready”, San reminds you, carrying the tripod in one hand, his biceps flexing as he does, and it makes you blush slightly, which was ridiculous. Why are you swooning over your handsome photographer carrying the tripod with one arm? Suddenly you’re self conscious again, your fingers clutching against the black bathrobe. It was frustrating that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making you nervous, but you weren’t about to back out.

San continues to adjust his camera on the tripod, and his gaze absentmindedly shifts towards you, and his breath gets stuck in his throat, watching you undress from the bathrobe, revealing a white button up over black lace lingerie. It’s not anything new, but for some reason he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you—the way the panties hugs your hips and the bra cups your breasts, the garter belt hugging your waist and the straps hanging past your panties. He watches you climb onto the bed, eyes shutting briefly as you sink into the mattress with a soft smile.

He’s not confident that he’s able to last through the shoot, not when you’re looking like that.

“Is it too cold here?” San asks, trying to divert his attention from his perverse thoughts. You pop up from the sheets, the collars of the shirt slipping past your shoulders, obviously too big for you. That does nothing to help him with his thoughts.

“No, I think the temperature’s okay. Shall we get started?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt, the white material pathetically sheer that San is able to see the black bra peeking through.

The sight of you in an oversized shirt on, with no pants, just your underwear on is like a meal for San’s eyes. He hides behind the camera to hide his flushing cheeks, only to face your body through the viewfinder, watching you preparing to pose as you position yourself at the end of the bed, turning your body slightly to the side with one leg up, your thighs in full view, with the sleeves of the shirt covering most of your fingers, and your gaze right into the camera lens.

San takes a deep breath. Forty five minutes. He can do this.

“Sure. Ready whenever you are, y/n.”

It turns out to be a very agonising forty five minutes. While the both of you were cracking jokes during the shoot, San finds himself getting more distracted when you gradually remove your shirt, and when your poses grow ever more risqué—at one point you remove your bra and fit your shirt over again, which definitely made San grow very restless when he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your bare chest.

Midway through the shoot, all that swarms his mind is wondering how your body would feel against his, how your bare skin would feel under his hands, what kind of faces you would make when you’re under him.

What kind of noises you would make for him when he fits his cock right into you. He wants to fuck you so hard that your mind goes blank—so good that you’ll never remember your ex.

San blinks, his finger still on the shutter button. He doesn’t know what washed over him, but what he does know is the taut feeling in his pants, and he internally heaves a sigh of relief that he decided to wear cargo pants. Nonetheless, he hopes that it isn’t obvious. Well, it shouldn’t be, as long as you don’t ask for close up shots.

“San! Could you come closer for my close ups?” You call out, letting the collar of your shirt fall off your shoulder once more, revealing your bare shoulders, and reminding him that you were still braless underneath the loose clothing article.

Fuck.

San forces a smile, unlatching his camera and trying to walk normally without letting his erection steal your attention.

He reaches to where you are, reminding himself to stay professional, but when he meets your playful gaze, all he wants to do is pin you down. Your eyes twinkle with allure as you prepare your next pose. You get it now—the confidence that slowly trickles into you after every photo taken. You’ve never realised that you had this side of yourself, not until now, and you love it.

The close up shots only spell another layer of doom for San—he adores the budding confidence that you exude, but it makes it even harder for him to hold back, watching you make sultry expressions and poses close up. Through the viewfinder, his eyes try to focus on taking the photo but he finds himself being entranced by your stare. He counts down, then taking a few shots, not missing the growing smile you had.

San puts his camera away, reaching forward to your face to remove a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and his touch is warm on your face. It’s then you realise how physically close San is to you—you smell his cologne and it leaves your mind blank for a spilt second. He’s absorbed in fixing your hair, combing the strays off your face, the sound of his quiet breathing the only thing you hear. You look away, wondering if your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear, and you hope it isn’t. San gives you a soft smile when his eyes finally meet yours.

He pulls back, preparing to take his camera for the next shot, but his leg gets tangled in the sheets.

Everything happens in a spilt second—his knee that shifts forward at first, pressing against the sheet that has unknowingly tangled around his other leg, then San trying to get up quickly with the tangled leg, realising a little too late by the time he falls right onto the bed.

Right onto you.

He almost squishes you. Almost. But he lands above you, supported by his elbows just in time before his body is in contact with yours.

Your heart races, way too quick for you to even process what just occurred. All knew you was:

One; San is right above you,

Two; his lips are hovering over yours,

Three; you feel something pressing against your pelvis.

And San stares down at you, his heart beating in his ears. He takes in the sight of you below him—eyes looking up at him through fluttered lashes, your heat radiating against his skin, your lips slightly parted in surprise.

As well as the strain in his pants when his eyes instinctively lower to your bare chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, and that his little problem is just resting right on you.

“I’m sorry”, San whispers, breaking the silence that had hung between the both of you. “This usually doesn’t happen…”

You crack an amused smile. “Usually?”you reiterate teasingly. A tint of red flushes San’s cheeks and his clothed erection presses harder against your bare skin, and it makes you bite your lip.

“Fuck. I mean, this never happens. It’s just.. I’ve never felt this way about my boudoir models…”, he trails off. “I think you’re fucking stunning since you entered the studio, and I think you’re even more stunning now.”

Your heart flutters at his confession and this time, you feel yourself blush. A soft laugh escapes from the male above you when he sees you avoid eye contact from the shyness. His strings of rationale—yelling at him to stay professional—is snapping. He’s not lying. He’s never felt so attracted to any of his models before, until you, and now that he has you trapped under him, he doesn’t want to lose that chance.

“Should we end the session here?” San asks, with a quick glance at your pretty red lips.

Your fingers are playing with the dangling silver chain that he wears. He lets you, waiting for your response before he catches your gaze dances back to meet his again. Your hands shift to caress San’s jaw, and he takes it as a sign to make his move. You inhale softly as you feel his lips press onto yours, and it makes your head spin with glee. He tastes so heavenly, and your legs clench at the feeling that flutters between your thighs.

San slightly presses his body weight onto you, his erection only growing harder against your thigh. But it looks like he’s taking his time.

His fingertips warm your skin, and he lets them slip up your body, until he’s at your chest, barely covered by the sheer cotton material. His thumbs grazes against your nipples, and you gasp in between open mouthed kisses. You feel him smile, and he applies pressure, and the sensation goes right to your pussy.

He pulls back, watching your lip stick smudged, and your eyes dilate. You can’t help but feel entranced by San, and now you’re wondering how his face would look like when he falls apart.

And it makes you excited.

San lulls you back from your thoughts when you feel his lips suck softly against your neck, and now your fingers are playing with his soft locks of hair.

He’s slightly embarrassed at the way he’s growing even harder when he gingerly peels the white shirt away. His hands cup your bare tits, and he lowers himself to your left tit, giving it a couple of hungry licks and sucks, leaving your back arching and your mouth agape from how ticklish his tongue feels as he flicks your nipple. He doesn’t neglect the other nipple, giving it the same attention as he relishes in the way you fall apart for him. When he has his fun of sucking and making sure your nipples swell while you moan and tug his hair, he pulls away.

He sits up, pulls his shirt over his head and you’re left drooling at how chiseled his body looks. San unbuttons his pants and yanks it off, alongside his boxers, and you watch with awe as his cock springs out—hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your panties are tugged off you in no time, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches when his eyes land on your slick covered cunt.

“You’re gonna be the death of me”, you hear him mutter before he collides his lips against yours once more. You squeal when you feel his fingers press onto your clit, giving it small rubs, watching and soaking your reactions—your whines and whimpers. There is a dull buzz in your mind every time your bundle of nerves get stimulated, and it builds up in your tummy.

“Oh god, you’re getting even wetter”, he sighs, his fingers completely soaked.

“It feels good. So good. Keep doing that”, you whisper, your fingers pressing against his arm. Your moans only grow louder as San picks up the speed on rubbing your clit, and it’s sending you over the edge way quicker than you wanted to.

San lowers himself to your head, and his husky voice vibrates in your ears.

“That’s it, keep coming undone. Let your mind shut off. You look so fucking beautiful like that.”

“San, San, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck-“

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, your body tensing as pleasure becomes the only thing you know. You barely catch onto the dirty things San is telling you, but you know he’s encouraging you to cum on his fingers like a good girl.

He makes sure he has your orgasm drawn out as long as possible, your mind completely blown out at that point. San sucks off your arousal on his fingers, before giving his cock a few pumps.

“You taste like heaven, babe. I’ll get a taste of that cunt soon, but right now, I really can’t wait”, San huffs, trying to keep himself composed as he slowly fucks his hand.

“San, hurry up, please. I need you, so fucking bad”, you whine, your fingers pulling your wet folds open for him.

His breathing goes heavy at your words. “Damn, the shoot really got you heated,” San teases.

“I can’t help it if my photographer makes me wet”, you reply with a playful smile.

Something seems to snap in San when he hears that—all he’s thinking about is wanting to drive his cock so deep into you that your mind completely blanks out.

So that’s what he does.

San lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes and inch in. His eyes dart to your face, licking the bottom of his lip when he watches your face contort into pleasure. His hands stroke your thighs as he pushes in a couple more inches, soaking in your broken moans as he stretches you out. He forces himself to stay composed despite the fact that you’re squeezing him with your warm and soft walls.

He manages to bury himself right to the hilt and he gasps at how perfectly fitted his cock is in you, an uncontrollable moan escaping his lips when he feels you convulse around his cock.

“San, you’re so big. I’m so filled”, you whimper through glazed eyes, his cock completely cutting off other senses as your thighs tremble. A smile tugs at his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty”, San tells you. Despite that, he waits for your green signal before he pulls out and drives his cock right into you.

Your mind switches off the moment his cock is fucking your pussy, because that’s all that matters. It’s so good. So fucking good.

His hands slither to your wrists, and has them pinned over your head as his cock pistons into you. You swear he’s driving you to be cock dumb by the end of this, but not like you fucking minded anyway.

“Look at you. Growing stupid over my cock already. So fucking adorable.”

You only nod in reply, biting your lip as his cock continues to render you speechless. Now San has completely flooded into the smallest crooks of your mind. San has his mind blank, his eyes darting from your fucked out expression to your bouncing tits.

Your cunt flutters once again and tears are pooling at the corner of eyes. The sounds of wet skin slapping echo around the studio.

“…wanna touch you”, you mutter. Despite the face that you loved that he was holding you down, you are feeling desperate to feel his skin as you dance on the fence of your orgasm. San releases your wrists, and he props himself better as he continues to pound into you, hitting the soft, spongy spot over and over again when he has your legs folded. When his pulls out, his cock is covered in a creamy mess. His head spins and his ego inflates at the thought him being the one who drove you to this point of mind blanking pleasure.

“No, no, I’m gonna cum again. So good. San!” His name leaving your lips as a whine. Your hands are gripping onto the loose unbuttoned sleeves of your shirt. His hands take yours and places them on his on his sides, and he groans at the way you’re clawing him.

“Shit. Fuck!” San curses when you cream on his cock even more on top of your walls hugging him tightly. You let go on his cock with a pleasured sob, legs twitching.

It’s not long before a long drawn out moan San releases as his warm cum completely floods your tight hole. He swears he wants to keep his cock tucked in your pussy because it feels that fucking good.

His face—oh, his fucking face when he orgasms. You barely recover from your second orgasm to watch San fall apart while he empties in your pussy, and it almost drives you to your third orgasm. Almost.

The both of you remain still for a moment, only breathing filling in the silence. Then, San slowly pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks out of your abused hole.

San pulls back, and he realises that he’s never seen a more beautiful sight—you, splayed out in nude, only covered by a measly white shirt that inevitably drives him crazy, with cum leaking out of your pretty hole while your body twitches against the white sheets.

He thinks that it’s a pity that his camera is out of reach, because it’s such a beautiful shot.

You glance at San with a shy smile as he hands you your panties. He hooks the your legs into the panties and pulls it up to your hips. You feel another load stain your panties while your thighs twitch.

San dresses himself quickly and extends his arm for you to take as he leads you off the bed. He knows he’s got extra work to wash the sheets but that’s the least of his worries.

What throws you off is when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple.

“I promise I’ve never done to any of my clients”, he reiterates.

“Unprofessional”, you tease, your hands sneaking up his shirt.

“Can’t fucking help it. I never knew fucking an Angel in my studio would be this exhilarating. It makes the thought of washing the bedsheets bearable”, he teases back, letting his fingers tangle in your hair.

Your mind goes completely blank when he tells you to wash out the loads in you, so he’ll fill you up once more when he brings you home, which earns him a slap on the chest. He gestures you to go change up, watching the way you remove your shirt to reveal your bare back, and he makes a mental note to start fucking you from behind.

And back at his place, he does. His eyes are hyper focused on the way your ass bounces on his cock. A loud slap reverberates in his room followed by a whimper.

He stills in you, spilling his load once more into your abused cunt as you cream all over him once again.

Then he has you wrapped up in his arms, peppering you with kisses as you’re teetering off your high.

“Stay over, won’t you?”, San requests, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears. You’re beginning to feel completely enamoured by the male. You nod as you melt into his arms.

San thinks it’s ridiculous how hard and fast he fell for you, but he’s confident that you’re his favourite model, ever.

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skyracha · 9 days ago

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SKZ HEADCANONS

[OT8]

How many kids would they have?

Content: Self explanatory, some suggestive nature

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Chan

Twin Girls

This man is a girl dad 110%. He would so have twin girls. You can’t tell me he doesn’t absolutely let them pretend to curl his hair and paint his nails. Covered in stickers he’d walk up to you and be like “do i look pretty? i feel pretty.” He’s absolutely wrapped around their little fingers too, this man LOVES being a dad. Always asking you when you can start trying for #3 because he wants more.

Lee Know

Older Boy, Younger Girl

He gives me both vibes. I feel like he’d be such a tough (yet loving) dad on his older son, but yet he’d be so leanient with his daughter. Like that’s his babygirl. She can do no wrong. I feel like he’d try so hard to get his son into a sport just for his ‘peak dad’ moment to be when his son tells him he wants to dance. That little boy will never know a moment of peace after that.

Changbin

4 Boys

Something in my gut tells me this man would try to have his own sports team. Mans pull out game sucks. When he has 4 boys, he’s constantly outside with them playing ball and running around. The man never sits down because he’s so excited to have sons to play with. It makes your job easy since he tires the 4 boys out so easily every day.

Hyunjin

1 Girl

You can’t tell me he’s not also a girl dad. I feel like he’d be a one and done. But this little girl is his WHOLE WORLD. Like nothing is more important than her. She’s his muse, his life, his world, his everything. He would be such a protective dad too, like after every concert he flies backstage to you bc he just wants to see his girls so bad. He’s so whipped for y’all.

Han

Older Twin Girls, Younger Boy

This man gives twin vibes too. His older twin girls would be so hard for him to navigate I feel, and although he doesn’t know what to do, I feel he’d try so hard to fix things without having to call you. When the boy comes along, he thinks he’ll be relieved until his son turns out to be a copy and paste of him and suddenly you and Han are wearing earplugs all around the house bc your son got Han’s lack of volume control.

Felix

Eldest girl, middle boy, youngest daughter

Felix would be such a good dad for either. Willing to sit down and get a full face of makeup, nails, hair aka the whole spa experience for his girls- BUT also willing to go run outside and play wrestle with his son. He most definitely finds a good balance between his daughters vs his son, not letting either feel excluded or forgotten.

Seungmin

5 girls

You can’t tell me he doesn’t give “trapped in a house full of estrogen” vibes. That man is fighting for his life every single day between you and the 5 girls. It doesn’t help they’re all close in age, so it’s always something and he never knows the right answer. He gets the annoyed “Daaaaddd!” all the time. He’s always fighting a losing battle fr all cuz he can’t pull out. Always coming to you with “Idk what I did wrong today but (daughter name) won’t talk to me today.”

I.N.

Twin Boys

He would LOVE having twin boys. He’s always trying to get them to dance and sing like him but he’s also the dad that tricks them into tiring themselves out and keeping themselves occupied while you two hide away for a few minutes of peace and quiet. They both are exact copies of I.N. too so you’re constantly up against with I.N. and two of his minions giving you identical puppy dog eyes everytime they want something.

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ughdontbeboring · 9 months ago

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pain relief

Austin Butler x WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

Reader is trying to hide her chronic pain from her man

warnings: chronic pain (migraines), insecurities, smutty

THIS FOR ALL MY CHRONIC PAIN GIRLIES!!

notes: WOW even with all the Austin wips in my notes this is my first one to be posted, wow idk makes me nervous 😅 yall I hope I did our sweet boy justice.

No description of ethnicity one comment of complexion that’s it but reader when I write is always written with myself in mind. It’s soooo self indulgent.

this is SUPER self indulgent, So I first thought of this from his interview with Jimmy Kimmel when they asked about the migraines as an excuse not to have sex and of course his response was spot on he said “I don’t know what a migraine is” and Jimmy said “of cour you don’t” lmfao bc idk if I’d even turn him down if I had one!

I had a really bad period of back to back migraines for a couple months and this is what my brain rewarded me with in between one. I really don’t know what this is yall lol so don’t ask idk if I’m actually happy with it but yea lol

I put x reader but idk I guess it can tell be read that way, I don’t have the energy to re write it y’all so

now that I’m starting to feel better I will be catching up on my other wips.

if you like it, love it, fuck with it leave some love. I DO NOT give permission for my shit to be used anywhere by anyone.

🤕

Don’t focus on the pain, don’t focus on the pain she repeated over and over again in her head from under the safety of the soft cool cotton comforter as if it would keep away the pounding pain, protect her from it.

It would not.

Even with the house dead silent, the fan on for a little noise and all the black out curtains drawn that her boyfriend insisted he buy when he learned about her diagnosis from childhood- she knew relief would not find her. She shifted trying to readjust and find a more comfortable position to lay in, the little pocket above her head letting much needed cool air into her little bubble.

She knew a few weeks ago she should have reached out to her neurologist but she’d just been so busy it kept slipping her mind and the aspirin had been holding her over but this? no this one was a monster and it was full peak right now. It started almost a day ago after the LA screening for The Bikeriders and had not gone away.

It didn’t help that they also just got back from the UK press tour. All the flying, the red carpets, the flashing lights and noise was starting to take its toll. Recently her boyfriend of just a little over a year revealed to her how much he enjoyed having her accompany him and how he loves sharing those moment with her. Hence all the traveling she’d done recently at his side.

They still believed in healthy space but they truly enjoyed being together as much as they could.

Usually she’d fly out every 2 or so weeks to wherever he was since her job was more flexible, their relationship was long distance since she was still living in New York. Which they’d also discussed changing that status but they both agreed to iron out the plans once the tour was over and he had a few weeks of down time. They figured the actual move would happen after he filmed in NY the end of summer. Knowing summer was her favorite time to be home, ever the thoughtful boyfriend.

Though she was nervous to tell her family. They adored Austin but they’re a very close family and not seeing them everyday would take a lot of time to adjust to but it was important at this point in their relationship to actually be together. He even mentioned he’d love to look for a New York apartment which she had thought was unnecessary they could just stay with any of her family members when they visited until he reminded her she wouldn’t want her family to know she was his pretty girl who got cock drunk and loud when he fuck her stupid. Yes their own place was necessary.

She felt a sharp pain at her temple and groaned. It was like her brain was telling her to stop thinking about all the stress and think about the pain she was in, which she didn’t want to do either honestly. She wish she could sleep it off but it was impossible.

She flipped her pillow to the cool side and once again tried to empty her brain. Deep breaths girl deep breaths, the pain isn’t forever.

She heard the front door slam shut up, which made her curl up even more in a fetal position and the deep smooth voice of her favorite person calling out to her. That voice was her favorite in the whole world but right now she needed silence. She had hoped the migraine would have been over by the time he got back but she wasn’t so lucky. Now she would have to face the music.

She had been telling him the past couple weeks it was just little headaches nothing serious, he knew she got migraines but hadn’t experienced any with her so far. The past 2 years she hadn’t needed to be medicated, the doctor couldn’t tell her why they suddenly stoped and why she was only getting little headaches every once in a while. This is why she was so unprepared and completely out of her medication she hadn’t needed in so long; she truly thought they had finally stopped for good.

She couldn’t have been more wrong with the pain that was throbbing in her head. The front of her skull a constant ache and the back at the base of her skull and neck a wicked throbbing. The pain in her neck and shoulders unbearable even right between her eyes a sharp pain. She felt like she was dying. The fatigue of the attack her body was under was starting to catch up to her. She was trying to hold back the tears but the sound of boots pounding up the stairs along with the call of baby had her on the verge of a tearful melt down.

She wanted to avoid the conversation that would surely come after this, when he would witness her in a peak migraine state. She felt horrible because she knew he’d feel like it was his fault for encouraging her to come with him to all the press events but it wasn’t his fault.

She was an adult and she should have addressed this weeks ago with him and her doctor when the headaches started and not try to hide it to avoid worrying him.

She should have been honest and though she has no reason to be she was scared to tell him. She was scared he may think she wasn’t able to handle this kind of life. What if he wanted someone who didn’t need to recharge so often? Or someone who could just do anything with him at anytime not be laying in a bed sometimes for more then a day in pain and grumpy. Someone who couldn’t be touched in this state or be the prefect girlfriend.

She also knew she sounded ridiculous that wasn’t who Austin was but it didn’t stop the insecurity she had about her migraines and how they held her back from life sometimes. Held her back from being fully emerged into his lifestyle. The guilt wrecked her.

She knew she was mostly feeling insecure about her migraines because of those comments. She wasn’t normally insecure but recently she had read some comments which usually don’t bother her, about her and Austin’s relationship and how unhappy she looked being on press tour and if she was so unhappy why not just leave so he could be with someone who was happier with him. Those people obviously ignored the photos that were not taking at events that showed how happy they were but not knowing or they probably didn’t care she couldn’t be happier than she was, she was just suffering from more frequent migraines.

So of course they’d focus on the bad, not all the fans but some. A lot of fans, who she felt were real fans could simply see how happy Austin seemed again. She knew how that felt, she met Austin as a fan and all his relationships and flings after Vanessa seemed lackluster and without any real connection, so she got it. But some of the comments were really getting to her at this moment. Especially the ones about how he looked happier with Kaia (which she knew was a lie from hell, she heard all about that relationship from Austin, his last ex) and then the ones about Vanessa looking happy ALL the time, which was funny because Austin spoke to her about their relationship also and if fans only knew it wasn’t always perfect, yes they loved each other but still there was a lot of hurt in that relationship for Austin.

Then when those things would pop up she’d think what she’d say to her mans ex’s if she ever met them or if she’d just ignore them.

Her head throbbed hard from all the unnecessary thinking and stress she was bringing onto herself, things she normal never paid any mind when the bedroom door swung open.

Baby? He called again, steps coming to a slow stop halfway into the room when she assumed he noticed the state of the room; all the curtains drawn, the TV and lights all off, no noise but the fan she placed near the bed even though the central air was on and the pile of blankets on the bed covering her balled up body. Not a single part of her visible as she quickly stuck her hand out the air pocket at by her head careful to not let any light in and weakly waved at him. She could hardly speak let alone move her head to acknowledge him anymore.

“Baby you still in bed? It’s 10” He asked as he walked closer, not that he cared it was just unusual for her and caused a bit of concern to form in the pit of stomach.

He watched the head or he’s assuming area of the blanket shake in a yes motion. Even with the black out curtains there was still just enough light to make out everything in the room.

“Baby what’s wrong” he asked in a soft voice from the edge of the bed, his hand running gently up and down some part of her body under the blanket. Her body coiled away from his touch. He tried to shake away the slight sting it caused him.

“uh migraine” she whispered weakly, if he wasn’t mistaken he could hear the underlying embarrassment in her tone. What could she be embarrassed about?

“Oh shit baby, you need anything? Anything I can do?” He genuinely asked in gentler tone, though she couldn’t see how his eyes soften knowing she was probably in an immense amount of pain.

He felt useless.

“Uh no, just gotta be left alone for a while” this time there wasn’t any embarrassment in her tone just guilt.

Austin tried to school his own face and tone of disappointment. He know he couldn’t do anything truly to make it go way but he wanted to help, wanted to be there for her like she’d been there for him on all his overwhelming days and nights from filming and traveling. His sweet girl deserved that. Then he thought back to this one thing he’d came across when he was reading online about migraines when she first told him she got them pretty frequently in the past. He quickly dismissed that idea, a slight blush creeping up his neck, he felt a little embarrassed himself for even thinking to suggest that, who says that to their partner Austin? He thought. She clearly needed to be alone.

“Ok I’m just head downstairs then, call me if you need anything”

He took another moment eyeing her blanket fortress before turning and slowly heading Towards their bedroom door.

“Austin?” He heard her call shyly, her voice still muffled from the layers covering her.

“Yea?” His own tone was laced with curiosity.

“Uh…there…there is one thing you could probably do for me…if you don’t mind..if you do it’s ok-“

He was quick to be at her side, slipping out his shoes, ready for whatever. His stomach burned a little thinking she may ask what he thought of just briefly a moment ago.

“Anything”

He watched her baby blue fresh set of nails slip from under the blanket and her hand reaching out for his. His own large hand was in hers before he even registered it moving. She tugged him lightly, his body following gently. He was careful not to touch her as he laid next to her, his chest near where her head was, he remembered her saying how she didn’t like to be touched when she was having an episode, everything felt more intense and for some reason it usually amplified the pain.

“Can I use your hand for a while?” She asked shyly still under the safety of the blankets, he could hear her clearer through the hole she left at the top.

He felt guilty at the blood that rushed his cock.

“Of course” He said squeezing the right hand that held his left one.

He allowed her to maneuver his hand so that his left hand was under her head, she placed his fingers at the base of her skull, thumb on one side and his fore finger and pointer finger on the left side.

“Can you keep your fingers like this and apply as much pressure as you can? This are some of my pain points and the right kind of pressure can ease the pain a little, usually I tie a scarf but it isn’t always helpful” she mumbled weakly.

He was confused.

“Oh ok..I..I thought-“

This wasn’t something he read, though he seen something about heat compress. He was confused because he thought she was going to ask for his hand to give her an orgasm. That was something interesting that he had came across. It said it didn’t work for everyone hence why he was slightly embarrassed to suggest it, he didn’t want her to think he was only thinking with his dick.

He applied the pressure anyway, happy to help anyway he could.

“Is that good baby?”

“You can press a bit harder”

He did as she said, feeling her body adjust just the tiniest bit next to him. A soft sigh leaving her lips.

She soft voice thanked him. He hummed a response, his own body adjusting slightly to get more comfortable. He would lay here as long as she needed.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she called his name.

“Yea?” He asked feeling more tired himself than what he thought he was when he got home.

“What were you going to say? When I asked for your hand?” She replied softly voice full of the need for sleep.

His felt that fire and a blush come back. He chuckled to himself. Now was good as anytime to confess his unconventional suggest and figure out if it was something helpful to her or if it was something she even heard of before.

“Uh..I..I had been reading about migraines when you first told me you got them, trying to understand them better-“ He was cut off by a whimper she made, a pitiful sound of endearment. He knew what she was thinking, she was taken back by his willingness to be there for her however he could and that meant trying to understand what she would be going through. He kept going. “And I was reading how orgasms can sometimes help temporarily, but I didn’t want you to think I was just thinking with my dick” he concluded softly. Feeling better about just getting it out and in the open, it didn’t feel so dirty anymore, like he was taking advantage somehow. He knew her better than to think she would think that but it didn’t stop his insecurities about the topic.

He felt her body stilled.

shit was she mad at him? He felt the slight unease creep into his stomach and his insecurities intensify at the thought that she would be mad at him for suggesting such a thing when he noticed her right hand slip from under the covers.

Her soft palm facing up and open in a silent question and permission, are you still willing? And of course you can touch me.

He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and gave her his right hand, her soft fingers gently pulled his under the covers, her forearm resting ontop of his own as she slipped his hand under hers to be guided where he couldn’t see. Once his rough fingers tips ghosted over her wet pussy he didn’t need anymore guidance, he knew her too well, maybe better than she knew herself.

She gasped at the first touch and her hand left his to grip his forearm, as he’d started to explore her wet folds.

“How are you this wet already sweet girl? Hmm? Just can’t help yourself around daddy?” Austin questioned softly from above her, awe clear in his voice. He stayed laid on his left side, careful his body other than his hands didn’t touch her.

“Fuck” she groaned quietly from under the blankets. “Guess my body always needs you daddy” she moaned out. He groaned as his fingers applied more pressure and speed.

He felt the twitch in cock as she coated his fingers and moaned softly and weakly. His fingers switching between slow and quick. He was so painfully hard. He had to stay focus this was about her but how could he when her tight wet warm pussy was calling him? Begging for him. Her body was hardly moving just her hips grinding slowly into him.

Even fully covered by a ton of blankets he was still completely in-tune with her body. He didn’t need to see her face though he wished he could to kiss her soft lips, to know the pleasure he was giving her, to know she was close.

He blindly felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy driving into his hand slowly chasing the pleasure he was somehow able to provide in this state.

“Cum for me pretty girl, take it” he groaned lowly.

She moaned out, she sounded so exhausted and pitiful but he could tell she wanted this, needed it and he was more than happy to give it to her.

She squealed softly as she rocked against his hand, her body exploding and the sweetness of her drenching his fingers, her face seeking the comfort of his embrace under the blanket, he moved over slightly as his left hand still pressed to the pain points guided her, help her her blanket covered forehead lay against his chest. Her hips kept rocking slowly chasing the feeling.

“There you go baby” his husky voice praised even with a migraine she was still his good girl. So wet and warm and tight for him.

Moments passed with his fingers still cupping her warm sticky folds and the other still applying the pressure she required, neither hand moved as he felt her drift of to sleep, her body finally relaxing from the endorphins of her orgasm.

Austin woke to the press of a soft warm body slightly on top of his and light kisses and licks against his neck. He stirred and tried to adjust his eyesight to the darkness that had over taking the room. It must be late.

“Hey baby” her voice sounded softly, her lips suddenly near his own. She kissed his plump mouth, pecking kisses over and over. She sounded a lot better.

His arms moved to embrace her, pulling her further ontop of him and as close as he could get her.

“Hey baby” he replied his eyes seeking hers. The dimmed light from the hallway allowed him to finally see her. Though he didn’t physically see her face earlier, he knew she looked more well rested than she had in the past day or two. Her eyes had a fatigue to them but he was sure that would clear up from the migraine once she got some more rest. All and all she almost looked back to her normal self.

Her hand snaked up his chest to cup his face.

“Thank you, for everything” she told him a little emotionally.

He brought his lips to her for a passionate kiss, before laying his foreheads on hers.

“You don’t ever have to thank me, I’m yours, that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you” he whispered against her lips.

She pecked his again.

“And I’m still going to say thank you” she mumbled.

He pinched her side playfully as she laughed and pushed at him.

They just gazed at one another and she had to blink to stop the tears. She had woke to Austin on his back, her body against his. She had unconsciously sought his while she slept as the tension faded from her body and to her surprise his hand was still gripping the back of her head. The pressure had loosed when he eventually fell asleep but his hand was still there nonetheless. She didn’t think she could love the man more and here she was slipping further in the ocean that was Austin and some how she was learning she could breathe underwater. He was everything to her.

“I have a surprise for you sweet boy” she said smiling at him like he hung the moon and she’d die on that hill that he did.

Austin’s chest ached in a good way. He never wanted this to end. Couldn’t imagine it being any other way. Everything that had failed for him relationship wise lead him to this moment with her. He was better for it.

“Hmm, what’s that?”

She nodded her head to the side of him and that’s when he noticed the en-suite bathroom door open and the soft glow of candles burning. The scent of oils and salts hitting him. He quickly turned back to her.

“Wh-“

“You were knocked out and I wanted to return the love”

“You little sneak” he accused tickling her sides.

She was quick to scramble away from his hold and climb over him getting to her feet and out of his grasp when his hands followed her as she head toward the bathroom.

She stopped short of the door as she pulled her oversize graphic shirt over her head.

“I would do that you know, sometimes, never with men though, I hated being touched during my migraines but when it was really bad and I had the energy I would do it myself to help ease the pain” she spoke from the doorway to the bathroom, the soft light surrounding her body, giving a even more beautiful glow to her brown skin. “I didn’t think it would ever work from someone else’s hand, not too sure what that means handsome” she smirked.

So she had done that before he thought but just never with man, no man had ever made her comfortable enough to try let alone achieve bringing her relief. Austin felt those butterflies in this stomach again, he felt a sense a pride swell in his chest. His cock was even stirring again. That’s exactly who he wanted to be for her, the man that gave what she needed, what others couldn’t, he wanted to be the one no other man could compare to. He wanted to be her all.

She smirked at him almost as if she could read his every thought and she could because they mirror her own and how she felt about him.

“Lets go loverboy, it’s time for the real show”

ALSO yall don’t have to say anything abt it but i find it helps SOMETIMES but alone so I thought who could make this work for me with another person of course our boy Austin could bc he’s so perfect. He’s the only one I’d let touch me with a migraine lol

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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, oral (m receiving), self pleasure.

word count: 7.1k

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.

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again mdni you have been warned.

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Fort Wayne, Texas - 2:30PM

Genesis took the day off from work today to prepare for an exciting photoshoot. As she sat in the makeup chair, a stylist expertly curled her hair, and she passed the time by scrolling through her social media feeds.

While she was engaged in that task, a notification popped up on her screen, revealing a text from Jey.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: Gigi come get yo’ man

She chuckled at his message.

Gigi🤍: he’s not my man yet we haven’t made it official

Brothaa💪🏽📍: still come get him he’s back acting out today bc you ain’t here rn fool actin like a feral dog rn

She was aware that this would occur during her absence. She understood just how needy Jimmy could be, and the wild part was—she adored it.

Gigi🤍: tell him I’ll be there to visit him later

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he don’t wanna hear none of that Gigi 😭😭 he wants you here now 😭

Gigi🤍: too bad he’s going have to wait tell him I said to be a good boy and he’ll get something in return 🙂‍↕️

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aight then have fun at yo’ little photoshoot then sis

Gigi🤍: byeee

Genesis resumed her endless scroll through social media, her mind drifting back to that incident at his mother's house with him and Zilla, a moment that had left her in silence ever since.

The final words she received from Zilla were that he intended to come for her, holding her responsible for her ex-husband's hospitalization due to Jimmy's gunfire—but could anyone truly fault him? Jimmy had always been fiercely protective of her, so it was only natural for him to act.

As the hairstylist finished curling her hair, Genesis gazed into the mirror, admiring her vibrant, bouncy curls. She expressed her gratitude to the stylist while playfully tousling her hair with her fingers.

“Girl! You look absolutely gorgeous.” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny, are you ready for me?” Genesis asked as Danny nodded his head.

Genesis rose from the makeup chair, trailing behind Danny as they approached the camera. The bright lights and extensive camera gear loomed before her; it was her very first experience in such a setting.

If she were truly honest with herself, she would admit to feeling quite anxious; however, deep down, she was confident that she would excel.

In the center of the scene, she adjusted her outfit, ensuring everything looked perfect as the camera clicked away. She struck a variety of poses, with Danny enthusiastically cheering her on from behind, which greatly eased her frayed nerves.

She flaunted her face and body, revealing everything as they kept capturing her beauty on camera—if Jimmy were present at that moment, he would be utterly speechless, unable to resist the urge to tear her clothes away in an instant.

“You look good Gigi!” Danny shouted behind the camera.

Genesis struck a few more poses before the photo session came to a halt—she strolled over to Danny, who was reviewing the shots, and wow, she looked stunning.

“Damn I look like a snack!” She exclaimed.

“No, honey you really do look so good. How come a man hasn’t snatched you up yet?” Deep down, Genesis realized that Jimmy was the one who had swept her off her feet and was looking after her with great care.

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “ I don’t know Danny, a man wouldn’t know how to handle me.”

Danny had tapped his fingers while smiling, “clock that tea babes, let’s continue on with the photoshoot.” Genesis gave a slight nod, fully aware that she was being completely dishonest about her previous statement.

She preferred to keep her affairs private, and Jimmy was the only one who understood her completely; he was the perfect man for her.

—

Once she finished snapping photos and slipped into a fresh outfit, she noticed someone entering the building, carrying a bouquet of flowers, approaching her with a warm smile.

A vibrant bunch of crimson roses instantly brightened her face with joy as she eagerly accepted them, expressing her gratitude before they could turn to leave. Her eyes caught sight of a small card nestled among the blooms, prompting her to carefully extract it and read the heartfelt message inside.

‘Hey Baby, I miss you so much right now. I hope everything is okay during your photoshoot. If something happens, let me know, and hurry up so I can see yo’ cute ass.’ Xoxo Jonathan

She laughed softly at the adorable note on the card, inhaling the fragrance of the roses he had gifted her, just as she noticed Danny approaching with a playful grin on his face.

“Alright girl, who's the lucky guy?” He asked, nudging her on the shoulders.

Genesis shot him an exasperated glance as she focused intensely on her chess game. "There's someone important who wants me to visit him after my photoshoot because he misses me," she replied, setting the bouquet of roses down on the table.

“Ohhh, is y'all dating or made it official yet?” Genesis preferred to keep their relationship under wraps, adding an element of intrigue for those online and in their lives, allowing others to speculate freely.

“All imma say is our relationship is private Danny, that’s all you need to know honey.” They exchanged amused glances and laughter as they strolled toward the center, with Danny positioning himself behind the cameras.

Just as they were about to begin the photoshoot, a ruckus from outside piqued their curiosity—she recognized a voice that sent chills down her spine, compelling her to move closer to uncover the identity of the person behind it.

At that moment, she froze, her eyes widening at the sight of Zilla's battered face as he struggled against the security guards, desperate to reach her.

“Gigi! Baby! Tell these fools to let me in!” Zilla shouted.

Danny came up to her before speaking, “is that the guy who sent you the flowers?”

Genesis shook her head, explaining that the flowers were sent by one of his older cousins. She added that Zilla was someone who had unrealistic expectations. Just then, she noticed a security guard approaching her.

“Ma’am do you know this man?” One of the security guards asked.

Genesis glanced at Zilla, then turned to the security guard, shaking her head before speaking. "I have no idea who that man is, please escort him out." The guard acknowledged her request and led the man away from her and Danny.

Her heart raced wildly, a heavy lump lodged in her throat as she struggled to swallow, confronted by him after narrowly escaping a brutal attack from his cousin—she pressed her hand against her chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

“Genesis! You hear me calling you!” She paid no attention to him as she made her way back to the cameras positioned in the center.

She refused to allow him to sabotage her current happiness just because he desired something from her—especially since Jimmy had already shattered her five-year vow of celibacy. What more could Zilla possibly expect from her now?

“You good to continue Gigi?”

“Yeah, let’s continue with this Danny.”

After finishing her evening photoshoot, Genesis decided it was time to catch the twins' match. As she headed to her car, a voice called out her name, startling her. To her surprise, it was Zilla, the very person she had been trying to dodge. With a heavy sigh, she rolled her eyes at this unforeseen meeting.

He extended his arms to pull her close, but she softly resisted, her face etched with seriousness. She just lacked the strength to deal with his antics, particularly as she was feeling under the weather at that moment.

“Nigga don’t fucking touch me.” Genesis spat while folding her arms.

“Damn baby girl, this how you treat me? When all I want is yo’ cute ass?” Zilla said as Genesis scoffed at him.

“Nigga all you want is this coochie which you will never get after what you have done to me.”

Zilla stood with his hands firmly on his hips, exhaling a deep sigh of exasperation. He longed for Genesis to find a way to overcome her past, yet he recognized that forgetting such a traumatic experience, which had etched deep wounds into her soul, was beyond her reach.

“C’mon now Gigi, you know Jimmy ain’t the right one for you shawty.”

Genesis scoffed with a sharp laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. “and you think you the right one? Boy if you don’t get the fuck out my face.” Genesis swung open her car door and slid inside, decisively closing it behind her before igniting the engine.

“Gigi, c’mon shawty I was the first one to get yo’ number he wasn’t even thinking about you.”

“I only gave you my number because you seemed desperate unlike Jimmy who was just himself and didn’t seem desperate like you.” Genesis sped away, leaving Zilla in a state of shock.

She was astonished that this idiot was still on his feet and acting as if nothing had happened after his cousin had pummeled him, all while insisting that Jimmy wasn't the right choice for her—yet deep down, she knew without a doubt that Jimmy was indeed the one for her.

Her affection for him ran far deeper than she ever thought possible, evident in the way he nurtured her well-being and showered her with thoughtful dates and gifts, demonstrating his love and desire to keep her safe.

He fiercely guarded her, particularly from his cousin and her former husband who was allied with Zilla—Jimmy would not hesitate to harm anyone who threatened Genesis.

He did not play about her.

—

As Genesis strolled toward the gorilla position, she arrived just in time to catch the tag team match, spotting Jackie sprinting toward her with a beaming smile.

“Girl! Where have you been? I missed you!” Jackie said while hugging Genesis.

“I told you I had a photoshoot today girl, did I miss anything?” Genesis asked.

"Indeed! What was Trinity doing flirting with Jimmy?" Genesis's face shifted to one of confusion. "What do you mean she was flirting with him?"

Jackie recounted the events that unfolded during her absence at the photoshoot, revealing that Trinity was all over Jimmy—pleading with him to abandon Genesis and choose her instead. She couldn't help but touch his glistening, oiled torso before his match against his twin.

Genesis laughed softly, playfully pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Was it really possible for her to be free of drama?

“Jimmy did push her away if you wanted to know what he did, he looked so uncomfortable too.” She commented.

“Thanks for telling me this, because imma have to deal with her ass after their match.” Jackie nodded in understanding, sensing that some drama was about to unfold—she and Jackie made their way to the gorilla to catch the match together.

As Genesis shared her photoshoot images with Jackie, her gaze was fixed on the screen, admiring her man who looked incredibly handsome and tempting. However, they were at work, so they had to maintain a professional demeanor.

“Gigi, these are literally beautiful girl, everyone will like your post.” She complimented.

“Yeah, until someone had to come and ruin it. Like can I live my life in peace without drama.”

“Zilla? He came to the photoshoot? Why?”

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “because this nigga believes that Jimmy isn’t the right one for me and just wanted me to forget about what he had done to me it just pissed me off.”

This was never her desire; the turmoil with Zilla and the complications with Trinity felt overwhelming—especially when she was already burdened with Quincy’s nonsense, and now she had to face even more chaos.

“Does Jimmy know?”

“Nah, he doesn’t but if I tell him. He’s going to be pissed, it's bad enough he wants to kill him and Quincy.”

“I heard he’s in the hospital right now, did he shoot him or something?” Genesis watched intently, her head nodding in approval as she observed Jey land a powerful super kick right to Xavier's face on the screen.

Just as something on the screen captured her attention, she spotted Trinity emerging from the barricade, attempting to divert Jimmy's focus from his match. Jimmy, noticing her, turned around and ran his fingers through his hair, urging her to go away.

Despite his discomfort, she remained unyielding, her hands exploring his body in a way that stirred a complex mix of emotions within Genesis as he gazed down at her.

But was she really going to just sit there and let this girl all over her man? Absolutely not! She sprang up from her seat, striding towards the ringside, ready to confront this woman—oh, and Genesis was more than ready for a showdown today.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Genesis stormed onto the scene, visibly furious, while Trinity stood poised for battle—she had been eagerly anticipating this moment for ages.

“Bitch! What the fuck you got going on!” Genesis shouted.

“I’m just touching on what’s mine that didn’t belong to you in the first place bitch!” Trinity hissed as she charged towards Genesis, and the two clashed in a fierce battle.

Trinity yanked at her hair, unleashing a storm of punches to her face as the crowd roared in excitement. Genesis managed to pin Trinity down, looming over her and pressing her head against the unforgiving floor. With a rapid succession of blows, she hammered Trinity's face, splitting her lip in vengeance for the earlier hits she had endured.

One thing about Genesis she didn’t play when it came to Jimmy.

She rose to her feet, grabbing Trinity by the hair and dragging her around like a ragdoll, delivering punches to her abdomen as she slammed Trinity against the pole, sending her crashing to the ground once more.

Genesis stepped underneath the ring, seized a kendo stick, and advanced toward Trinity, mercilessly striking her repeatedly as Trinity's screams of anguish echoed in the air.

With a sudden crack, the kendo stick splintered, and she seized Trinity by her hair, yanking her upward. In a swift motion, Trinity pulled Genesis down to the ground, and with a fierce stance, she unleashed a devastating kick to Genesis's abdomen, eliciting a wave of pain that contorted her features.

“Stupid bitch! He belongs to me!” Trinity let out an exasperated hiss as she continued to deliver powerful kicks to her own midsection.

At the same time, Jimmy observed the entire scene as Kofi nearly landed a super kick to his face, but he quickly retaliated with a super kick of his own just as Jey tagged him in to confront Xavier.

As Jimmy ascended the turnbuckle, he executed a flawless Samoan drop on Xavier, slamming him onto the mat. Meanwhile, he observed Genesis and Trinity fiercely battling it out. Seizing the moment, Jimmy spotted Xavier rising to his feet and swiftly struck him with the Whisper of the Wind, landing the move with precision.

Ascending the turnbuckle once more, he launched himself at Xavier with his iconic Uso Splash, pinning him to the mat just as the referee counted to three, signaling the victory. They had successfully defended their tag team championship once again, while Jimmy slipped out of the ring to embrace Genesis in a triumphant hold.

With a swift motion, Genesis twisted Trinity's ankle, sending her crashing to the ground with a pained scream. Taking advantage of the situation, Genesis forcefully pinned her down, climbing on top to leave a mark—a bruise and a swollen eye that would serve as a painful reminder of their clash.

“Yo, Yo, CHILL!” Jimmy's powerful voice resonated as he encircled Genesis' waist, effortlessly lifting her away from Trinity while Jey positioned himself between them.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Genesis hollered, still kicking her legs, “get off of me! Lemme’ whoop this bitch ass Jimmy! She had no right!”

With a fierce determination, she broke free from Jimmy's hold, shoving past Jey as she seized Trinity by the hair, forcefully slamming her against the barricade. She relentlessly stomped on her, driving her into the ground repeatedly until Jimmy intervened, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her away.

“Genesis, you proved your point, mama! Look at me!” She halted abruptly, her gaze locked onto his; if looks had the power to slay, he would have perished on the spot, for her eyes were drilling deep into his very essence. “She had no fucking right to be touching you like that.”

Trinity rose from the dirt, disheveled and battered, with a split lip and a blackened eye, muttering curses under her breath and shooting daggers at her opponents, fully aware that a second round was out of the question with Jimmy and Jey watching closely.

As the referees and officials approached the ringside, Jey swiftly intervened, gesturing for them to back off. “we cool over here.” He said smoothly. “We good uce.”

Jimmy guided Genesis into the locker room he shared with Jey, wrapping his arm around her waist, fully aware that she might bolt to complete her task.

He swung the door open, allowing her to step in ahead of him. As he followed, he closed the door and tossed his shirt onto the couch, noticing her casually leaning against the table with her arms crossed.

As Jimmy approached her, he could feel the lingering tension in the air. He gently rested his hands on her hips, and as she gazed into his warm chocolate brown eyes, he leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her neck, causing her to melt into his embrace.

She attempted to maintain her anger and frustration, but his tender, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline melted her resolve, causing her body to surrender to his unexpected affection.

In that moment, she released her embrace, feeling him hoist her by the thighs and carry her to the sofa, where she settled onto his lap, her arms encircling his neck.

He planted soft kisses on her lips, then gently gripped her throat to intensify the kiss. Their tongues entwined passionately as he playfully smacked her left cheek, eliciting a soft whimper from her between their shared breaths.

She despised how he always found a way to soothe her whenever she felt upset or furious, particularly over trivial matters like this, and to make matters worse, he had the audacity to miss her after being absent all day.

“I missed so much mama.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

“I missed you too.” Genesis murmured back while her fingers were tangled up in his curls.

They pulled away from each other while Jimmy gave her a few more kisses on the lips before glancing up at her smiling. “God, I hate how you can make me calm down because I wanted to beat the fuck out of her.”

He chuckled at her bratty attitude, “I don’t need my baby getting fired at her job over her aight? She ain’t even worth your time mama.” He wasn't mistaken, but she simply couldn't afford to engage with Trinity's nonsense after everything she had already endured today.

However, she was uncertain about revealing to him that Zilla had interrupted her during the shoot today, a fact that Jimmy seemed to already pick up on due to her silence. “What’chu gotta tell me mamas?”

“Damn, how you know I had something to tell you? Can you read my mind or something?”

“Gigi, I’ve known you since you joined this company. I know when something is wrong so what’s up.” She sighed deeply while folding her arms. “Zilla pulled up today at my shoot.”

In an instant, she noticed his smile fade, replaced by a scowl, and she realized that her words had struck a nerve, leaving him visibly upset.

“What? Did he do anything to you?”

“No, security had dragged him out, but after my shoot he did catch up to me while I was heading towards my car.”

“What he say?”

She sighed, “he said that you weren't the one for me and that I should just forget about what happened between me and him.” Jimmy let out a grim chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, fully aware that his cousin wouldn't grasp the lesson until he was six feet under, resting in a coffin.

“He must’ve forgotten what happened to his ass over at my mamas crib—that fool.” Jimmy said.

“You know he’s not going to stop until I’m with him.” Genesis commented.

“I know, but that won’t happen when I’m around you. He needs to keep it pushing or imma kill him baby you know this.” Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's wild side—she had witnessed him battered and bloodied from his brawls with Zilla, all because of her.

Jimmy hand wrapped around her throat as he pulled her face closer to his, “you know I’m crazy right? I’m crazy about you Gigi.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly, sending chills racing down her spine.

“I know baby, I know that you’re crazy about me.” Jimmy had kissed her lips. “You’re something dangerous mamas.”

“Fool don’t even know how to handle you, or pleasure you like I do baby—he don’t.” He pressed his lips against her neck, gently sucking as Genesis tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access to her warmth.

“J-Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

“C’mere baby.” He turned them over while she reclined on her side on the couch, his knee resting on it as he pulled her skirt off and shifted her panties aside. “Been missing yo’ cute ass all day mama.”

He loosened his belt and slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. With his hands firmly grasping Genesis's hips, he thrust himself into her, eliciting a shared moan from both of them.

“O-oh, fuck. Jimmy.”

“Mhm, lemme fuck this pretty pussy out princess.”

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Genesis and Jimmy enjoyed a leisurely stroll outside Fort Wayne, hand in hand, engaging in conversation. During their walk, they discovered a bench where they paused to take in the beautiful cityscape.

Genesis rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes flicking through her social media feed, watching the likes pour in on her latest post. She felt his hand gently resting on her thigh, drawing her gaze upward to meet his eyes, a smile lighting up her face.

She gazed into his deep chocolate brown eyes, attempting to decipher his expression, but for some inexplicable reason, she found herself unable to do so, which sent a shiver of fear through her. It was as if he had unspoken words lingering on his lips, or thoughts swirling in his mind, waiting to be revealed.

As she averted her eyes from his intense stare, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, prompting a soft chuckle from him.

Jimmy begins to say, “what I can’t look at you?”

“No, you can look at me but don’t be staring for too long it makes me nervous.” Genesis said.

“I make you nervous baby?” He asked.

“Yes, all the time whenever I’m near you.” She said.

Jimmy acknowledged the power he held over her emotions, a power his cousin lacked, as the latter sought only to satisfy his own desires.

“The view is nice and the breeze feels great out here.”

Yeah, ion wanna leave here honestly. They have some good food down here.”

“Fat ass.” Genesis playfully elbowed him as he locked her in a headlock, teasingly ruffling her hair with his knuckles while she protested with a whine. “Oh my fucking god you asshole.”

With a burst of determination, she wriggled free from the headlock, eager to turn the tables and ensnare him in one of her own for some sweet revenge. However, her plan quickly unraveled as he effortlessly tossed her over his shoulders, spinning her around in a playful whirl while she called out his name in a mix of surprise and delight.

She flailed her legs like a playful child, striking his shoulders and pleading for him to cease, as dizziness began to overwhelm her.

“Okay, okay, Jimmy! Okay!” She hollered.

He halted the twirling, gently setting her back on her feet while keeping a firm grip on her waist to steady her—her vision was blurred, prompting her to shut her eyes momentarily to gather her senses before reopening them to meet his gaze.

Jimmy gazed at her stunning figure from top to bottom, his lips moist and shimmering under the soft glow of the streetlight. “You’re so pretty mamas, so fucking pretty.” He complimented.

“You’re handsome too, fine at that like phew lord.” He chuckled at her softly while keeping his hands on her hips. “I do have a surprise for you though.”

“You know I’m actually scared of your surprises, but now I’m curious.” Jimmy reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a tiny pink velvet box. Its size led Genesis to believe it contained a necklace or some trinket, but as he opened it and knelt before her, her heart raced with anticipation.

Inside the box, she discovered a stunning double band ring. Uncertain of his intentions for the evening, she sensed that this was no ordinary surprise; it was something truly unique and extraordinary.

“You know I love you right?” Jimmy said.

She nodded her head.

“But this type of love between us has been so good and I started to realize how deeply in love I am with you Gigi.” Her heart froze at those familiar words—the very ones Quincy had spoken during his proposal. But in that moment, she understood that Jimmy was not Quincy; he was an entirely different man altogether.

“I think about you all day and every single night when you are not near me mamas—you're like a drug that I needed and I cannot let that go.” He gently grasped her hand, removing the promise ring he had gifted her for her birthday, and replaced it with the elegant double band rings nestled inside the box.

The double band ring on her finger sparkled in the light, a beautiful distraction as she struggled to contain her emotions.

“I want you to be mine, mine forever baby. Lemme heal yo’ scars if you let me Gigi.” All she ever desired was for someone to sweep her off her feet and mend the scars she had been struggling to heal alone for so long, and Jimmy was the perfect person to do just that.

In mere moments, she sensed her feelings fading, her eyes glazing over as she nodded. Jimmy rose from his knees and enveloped her in a tight embrace, while she wept into his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.

Jimmy gently caressed her hair, planting a soft kiss on her head as he reassured her of his unwavering support, vowing to protect her from anyone who might try to interfere—he was the one who would mend her wounds and alleviate the burdens she carried.

He wished for her to be more forthcoming, to seek him out whenever she felt the need for support, rather than retreating to solitude to weep when he was right there to comfort her.

“I’m right here Gigi, you mine until I marry you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

With her clumped lashes glistening and her eyes swollen from tears, she gazed up at him, prompting him to gently brush the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

He planted a lingering, gentle kiss on her lips, and as she noticed the sheen of her lip gloss now adorning his, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just got my lip gloss on your lips honey.”

Jimmy pressed his lips together before leaning in for another kiss, craving more. Genesis responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as it turned slow and passionate, his tongue gently exploring her mouth in a swirling dance.

Her fingers wove through his tousled curls as his hands glided down to cradle her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze—she could sense the warmth of his saliva mingling with hers, creating a slick sensation in their mouths.

She sensed his rigid arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his jeans, fully aware of the impact she had on him.

“You drive me crazy mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“You do too Jimmy.” She murmured back.

She drew back from him, showering his neck with soft, lingering kisses, prompting him to clutch her curves more firmly as she lifted his shirt, trailing her warm, wet kisses down his torso until she knelt before him, teasingly tugging at his waistband.

“Damn, out here baby? You’re so nasty.”

As she loosened his belt, she slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch member that playfully smacked against her face. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she wrapped it around his shaft, playfully tapping it against her taste buds.

Just before she could savor the moment, she started to apply the tip, which was dripping with pre-cum, onto her lips, smearing it like a glossy lip balm, while Jimmy gently held her chin, looking down into her wide, innocent eyes.

“You gon’ eat this dick up baby?”

She kissed the tip of his cock, “yes daddy, imma eat up so good.”

Again this is the type of shit that he loved her freaky side it just did something to him bringing that out of her, “c’mon then, suck this dick up baby. This yo’ dick mama.” She began to stroke him in a steady rhythm before enveloping him with her mouth, causing him to arch his back in pure bliss as she kept her eyes locked on him.

Genesis moved her head in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gliding up and down his shaft while her tongue teasingly traced the tip, relishing the delightful sounds of his moans as she reveled in her power.

With one hand entwined in her hair, he sensed Genesis pulling him further in, battling to keep his hips from instinctively thrusting, completely consumed by the ecstasy of the experience.

He experienced her hand gripping him while her tongue danced along his shaft, tightening his thighs in response to the sensation. She continued her oral delight, briefly gagging, but soon adjusted her throat to accommodate him more fully.

She enveloped him with her mouth, experiencing a slight struggle as waves of intense pleasure surged through her. Her tongue glided over his length, causing him to shudder and quiver with ecstasy.

“Hmm, fuck gigi. sucking this dick so good mamas.” A low, rumbling moan escaped his lips as Genesis's fingers glided under his hoodie, tracing every contour of his chest.

“Keep touching me baby, I’m all yours.”

Genesis felt a pulsating desire coursing through her, her arousal creating a warm pool that soaked her panties. With a deft movement, she shifted her panties aside and began to caress her sensitive folds in gentle, circular motions.

As Jimmy looked down, he saw her indulging in her own pleasure while satisfying him, and the sight ignited a fire within him, prompting him to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

“Keep playing with that pussy mamas, lemme fuck yo’ throat baby.” Jimmy grunted as he thrust deeply into her throat, making her gag once more. “Relax it baby, relax yo’ throat for me mamas.”

She inhaled deeply through her nose, loosening the tension in her throat as he pressed further inside her, eliciting a loud groan from him while Genesis caressed her intimate areas.

As he continued to push deeper into her mouth, Genesis kept her eyes shut, avoiding his gaze. This only made him clutch her hair more firmly. "Look at me, Gigi. I want to see how much you enjoy this, baby," he urged. She finally opened her eyes, innocence shining through as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Fuck you look so pretty like this.” Genesis parted her lips more, allowing him to find a better angle within the inviting warmth of her mouth.

He pushed deeper into her mouth, letting drool spill from her lips to the floor as their eyes locked. He could feel her cheeks sink in and her tongue explore him, prompting him to throw his head back in ecstasy.

As he thrust deeper into her throat, almost reaching a limit, Jimmy bit his lip and gazed down at her with intense, desire-filled eyes. He adjusted her head to alter the angle, then drove his hips forward, gliding along the contour of her throat.

Genesis was rhythmically tightening and loosening her grip, her eyes rolling back as she sensed the slickness of her own arousal glistening on her fingers.

She took him in her mouth, feeling a thrilling mix of pleasure and discomfort as she struggled to accommodate him. The sensation intensified as his fullness pressed against her throat, prompting her to relax and let him slide deeper, the weight of him resting against her chin.

In the stillness of the night, with no one to witness, his low moans and vulgar words echoed softly, but neither he nor she seemed to mind the solitude.

“Nasty slut baby, so fucking nasty. This dick was made for you princess. You gon’ get this nut up?” He grunted as Genesis nodded her head obeying him.

Genesis quickened her movements, her fingers dancing within her as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her in mere moments.

Jimmy found a captivating rhythm as he thrust into her throat, chasing his pleasure, and the delightful sound of her gurgling around him brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

She inhaled deeply through her nose to steady herself as Jimmy took her from behind. She focused on loosening her throat, aware that each involuntary clench only heightened his desire.

She repeatedly plunged her fingers in and out of her slick core, stimulating her g-spot with each motion, all while her thoughts were consumed by him in this moment.

As he forcefully thrust into her throat, Genesis experienced an overwhelming sensation of desire, her core pulsating and yearning for his caress. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and drool trickled onto her chest as she continued to pleasure herself with her fingers.

It was a captivating scene as she overwhelmed herself right before his eyes. "Hmm, look at you, princess. About to make quite the mess, aren't you?" he teased, feeling his arousal pulse within her mouth.

She teetered on the edge of liberation as he forcefully thrust into her throat, his body tensing and pausing when he felt beads of sweat rolling down his face. Her throat became the perfect vessel for his desires, exclusively his.

“Fuck, lemme paint that fucking pretty ass face mamas.”

With a final thrust, she plunged her fingers deep within herself as he drove into her, forcing his length further down her throat while withdrawing, releasing streams of his essence across her face, mingling with her own pleasure that erupted all over her.

As her essence trickled down her thigh, he adorned her face with his warmth, sending shivers through her body and leaving her legs quaking. He ensured every drop was released before gently assisting Genesis to her feet.

“You nasty as fuck baby look at you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis replied.

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In the cozy confines of his hotel room, Jimmy and Genesis lay side by side on the bed, a rare moment of intimacy as Genesis peacefully dozed on his chest, while Jimmy absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok on his phone.

As he was engaged in that task, a text from his twin brother popped up, prompting him to check what had occurred.

Twin⚡️: Yo you up twin?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah I’m up what’s up?

Twin⚡️: did you make her yo girlfriend or what dawg?

Jimmy let out a soft laugh as he looked at Genesis, then shifted his gaze back to his messages.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah fool we official dawg 😭

Twin⚡️: see I should’ve known yall two was going to be together since that night at the club during that truth or dare game but yall was doing shi on the low 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: that’s bc we wanted to keep things low key we still gonna do that ion need folks in our business

Twin⚡️: well except for me and Jade ofc

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: dawg go to bed twin

Twin⚡️: I’m playing twin but nah fr tho she the one?

From the instant Cody made the introduction, Jimmy felt an undeniable connection with her; he was certain Genesis was meant for him, regardless of his cousin Zilla's opinions.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, she’s the one

Twin⚡️: what about Zilla and Quincy?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: if they stand in my way or in our way imma have to kill em twin you know this

Twin⚡️: ik ik im just saying I gotchu and Gigi if anything pops off knowing how crazy yo ass is

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m only crazy when it’s about Genesis and I don’t need his ass tryna start some shi up

Twin⚡️: shiii he might after hearing the news tho that’s all I’m saying especially with him having Quincy around

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mane Idgaf how mad he’s gonna be it was his fault for being desperate for her when she didn’t even find him interesting 😭😭

Twin⚡️: true true but imma head to sleep now twin I’ll see yall in the morning

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then twin

Jimmy switched off his phone and set it down on the mini dresser beside him, letting it charge as he settled into bed next to Genesis, who was stirring in her sleep.

He drew her nearer, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, then graced her with a warm smile. As his eyes began to flutter, he closed them softly, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

While Genesis lay asleep in bed, her phone buzzed incessantly beside her, but the sound went unnoticed as they slumbered on, the ringing persisting until it finally ceased.

Unknown Number has sent a voicemail.

‘You fucking bitch! You dating my cousin now? How long did it take him to ask you to be with him huh? Even though yall were doing shit on the low for folks to not even know—imma fucking kill him and then imma do whatever I want to yo’ ass because you belong to me! Me! Damn it! Can’t believe he stole you away from me!’

Unknown Number: YOU BELONG TO ME GENESIS NOT HIM, YOU'RE MINE ALL MINE HOW CAN HE JUST SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET LIKE THAT?

Unknown Number: I BET HE DIDNT EVEN FUCK YOU YET HUH? I BET HE DIDNT BEAT THAT PUSSY UP I JUST KNOW HE DIDNT—CODY SHOULDVE MINDED HIS FUCKING BUSINESS AND LET ME FINISH THE JOB I COULDVE BEEN IN ALLAT BUT NO

Unknown Number: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU—YOU WONT BE ABLE TO ESCAPE FROM ME NOT EVEN JIMMY CAN SAVE YOU BABYGIRL WATCH ME

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a/n: they’re officially together 🙂‍↕️ I’m so happy honestly that’s his ride or die right there and Zilla is not to happy about the news but oh well 😭😭

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angelsdean · 1 month ago

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to clarify my prev ask: i dont think he said anything anti destiel but some fans heard jensen say he didnt know what dean was thinking during cas's confession and are acting like he went on a homophobic rant i think.

Oh well then those people are stupid lmaoo. I made a post yesterday about his whole “I forgot to act” line and how I think he over-exaggerates that as a “bit” almost in a strategic way to avoid having to make definitive statements about what dean was feeling in that moment because it’s not his job as an actor to “word of god” tell us these things, esp since dean has not yet actually had the chance to speak his feelings on screen (and this is something that many hope will be explored in the reboot).

Jensen has said so many positive things abt the confession scene over the years. I believe was the first to gush abt it, in an interview shortly after it aired, talking abt how he watched fan reactions to the scene and swapped videos back and forth. How they collaborated on set to come up with the bloody handprint callback. He’s praised Misha’s performance a million times. When spnwin was still airing he teased that he hoped to have Cas appear in the future. Also that he’d love to see what Dean and Cas’s reunion might be and hoped we’d get to see it (also saying dean would want to talk abt Cas’s “goodbye”. Then later saying that Cas’s declaration (“testament”) of love was Clear Text and Cas’s feelings were something understood between the two of them). He’s also said that he played dean sobbing on the bunker floor afterwards as thinking to himself that he should’ve said something. should’ve told Cas he loved him too and hugged him. Said that dean didn’t really process Cas’s words til the empty had already taken Cas and he was alone in the dungeon. At yet ANOTHER con he said that dean’s biggest regret is that he couldn’t save Cas. His BIGGEST. So much shit has happened to him, he lost so many people, and the biggest thing he regrets is not being able to save Cas. And then another time, when asked generally what advice would s15 dean give to s4 dean, he said he would tell younger dean to trust Cas / appreciate him bc he’s going to be one of the most important people in his life (paraphrasing but the was the gist). Like!! He could’ve chosen anything else. Could’ve said he’d warn dean about chuck or some other threat but no, he wanted to tell his younger self abt Cas. Like hmmmm doesn’t sound to me like jensen hates Cas or dean and Cas’s bond. Sounds to me like he understands just how important Cas is to Dean, and how important this relationship is to many fans.

He’s not misha, he’s never going to be misha saying really direct things or overly sexual things abt destiel. That’s not jensen’s style. And also I think people forget that misha gets to be waaay more open abt destiel things bc CAS got to speak his feelings and confess his love. Dean is still a bit in limbo. We can of course interpret and come to our own conclusions based on the text (and I’d argue dean’s feelings have been more explicit throughout the show than Cas’s has been up until the confession scene) but since it hasn’t been spoken in the same way jensen can’t (and won’t —and I agree with him, it’s not his place) “word of god” confirm or deny any of dean’s feelings.

If people want to twist him toeing the line with these things and giving vague / deflecting answers as him being “anti” destiel then they’re just being willfully ignorant and kinda stupid.

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marscantread7 · 4 months ago

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Don't feel like doing that fancy shit w/ the pictures and borders and colors, so js headcanons I have for Sy and Xav and YOU! The reader, not mc. So basically Xavier and Sylus x regular, avg citizen reader. Ig for info. Ur a college student working some normal job js to pay off ur tuition. Like a barista or sumn. Not doing fast food, bc I'm currently a drive-thru worker at a fast food place and I cannot put my self insert character through that😭💔

Sorry abt the other LIs😭💔 I'm tryna get rid of my drafts so I'm js gonna do my two favorites for rn💀💀💀 I'll come back to this concept w/ the other three at a later date

Xavier

- he's suupppeeerrr overprotective of u. Bc like, ur not an evolver at all, and u have no sense of urgency, so like anytime there's fluctuations in the area, or even a wanderer appearance, he's teleporting u far, far away

- He loves helping u study for exams >_< and like, for ur online classes, esp if it's a gen ed class that isn't important to ur major, he will do ur assignments for u and even take tests and quizzes

- "Brings me back to the good ol days🙂‍↕️"

- He will have u bring home recipes for the new coffee ur shop has for a limited time so he can practice making it. He really loves (to try) cooking for u ans even if his croissants come out a little burnt, u enjoy it either way.

- u actually live in a dorm bc unfortunately u can't afford an apartment😓💔 Xavier always gets nervous when he's there bc "what if ur roommate says smth?" And ur js like, "She's always bringing smb new over. I promise u, she will not gaf abt me bringing the same boy over everyday."

- he will always make sure to visit the coffee shop everyday to get breakfast or lunch, and even drop off a treat for u.

- "Saw this fresh banana bread and brought u a few slices"

- keeps u in the dark abt everything involving protocores and wanderers bc bless ur soul! Ur too curious for ur own good and would definitely try to do ur own exploring

- he's caught u one too many times looking up the N109 Zone and has scolded u for it.

- oh yeah! And nothing against u, but he refuses to tell u that he's Lumiere bc of how curious u r. And crazy. U would definitely try to hunt him down to get exclusive pictures for ur Lumiere blog💀💀💀

- "Omg Xav!!! Look at this new Lumiere post? He's so cool!"

- *Xavier trying to keep his cool* Yeah. I bet he is😅😅😅

Sylus

- ur more chronically online than he originally thought when he first met u

- "What would u do if when he okay, so u said yes would go?" "Darling, what the FUCK r u talking abt rn?"

- he's trying so hard to convince u that u don't need to work and he can js pay off school for u

- "Crow man. Listen. I get ur super, mega rich, but u might not always be here to support me. I also feel like less of a burden on u. At least w/ my own money I have that security and assurance that I can still support myself if things don't work out between us, or if smth happens to u." "Kitten, I get that, but for the time being, I'm truly not going anywhere. Why don't u js let me pay for everything and u js put all ur money in a savings. I truly don't mind letting u use all my money, I have more than enough to spare."

- gave u one of his apartments to live in so ur not in those janky ass dorms.

- He refuses to let u step foot inside the N109 zone

- "Ur lucky ur even alive rn. If I hadn't caught u snooping around all those months ago-" "Ugh! Live a little? Aren't u all abt living life ln edge?"

- has to hide his motorcycle from u bc for some reason u know how to hotwire different vehicles????

- Mephisto always snitches on u when ur up to no good

- Srsly, bless ur heart. Ur such a curious soul, and Sylus HATES it. He's genuinely surprised on how u have made it this far in life bc the amount of dangerous situations he finds u in

- "So u knew the energy fluctuations in this area were high and u still decided to go???" "I've always wanted to see a Wanderer in person" "😐"

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Haha😭😭 js Starcrow w/ a regular ass reader who has no sense of danger LMFAOOO. Kinda half assed the end of them bc I'm js trying to clear out my drafts rn while I have a burst of writing energy rn

#l&ds #lnds #lads #love and deepspace #love & deepspace #xavier lnds #xavier lads #lads xavier #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x reader #lads sylus #sylus x you #sylus lads #sylus qin #l&ds sylus #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus x reader #marshall cant write

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Something something timkon and hair and how lex lichrally programmed Kon to shave his head before he went all luthor and was forced to attack his team, his best friends, his family. and then how most of the hair on the back of Tim’s head got burned off when he got blowed up (thx Steph) and he had to cut or shave the rest of it off so it could grow back semi-evenly. and how kon was a #rebel esp compared to all-American Boy Scout Superman; Kon’s rockin around with the side cut and the leather jacket and the buckles and the spikes or the (ill-advised and made me sad) black t-shirt and jeans but even the “I am a totally normal bro” getup made him distinct and different from Kal and that is really important to Kon because he wants to be his own person, not a Superman-stand-in. and THEN fucking LEX made it so Kon would look more like Lex! his other DNA donor!!! And Tim!! He kept his hair short — just long enough to spike it up as Robin — until both of his parents were gone. which suggests to me that he kinda always wanted it long (hello Tim Drake, #1 Dick Grayson stan) but that just wasn’t an option allowed to him (not uncommon for parents who care Very Much about Appearances — my own parents were the same about my brothers’ hair growing up, not least because the private all-boys school they went to dictated that their hair couldn’t be long enough to touch the collar of their shirt (with exceptions for [insert kinda racist and vaguely xenophobic language here] hair styles). As soon as he turned 18 my baby brother got a rocker-style mane. But I digress. Anyway). Then, post-tragedy, Tim’s hair got long enough to flip down over his forehead and stream behind him when he swung through the city (perhaps one of his ways of clinging to control and his sense of self in the whole awful situation). But then… Tim got fucking exploded, betrayed by his ex-girlfriend who had only just returned after letting him grieve her death for a year, and now she’s following Tim’s dead father mentor’s instructions to challenge him or whatever the fuck bullshit Batman told her, (a young girl whose own father was an asshole criminal, who so desperately wanted Bruce to be proud of her) and now Tim has to cut his hair all the way down to the scalp again and listen. I’m sorry dc tim looks fucking amazing in adventure comics and I’m in love with how he is arted but hair cannot and does not grow back that quick!! Mf had to wait!! I bet it grew in fucking patchy!! I bet kon’s did too!! (prolly not as bad as Tim’s cuz Tim’s got scar tissue and shit.)

but I just think tim and kon deserve a chance to sit down and just commiserate with each other about growing their hair back out (growing back out a sidecut is a BITCH I speak from experience) and Tim’s prolly having to trim his own hair super often to keep it nice-ish while it comes back in, and Kon’s curls are just a fucking MESS until they grow out enough to like. Curl. (Again, speaking from experience) And they’re just shooting the shit (“well MINE was worse bc I looked like fucking LEX. LUTHOR.” / “well you didn’t have to wait to figure out which parts of your scalp we actually gonna bother growing hair again”) until it gets quiet for a minute. And then one of them asks if the hair also reminds the other one of The Shitty Thing That Happened. And then they fucking talk about it. About how they can’t look in the mirror without having a flashback of pain or rage. How it makes them feel like they don’t even get to control their own bodies, their own appearances, and how much that fucking sucks. How they go to run their hand through their hair and there’s just. Not enough of it to do that. How Kon is terrified that somehow looking like Lex means Lex will use him to hurt the people he loves again. How every time Tim sees another Bat or Bird looking at the back of his head, all he can think about is how they might be planning to lure him into another Bat-mandated trap test. How both Tim and Kon kinda really miss the feeling of people playing with their hair. How they miss playing with each others’ hair.

And maybe then one of them extends an offer and the other does the same and they agree to do each others’ hair. Maybe it’ll help paint a new layer over those awful memories.

So Kon finds Tim once a week (he’s never in the same place, he’s rarely even in the same country) and he trims the hair until it looks even, gives Tim the #sitch on how much hair is growing back in. After the second or third week he realizes that Tim’s not keeping up with his burn-care routine, so he starts bringing burn and scar cream with him too. Then he remembers Tim’s lack of a hair care routine and starts trying out different products on Tim’s hair to see what works best. Tim doesn’t say anything, but he thinks all of this feels even better than when Kon and Cassie used to twist little braids into his hair.

Kon insists that Tim doesn’t have to help until his hair’s grown out more, (that he doesn’t want Tim nearby and distracted while Kon still looks like Lex) but Tim outright refuses to let Kon push him away and he will NOT be outdone in the caretaking game. He waits until Kon’s busy fighting some giant alien robot in metropolis and sneaks in to the Kents’ house to scope out what products Kon uses. When he leaves the bathroom, Ma Kent is there, eyebrow raised. She tells him he “could have just knocked on the front door, sweetheart, we know how’ta keep secrets in this house. Now, let’s get some food in you before Conner comes home. You’re all skin and bones, hun.” So Tim goes downstairs and takes some mini meat pies for the road, and then researches the products Kon uses, what they do, what the ingredients do, if there are other (more expensive) options that people have sworn up and down are better. He amasses a collection, and the next time Kon shows up with clippers and healing creams and a new shampoo to try, Tim’s already got ten different products lined up on the sink — everything from shampoos and conditioners to serums and masks. Kon asks if these are things Tim wants Kon to use in Tim’s hair. Tim tells him that no, all of these are for Tim to try on Kon. Kon almost cries. (He does cry, he just doesn’t let the tears fall until Tim isn’t looking.) (Tim notices anyway ofc.) And Tim’s made a spreadsheet to track the effectiveness of different products, different ingredients, different combinations, so he tells Kon to start coming every 2-3 days instead, so he can establish results using a realistic timeframe. Sometimes, if Tim’s gonna be in one place for a few days, Kon just crashes with him. (Neither of them say it, but they both fucking CRAVE the old Core Four cuddle piles.) Eventually, when Kon’s hair is long enough that he’s ready to switch back to his side-cut again, Tim surprises him by not only shaving the hair down, but shaving a few racing stripes (“they’re flight patterns!” / “rob, I dunno what to tell you. everyone’s gonna think they’re racing stripes. doesn’t mean they aren’t dope as fuck, though.”) into Kon’s hair. Every time Kon’s hair grows out enough, Tim shaves it back and stencils in a new design. Kon starts making requests (“gimme the Super ‘S’!” / “It’s the House of El crest, Kon. You know that. Also, you have a secret identity to maintain.” / “C’mon, I’ll just say I’m a fan!” / “With the same El family crest shaved onto your scalp as Superboy?” / “No one’s noticed the identical head decor yet!”) but it’s the day Kon asks (with the same confident and mischievous tone as always) for Tim to shave in the Red Robin crest that something in Tim’s chest, something formless and warm that he hadn’t really paid attention to before, seers a burning path through his heart, takes root, and solidifies.

“Kon. I love you.”

Kon’s distracted, rifling through their hair-care bags for Tim’s razors. “Love you too, Robbie. Duh. That’s why I’m askin’ you to shave your cre–”

“No,” Tim shakes his head, mildly frustrated with himself for the lack of clarity. “I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a while.”

Kon is seated in the chair they’d pulled into the bathroom from the hotel room’s desk, so he has to look up to meet Tim’s eyes. The hand digging beneath sample bottles of leave-in conditioner freezes, still wrist-deep in hair products. Kon’s expression looks to Tim like one of his video games’ character builders froze between the settings for ‘bright smile’ and ‘shock and awe.’

So Tim just looks down at him. Waits. If this was anyone else, Tim would probably be losing his mind right now, but… it’s Kon. Tim’s safe. Kon would never do anything to hurt him.

Kon unfreezes, blinks a few times. “Could you–” he coughs. “Could you say that again? I think my brain maybe like, malfunctioned for a second.”

Tim takes a step closer, reaches out one hand to cup Kon’s cheek, scratches his fingertips through the stubble on the side of Kon’s head. “I’m in love with you, Conner Kent.”

Tears fill Kon’s eyes, and he blinks them away. “That’s– that’s what I thought you said.” His hand (the one not trapped beneath a sea of shampoos, some detached and unhelpful part of Tim’s mind remarks) comes up to gently rest on Tim’s hip. “Robbie, Tim, I– of course I’m in love with you. You– you’re– you’re amazing, you know that? You’re so kind and strong and you’re a genius and you’re a gift to everyone around you; I dunno how everyone else doesn’t see you like I do.”

Tim can’t help but reach out his other hand to wrap around the back of Kon’s head, to feel where the curls carve a path down through the shorter hair and come to a sharp point.

“I mean, damn Wonder Boy,” Kon tries to muster up his Superboy smirk, but the look in his eyes is full of too much genuine affection for him to pull it off. “I think I’ve been in love with you since Kauai, since you grabbed me outta free-fall and swung me to safety. You caught me. No one’d ever done that before. And then you just… kept doing it. You’re still saving me, still taking care of me.”

Kon reaches his other hand (no eruption of hairspray, thank you TTK, that same unhelpful part of Tim’s mind comments. Read the room! the rest of Tim yells at it.) around the back of Tim’s neck, avoiding the tender and scarred areas with practiced ease, and pulls Tim down until their foreheads touch.

“I love you, Wonder. I love you, Robbie.” Kon tilts his head up, waits until their eyes meet. He’s got the biggest smile on his face that Tim’s ever seen.

Tim smiles back, and Kon’s eyes soften. “I love you, Tim.”

Tim leans down and uses his hands on either side of Kon’s head to guide Kon’s lips up to his own.

This is what I want to remember, Tim thinks as he feels Kon’s fingers gliding softly against the sensitive skin of his burn, feels Kon’s TTK covering and protecting the parts still too tender to touch. Tim runs his own fingertips back and forth over the stubble on the sides of Kon’s head, before pushing them up until they’re tangled in Kon’s curls.

I don’t want to care anymore whether or not the people around me look at the back of my head and see weakness or failure. They don’t get to decide whether this mark on my body matters or what it means. I do. And I decide that these scars are important because they brought me here, to this moment. They brought me to Kon.

Kon tilts his head down to break the kiss. He stands up, and before Tim gets a chance to move away and give him space, Kon wraps his arms and TTK around him. He plants a kiss in Tim’s hair. “Damn, Wonder Boy. Having to grow all my hair back almost feels worth it if it got me here.”

Tim smiles and wraps his arms around Kon’s waist, nestles into Kon’s chest. “You know what, Clone Boy? I was just thinking the same thing.”

#hmm. this was supposed to be a meta post idk what happened.#(that’s a lie ik what happened what happened is I love timkon vv much)#anyway pls ignore timeline inconsistency if DC gets to fuck up their own timeline for story reasons then so can I #it’s about the queer need to have control of your appearance and how the world sees you #it’s about the intimacy of doing someone else’s hair care #it’s about being VULNERABLE by letting someone you love see and care for the parts of you you don’t like and/or can’t control #dcu #dc comics #tim drake #conner kent #kon-el #timkon #superboy/robin #superboy/robin: world’s finest three #world’s finest three #robin 181 #teen titans (2003) 24

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