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uceyliyahh · 22 days ago

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GUARDED

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

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, oral (f receiving) stalking

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.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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

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Minneapolis, Minnesota - 3:30PM

Today marked the celebration of Genesis' birthday, and while Jade enjoyed her meal at the catering hall, she browsed the Airbnb website in search of a house for their stay. She aimed to organize a surprise party, as her best friend rarely ventures out.

Excited to host a gathering, she planned to invite her close friends from work for a night of fun. As she prepared, she spotted Jimmy entering the catering hall, deep in conversation with his twin brother Jey. Eager to share her secret, Jade waved them over, urging them to join her after they filled their plates, so she could reveal her surprise party plans for Genesis.

They all dabbed each other up as the guys sat down at the table with her. “Hey, yall.” Jade said.

“What’s Hannin’ Jade.” Jey said.

“So you guys know it’s Gigi’s birthday today and I am planning a birthday party for her tonight—she doesn’t know though.” Jade had shown them the pictures of the Airbnb that she had rented out for the birthday party for Genesis.

“Damnn, it looks cozy in there. What’chu need help with?”

“Well imma need help with the decorations and stuff, and Jimmy imma need you to keep her distracted until later on.” Jimmy had a special surprise in store for her birthday—he planned to take her on a shopping spree, allowing her to choose anything her heart desired from the mall. Even if she felt unworthy, he was determined to spoil her with gifts, no matter what.

“A’ight, you know I got’chu Jade. I already have things planned for lil mama.” Jimmy said as Jey and Jade looked at him with their eyes wide open.

They exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Jimmy, who had casually dropped that nickname at the start of his sentence, leaving them in disbelief. Jimmy raised an eyebrow, his face reflecting confusion as if he had misspoken.

“What?”

“That’s her nickname? Lil mama?” Jimmy laughed softly, shaking his head as he realized these two were attempting to unravel the complexities of his relationship with Genesis. “Trust me I have more nicknames for her than just that.”

“What does she call you? Because I know Gigi isn’t the type to say nicknames.”

“Yeah, she isn’t but she does call me baby every once in a while then it’s just my name honestly.” Jimmy was sharing only scant details about his relationship with her, fully aware of how Jey and Jade tend to react.

He realized that he hadn't spotted Genesis since their time at the hotel, and he found himself wondering where she might be and if she was alright—he was aware that she typically avoided the catering hall, preferring to bring her own lunch to work.

They were all brainstorming ways to surprise Genesis for her birthday, careful not to alarm her during their conversation. Meanwhile, Jimmy took out his phone to send her a text, feeling a pang of longing for her presence.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Gigi? Wya mamas?

As he waited for Genesis to reply, he tuned in to Jade's enthusiastic plans for the Airbnb decorations and the drinks for the surprise party, when suddenly his phone beeped with a message from her.

Gigi🤍: I’m eating lunch outside enjoying the weather

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: whatchu eating on?

Gigi🤍: a chicken Caesar salad I made and drinking some water.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: that sounds good, but whatchu later on after work?

Gigi🤍: I think you already know what I’m going to do after work pretty boy but why?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I wanna take you shopping baby

Gigi🤍: shopping? Like spoiling me type of shopping? Jimmy you don’t have to do this

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yes and I will, I told you lemme take care of you Gigi please?

Gigi🤍: Jon…

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: please baby

Jade revealed to him that Genesis doesn't see herself as someone who deserves to be pampered; she believes she isn't worthy of such affection and attention. Quincy is to blame for instilling this mindset in her, especially since Jimmy is always there to lift her spirits whenever she doubts her worth.

Gigi🤍: alright I’ll let this one slide for now

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: good I miss yo cute ass anyways

Gigi🤍: I miss you too pretty boy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: imma spend a band on you idc

Gigi🤍: JIMMY 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: un-un ion wanna hear none of that complaining im doing it

Gigi🤍: ughhh you are so annoying I swear😭😭🙄

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: but you love me tho

Gigi🤍: yeah I do but I’ll see you later?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, you will Gigi

Gigi🤍: mkay love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too

As Jimmy tucked his phone away into his pocket, he listened intently to Jade as she laid out all the intricate details of what would unfold once he returned from shopping with Genesis.

Since he confronted Zilla at his hideout and gave him a serious beating for his actions against Genesis, he hadn't received any updates about him. The last he knew, Zilla was facing suspension for the remainder of the year, awaiting the upcoming trial.

Cody revealed that he had spotted Zilla slipping in and out of here occasionally, which infuriated him. He couldn't shake the worry that Zilla might be trying to interfere with Genesis while he was away. If they crossed paths again, it would be a confrontation without hesitation.

He would put a bullet in his head don’t matter if he’s family or not. He’ll make sure that Genesis was safe.

After finishing work today, Genesis and Jimmy headed to the mall for a shopping spree. It was her birthday, and Jimmy was eager to treat her to anything her heart desired. They strolled past Foot Locker, Spencer’s, and Bath & Body Works, but Genesis was drawn to Pink, which was linked to Victoria's Secret. As she wandered through the store, she browsed through an array of lingerie, selecting several panties and bras to try on.

As Jimmy followed closely behind her, she browsed through items for herself, engaging in conversation with a store employee. She inquired about trying on a few pieces, and the employee led her to the charming dressing rooms. Grateful, she informed Jimmy that she'd be in there for a moment, to which he simply nodded, remaining by the door while scrolling through his social media.

He was determined to ensure that she felt cherished and knew he would always be there for her, encouraging her to share anything with him, especially when he was ready to speak the truth. From Jade, he learned that Genesis had built walls around her heart after her traumatic experiences with Quincy and the attempted assault by Zilla, which left her feeling isolated. However, in Jimmy's presence, her heart began to thaw, gradually opening up to him more and more.

He longed for her to let her guard down and reveal her true self to him, as he consistently demonstrated his love and appreciation for her. That kiss they shared at the club held significant meaning for both of them, even if she was reluctant to acknowledge it.

At that moment, he heard Genesis calling his name as he tucked his phone back into his pocket and stepped into the dressing room. There she was, clad in alluring lingerie that made his gaze travel over her figure—her black lace bra accentuating her curves in a way that left him utterly mesmerized.

“You like this bra? Should I get another color?” Genesis asked.

Jimmy closed the door and leaned against it, captivated by her beauty as he sensually licked his lips.

“Nah, you look good in that color baby.” Jimmy responded with a smile on his face.

He approached her, his hands resting on her hips, his tall frame looming above her. She gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes, biting her lower lip before tucking it in, mirroring his own gesture.

“You gonna try on the other ones too?” He asked.

“Mhm, I’m just trying to see which one I like the most and which one suits my skin tone.” She responded softly as he nodded his head letting her continue doing what she was doing.

He settled onto the couch, legs casually apart, watching intently as she slipped out of her bra to try on a new one. The way her breasts filled the fabric stirred something within him, yet he fought to maintain his composure, aware of their public surroundings.

As she tossed her hair to the side, releasing a tantalizing fragrance that enveloped him, he couldn't resist any longer. Rising from the couch, he grasped her throat gently, capturing her lips with his before she could even respond. With her back against the wall, he lifted her by the thighs, holding her close to his waist as they lost themselves in a fervent kiss.

Her fingers wove through his tousled curls as his tongue danced within her mouth, their teeth colliding in a passionate clash. The firmness of his arousal pressed against her shorts, igniting a warmth that soaked her panties, overwhelmed by his commanding presence.

Jimmy nibbled on her lower lip, eliciting soft moans from her as their lips met. He then began to kiss a path down her jawline, moving toward her neck, where he gently sucked, while Genesis clung to him tightly.

He pulled back from her neck, leaving a mark, and pressed his forehead against hers, gazing into her deep chocolate brown eyes. He brushed his lips against hers softly before he began to speak.

“You drive me crazy Gigi, you know that?”

“I do?”

“Yeah you sure do, I mean look at you girl. so gorgeous.”

She beamed at him, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. He reciprocated, lowering her gently to her feet while intertwining their fingers, and she gazed up at him with affection.

“You’re too good for me Jimmy.” Genesis said.

“Baby, imma still be good to you. I told you imma love you Gigi.” Jimmy responded.

“I love you too Jimmy.” Genesis experimented with several bras, selecting her preferred choice before getting dressed and neatly hanging the ones she didn't want in the dressing room.

As they approached the register, Jimmy took the opportunity to pay for her clothes, his hand gently gliding along her waist. Just then, Genesis heard her phone beep and, reaching into her purse, she pulled it out to find a message from an unfamiliar number.

Initially wary of the message, she hesitated before opening it. Her heart raced as she recognized the photos of her and Jimmy at the mall—her hands trembled, nearly dropping the phone as she read the text.

Unknown number: I’m always watching you Genesis and when I catch you without Jimmy it’s over for you

A wave of fear washed over her as she caught sight of Jimmy, who was just reaching for the bag containing her new bra and panties. She felt torn; she didn't want to keep secrets from him, yet the thought of him being upset—especially about her—made her uneasy.

She chose to let it be for the moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity to reveal the truth to him. Deep down, she understood that Zilla wouldn't simply drop the matter—he would persistently pursue her until he had her completely under his control.

With a warm smile, she watched Jimmy as he effortlessly carried her bags, guiding them toward the exit. They had agreed to grab a bite at the food hall, where Jimmy insisted she take a seat while he fetched their meal. As she nodded, a wave of anxiety washed over her, triggered by Zilla's message, prompting her to reach out to Jade via text.

Gigi🤍: bestie? Can we talk?

Jadebae🌪️: Hey! How’s your day going with Jimmy ik he spent a couple bands on you

Gigi🤍: 🙄🙄 girl he did he got me a whole bunch of shit 😭

Jadebae🌪️: don’t pretend that you don’t love it when he spoils you Gigi

Gigi🤍: I meannnnn I guess so

Jadebae🌪️: yeah whatever 😭😭 but what’s up?

Genesis shared a screenshot of Zilla's message, noticing bubbles appearing as she awaited Jade's reply.

Jadebae🌪️: WTF??? Un-un Gigi you need to show Jimmy this before shit gets personal

Gigi🤍: I want to tell him but I get when he gets mad ion like to see my teddy bear all upset

Jadebae🌪️: did you just call him your teddy bear Gigi? Un-Un! Yall two must be fucking on the low 😭😭

Gigi🤍: WE ARE JUST FRIENDS STAY ON TOPIC 😭 I don’t wanna keep this from him

Jadebae🌪️: Gigi you have to tell him it’s his job to protect you especially from his crazy ass cousin I don’t need Zilla ruining your special day.

Genesis knew it was her birthday, yet she felt indifferent, anticipating a quiet evening at the hotel with some movies. Little did she realize, Jade had a surprise in store for her special day.

Gigi🤍: girl it’s just my birthday ain’t nun special

Jadebae🌪️: you’ll love what I have planned but I’m not spilling so you need to go ahead and tell Jimmy about this

Gigi🤍: alright I’ll tell him

Jadebae🌪️: you better see you later bestie!

Genesis spotted Jimmy returning with their meal in hand. He had brought her beloved Asia Chao, her go-to dish whenever she was out shopping and craving a bite. He settled down across from her, and they started to enjoy their meal together.

Genesis secured her hair in a neat bun using a clip, ensuring no food would get tangled in it—meanwhile, Jimmy observed her while enjoying his meal and sipping through his straw.

He could feel an unsettling tension in the air as she sat silently, her uneaten food growing cold. It was clear that something troubled her, yet she chose to keep it to herself.

“Gigi?” Jimmy called for her.

She looked up at him with her doe-like eyes, “yes?” Genesis responded.

“What’s wrong mama? You look anxious and too quiet. You normally start up a conversation about something crazy so what’s up?” She sighed deeply while thinking to her, he just knows when something is wrong within a few seconds. Jimmy was waiting for her to tell him what’s going on. All of a sudden she was all fine back in Pink and now she’s all quiet and anxious.

“Can you promise me that you won’t get upset, ion like it when you mad about something, especially if it’s over me.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. Yeah, something definitely happened, “I can’t promise you that unless it’s something bad Gigi.” Genesis unlocked her phone and shared her messages with Zilla, sliding the device in his direction. As he scrolled through the texts, he came across photos of her and Jimmy enjoying their time at the mall.

His eyes betrayed his frustration, though he masked it in front of others, maintaining his composure as he gently pushed her phone back to her.

“When was this Gigi?”

“This was when we were in Pink and you were paying for my things. I was scared to tell you about it because I know how you are when it comes to me.”

“Then you should’ve told me Gigi, you know ion play about you girl—especially when it comes to my damn cousin stalking you still after being suspended.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” With her head bowed, she felt a sense of guilt, prompting him to gently lift her chin, urging her to meet his gaze. In his eyes, she recognized that he bore no anger; he simply longed for her to open up and share her thoughts.

Genesis avoided eye contact with him while he leaned forward over the table placing a soft kiss on her lips giving her that reassurance that she needed. “I’m not mad at you baby, I just need to know next time when something like this happens aight?” She could feel his thumb caressing gently against her cheek causing her to smile at him.

He gazed intently into her rich, chocolate-colored eyes, captivated by her stunning beauty. It was hard for him to fathom that he would be the one to shower her with gifts, spending his money freely on her, for she truly deserved it, even if she herself couldn't see it.

“You’re so beautiful Gigi.” Jimmy says.

“Thank you, you’re beautiful, too handsome.” Genesis responds, causing Jimmy to chuckle at her while licking the bottom of his lips.

“C’mon, let’s finish our food before it gets cold.”

Airbnb - 12:30PM

Jimmy and Genesis had gathered at the spacious Airbnb that Jade had booked for Genesis's surprise birthday celebration. After parking the car in the driveway, which was much larger than their previous venue, Jimmy switched off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. He then made his way to the passenger side to open the door for Genesis.

Jimmy extended his hand, and as she grasped it, he spun her around, admiring her stunning birthday outfit. He then gently instructed her to close her eyes while he guided her into the house, ensuring she wouldn't trip.

He closed the passenger door while she shielded her eyes. After they reached the entrance, Jimmy unlocked it with a spare key Jade had given him. He opened the door and assisted Genesis inside. As he closed the door and gently lowered her hands from her face, the lights flickered on, revealing a chorus of 'Happy Birthday!' Everyone cheered as Genesis's eyes lit up with delight at the sight of the beautiful decorations adorning the house.

Genesis felt a wave of emotion wash over her as she spotted familiar faces from work and dear friends gathered for her birthday celebration. It was a momentous occasion, the first time she would share her special day with all her loved ones. Determined to keep her composure and preserve her makeup, she fought back tears of joy.

“Happy Birthday Bestie!” Jade said as she gave her a hug.

“Omg Jade, you didn’t have to do this for me.” Genesis responded.

“Girl what? It’s your birthday today. I wanted to go all out for this—and look at you all dolled up and glowing.” Jade glanced over at Jimmy, the one who had made her best friend shine, as she reached for a bottle of Don Julio and a shot glass.

She poured into the shot glass while giving it to Genesis before speaking, “you’re the birthday girl and you get to take the first shot of tonight.” Genesis didn’t really drink that much but since it was her birthday she shrugged her shoulders taking a shot of Don Juilo as everyone cheered for her.

“Yeahhh bestie!! Let’s get turnt!” With Jey turned on some music on the speaker as everyone began dancing and having fun the song was upbeat and catchy.

Genesis filled her red cup with more Don Julio, savoring a sip as she swayed to the rhythm of the music alongside her best friend Jade. While others were engrossed in a game of Uno or enjoying a smoke outside, Jimmy leaned against the wall, beer in hand, a smile spreading across his face as he watched Genesis revel in the moment.

As he spotted his twin brother approaching, casually leaning against the wall, he observed the lively crowd around them, the air thick with the scent of weed. Jey nudged him to grab his attention.

“It’s good to see Gigi all happy.” Jey said.

“Yeah, I’m glad too. I hope she doesn’t get too drunk tonight for the gifts I got her.” Jimmy responded.

“Damn, you spending yo’ money on her when is yall gonna make it official?” Jimmy laughed softly, his hands tucked into his pockets, as he watched Genesis throw her head back in joy, raising her red cup high in the air while playfully teasing Jade.

He couldn't help but notice how she was dancing closely with Jade, wishing for the same electrifying vibe when she approached him.

“We will be official until she gives me the green light. Twin, ion wanna move fast she’s been through so much including with our cousin ion wanna rush her.” Jey acknowledged the scenario with a nod, casually enjoying a blunt before handing it over to Jimmy, who eagerly accepted it, took a few puffs, and exhaled the smoke into the sky.

“Yeah, I understand twin. But c’mon dawg I need details.” Jimmy rolled his eyes knowing how nosey his brother was. “All I can say is she takes good care of me, too good at that. The way she be giving me those massages and stroking that mothafuka twinnnn.”

Jimmy couldn't help but boast about how Genesis skillfully massaged him; every time they became intimate, her hands would expertly caress him, sending him into a whirlwind of pleasure, leaving his body quivering in the wake of their passionate encounters.

Jimmy inhaled deeply from the blunt once more, then passed it to Jey, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air as the intoxicating blend of weed and beer surged through his body.

“Damn, she got it like that?”

“Hell yeah, she got it like that. The way she be looking at me with those doe-like eyes of hers be doing it for me but ion really go too far unless she tells me otherwise.”

Jey chuckled at his twin brother, “she got you hooked twin.”

Jimmy acknowledged her approach with a nod, his eyes drawn to Genesis as she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying enticingly. The unmistakable scent of marijuana wafted from her, revealing her intoxicated state.

She stood before him, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at his towering frame, a gentle smile gracing her lips. With her arms encircling his neck, she felt his hand slide around her waist, pulling her close as he gazed down at her affectionately.

“Babyyyy, come dance with meeee.” Genesis said.

“A’ight then twin that’s my cue, lil mama want me to dance with her drunk ass.” Jimmy said as he dabbed up his brother while Genesis had dragged him down to the living room swaying her hips behind him.

She radiated joy from the lively dancing with Jade, her braids a wild cascade, and her chocolate skin shimmering under the soft glow of the house lights.

Jimmy wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands settling comfortably on her hips. Genesis let out a soft laugh, inhaling his scent as she leaned back into him, allowing her body to melt against his.

“you having fun baby?” Jimmy whispered gently against her ear.

“Mhm, I love this so much.” Genesis said, leaning her head back on his shoulders.

He let out a soft chuckle near her ear, his voice deep and heavy with desire. “I got some stuff for you mamas.”

As the melody shifted to "Kissing In Public" by Destin Conrad, the atmosphere ignited with energy, prompting everyone in the house to pair up and dance. Caught in the infectious rhythm, Genesis swayed her hips, playfully bending over and enticing Jade and the crowd to cheer her on.

Genesis's body molded seamlessly against his, her hands gripping his hips as she swayed her form in rhythmic circles, glancing back to catch his gaze, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Their energies perfectly aligned as her back arched gracefully, her body pressing against him, feeling the undeniable hardness of his arousal through the fabric of his jeans.

“Okay Gigi! Don’t hurt him now!” Jade shouted.

Once more, she nestled against his shoulders, her fingers gliding to the nape of his neck as she swayed in rhythm with him.

“You acting out princess.” Jimmy whispered, casting a glance downward at her, noticing the playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Acting out for you Daddy.”

He grinned mischievously at her, his lips grazing the skin just behind her ear, “Nah, it’s like liquor in yo system lil mama.”

She spun around in his embrace, now facing him with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “It’s not though daddy, hmm. you so handsome daddy.”

Without uttering a single word, Jimmy leaned in and kissed her boldly, unbothered by the onlookers. To the world, they were merely friends, but in the privacy of their own space, their relationship was far more intimate.

“Ohhhh Shiiiit! Birthday girl got Jimmy acting up!” Jey shouted in excitement as Jimmy gave his brother the middle finger.

This was no mere peck; it was a profound, lingering kiss filled with possessiveness. The world around them seemed to vanish. Genesis let out a soft sigh, her hands gliding down his chest, moving lower, her fingertips dancing along the edge of his shirt.

He drew her nearer, their bodies pressed together, with no space separating them as they swayed in harmony to the rhythm. One of Jimmy's hands glided down her back to cradle her backside, while the other held her waist firmly, enough for her to sense his touch.

She pressed her lips against his once more, this time with a fiercer intensity, pulling on the chain around his neck as her fingers ventured beneath his shirt.

“Damnnn Twin, she got yo’ ass on locked down.” They didn’t bother to hear what he just said being in their own little world together like it was just them.

He felt her soft, wet kisses on his neck and face, prompting him to grasp her throat and take charge of the moment. Jimmy's lips grazed Genesis's ear once more, his voice now deeper and more husky. “Keep on Gigi Imma fuck the shit out of you.”

“Daddyyy I’m not doin nun.” She murmured forming her lips into a pout. “I’m just having fun daddy.” biting the bottom of her lip.

“I know baby.” He said, dragging his lips across her jawline. “But if you keep on with that, imma have to take yo little ass upstairs and straighten you out.”

Jade's voice sliced through the dense fog of flirtation, her hands dramatically gesturing in the air as she tapped on her glass, capturing the attention of everyone, including them.

“Okay y'all! It’s time to sing happy birthday to Genesis so imma need everyone up to the front!” At that moment, everyone gathered at the front, including Genesis and Jimmy—who had kindly pulled out a chair for Genesis, allowing her to sit and admire her favorite birthday cake.

Jey switched off the lights, illuminating the room with flickering candles as her friends gathered around, singing 'Happy Birthday' in a joyful chorus. The lively, off-key harmonies filled the house, causing Genesis to laugh at the delightful chaos.

“We love you Gigi.” Cody remarked as he placed the drinks on the table.

“Make a wish princess.” With a grin, Jimmy rested his head on Genesis's shoulder while the kitchen island buzzed with the energy of everyone gathered around.

As Genesis surveyed the room, she felt the warmth of her many supportive friends surrounding her. With a smile, she leaned in to extinguish the candles, her hand clasped tightly with Jimmy's.

The candles fizzled out, and everyone clapped.

“What you wish for bestie?” Jade asked.

“That’s something I cannot say about until it happens.” Genesis said as she took a glance over at Jimmy.

Jade had seen it causing her to smirk, “A’ight then girl let’s continue to partyyyy.”

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere softened, enveloping the group in a warm embrace. A gentle melody floated from a speaker in the corner, while Cody and Jade engaged in lively conversation, and Jey savored a slice of cake. The echoes of laughter hung in the air, but the vibe had transformed into something more tranquil—comfortable, satisfied, and pleasantly tipsy.

In a secluded room, Genesis and Jimmy found solace away from the crowd, the door securely locked. She reclined on his lap, both of them sharing a blunt. As she inhaled deeply, the smoke curled upwards, enveloping them in a haze of tranquility. Feeling the effects wash over her, she passed the blunt to Jimmy, inviting him to join in the moment.

“This has been the best birthday party ever.” She said, voice soft as she took the blunt from him.

Jimmy had cradled her chin caressing her cheeks with his thumb, “I’m glad you got to enjoy it Gigi.”

Genesis beamed at him, her fingers gliding over his cheeks and exploring the texture of his beard, all the while captivated by the deep, rich hue of his chocolate-brown eyes. “You’re such a handsome man Jimmy, god took his time on you.”

Jimmy looked down at her, gently setting the remaining part of the blunt in the ashtray. He leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss on her lips. "I have a little surprise for you, sweetheart." With a flourish, Jimmy pulled a small pink velvet box from his pocket.

He took her hand gently as he retrieved the ring, sliding it onto her left ring finger before setting the box down on the small dresser beside them.

Genesis gazed at her ring finger, her eyes widening in surprise as she noticed a ring adorning it, her mouth slightly agape in astonishment.

“J-Jimmy what is this?” She asked.

“It’s a promise ring baby, this shows how much I cherish you and our friendship together, I want that to continue until we make it official.” He says with a smile on his face seeing her eyes getting all glassy.

With a playful smile lighting up her face, she lifted her head from his lap, straddling him as his hand rested on her hips. Leaning in closer, their noses nearly touched, and their lips were tantalizingly close to meeting.

“Undress me.”

She guided his hand to her dress, silently inviting him to remove it, as she slipped off her heels with a soft thud on the floor—he was uncertain of her thoughts but felt compelled to inquire.

“You sure? We don’t have to do this mamas.”

“I’m craving for you daddy, I need it. I want it. And I want you to take it.” Her voice was a gentle whisper, laced with a hint of vulnerability, as if pleading for his touch with an urgent longing.

His heart raced at the sound of her pleading voice—he swiftly unfastened her dress, letting it cascade down, revealing her stunning naked form before him.

He tenderly pressed his lips against her chest before turning her onto her back, completely removing her dress. He nestled between her legs, showering her with soft, lingering kisses that traveled from her neck to her chest and down to her stomach, causing her to squirm beneath him.

“J-Jimmy.” She breathed, nails digging into his back.

He looked up at her, eyes dark and focused. “We ain’t gotta do this mamas.”

For a brief moment, she wavered, torn between fear and desire. Yet, she found the courage to whisper it—softly, truthfully, and as audacious as she had always been.

“But I want you Jimmy, I’ve been craving you ever since we shared that kiss. I need you.”

That was the signal he had been waiting for. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "you need me, Gigi?" She responded with a nod, playfully tugging at the waistband of his jeans, urging him to remove them.

He tossed his shirt aside, proudly revealing his stunning physique adorned with intricate tribal tattoos.

Each caress was deliberate and lingering. He moved with a purpose, as if he had a point to make—but without haste. His aim was to leave her breathless, to be the sole man capable of evoking such feelings in her—not Zilla, nor her former husband Quincy, just him.

He knelt beside the bed, drawing her closer as he pressed soft kisses along her thighs, his gaze locked onto hers, captivating her attention.

Without hesitation, his fingers found her clit, gliding in slow, sensual circles.

“O-oh—“ Genesis began to respond, but was quickly silenced by a passionate kiss. He withdrew slightly, his gaze filled with an intense authority. Jimmy's fingers glided from her clit, gradually inserting two fingers into her, curling them upward, which made Genesis gasp sharply. A triumphant smirk spread across Jimmy's face as he observed her reaction to his touch.

“You gon’ run away from me when I eat this pussy baby?” He asked waiting for an answer from her lips. “No, daddy I won’t run I promise.”

Enveloping her thighs with his arms, he nestled his face between her legs. As he pressed his lips against her intimately, she halted, gazing down at him with a blend of astonishment and longing.

Jimmy began to tantalize her intimately, his tongue skillfully navigating her most sensitive spots, causing her to writhe in delight as her body tensed slightly, prompting him to gaze directly into her eyes. “Relax mamas, I gotchu baby.”

She surrendered to his soothing voice, her body unwinding under his influence. Restlessly, she squirmed, trying to suppress the gentle moans that slipped from her mouth, yet Jimmy was resolute in coaxing them from her.

He playfully caressed her curves, pulling back for a brief moment before diving in again, eagerly navigating her uncharted territory with his tongue, which longed for his caress.

His tongue moved with expert grace, gliding over her slickness as he relished the gentle sighs that flowed from her beautiful lips, sounds he treasured immensely. “How does this feel, baby? Does it feel good?” He cooed at her.

Her fingers wove through his tousled hair as she nodded, unable to find the words, which made him chuckle softly beneath her.

He was savoring every moment, delicately tracing her clit with his mouth, relishing in her heightened pleasure as she instinctively attempted to pull away. Yet, he swiftly pulled her back, keeping her precisely where he wanted her. “You promised me mamas.”

“I-I’m sorry d-daddy…it’s t-too m-muchh.” She mewled out.

She felt as if she were floating on air, her mind blissfully hazy and still buzzing from the effects of the weed. Every time his tongue brushed against her clit, intense waves of ecstasy surged through her, leaving her gasping for breath. Her eyes rolled back in delight as she yielded to the overwhelming sensations, letting her body dissolve under his expert caress.

As he gently inserted two fingers into her inviting warmth, a soft gasp slipped from her lips. His fingers curled perfectly, skillfully teasing her g-spot, eliciting moans that resonated through the room as she tightened around him.

“This pussy taste so sweet Gigi, and so pretty I knew she would be pretty for me baby.” He groaned out in the air.

“Oh my god, Jimmy right there.” Genesis moaned as she glanced down at him watching him devouring her like it was his last meal of the day.

She started to sway her hips in response to his tongue and fingers exploring her, making her roll her eyes back in ecstasy. Genesis felt her climax building stronger with each delicate tug on her clit. As he inserted two fingers, he skillfully curled them, thrusting in a steady rhythm that enveloped her in a blissful daze, as if she were gazing at a sky full of stars.

She pursed her lips, arching her neck back against the pillow. “daddyyy.”

He smiled against her skin, his fingers expertly teasing her g-spot, making her yield to the waves of pleasure from his caress. He was igniting her desires, his heated body wrapping around her pulsating center.

“What’s up baby? you finna squirt? hm? talk to me.” Jimmy emitted a deep growl, sending ripples of sensation through her body that echoed profoundly within her.

“G-gonna, C-cum. Daddy.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, as he delved deeper with his fingers, his tongue swirling passionately while she gripped his biceps tightly, her perfectly manicured nails almost breaking the surface of his skin. “I couldn’t hear you mamas.”

The fervor of his movements rendered her utterly speechless; the pleasure he was giving her drove Genesis into a wild state. In mere moments, she found herself quaking and squirming, yearning for her peak, her eyes rolling back in sheer bliss.

“Dadddy, I’m finna cum. fuckkk.” That’s she she had snapped almost as if he broke her into two.

She let out a sharp cry as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her body quaking while her essence poured forth like a torrent, and she could hear him eagerly lapping it up as if it were a revitalizing beverage.

“Look at you sweetheart, making a mess all over me. so fucking nasty princess.” Her body quivered with anticipation, yet he was far from done; he relished every drop of her essence, his fingers dancing swiftly in and out, teasing her most sensitive spot.

“J-Jimmy, wait. Daddy. Fuck.” Genesis whined.

Her scream of 'daddy' ignited a deeper desire within him; the sound, so much sweeter when it escaped her lips, intensified his arousal as he reveled in the beauty of her voice.

“Gimme another one Gigi, you can do it baby.” Jimmy relentlessly delighted her with his fingers, making her roll her eyes in pure bliss.

In a surprising rush, a fresh wave of ecstasy washed over her, causing tears to stream down her cheeks as she passionately called out his name, urging him to bury his face deeper into her warmth while he eagerly savored every drop.

As he seamlessly extracted more of her spirit, she yielded entirely, resulting in a delightful disarray on the sheets that he found completely unfazed by.

He gently withdrew his fingers from her, captivated by the sight of her chest rising and falling, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Nestled between her thighs, he pressed tender kisses on her neck and lips, aiming to calm her, while his fingers traced soothing circles on her thighs, whispering sweet words into her ear.

“Relax baby, relax. I gotchu.” His voice resonated with a rich, velvety tone, akin to honey whispering in her ear. As his lips brushed against her cheeks, a wave of warmth washed over her, and she felt a tightness in her throat. Gradually, she allowed herself to unwind, surrendering to the soothing embrace of tranquility.

He turned them over, with her nestled against his chest while he lay on his back. She listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart as he gently rubbed circles on her back—never had she felt so exhausted in that moment. Her eyelids began to flutter as she struggled to keep them open, until he finally remarked on it.

“Close your eyes Gigi, imma be right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Jimmy reassured her.

“You promise you won’t leave me..” Genesis replied with a drowsy lilt in her voice.

"I won't baby, I promise."

Jimmy gently pressed his lips to the crown of her head, his hands soothingly tracing circles on her back, providing the comfort and assurance she craved, free from any chaos. In his embrace, she found her sanctuary.

What troubled him the most was the thought of Zilla lurking nearby, capturing images of her while they were together. It gnawed at him incessantly, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to uncover the identity of the person snapping these photos and sending them to her.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Twin

Twin⚡️: first of all we could hear Genesis loud ass moans coming from the room Twin was yall fucking?

Jimmy chuckled while rolling his eyes letting his brother assume whatever.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mind ya business twin, but no we gotta handle Zilla twin

Twin⚡️: why? What happened?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: he’s stalking her and someone is taking photos of her and sending to her, we need to find out who taking the pictures

Twin⚡️: oh word? Yeah it’s definitely on sight now bc why he trippin?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: bc I’m spending time with Gigi that’s what it is Twin and we need to handle that beforehand ion want nun happening to Genesis

Twin⚡️: I do too twin look. Let's just focus on our matches this upcoming week and since we have the weekend off before Monday let’s find out who is doing this aight?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight twin I hate this for Gigi you know she didn’t deserve what happened to her

Twin⚡️: that’s why she has you Jimmy, you’re her protector she needs you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah you right about that if this keeps happening imma have to put a bullet through his skull family or not I’ll do anything for Gigi

Twin⚡️: aight but we will talk about this tmr twin I’ll see you in the morning.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight

Jimmy set his phone aside on the bed, reaching for the blankets and draping them over their bodies. He held her close, planting a gentle kiss on her temple.

He sensed Genesis stirring in her slumber, her soft snores escaping her lips as he gazed at her peacefully resting on his chest. With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to sleep while cradling Genesis in his embrace.

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sweetieviktor · 6 months ago

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viktor x librarian! reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios) part 2

summary: even before your relationship, heimerdinger already knew you and viktor liked each other. now, he wants to help to bring you two together.

content warning: fluff!! and a bit of language towards the end :D (it was written with s1 viktor in mind!)

author notes: im here again with the viktor and librarian! reader hcs, but it was so cute and i couldn't turn down the anon who sended me the request!! i really liked to write this (i mean.... you can see how much i liked, its pretty big lol) and i hope you like it too! (i recommend you read the part 1 before this, bcs you wont might understand some stuff since its on the first. well, here's the link for part 1!)

» being a librarian near piltover’s academy means that every time a student needed some book or document you might have, they would come to you. even professors.

you’ve seen the doors opening, but you didn’t see anyone standing there. you thought that maybe it was the wind, but soon you heard a voice coming from behind the reception desk. “hey, down there!” looking down, you recognized the owner of the voice, professor cecil b. heimerdinger.

“oh, i’m sorry, didn’t see you in there!’’, you rubbed the back of your neck, nervous, afraid considering that you had one of the most important people of piltover inside the library you work in. “well, how could i help you?”, you offered him a polite smile and he offered one of his, fur twitching up around the corners of his mouth.

“oh, you see, maybe you do have some old stuff, like-”

» after this, whenever he needed something, he would find himself already walking to your library. he often recommended the establishment for his students and pupils, making it a spot for study dates and scientific discussions. now, it was even harder to take breaks, the place was more crowded than it ever was. oh, you just wanted to hear what heimerdinger was wanting to say, about what had been happening at the academy or, even better, at the council, but, obviously, only the non-confidential stuff.

when your lunch break hit, you were finally able to come meet the professor, a normal occurrence every week. you could see his small figure waving and smiling, seated and already waiting for you at the cafeteria he likes. “hi, friend! i’ve ordered the usual for us,” he said while adjusting himself on his seat, “my assistant and one of my students are working together on... something. it's revolutionary, i could say, but very dangerous. i’ve already advertised them about it but they insist on doing it anyway,” he sighed, tidying the ends of his furry moustache, “and my assistant, specifically, wants to know if you have some old materials that could possibly help them.”

“oh, of course! it’s always a pleasure to help piltover’s geniuses.”

» next week, he showed up with the said assistant, viktor, and it was love at first sight. he was gorgeous and intelligent too. oh, dear janna, he was the perfect kind of guy. you eyes didn't catch how he was less confident than how normally he is, or the way he smiled at you, of course you didn’t, it was the first time you’ve met each other, but professor knew you both well enough to know something was going on. and he was correct when he said viktor would come in there often, because, indeed, he did. way too often for someone who was meant to be just a customer.

» sometimes, heimerdinger would stay in the library, pretending to read some book, only to observe how you and viktor interacted around one another. it was crystal clear how you liked each other, but were rather afraid to confess your feelings, so the yordle made it his personal mission to help you two to get together.

» and when you first sorted and stored some books for viktor based on what he was reading these past days, it was when it hit him that he might be liking you. and later, once he reached the academy again, jayce and heimerdinger already were waiting for him in the lab, both of them noticing how tense he was as soon as he opened the door.

“viktor, my boy, what happened?” the yordle said, making up space on the couch so his assistant could sit by his side. which he did, leaving the books on the table and his cane near himself, often rotating it around its own axis, just so he could occupy his mind with something that wasn't you.

“it's nothing, professor,” but he knew viktor was lying. the way he played with his cane, or how he wasn't looking at their eyes, it all made him seem more and more suspicious.

jayce came closer, sitting at the edge of his rotating chair, touching viktor's shoulder lightly, “hey, if something is happening, you can count on us,” his eyes full of empathy, looking at his friend, “whatever it may be.”

soon, it clicked for heimerdinger. his assistant just came back from the library, he had books on his hands and was visibly shaken. of course! how could he forget about the librarian? “i might have a theory why he is like this, jayce,” he chuckled, leaving viktor flustered and jayce confused. he met jayce's curious gaze, his own smile bringing a smirk to his pupil's face.

“and what would be that theory?”, jayce asked, thinking about all the possibilities of what had happened to get viktor like that.

“he is in love, boy.”

jayce smirk grew to a smile, then this smile turned itself into a full laugh, shaking his whole body, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to recompose himself. “i can't believe it!”, he was trying to hold his laugh, while viktor looked at him, completely serious.

“then don't,” viktor said, giving his friend a death stare.

jayce took a deep breath, never wanting to see this look again on viktor's face, adjusting his posture and continuing, “tell me, who is the lucky one?”

“i don't want to say it.”

“please?”

“fine! ehhh... do you remember the libra-”

“HA! I KNEW IT WAS THEM!”, jayce shouted, throwing his hands in the air, celebrating.

» from this day on, jayce and heimerdinger often gave viktor advices on how to win over your heart (because they had a lot of love experiences before, obviously). one day, heimerdinger suggested for him to bring over some coffee and pastries for you while you were working, he even recommended the ones he knew you liked, the usual you ordered in the cafeteria on your lunch breaks with him.

» so your not-a-date happened. people were talking loudly on the streets, but not a single client in. the natural light coming from across the windows giving the whole place even more of a cozy feeling, the light breeze was getting colder but the coffee he brought for you was keeping you warm. there was soft music playing in the background – most clients liked it since it helped them to focus, or so they said –, but you couldn't concentrate since he was looking at you, stealing glances from in-between pages, admiring you while you pretended to read, just like him. little did he know your heart was already on his hands.

» after a particular day, where you finally confessed to one another, exchanging your firsts “i love you's”, you both started to be spotted together a lot, usually at library or, like now, at piltover’s academy, bringing your boyfriend resources useful for him and for jayce too.

you knocked on the lab's door, receiving an answer from the other side, a muffled “come in” from someone you assumed was jayce. you then opened the said door, greeting jayce quickly while you walked towards a desk, leaving everything upon it.

heimerdinger was near viktor's workbench, helping him solve an equation, both totally focused on their tasks. when the tiny creature noticed you, he immediately came to you, “oh, friend, you're here! what brought you in there?”

“i've invited them,” viktor said, putting his goggles over his forehead, reaching for his cane and standing up, leaning on it. “i wished my, ehhh, partner knew my work place. besides, they also got me the books we needed, right?”, you nodded your head, gesturing to the desk where the books were placed on.

heimerdinger looked at them, then to viktor, to you and back at him, “oh... so, now you're partners?”, heimerdinger raised his brows, tilting his head to the side, “well, i knew it would happen sometime. i mean, ever since i’ve seen you both together, i knew you would be together,” he smiled, his fur turning up, “oh, friend, one day, me and jayce realized why he was acting so weird around us, just after one of his visits to the library, it was because-”, heimerdinger was talking excitedly, gesturing with big motions until viktor cut him.

“oh, please, professor. stop it,” viktor said, walking up to you and standing by your side. redness was spreading over his cheeks and ears, “there's no need to share any of this.”

“but you were-”

“professor,” you called, looking at him with apologetic eyes, “sorry to interrupt you but my break is going to an end in-”, you looked at the lab's clock, “fifteen minutes, i must go now.” you've met heimerdinger and jayce with a goodbye, then, getting closer to viktor, tidying his hair and adjusting his goggles over it so it won't fall over his golden eyes again, “see you later, vik. i would like to hear about any stories you might want to tell me,” you kissed his cheek, happy on how he blushed even more after the little display of affection, walking away and leaving the lab.

“you are in love!”, jayce said in between a laugh, pointing towards viktor.

“fuck you.”

“language, boy!”

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whitecompri · 1 month ago

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I've been feeling down in the dumps lately, and whose fault is that? Shadow the (fictional) hedgehog of course. Like, maybe I'm a delicate little flower who needs to be treated as such and maybe who doesn't appreciate not being treated as such. So I would like to please request a scenario where reader feels unloved and Shadow apologizes for being too mean, awful, terrible and stupid as a (fictional) boyfriend. I'd also like to request that for Scourge but I'm not mad at Scourge ♡ I love Scourge ♡ I'm glad he never does anything wrong and is notoriously such a good boyfriend and gentleman. ^^

Jokes aside whether you write this or not have a wonderful day! And if I've never commented it before I'm SO glad you write for Scourge

After the Silence

Pairing: Shadow x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Swaring, Neglect / Emotional Hurt

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I really tried to capture the emotional depth here, especially because I’ve been through a complicated relationship myself, and I know what it feels like in those moments. I’m also so happy to see that Scourge still has a loyal fanbase. Honestly, I started writing stories with him because I felt like there wasn’t enough content out there featuring him, and I’ve been having a blast doing it. I’ll definitely keep writing about him! Hope you enjoy the story!

Shadow

You stretched your arms, yawning early in the morning with a satisfied groan, a wide smile already plastered on your face — after all, it was the first day waking up in the new apartment with your boyfriend. Tossing the blanket aside, you nearly leapt out of bed, breathing in the scent of new furniture and a brand new day.

Humming softly, you made your way to the kitchen, already catching the strong smell of coffee beans from the black hedgehog. It didn’t take long to spot him standing at the kitchen counter with a jar in his hand, pouring the beans in to eat them.

Smiling when you saw him, you approached and opened your arms, wrapping him in a back hug, resting your face against his soft quills. But it was noticeable how his body tensed up at your touch, Shadow immediately stopping what he was doing.

“Good morning, love... I was thinking maybe we could go out today, just the two of us…”

Shadow placed a hand over yours on his stomach, but instead of holding it tightly like you expected, he gently removed your hand from his fur, subtly stepping forward, making you let go of him.

Your brow furrowed instantly, and your smile faltered for a moment, but you understood that sometimes Shadow was pretty reserved. Maybe he just didn’t like physical contact in the mornings. Your smile returned quickly — after all, thinking positively, these first few weeks would be about adapting, learning each other’s habits, routines, and how to live together.

So you brushed aside the feeling of uncertainty, focusing instead on his answer. He’d probably say yes — he never passed up a chance to spend time with you when you lived in separate homes.

"Hm, no. I have work." He said briefly, not even looking at you, and your eyes widened slightly. The joy on your face began to fade. But you understood — he had responsibilities too.

"Oh, okay, no problem, maybe another time." Scratching the back of your neck, you forced a little smile that he didn’t even see, still focused on his coffee.

“Maybe.” Shadow muttered softly. He opened his mouth to say something more but held back, shaking his head slightly before simply taking his jar and heading to the table, sitting down casually to eat.

Sighing quietly, you grabbed your own coffee grounds to prepare your daily dose of caffeine, hoping things would get better from there. It had just been a rough start — Shadow was probably tired from the sudden change in environment. At least, that’s what you hoped.

--*--

Later that day, you were sitting beside him on the couch. Shadow was watching some movies on TV, arms crossed, with his usual impassive expression. You, on the other hand, scrolled through your phone, checking social media to amuse yourself while enjoying his company.

Sometimes your shoulders touched when he shifted slightly, and even that small contact made you feel incredibly comforted. That was already a big step — you had thought he’d be more affectionate after moving in together, but he remained as reserved as ever.

That’s when your eyes landed on a funny video on your feed. You watched the prank and giggled softly, smiling brightly. Then you turned to your boyfriend, showing him the screen.

"Look at this prank, Shadow — the guy at the end is the best part." But your joyful expression quickly faltered as you focused on his disinterested face.

“...Funny.” He said, glancing briefly at the phone without much reaction, arms still crossed. He didn’t even wait for the video to end, turning back to the TV.

Your heart sank a bit — never in your whole relationship had he reacted like that. Then again, maybe you had never tried showing him anything while he was watching movies. So you assumed he just wanted to focus on what he was watching.

Sighing softly, you slowly pulled your hand back, trying to refocus on your socials, even though a faint sadness lingered. But it was only the first day — you were sure things would get better as you settled into your new life together.

--*--

A few days had passed in this strange new dynamic between you. You walked down the street, bundled up in your coat, carrying groceries in your left arm. Your footsteps crunched against the thin snow on the sidewalk, your mind wandering as you reflected on everything that had happened in just a few days.

Sure, Shadow still showed small signs of affection like always — light kisses, gently holding your hand, sleeping close to you — all in his own way. But all of that while you neglected your own needs for affection. When you agreed to live together, you’d imagined the relationship taking a big step forward. You thought he’d start hugging you more, or expressing his feelings more openly.

But none of that happened. He was still the same — maybe too much the same. And you didn’t know if you appreciated or resented living with him this way.

Sighing, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. Swiping your thumb across the screen, you found the contact you wanted, smiling softly at his name. Your fingers quickly typed:

“Hi love, is everything okay?” You sent the message, noticing he was online at that moment. Watching where you were going, you kept walking until, a few minutes later, your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen, and your brows furrowed at his reply.

"Yeah."

Another sigh in such a short span of time escaped your lips, and you typed again:

“Are you home already?” You hit send, glancing both ways before crossing the street.

But this time, your phone didn’t buzz again. You’d been walking for quite a while since sending the message, but there was no reply. Thinking it might be a phone glitch, you checked the screen to see what was happening.

And once again, your heart sank. The message had been seen — the little “read” checkmark was there — but he hadn’t responded. Biting your lower lip in frustration, you just kept walking. Once again, you decided to ignore it. There was no point in arguing about something like that.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you continued your path, just wanting to get home as soon as possible.

--*--

That night, you sprawled out on the couch, still wrapped in your coat, watching the evening news. The lights were off, leaving the living room lit only by the television glow. The kitchen light was on, but didn’t quite reach your cozy little corner, keeping you nestled in a comfortable darkness.

That’s when you heard the front door unlock and open with its usual creak. His footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, letting you know where he was heading. Shadow stopped by the kitchen table, narrowing his eyes when he didn’t see you anywhere obvious. He placed the keys down and walked toward the living room, finally spotting you curled up in the corner of the couch, watching the news.

He stood for a few moments in the doorway, waiting. Normally, in the last few days, when he came home, you would greet him with a quick hug at the door, followed by a kiss on the lips.

Confused by the change, he raised an eyebrow when you didn’t move at all.

"I'm home..." he finally said, waiting for your response.

"Hm..." was the only sound you made, causing Shadow to frown, confused. He walked over to the couch and sat in his usual spot, arms crossed. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to scoot over and sit next to him — but you stayed in the far corner, curled up, elbow resting on the armrest with your hand supporting your face.

And what bothered Shadow the most — what made him swallow hard — was the realization that you hadn’t said a word to him. You didn’t ask about his day. You didn’t flash that bright smile he loved so much. And now, the space between you on the couch felt huge.

Subtly, he adjusted his posture and scooted a little closer — but almost immediately, you pulled back even more. His red eyes scanned you, now tinged with concern. He knew he should say something, but... what?

Letting out a quiet sigh, Shadow decided to give you space. Maybe you were just tired.

--*--

At the end of that day, you finally allowed yourself to truly relax, lying down on your side of the bed, curling up under the covers, turning to face the wall, with your back to the door and to Shadow’s side of the bed.

A few minutes later, the soft sound of the hedgehog’s bare footsteps could be heard. He stopped in the doorway, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his ears briefly drooped backwards when he saw you.

He stood there for a few moments, just watching you, finding it strange. After all, you usually stayed up waiting for him, usually wanting to talk about something. But not today. Today, you had gone straight to bed, and that deeply unsettled him—especially the part where he wouldn’t get his usual goodnight kiss.

Letting out a quiet sigh, he finally moved, lying down on his side of the bed. He slowly turned his face in your direction, hoping for some comment, some reaction, anything.

“Good night…” the hedgehog whispered softly, but was met with only silence. And that silence was cold—colder than the night outside. He looked at you for a few more seconds, his eyes softening slightly as he watched you sleep.

Then, with one last slow, quiet breath, he settled down on his side, keeping some distance between you, unsure if he should touch you.

But he couldn’t sleep all night. He tossed and turned in the early hours, eyes closed, trying to relax, but the uncertainty gnawing at him stole any chance of rest.

Until he noticed the mattress shift beside him, the rustling of the covers making a soft noise, followed by footsteps crossing the room. He peeked one eye open, watching you walk. His sensitive ears twitched as he heard the kitchen cabinet, then the sound of water—just a trip to quench your thirst.

Closing his eyes, pretending to be completely asleep, he tried to relax, not wanting to alarm you. Then, he heard your footsteps returning, and once again you slipped under the covers.

That’s when he heard it. It was quiet, but noticeable to his hedgehog hearing. A sniffle. His heart tightened. It was the sound of someone crying. He immediately wanted to turn and ask why, but stayed frozen in place, not wanting to startle or upset you further.

“...I just wanted you to care…” you whispered. Shadow’s mouth opened slightly in disbelief, his whole body froze, and a wave of dread swept over him. He felt the urgent need to fix this. But for now, he let you fall back asleep, while he lay awake all night, planning how he was going to make things right.

--*--

The hedgehog stood on the balcony, arms crossed, feeling the cold breeze ruffle his quills. He sighed and closed his eyes. Just as he expected, he hadn’t slept. So he’d come straight to his favorite place to think, to plan what he was going to say.

“I do care…” he murmured to himself, then twisted his muzzle and clicked his tongue. “No, that sounds too simple.” He let out an exasperated sigh.

Opening his eyes again, he glanced back into the dark apartment, tapping a finger against his forearm, impatient to rehearse what he’d say to you.

“She can’t think I’m just saying it… What if I just…” He pondered, but then clenched his teeth and shook his head. “No. Enough hiding. She needs to know. She deserves it.”

That tight feeling returned in his chest—guilt. He never meant to hurt you or anything like that.

Uncrossing his arms, he looked up at the night sky with a determined gaze. He already knew what he had to do.

--*--

The next day, by late afternoon, you once again found yourself curled up in your usual spot on the couch, turning on the TV, tugging your jacket close. But then, the front door unlocked and opened—you raised an eyebrow. He was home early today.

Shadow walked slowly through the door, stopping there with both hands behind his back, his eyes softer than usual. He cleared his throat to catch your attention, and your eyes locked on him. Did he look… nervous?

You confirmed it—he really was showing signs of slight nervousness for the first time, as he hesitantly stepped into the living room, still with his hands behind his back.

Finally standing in front of you, he brought his hands forward to show you what he’d been hiding. In his hand, he held the stems of a beautiful bouquet, small purple flowers giving off a sweet, familiar scent.

“I… I brought this for you. They’re… lavender. I thought you’d like them.” He offered the bouquet.

Your hand reached out hesitantly to take it, gripping it tightly. You couldn’t hide the expression of surprise that came over you. Immediately, you felt a lump in your throat, and your eyes welled up with tears, no matter how hard you’d been trying to hold them back.

“...Shadow?” you whispered, clutching the bouquet to your chest.

He quickly sat down beside you on the couch—very close—his red eyes locking onto yours.

“I know I’ve been acting like an idiot. I realized it a little too late. But… I never meant to hurt you. Never.” He clenched his eyes shut, grinding his teeth, then looked back at you. “I’m not good at this kind of thing… with feelings. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Because I do. Way more than I can say.”

One of his hands gently rested on your cheek, stroking it lovingly, while the other extended toward you, somewhat hesitant.

You looked down at the hand he offered, waiting to hear what he’d say next.

“Don’t give up on me. Just give me a chance to show it. Even if it’s little by little.”

His voice was low and hoarse. You reached out your trembling hand and grasped his firmly, your tear-filled eyes meeting his hopeful ones.

Then, he brought your hand to his muzzle, pressing a long kiss to the back of it, whispering, his voice muffled.

“...Forgive me.” He kissed your hand again, the soft touch melting your heart completely.

Then he looked at you again, reaching for the bouquet and gently placing it on the coffee table. To your surprise, he pulled you into a tight hug.

The hedgehog sighed deeply, holding you tightly—almost possessively—his muzzle nestled in the crook of your neck as he breathed you in, letting your scent fill his lungs.

“I’m not going to lose you. Ever. I… love you, in my own way… but it’s real love.”

With those words whispered so quietly into your ear, you couldn’t disagree—not after today. Shadow had his own way of handling things—it was simply who he was. And that included loving you deeply.

And you were absolutely sure that from that day forward, he’d be a little clingier than usual with you.

And how did you know that? From the way he held you, not wanting to let go, clutching you against him, anchoring himself to you.

To you, it was clear—he craved gentle, affectionate physical contact like this. He just never knew how to ask or receive it.

And so, the two of you stayed like that—entwined—your hand gently smoothing his quills, soothing your closed-off and stubborn boyfriend, whom you would never stop loving.

Scourge

You were walking calmly down the sidewalk, feeling the pleasant warmth of the morning sun on your back. A soft smile was on your face—after all, you were excited to see your boyfriend that weekend. Seeing Scourge was always a great reason for your day to become brighter and more fun, so you could hardly wait to get to his apartment.

After a few more minutes of walking, you arrived at your destination. Climbing the familiar stairs of the apartment building, you finally reached the door. With a cheerful and content expression, you knocked on the door and waited.

Not even a minute later, you heard the sound of the door unlocking, followed by a creak as it opened, revealing the one you were eager to see. His messy green quills appeared first, followed by your boyfriend’s blue eyes and his serious expression as he looked at you.

"Hey, babe," he said quietly, his voice raspy. You sensed a hint of disinterest but chose to brush the thought aside.

"Hey! The day is so nice today, right? The sun feels really good..." You tried to start a conversation, your smile still on your face, but he just crossed his arms and turned his head, focusing on the TV in the living room. You could hear the sounds of the movie he was watching, and he barely paid attention to what you were saying.

"Wow, thrillin’. Now c’mon, just get in already." He gestured with his hand, pointing his thumb toward the inside, then turned completely around and went back into the apartment without another word, leaving you at the door, alone.

He flopped back onto the couch, adjusting his sunglasses on his head and rolling up the sleeves of his jacket.

You watched him, your smile slowly fading as you processed what had just happened. Your shoulders subtly slumped as a tight knot formed in your throat, making it hard to swallow. Finally, you decided to step inside, locking the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you chose to just forget what had happened.

You knew your boyfriend—knew that he was often like this. But it was the first time he had acted like that right when he saw you.

Entering the apartment, you followed him into the living room where he was watching some random comedy on TV. Hesitant, you observed how relaxed he looked—one arm thrown over the back of the couch while the other rested on his leg. You pondered whether you should sit beside him or leave him there for now and do something in the kitchen.

Sighing again, you finally decided to join him. Sitting next to Scourge, almost instantly the arm that had been on his leg moved up to wrap possessively around your waist. Your face lit up with a brief smile, enjoying how he always took the initiative when it came to this kind of contact.

Then, you looked at his focused expression. Enjoying the lighter mood, an idea came to mind. You wanted to be closer to him, to feel the warmth of his arms around you, the little kisses he’d place on the top of your head, the way he’d sniff your hair. Those pleasant thoughts filled your mind, making you want to get even closer, until you finally gathered the courage to ask.

"Hey, love, can I hug you?" you asked softly. Scourge turned to you, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem thrilled by the idea; apparently, to him, the small touch on your waist was enough.

"Why? Ya get too clingy sometimes, y’know?" He replied briefly, his tone somewhat harsh.

At his response, you shrank back into your seat, a deep ache forming in your chest. Your expression fell as your eyes shifted to the floor in front of you. A smile tried to return to your face but didn’t last long, quickly crumbling into another sad expression.

Your gaze lifted to focus on his apathetic and absorbed face, trying to understand why he didn’t want to hug you anymore. The ache in your chest intensified. You felt the urge to get up and put some distance between you, but you didn’t want to take any drastic action and come off as dramatic. So, you just sat there, his hand resting on your waist, but without the familiar warmth of his love.

It must have just been a stressful day for him—better to give him some space and not push things. Maybe by tomorrow, he’d feel better. That’s what you believed, what you wanted to believe.

--*--

You practically threw yourself onto your bed at the end of the day, groaning in frustration, completely disappointed with the day you had with your boyfriend. A day you had hoped would be peaceful and pleasant had turned into nothing more than hours of stress.

Hugging your pillow, you curled up, the day’s memories playing through your mind—the cold look he gave you, the disinterest in what you said. That’s when your mind began to wander, trying to recall earlier moments with Scourge, trying to see if there was any reason for him to act like that—something you might have done.

But after minutes of reflection, the only conclusion you reached was that he had always been this way—today just made it more obvious than ever. Today, it had truly affected you, hurt you deeply like a blade’s cut.

Sighing, your hand reached for your phone, opening your messaging app and looking at the message you had sent him.

"Good night, love. Are we still going to the mall tomorrow?" You reread the message, noticing that it had been over three hours since you sent it. He hadn’t even seen it. Your eyes drifted upward slightly, seeing the status that said he had been online about fifteen minutes ago.

A deep sense of abandonment and uncertainty overtook you. A few small tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you held them back—not wanting to feel too weak.

Then, your eyes filled with determination, your fingers beginning to type again. You knew that if something he did or the way he acted made you feel bad, the best way to fix it was to name the problem and talk about it with Scourge. Much better than bottling everything up and never saying a word.

So, you finally sent the message.

"Scourge, I wanted to say something. I just wanted a bit of affection, you know? That’s all. A hug, a kiss… and I want to do that for you too."

Your eyes stared at the message nervously, a cold sensation rising in your stomach—a feeling of anxiety and unease.

Then finally, the online icon appeared. He read the message shortly after. The typing indicator popped up right away. Your eyes filled with hope. Maybe now was the moment—maybe he’d finally see that he needed to give you more attention, that he wanted you close, that he wanted your affection. Your eyes scanned the screen eagerly, waiting for the message.

"Yer too damn soft sometimes. Can’t spoil ya every minute, y’know?"

The moment your eyes read the message, the world around you stopped. Your breath hitched briefly as that same ache from earlier returned—now stronger.

Your finger pressed the power button on the phone, slipping it under your pillow. Curling into yourself, you looked toward the wall of your apartment, focusing on the shelf there, holding a photo of a smiling Scourge hugging you, his muzzle nestled into your neck.

Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he didn’t realize how dry and harsh he sounded. Or maybe you were expecting too much. Maybe the problem was you.

That’s when you felt a stubborn salty tear slide from your eye, silently falling down your cheek and onto your bedsheet. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to cry anymore, but it was hard to hold it back. Your teeth clenched as you began to sob involuntarily, quietly under your blankets.

And maybe that was the end of everything. You had always known Scourge was a complicated figure, and still, you gave him a chance. You thought everything was going well. But now, all you could feel was that you were wrong—that you were foolish for believing he would ever change.

With the emotional exhaustion of the day, you fell asleep within minutes—destined to wake up with a pounding headache and puffy eyes from how long you had cried.

--*--

Days had passed since the tragic message. Scourge's blue eyes scanned the clock, noting the time — it would be dark soon, and that pleasant Saturday night would be perfect for a stroll. The hedgehog tossed his video game controller to the side, stretched, scratched his waist, and then smoothed down his quills. He reached for the cellphone on the coffee table, raising an eyebrow when he saw no messages from you. In fact, he hadn’t seen a message from you in days.

Shaking the thought from his head, he opened the messaging app, seeing the last message he had sent last Saturday. Since then, you hadn’t sent him anything. But Scourge just clicked his tongue at that, assuming you were just a little upset.

His fingers quickly typed a message and sent it to you.

"Babe. Same spot as always. 7 sharp. Don’t be late." He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, still holding his phone, looking at the message, waiting for your usual quick reply.

But minutes passed, and Scourge started getting impatient, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the phone screen, waiting for your reply — but you hadn’t even seen the message. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow — you hadn’t been online in hours, many hours.

Something twisted inside him, something akin to worry. But he quickly shoved that feeling aside, getting irritated.

"Tch. Must be cravin’ attention… typical o’ ya." He turned off the phone and set it down on the kitchen counter, arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently while his eyes darted around the kitchen. He didn’t know what to do in that moment, or how to react, so he just stood there.

That’s when his phone buzzed on the counter. In less than a second he had turned and snatched the device up — but let out a disgruntled growl when he saw it was just a random social media notification.

He slammed the phone back down on the counter with force, huffing. Turning around, he stormed off to get ready. Even though you hadn’t replied, he was sure you’d seen the message — and you always showed up to your meetups, so he had nothing to worry about. You’d be there. He was sure of it.

--*--

The hurried steps of his shoes echoed on the sidewalks lit by the last rays of the day’s sun. He wanted to walk faster, wanted to see you already. He’d checked his phone several times, but still nothing — no message from you, no reply. Just thinking about it made him clench his fists in irritation and growl lowly, grinding his teeth.

He had never been through this before. You had never done this to him. Why now — why now of all times — had you decided to just stop talking to him?

He turned the last corner, looking at the meeting spot. He frowned when he saw no sign of you on the benches in the square. Getting closer, he stopped, looking around, grumbling.

With a heavy sigh, he plopped down on the bench, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket, staring at the screen with an annoyed look. He opened your contact, getting ready to type something, ask where you were, try calling you, anything. But then his eyes locked onto an older message from you.

A question he didn’t even remember you asking, one he hadn’t answered. His thumb scrolled up, reading the other messages. Some he had ignored at the time and forgotten, others he just wasn’t in the mood to answer.

But what mattered was what his eyes were now seeing — that massive amount of messages you had sent, left unanswered, or ones he replied to in a cold, harsh way because he wasn’t feeling patient.

After a few more seconds scrolling through the conversation, his expression of irritation was replaced by one of deep dread. He ran a hand through his quills, gripping some of them nervously. After all, he understood now — he finally understood. His throat let out a sharp, guttural sound of despair as his mind processed what he had probably done.

And now, all he felt was the emptiness of that night — the morbid silence, the chilly breeze making him shiver slightly. And that made him realize that maybe, just maybe, he had really lost you this time.

--*--

He paced in circles in the small bathroom, his hand scratching incessantly at the scars on his chest, feeling them itch nonstop. He stopped in front of the mirror, finally focusing his blue eyes on the anguished expression he wore. Growling, he gripped the edges of the sink, claws digging in.

He was without his glasses, without his jacket, without his gloves — just staring at the desperate hedgehog within. He had to find a way to fix this. After all, it had already been two weeks — two weeks without hearing your voice, seeing your joyful expression, feeling the warmth of your presence.

Each day without you, each day without a reply from you was torture for him. Every morning he woke up remembering he wouldn’t get to see you felt like a punch to the gut. He clenched his teeth, baring his sharp fangs at his own reflection.

"Idiot. Asshole… Dammit, ya did it. Ya pushed away the only one who actually gave a damn!" he yelled at himself, placing a hand on his forehead, gripping his fur. In a fit of rage, without a second thought, his hand clenched into a fist, flying toward the mirror, smashing it with a loud thud.

The mirror shattered, shards flying across the bathroom floor. Scourge closed his eyes, looking down, lowering his hand, not caring about the throbbing pain or the blood dripping from his knuckles.

“Shit…”

Turning around, he walked back to his room, shoulders slumped, breathing heavily. He sat on the edge of his bed, resting his hands on his knees. He slowly opened his eyes, looking around the room, turning to glance at your side of the bed — still carrying your scent.

"…This place’s nothin’ without ya… I’m nothin’ without ya." he finally admitted, closing his eyes again and shaking his head.

He sat there for several long minutes, doing something rare for him — reflecting on his actions and their consequences. And above all, on how he could become a better boyfriend for you at all costs.

"I know how t’fix this…" He opened his eyes quickly, shining with a determined air. He was going to try everything he could to get you to forgive him.

--*--

With a nervous look completely out of character for him, Scourge stopped in front of your door, carrying a few bags under his arm. Swallowing hard, he adjusted the collar of his shirt and finally knocked on the door.

In a few seconds, he heard light footsteps. Then, the doorknob turned, opening just a crack — your face appeared on the other side, and he swore he saw a surprised expression on you. He kind of understood why — after all, Scourge always said it was better for you to come to his place, so throughout the whole relationship, he’d never come to yours for any reason other than picking you up to go out sometimes.

So, slowly, you closed the door again, unhooking the chain lock and opening it once more, now facing him directly with an expressionless face.

Scourge gave a small smug smile, looking you up and down. Lifting the bags, he showed you the McDonald’s packaging, taking a tentative step forward.

"Hey, babe… I brought somethin’ to eat. Your favorite. I thought… I dunno, maybe we could forget ‘bout all this and..." His eyes widened and the smirk vanished from his face when you let out an annoyed huff, beginning to close the door again.

Overcome by desperation, he placed his foot between the doorframe and the door, stopping you from slamming it in his face.

"Wait—!" he said, his voice thick with emotion.

When you stepped back, realizing there was no way to compete with his persistence, you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around you, pulling you close. Your hand ended up resting on his chest, feeling the deep scars that marked him.

Your eyes managed to glance behind him, spotting the fallen fast food bags on the ground, forgotten, while his muzzle nestled into the curve of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. His fingers dug into your back, keeping you pressed against him, leaving you with little room to move.

"Just listen to me, would ya…? Please…" he said in a trembling voice you had never heard before. "I was a freakin’ idiot, a damn moron. But it ain’t ‘cause I don’t care—s’cause I care too much, alright? That crap scares the hell outta me." he said seriously, his tone sounding annoyed, but his voice was laden with emotion, showing that in truth, he was in complete despair.

The hedgehog pulled his face away from your neck just enough to focus his blue irises into your eyes, staring into you deeply.

"You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me… and I was stupid ‘nough to almost lose ya. Just—give me a shot to fix this, yeah? I swear I’ll change. I swear… I’ll get it right this time." His hands clutched your shoulders, trying to anchor himself to you.

"...Scourge, I... I don’t know what to say..." you tried to avert your gaze, but his hand held your chin, lifting your face to look at him.

"Babe, I messed up. I know… I get it now. But I don’t wanna hurt ya no more. Don’t wanna be without ya. I swear, I’ll give ya all the hugs, all the kisses you want—hell, even the ones ya didn’t ask for." His eyes gleamed with hope as yours began to. "I’ll give ya whatever ya need… anything, alright?"

And once again, that stubborn tear rolled down, leaving a wet trail on your cheek. A huge wave of happiness filled your heart, warming you entirely. Suddenly, without thinking, you threw yourself into him again in a tight hug. Scourge gasped in surprise but quickly wrapped his arms around you.

"I love ya, [Y/N]… so damn much. I’ll show it better now, I promise…" He nestled his muzzle on top of your head, pressing a gentle kiss there. "Just… don’t leave me hangin’ like that again, alright? Bein’ without ya… drives me nuts…" he said hoarsely.

"I love you too... you dummy." Your voice cracked as you finally confessed too. Your arms tightened around him, making him let out a low, rough chuckle.

And so the two of you stayed there, sharing each other’s affection and warmth, savoring the company and love you had for one another—already aware that whatever came next would only make your bond stronger.

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #scourge x reader #scourge the hedgehog x reader

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zyonsay · 1 year ago

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hellooo, can i requ some headcannons of max verstappen having a bf that is rly pretty (i'm talking rbr seb vettel or nico rosberg 2000s pretty)

Pretty Boy MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: One scenario of Max talking about his boyfriend in an interview and then three headcanons with scenarios

Reader: Male

Warnings: Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Me Gustas Tu' by Manu Chao

AN: Hey anon! I combined your request with another one, which asked for a scenario of Max talking about reader in an Interview. Hope that's alright! ALSO Seb/Nico in their teenage dirtbag era was SOMETHING. (something great, im foaming at the mouth)

“So, Max, you’ve been very active online recently. Especially your partner has made many appearances in your posts. What are you two up to?”, the Interviewer glanced at his silver watch before looking back up into Max’s blue eyes. He had anticipated this question for the whole weekend. The press liked to stick their noses into his private life, especially because he was not in a straight relationship. All eyes were on him, as per usual. “My gorgeous boyfriend?”, a sly grin tugged at his lips. “We’ve been spending loads of quality time together. Over the break we planned a little trip. I love him with all my heart and am excited to spend time with that amazing person”, his mouth pulled into a slight smile before the Interviewer crossed another question from his mental list.

Yes, Max likes to keep part of his private life to himself, but he can’t resist posting candid pictures of you all the time. Maybe he’ll even create a separate account besides his main one just for pictures of you and you guys’ daily life. Your phone buzzed and you quickly held it up to your face while laying on your bed. It was a notification from Instagram, Max had posted something. The phone unlocked and led you to the new post your dearest made. It was from this morning when the two of you went out on a hike and spotted a few cute deer. The picture showed your back while you were crouching and watching the animals. With a giggle you turned to Max, who was laying behind you. "That's a cute pic!"

Even though he appreciates your looks, he makes sure you know that you are the first reason why he’s in love with you. Your beautiful face and soft hair is the cherry on top! With gentle hands he held your face, while leaving kisses on your nose. His sweet upside-down smile adorned his face while he whispered, “My beautiful schatje.” Max gently pushed a strand of your hair behind you ear before leaning in for another peck.

That said, he’ll still compliment you at any given chance. Something he likes to do is leave little post it notes on the fridge when he has to leave early. ‘Good morning beautiful! I saw that you used the last bag of your favorite tea, go check in the cabinet above the dishwasher!’, Max had left a little yellow note on the door of your fridge, he even scribbled a wonky heart on it. You opened the cabinet only to find way too many packs of your favorite tea stacked up. God, how you loved that idiot.

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ranhaitanisgf · 1 year ago

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hi hana! congrats on 2k followers once again and if it’s not too much of a bother, i’d like to have a mikey fluff/crack “oblivious best friends” & “stuck together” scenario/hc (whichever works for you) where it was after school hours and everyone in toman is looking for mikey ☺️ i really hope this combination is something new skjdjsjss thank you in advance!! 💕

—manjiro [mikey] sano // oblivious best friends // stuck together

☆ ˎˊ˗ KATIEEE hiiii im sryyy i took sooooo long for this my disappearance from tumblr messed things up 😔 idk how i did on this tbh !! i hope youve been doing well !! and also ur idea was so cutee wahh i hope i did it justice !! xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.5k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

“...mikey.”

“yeah?”

“how long are we gonna stay here?” the boy in front of you hummed, thinking for a moment as he swirled the lollipop in his mouth.

“until they find us.” you sighed at him, leaning your head back against the wall. you could hear rapid footsteps in the hallway, people running around yelling mikey’s name, unaware of the fact that he was sitting in the classroom they just passed by.

he hadn’t given you much explanation when he grabbed you and pulled you into the classroom, though you think you have a basic idea of what was going on; all you could say was, it was very mikey.

“so, what exactly is the point in hiding from everyone?”

“it’s funny!” he grinned, crunching down on his lollipop. “but also ‘cause the doors in this classroom are broken; they only open from the outside, so i’ve been waiting for someone to come by and open them from the outside.”

“huh?! why’d you drag me in here then? wait, how did you even do that?”

“i dunno, but i just saw you and it was boring here by myself.” he shrugged, not seeming to think it was a big deal. “aaand you’ve skipped out on the last couple of meetings, so i missed you.” he pouted, a childish look on his face. “where were you?!”

“mikey, i told you weeks ago that i would be busy studying for exams…don’t you remember?” you sighed. “i even texted you before all the meetings that i wouldn’t be coming!”

“whatever.” mikey said flippantly, the same pout still on his face. “you owe me snacks for not showing up.”

“okay, okay, just stop making that face.” you said, pulling at mikey’s cheeks. “you’re making me look like a bad person.”

“oi, stahppp, it hurtsss!” he grumbled. you eventually relented, sighing as you looked around the classroom.

“even being here with someone else is boring. can’t we just leave and go get food?”

“but i’m testing them! they have to know how to find their leader!” mikey insisted, crossing his arms.

“but you’re literally hiding from them on purpose. how are they supposed to find you?”

“they can figure that out themselves!”

“right…” you answered, giving up on trying to make him see reason. you really were hungry; you hadn’t eaten since you had that milk bread from lunch, which wasn’t a whole lot of food. “if you’re insisting on keeping us here, then you’re gonna pay for my meal after this.”

“ken-chin will pay for it, but okay!”

“no, you’re going to pay for it. i don’t care if you’re broke; you deserve to have no money for keeping me here.”

“hey, that’s so mean!”

“yeah, and you’re being mean right now by not letting us go so i can eat. i ought to just-” you stood up from where the two of you were sitting to avoid being seen, “-let them see me and then tell them where you are!” mikey’s eyes widened, motioning for you to sit back down, but you stood firm, not moving from your spot.

“oi, sit down! they have to find me on their own!”

“no! this is ridiculous! i’m hungry and i shouldn’t have to be kept at school any longer-agh!” while you were talking, mikey grabbed your hand, pulling you down with a surprising amount of strength, making you lose your balance and topple over.

“urgh, what the hell-...” you suddenly cut off your words when you realized the position you were in.

because mikey had been sitting right next to your standing form, you had fallen right on top of him, the space between your faces being very small as the two of you stared at each other. the space between your bodies was even less, and you swore that he could feel your quickening heartbeat from how close the two of you were, (you didn’t even want to think about how you could feel the warmth from his body right now).

you knew that you should probably be clambering off of him right now and bonking him on the head for pulling you down so hard, but for some reason, your body was frozen, not knowing what to do. on the one hand, you knew you probably shouldn’t be staying here for so long, but on the other hand, you wanted him to do or say something, anything, to make you think that he wasn’t just an oblivious teenage boy, (how could he have not noticed your feelings this whole time?!)

“(y/n)...” he whispered, his breath fanning against your cheeks due to your close proximity.

“y-yeah?”

“can you get off? you’re kinda heavy.” at his words, you immediately scrambled off of him, your heart beating a million beats per minute, this time due to embarrassment. as soon as he got up, you slapped the back of his head, making him yell a loud ‘ow!’.

“that’s what you get for pulling me so hard, asshole! i don’t get why you’re so adamant about staying here!” you yelled, feeling more shame and embarrassment than anger. you leaned your head back against the wall, wondering why you thought that anything would be different this time.

it’s not normal for best friends to have feelings for each other, so why were you mad at him?

this time, you felt the silence between the two of you to be unbearable, almost enough to make you scream with frustration. you didn’t though, instead choosing to just have your own internal monologue until you could make it out of the classroom.

“(y/n)-chan? what’s wrong?”

“nothing, i’m just tired as fuck. wake me up when we get found or whatever.” you murmured, laying down on the floor, not caring about the dust and first getting on your uniform. maybe if you laid down like this, the earth would swallow you up and save you from this embarrassment.

you weren’t sure how much time passed like that, though you were sure that the silence filled the room for quite a while, only being interrupted by draken and takemichi’s yells in the hallway. suddenly, you heard some shuffling, wondering if maybe mikey was going to give up and let the two of you finally be found.

you’d already gone too long pretending to be asleep, so even though you wanted to see what mikey was doing, you didn’t make a peep even when you could feel him getting closer to you.

what is he doing?

your question was answered just a moment later when you felt his hand on your cheek, brushing some of your hair out of your face, (you were hoping that your cheeks weren’t getting flushed right about now).

“hm, i was able to hold back this time, but you really test me sometimes, (y/n).” after that, you felt his hand pull away, leaving you in much more confusion than before. what in the world was he talking about?

a few minutes later, you heard him opening the window to the classroom, yelling for draken. when he arrived, he started chewing mikey out for disappearing for so long, which was when you decided to ‘wake up’.

“hmm, you finally decided to give up that little stunt, mikey?” you asked, standing up and rubbing your eyes to make it seem like you were actually sleeping. “took you long enough.”

“it got more boring sitting there since you fell asleep.” mikey answered, shrugging his shoulders. he kept the same lighthearted expression on his face as he started to get another earful from draken.

“you did this on purpose?! we’ve got stuff to do!!” he yelled, his face twisted in frustration. “it’s been a whole goddamn hour!!”

“sorry, sorry.”

you walked away from the two over to the door, trying to open it just to see. much to your surprise, it opened up, not showing any sign of the locked issue that mikey had claimed it’d had earlier.

when you looked over at him, all he did was shrug, a smug smirk on his face.

“you little shit! it was open this whole time?! i’m gonna actually kill you this time!!” you yelled, running at mikey. he swiftly dodged you and went out the door behind you, running into the hallway to get away from you.

“catch me if you can!!” you heard him tease in the distance, fueling your anger even more.

“when i catch you, it’s so over for you!!” you shouted, sprinting out of the classroom after him.

as you chased him, he looked back at you, laughing and saying something that you couldn’t catch. despite the fact that you were acting so mad at him right now, you couldn’t help but admire how the light from the sunset reflected off of his skin, highlighting his playful smile and blonde locks bouncing in the air.

you supposed that this was fine, for now.

(mikey ended up paying for your entire meal out of his own pocket, leaving him with 200 yen to his name).

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instantpansies · 6 months ago

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STRANGE NOISES FROM THE HOLE IN THE WALL HEADCANONS/INTERPRETATIONS UHHH OBVIOUS SPOILERS. CLARISSA CENTRIC CAUSE. HOLY SHIT

clarissa is to locomotion as clara is to the nutcracker. she's the kid who dreamed him into existence hundreds of years ago. i know he says he's older than the devil - i think that's still plausible, he's existed since thought but wasn't attached to the Silver Line or brought into physical existence until clarissa, lonely or in danger or just bored, imagined a world where she could escape from her everyday life and live as a grown-up(? maybe? since benjamin/timothy/billy seemed to age up as soon as he went through the portal?), with freedom and whimsy and eventually a relationship with the friendly driver.

why do i say this? because otherwise im really fucking confused lmao, that first scene where clarissa and loco are introduced is strange in the context of the end of the play. they seem to have known each other for a good while before they get on the train. they act like a young couple who's stumbled upon the silver line as an escape from danger and now they're excited for their new life in a new, safe world. except that loco also says he's been driving the train for years.

(looking back, that very much feels like a scenario from a child's imagination - or perhaps a dream - where of course he's been doing this for years, that's his job, but of course they're glad they've found the train together, this is a new experience for her so it's just an extension of her perspective)

but clara is, she says, a child when she gets on the train. idk how old "little girl" is, but if we run with this headcanon and also assume that the timeline is both linear and literal, she's imagining herself in some form of a sexual relationship with loco at a pretty young age.

i posit that this can be reconciled in several ways (some more disturbing or inappropriate than others), but one thing that could be considered is that the first scene where loco and clarissa are introduced is symbolic of their relationship over the course of the train's history. depending on how old clarissa was when she first dreamt the world into existence, she might not have even been very aware of loco, and spent her time just enjoying the escapism or whatever. after a few years or however long, she starts to get older and decides to learn how she's actually done this, maybe spends a long time trying to understand exactly what's going on. maybe her research leads her to a relationship with loco, i don't know. they do get on the train together, maybe, when they're both young (or, well, relatively speaking) and new to the world, and loco eventually has been driving the train for years and years and clarissa makes it a bit more tolerable with some companionship after a long lonely time. but those things don't happen simultaneously, because i think those things don't really work simultaneously. that scene is a sort of speedrun/amalgamation of how the two of them have interacted over the years. and yeah i guess that means they fucked at one point in there

(im going to be transparent, some of that is a bit of cope/rationalization. i think loco and the conductor are very exes/begrudging coworkers vibes, but i do like clarissa and loco together as well - unsettlingly powerful girl x eldritch being with a soft spot is a very good trope. and im trying to make it work out okay? give me a break lol. you don't have to agree with me on this, but once i see a luke and tom couple with a fun and compelling dynamic i will not let them go even if the ethics get a bit hard to explain later on. sorry, anyways moving on)

additionally, and i probably should have said this earlier, a reason i think this whole nutcracker theory holds up is because clarissa holds a sort of unique power in the world. she's been on the silver line for hundreds of real-years, who knows how many train-years, and still remembers her name and something of her old life. loco isn't hostile to her, even confirming her memory of her name and reminding her of her birthdate. with everyone else (ex. benjamin), he actively discourages them from remembering their lives. despite seemingly being one of the oldest passengers, she doesn't transform for hundreds of years. she obviously has some significance.

you know how that ties in? if this is clarissa's world, if her mind is what created the whole thing, then i think it makes sense to assume it's tied to her. as she begins to question her surroundings, then panic as she realizes she can't leave, her emotional and/or mental state becomes less stable, less utopic, less perfect. the dream begins to turn into a nightmare. and it becomes. well. an ouroboros. the snake eats its own tail and the train goes in circles and the escapist fantasy clarissa once loved becomes a prison of her own design. trapped in the very thing that was supposed to save her.

maybe that's why anthony and benjamin can get out when they do - as clarissa's world decays, as she finally begins to become part of the nightmare, as she melds with the train, the world has to shift a bit. it's reaching the point of no return - once clarissa has been fully sucked in, the train will never stop again. falling into an infinite nothing. but in that moment, there's one final chance for the conductor to stall locomotion, one final leap that could at last pull benjamin and anthony and everyone who's been sucked in by clarissa's black hole of a nightmare out of the portal and back into the real world.

and now, clarissa has lost three hundred years of a life that should never have lasted so long. gained perhaps thousands of years of memories of joy and connection and despair and panic and forever forever forever. and she is once again trapped in a vessel of her own making - her body is that of the child she has not been for lifetimes. her world is dead and gone - not just the world she created, but the world she escaped from as well. what of locomotion, that brief flash of connection? does he even exist anymore? who is she, now? who was she? where can she possibly go from here?

shoutout delirium_undead on discord for going along with the nutcracker theory and helping me flesh this out. your ideas are so galaxy brained and i am forever in your debt

#OKAYYY she gives me so many feelings #this longform was recordbreaking in both length and the amount of plot and lore they stuffed in there oh my word #fucking. augh !!!! CLARISSA !!!#cannot even express how hard i have thought about this. it's been twelve hours since i saw it lmao. oughhhhh im gonna be sick #toasty talks #blorboposting #sfth clarissa #strange noises from the hole in the wall #shoot from the hip #sfth #sfthposting #analysis #i'm sure i've forgotten things...oh well more posts for later i guess #i wrote PARAGRAPHS in discord. more than i wrote here even. i was just trying to figure out what the hell is going on #and finally worked something out!! i think this makes sense tbh and i really like what it says about everybody #oh the conductor i should talk about him too. maybe later

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https-furina · 2 years ago

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heres my apology for the trauma:

(i forgot who i asked for in the previoys ask) kazuha, xiao, heizou, aether, albedo and wanderer with fluff ideas

(im giving you the power to make the scenario wtv you want bc i traumatized u the most lmao)

✎ our time together. ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader content: pure fluff, so much comfort after that angst you could suffocate, sickeningly sweet stuff. mentions of injuries in xiao’s part.

detective's notes. this is aly's attempt at therapy following that angst req - i did everyone who was in the original request that you can find here. i apologise in advance for xiao and kaeya, i think they’re ooc. not proofread.

albedo often has you admiring the sights of dragonspine with him whenever you take the time to visit him at the summit. on bright, sunny days, depending on the direction you face, you can gaze upon mondstadt, liyue or the ocean. it amazed you, to be surrounded by so many fantastic sights. and not only around dragonspine but the mountain itself hosts the most beautiful scenery. scenes of white snow, pure and blanketing the ground around your boyfriend's camp - it's innocent, wholesome. the snowflakes dance together with each other.

albedo loves to watch you admiring what is so common for him, snow drifting down almost every other day.

"love, it's snow," albedo chimes from where he's jotting down notes from a research experiment he'd conducted earlier in the day. you're sat by the campfire, eyes glazed over as you watch the snowflakes, "the city really doesn't get snow this much?" "the city doesn't get snow, bedo," you comment back, quick on your words and clouds of hot breath coming from your lips as you spoke, "the sentence should have ended there." your wit makes him chuckle under his breath, his gaze falling back to the cursive scribble in his notebook. every time you visited him it was almost like he got to witness your child-like state over and over again, never-ending and yet he cherished every moment of it. he cherished the way that a smile would slowly break out on your face no matter what you was doing when that very first snowflake lands on your sleeve. unfortunately, albedo often keeps you in the safety that is his camp, situated in an alcove not far from the summit of the mountain. it's sheltered and it encompasses the warmth from his fire perfectly. he's never had any qualms with it but he can see how your fingers itch, longing to touch at the cold that settles on the ground only to melt moments later when the sun glimpses from behind grey clouds. he basks in your innocent behaviour and how it glows in the campfire's orange light. with a gentle noise, the blond finds himself raising from his chair, joints stiff - it's only now he realises how long he'd been seated, writing about his experiments while you sat and watched the snow. "you want to go out in it, right?" he asks quietly as he wanders to your side, a cotton scarf in his hands as he wraps it around your neck, "we can't have you getting sick, i can only cook so much goulash." his voice is light, teasing but you're focused on his insinuations that you can in fact go out into the snow that you've been meticulously watching for hours now. he watches the realisation wash over your face, your eyes glittering as you stare at him - it's almost as if you're asking for permission. albedo chuckles, a cloud of breath falling from his lips as he does so before he nods. you've left the warmth of the camp before albedo can even process you getting up from your spot, spinning in circles as you let the snowflakes cover the fabric of your clothing. a faint smile appears on albedo's face, watching your excitement as you giggle in the snow made him fall in love with you even more than before.

aether absolutely loves travelling with you at his side. you're the light of his life, always finding the positives in the stickiest of situations where even he debates whether it's a dead end. this applies to his search for his twin sister, you're convinced he'll find her and you are quick to reassure him that you'll be there every step of the way! but adventuring is tiring and your feet are sore. aether treats you like a princess despite getting pushed around by civilians and archons alike wherever he goes.

it comes as no surprise when he is the one who proposes a campfire for the night, cooped up together on a woven blanket you insisted on bringing with you.

"aether," you mumble your boyfriend's name softly as you curl into his side, attempting to count the stars - it's futile but you tried anyways, "what do you think most of these people would do if they knew their archons were among them?" "mondstadt would think it's a harsh prank," he comments from where he's cooking food. there's a strong aroma of mint, chicken, radish with perhaps hints of calla lilies and fish, "imagine diluc's face if he knew it was venti." a laugh comes from you, looking over at the blond with a hint of admiration. he's deep in concentration with his cooking despite them being dishes he's made hundreds of times before - he's sure got the proficiency down at least. he glances at you and his sharp eyes soften. he loves your laugh, he finds it more musical than anything venti could play on the holy lyre or even anything that yun jin performs. to aether, your laugh is explosive and beautiful like yoimiya's fireworks and it's more illustrious than any aranara tale that sumeru could conjure up. you were his partner, a beacon of light and hope as you travel wherever he goes. sometimes he'll joke that you're his shadow, watching his back just as much as he has yours. a smile breaks out on his face suddenly. "what's that look for?" you pout, puffing your cheeks as aether shakes his head, turning back to the campfire. his calloused hands work meticulously on chicken and mushroom skewers and radish soups like their recipes are engraved into his memory. "am i not allowed to look at my girlfriend?" his question flushes your cheeks with warmth that crawls up your neck and makes butterflies crazy in your stomach. clearing your throat, you look away with a dramatic huff, no longer attempting to push aether for his prior facial expressions. aether makes a noise of amusement, holding out a skewer to you, "it's hot, don't burn your tongue." his words echo in your head, ones that would seem patronising to anyone else but to you, they meant the world. you knew that aether would fret over the smallest injuries - just like he did when you managed to get a papercut from a book you borrowed from xingqiu. he merely cared more than you could ever ask for in exchange for the positive aura you carry with you that keeps him sane.

heizou can disappear from days, perhaps even weeks at a time. he remains a hazard to anyone he comes across who aren't aware of his apparent disappearances when he gets a lead on a particularly pressing case. when he is around however, even if his head is buried in case files, he's by your side. he craves whatever touch he can get from you, always somehow finding a way to be touching you. it only gets worse after his peculiar disappearances.

it's no wonder that the next day after he suddenly turns up at your shared house again, a wide grin on his face that he's keeping his hand lingering on your skin.

"could it be premeditated? surely not," the detective mumbles, his face hidden in documents that you're sure his grip is crumpling, "but the change of clothes suggests otherwise - unless it's a case of panic..." "do you speak out loud at the station too?" you muse, one of your hands holding a novel from mondstadt whilst your other hand is playing with heizou's fingers, his hand on your thigh. heizou makes a soft noise, chuckling as he raises his head from the papers finally. "on the odd chance that i'm there? sometimes." he admits, grinning mischievously and you roll your eyes with a light scoff. his attitude to his work attendance was unbelievable sometimes, even more so than his ability to crack cases like they're precious geodes with goods inside of them. you click your tongue playfully, shaking your head as heizou raises the hand you're using to play with his idly, pressing his lips to your knuckles with a chuckle. you try to send him a pointed look, hoping to insinuate that his attitude wasn't acceptable but verdant eyes are looking at you with a teasing sparkle and you sigh, accepting that he was enjoying winding you up over the situation. "how old is that case anyways?" you ask curiously, tilting your head as you glance at your boyfriend. heizou lowers the documents, a drastic sigh escaping his lips. "only a few days but it happened within the tenryou commission," heizou explains, rubbing his temple with his spare hand, "madam kujou sara has the whole station working on it." you gently squeeze the hand heizou is holding, giving him a reassuring smile when he turns his gaze back to you. you knew the case would start eating him alive if he let it, to the point where he'd be mumbling theories even in his sleep. "don't overwork yourself, please." you sigh. it's soft and light, your hot breath fanning over heizou's skin when he moves his hand from yours to your cheek. where would he be without the rational mind of his own girlfriend to keep him in check?

kazuha loves being at sea with the crew of the alcor. captain beidou has been at his side numerous times and helped in his times of need but there is one more thing that kazuha loves more than the salty air of the ocean and that is you. he's known to skip the occasional adventure at sea to stay by your side a little longer, especially around both your birthday and his.

it turns out that when he does return from sea, all he ever wants is a homemade meal and the loving embrace of his partner.

"kazu-" you blink as you stare at the mound in the bedsheets, curled up nice and warm like a kitten - he hums, "was you sleeping?" the silky silver hair of your boyfriend peeks from the top of the sheets, his eyelashes half open as he lets out a small yawn, looking at where you stand at the bedroom door. he sends you a small smile, nodding. "just a nap, my love - what's wrong?" he rests his head back down on the pillows, arms moving to lay above the sheets so that you may see him better. the action makes you smile, leaning on the door frame as you admire him in such a relaxed moment, his voice mildly deep as he wakes up. "i was coming to ask if you wanted dinner," you admit sheepishly, eyes trailing over how his messy hair frames his face when he has it down, specific strands of red hanging above his eyes and catching in his long eyelashes, "are you hungry?" "maybe - can i ask for a hug before you go?" who are you to deny such a request from your boyfriend? you catch the way kazuha grins when you approach the bed, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist and pulling you down to him. you yelp, caught unaware as you fall on top of his body. there's however a few moments of silence as you sink into a calm state of mind, pressing the skin of your cheek to his bare chest when kazuha nuzzles his nose into your hair, exhaling softly. there's a solace that you only get when you're in his company and he can say likewise to you too, when he breathes in your scent and drinks it in like a wine. "i missed you," he comments quietly against your hair, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. a smile cracks onto your face, your eyelashes fluttering shut at his words. you had missed him too undoubtedly when he's been away for so long.

wanderer has had his hands full ever since lesser lord kusanali thrust him into studying at the akademiya - against his will, nonetheless and if someone cared enough to listen to his complaints, they'd hear his whines about the 'awful' work load they give students. it would take a few hours of listening to his sharp wit and grumbles to understand that he despises his academic studies this much because it limits his time with you - the girlfriend he says he "can't get rid of" because you "won't leave his side."

he has lesser lord kusanali promise that she won't rat him out whenever he turns up to the sanctuary of surasthana asking what girls like for gifts, giggles coming from the small archon.

"what the hell does this mean?" he mutters to himself, pads of his fingers pressed to his temple as his eyes scan over the text again. it's not going in, it simply just isn't. he's reread the paragraph ten times now and even though it's definitely in a language he understands and even more so a topic that he's already studied, it's not sticking the way academic materials are supposed to. he groans, eyelashes fluttering shut in frustration. he swears he's a changed man but the patience he has wears thin when it comes to studying. the house of daena is a considerably quiet place for a public library. there's the occasional bustle of students, their arms full of leatherbound tomes as they gossip amongst themselves - whether it is research related or not escapes the man from where he sits. he knows why he's so distraught and unable to focus but celestia forbid if he ever vocally admits it - it's been a few days since he could even see your face. he'd got himself tangled up in preparing for this exam to the point where he'd barely left the house of daena. that would be another thing he is not keen to admit aloud, his determination to receive praise from lesser lord kusanali regarding his efforts. "i knew i'd find you here," that voice... it's so familiar but why? his eyes open, his gaze sharp at whoever dared to disturb him when he was clearly so perturbed by his studies but they fall onto your form, a bag in your hands that smells like fresh pastries, "i passed kaveh on the way here and he voiced that you hadn't eaten lunch, love - so i stopped at puspa cafe." he clicks his tongue, a soft scoff coming his lips as you approach closer to the desk he was seated at, numerous books scattered wide open on differing pages. for someone who uttered nothing but complaints of his position in the vahumana darshan, he took his studies awfully serious. more so, you didn't miss the way his eyes rolled at the mention of the blond kshahrewar alumni who was always too expressive for his own good. "you didn't have to." he mumbles, a little reluctant to thank you but you knew what he meant when a smile crosses your face, placing the brown paper bag onto the desk beside his books. wanderer glances down your body before his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you onto his lap. "h-hey!" you squeak, eyes wide in surprise. he quirks a brow, amused before he rests his chin on your shoulder, returning back to the studying he'd previously struggled with. coincidentally, suddenly the words made sense and weren't so hazy in his mind. "just stay still." he sighs, a hand placed on the small of your back while the other one flips the yellowed pages in front of him. you have no choice but to slump your shoulders, hands idly playing in his hair - a rare opportunity considering he is usually wearing his hat - as your boyfriend continues to study.

xiao promised that auspicious blonde traveler that he'd be at their beck and call if only they said his name. you had no qualms with this, it was a scenario he also had applied to your relationship. at first he hadn't, being too scared of genuinely giving you love and affection to begin with but when he'd warmed, xiao promised to protect you with his life. you do however scold him when he returns back to his room at wangshu inn, some minor scrapes and injuries dotting his pale skin.

he would flinch at the slightest of your touches but there was always some sort of warm feeling resonating deep in his chest when his eyes glaze over how concerned you are in his stead.

there's a sharp wince that leaves his mouth through gritted teeth when you wipe the cut on his cheek. a frown adorns your face and xiao feels a stab of pity that you were once again nursing his wounds like a disappointed mother. he was starting to seriously debate if there was anything he wouldn't feel extreme guilt over when it came to you, you truly were too good for him in his eyes. "what are you thinking about?" you ask quietly, watching his brows knit together in a slight confusion, "your eyes always look so pitiful when i do this, love." xiao makes a soft noise in return, golden eyes flickering away to avoid eye contact. he'll look anywhere but you, not keen on how well you read him like a book even during his worst moments. even when it works against him, he treasures that you know him well. he's never been explicitly good at communicating - he might as well start writing his feelings on parchment - and your coincidental skill of just being able to read him fit that perfectly. "you care so much despite-" you click your tongue, a little irritated as your eyes turn sharp on your boyfriend. xiao sighs, tilting his head away when he feels you wipe the damp cloth across his cheek again. "someone has to care for you when you're off gallivanting being the hero in everyone else's story." your words tumble out without second thought. he's always at the ready when it comes to that blonde traveler's life or even yours and yet, nobody is at the ready for his own life. he knew that you was always going to be the one that cared and protected him when he didn't do it for himself. you were his home to come back to, the warmth of a fireplace and the golden glow of an oil lamp in the corner. you were the one who attended to his every scratch and cut, the one who placed kisses on his bruises and claimed your kiss was 'magic.' a small crack of a smile appears on xiao's face, his head nodding as he leans to press a delicate kiss to your lips.

kaeya may have his bad habits of occasionally slacking his work sometimes on the premise that he gets to spend time with you however when he does bury his head into the paperwork and commissions - only after you nag him - it becomes a challenge to get time together. if you even remotely complain, kaeya will cheekily shove back in your face that it was you who nagged him to get his work done.

he makes up for the time he loses with you while he's away at work, whether it be candlelit dinners over a bottle of red wine or picnics in the mondstadt summer sun, he's sure to cherish every moment he gets.

"that one looks like a bird." you comment, index finger pointing at a cloud as it floats past, light and fluffy in appearance against the blue backdrop of the sky. kaeya grins, shaking his head. "how in teyvat did you get a bird from that?" he asks curiously, glancing over at you with an eye so blue it challenges the tides of teyvat's oceans. you pout at the thought that kaeya hadn't seen the same outline of the cloud that you had, puffing your cheeks. "well... there's a wing and if you look over there that's a beak..." you're explaining it so vividly, hands waving around as a form of expressing yourself but kaeya isn't looking at the clouds. he's drinking in the sparkle in your eyes, the smile that widens on your face when you spot another cloud - this time you're certain it's a fish! kaeya lets out the occasional hum of encouragement, giving off the impression that he is most certainly listening to you but all it takes is one glance in his direction and you can see the half dazed look in his eye, swirling with distant dreams; ones where you have a family, a glittering ring on your finger and perhaps even a house in the city. "are you even listening to me?" you huff, a heat flushing up your neck and to your cheeks when your boyfriend doesn't pull that lovedrunk gaze away from you. a chuckle leaves soft lips, one of his gloved hands lacing with yours. "uh-huh, yeah, something about beaks and wings..." kaeya finds it adorable when you roll your eyes, looking away in a flustered state as he props himself on his elbows, leaning closer to you, "the clouds are pretty but you are much prettier." "kaeya i swear to-" he cuts you off, tutting with a cheeky grin. "swear to who? barbatos?" he hums, pressing a kiss to your head when you roll into his chest, hoping he'll give it a rest if you just comply and wrap around his finger, like you always do. and unsurprisingly, he does give in. he hooks an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close as his gaze finally turns up the faint hue of orange that the sky is fading into, the clouds dusted rosy pinks when the sun begins to set. he knows that soon the two of you will have to walk back down the cliff, back to mondstadt where you'll share a night curled up in bed for the first time in days before kaeya is back to work the next morning. in retaliation of these thoughts, the tips of his fingers press into the flesh of your upper arm more than usual and his brows knit together in a way he hopes you don't notice. but your eyes are closed, your face falling peaceful when you've drifted asleep to the rhythm of your boyfriend's heartbeat.

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smuutboxx · 2 years ago

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It’s nice seeing more male reader blogs pop up, im excited to see what you’ll write in the future.

I’m requesting a Jax x male reader with the classic scenario of getting trapped in a small space together. An idea is that the group is on an adventure and the two gets pushed in by one of the things they are supposed to be capturing, but you can do whatever you’d like on how they got locked up in there. I’d also like to quickly request that the reader isn’t shy or anything, he has both bark and bite to his character yk? (You can make the reader dom or sub since it doesn’t really matter to me, but it would be appreciated if the reader is a dom in this story) Thanks!

"Hide And Seek."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: Thank you so much for the kind words :-) I love this request as well!

Genre: Smut (18+)

Pairings: Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus) x You (Male Reader)

Warnings: None, other than sex obviously. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“We’re doing what?”

Pomni inquired, her head tilted in confusion with her finger beside her cheek. ‘How very animated of her’ you thought in observation. “A classic game of hide and seek! Because if I sit here for any longer and continue to think I’ll blow my f@%#ing brains out!” Ragatha smiled, almost in a threatening way. You nodded at her explanation, you’ve been stuck here long enough to understand how not to think too hard about reality turning out to be a hoax. “--Not counting!” Jax's' ears shot up as he quickly put his index finger on his nose. You followed his action as quickly as possible. Then Gangle, Kinger, Zooble, Ragatha, aaaaaaaaand…

“Suck it Pomni!” Jax cackled, taking your hand and running off. You had realized you had taken a liking to Jax and he of course reciprocated those same feelings. You weren’t sure if he was entirely attracted to you like you were to him – but he wasn’t a very subtle guy. You look back and see everyone scatter as if someone just broke a bottle of alcohol on the floor. Pomni groaned and lay flat on the floor, her arms and legs spread out as she counted out loud. “1….2…3…-” Her counting continued as you searched around with Jax for a possible hiding spot. Something great, something that would take hours! Somewhere...private. You were only a man, why not take this opportunity to be in such a closed-off space with him? “Psst!” Jax motioned for a small closet in a hidden-ish area. You grinned, letting out a mischievous giggle with him as you rushed in, tugging him with you by his overall straps.

Now it was dark.

“Where is this even in the circus?” You whispered, realizing you weren’t sure where you two had run off to. “No idea, it’s good though. Right?” You felt him turn to you, his ears flowing with the turn a second after. You nodded and smiled at him, he somehow smiled wider. Your head quickly whipped to the door – thinking you heard a noise. “Wha-” Jax gave an attempt to talk but you swiftly covered his mouth. His ears perked up, hearing Pomni's' footsteps. “Helllloooo?” She called out, her tone of voice seemed more freaked out than playful like it should have been. She didn’t enjoy being alone here. You and Jax both held your... breath? And waited for Pomni to pass by.

..her footsteps passed. You both let out a sigh of relief. “Hold on.” You whispered, lifting yourself slightly to check outside of the door. Before you could check you felt the doorknob fail on you. “Jax?! There was a lock on this door??” You whisper-yelled. Jax shot up, hitting his head against something and letting out a hiss, then covered his mouth. You both stood still, looking at each other with terrified eyes. Once about 30 seconds passed, you gave him an irritated look. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I had no idea!” He said still in a hushed tone. “Where are your thousand keys?!” You let go of the doorknob and poke his chest aggressively. He shrugged, his shit-eating grin still plastered on his face as his ears lowered and his hands up in defense.

“Dude.” You push him down as he lands on his ass, legs spread. “Oh c’mon sweetheart, I seriously had no idea!” He pleaded crawling over to you. You huffed and sat in the opposite corner with your arms crossed. Yeah, you wanted to be in a dark and private area with him, but with the ability to come out at some point! Stupid ass rabbit. Jax giggled quietly as he got closer to you, “You don’t wanna be stuck in here with me?” He said in a low voice, his eyes squinting with his wide smile. You learned that not only does Jax…really like you but he’s extremely touch-starved. When you showed him affection the first time he never stopped touching you.

“No, nobody would enjoy this.” “Except you.” “Why me?” “Cause I’m your favorite.” “Your ego is high.” “You're my favorite.” “I know.”

You felt two big hands on your thighs, your legs naturally spread for them. Yikes. The only problem Jax had was your clothes being on your body, which were currently being removed. “Jax.” Why were you trying to stop him? You didn’t want him to, but you also wanted to see how desperate he’d get once he took all your clothes off. It’s probably been years since he’d got to be buried in anything. He shoved his body against you, almost aggressively trying to be as close to you as possible. “It’s cold.” Great, your clothes were off, now your ass was bare on the floor. “Hey, handsome,” Jax whispered into your ear, suddenly wrapping his hand around your cock. You jolted and uncrossed your arms quickly to wrap your arms around him. “Whaaaat?” You whined quietly, shoving your head into his neck. “You wanted us to get stuck in here, didn’t you? You slut.” ‘Fuck him, oh god. Fuck.’ You held onto him tighter, his degrading words heading straight to your cock. Which he felt in his hand as he continued to move his hand faster and faster up and down.. 'up and down..aah..up and down..fuck..’ -- “Jax..!” You moan in his ear, a little louder than you should have. He stopped his hand, letting out entirely. “No!” You whisper yell, bucking your hips in the hair for something. “Please- Jax. C’mon!” He grabbed your face and pulled you closer to his face. “Shut the f#%! up, do you want Caine to catch us?” He scolded, and you shook your head. You looked up at him pleadingly, tugging at his overalls. “Mmhh…m’sorry.” You heard Jax giggle again. “Good boy.” He allowed you to take his overalls off finally, sliding them down just below his waist to reveal himself.

You weren’t gonna ask why you had genitals, but you weren’t going to complain. He took your leg, lifting it over his shoulder. ‘God, finally.’ You thought, covering your mouth with one hand as you looked down to watch him slide into you. You squeaked as he made his way inside you, whispering his name over and over again as if it were a spell and you were wishing for something to happen. The moment he felt himself settle inside you he processed the feeling. You were so warm, fuck so warm. He needed more, god he needed more. Jax leaned over, gripped your hips, and dug his face into your shoulder still with your leg on his as he slammed his hips into you. You dig your nails into his back, a desperate whiney moan leaving your throat.

“Fuck you feel so good. you feel so good. you feel so good. you feel so good–”

You wanted to giggle at his actions but the way he was plowing himself into you wouldn’t let you speak, so you grabbed his ears and tugged onto them to pull him away from your shoulder which was full of drool. He let out a high-pitched moan, his cartoonish eyes rolling back. ‘Didn’t he say to be quiet?’ You managed to think, feeling your climax coming closer and closer with each aggressive thrust into your hips. As soon as you let go of his ears his head shot back to your shoulder like a magnet. Suddenly he bit down, shoving his cock deep inside you and cumming inside without warning.

You gasped at the new warmth and wrapped your hand around his throat as if to punish him – but that kinky little shit enjoyed it. He kept his hips moving, slightly slower than before as you felt your high coming in rapidly. Your quiet moans began louder and louder, squeezing your grip around Jax’s throat. You arched your back and made an absolute fucking mess of yourself. You came all over your stomach, scratching at Jax’s arm to make him stop moving his hips as the overstimulation became uncomfortable. He slowed his hips down soon, pulling out and taking a good look at you.

“..thanks.” He huffed, wiping the drool from his chin and eyeing you up and down. You roll your eyes, catching your breath. “You needed that.” You tease, holding his face gently and rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

What a silly rabbit.

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buuberry00 · 1 month ago

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Siren luka smut hell yeah

fuck yeah.

also.. im lowk gonna make this, like, somewhat canon to the alnst lore? bear with me 🙏🙏

im sort of gonna make it like.. when he gets in contact with water he turns into a siren 😭😭😭 im so sorry if this is cringe 💔

also i tried doing my research on siren anatomy but i couldnt find anything that actually explained how i can do this req.. so siren!luka with a peepee 😍😍

siren! luka x gn!reader

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c.w: rough sex (consensual ofc), breeding kink/rutting, childhood friends -> lovers, whimpering, choking, begging, dacryphilia, hickeys/love bites

MINORS DNI!!!

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Luka was the most popular amongst the audience. A beautiful blonde boy who sung like a siren; he was one, actually.

He posed for magazine covers, advertisements, commercials -- he was popular to any and all aliens who knew of him.

but he was also the sweetest guy you ever had the privilege of meeting.

ever since you two were kids, he was practically glued to your side. he always sat with you, drooling all over his fingers with his head leaned against your shoulder. he'd follow you around, too, everywhere you went, up until you both got older.

it was pretty obvious to everyone that he loved you. and now it was obvious to you.

Luka, in his siren form, held you close from behind. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, his other tweaking and pinching your nipple erratically. He latched onto your shoulder, sucking and biting wherever he can reach. he desperately rutted his hips into yours, his cock deep inside and his tip kissing your g-spot every single time he thrusted or throbbed alone.

Luka whined into your ear, hanging his head to rest it against your shoulder. He heaved and growled with need, rutting his hips to work his cock deeper. "y/n," he whined, the length of his tongue flat against your pulse point. "I wanna cum already. you'd let me, right, baby?" you could hardly put a single sentence together, let alone think of what to say in a scenario like this.

"L-Lu--" you gargle his name, eyes rolling back as he gently squeezes your throat, pulling your head back. His breathing is shaky in your ear, warm and enticing. "Don't speak," he whispers. "I don't want anyone to interrupt us. I've b-been waiting so long for this."

"W-Waiting?" you can't help but repeat, yelping when he pushes you over the nearest edge and ruts frantically into your hole, one hand gripping the side of your neck and his other on your waist. his fingers dug into your flesh, clinging on as he fucks you so good.

there was no way he was a virgin. even before this, you hadn't considered it. Luka is beyond gorgeous - physically and personality wise.

"Luka," you gasp, eyes fluttering close to refrain from rolling back. Luka fucks you in a rhythm between fast and hurried; slow and beautiful. Luka dips his head, pressing a kiss to the underside of your ear. "I-I wanna have babies with you," he breathes. "You'd let me, right? Have babies with me? I think--" he grunts at the tight feeling coiling in his lower belly, "--I think if we had babies, the aliens would let us go. I-I hope they would. I don't want our kids to suffer like we did."

"babies?" you peek over your shoulder, eyes wide with surprise. "with-with me?" "please," he whimpers your name quietly, "please have babies with me. I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll take such good care of you and your babies."

before you can reply, an orgasm washes over you, fast and beautiful and right away you ache from the intensity of it. Luka shushes you as you writhe, rubbing your back then the flesh of your shoulders, dipping his head to kiss along your nape. "I-I'm gonna cum, too," he whispers. "I'll pull out, okay? next time i'll cum inside, or I'll do it whenever you wan' me to, okay?"

you weakly nod, a soft grunt leaving your lips as he carefully pulls out, kissing along the fresh hickeys that would surely bloom into a darker color tomorrow morning.

"my pretty baby," he giggles. "I want you forever and ever."

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i adore you luka nation 💋💋

-venus

#x reader #luka alnst #alien stage #requests open!!#smut

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writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink · 7 months ago

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Could y'all imagine Talia sending Jason back to Gotham so he can live a normal life and just do what he wants to do with himself after Talia helps him get his head back on somewhat straight and Jason just assumes Talia told Bruce and she just didn't either because she forgot or other reasons and Jason is just well here's a few different scenarios for ya

Scenario 1: Jason going back to college and to pay for it he's just working at bat burger dick walks in to get some takeout after a long night of vigilante stuff and a long shift of being a cop and he just needs something quick to go so he can go home and crash and he just freezes at the register because why is he seeing his dead brother older is he hallucinating did he get gassed and he didn't know is he being haunted right now, meanwhile Jason is just casually like oh hey dick you look like you had a long night here have a free fry on me, dick is just like Jay?! LITTLE WING YOUR ALIVE?! and Jason's just like uhhh yeah have been for a few years now, dick goes through the five stages of grief in like five minutes and looks like he's having a stroke about to burst into tears because his little brother is alive but quickly it turns into confused anger, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE BEEN ALIVE FOR A FEW YEARS DID BRUCE KNOW?! and Jason's just like I assume so I think Talia told him cause she found me and helped me fix my head and she knew I was coming back to Gotham for college.. Dick vibrating with the rage of an oldest sibling IM GONNA KILL HIM THIS MOTHER FUCKER FIRST OFF DOESNT TELL ME YOU DIED AND NOW HE DOESNT TELL ME THAT YOUR ALIVE OHHHH HES DEAD DEAD IM ENDING HIS EXISTENCE .. Jason just like yeah okay cool uh now is your order to go or for here ...

Later at the manor

ALFRED WHERE IS BRUCE HE HAS SOME FUCKING EXPLAINING TO DO

Alfred: welcome home master dick what is this about

Dick: THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND BRUCE ALFRED I THOUGHT WE WERE OVER THIS ...

Alfred: oh my-,

Bruce walking in from the bat cave: Dick? What's the matter?!

Dick: LIKE YOU DONT KNOW *JUMPS HIM AND IS OUT FOR BLOOD*

Alfred just breaks up the fight and puts them both in there corners

Alfred: NOW MASTER DICK YOU WILL BE CALM AND CIVILIZED AND TELL US WITH YOUR WORDS WHAT MASTER BRUCE HAS DONE

Dick: *vibrating with rage*, JASON IS ALIVE AND BRUCE TOLD NO ONE IT WAS BAD ENOUGH I MISSED MY LITTLE BROTHERS FUNERAL AND DIDNT KNOW HE WAS DEAD BECAUSE HE DIDNT TELL ME BUT THIS?!, MY BABY BROTHER IS ALIVE AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME WORST OF ALL YOU DIDN'T SPEAK TO HIM HES BEEN ALIVE FOR A FEW YEARS AND YOU TOLD NO ONE, *his voice cracks at the end*

Bruce: *absolutely flabbergasted* what do you mean Jason is alive ?!

Dick: yeah he's working at bat burger to pay for college he said Talia told you a few years ago

Bruce:... She.. uh... didn't I haven't heard from her in over two years

Dick: ...?

Alfred: well now how about I put on a spot of tea so we can discuss this like gentleman

Bruce: I gotta go make a call tea sounds good Alfred thank you, and dick you know the mission comes first that is why I didn't tell you about his death but I'm sorry that it hurt you

Dick: ready to break Bruce's face

....

Scenario 2: Talia finds Jason and takes him back to the league with her and trains him and helps fix his broken psych and helps him remember who he is and helps him piece together his past and treats him like a son and basically raises him alongside Damian, and once Jason fully remembers everything he tells Talia that he wants revenge but first he wants to visit Gotham and try a bit of a normal life because there's so much he hasn't gotten to do yet and he wants to try those things and Talia gives him her blessing to do what he wants and let's him know that he always has a home with her and Damian

Fast forward a few years and Jason's just chilling drinking a soda on his rooftop lounging reading a book for a random English class he decided to take on a whim

Jason looks up to see the bat gliding onto his rooftop with Damian as Robin to get a better vantage view of some random bad guys doing no good in Gotham

Bruce: doesn't recognize Jason at all initially and just assumes he's a random Gotham citizen that's giving him the side eye

Damian: just assumes Jason is still mad at Bruce for not avenging him and letting the clown live so he keeps quiet as he doesn't wanna get in the middle of his favourite body guard/older brother figure from the league and his father

Bruce: starts to realize there's something incredibly familiar about this random Gotham citizen starts to look at him closer

Jason: aggravated because why is his father staring at him so intensely after not only not avenging his death but also not inviting him to any family dinners after knowing he's alive for like three years what the fuck is that about, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT OLD MAN YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY",

Bruce: immediately is reminded of the little boy that stole the tires off his batmobile, Jason?! Is that you.. wha-.. how..

Jason: annoyed, don't act as if you didn't know Mr. I know everything about Gotham I am vengeance

Damian: kinda smirks at Jason mocking Bruce but also disapproves

Bruce: Jay... I really didn't know you were alive...

Jason: looks at Damian, then looks at Bruce, didn't Talia tell you?!

Damian: *swears in Arabic*

Bruce: Damian language!!!!

Damian: pulls out his phone calls Talia, mother did you forget something important

Talia: uh no?!

Damian: Todd

Talia: whoops I knew I forgot something

Damian: *swears in Arabic*,

Talia: *in a stern mom voice* now I know I didn't just hear you say that let me speak to your father!!!!

Damian: hands the phone to Bruce whos about to pass out from the shock

Talia: so uh surprise your son is alive he can tell you the details himself, she then hangs up

Bruce: sits on the concrete floor having a crisis because his dead son isn't actually dead and holy shit his son knew he wasn't dead, and his ex gf also knew and forgot to tell him

Jason: so I see your still lugging around that stupid sword ya know you haven't let go of that thing since you were five honestly I'm surprised you haven't poked out your eyeballs with that thing especially with how carelessly you used to swing it at me

Damian: shut up at least I wasn't dumb enough to get blown up and then forget who I am and had to get bailed out by my father's ex girlfriend

Jason: you wanna go demon brat cause I still have those baby pictures you know the ones of you but naked running away from ras trying to give you a bath and u pulling a sword on him only to accidentally knock yourself out with it

Damian: YOU TOLD ME YOU DELETED THAT

Jason: smiling I say a lot of things now behave or I'm posting these on the internet and I'll be sure that little Kent boy sees it as well

Damian: *draws his sword*, so you've chosen death

Jason: cackling

Bruce: absolutely baffled about to call Alfred to come get him because this is too much, wait did Jason just say he has baby pictures of Damian with ras...

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lynnlovesthestars · 1 year ago

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Could you do a Astarion x Tiefling Reader were they are sitting alone underneath there tents canopy in and they are sewing to pass the time humming and doesn't notice Astarion walk up after he was looking for them . ( they could be making something for him maybe for his 'birthday' after learning that it was that day ) .

omg sorry i took so long but my creativity juices flow in funny ways ahah.. to make it a little easier for me, since my tiny brain has been having a hard time in putting words down, i thought it would have been nice to tie this up with a oneshot i wrote a few weeks ago.. i wish i followed better your prompt- though i hope you'll like it.

Ofc reading the part before this won't change the experience, but it was nice to tie them together cause it gave a little continuity and idk anyways i hope you'll like it though it's mostly introspective and a lil angsty when astarion shows up..

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Masterlist.

Part 1. (the one shot i tied this to)

My prompt list for requests.

Taglist: @sessils @spacebarbarianweird (i forgot to add it yesterday cause im an idiot, but better late than never ahah)

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Golden.

Pairing: astarion x GN!tiefling!reader

Summary: the huge tear in his shirt caught your eye again, and you decided to give him a reminder that someone cared about him.

Genre: angsty?, lots of thinking, self-doubt, avoidance✨

You never noticed the tears carefully patched up on Astarion’s shirt until you were retrieving your dried clothes from the fire.

His button up sat up ripped on the stone like you left it on the night before, yet you still couldn’t help but focus on the smaller sewn tears already covering the fabric. It was such a precise job, that you wouldn’t have been able to tell that the fabric was ever broken until you looked closely and the places where the thread was tightly pulled became clearer.

You made a mental note of it as you walked back to your tent, holding up the bundle of yours and Astarion’s clothes.

The camp was lively that morning: yelling, singing, clattering of bottles and pans, along with rustling of the leaves had saturated the air, charging it with an electrifying energy.

In the middle of the chaos, your brain still stirred towards Astarion and the way you woke up curled up in his side, while he was meditating.

The tension that filled the tent the night before was gone. The only thing left from the night before was the ghost of his bite on your neck, and his body holding you to him.

When he broke his trance, he acted like nothing ever happened. Like you didn’t sleep twisted with him, or the way he drove you insane the night before.

You could still feel his lips on your neck as you collected your sewing kit from the tent, which still smelled like him, blood and bergamot.

As you spread the shirt on your lap, you could relive the events of the night before like a bard stuck on encore after encore.

You could feel the warmth of your bodies pressed to each other still spreading over your skin as you carefully prepared the essential to fix the tear.

You studied the tear that spread over the back, you knew it was going to be hard to make it seem flawless like the rest of them, but you wanted to attempt for him.

Worst case scenario, it was gonna stay broken anyways.

As you started to work on the tear, and you noticed how the uneven edges were not coming out nicely, an idea spurred in your mind.

At worst you were already planning on buying him a new one when you reached Baldur’s Gate. You had connections in the lower city, and you knew you could get a tailor to make the same button up if you brought a reference.

You worked on the shirt for what felt like hours, while everyone was enjoying their day, whether they took care of chores around camp or disappeared for walks, but as everyone came and left, the only one you had not seen was Astarion.

It was only when the sun was starting to set that you finally spotted him near his tent as he was looking for something in his bag.

You were just done with the shirt, and you couldn't help but hope he liked it.

You folded the shirt carefully along with the rest of his clothes, and as you were ready to head towards Astarion, he already stood in front of you.

His face was unreadable like he wanted to convey a specific emotion, but couldn't figure out how to. He was tense, his arms were frozen at his sides, so you decided to break the ice.

“I did this for you” You carefully showed him the pile of his neatly folded clothes, and his shirt on top.

“I wanted to fix your shirt, but the tear was too-” You started but before you could explain, Astarion had stopped you almost harshly.

“You didn't have to”He said briefly, it sounded mostly like an admonishment, yet you could have sworn there was some sort of softness to it.

“I know, but I wanted to”

“Why?” His furrowed brows were inquisitive, trying to gauge your intentions as he wetted his lips.

“Cause I care about you, I literally told you yesterday” The words slipped out of your lips just as quickly as your tail was swishing nervously.

He scoffed, folding his arms and turning his eyes away from you. “No one does things for free” You could tell there was something odd from him, as if he was trying to bury something under this indifference he was trying to put up now.

“Count this as a gift then” You jutted your chin towards him and invited him to take the clothes still in your arms.

He was taken aback by the simplicity with which you said those words, almost carelessly, and most of all to the person that deserved them the least, especially how hard he was being with you.

He wanted to quip back but you resumed your explanation before he could even think of a response and he wanted to hate it so much.

“As I was saying, I tried to fix the tear, but it didn't want to look nice, so I embroidered the shirt with a gold pattern” You explained as you pointed at the button up. Astarion was so focused on shielding himself that he didn’t even look at his clothes, she could have gave him one of her shirts for what he knew and he would have not realized it until he would be in his tent.

His eyes finally fell on the piece of clothing his mouth fell slightly open. He traced the golden thread carefully, as if it was a creation of his sick mind. “I hope it’s not too much.”You trailed off, your words were warm, almost sticking to his skin like glue. He wanted to shake them off himself, he wanted to yell that he didn’t deserve such attentions, that you were an idiot to do all of this for someone that had planned to use you, but it was like something in his body stopped him from screaming and lashing out at you, the only thing he could manage to do was the simple task he gave himself in the morning.

“I came here to thank you for last night, and for your kindness” He started with a honeyed voice. “But I suppose I have one more thing to add to the list” He clutched the bundle of clothes to his chest, tipping his head forward in thank you.

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uceyliyahh · 1 month ago

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GUARDED

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

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, stalking, mention of miscarriage, fighting.

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.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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

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Brooklyn, New York - 2:30PM

Today, the catering area was bustling with everyone grabbing a bite to fuel up before heading back to the performance center, whether to hit the gym, strategize for the evening's events, or rehearse their scripts for the backstage segments and ring performances before the show kicks off.

Jimmy sat with his twin brother, Zilla, and the street profits, sharing a meal and chatting. He glanced around, hoping to spot Genesis, who rarely showed up at catering for some inexplicable reason. As he looked over, he caught Zilla's intense gaze, filled with irritation, as if he were annoyed with Jimmy for getting in the way of his pursuit of Genesis.

At that moment, he caught a recognizable voice drifting into the catering hall. Turning his head, he spotted Genesis and Jade sharing a laugh over something amusing. His gaze fell on Genesis’s outfit, which appeared cozy and flattering; the way her long grey leggings clung to her curves made his mouth water.

Zilla noticed the intense glare from Jimmy, who was struggling to restrain himself from delivering a punch to his face right there in front of everyone, including Genesis, because she was his and not Jimmy's.

As she and Jade approached the table, they waved at the group. Her gaze met Jimmy's, who was grinning and gesturing for her to join him. She noticed him rising to his feet, and together they executed the special handshake they had created earlier that morning.

Once their handshake concluded, Jimmy pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist in a warm embrace. The familiar scent of his favorite cologne enveloped her, and she buried her face against his chest, savoring the fragrance she adored.

Zilla couldn't contain himself when he saw the two of them embracing; he sprang up from the table, yanked Jimmy by the hem of his hoodie, and delivered a punch to his face, leaving everyone around them, including Genesis, in shock.

Zilla rained down punches on Jimmy's face, delivering blow after blow, but they barely fazed him as he shielded himself. In a swift move, Jimmy reversed their positions, now pinning Zilla beneath him, landing strikes to his face before gripping his throat tightly.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Jimmy questioned him as Zilla pushed him off of him leaving vain and Jimmy standing there.

"You want to know what the real issue is? You took Genesis away from me! You weren't even considering her!" Zilla shouted, attempting to lunge at Jimmy, but Jimmy countered with a punch to his gut, making him wince. "Took? I didn't take anything from you! Gigi and I are just friends, so what the hell are you talking about?"

Zilla swung once more, granting Jimmy a chance to land a powerful right hook to his face, making Zilla stagger momentarily before he could no longer hold back and forcefully slammed Jimmy against the table.

The scene unfolding before Genesis was almost triggering, reminiscent of the times Quincy would explode over trivial matters, leaving destruction in his wake. She could vividly recall the shards of glass scattered across the floor and the sight of a broken table, a haunting reminder that filled her with fear.

Jade observed from her position, covering her ears to block out the turmoil surrounding them. Genesis wrapped her arms around her in a comforting embrace. But why was Zilla acting this way? He understood that he wouldn’t receive anything from her, so why direct his anger at his cousin?

Jey intervened in the brawl, shoving Zilla away to shield his older brother, who stared at him in disbelief.

“What the fuck is goin on with you Isayah?”

“You fucking knew! You knew!”

"What do you mean? They’re just friends! Zilla, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you really need to calm down. Are you okay, Jon?" Jimmy nodded, stealing a glance at Genesis, whose face was buried in Jade’s chest. His expression softened at the sight.

But why was she doing that?

Jey lifted his brother from the ground as Jimmy examined his lip, noticing blood on his fingers. Realizing that his cousin had split his bottom lip, he couldn't help but chuckle while shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m trippin? You know what I should just fuck yo’ ass up some more you bitch!” Zilla tried running up on him again but this time Jey held him back pushing him away harshly. “Isayah! Dawg! Chill the fuck out!”

“Nah fuck that! I had her first! Until he came and swept her off of her feet within seconds!”

“Maybe I’m just a better choice for her than you are knowing your reputation Isayah.” Zilla forcefully shoved Jey aside and landed a powerful right hook on Jimmy's face. In the same motion, he slammed Jimmy to the ground, mercilessly pounding his head against the floor.

Jade led Genesis away from the chaos, guiding her toward the ladies' locker room. As they entered, she noticed Genesis trembling and on the verge of tears. Kneeling beside her, Jade placed her hands gently on Genesis's shoulders, offering comfort in the midst of her distress.

“Look at me Gigi, he’s not here okay? Quincy is not here. Look at me Genesis.” Jade spoke softly while Genesis gazed up at her, tears glistening in her eyes as she brushed them away.

“He’s not here Gigi, it’s just two men fighting over you well from my understanding. Is there anything going on between you and Jim?” She asked.

In addition to spending time together after work, they often returned to their hotel rooms, deepening their connection and getting to know one another better with each passing day as they worked to strengthen their bond.

“No. We are just friends hanging out together, that's all nothing more.” Genesis responded while sniffing her nose.

Jade gave her that look as Genesis sighed, “we aren’t doing anything Jade I told you I’m not ready for all of that stuff. He’s just protecting me from Zilla because you know what he wants from me.”

“Is he really ‘protecting’ you? Or piping you down because you’ve been glowing all day today.” Genesis hit Jade in her arm knowing that she hated being teased by her. “No! He’s just protecting me. That's all besides he’s been the main reason why I have been glowing lately. Jimmy is a really great friend, that's all nothing more.”

Jade nodded, choosing not to delve deeper into the conversation. However, she sensed that something was brewing between Genesis and Jimmy, and she was certain that the truth would eventually come to light.

Genesis felt a wave of worry for Jimmy, questioning his well-being after the altercation with Zilla over her. She had managed to regain her composure after experiencing a mental breakdown earlier when she witnessed their confrontation.

“Where’s Jimmy? Is he okay?” Genesis asked.

“Yeah, he should be in him and Jey’s locker room right now probably looking for you.” Jade responded as Genesis nodded her heading towards his locker room.

While making her way to the locker room shared by him and Jey, she suddenly heard shouting and the sound of objects being tossed about. As she rounded the corner, she caught a brief glimpse of Zilla in a chaotic state, muttering to himself amidst the turmoil.

“Why he always gotta steal the spotlight? Why can’t he let me just have her the way I want to?”

“He should be worried about Trinity instead of stealing Genesis from me.”

“When he isn’t there I’ll just snatch her away from his grasp within seconds.”

In Genesis' view, Jimmy exuded more charm and humor than Zilla. Unlike Zilla, who seemed eager to grab her number or win her over instantly, Jimmy's appeal felt effortless. As she strolled by, Genesis decided she didn’t want to dwell on it any longer, catching Zilla's eye as he noticed her making her way down the hallway.

He shouted her name, but she ignored him, rounding the corner to head toward Jimmy and Jey's locker room. Zilla was aware of her destination and quickly closed the gap between them. When he reached her, he seized her wrist and pressed his lips against hers with a force that took her by surprise for a brief moment.

Zilla's tongue grazed her lips, nipping at the bottom one and eliciting a pained groan from her. He forcefully pushed his tongue deep into her throat, eager to assert his dominance and prove himself superior to Jimmy. He was convinced that he could satisfy her in ways Jimmy never could.

The moment Zilla kissed her neck and slipped his hand beneath her clothing, she realized everything.

Genesis forcefully shoved him aside, delivering a sharp slap to his face as she glared at him with intensity.

“What the fuck Zilla? Are you crazy?”

“Yeah! You over here with this fool instead of me!”

Genesis scoffed at him while folding her arms over chest, “you’re so delusional about all of this—I’m not looking for anything serious and I’m most definitely not giving up my celibacy to you so fucking relax.”

“So what? You giving up to Jimmy then?” If she did, what did that have to do with him? It wasn’t his business what she and Jimmy were doing behind closed doors. “Nigga, ion gotta answer to you.”

Just as she was ready to turn and leave, he suddenly pulled her arm with more force, causing her to stare at him in disbelief, as if he had lost his mind.

“Imma have you one way or another baby, Jimmy don’t know what to do with all of this.” She pulled her arm free from his hold and made her way to Jimmy and Jey's locker room. Fear gripped her at his words; she couldn't shake the feeling that Zilla was the kind of person who craved control, and it was beginning to unsettle her.

As she reached the door, she knocked and could hear Jimmy's voice, accompanied by Jey's in the background, discussing the recent events involving Zilla and Jimmy.

“Dawg, what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know Twin, he was trippin.”

“Is something going on between you and Gigi?”

The room became silent for a moment waiting for Jimmy’s answer.

“No, I’m just protecting her from him that’s all.”

“You sure you ain’t piping her down? Yo’ ass spend less time with Trinity and then sharing hotel rooms with each other. What's up with that?”

“She asked because she didn’t want to be alone with Zilla around acting fucking crazy.”

“You didn’t answer my first question though Twin.”

Why does everyone assume that they’re all sleeping with each other? Just because they’re sharing rooms and hanging out a lot after work doesn’t imply that they’re involved in anything intimate.

“No, I’m not fucking her twin. That’s not my intention, I’m just being her friend. That's all I have a lot of respect for Gigi.”

Genesis knocked on the door again.

“A’ight I won’t push it any further lemme see who’s knocking at the door.”

As soon as she heard the door creak open, she spotted Jey standing there, a grin lighting up his face upon noticing her. She returned his smile before he could utter a word. “What’s up, Gigi?”

Genesis glanced over at Jey, her concern evident. "I just wanted to check on Jimmy and make sure he’s alright. I hope I’m not interrupting anything." Jey shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face. "No worries, Gigi. I was just about to leave anyway." He had welcomed her into the locker room, where Jimmy sat on a bench, absorbed in his phone, an ice pack resting on his forehead.

She observed that his lip was swollen, marked by a faint bruise, and his knuckles bore similar signs of injury. The sight of his bruises softened her gaze. As she approached him, she instantly captured his attention, and he looked up to meet her eyes.

She had that worried expression on her face glancing down at him.

“I’m okay Gigi, I promise. Come sit down.” Jimmy spoke gently as Genesis settled beside him on the couch, her thumbs soothingly gliding over his bruised knuckles.

“Doesn’t this hurt?” Genesis asked.

“Nah, it doesn’t hurt. I’m fine Gigi, are you okay though? I saw you earlier hugging Jade when all of that was happening.” Could this be the ideal moment to share her thoughts with him? She remembers the countless instances during her marriage to Quincy when he would become furious over the smallest things, creating a tense atmosphere that felt like a Cold War within their home.

The situation became even more unbearable for her, particularly during her pregnancy with his child, which she ultimately lost because of the immense stress Quincy caused her. His decision to place the blame on her only deepened her pain.

She gazed at him, aware that he was patiently awaiting her response. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, Jimmy,” she replied. Jimmy arched an eyebrow, sensing that she was not being entirely truthful, but chose not to press the matter any further.

“Everyone is thinking we fucking each other, can’t you believe that?” Genesis mentioned as she chuckled.

He chuckled with her, “yeah, it’s crazy. Even Jey had asked me about that before you came in.” Jimmy responded by taking the ice pack off his head.

Despite their mutual fantasies, Genesis understood that a reality between them was unlikely to materialize in the near future.

Jimmy winced at the pulsating ache in his head. Genesis, the ultimate head massager, had unexpectedly risen from the couch and settled herself on his lap, momentarily stunning him as he looked up to admire her beauty.

He quickly rested his free hand on her waist to prevent her from toppling over as she gazed down at him. “Place my hand on where it hurts so I can fix it.”

“Mamas, you don’t have to do this, it's fine. I can just take some tylenol when I get back to the hotel.”

“Lemme’ do it Jimmy.” With determination, she pressed on as Jimmy clutched her hand and guided it to the source of his discomfort at the back of his head. Instantly, she started to knead the area with both hands, eliciting a low groan from him.

His face nestled against her neck while she softly kneaded the back of his head. He set his phone aside on the couch and wrapped his other arm around her waist, drawing her nearer to him.

“Fuck, Gigi. You’re so good at this.” Jimmy groaned.

She shrugged her shoulders, “what can I say? My mother taught me well.” Genesis felt immense gratitude towards her mother for the care she provided and for teaching her how to support a man in times of need. Growing up, her father was often absent, frequently coming and going or failing to show up altogether, until her mother found a new partner.

Her life took a turn when her stepfather began to demonstrate what it truly means for a father to love his daughter. He imparted valuable lessons on how a man should care for his partner, which she carried into her relationship with Quincy.

She followed all the lessons her mother instilled in her, yet he still chose to betray her trust and inflict emotional pain. The principles her stepfather had shared about how a man should treat and care for a woman seemed to vanish when it came to Quincy. However, those very ideals resurfaced whenever she was with Jimmy.

His tenderness and patience towards her were remarkable, as if he was savoring each moment or carefully nurturing the bond of friendship they shared.

The alluring fragrance of her perfume enveloped Jimmy, drawing him in irresistibly. He leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her neck, sending delightful shivers racing down her spine.

The kiss was soft and tender, leaving a lingering warmth. He repeated the gesture, sending delightful shivers through her. As he rested on her chest, Genesis lovingly massaged the back of his head, their eyes meeting in a moment of connection.

“Hmm, you so good a taking care of me mamas.” Jimmy said softly.

She looked down at him, catching sight of his puppy-like eyes gazing up at her, which brought a fleeting smile to her face.

“That’s what friends are for Jim, and again I thank my mother for teaching me how to take care of a man.” Genesis responded as she felt him rubbing his hands against her back causing her breath to hitch a bit while he held onto her firmly.

He found himself in a challenging situation, with her breasts pressed against him as she straddled his lap. Despite his efforts to refrain from kissing her, the intimacy of her massaging his head and the closeness they shared made it nearly impossible to resist. He could sense her discomfort, yet the chemistry between them was undeniable.

“What’chu doing later on tonight?”

“Probably be in my hotel room watching something on the TV laying down in bed why?”

“You wanna go get some dinner before then? Knowing we got another flight to catch in the morning.”

They had another flight to catch on Friday morning, and following that, they would enjoy a two-day weekend before making their way to Monday Night Raw in Houston.

“Yeah, sure I wouldn’t mind. Even though I'd rather be at home and eat but for you I’ll go.” Jimmy laughed softly, recognizing that she was an introvert by preference—she clearly wasn’t the kind of person who thrived in bustling environments filled with people. “What time should I be prepared?”

“Be ready by nine, and send me your hotel room number so that way we could meet up.”

Genesis gently nodded as she continued to knead the back of his head, while Jimmy rested his head on her chest, savoring her beauty. She remained dedicated to easing his headache, fully absorbed in her task.

New York Marriott Downtown - 8:50PM

Genesis was just putting the final touches on her makeup when she noticed her phone light up with a notification from her best friend, Jade. She let out a deep sigh, bracing herself for the playful teasing she knew Jade would unleash about the dinner that Jimmy had organized for this evening.

Jadebae🌪️: JIMMY IS TAKING YOU TO DINNER BITCH?

Genesis sighed in exasperation, curious about who had spilled the beans to her best friend regarding her dinner date with Jimmy.

Gigi🤍: Yes, can you calm down? It’s just a casual dinner date that’s all nothing special is going to happen Jade who-even told you this?

Jadebae🌪️: NOTHING SPECIAL? GIRL

Jadebae🌪️: Jey had told me about it 😃

That figures she knew Jey would’ve ran his mouth about it to her as soon as Jimmy told him.

Gigi🤍: sigh I knew he would as soon as Jimmy told him 🙄

Jadebae🌪️: but girrrrl I heard that Samoan dick ain’t nun to play with

Gigi🤍: I don’t need to know that? Girl you know I’ve been celibate for like five years straight now I’m not just finna give him some when it’s just two friends going to dinner together

Jadebae🌪️: 🤷🏽‍♀️ I’m passing down the message from what I heard in the ladies locker room

Gigi🤍: was it about Jimmy?

Jadebae🌪️: nah it was about Zilla though one of the girls said that dick was good and huge so imma assume that Jimmy is also packing as well

Gigi🤍: again didn’t need to know that Jade we ain’t fucking

Just as she was about to reply, a notification from Jimmy caught her eye, prompting her to click on the message to see what it said.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Come open your door mamas I’m outside

She replied to Jade's message, letting her know that she needed to leave and would share the details later when she returned to the hotel room. After tucking her phone and the hotel room key card into her purse, she spritzed some perfume on herself before making her way to the door.

As she swung the door open, there he was, his towering 6'3" frame casting a shadow that made her feel petite. In his hand, he held a stunning bouquet of roses, instantly bringing a smile to her face. Her eyes quickly scanned his outfit for the evening—Jimmy was sporting a sleek all-black ensemble, complemented by his panda dunks and a Cuban link chain that glimmered around his neck. The piercings in both earlobes caught her attention, especially the grills that sparkled at the bottom of his teeth whenever he flashed a grin.

“These are for you.” Jimmy said while Genesis accepted the flowers from him, setting them down on the table fixed to the hotel room.

“Thank you for the roses, I love them.” Genesis responded.

Jimmy paused to appreciate Genesis' stunning beauty, extending his hand for her to grasp as he twirled her around, taking in the sight of her elegant black dress. She looked absolutely radiant tonight. He ran his tongue along his lips, savoring the moment.

“You look stunning Gigi.”

“Why, thank you sir. You look great too.”

“You ready to go? Ion want us to be late.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

As Genesis wrapped her arm around his, they strolled toward the elevator. She pressed the button and they stood together, eagerly awaiting the doors to open so they could embark on their date.

As she waited, she was unaware that Jimmy had slipped behind her, encircling her waist. He gently brushed her hair aside and planted a lingering kiss on her neck, then trailed his lips down to her shoulder blades, igniting a wave of warmth and desire that stirred deep within her.

“J-Jimmy?” She said softly.

“What’s up Mamas?” His voice resonated deeply, a rich timbre that sent shivers racing down her spine, prompting her to tilt her head further, inviting him to draw closer.

“What are you doing boy?” As she turned to look at him, their faces drew near, and it struck them both that they hadn't shared a kiss since that night at the hotel they spent together.

For a brief moment, they were captivated by each other's gaze, completely absorbed in one another. However, the sound of the elevator dinging as its doors slid open jolted them back to reality. Jimmy gently released his hold on her waist, allowing her to step into the elevator first, before he followed closely behind.

The elevator doors slid shut as she pressed the button for the lobby on the first floor. A heavy silence enveloped them, just inches apart. Genesis felt a warmth spreading within her, a throbbing ache that made her instinctively rub her thighs together in an attempt to soothe the sensation building between her legs.

Jimmy observed this as he pressed his lips together, tucking them in slightly. He was aware that his presence had a profound impact on her, causing her to become flustered and anxious whenever he was near or made contact with her.

As the elevator doors slid open, Genesis stepped out first, with Jimmy close behind. He wrapped his arm around her waist, prompting her to glance up at him with a sweet, innocent smile, as if she hadn’t just been subtly rubbing her thighs together moments before.

They arrived at his rental car parked in front of the building. He opened the passenger door for her, and she climbed into the Tesla, gently shutting the door behind her.

As he slid into the car, he spotted her already secured in her seat, observing him intently as he clicked his seatbelt into place and backed out of her driveway, setting off toward their evening's adventure.

As Genesis gazed through the window, the stars twinkled in the dark expanse above, while the moon cast a gentle light over everything, illuminating the buildings that sparkled throughout New York City. While they drove to the restaurant, she sensed his hand resting softly on her thigh, leading her to sneak a quick look at him, savoring the closeness they shared in that moment.

This evening, he looked incredibly handsome; it's remarkable how someone like him can possess such charm. His charisma seems timeless, and as he drove, Genesis found herself utterly captivated by him.

Every time she was near him, her mind was flooded with tantalizing fantasies—visions of him taking her, pushing her to her limits in a way that left her breathless and yearning for more.

“You love looking at me don’t you?” Jimmy asked as she turned her attention towards the city lights.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Jimmy.” Genesis responded with him caressing her thigh.

“Mhm, don’t play pretend now lil mama. I know you were stealing glances at me.” He said, glancing at her.

Genesis felt a knot of tension in his stomach as he tenderly squeezed and stroked her thigh with one hand on the steering wheel—he looked irresistibly handsome in that moment.

As they paused at the red light, Genesis sensed his hand gently lifting her chin, drawing her gaze into his warm, chocolate brown eyes. His thumb softly glided across her cheek, prompting a smile to bloom on her face at his unexpected caress.

“You so fucking pretty, it doesn’t make sense to me mamas.” No man had ever praised her quite like Jimmy did; he openly admired her beauty and cherished her smile.

He couldn't help but melt at her smile; it had an immediate effect on him. If he were being truthful, her grin sent a rush of excitement through him, stirring something deep within. She remained blissfully unaware of the powerful hold she had over him. As the traffic light shifted to green, he pressed on the accelerator, steering them toward their evening's adventure.

As they arrived at the restaurant's parking area, Jimmy turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. He made his way to her side and graciously opened the door for her.

Genesis grasped his hand, feeling that the shadows in his eyes carried a unique intensity tonight, even though she couldn't fully understand its meaning.

“You ready to head inside? You’re going to love the view.” Jimmy said.

“The view? Oh my god c’mon boy let’s go!” Genesis said as she dragged Jimmy with her inside of the building causing him to chuckle.

After dinner, Genesis stepped outside to take in the stunning cityscape, a glass of wine cradled in her hand. She appreciated how thoughtfully Jimmy had organized this evening for them. It was exactly what she needed, and she relished every moment of it.

In that moment, she sensed Jimmy's hands encircling her waist, drawing her nearer to him. The familiar scent of his favorite cologne enveloped her, intoxicating her senses as they both gazed at the breathtaking cityscape before them.

He gently pressed his lips against the back of her neck, brushing her hair aside to place soft kisses on the left side as well.

“Did you enjoy tonight Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“Mhm, I really did. This was a need honestly just to be away from a lot things and being in my head a lot thinking about things.” Genesis responded.

“Yeah, I feel you on that. If you don’t mind me asking—what made you honestly file for divorce?” He was really delving into personal matters tonight, which made sense since he was eager to learn more about her and gain a deeper insight into her marriage.

Genesis savored the final sip of her wine, setting the glass gently on the outdoor table before responding to his question. Should she reveal the true motivation behind her choice? Did she want to share the painful experience of her miscarriage and the toll it had taken on her mental well-being?

His thumb glided gently along her sides, instilling a sense of comfort that he effortlessly created, allowing her body to unwind completely.

“Honestly…” she begins to say, “I was just so done and mentally out of the marriage—I got tired of him sneaking around my back cheating and then would just emotionally abuse me making me feel less than.” She continued.

Jimmy was listening to her attentively as he continued to rub against her sides.

“Especially when I had a miscarriage due to the stress and him saying all of these horrible things to me including him threatening to hurt me.”

Miscarriage? She was pregnant?

She chuckled softly, “I felt so stupid for letting him get me pregnant and end up having a miscarriage due to him—you know he put the blame on me for the loss of our child? I was so pissed, really pissed.”

His heart shattered upon hearing her words; he had no idea she had endured so much with that man. The revelation filled him with a rage that overshadowed his sadness, intensifying his desire to confront the man who had hurt Genesis.

“That’s when I knew that it was time for me to leave him and divorce him but the final straw was when he stole money from me when I was the one that built his stupid company and that just opened my eyes even more—I just went ahead and filed for divorce.” Genesis sensed her eyes becoming watery and her nose starting to drip as she sniffled and dabbed at her tears.

Jimmy gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his. He noticed her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and it pained him deeply to witness her sorrow. Before he spoke, he tenderly brushed the tears from her cheeks. “No man shouldn’t put their wife through that including you, you’re too precious mamas.”

His words landed on her like a weighty stone, bringing a sheen to her eyes once more. “You deserve everything, Gigi, the entire universe, really. Any man would be lucky to have you, I swear it—just look at you.” He twirled her around, eliciting a laugh from her.

“You’re a fucking diamond Gigi.” To him, she was truly a diamond; her beauty consistently ensnared his spirit whenever she entered the room, radiating allure. It ignited a spark within him as well.

“Honestly, I don’t know if I’m ready for another relationship, Jimmy—I don’t know if someone else will heal my scars and what I’ve been through during them 5 years with Quincy. I’ve been closing my heart out for so long I don’t know if I’m ready.” Genesis said.

Genesis was certain that she wasn't seeking anything serious and believed she wasn't prepared to enter another relationship. However, every time she was near Jimmy, something would spark inside her. His touch, his kisses, and the way he held her close at night stirred something deep within her.

But was she truly prepared for everything that lay ahead? Was she willing to dismantle her defenses and allow her heart to be vulnerable once more?

"I get it, Gigi. When you meet the right guy, you'll feel ready," he said. "Just keep in mind that you're a precious diamond, and don't let anyone convince you otherwise, okay?" Genesis nodded, feeling comforted as he tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb and pressed a gentle kiss on her temple.

Unbeknownst to them, a furious observer lurked within the building, seething at the sight of the two enjoying their date together.

“You ready to go home or you wanna stay here for a little bit?”

“I want to enjoy the view of the city a little bit more then you can take us back to the hotel.” Jimmy gently nodded while wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his face in her shoulder as they both took in the breathtaking view of the city.

As the soothing sounds of cars and the gentle breeze intertwined, the melody of "Seoul City" by Jennie filled the restaurant, prompting them to sway together in harmony with the music.

Jimmy embraced her tightly, her face nestled against his chest, inhaling the scent of his favorite cologne as they swayed to the music. She felt his hand softly caressing her back, while his fingers intertwined with her smaller ones, creating an intimate connection between them.

As they danced, their gazes locked, and in the rhythm of the music, she noticed a glimmer in his deep chocolate brown eyes—something she hadn't encountered in quite some time.

He twirled her around before leaning her back, drawing her close so they could gaze into each other's eyes again. The intensity of his stare made her shyly avert her gaze, overwhelmed by a rush of nerves.

"Turn your gaze to me, princess." His voice was deep and resonant, compelling her to focus on him right away. "You're so incredibly beautiful, darling." The way his tone lowered sent a wave of warmth through her, making her heart flutter.

She had never experienced such intense desire for a man like him, who clearly understood the effect he had on her. The urge to abandon all restraint and leap into his arms was overwhelming, yet she managed to hold herself back.

She could feel his soft kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline, sending her heart racing wildly. The sensation of his lips on her cheek left her feeling flustered and breathless.

“J-Jimmy.” Genesis whispered softly.

“Hm?” Jimmy hummed.

“What are you doing?” She whispered.

He gently held her chin, their noses almost touching, both longing for a kiss and desiring more from one another. Their lips barely grazed against each other.

Yearning.

Begging.

So Desperately.

So Teasingly.

She bit her lower lip, pulling it back in a silent plea for him to kiss her, while the song playing in the background intensified the moment.

‘I see your soul.’

‘let me ease your mind.’

Jimmy pressed his lips to hers as they lost themselves in a passionate kiss—this one was unlike any they had shared before. It carried a deeper sense of longing and desire, almost pleading, as if it whispered, "I want you." Genesis wrapped her arms around his neck, while his hands slid down to her hips, holding her tightly as they swayed together to the rhythm of the music.

The way his tongue danced within her mouth drew her further into the kiss, gradually intensifying their connection. She felt herself melting into the moment, lost in a blissful haze as she savored being with this man.

He possessed a menacing aura, yet he treated her with remarkable tenderness.

His caresses left her breathless, unsure of how to handle herself whenever he was near.

He effortlessly spoke all the right words, never pushing, and had a remarkable ability to put her at ease.

It was natural for him.

Jimmy's kisses traveled from her jawline to her neck, where he gently sucked, eliciting a soft moan that escaped her lips.

“J-Jimmy, wait.” She moaned softly.

“My fault princess, I got carried away.” He says softly looking into her eyes.

“Stop apologizing all the time, it’s okay. C’mon take me home sir.” Jimmy chuckled softly at her while nodding his head as she intertwined her hands with his.

Zilla was desperate to escape the scene unfolding before him—he absolutely loathed Jimmy's essence for putting him through this.

Jimmy and Genesis returned to the hotel, with her draping his coat over her shoulders to ward off the evening chill. As they reached her hotel room, she rummaged through her purse to retrieve the key card for the door.

With a smile, she slid his coat off her shoulders and handed it back to him.

“Thank you for tonight Jimmy, I enjoyed it so much.” Genesis said.

“We can do it more often if you want Gigi, or take mini walks with each other if you need a breather.” Jimmy said.

She longed for an escape like that, a chance to break free from her thoughts. "Absolutely, I would adore that," she said. He nodded in agreement, and as they embraced, she felt the warmth of his strong arms wrapped securely around her waist.

Inhaling each other's fragrance before gently separating.

“You okay by yourself tonight mama?”

“Yeah, If I’m not I’ll text you.”

“A’ight, I’ll see you in the morning?”

Genesis nodded in agreement as they exchanged farewells before she entered her hotel room. Once inside, she quickly closed the door and leaned against it, her hand resting over her heart.

Her heart raced uncontrollably. What was he doing to her? Why did he have such a profound impact on her?

Whatever it was it had her mind in a daze.

After finishing her shower, she slipped into bed beneath the sheets, yawning from exhaustion. She planned to share the details of her date with Jimmy with Jade in the morning, fully aware of her friend's curiosity.

As she prepared to go to bed, she noticed a text message from Jimmy. Curiously, she unlocked her phone to check what he had to say.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I miss you Gigi

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: my bed is empty without you in it

She felt like that too.

Gigi🤍: come here then

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: nah you c’mere now, I miss yo’ pretty ass already so come I’ll be waiting

Genesis found herself pondering whether to enter his hotel room and nestle against his chest tonight. She bit her lower lip as she rose from the bed, reaching for her phone and slipping on her silky robe. Dressed only in a crop top and snug booty shorts, she completed her look with a pair of adorable socks on her feet.

She made her way down the hallway, turning left to open the door, as the rest of the guests were either on their own floor or sound asleep upstairs. Meanwhile, she strolled toward Jimmy's hotel room, her petite 5'2" frame moving with purpose.

As soon as she finished, she rapped on the door, anticipating his arrival to let her in. A strange sensation crept over her, as if someone were observing her from afar; the hairs on her arms stood on end, amplifying her unease.

She dismissed the thought as the door swung open, revealing his tall 6'3" frame standing shirtless. His tribal tattoos adorned his chest, and his tousled hair added to his allure, complemented by the Cuban link chain hanging around his neck. He looked absolutely stunning.

He welcomed her into his hotel room with a smile, the dim light casting shadows as the TV flickered in the background. It appeared he was engrossed in whatever was playing on the screen. His gaze caught on her robe, which clung to her figure in all the right places, prompting him to lick his lips before quickly tucking them away.

“Mamas.” He called for her as she gave him her attention.

“Yes?” Genesis spoke gently as he approached her, pulling at her robe to indicate that he wanted her to remove it.

“What’chu hiding behind this robe mama?”

“I’m not hiding anything underneath this robe, just something I normally wear.”

Genesis loosened her robe, allowing it to cascade to the floor, exposing her choice of sleepwear. He couldn't help but notice her pajama selection, particularly as she turned to place the robe aside, her figure swaying in the snug booty shorts that left him feeling a bit constrained in his own shorts.

She leaned forward, draping her robe over the chair, when she sensed him behind her, his hands firmly grasping her hips, drawing her nearer to his arousal that pressed against her.

Genesis turned around facing him as she looked into his eyes trying to read into them. “What Jimmy?”

“Why, you bending over like that in these little ass shorts huh?”

“Because I can? You didn’t buy these clothes now did you?” He was taken aback by her snarky remarks causing him to chuckle.

He lowered himself, lifting her by the thighs while she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him. He carried her toward his bed, cradling her gently between her legs.

In the cozy embrace of the bed, they snuggle closely, his face nestled against her neck as she encircles him with her arms, while he softly kisses her neck.

As her fingers delicately wove through his curls, she massaged them gently, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from him. “Damn, Gigi. Yo’ ass finna make me fall asleep first if you keep doing that.” She chuckled at him while rolling her eyes.

“Well get some rest then, we have a long flight for Houston tomorrow morning.”

“You're right.” She noticed him drifting in and out of slumber, his eyes gently shutting, while she absentmindedly twirled her hair curls, captivated by the scene.

As she was soon to follow, closing her eyes in the process.

The television flickered softly in the background while they drifted off to sleep, their snores intertwining as they nestled closely together. Zilla watched them from a distance, feeling a deep sense of turmoil at the sight of their intimate embrace.

He knew that she’ll be his sooner or later.

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a/n: Zilla is Trippin over Genesis like sir she doesn't want you dawg like get over it yo’ cousin got her head over heels for him. As for Jimmy and Genesis relationship it’s getting there fasho.

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

STAY UCEY.

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