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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, self-defense.

word count: 7.2k

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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Houston, Texas - 3:30PM

Genesis was at the gym alone, wearing her headphones and listening to music as she ran on the treadmill for two to three hours. She had several tasks to complete before heading to work for tonight's Friday Night Smackdown show.

She intended to have her nails and toes done today, along with her hair. She discussed her plans with Jade, hoping to complete everything before the show begins tonight.

She hadn't heard from Jimmy since last night when they shared a hotel room again. He missed her, and she hoped he was doing well, likely managing things with that girl Trinity.

It wasn't her concern, yet she couldn't shake thoughts of her date with Jimmy from yesterday. He had been so tender with her, and when they kissed, it felt like she was floating on air whenever he was near.

She felt unable to control herself whenever he touched or kissed her, making her feel as if she were the only girl in the world at that moment. Suddenly, she heard a message in her headphones from the very man she had been thinking about.

What surprised her the most was the message stating that he had sent her some money for something, as she paused the treadmill and grabbed her phone, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹 sent 1.2k on cash app.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: here you go mamas get everything you need to get done today so I can have a good look at you when I see you at work princess 🫶🏼

He made an extra effort to send her money for everything she needed to take care of before tonight, as she replied to his message.

Gigi🤍: Jimmy you didn’t have to do allat for me

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I wanted to princess you deserve it especially being all pretty and shit

Gigi🤍: Jimmy I cannot accept this please take it back…

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: keep it mamas I’m not having a debate about this now go get dolled up princess I’ll see you at work 🫶🏼

She felt the urge to continue protesting until another message from him appeared.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you also got a surprise back at the hotel in yo’ room I think you’ll love em 

What did this man get her this time?

Gigi🤍: Jimmy….don’t spoil me like this 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: imma keep spoiling you princess don’t matter if you refuse or not imma still do it until you realize how important and special you are 

It filled her with warmth to read that, realizing he was the motivation behind her perseverance, alongside her best friend and Cody, of course. But it was Jimmy who inspired her to keep pushing forward each day.

Gigi🤍: I love you so much friend 🫶🏼

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too ❤️

Genesis glanced at the time on her Apple Watch and realized it was nearly time to prepare for her nail appointment, followed by her hair appointment. She decided to save any leftover money for her savings.

She stepped off the treadmill, picked up her Stanley cup, and scanned the area to ensure she hadn’t left anything behind at the gym before heading to her appointment.

Upon reaching her hotel room, she used the card key to unlock the door. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a bouquet of flowers on the table and a small box containing a four-leaf bracelet, along with her favorite shoes that she had long desired. How could he have known about all of this?

She felt a wave of overwhelm wash over her as she faced everything ahead, aware that she needed to pull herself together for her appointments. She decided to set those worries aside for now and headed to take a shower.

Once she finished everything today, her mind was solely focused on the gifts that Jimmy had unexpectedly given her. In fact, she even wore the bracelet he had bought her earlier before entering the building.

People around her remarked on her radiant appearance—perhaps it was due to Jimmy's influence. This effect left her feeling a bit scatterbrained as she rehearsed the script, pretending to hold a microphone, all while listening to a voice she wished to avoid.

She chose to disregard that individual, fully aware it was Zilla trying to reach her. However, she didn't have the bandwidth to handle his nonsense today and was determined to concentrate on her work.

“You hear me calling you baby girl.” Zilla said with his hands inside of his pockets.

She rolled her eyes at him, “I don’t need to respond to you like can you get over this please? I’m not giving you any coochie sir.” Genesis said.

Zilla realized she was wearing a new bracelet and, with a knowing smirk, poked his tongue into his cheek, fully aware that Jimmy had purchased it—much to his annoyance.

“Why? Is Jimmy dicking you down? Is that why?” Again if they were, what does that matter to him? It wasn’t his business anyways.

“Imma let you assume what you want because you seem so desperate my nigga.”

“Yeah, because I want you and some of that.” He tried touching her until she slapped his hand away glaring at him. “Look here, nigga ion need you to ruin my day because it’s been good so far and I don’t need yo desperate ass trying to get something out of me.”

Just as she was about to leave, he caught her by the arm, halting her movement. “Is it about him? He can't take care of you the way I can, baby girl.”

She pulled her arm away from him once more, pushing him back a bit. Confused by his behavior, she felt her irritation growing until he uttered something that sent chills down her spine.

"I observe every single action you take with him, and it hurts me deeply each time I see you together—sneaking into his hotel room, going on dates, sharing kisses. Is this what friends truly do?" Genesis sensed it; she felt something was off the night she stayed in Jimmy's hotel room. Meanwhile, Zilla had been watching them closely ever since they began their conversations.

“You’ve been stalking me? Are you fucking crazy?” Genesis said.

“I mean I would say that, but yeah I am because I’m tryna be in allat but you keep playing baby girl.” Zilla responded with a smile on his face.

“Nigga, you ain’t getting shit from me. you don’t even deserve it so why would I give it up to you?”

He let out a low, sinister laugh as he approached her, making her step back in uncertainty about his intentions. Suddenly, he seized her by the waist, drawing her nearer to him.

Genesis sensed her heart racing in her chest as she gazed into his eyes, which were devoid of emotion and filled with despair.

“All these pretty women in here know that I dick them down so good they couldn’t even take it—and you’re so stubborn missing out on all of this with a man that’s dealing with that girl Trinity.”

Genesis knew about Trinity especially when he told her that he didn’t really mess with her because she’s only using him for his money. There was nothing serious between the two of them.

“You tryna play mind tricks on me and that won’t work out for you—back the fuck up.” She tried to shove him away only for him to wrap his hand around her throat, choking her.

At that moment, he uttered a threatening remark that filled her with fear about his potential actions: “When I catch you off guard, I’ll take what I desire, and you’ll be grateful and want to be with me.” Genesis had trained in self-defense for situations like this—she swiftly kicked him in the stomach, making him groan, and followed up with a slap to his face.

She seized his arm, twisting it behind him as she pressed his face against the wall.

“Don’t fucking play with me bitch ass nigga, I’m not the one of these fucking women in here who can just give it up so easily so if you think you can get some coochie out from me then you’re sadly mistaken.” She said, “So you better keep it pushing fuck boy.” She continued while letting him go as she walked away from him going somewhere to clear her mind while texting Jade to come see her.

Genesis felt relieved that she had brought along some pre-rolled blunts, but she decided to hold off on smoking them for now. At that moment, she really needed her best friend and Jimmy, though she hadn’t seen him all day. Memories flooded back of when Quincy had threatened her, trying to coerce her into sleeping with him after she discovered he was cheating on her with a girl from his workplace.

The thought of all those nights spent crying until she drifted off to sleep, her eyes stained with dried tears, weighed heavily on her heart. Each morning, she would wake up with swollen, red eyes.

At last, she found a quiet place to gather her thoughts, but that’s when the tears began to flow, smudging her makeup. Her body trembled as she wished for Jade or Jimmy to come in and soothe her before an anxiety attack took hold.

Her breathing became erratic, prompting her to take a moment to calm down. She slowly closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling to find some peace. Just then, she heard the door creak open, and she opened her eyes to see Jade standing there. Her best friend's makeup was smudged from tears, which made her heart ache. Jade quietly shut the door behind her and walked over to Genesis.

Jade wrapped her arms around her best friend, feeling her gentle sobs against her chest. As she rubbed her back, she reassured her that everything would be alright. "Bestie, what did Jimmy do?" Jade guessed that Jimmy had messed up, but Genesis simply shook her head.

Genesis replied, her voice trembling, "He hasn't done anything wrong. Jimmy is really sweet and caring. He bought me some things and even sent me money to get dressed up—it's his damn cousin Zilla."

“Girrrl what? Okay period Jimmy I see you.”

“What happened bestie?” She asked.

"Do you recall me mentioning that something seemed off? Like I felt someone was watching me? Zilla has been following me the entire time, especially when I'm with Jimmy, and he’s been making threats to rape me, Jade…" Genesis noticed Jade's eyes widen in shock at her words. "I knew something was wrong with him, I just knew it."

Genesis nodded her head, “but I don’t know if I should tell Jimmy.”

“Gigi, that’s your friend, you should be able to tell him anything, especially when it comes to his cousin threatening you.”

She recognized that Jade was correct, but the thought of the two of them clashing frightened her; it brought back memories of Quincy.

“What if they start fighting each other again? I can’t bare to see them fighting.” 

“I’ll pull you away from all of that Gigi, but you need to talk to him about this.” Genesis nodded her head listening to her best friend knowing that she needed to speak to Jimmy about all of this. “I‘ll talk to him about it whenever I see him because I haven’t seen him all day.”

“Just text him and also I rented us an Airbnb so we can just chill and drink after work of course.” Jade said.

“Okay, but can you fix my makeup please so I can look all dolled up again.” Genesis asked as Jade chuckled at her.

“Yeah, girl c’mon.” Genesis headed to her messages and tapped on Jimmy’s name, sending him a text in the hope that he would notice it while she and Jade made their way to the ladies' locker room.

Jimmy just finished taking care of himself while thinking about Genesis. He has been missing her all day because he was busy going over his script for tonight's show. After that, he and Jey had a photoshoot with their tag team titles, leaving him no time to see her.

While he was wiping himself with a paper towel, he heard his phone beep. He pulled it from his pocket and opened a message from Genesis, reading it carefully.

Gigi🤍: Where are you? I’ve been missing you all day and haven’t seen you. We need to talk about something.

He felt a wave of dread wash over him as he read the text message, fearing he had made a mistake.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: is everything okay Mamas?

Gigi🤍: No, I really need you right now 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight send me yo’ location I’m otw

Gigi🤍 has sent you their location

Jimmy looked at her location and saw she was nearby, so he quickly gathered his belongings and stepped out, closing the door behind him. He felt a sense of concern, hoping he hadn’t upset her, as it was clear she needed him urgently.

While he was heading to her location, he ran into his cousin, leading them to exchange glances.

“My fault dawg.” Jimmy said as he was about to walk away until Zilla had said something.

“You've been spending a lot of time with Gigi lately uce, what’s up with that?” Zilla said.

Jimmy tilted his head and looked at him, asking, “Is it because she’s my friend? Am I not allowed to hang out with Gigi?” He pressed on, “And why do you even care about what we’re up to?”

"I noticed what you have going on with her, and I'm guessing you're also sleeping with her? It looks to me like she's not ready to let go." Jimmy smirked, pressing his tongue against his cheek while laughing at him—regardless of whether he was with her, it wasn't Zilla's concern. "I bet she calls you daddy, right?"

Jimmy refused to let Zilla get to him. He let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes, aware of Zilla's attempts to provoke him.

“Again what me and her do is none of your business dawg, so mind yo’ fucking business and keep it pushing.” Jimmy was on the verge of leaving when he snapped after hearing Zilla's comments about Genesis.

“Must be nice to fuck her and see her naked, I bet she’s a good little slut for yo—“ Jimmy delivered a powerful right hook to Zilla's face, causing him to fall to the ground, completely unconscious. Jimmy then approached and yanked Zilla up by his hair.

“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect Genesis and call her that again what we do is none of your fucking business.” Jimmy released Zilla's hair with a spit and walked over to Genesis, leaving Zilla unconscious on the ground.

Upon arriving at her place, he took a moment to steady himself before knocking on the door, anticipating her response. He was still in disbelief over Zilla's comments suggesting he was involved with her. Jimmy held Genesis in high regard; he would never betray her trust without her explicit consent.

Perhaps she wanted to discuss Zilla—maybe Zilla had said something that upset her, prompting her to text him. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, revealing Genesis standing there, looking stunning. It felt as if his breath was taken away at the sight of her.

She allowed him to enter and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the counter, gesturing for her to come closer. She approached and stood before him, his tall 6'3" frame towering over her shorter stature. As he placed his hands on her hips, she looked up into his eyes.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, prompting him to kneel and lift her by her thighs. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he set her down on the counter, positioning himself between her legs.

He moved closer, pressing his lips against hers as they shared a passionate kiss. It was slow and deep, reflecting the longing they felt for one another. Genesis sensed his hands gliding down her ass, gently cradling her curves while their tongues danced together in a tender embrace.

“I missed you pretty girl.” Jimmy murmured between kisses.

Genesis's fingers wove through his curls as she heard his hat drop to the ground. She pulled him closer, intensifying the kiss and feeling their teeth collide.

“I missed you too, Jimmy.” Genesis murmured back.

Genesis could sense her panties becoming damp as she was positioned beneath him, especially with the scent of his cologne that she adored enveloping her.

Jimmy's kisses traveled from her jawline to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She tilted her head, granting him further access, and let out a soft moan.

“J-Jimmy.” 

“Hm? What’s wrong mama?” Jimmy had pulled away for a second staring into her doe-like eyes.

“It’s something I need to talk to you about.” With that he kept his hands cupped onto her ass cheeks while listening to her talk. “What’s up Gigi.”

Genesis let out a gentle sigh, “Your cousin Zilla…he…” Her words faded as she briefly averted her gaze. Jimmy, noticing, lifted her chin and tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb, prompting her to meet his eyes. “What’s going on, Gigi?”

She was determined not to ruin her makeup again by letting her emotions get the best of her.

She said, "He threatened to rape me, Jimmy. Your cousin actually threatened me. I'm really scared, Jimmy." She noticed his expression shift to something she had never seen before.

“When was this?”

“Like three hours ago, I managed to shove him against the wall.” Jimmy's eyes widened when he heard that she had pushed him against the wall—he respected her for that, realizing she was capable of defending herself. “Show me.” 

"I don't want to hurt you, Jimmy." He laughed as he assisted her down from the counter, where she had been standing in front of him. "You’re not going to hurt me; just show me how you did it." With that, she seized Jimmy by the arm, twisted it behind his back, and grabbed his hair, pushing him against a nearby wall with his face pressed into it.

He was inexplicably drawn to this situation—it excited him to witness how she defended herself against men like Zilla. "Are you alright?" Genesis inquired.

“Mhm, I’m fine. Lemme’ do it to you.” Jimmy responded as Genesis' eyes went wide.

“Jimmy, ion think it’s necessary.” Jimmy shook his head, determined to give it a try on her, while she sighed and rolled her eyes at him. They had changed places, with him positioned behind her and her in front.

Jimmy had pulled her arm behind her back and yanked her hair, forcing her against the wall with her face pressed into it. Genesis could feel his rigid body pressing against her backside as they remained in that position for a minute, and she sensed a dampness in her panties.

Jimmy felt his arousal pressing against her, prompting a soft groan as he realized he needed to regain control. He released her and stepped back, turning to face her as she turned around to look at him.

His facial expressions indicated that he was uneasy about something, though she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

“Are you good mamas?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine, are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.” Genesis responded as she came closer to him but he backed away from her.

“I-I’m good Gigi. I heard Jade got us an Airbnb for us to chill later after the show, make sure you bring some clothes and stuff.” Genesis approached him with a nod, aware of his firm state. She wrapped her arms around his neck, indicating that he should lift her up.

As she wrapped her legs around him, he felt her body pressing against his, driving him wild with desire—he craved her intensely. She softly kissed his lips, and he instantly reacted, gazing up at her.

“You so fine princess.” 

“You’re handsome yourself pretty boy.” He chuckled at her softly as he pressed his lips against her kissing her some more. “You like the gifts I gotchu?”

She nodded her head, “yeah I did but you didn’t have to do all of that for Jimmy.”

“I told you imma spoil you Gigi even if you don’t what it imma still do it so ion need you complaining.” Genesis smacked her teeth at him while forming her lips into a pout. “Too damn cute c’mon girl let’s go.”

Airbnb - 10:30PM

Everyone gathered at the Airbnb Jade had booked for the night, enjoying drinks and smoking weed on the porch. Meanwhile, Genesis lounged on the couch, scrolling through her social media while occasionally looking over at Jimmy, who was chatting with his twin brother and some colleagues.

Jade approached her and sat down beside her, playfully tickling her feet, which made Genesis kick out in laughter.

“Girl, you’re so annoying bro.” Genesis said.

“Gigi, you look too comfortable over here, where's yo’ man?” Jade Teased her as Genesis rolled her eyes at her. “We are just friends, Jade nothing more.”

“Why are you lying Gigi? I know it’s something goin on between you and him.” 

“I’m not lying, he's just being a good friend to me that’s all.” Jade shot her a glance but chose not to delve deeper into the topic. Instead, she declared that they were about to play a game together. Genesis exchanged a knowing look with Jimmy, fully aware of what was about to unfold.

Genesis quickly sat up as she noticed Jimmy approaching her, with everyone else following suit. "We're about to play Never Have I Ever. I assume you all know the rules?" Everyone nodded in agreement while they continued to pay attention to Jade.

Jimmy rested his hand on Genesis' thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze that drew her attention. She turned her head to face him as he cupped her chin, and a wave of anxiety washed over her—was he really doing this in front of others? She glanced around to ensure no one was watching before returning her gaze to him.

“Are you crazy?” Genesis questioned him.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. “Ain’t nobody looking mama just give me a peck.” 

“What if we get caught, then they’ll know.”

“Let em know then it’s not their business what we do or you wanna wait?” This was the most suitable choice for the moment. Engaging in this activity in public posed too much risk, particularly with the onlookers nearby. Genesis preferred to keep her relationship private; she wasn't fond of displaying affection in front of others, as it wasn't her preference.

“We can wait for a while until the game is over with.” Genesis responded.

“A’ight then mama we will wait.” Jimmy replied.

Players began the game with their hands raised, discussing things they had or hadn't done as others lowered their fingers. Jade noticed Genesis and Jimmy sitting together, with Jimmy's hand resting on her thigh, and she could see how happy her best friend was with him.

“Never have I ever been celibate for over five years.” Jade said as Genesis looked at her with wide eyes.

Genesis let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, then flashed Jade the middle finger. As she lowered her hand, gasps erupted from those nearby—she sensed Jimmy watching her; he was unaware of her long period of celibacy. Perhaps there was a valid reason behind it.

“Gigi, you haven’t got no dick?” Jey asked.

“Oh my god, no I haven’t had any dick in five years. I’m just waiting for the right person. That's all I stopped having sex with Quincy after what he did.” She explained feeling her heart beating out of her chest.

“Damn, maybe a certain person could help you out with that.” He said.

Genesis glanced at Jimmy, who was already gazing at her intently. He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered, “I can help you with that.” She playfully nudged him and smiled, surprised that he was teasing her about it.

“Don’t be fucking teasing me Jimmy.”

“I can tease you all I want, yo’ short ass ain’t gonna do nothing about it princess.”

She arched an eyebrow at him, "Are you willing to make a wager on that?" He enjoyed pushing her buttons to see how she'd respond, even with their height disparity. "Yes, I actually am."

She smiled and nodded at him, saying, “I’ll take care of you when we go upstairs, handsome.” Jade noticed the two of them joking and laughing together, and she had another question ready to tease her best friend even further.

Jade remembered Genesis sharing her frustrations about Quincy’s performance in bed, expressing her desire for a man who could satisfy her completely, to the extent that she would make a mess, since Quincy wasn’t meeting her needs.

And with Jade hearing that Samoans were packing she couldn’t help but to tease Genesis.

“Never Have I ever been dick down good.” Genesis and Jimmy's conversation came to a halt when she spoke, prompting Genesis to once again give her the middle finger. She wondered why her best friend was teasing her tonight, particularly in front of Jimmy.

“Jadeeeee oh my fucking god bro.”

“What? I’m just saying girl, place ya finger down.” Genesis pressed her finger down, burying her face in Jimmy's neck, unable to handle the teasing from her best friend at that moment.

“Quincy hadn’t been hitting it right? Damn he fumbled a baddie dawg.” Jey chimed.

“Thank you! That’s what I said Jey like he was tripping honestly.” Jade said as she was agreeing with him.

As the game went on, Genesis leaned against Jimmy's shoulder, feeling weary as she looked up at him while he took a sip of his beer. He noticed her resting on him, her sleepy eyes fixed on his face.

“You tired mamas?” 

She nodded and yawned, rubbing her eyes with her hands. Then, she settled down, resting her head on his lap while he gently brushed her hair aside to see her face more clearly.

“I’ll take you upstairs after they get done playing this stupid ass game aight?” 

“Okay.” She spoke in a gentle, drowsy tone, her eyes fluttering shut as she effortlessly drifted off to sleep on his lap while he browsed through his social media.

He heard her adorable snores coming from her lips, which made him chuckle as he sipped his beer. Just then, a text from his twin brother caught his attention, prompting him to click on it.

Twin⚡️: Dawg what’s going on with you and Gigi?

Here he goes.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: There’s nothing going on between me and Gigi why does everyone keep asking this?

Twin⚡️: bc I can see the way you've been looking at her Uce and then I’m hearing that you spend a band on her today and have her some money for her to get her nails done including her hair?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: so? 

Twin⚡️: so?? Mane people be doing allat stuff when they in a relationship with someone and you doing just that so fr what’s going on?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: ain’t nun going on twin I’m just protecting her and taking her out on dates and mini walks with her so she could clear her head ion need her in her head a lot that’s all.

Twin⚡️: so you ain’t fucking her?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: no I’m not i respect Gigi

Twin⚡️: I mean from what I’ve heard she probably got a lot of pressure build up after being celibate for five years now maybe you can fix that.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: when the time is right but for rn I’m just being there for her that’s all I’m not gonna pressure her into anything she doesn’t want especially since she isn’t looking for anything.

Twin⚡️: like relationship wise?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, but ion mind waiting unlike Zilla did she tell you what she told me earlier?

Twin⚡️: No? What happened? 🤨

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Zilla threatened to rape her Twin and that pissed me off especially since Zilla had the nerve to come up to me saying how I’m fucking her bc she wouldn’t give it up to him like wtf?

Twin⚡️: woahhhh wait a min he’s out of pocket for that shit imma have to speak to him about that bro what’s wrong with him?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: ion know but he better keep it pushing and leave Gigi alone fr yk ion play that shi when it comes to her

Twin⚡️: he lucky he ain’t here ass would’ve been handled but what she gonna do now?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: me and her are just going to share a hotel room together until this obsession he has on her is done ion need her hurt you know? She’s been through enough 

Twin⚡️: yeah I hear you twin ion want that for her either but imma let yall be for now

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mane stfu 😭😭

Jimmy sensed Genesis move in her sleep as he finished his beer and set the bottle on the table. He tucked his phone into the pocket of his shorts and lifted Genesis in a bridal carry, making his way upstairs to the bedroom they were sharing for the night.

Upon entering the bedroom, he noticed a spacious master bed that was just right for them. The room was adorned with LED lights, creating an ideal atmosphere for the two of them. He gently laid Genesis on the bed and covered her with blankets to keep her warm, as the night was turning chilly.

He brushed her hair aside, revealing her lovely face. His thumb softly stroked her cheek, bringing a smile to her sleeping lips as she dreamt, curious about who occupied her thoughts.

Jimmy leaned in and gently kissed her lips before rising from his knees. He then headed back downstairs to grab another beer from the fridge, noticing Jade approaching him.

She stood with her arms crossed, watching him as he flinched at her gesture of placing his hand over his chest. "You can't be scaring people like that, girl," Jimmy remarked.

“My Bad Uce, I was trying to see what’s going on with you and Gigi. She's been glowing lately and I know you got something to do with that.” Jade said.

Jimmy took a sip from his second bottle of beer before responding, “You could say I’m involved in her glow. I’m just looking out for her, nothing else.”

"So, here's a question: that kiss you both had a few weeks back at the club didn't mean anything?" It actually meant a lot to both of them; they found it hard to stay away from each other, but he wasn't about to say that in front of Jade.

It definitely meant something, but seeing Zilla's reaction was great. Jade nodded in agreement. "Are you really spoiling my best friend? You know she can't stand being spoiled because she thinks she doesn't deserve it." Jimmy paused mid-sip of his beer, looking at Jade with a puzzled expression.

Jade chose to explain to him that Genesis felt this way because of Quincy. He made her feel increasingly inadequate, never spending a cent on her while using his money on the women he had cheated on her with.

Whenever Genesis brought it up, he would simply invent excuses for his spending, claiming that she didn’t deserve to be pampered, regardless of whether she cared for him or not.

Jimmy felt a deep sense of sorrow upon learning about the struggles Genesis faced in her marriage to a man who failed to appreciate her.

"That's why when she mentioned that you had bought her some things, particularly her favorite shoes, and even sent her money to get dressed up, I could tell she was thrilled." She remarked, "Gigi has never sounded so joyful about a man buying her something." She went on to say.

“Cody told me she been wanting them shoes since forever so I just went out my way and bought em for her.” 

“I told her yall would be a great couple together.” Jimmy agreed with her knowing that they’ll be perfect for each other but he wasn’t going to rush her about it. “Yeah, but she’s not looking for any serious but I’m willing to wait for her honestly until she’s ready.”  

Jade smiled at him while giving him a hug as he hugged her back before pulling away, “thank you for being there for her.”

“Of course I’ll do anything for Gigi, she’s important to me too.” With that Jade and Jimmy continued to talk to each other about Gigi and other things until it was time for everyone to head to sleep.

Midnight - 1:30AM

Genesis awoke from her deep sleep and noticed she was alone in bed, with Jimmy absent by her side. She got out of bed, made her way to the stairs, and entered the kitchen to find something to drink, as her mouth felt parched.

While pouring herself a drink, she heard the toilet flush and the sink running in the bathroom, indicating someone was inside. Leaning against the counter, she took a sip of her water and noticed Jimmy emerging from the bathroom, looking great with his shirt off and his hair tousled.

She glanced at his grey Nike shorts and noticed the outline of his manhood, confirming Jade's claim about Samoans being well-endowed—his size was evident. When their eyes met, she smiled and waved at him.

He approached her, positioning himself directly in front of her. His hands rested on her hips, gently rubbing both sides as Genesis finished her water and turned her focus toward him.

“What’chu doing up this late Gigi?” Jimmy inquired with a voice that was deep and smooth, reminiscent of honey.

Genesis replied, "I got thirsty after my long nap," as Jimmy noticed the outfit she was still wearing from her sleep. "Didn’t you consider changing before coming down?"

Genesis shook her head. "No, I wanted to, but since you were down here, I had to stick around." Jimmy raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips.

“You wanted my attention?”

She trailed her fingers down his tribal ink feeling his hands cupping her ass gripping them both.

“I always get yo’ attention daddy.” She smiled at him after speaking, reaching for her water bottle as she noticed his astonished expression. Before continuing, Genesis planted a kiss on his cheek and said, “I’ll see you upstairs then.”

She turned to leave, but he grabbed the hem of her jean shorts, pulling her back against the counter while she gazed at him with an innocent expression. “What’chu say mama?”

“I don’t know what you mean Jimmy.” 

“Gigi, don’t play with me you know what you said.”

Genesis began to complain in frustration, crossing her arms and pouting her lips. “Jonathan I’m tired and I want to go back to sleep.”

“I’m tired too, Gigi, but now I’m up after what’chu just said to me acting like I won’t do nun.” Genesis innocently wrapped her arms around his neck teasing him, “what I do daddy?” Her voice took on a softer tone, playfully stirring something deep inside him.

“There you go again mamas, why you keep playing with me?” Jimmy softly kissed her neck, causing her body to tremble with each touch.

“I’m not playing with you Jimmy, I’m just teasing you.”

Jimmy pressed soft kisses along her neck as she tilted her head, granting him greater access. He lifted her by the thighs and carried her to the couch.

Jimmy gently kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan that escaped her lips and reached his ear, while her fingers played with his soft curls.

“You like teasing me huh?” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“Mhmm, sure, do pretty boy.” Genesis said softly.

“What if I just yank this shirt off of you and played with these titties you gon’ stop me?” Genesis looked down at him while he patiently awaited her consent to make contact.

He kissed her jawline gently. “You gon’ stop me baby?”

“J-Jimmy.”

He titled his head, “What baby? Talk to me. You're doing all of this teasing and shit and now you wanna soften up on me.” His voice dropped a few octaves when he spoke.

“I-I just haven’t been shown this much affection from anybody in a while.” She could feel Jimmy’s hands cupping her ass. “I know, and I’m giving it to you because you deserve it.”

Genesis began to sense a shift inside her when he mentioned that she deserved to be loved properly, unlike the way Quincy had treated her during their marriage.

“Give me the word and I’ll take care of you Gigi.” Jimmy said.

“But you take care of me enough, big daddy.” Genesis reacted as she noticed a smirk on his lips, feeling his hand encircling her throat.

“Yeah I do, showering you with gifts and shit but I wanna make sure that you’re taking good care of in areas you haven’t mamas.” She understood the specific areas he was referring to and felt anxious since it had been a long time since she had experienced any physical contact or been fully relaxed.

Jimmy pressed his lips to hers, his hand gently gripping her throat as they shared a passionate kiss. It was deep and slow, with Genesis moving against him, while his other hand rested on her hips, directing her movements.

As she gently pulled away from the kiss, she sensed his arousal pressing against her clothes. "What if I'm not ready? Ready for you," she said. He responded by drawing her back into the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.

His commanding presence excited her to the point where she surrendered to his touch, allowing him to express his affection. He took his time, unhurried.

Genesis kept moving on his lap as they kissed passionately, prompting him to lift her by the thighs and carry her upstairs to their bedroom. Their lips remained locked, and when he opened the door and slammed it shut, she realized he was serious.

He positioned her on the bed, settling between her legs and covering her body with kisses before pausing to look up at her.

"I’ll be here for you, mamas, until you’re ready for me." Jimmy pressed his lips gently against hers, feeling her fingers entwined in his hair. “But I’m still going to love you the way you need, do you get what I’m saying?” She nodded and kissed him back.

He kept kissing her body, gently pulling at her shirt until she removed it, tossing it aside. She unclipped her black lace bra right in front of him. This was the first time he had seen her partially undressed; Quincy was the only other person to have seen her like this, making Jimmy the second man to do so.

He lowered his lips toward her breast, glancing up at her to seek her consent to kiss and tease them.

“Do I have your permission baby?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, touch me. kiss me. I’m craving you jimmy.” Genesis said desperately.

“I’m craving you too, baby.” For the remainder of the night, Jimmy showered her with all the love and affection she craved—her soft moans and the way she whispered his name in his ear, meant only for him to hear.

He didn't venture far, recalling her words that she wasn't fully committed to him yet.

He left noticeable marks on both sides of her neck, and she would definitely need to hide them in the morning to keep others from prying into their affairs.

They lay together in bed, wrapped in blankets, enjoying the warmth of their skin against each other. Her head rested on his chest as she slept on top of him, while he gazed at her until his eyes grew heavy. He placed a comforting hand on her back.

Her body eased against his, reassured by the safety she felt in his presence. She understood that he would patiently wait for her readiness and that his love for her would be genuine, which felt almost surreal.

Like he said before, he’ll do anything for her and he means anything.

gigispovv posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: yk imma spoil yo ass princess I told you that you’re a diamond

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: JIMMY YOU DID THIS???

jadecargill replied to your story: OMGGGG BESTIEEE 🥹

uceyjucey replied to your story: he wanna spoil you but won’t pay me back he owes me twenty bucks Gigi 🙄

jackieredmond replied to your story: OMG GIGI??? BIG JIM DID THIS?

zillafatu replied to your story: I see how it is he must be fucking you really good to be buying all of that shit don’t worry imma get mines 😈

GUARDED.

a/n: phew things are getting heavy and Zilla done lost his damn mind fr fr.

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

STAY UCEY.

[rubymariebutler]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 ┃ 𝖠𝖴𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖴𝖳𝖫𝖤𝖱

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: austin has his priscilla, but what is this priscilla's life like?

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

chapter: 01/??

smut chapter: yes

faceclaim: yael shelbia

tags: age gap (21/31), established relationship, power imbalance, dom!austin, sub!reader, protective!austin, protective!reader, pet names, explicit sexual content, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink, breeding kink, housewife kink, marriage, pregnancy, kids, references to elvis and priscilla, parallels with elvis and priscilla, austin referring to the reader as his priscilla, fluff, romance

ruby's note: i'll start by apologizing if you find any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language, so i'll probably get some words wrong and i apologize for that, i'm trying to improve. and yes, if you think you've read this before, maybe you did, on my old account. i just had some issues with that account, so i'm reposting this. <3

it's coming to an end. after so many months of traveling and barely sleeping, the elvis press tour is coming to an end. it's bittersweet. austin will definitely miss it; meeting people, cities, eating new food, traveling and hanging out with the guys who have become his friends and more. he likes it, he will miss it and the people who have been with him, but, honestly, he would be a complete liar if he said he didn't feel happy and relieved that it's all coming to an end. he likes it, he will miss it and the people who have been with him, but, honestly, he would be a complete liar if he said he wasn't happy and relieved that it's all coming to an end. elvis is a project he is deeply in love with and he put his heart and soul into it to make it work. and he did. but he's happy it's ending.

because he needs you.

he needs his priscilla.

he needs to see you again in person and not through a screen, he needs to press his lips against yours again, he needs to inhale your sweet scent again, he needs to watch you personally do your homework instead of just getting pictures, he needs to hold you in his arms again, he needs to feel your little body against his again, he needs to wake up with you next to him, he needs to make you gasp and moan again, he needs to fuck you into a sobbing, quivering mess.

he needs his little girl, his priscilla. he needs you.

so, he doesn't know if it's that or something else that prompts him to answer honestly when asked in his last face-to-face interview if, like elvis, he also has his priscilla. he knows that maybe he shouldn't answer truthfully; he brought back elvis and many love elvis, but his relationship with priscilla was controversial especially because of the age difference, and the age gap between you is also ten years, so he knows that more than one will label him a pedophile and a predator.

so no, maybe he shouldn't do it.

but he still does it, because he thinks it's okay to do a million stupid things in life.

he hums for a moment, thinking of the right words to answer as he shifts a little to get more comfortable on the couch. then he looks at the woman sitting across from him, the one in charge of interviewing him and the only brave one who dared to ask the million-dollar question.

"yes." he replies in a low, calm voice, and can't help but smile when he sees the expression on the woman's face. "yes, i have my priscilla too."

"wait, what?" she blinks, leaning forward a bit without losing the surprised expression on her face. "you have your priscilla?"

he nods with an amused smile. "yes, i have my priscilla. she's at home, probably baking cookies. she loves to bake cookies."

"oh, my god..." she mumbles with a surprised smile. "aren't you single?"

austin laughs softly, shaking his head. "no, i'm not. i have my lady waiting at home."

"christ..." she blinks. "and who's the lucky girl? what's her name?"

of course they would ask him that question. look, it's not that austin wants to hide you, god knows he wants to show you off to everyone, but he's also a private man who got himself an equally private girl who doesn't want attention or paparazzi on her.

so, better that way; private, but not secret.

"for privacy, i'd rather not say. she's not part of the media and she doesn't want to be, either, so i'd rather not say her name so as not to stir things up. someday, maybe, when she's ready."

of course, the first thing austin gets when he leaves the interview is a stern rebuke from his manager for revealing his relationship with you without consulting him first. in his defense, he didn't even know he was going to be asked that question, so he gets his manager to let him go and soon says goodbye to the others so he can finally return to palm springs.

back to home. back to you.

he takes advantage of the flight to make some last schedule adjustments with his manager; many people are requesting him for their projects, but they will have to wait until 2023, because he won't leave your side for the next few days and the shooting of dune will start soon. he would like to take you everywhere with him, because he can, but apart from the fact that you are still studying, he knows that you prefer to stay at home and, above all, you are trying to keep things as private as possible; it was you who decided not to show yourself in public.

if it were up to austin, he would take you to every red carpet, but he knows you're not that kind of person.

when he comes home, a genuine, joyful laugh bursts from his throat as you run to embrace him. his strong, toned arms wrap around your small body immediately and lift you off the ground with ease, making you wrap those amazing legs around his waist. he closes his eyes and buries his face in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent with a mixture of love, joy and need. he almost cries at the feeling of finally holding you in his arms after months.

"hello, satnin..." he says in your ear and smiles when he feels your skin bristle at the sound of his voice. "how are you, sweet girl?"

"good, now that you're here." austin rubs his nose against your neck tenderly as he feels you cling to him like a koala bear. "god, i missed you so much..."

"me too, love, me too..." he kisses your neck and then another in your hair. "but i'm here now... what does my doll have to tell me, huh?"

he pulls his head away slightly to look into your eyes, those beautiful bright, innocent eyes that made him fall in love, and then he watches your sweet, soft smile as you watch him back, absorbing everything about him. you missed him too much. his big hand moves to cup your face as his other arm wraps around your waist, keeping you pressed against him. he looks at your lips and doesn't hesitate as he brings them together with his own in a kiss that takes your breath away with its intensity.

it's a kiss that takes your breath away. austin has always been good at it, but this kiss expresses more than just the unbridled passion that normally engulfs you when you're together. here there's love, longing, and it's all intense and almost rough, and he thrusts his tongue into your mouth without permission, taking and taking, like he always has. you moan a little at the intensity and are panting when he pulls away to look into your eyes with that damn smile he knows you love.

"how's college?" he decides to ask, walking with you in his arms to sit on one of the luxury couches that decorate the large living room. "are you being a good student, baby?"

still a little dazed from the kiss he just gave you, you blink and nod, settling into his lap. "i... yeah. i don't have any projects due and the teacher says i'm progressing faster than the rest."

austin smiles with a mixture of pride and amusement at that, because of course, of course, of course you're a bright girl. he's always known that, and while it's not a surprise to hear you say that, it does make him proud. his smart girl.

"such a good girl." he praises you almost in a coo and enjoys seeing your sweet, shy little smile, the pink in your cheeks. "i'm so proud of you."

"thank you..."

his hands, big and warm, rest on your pale, slender thighs, feeling a mixture of affection and possessiveness at the sight of his hands on your soft, milky skin. he's the only one who can touch you this way; he's already shown you and you've already learned. his hands move, gently moving up until they reach your ass and squeeze the flesh of your cheeks between his hands, making you gasp.

"you know?" begins austin in a low voice. "something happened at the last interview that caught me off guard."

"oh?"

"yes. they asked me about you."

austin watches you frown in confusion. "about me?"

he nods, massaging your ass. "they asked me if i had my priscilla. i told them yes."

he almost laughs as he watches your eyes widen in alarm. "you told them my name?"

but he's already shaking his head. "no, no, honey, i didn't tell them anything about you. i just told them i have my priscilla."

"you'll scare your fans away." you tell him, laughing lightly.

austin smiles, frowning, and shakes his head. "i won't. if they're my fans, they'll have to understand that i have my priscilla and i'm not leaving her."

he watches as you remain silent, looking into his eyes. your eyes, blue and bright, are very much like his. you seem to ponder his words, even hesitate a little. on the one hand, he doesn't understand; he loves you and has proven it to you. yet, on the other hand, it definitely makes sense that there are doubts swirling around in that beautiful head of yours; considering the history of elvis and priscilla and how much the role consumed austin, he understands that you have doubts.

but he knows better; there's no fucking way he's going to do the same to you.

he's not elvis, and you're not priscilla. he won't abuse you in any way, and he knows you won't either. he knows you're not looking for fame or attention; you're with him because you love him. and you know what? he loves you too, more than anything. he'll take good care of you.

besides, no one is forcing him to choose you. he's with you because he loves you, not because someone is forcing him.

"you won't?"

his right hand travels to your neck and tightens around it. you gasp a little, but austin maintains his grip and pulls you close so that your faces are mere inches apart. his eyes stare into yours for a moment, before he speaks.

"the only possible way we'll be apart will be if you leave me, 'cilla..." he says softly, staring at you, and you almost look away, feeling intimidated, but you know he doesn't like that. "but you won't, will you, baby?"

you swallow saliva with a little difficulty from his grip on your neck. "i won't..."

"good girl." austin removes his grip, returning his hand to rest on your right thigh.

you take a breath. "i cooked for you..."

he feigns surprise. "oh, yeah?"

you've always cooked for him, always taken care of him.

you nod. "your favorite food."

austin smiles. "let's go, then."

it's everything. the soothing sound of the crickets, the light cool breeze, the stars in the dark sky above him, the lit cigarette between his fingers, the tiredness of the press tour, the tranquility of finally being home, it's all that makes him doze off little by little, lying on the sofa next to the pool. finally being home, with you, is the relief he so desperately needed.

he blinks in confusion when he feels you take the cigarette from his fingers and looks at you standing in front of him, with an amused look on his face as you put the cigarette out in the ashtray. you are dressed in a baby pink silk robe that barely covers part of your ass and gives him a spectacular view of your legs. not to mention the cleavage. he knows you wear those robes for him, because he buys them for you and because you know he loves to see you like this.

"i don't want to interrupt your moment of reflection, but i think you're falling asleep." you tell him with an amused look and a small crooked smile on your full lips. "why don't we go to bed?"

he looks at the hand you hold out to him and smiles slightly, before taking your hand and standing up. this time, he looks down to look into your eyes. blue. it's many things that made him fall in love with you, all of you, everything about you, but your eyes are the ones that made the first impact. big, blue, bright eyes. you're a beauty and he thanks heaven every day for finding you, but it was your eyes that took his breath away when he saw you.

you were in the same house, at the same party. you were a normal girl, but you had friends in common, and you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. there, away from everyone, shy, drinking juice instead of alcohol because you weren't old enough. you were there, sitting alone on a couch, right in his sight. he knew two things; you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to have you. so he did it.

it wasn't right away, of course; he loved you and that's why he wanted to take his time with you, to get to know you. you were 18 and he was 28. ten years apart, but neither of them minded, because you had a unique connection from yout first meeting. and that meeting was followed by many more; both felt alone, both felt accompanied and understood when you were together, both could spend hours talking and it would feel like minutes.

then came the day you became truly inseparable. the day you decided you would be one.

"and then he said to me..." he watches intently as you turn away from the window and start walking across the room. "«you know what, y/n? you gotta listen to me, sweetie, because this guy, he's got these women all over the world, okay? he's got girls dying for him»"... and then mom decides to pitch in and go: «oh what could he possibly see in you? what do you two up there all night?» and... and i just said: «mom, dad, we talk and we listen to music, okay? that's all» and then they were going on and on and on and on about that photo of you and vanessa after you broke up and..."

still mesmerized by your beauty and your gestures, he watches you silently approach him and sit on your calves on the carpeted floor, right next to him. his eyes meet yours and he moves a little closer to you, until his knees touch.

"and then i said really calmy «listen; he's just really lonely and, quite frankly, so am i»." austin stares at you, like a puppy in love, and notices the slight blush on your cheeks. "and then they didn't really know what to say after that, so... i went upstairs and i went to bed."

he stands silent for a moment, watching you with a kind of fascination. he's fascinated. by you. his eyes look at you; your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, your nose, obsorbing everything he's allowed to about you.

"i've never met anyone like you." he tells you, and he means it.

he looks at your lips when you smile. "well, i hope not."

your comment and the soft, innocent tone in which you express it, makes him smile with a mixture of affection and amusement. you're a sweet, shy little thing, but you have a bold side that austin wants to know in depth.

"so..." you start, turning to look at him. "what is margaret qualley like?"

"she's nice." he replies honestly, staring at you. "she's beautiful, really. and really talented. she's a good friend, but that's all... she's not for me, you know?" he stands up and walks over to the turntable to put on a vinyl. before dropping the needle, he looks at you. "i'm not looking to have what i had with nessa. i want... something unique. something that is forever."

he drops the needle on the vinyl and the room begins to play can't help falling in love by elvis presley. his eyes never leave yours, until he stands up to look out the window at the torrential downpour of rain outside. his eyes follow the raindrops on the window as he hears you approaching him. when you stand next to him, he closes the curtains and turns to face you.

you're so small compared to him.

you're close, very close, just a few centimeters apart, and he... he is in love.

"i think if you dream that, you'll do it." you tell him, looking up at him with those bright, innocent blue eyes.

you're only 18, but he knows you know what you want. fuck that you're too mature for your age; no. you're smart. you're aware. you're unique, and he wants you. in his bed, in his house, in his life. he wants you. to get married and to have children. he wants you.

"you do?" he asks you softly, looking at your lips.

you nod as a beautiful smile tugs at your lips; a sweet little thing. "yeah."

"what if i've already found the woman i want?"

"go get her, then."

you look at his lips and he knows it's time. he knows he doesn't have to wait any longer, he knows he can't wait any longer. you want him and he wants you. fuck everything else.

austin looks into your eyes; he swears he sees whole galaxies in them. he exhales softly and looks at your lips again. he moves closer to you as he looks at them; craving, longing, needing. he is drawn to you like a moth to the light and can't pull back, not anymore. it's you, it's you. when he finally feels your warm breath against his mouth, he closes his eyes and lets himself go.

your lips meet for the first time. your lips touch for the first time in a slow, sweet kiss and he feels a shiver run down his spine, a kind of electricity, a kind of security and desire that almost makes him laugh.

because he knew from the moment he saw you that it was going to be you.

"satnin?" austin blinks and looks at you. as beautiful as the night he met you. "is everything okay?"

he takes a breath and nods. "yeah. everything is fine." he gives you a soft kiss on your forehead and takes you with him into the house.

when you get to your bedroom, on the second floor, you both go into the bathroom to get ready for bed. it's a little domestic scene, the routine you've shared since you moved in together; handing out toothbrushes and mouthwash, crossing each other's eyes in the mirror, getting ready for the night. it feels good to be doing this together again.

you're combing your hair and he's brushing his teeth when you ask; "are you sure it was a good idea for you to reveal to everyone that you have me?"

"i don't see why it wouldn't be," he replies, running the brush over his teeth.

"your manager was okay with this?" he notices the slight skepticism in your voice and stares at you through the mirror as he continues to brush his teeth.

"i respect my manager, you know, and i'm grateful to him, but i'm not going to let him control my life in any way."

something sparkles in your eyes, maybe relief, but then you lower your gaze and then look at him again, this time without that sparkle. "and what about your fans? wouldn't they prefer you to be single and available?"

he understands what you mean, so he tilts his head briefly. "i'd like to think i don't have toxic fans. and if i do, i hope they understand their place."

"oh, yes?" you blink, looking at it through the mirror. "and what place is that?"

"not next to me, for sure. that's your place."

he watches you smile and leave the comb on the marble; "very well. i like that." you move behind him to get out of the bathroom and he takes advantage of that to spank you. "watch it." you tell him, coming out of the bathroom and he smiles to himself.

he just ignores the deja vu. he's gotten pretty good at it.

when he finishes brushing his teeth, he leaves the toothbrush on the marble and exits the bathroom, finding the sight of you already lying in bed, with the lower half of your body covered by the white comforter. he absently notices you changing something on the tv set in the wall while he takes off the silk robe he is wearing, exposing his torso.

he climbs onto the bed and hovers over you like a predator over its prey. he takes the remote out of your hands, turns off the tv, leaves the remote on the nightstand and, looking at your full, taut breasts against the cleavage of your silk robe, says;

"now, i really want to fuck my woman."

austin doesn't wait for an answer from you and kisses you. he smiles softly as he feels you gasp and grabs the back of your neck to deepen the kiss further. your hands slide down his torso until they reach his back and you pull him closer to you. his darkened eyes look at you with an almost animalistic hunger as he pulls away to look at you and, as he admires your beauty, his hand on the back of your neck moves to your jaw and wraps his fingers around it. he uses his hand on your jaw to move your face at will and kisses you again with force; a mixture of lust and need as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth.

this time, he open his lips slightly, inviting you in. his tongue slowly explores your mouth, searching for yours. when he finds it, he intertwines your tongues, drawing you even closer. he slowly pulls away to see your reaction. he watches your eyes open and your cheeks flush pink. he sees your lips slightly parted, swollen from his kisses. he sees your body, small and slender, pressed against his. he swallows unconsciously, contemplating your beauty.

you're a beauty. a fucking goddess.

what were you born for, if not to be worshipped?

a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he studies your face. the sweet, adorable way your cheeks are flushed, how your eyes look even bluer against your red lips, the way your hair frames your face perfectly... he finds you absolutely stunning.

"god, you're beautiful..."

he looks at your body again. your body is like a fucking work of art. long legs that stretch to infinity, an upturned, round ass that makes his hands tremble as he squeezes it, a tiny waist that his hands could almost encompass, full breasts that make his mouth water... he growls softly.

slowly, he begins to pull the robe off your shoulders. his fingers graze your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he pulls it down your arms, his knuckles accidentally grazing your breasts, causing your nipples to harden. he removes the robe completely, leaving you completely naked before him.

"fuck, babe... you're perfect."

he revels in the sight of your naked body. his eyes roam over your breasts with hard pink nipples, your flat belly, your wide, fertile hips, your long, slender legs and the most perfect pink center he's ever seen.

his breathing is heavier now, his eyes darkening with desire. he reaches out both hands, sliding them slowly down your stomach to cup both breasts gently, his thumbs caressing those hard nipples.

"do you know how beautiful you are like this?"

he leans closer, his thumbs still circling your nipples, making them even harder. he watches your reaction, sees your breath hitch and your chest rise and fall faster. he can't help but let out a low moan.

"a fucking goddess..."

he leans in, unable to resist any longer, and takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth. he sucks gently at first, then harder, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. he hears you moan softly beneath him. his hands continue to massage your breasts together, creating a deep cleavage that he can't help but admire.

he releases your nipple from his mouth with a pop, looking down at you with a naughty grin. then he does the same with the other nipple, sucking, licking and biting gently, aware of how your arousal is growing by the way you squirm a little under him. his hands continue to knead your breasts, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

after giving your other nipple the same treatment, he straightens up, looking down at your chest with a satisfied smile. your breasts are red and swollen, covered in his saliva, and your nipples are rock hard and sensitive. he runs his fingers through the wetness on your chest, spreading it all over.

austin leans back slightly, admiring the erotic image he has created: your breasts glistening with his saliva, your nipples erect and begging for attention. he spreads the wetness further with deliberate movements, circling each nipple with his fingertips, sending little shivers of pleasure through you.

"aus..." you whisper.

"i know, baby, i know." he soothes you softly, moving slowly to deposit soft, slow kisses on your chest, moving down to your stomach, your belly, and finally your sex. he looks up at you, seeking consent, and when you return his gaze and spread your legs, he smiles slightly, pulling his gaze away from yours to focus on your center.

his mouth waters as he uses his hands to open your pink folds wider and sees that there is already moisture coming out of your hole. he exhales and almost grunts, before swallowing saliva and reaching up to run his tongue over your opening, collecting your wetness on his tongue as he hears you moan softly. from the sensation, your back arches and your hips buck, so he puts your legs over his shoulders to hold you closer. he brings one hand up to caress your ass gently, before slapping you, causing your hips to arch against him.

"stay still." he orders you softly, and you relax on the mattress.

he begins to caress your clit with his tongue, circling and rubbing it gently, before sliding it lower to taste you more deeply. he moans softly against your pussy and knows the vibrations send shivers down your spine. his tongue continues to explore your delicate folds, licking your wetness as he periodically returns to caress your clit. his hands grip your thighs firmly, holding the position.

his tongue re-enters your shaft, lapping up your juices, but instead of flicking his tongue at your opening, he slides it back down to your clit, sucking on it. his tongue circles your pearl and then his mouth sucks, drawing a moan from you as more moisture drips from your hole. his tongue moves across your clit and uses his teeth to scrape a little, making you squirm. after a few seconds, he decides to rest your clit and slips his tongue inside your shaft, tasting your juices.

he fucks you with his tongue, his nose digging into your clit, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as they rest on his shoulders. he delights in the sounds you make; gasps, whimpers and beautiful soft moans as he eats you out. he feels your body shudder beneath him as he sucks on your clit. his tongue circles your pearl, rolling it between his teeth. he feels your pussy throb as he licks your lips, giving you only a brief rest before returning to your clit, sucking it hard and licking it mercilessly.

austin knows you're approaching orgasm, knows your body even better than you know yourself, so when he sees you're on the verge of orgasm, he adjusts his body, pulling his face away as he hovers over you, bringing one hand to your convulsing pussy and plunging two fingers deep, both at the same time.

he watches you close your eyes tightly as you let out a gasp, squeezing his fingers tightly as he pumps them in and out of you. you open your mouth to say something, but you interrupt yourself as he slips a third finger in, rubbing that spot inside you with each thrust of his fingers. you open your mouth as you arch your back, but you don't make a sound. he feels your pussy throbbing and knows you're approaching orgasm again.

your hands clench into fists on the sheets and, for a moment, austin is mesmerized by the sight of you; back arched, eyes closed, mouth open for air, nipples hard, white skin now covered in a light layer of sweat. a fucking work of art. it feels like time stands still for a moment as he admires the beauty he has in his bed.

he comes back to reality a moment later and continues pumping his fingers in and out of you without stopping; he keeps up a fast, relentless pace without giving you a break. you cum without warning, shuddering and letting out a soft, but long, moan. austin watches you in fascination, watching you cum; hard, shuddering and clenching his fingers inside you. but he doesn't stop; he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"aus..." you gasp, shuddering, trying to pull away from the sensation.

"stop moving."

but you keep trying to pull back. "t-too much..."

"stay fucking still." he says gruffly and revels in the moan you let out from the impact of his palm against your dripping pussy.

"sorry..."

he pulls his fingers out of your pussy and, as if you were a rag doll, flips you over on the mattress so you're on all fours. you stick your hands out, sinking your chest into the mattress and resting your cheek on the soft material while your trembling legs stay bent so your ass is exposed for him. austin licks his lips; you're always eager to please him. his sweet girl.

"good girl." he compliments you, knowing how much you like it, before spanking you, making you shudder. "what a beautiful ass, all for me..." he gives you another spank, then another and another, the spanks echoing around the room until the skin on your ass is red and you're shivering and moaning. his hands caress your bruised ass, rubbing the reddened skin. "do you like this, babe?" when you hum in the middle of a moan, he smiles. "sure you do. such a good slut."

he pauses his relentless spanking, admiring the deep crimson hue he has created on your tender skin and squeezes your buttocks, feeling the soft, warm flesh between his fingers. he loves your ass, loves how soft it is, loves it when it jiggles from his spanking, loves it when it bounces when he fucks you, loves seeing it reddened and with marks from his hands. he loves seeing it and knowing he did that.

he pumps his fingers in and out, making you tremble, but you don't resist, you just stand there, welcoming him, your face pressed against the sheets and your ass in the air. he watches your trembling legs, refusing to give in, determined to take him. brave. you've always been so brave. his free hand squeezes your ass while the other speeds up his movements, moving in and out faster. you squeal, clutching the sheets in fists.

"that's it..." austin whispers, watching with satisfaction as you shudder while he fucks you with his fingers, pulling them in and out faster and faster, making you squeal.

you cum again, but that doesn't stop him; it only drives him to keep moving his fingers. your legs shake violently as the room fills with splashing noises, sobs escape your throat as you keep your head down against the soft mattress.

he uses his free hand to smack your already reddened and bruised ass hard. the loud spank echoes throughout the room and you gasp from the impact. your legs almost give way, but he gives you another spank; a warning. you squeal and whimper, but stay as you are as austin fucks your pussy with his fingers. he delights in the beautiful sounds coming from your lips; gasps, moans, little sobs and squeals. despite the overstimulation, you make no attempt to move or pull away; you and your incessant need to please him prevent you from doing so and that only makes him hard.

his hand movements don't stop; his fingers move in and out of you; the wet splashing, the sounds coming out of your mouth and the spanking he gives you are all you hear in the room as he drives you to another orgasm. he rips two more orgasms out of you, turning your moans into screams and your squeals into cries, and when he finally withdraws his fingers, there's a wet mess between your thighs and you can barely breathe.

he uses his hands to spread your buttocks further apart, exposing more of your two holes for him. "look at this..." he murmurs, looking at your wet pussy, throbbing and pinker from the attention of his fingers. "you're a beauty. no wonder why i fell in love with you."

he watches as a drop of cum clings to your pussy lips and stretches, feeding on your young, aroused body, until the clear, sticky semen almost brushes the surface of the bed beneath you. the sight almost mesmerizes him, but he leans down to begin eating you. the sudden sensation of his tongue against your sensitive, throbbing pussy makes you arch your back and let out a squeal. austin doesn't stop; he eats your pussy, licks your folds, your hole and your clitoris. he withdraws only when your pussy is already clean.

your gasping breath brings him back to reality and he looks at you; chest rising and falling heavily, hands clenching the sheets into fists, legs trembling, face buried in the sheets. his hands gently caress your bruised bottom, before moving to your thighs and gently moving you so that you are lying on your back. your teary eyes look up at him as he lovingly kisses your trembling thighs. his kisses move up your abdomen, the skin between your breasts, your chest, your neck, your jaw and finally your lips.

you kiss him back immediately, tasting yourself in his mouth. his hand grips your jaw to keep you the way he wants you and his tongue explores your mouth with an animalistic hunger, but at the same time with a tenderness that softens the kiss. he pulls away, then gives you another kiss. he pulls away again, and kisses you again. you return each kiss with your red, bitten lips.

"beautiful girl." he gives you a kiss on your nose that makes you smile, still looking up at him with those teary, beautiful eyes of yours. "you did great, love, i'm so proud. now i'm gonna fuck you, okay? spread your legs, baby."

despite how sensitive your pussy is, you obediently spread your trembling legs. he sheds what little clothing he has left and positions himself at your entrance. he watches you as he slides inside you. your tight, wet heat makes him exhale and he watches as you close your eyes. he clenches his jaw and takes a second, feeling you squeeze him like a screw.

soft, wet, tight, hot, so tight, so delicious, so soft and spongy, all the way down his cock. it feels dazzlingly good. your pussy presses against his testicles. it felt so good that he doesn't know what to do but cling to your legs so he can stay buried in you and gasp.

"fuck..." he exhales, closing his eyes for a moment. you're so tight. "you're so tight..." he leans in a little to kiss you on the forehead. "you have no idea how much i missed you, baby..."

he stands still for a moment, giving you time to get used to his size. listening to you moan, he realizes how dilated and full you are, how full you are. after a few seconds, he begins to penetrate you, and you are soaking wet, very soaking wet. the tip of his cock, buried deep inside you, throbs.

he moves one hand to your breast, cupping one of your breasts between his fingers, squeezing and playing with your nipple. then he penetrates you, slowly. he withdraws and re-enters. all that tightness, up and down, all that fat on his aching cock.

"ah!... ah!..." you take him so well. your hands grab him by the arms and you cling to him desperately. your legs no longer try to close around him. now you are detached, open, wide open.

"so good for me..." and he penetrates you again, harder.

"ah!"

"such a good girl..." another, even harder.

"AH!"

"come on, don't be a brat now." he slaps your face, which makes you gasp, surprised, and he takes advantage of that to close his hand around your throat. your mouth is open, gasping and he spits noisily into your mouth. "you know you can take me, you're made for this."

his thrusts are shallow, but strong, to keep you full and fuck you mercilessly. you moan with each one, loud and desperate, moaning, and so, so good. he feels every sound all over your body, coming straight to his cock.

"fuck." austin snorts stiffly, flexing his hips against yours, tightening his hand around your throat "love this tight fucking cunt."

he increases the speed, increasing your sounds at the same time. he penetrates you mercilessly; his hand lingers on your neck and the other pinches and pulls on one of your nipples. the sight is exquisite; your hair spread around your head, your face flushed, your lips half-open, your hands clutching the sheets in fists, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, your abdomen tense as he watches his cock protrude. his hand travels there; he places his hand on your abdomen, feeling the bulge of his cock moving inside of you.

he grunts, strengthening his grip on your neck to cut off your air a little. without stopping fucking you, his gaze travels to where your bodies meet; his cock slips in and out, your pink, sensitive pussy clinging to his great length, as if he doesn't want to let go. there's a mess full of wetness and cum in your pussy, but that only excites him more and he presses you against the mattress before slamming back down on you.

you scream and he kisses you, muffling your sounds. he kisses you hungrily, kind of possessive and domineering, almost animalistic, all the while continuing to fuck you relentlessly. his cock is rock hard, he fucks you brutally, almost like some kind of wild beast. he breaks the kiss, kisses you on the forehead, and rejoins you. his hands pull your legs towards you.

"hold your legs up, baby. come on, i know you can." he encourages you. your hands let go of the sheets and you grab your thighs, holding yourself open for him. "that's it, that's it, such a good girl... stay open, babe, you're perfect for this..." his words make you smile breathlessly and he smiles back. "christ, you're so beautiful, so perfect... how did i get so lucky... look at that..." he marvels, sounding utterly adoring at the way his glistening length slips in and out of you with ease, your painfully stretched little hole fluttering desperately with every crawling inch of it.

he reaches down a little to grab your breasts, using your nipples as handholds as he rams you again and again at a brutal pace.

"oh, god..." you moan as he fills you completely, his thick member stretching your inner walls. you have your legs pinned back, leaving you completely exposed. he leans forward, his muscular chest pressing against your sensitive nipples.

as he thrusts hard into you, you cry out and he kisses your lips, between hard kisses, more and more intense than his usual soft, deep kisses, becoming a brutal demand on your mouth as he penetrates you relentlessly.

he grunts with each powerful lunge, in a low, prim voice. "you're a slut for my cock, aren't you? look at you; taking it like a bitch in heat." he rams you harder, the sound of flesh against flesh and wet splashing echoes throughout the room.

for a moment, he stares at your pussy. he watches the spot where his cock disappears into you again and again, how your fleshy lips have to stretch to accommodate it. how flushed you are there, how pink your thighs have become as he rams you over and over again.

"you're fucking perfect..." he groans, and your open mouth turns into a wide grin, your sounds more panting, happier. "i'll make you my wife, i swear to god."

your eyes slam shut and he sees tears running down the sides of your flushed face.

he makes his lunges shallower so he can move even faster, so the underside of your clit drags against his cock, making you moan.

"d-don't stop..." he hears you gasp, and he wonders where you are, teetering on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain.

anyway, he knows you like pain. he knows you like it to hurt. for that and more, he doesn't plan to stop anytime soon.

he stops for a moment. "oh, don't worry, honey, i won't."

with that said, he resumes his movements, slamming into you. he fucks you with hard, fast lunges as he watches with a tense expression of desire as you arch and moan with each of his movements. his cock begins to repeatedly hit that spot that makes you see stars and he exerts a tight grip on your neck, cutting you off a little as you cum hard.

he fucks you through your orgasm, watching your mouth open, your eyes closed and your breasts bouncing. your body trembles and spasms, your hands move to clutch the sheets in fists and you try to close your legs, but he releases your neck to keep your legs apart and keeps on ramming. his thrusts become more aggressive, your body arches, trembles and you squeeze your eyes shut.

hypersensitive from your orgasm, his aggressiveness makes you moan out loud, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. he doesn't stop, taking exactly what he wants from you. you hold your eyes tightly shut in pleasure bordering on pain, unable to control your screams until your voice echoes throughout the room, maybe the whole house. austin covers your mouth with his hand.

"take it." he commands between his teeth against your ear.

you cry out in pleasure against his palm, your body trembling uncontrollably from the overstimulation. austin doesn't let you, he continues to penetrate your sensitive pussy. tears stream down your face, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure.

suddenly, he pulls out, leaving you breathless and empty. before you can recover, he flips you onto your stomach and lifts your hips, raising your ass. he penetrates you from behind, his hands gripping your red, spanked buttocks hard as he begins to penetrate you again.

"fuck, look at that ass..." he spanks you hard on your right cheek, leaving a handprint net on your already red ass. "you love it when i fuck you like a cheap whore, don't you?"

you don't respond, but your moans and cries are answer enough. you thrust your hips into him, encouraging him to treat you roughly.

he leans down, covering you with his body as he continues to ram you from behind. "what would people say, huh?" he growls in your ear, biting your lobe gently. "what would they say if they knew that the sweet, innocent austin's priscilla likes to be treated like a whore in bed?"

he spits on your back, the saliva sliding down your spine as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. you cry out, your body trembles with each brutal onslaught.

it's not long before you're cumming on his cock again, moaning and shuddering. with a grunt, he sinks balls-deep inside you, disappearing completely into your pussy. his hips contract, unloading an enormous amount of cum inside you. your body shudders violently, completely overwhelmed by the immense amount of his essence and the hypersensitivity of your own orgasm.

he collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he catches his breath. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as his softening cock remains inside you, keeping his cum trapped inside your pussy.

"i swear to god, if we were already married, i wouldn't let you take that damn pill..." he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you let out a breathless, gasping giggle, and he smiles against your neck. "are you okay, baby?"

you hum tiredly, but happily, and he squeezes you tight in his embrace. he gives you another kiss on the head, then another on your neck, and finally pulls back to see the mess between your thighs, making you whimper. your thighs are wet and pink, and his cum drips slowly from your well-worn pussy.

"come here, babe..." he says softly, almost cooing to you, as he gently turns you over so that you're lying face down, looking up at him with those cloudy, sated eyes. he leans down to gently kiss your forehead. "i'm going to clean you up quickly, princess. give me one more minute and we can sleep, yes?" he winks playfully at you and heads for the bathroom.

he returns a few minutes later with a warm, damp washcloth. He gently cleans up the mess between your thighs, being extra careful not to hurt your sensitive pussy. once he's finished, he throws the cloth aside and crawls back into bed with you, pulling you into his arms.

"you did very well." he cooed, hugging you, holding you. his hand moves to gently stroke your hair. "you were a very good girl, very brave i'm so proud of you."

his words and his caresses on your hair seem to melt you, because you cuddle closer to him, almost like a koala, and bury your face in his chest, snuggling against him, seeking his warmth and security.

"thank you..." he hears you murmur against his chest.

he smiles softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back. "why, baby?"

"thank you for loving me."

his heart melts with those words and he pulls you even tighter against him, wrapping his strong arms possessively around you. "thank you for letting me love you." he whispers, his voice charged with emotion. he strokes your hair with his face, inhaling your sweet scent. coconut.

after months, austin sleeps contentedly and peacefully, with you in his arms.

he's finally at home.

[lemotmo]

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Q. Taking the time to write 'EX' into the script was completely unnecessary. Buck stopping to actually take the time to clarify something like that was ridiculous. He literally would not have done that. And bringing him back to basically only serve as a distraction so Athena and Karen could be the big saviors of the episode was pointless. Why bring him back if it wasn't for any kind of movement on his part?

A. The fact that the majority of you all in my inbox are livid about how he was used or came across in this episode has been my only enjoyment tonight. So I sincerely want to thank you. That being said, are you fucking kidding me? The EX was loud because it was supposed to be loud. I have zero idea why Tim felt the need to include him in any of this. Zero. But he's there so the show taking the time to hammer home that his time as Buck's boyfriend is over makes perfect sense. You all are dumber than bricks. You pretend you don't understand things that are blatantly clear so they wrote it into the script for you. Their relationship is over. He exists within the 911 universe but not as Buck's person. I could not care less that you don't feel well fed. None of this has ever or will ever be about Tommy. Go. Away.

Thank you Nonny!

Yeah listen, it's obvious that they used Tommy because they needed a helicopter. But the EX was really loud.

They have broken up twice now. I guess they wanted them to end on good terms or something like that. Maybe make them friends? So that they could use his character for other things along the line? Tim likes keeping useless characters around. I mean, look at Gerrard and Brad. 🤷‍♀️

Lou has confirmed a few days ago that his filming for 911 had concluded already, so he won't be in any of the remaining episodes after the funeral in 16. My guess is that he will have one more conversation with Buck about how they can be friends or something liek that and he'll be gone.

It's over and done. Let's move on from this.

Besides... we have bigger fish to fry here than T. Like Tim Minear blowing up his own show.🙄

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[mydaylight]

THE GILDED AGE (2022- ) | 2.05 "Close Enough to Touch"

George takes off Bertha's necklace

[leahwllmsn]

tell me I'm the number one girl in your eyes

alexia putellas x reader

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You thought that Alexia was the only person in the world who could never hurt you.

You thought about a lot of things. About how Alexia was going to be the one to propose. How your wedding was going to be an intimate one in your and Alexia’s hometown, by the vineyard. How you would have a maximum of two children, no doubt one of which was going to follow in Alexia’s footsteps.

Your life with Alexia was set. It was predictable, really. From the moment you met her back in Mollet del Vallès when you were children, to your first kiss in her backyard, to the day you moved to the city together.

Childhood best friends who fell in love along the way—it couldn’t get anymore perfect than that. Your families were neighbours, it was practically one big family. Everyone was looking forward to your wedding, and by everyone that included you too.

You had been dating for fifteen years (well, you were on and off at some point, but that didn’t count), so it wasn’t far-fetched that you were expecting a proposal soon. You and Alexia talked about getting married, it wasn’t a new subject for the two of you.

The only problem was that the proposal wasn’t coming and for the first time ever, you had a feeling that it wasn’t going to come. Ever.

You couldn’t pinpoint when Alexia changed, when Alexia stopped buying you flowers just because and when the conversations between you felt forced. Maybe it was after Alexia went back defeated from the Olympics. Or maybe it was after Barcelona won the Champions League and Alexia was everywhere but your home.

The distance between you grew and grew until you were left to beg for Alexia’s attention as if you were another fan and not her girlfriend, the person Alexia claimed she loved more than anything.

“I have meetings with investors tonight, for Eleven.” Alexia’s voice broke the silence in your apartment. “Might go on until late.”

“Okay,” was all you could say.

Another excuse, you figured. Another reason to avoid coming home to you. It had been going on for some time. You couldn’t remember the last time you went to bed at the same time anymore. 

Alexia’s figure appeared in the kitchen, she went straight to the fridge and took out her box of orange juice. Gone were the arms around your waist, the gentle kisses to your neck as you read the morning news. Her laughter would ring around the space as she claimed “only old people read newspapers these days, amor!”

“Are we still on for tomorrow though?” You hated that your voice was hopeful. Too hopeful.

Alexia finally looked at you, her brows furrowed. You weren’t surprised anymore that she’d forgotten. It was laughable at this point because it seemed that you were the only one still present in this relationship.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Dinner.” You tried to act nonchalant about it, as if it didn’t hurt that your own girlfriend forgot about your birthday.

Alexia stared at you for a few seconds, then nodded. “Of course. You know I finish training at four. Dinner is at seven, right?”

“Six.” And I thought you have a day off tomorrow, you wanted to argue. But you kept your mouth shut and let it go. 

Alexia finished her orange juice and grabbed her bag, stepping close to you to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “Don’t wait up.”

And just like that she was gone.

“I love you too.” You whispered to the empty apartment. It felt humiliating at times, to be the only one left in a relationship.

You wondered if Alexia still loved you. You couldn’t remember the last time she said those three words to you. You had a feeling that she stopped, that must be why she never said it anymore.

You wanted to confront her about it, to ask her why you weren’t worth her time anymore, but you didn’t think you were ready to face the fallout. You would be devastated when Alexia decided it was time to leave you. It wasn’t an if, but a when, because you knew it was inevitable. It could be tomorrow, or in a few weeks or even months.

Selfishly, you wanted to keep Alexia to yourself a little bit longer. Even though Alexia didn’t feel like yours anymore. 

You could pretend that you didn’t die every time Alexia’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. You could pretend that it was fine that Alexia never held your hand as you walked through the streets of Barcelona anymore.

You could pretend that Alexia still loved you, and that you were still the greatest thing the universe had ever given her—her words, a few years ago.

Tomorrow, you knew Alexia would go through her day as if it was just another regular day. If you were lucky, she’d remember that it was your birthday. If you were extra lucky, she’d even give you flowers.

Above everything though, you just hoped that she would show up to dinner.

You didn’t think you had any fight left in you if she didn’t.

—

The sun was shining against your face the moment you opened your eyes. Out of habit, your hands reached out to the other side. You couldn’t help the disappointed sigh that left your lips when you were met with empty sheets. You relished in the mornings when Alexia wasn’t awake and you could hold her, even though you had to pretend to be asleep as she gently lifted your hand and slipped out of bed when she woke. You missed when she would turn around and peppered your face with kisses to wake you up. She loved being the first thing you see in the morning.

Usually on your birthday, Alexia would treat you to breakfast in bed. It was tradition, one that she started ever since the two of you moved to Barcelona about a decade ago.

For a brief second, you had a dangerous glimmer of hope that Alexia was just in the kitchen. But with how quiet your apartment felt, you knew she left.

Alexia forgot. Or maybe she remembered, but she didn’t care anymore. You didn’t know which one was worse.

With a sigh and an ache so deep in your chest, you got ready for the day. You went through your usual routine: shower, breakfast, tidying any mess around your apartment that was out of place. 

It wasn’t until an hour later that the doorbell rang. A part of you hoped that it was Alexia, but the thought disappeared as fast. Your girlfriend wouldn’t need to knock on her own door.

It was a delivery man. Surprisingly, with flowers in his arms. Your heart leaped to the faint hope that they were from Alexia.

“Y/N?”

“That’s me.”

“Must be a special day,” he gave a kind smile, handing the flowers over to you. “Delivery for you from… Alba.”

The tinge of disappointment couldn’t help but creep into your chest. Still, you gave him the best smile you could muster and thanked him.

Alba remembered your birthday. Scrolling through your phone, you saw more people who remembered it was your birthday, even people you weren’t that close with.

It was radio silence from the person who mattered the most to you though.

Sitting alone on your sofa, you realized that you had nothing to do. You cleared your schedule out, and Alexia would usually take the lead. It was tradition to spend your birthdays just the two of you.

You dragged yourself to Mercadona, wanting to buy yourself a small cake and some candles. Before blowing the candles out, you wished for the impossible; birthday wishes were supposed to be powerful, weren’t they?

I wish things go back to the way they were before

Most importantly… I wish my girlfriend still wants me

—

You arrived at your favorite restaurant at exactly six o’clock. You ordered a bottle of wine and finished two glasses when thirty minutes had passed and your girlfriend was still nowhere to be seen.

The need to cry was overwhelming, you felt the tears pooling in your eyes already, waiting for the right time to fall. But you swallowed the ache and forced yourself to think of something happy, because crying whilst being alone at a table clearly meant for two was pathetic.

Your texts and calls went unanswered. An hour in and your last resort was to call Mapi and ask her if she’d seen or heard from Alexia.

“¡Hola, cumpleañera!”

“Maps, hey,” you tried to keep your voice steady, but they were futile. You were truly going to sound pathetic with your question. “Have you… Is Ale with you?”

“Qué? Alexia? Is she not with you?” Mapi sounded concerned. She sounded like she was ready to fight her best friend for you. The fact brought a slight smile to your face.

“No,” you took a deep breath. You couldn’t believe this was how your relationship had come to be. “She’s supposed to be here an hour ago.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, chica. She left a few hours ago, I don’t know where she went.”

“That’s okay.” You stared at your empty glass and contemplated on whether you should pour yourself another. You’d finish the whole bottle by yourself at this rate.

“Do you… do you want me and Ingrid to come over?”

The offer was sweet, your heart swell at the reinforcement that there were still people who cared about you. But you didn’t think you could go through conversations without breaking down.

So you politely declined Mapi’s offer and poured yourself another glass of wine. You were finishing this bottle, you decided.

It was a strange feeling. To feel abandoned. Alexia had never made you feel that way before.

Alexia was your safe space. She made you feel loved and made you feel that you mattered.

That Alexia felt like a lifetime ago, like she belonged to another, better version of you—one worthy of her time and effort.

—

The apartment was dark when you got home, but you knew Alexia was here. Her car keys were on the hook, and the shoes she wore earlier were haphazardly placed by the front door.

“Ale?” You let out a wince as you took off your heels, you could feel a blister coming.

As you entered your living room, you found your girlfriend still in her Barcelona sweatshirt passed out on the couch. She looked so at peace that you couldn’t help but pressed a kiss to her forehead.

As much as you hated how she’d been treating you, a part of you still had so much love for her. You knew you deserved better than this version of Alexia, but you didn’t think you had it in you to let her go.

Alexia stirred, not even a guilty look when she opened her eyes and saw you standing there. “Hey, what time is it?”

“Late,” you muttered, walking back to your bedroom. You heard faint footsteps behind you, telling you Alexia was following you. You knew she was watching you, you in your fitted black dress that stopped just above your thigh. It was Alexia’s favourite dress on you, hence why you decided to wear it tonight.

“I… fell asleep,” Alexia’s voice broke the silence. She must’ve realized her mistake then. A part of you broke when she said nothing else, not even an apology.

“That’s fine,” you shrugged. You stripped off your dress and changed into a t-shirt. When you realized it was an old, faded one which belonged to Alexia, you angrily took it off and tossed it aside. This was supposed to be your side of the closet, but over the years, your clothes and Alexia’s have blended together.

“Amor…”

You couldn’t remember the last time Alexia called you that. It used to bring you warmth, but now it only made you feel mocked.

“What, Alexia?” You turned around and the sight of her finally in front of you, of her finally looking at you, made you snap. “It’s not like I waited hours for you, looking like a complete idiota as the waiter kept on checking if I was okay.”

“I didn’t—”

You put a hand up, signaling your girlfriend to stop talking. “Save it, Alexia. You know, I wasn’t even surprised that you didn’t show up. But I thought that your girlfriend’s birthday must count as a special occasion, right? I guess I really do mean nothing to you.”

“Your birthday?” Alexia’s eyes went impossibly wide. 

You laughed, that evil laughter you hear from villains in movies. There wasn’t anything funny. You just felt so pathetic to the point that there wasn’t anything else you could do but laugh at the situation.

Alexia looked like she was close to tears, but you forced yourself to not feel bad for her. She made you feel so much worse these past few weeks.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, Alexia,” you sighed. You knew you were going to lose her after this. There wasn’t going back. “I’ve done nothing but love you unconditionally, but even that seems like it’s not enough for you anymore. It used to be though, so tell me, Alexia, what changed? What did I do to make you stop loving me? We used to be so good.”

The tears were flowing freely down your face. You looked terrible. Your heart was in pieces. It wasn’t a birthday you wanted to remember.

“Ale… If you don’t want me around anymore, the least you could do is tell me. Tell me so I don’t have to wait for you to notice me again. Tell me so I can pack up my bags and leave you alone.”

“It’s not like that,” Alexia finally spoke up, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then what? I feel like I don’t matter to you anymore. You’ve done a great job of showing me that. Forgetting that it’s my birthday is the cherry on top.”

Alexia was crying too, but you didn’t know why she was crying. Guilt, maybe? But this had been going on for some time, why feel guilty now?

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you decided, having to force the words out of your mouth. “I know you don’t want to be the one to end things, so I’ll do you a favour.”

This wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Alexia to fight for you, to prove you wrong. You wanted Alexia to tell you that she was sorry and that she didn’t realize she had been neglecting you. You wanted Alexia to pull you into her arms and not let go. You wanted her to convince you that you were still the love of her life and that she still loved you more than anything.

But Alexia said nothing else and that was all you needed to know.

[danlous]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.07 "The Thing Lay Still"

Claudia could taste her freedom, suffered the hunger with a cold joy, matched only by the sun-hot ego of the vampire king.

[vanilla-rainbows]

A little moment from my AU. Luna is doing her best to make King Candy feel welcomed in her game. He's being very appreciative so far :)

I'd like to commit to more complex pieces in the future, though I worry it will take me too much time because I'm very slow. In the meantime, I hope you'll like these silly sketches 🌈

[redkyrii]

The bearog owner experience.

[pairingbrainrot]

the bellyjere season 2 finale kiss but it's with a different version of XO

{Credit goes to bellyjeregifs on Twitter for the scene without BG Music!!}

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

picrews of my descendants oc because i teased her existence a little bit ago

her name is navia and she's the daughter of tiana and naveen

(her name could probably start with a 't' if i really thought of one but when i created her, i decided to just blend tiana and naveen's names together. however i really like navia for her so it's sticking idc)

here are some things that i just threw together to show her vibe (outfits and colors on the left and sample hairstyles on the right)

link to the picrews: 1, 2, 3, 4

[hollowflight-propaganda]

Aged up Bumblebee + Dusky concepts as I try to figure out how I want to draw Hive and SilkWings

[seiya-starsniper]

On a dark and stormy night

Little non-explicit Sandflower prompt for my @monsterfucktoberbingobingo square - faerie

tagging @nualaofthefaerie cause you gotta 💖💖💖

AO3 Link Here, or read below:

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It has been raining in the Dreaming nonstop for days.

Nuala sighs as another gust of wind rattles the windows of her bedroom, and another crack of thunder shakes the very foundations of the walls. She cannot sleep. She hasn’t slept well ever since Dream had ended his affair with Thessaly, the immortal witch. 

Or rather, the witch had ended the affair with him. Hence, the endless bouts of rain. 

Nuala tosses the covers off her body and lights the lantern next to her bed, having given up on sleep for now. Perhaps she could take a walk around the castle instead. Calm her nerves. Maybe even pour herself a glass of wine to help her sleep.

The castle halls are dark and dreary as Nuala walks through them, trying her best not to get lost. Still, she knows the halls and the stairways change frequently according to its monarch’s whims, and tonight seems to be no different. There are steps and turns she’s never seen before, and before she knows it, Nuala finds herself in front of a large wooden door with no other path forward. She considers turning around and heading back to bed, but something about the door calls to her, and so eventually, she pushes it open, surprised at how easily it gives underneath her hand.

She finds herself inside a small room with a roaring fire, sparsely decorated with only a single chair with a high back sat directly in front of the flames. Nuala smiles to herself as she moves towards the chair. This would be a fine place to escape the storm, the fire feels warm, and there are no windows inside the room so it seems to be a true escape from unpredictable weather raging just outside. 

She jumps in surprise when she reaches the chair and finds it occupied instead of empty, as she expected. 

“My lord!” Nuala cries out, when she realizes precisely who is seated in the chair. “My apologies, I didn’t notice you were there.”

Dream is curled in upon himself on the chair, his bare feet resting on the edges while his knees are tucked underneath his arms. His head is resting absently on a shoulder, and the dream king seems lost in thought for sometime before his eyes finally flit to meet Nuala’s. She doesn’t flinch underneath the intensity of the Endless’s gaze, but it’s a near thing. 

“...Nuala,” Dream finally grunts, lifting a hand and gesturing to her to move closer. “Join me.”

“Yes!” Nuala squeaks, moving hurriedly to close the distance between herself and the small piece of furniture where the dreamlord has draped himself. As she approaches, the chair extends in length to accommodate her, effectively transforming into a small sofa. Dream rearranges himself to leave open a small space where Nuala can sit—sprawl, even, if she wanted to. She chooses instead to sit up straight, not wanting to look unseemly in front of Dream.

“My lord—” Nuala begins after some silence has passed between them. “Are you…are you quite all right?” she asks, already knowing the answer. Dream grunts and sits up slightly, shaking his head as he does so. 

“I have been better,” Dream replies, before coughing into his fist, almost awkwardly. “But I suppose you already knew that.” 

Nuala clenches her fists and nods, not knowing what else to do. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks, blushing as she realizes too late how suggestive her words sound. Dream lets out a small huff of laughter before he turns to face her, leveling the faerie with an intense gaze.

“You say you wish to help…” he says, his eyes trailing downwards from her face to her neck. Nuala flushes as he continues to stare but does not say anything more. His eyes are practically blackened, and Nuala cannot help but wonder what about her he’s so focused on.  Surely he can’t be thinking—? No, he’s only just ended another relationship, there’s no way he would think of her like that. Nuala pushes aside her lurid thoughts and only nods firmly, meeting his gaze head on.

“I do,” she answers, proud that her voice does not waver. “If there is anything you need, I would be—”

“And yet,” Dream interrupts her, and oh. When had he come so close? One moment he was on the other side of the sofa and now his face is directly in front of hers. His expression is now contorted in displeasure as he stares down at her, and Nuala does her best not to shrink and curl up in shame.

“You wear a reminder of her around your neck,” he finishes, right before he forcefully tugs the pendant Thessaly gave her from underneath her nightdress causing Nuala to shriek in surprise. Dream has never touched her so familiarly before, and the residual warmth of his fingers seems to burn where he touched her to get at the necklace.

Dream hums as he turns the pendant over in his fingers, considering. Nuala wonders if he means to destroy it. She wouldn’t be surprised if he wished to, and if he asked, she would hand it over, although she’d be sad to lose it. It really was so pretty…

“How long have you had this?” Dream asks, no, demands, his eyes darkening once more as he waits for her answer.

“N-n-not long, my lord, I swear!” Nuala yelps. “She uhm, I mean Thess—”

Dream growls and Nuala shrinks back, chastised. She remembered now how her lord had commanded no one speak her name in his presence. Another awkward silence falls between them before Dream sighs and releases his hold on the necklace, letting it drop back down to Nuala’s chest.

“My apologies,” Dream says, his eyes returning back to their normal color. “I know you were close with…her,” he finishes, nodding at the faerie to gauge her understanding of how to refer to his ex-lover. Nuala nods her assent and starts fiddling with the pendant herself, focusing on it instead of meeting her lord in the eyes.

“She was nice to me,” the faerie says. “The necklace was…a parting gift,” she admits, wondering if it’s a mistake to do so. She really liked Thessaly, she was always telling her stories and making Nuala laugh, even if the faerie really didn’t care for her complaints about Dream. And there were so many, it seemed. No matter what her lord seemed to do, it was never enough for Thessaly to be happy. 

“A parting gift,” Dream spits out the last word as if it were poison. Nuala flinches, but only so slightly. It was clear their breakup was still a sensitive subject. 

“I suppose she thought she could bribe you to leave me with pretty trinkets,” Dream continues, sniffing disdainfully as his gaze returns to the pendant once more. “I imagine she thought you would choose to leave with her if she gave you enough shiny things.”

“I—no, I would never!” Nuala insists, dropping the pendant from her hands immediately. She’s horrified that Dream would ever think such a thing. Thessaly was nice, but the Dreaming was her home, and her loyalties did not switch so easily. 

“No—you are still here after all,” Dream murmurs. “Still, I don’t like this,” he says, right before he grabs the pendant once more and snaps the chain clean off her neck.

“Lord Morpheus!” Nuala cries unhappily. So he was going to destroy the pendant after all.

“Peace, little one,” Dream replies, holding up the pendant, undamaged, though the chain it sat upon is irreparably broken. Nuala silently mourns its loss but she supposes it’s better than the whole thing being destroyed. “I will return this to you,” he adds.

Nuala feels a surge of warmth as she reaches to take the pendant back, but Dream holds it just out of reach and shakes his head.

“Before that,” Dream says, “I would like for you to tell me a story.”

“A story, my lord?” Nuala asks, unable to hide her surprise.  

“Yes,” Dream says, waving the pendant back and forth. “In exchange for your secrecy, you will give me a story, and I will let you keep this trinket now that I know it poses no threat.”

Oh. Of course that’s what he wanted to inspect the thing for. Of course.

“Are we in agreement?” Dream asks her, and Nuala nods eagerly. 

“Yes, my lord,” she answers, and then she begins to think of a story that would be worthy of telling to the Dream King. She’s so lost in her thoughts and what to talk about that she does not notice Dream shifting his position until a weight makes itself known on her thighs. Nuala squeaks when she realizes Dream has lain his head down on her lap.

“My lord?!” Nuala asks, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire. Could one self-combust in the Dreaming? She certainly felt like she was. Oh gods, how was she supposed to concentrate on telling a story now?

“Hmm?” Dream hums as if there were absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. As if this was something he did all the time. When Nuala looks down at him, she notices his eyes are closed and thank goodness for that. 

“I—are you comfortable, my lord?” Nuala asks, hoping Dream cannot hear her how fast her pulse is jackrabbiting.

“I am,” Dream answers. “You may begin.”

[motelsnleatherseats]

Wincest Kinktober!

Finally participating this year! Can't wait to complete the set, I'm really looking forward to something each day.

Day 1 kink: Edging.

[mydaylight]

Carrie Coon as BERTHA RUSSELL in The Gilded Age, 2x01 "You Don't Even Like Opera"

[thatsoraeden]

With the festival drawing to a close, Raeden is sent back to where she was before; Hisui.

E returns to their true form, the body no longer required.

[livinginanotherworld]

EricBogosian