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[missjanjie]

16 goodedoll or methydoll 🥺💞

16. Things you said with no space between us

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Normally, Nicky was pretty quiet in bed. She preferred to focus on the sex itself, and not filling the silence with unnecessary words. Sex was a universal language, she never needed to worry about saying the wrong thing, or mixing up grammar rules and sounding silly. It was relaxing.

Gigi, however, was different. While she wasn’t especially chatty in casual conversations, she was incredibly vocal in bed. She would eagerly beg for more when she bottomed and verbally asserted herself when she topped.

And it wasn’t like Nicky didn’t like it, but it had taken some getting used to. Sometimes Gigi was on to a new thought before Nicky was done deciphering the first one. It was a learning curve.

They would talk about it afterwards, though. Their bodies were still pressed together, sweat making their skin stick to each other’s. “Am I doing something wrong?” Gigi had asked the first time.

“No, of course not,” Nicky frowned. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re just so… quiet,” she explained. “If I’m not, like, getting you off, you can tell me.”

Nicky gently carded her fingers through Gigi’s hair. “You are getting me off, though. That’s why I’m not talkative. You make me feel so good, I just want to enjoy it.” She quietly thought for a moment. “But I could try to say so while it’s happening, I guess I can see why it could make you second-guess yourself, and I’m sorry about that.”

Gigi smiled, gently kissing her. “It’s okay, I’m glad I asked.” She was proud of herself, proud of how she was able to have an open and honest conversation with her new girlfriend. It had never really happened before.

And every time since, they talked to each other after sex. It wasn’t exactly fluffy pillow talk, but it brought them closer. They found themselves trusting each other implicitly, something new and perhaps a bit jarring for both of them. But at the end of the day, they were having the best sex of their lives, well worth the discomfort that came with the emotional intimacy.

[missjanjie]

For your prompts: 54 and 57 with X and your choice of ship. ✨

alexa, play ‘i made out with a rockstar’ by kesha

54. “You can hide the hickies, but you can’t un-fuck me.” & “Could you shut up for one minute?” / X. Rockstar AU

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“So, what, are you a groupie now?” Jaida teased as she watched Gigi get ready for yet another concert.

Gigi scoffed. “Of course not. Groupie implies it being one-sided, that she has no idea I exist,” she explained, then smirked. “And believe me, she knows I exist.”

Her friend rolled her eyes. “What, you throw your bra on stage or something?”

“You have no faith in me,” she huffed. “I went backstage, Jaida. I hooked up with the Nicky Doll. And I’m going to do it again if everything goes according to plan.”

“Got it, you’re not a groupie, just a whore,” Jaida teased.

Gigi laughed and shook her head. “And you’re a fucking bitch.”

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After the concert, Gigi made her way towards the backstage, where the security guard stood ready to haul off anyone that wasn’t supposed to be there. “You have a pass, ma’am?” he asked.

“No, but tell Nicky that Gigi Goode is here to see her. She’ll know who I am,” she replied with confidence.

The security guard clearly could not have cared less, nor did he feel inclined to believe her. But he humored her and sent a stagehand back to let Nicky know. To his surprise, the stagehand returned a couple minutes later with instructions to send Gigi back to Nicky’s dressing room. “Alright, go ahead,” he acquiesced and let her backstage.

Gigi walked with a confident strut into Nicky’s dressing room, where the lead singer sat sprawled out on a couch, smoking a cigarette. “Great show, as always,” she hummed.

Nicky put out the cigarette and looked at the younger woman with an amused smirk. “Are you stalking me, kid?”

“Of course not, following your tour schedule is easy, public information,” she defended as she sat beside her. “Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me.”

“You’re a nuisance,” Nicky retorted.

Gigi wasn’t deterred, it was obvious there was no real malice behind Nicky’s response. “You can hide the hickies, but you can’t un-fuck me.”

Nicky tossed her head back and groaned. “Could you shut up for one minute?”

“I could, but where’s the fun in that?” Gigi smirked. “Besides, you’re the one that brought me back here. I know you didn’t do it just to scold me. Unless you’re into that.”

Nicky arched her brow, then in a swift movement, pinned Gigi down to the couch. “Oh, I’m going to scold you alright.”

[missjanjie]

Let’s try 8J? Ma’am, your drabbles from today just made my day better. I’ve been having a shitty couple of days but everything on here is just positive vibes. 🥨

aw im sorry to hear that, but happy i was able to help!

8. Gigi Goode/Nicky Doll & J. Coffee Shop AU

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Gigi would consider herself a coffee snob. A lot of people would consider ‘coffee’ to be an unnecessary qualifier, but she wouldn’t acknowledge as much. She had been to several coffee shops after moving to New York, but had found that only one satisfied her taste. 

It was a little French café, a bit out of the way - she had been late to work a couple of times because she simply couldn’t start her day without it and she’d wait on the fifteen minute line if she had to.

Of course, she might have had an ulterior motive beyond being incredibly picky about her coffee. And that motive came in the form of the café’s owner - a tan blonde who matched Gigi’s dry wit to a T - Nicky. Gigi would never say it out loud, but she was kind of obsessed with her. Not in an alarming way, but in a way that would drive her into the shop every day even if the coffee was terrible.

“The usual, mon chou?” Nicky asked before Gigi even opened her mouth.

Gigi’s cheeks tinted pink, but she nodded nonetheless. “Yes, please. Um, merci,” she did her best to mime Nicky’s accent, not wanting to mock her, but to be more accurate.

“E for effort,” she smiled as she rang up the order. “You’re cute when you try to speak French.”

“And you’re cute when you patronize me,” Gigi retorted with a laugh as she paid. “I know it’s not on the menu, but how much would it cost me to get a private lesson with you, huh?”

Nicky turned her head to giggle as she moved to get the order from one of her employees, and used the brief respite to figure out how to answer, she wanted to get it just right. Sure, she got hit on all the time at work, but never by someone she would actually consider it with. “For you?” she looked her over, “one dinner, and I get to pick the place.”

Gigi grinned, trying not to seem overly enthusiastic as she took her order. “You sure drive a hard bargain, Nicky,” she teased. “When and where?”

“Tonight, seven,” she answered, then paused, “I’ll let you know.”

“Oh? How?”

Nicky grinned, body perking back up. “Look in the bag,” she said before moving on to the next customer.

Gigi furrowed her brows, but turned to leave for work nonetheless. She opened her bag and looked inside, taking out the napkin and the pastry it was wrapped around. “Aw, she’s sweet,” she murmured to herself, looking at the heart-shaped pastry and the phone number on the napkin. Now, she just needed to get through the day.

[missjanjie]

This new generator idea sounds very interesting, how about 4 and C?

4. Goodedoll / C. Enemies to Lovers

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Gigi and Nicky were frontrunners in the competition, both of them highly skilled fashion designers that excelled in each week’s challenge. Naturally, both in their competitive spirit and the setting of a reality competition, a less-than-friendly rivalry had formed between the two of them. It often manifested in catty remarks and cold glares on and off set, but today, back at their housing, it had escalated to an argument.

“Oh my fucking god, you are such a pretentious asshole,” Gigi rolled her eyes.

“I’m pretentious?” Nicky looked at her incredulously. “You’ve got the most arrogant fucking attitude I have ever seen.”

Gigi crossed her arms and scowled. “You know, when someone accuses someone else of arrogance, they’re usually just insecure.”

Nicky pinched the bridge of her nose, French curse words slipping out under her breath. “God, you are so full of shit.”

“I calls it like I sees it.”

Nicky rubbed her temples. “Christ, for once in your life can you shut the fuck up?”

Gigi clicked her tongue as she stared her down. “Why don’t you make me, bitch?”

That caused something in Nicky to snap, because next thing she knew, she had Gigi pinned against the wall and she was kissing her hard. All of the adrenaline pumping through her made its way out through the kiss, leaving her utterly breathless when she came up for air.

But Gigi didn’t give her much time to catch her breath. She grabbed Nicky by the shirt and pulled her back in for another kiss, not willing to let Nicky take complete control.

“That big mouth of yours is useful for something after all, I see,” Nicky husked against her lips.

Gigi rolled her eyes like before, like she wasn’t holding onto Nicky for dear life, like her body wasn’t on fire with a desire for her touch. She could have smacked her, but for all she knew, Nicky would be into that. But then she smiled with a misplaced innocence. “Oh, I’ll show you what I can do with my mouth.” And with that, she was dragging Nicky to her bedroom.

She locked the door and had Nicky backed up against it before her competitor could attempt to regain dominance. They kissed again while Gigi undid Nicky’s jeans, tugging them and her underwear down haphazardly.

Nicky had started to make some witty remark, but before she could form a coherent thought, Gigi was on her knees and her tongue was inside her, and all she could muster was a moan. Gigi squeezed Nicky’s thigh, trying to remind her to be quiet, lest they attract unwanted attention. Then she swirled and thrusted her tongue, using two fingers to rub her clit as well. Her movements were fast, as if she were trying to outrun her common sense.

And even after Nicky came, they were still stuck in a lust-filled haze. She pulled Gigi to her feet and kissed her, this time languidly. “You proved your point, I will give you that,” she conceded as she redressed herself.

“Oh, I know,” Gigi hummed with a smug grin, one that Nicky couldn’t wipe off if she tried.

[missjanjie]

prompt 15 + au 1 + trope 2 for Nicky and Gigi?

15. “I never promised to behave.” / 1. College AU / 2. Enemies to Lovers

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The fashion industry is one of the most competitive ones around, and that apparently also applied to schools like FIT as well. Nicky and Gigi were clear examples of that, always at each other’s throats to get picked for a project, for a show, one-upping the other was often more satisfying than the project itself.

Then, as fate would have it, they were both picked to create an outfit together for an upcoming exhibition the school was hosting. Something about collaboration among talented students, neither of them paid much attention to the explanation - they were too busy glaring at each other.

But eventually they were left to start on the project. “Okay, so here’s how this is gonna go…” Gigi started as she flipped through the packet.

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no. I know you don’t think you’re going to call the shots around here,” Nicky scoffed. “I get that we have to work together, but I will not be answering to you.”

Gigi made a big show of rolling her eyes. “Fine, whatever. What’s your plan?”

Nicky stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Well… I don’t have a plan yet, but that’s beside the point.”

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered as she grabbed her sketchbook. “Look, we should at least be civil through this if we want any chance of making a good impression.”

“Mhm,” Nicky nodded, flipping open to a new page. They began spitballing ideas back and forth, both of them certain their own was superior. Compromise was difficult, to say the least, but they did eventually manage to agree on a concept.

Their relationship didn’t exactly change overnight. They bickered a lot as they worked together, but they started to get used to each other’s presence, if nothing else.

“You’re laying the lace crooked,” Gigi observed.

“I’ll lay your lace crooked,” Nicky grumbled.

“Is that even a threat?”

Nicky shrugged. “Might be.”

“I thought we agreed to be civil.”

“We did,” she hummed. “I never promised to behave.”

Gigi rolled her eyes. “Well try to.”

“Make me.”

Gigi cocked her brow, meeting Nicky’s eyes and staring her down. “Excuse me?”

Nicky couldn’t fight off a smirk. “Did I stutter? Make. Me.”

Then, before Nicky could even process it, Gigi had her pinned against the wall and kissed her hard. One of her hands kept Nicky’s wrists pinned above her head while the other grabbed her by the shirt.

“You’re so fucking obnoxious, you know that?” Gigi breathed out.

“So I’ve been told,” Nicky retorted before they started kissing again.

[missjanjie]

16N, Gigi and Nicky?

16. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” / N. Accidental/Unintentional Arousal

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As excited as Nicky was for the tour, he was the quickest to get bored on the long bus rides. He could only keep himself occupied for so long before he ran out of new posts on social media or mindless games to play. So, his attention shifted to Gigi, sat next to him with headphones on and staring out the window. 

Gigi had been completely spaced out until he was pulled back down to earth by the weight of Nicky’s head on his shoulder. He didn’t mind it, it was cute, actually. 

What was less cute was how Nicky’s hand eventually made its way under Gigi’s shirt, his fingers gently running along his skin and sometimes getting just a little too close to the fly of his jeans. In spite of himself, he felt goosebumps spread across his body - something he knew Nicky would pick up on. 

Of course he did, and he took it as a sign to keep going. While it had started out sincerely innocently at first, he just couldn’t pass this opportunity up. Nicky turned his head so he could kiss and nip along his neck and collarbone while his free hand moved up his thigh. 

“If you keep touching me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next,” Gigi whispered sharply. 

Nicky smirked, moving his lips up along Gigi’s jawline to the shell of his ear. “Is that a threat or a promise?” 

Gigi only paused to look across the aisle. Jan and Jaida were completely dead to the world in the row across from them. Perfect. He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed Nicky by the shirt and kissed him heatedly, then let go with one hand to move it down his body, palming over his crotch with just enough pressure. 

And it made Nicky whimper in a way that made Gigi smirk. He pulled back, as if to say ‘that’ll show you’ and winked. Then he sat back the way he was before, as if that never happened.

Nicky whined, that was a far worse punishment than he expected.

[missjanjie]

The year is 1890, a young noble girl by the name of Gigi stumbles into a seemingly abandoned mansion only to realise that she might not be alone. It is here that she meets the enthralling vampire queen (Nicky).

ive never written a period piece before but im like, fully obsessed with this.

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Now, Gigi was starting to realize why everyone always warned her against staying out past sundown. As it turned out, she had absolutely no sense of direction and found herself woefully lost in the middle of the night.

With the moonlight being the only source of illumination, she tried to find her way back home. Instead, she stumbled upon a mansion, beautifully built of bath stone but clearly unlived in for the better part of a century, give or take. 

Her curiosity overwhelmed self-preservation as she wandered up the steps, careful to avoid the cracks or touching the moss-covered railing. She swatted cobwebs away as she stepped inside, but not a moment later, she swore she heard something moving. 

“Is someone there?” Gigi asked, voice echoing into the darkness. She pulled the pin from her hat, brandishing it like a sword. When her hat fell from her head, she turned to pick it up, but there was nothing where it should have been. 

“How pretty,” an unfamiliar voice mused, causing Gigi to freeze in her place. 

Gigi blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the figure before her. A slender, feminine frame with olive skin and blonde hair that almost seemed white when she stood under the moonlight that seeped in through all the cracks and holes in the wall. Her eyes seemed to glow red in a manner she’d never seen on a human before. “Who are you?” She asked in a shaky voice, still holding the pin in front of her.

“At ease, darling,” Nicky plucked the brass pin from her hand and used it to fasten the hat into her own hair. “I would never harm such a beautiful little thing,” she cooed, though she bore her fangs in her smile, stepping closer to her and tilting her chin up with two fingers. “How did you end up here anyway?” 

Doing her best to hold herself with poise, she straightened her spine as she answered. “I am just trying to find my way home.” 

“They always are,” Nicky mused offhandedly, letting her fingers move down Gigi’s neck, but left it covered by the collar of her shirt that stopped an inch from her jawline.

The contact was so gentle, yet so intimate, sending a chill up her spine. “Do you… live here?”

Nicky chuckled darkly. “I suppose you could say that,” she hummed, letting her eyes rake over the girl, admiring her delicate features. “Poor thing, you still look so scared. What’s your name?”

“I’m not!” Gigi huffed indignantly, then added, “My name is Gigi.”

“Good,” she smirked, moving her hands to the belt that cinched her waist in and pulled her close. “Fear is a wasted emotion anyway,” she was close enough to just barely feel Gigi’s lips against her own as she spoke. 

Gigi found herself leaning in as if her body was acting on its own accord, but soon realized she had melted into the woman’s kiss, losing herself in the embrace. It was intoxicating and addicting, her lips still puckered when Nicky pulled back. 

“Just as sweet as I expected,” Nicky smirked. “I wonder if the rest of you does as well.”

“I don’t- oh!” She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, lips parted. 

Nicky had hiked up Gigi’s skirt and weaved their way beneath her layers of undergarments. But she didn’t move her fingers, as if she were silently waiting for permission, to see if she would stop her or pull away. 

But Gigi was pliant and relaxed under her touch. She let her fingers circle and rub her clit, listening to the breathy moans the action elicited before carefully easing a finger in. It was clear to Nicky that this girl had never been touched like this before, so she was gentle, taking her time.

And Gigi was too far gone to think about what this would mean for her should anyone find out. All that mattered in the moment was her desire for more, hips rocking against her finger, even more so when the second was added. 

“Good girl,” Nicky praised, her eyes couldn’t help but drift to the pale, exposed length of her neck. The temptation was there, but the desire to pleasure the girl outweighed it, so she kissed her lips and steadily pumped her fingers. 

“Oh god, oh god I- ah!” Gigi felt a wave of ecstasy wash over her, a sensation she didn’t have the words to describe, leaving her lungs breathless and legs weak. 

Nicky allowed her a moment to compose herself, but her gaze bore into her as she rose her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. “Even sweeter than your lips,” she purred. 

When Gigi woke up in her bed the next morning, she didn’t quite remember how she got there. But then her eyes drifted to the floor and she saw her hat, the pin resting on top, also serving the purpose of holding a note in place. 

“It looks better on you. Until we meet again. Nicky,” she read. “Ah, so that’s her name.”

[missjanjie]

just here to submit a request for “bite me” with Nicky x Gigi

i had...probably too much fun w this

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“Explain to me again why we are doing this,” Nicky requested, sounding mildly irked as he touched up his lips in the mirror, keeping them in a pout as he finished them with just a hint of glitter. 

Gigi rolled his eyes. This was at least the third time he had gone through the story, though he supposed once more wasn’t much worse. “My mom said I was dating another drag queen because it sounded like an interesting blurb but no one would remember it. But now she got invited to a fancy party and they specifically requested I come in drag with my drag queen boyfriend. Since I don’t actually have one, you are filling that role for the night because you’re a good friend doing me a favor. Capiche?”

Nicky nodded as he listened. “Right, so is your whole family crazy or is it limited to your branch?”

“Bite me,” he huffed as he grabbed his jacket. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

The party was in a restaurant in downtown Manhattan that was reserved just for the event. The decor and party guests alike exuded elegance and poise, and as Gigi entered with Nicky on his arm, he felt at ease quicker than he could have anticipated. “Pretty much everyone here is in the fashion and design industry or connected to it, you should fit right in.”

He looked around, letting out a soft hum of approval. “This is why you picked me, yes?”

Gigi’s cheeks ghosted pink and he cleared his throat. “Obviously,” he tried to play it off as flippant and casual, but of course Nicky wouldn’t let him get away with it, grabbing his arm and holding him in place. 

“You hesitated.”

Before he had a chance to defend himself, Gigi’s mom swooped in and guided the pair through the restaurant to a small group of people and excitedly introduced her son. 

“And this is Karl, my boyfriend, aka Nicky Doll,” he wrapped his arms around Nicky from behind and placed a light kiss to his temple, careful not to leave a lipstick print. 

“So nice to meet you,” he smiled and shook hands, amused by how taken with the both of them everyone was. Well, he couldn’t exactly blame them - they were in full glam and easily the best dressed in the room. 

The conversation flowed easily enough, though Gigi relied on Nicky’s language barrier as an excuse to take control of any question regarding their relationship - he didn’t have to worry about both of them keeping a story straight if he was the only one telling it, and Nicky didn’t seem to mind.

Once the mingling started to die down, Gigi got a moment to talk to his mom. “I think this went well, you impress all of your contemporaries?” 

“Everything was great. Thank you again, I promise I won’t bring your name into anything else without your consent,” she assured. 

“It’s no big deal, really,” he assured. “Besides, Nicky’s in his element, he’s flawless.”

“Oh right, that’s the one you have a crush on!”

“Mom!” Gigi turned bright red, then turned when he saw something sparkle out of the corner of his eye. “Fuck, did you here that?”

Nicky shook his head quickly. “Nope, nothing! Uh… je ne connais même pas l'anglais!” He made a quick turn on his heel and made a beeline to the bar. 

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make anything awkward.”

Gigi exhaled deeply. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I think it’s about time to call it a night anyway,” he gave her a quick hug and kiss before heading to the coat check, which took him right past Nicky at the bar. 

“You aren’t about to leave without me, are you?” Nicky popped up behind him as he was putting on his jacket, making the younger queen jump in surprise. “We’re meant to take the same Uber.” 

“No, I mean, yes, we are. I wasn’t… I just, I mean…stop laughing at me!” He pouted. 

Nicky covered his mouth with his hand, the rhinestones on his nails catching in the light. “Sorry, sorry. But you are like schoolgirl right now,” his free hand reached out and held Gigi’s, squeezing lightly. “It’s very sweet. I like it.”

They held hands as they walked out and while they waited for their ride. The panic Gigi had initially felt receded before they even stepped into his apartment, though a bit of embarrassment did linger. 

It didn’t help that Nicky took to teasing him as soon as he could. “You told your mommy you have a crush on me, huh?” He giggled as they started to take off their drag. 

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”

“Not a chance,” Nicky retorted, then swiftly moved to pull Gigi in by the waist. He looked up at him and kissed him tenderly. “But now we have a real origin story.”