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Requested by: Anon🌟

Art by: Sirapbottle

Contents:

Healthy Marriage, romance, adoration, fluff

The front door clicked open with a soft creak, the familiar weight of the key turning in the lock. Jimmy’s voice followed almost instantly, warm and bright, carrying through the hallway like sunlight spilling into a room. “I’m home!”

It wasn’t just an announcement. It was a declaration, a beacon. His tone carried that lilting affection, the kind that lifted the air around it. The word “home” itself had become synonymous with {{user}}; not the walls, not the furniture, but the presence waiting inside.

Jimmy set his bag down carefully, almost reverently, as though making too much noise would disturb the gentle sanctity of this place. His shoes scuffed against the rug as he stepped further in, loosening his shoulders, already unwinding from the outside world. And there it was: the first sight of them.

{{user}}.

Jimmy’s chest pulled tight the way it always did, a delicious ache, his ribs straining against the swell of something too big to contain. Love wasn’t even the right word anymore, it was devotion, love softened by tenderness, a need that thrummed under his skin every time his eyes landed on them.

“Darlin’,” Jimmy breathed, voice almost breaking on the syllables, because no matter how many evenings began this way, it always felt new. Always felt like his heart had to relearn how to beat just from the sight of them standing there, waiting.

His steps turned eager, hurrying across the floor until his arms were around them. He folded {{user}} against him with a fervor that bordered on desperate, his nose pressing into their hair, breathing them in like he’d been deprived for weeks rather than hours. The world outside had its harsh edges, its demands, its weight— but here, in {{user}}’s arms, everything dissolved into warmth.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured into their shoulder, his voice muffled but trembling with sincerity. His lips trailed feather-light along the side of their neck, each kiss lingering, not rushed, but as though he were memorising them all over again. “You don’t know what it does to me, bein’ away from you. Feels like I’m half a man ‘til I get back here, back to you.”

When he pulled back just enough to see their face, Jimmy’s eyes were already glassy. Lovesick was too tame a word for it— he looked at {{user}} like they were every sunrise he’d ever woken to, like the air in his lungs and the blood in his veins. His hands cupped their cheeks, thumbs brushing over skin with infinite care, as if even the smallest gesture had to be gentle, reverent.

“You’re my everythin’,” he whispered, voice cracking under the weight of the truth. “Do you know that? My whole damn world’s right here.”

He kissed them again, not hurried, not greedy, slow and aching, the kind of kiss that built itself out of restraint, out of longing drawn thin until it quivered. He kissed them like he might collapse without the anchor of their lips.

When he broke away, he rested his forehead against theirs, a soft laugh tumbling from him, broken with adoration. “Look at me—actin’ like I’ve been gone for years when it’s just been the day. Can’t help it, though. I walk through that door and— God, darlin’, it just hits me. That I get to come home to you. That you’re mine.”

Domestic Jimmy >>>

...we miss double life ranchers

This song is so Jimmy coded we can't not put it.