#and I can't be home to hang out with them

[zulashi-the-writer]

Hii💗 just came from your polyrujinu fic and absolutely devoured it, I saw that your request are open so I was thinking if you could write another polyrujinu fic but with a reader who has a secret identity 🤭

Like since both of them kept secrets from reader then why don't reader kept secrets from them😏

Honestly, I was thinking of reader being apart of alien stage, possibly a character like luka from alien stage?

And how would they react when they saw reader on stage😳 (I CAN SMELL THE DRAMA) and to not complicate things perhaps when reader is on stage she altered her appearance to be mostly unrecognizable 😚

If this request is overwhelming, you can just ignore this💖 (also would love more of poly rujinu crumbs even if it's not base on this request 🤭)

I'm really sorry I haven't watched Alien Stage🥲 so I hope you don't mind I'm making them apart of a band, which is K/DA

Biggest Fans

Poly Rujinu x Popstar Reader

Summary: when your secret comes out in the most terrible way and your walls come crashing down with the two most people in your life

1st/2nd person pov

"Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down"- POP/STARS I sang into the mic, my mask making my hot breath fan into my face I held my pose as the crowd cheered, I stared out looking at all the band lights smiling underneath the fabric it feels amazing standing here, I relaxed from my pose along with my band mates taking a bow before running off stage peeling my mask off releasing a long awaited breath.

"Huntrix is here" one of our crew squealed making my body tense, my hands quickly rushed to put of the mask making a few mistakes as I watched them approach, Rumi smiled making my heart flutter "you guys were amazing" Zoey squealed rushing to hug all of us, the sudden pressure of her hug making me breathless, we all breathed out a 'thank you' leading them back to our changing room, we did a collab when we were just starting out so it's been a few times were we just hang out but my mask always stays on which they thankfully never question.

We plopped down on the couch with a huff Rumi sitting across from me on her phone most likely texting Jinu about dinner later, my heart jumped hearing my phone buzzed alerting me of a text, I watched her eyes flicker over with curiosity, I pulled it out, the screen switched on displaying her notification with a few hearts next to her name "hey guys I'll be back family calling" I laughed nervously standing up from my spot, walking into the connecting bathroom and shutting the door.

'Hey can I come over after this hangout???' my heart raced as my finger tips hung over the keyboard, I hate having to lie 'I'll be home late I have some new clients coming in for measurements, I have some snacks in the cupboard if your hungry' I typed out only to delete it 'I'm going to be here late tonight how about tomorrow?' I released a shaky breath as I pressed send, my eyes watched the double ticks turn blue, my breath catching as I saw the bubbles pop up and then disappear "everything ok in there" my body jumped and stumbled to catch my phone as it fell from my hands "y-yeah just a minute' I called out straightening up as I caught my phone, I checked one more time but no messages before slipping it back in my pocket.

It wasn't the first time I asked to move plans but they've done it to so she can't be that upset about it, I rolled my shoulders back relaxing them before leaving the bathroom, everyone was already standing by the door "so early" I asked confused Rumi only glanced at me before returning to her bandmate "yeah we got to bounce" Mira murmured her lips curled in a slight smile, we bid our goodbyes before they left.

"You know one of these days you are going to have to tell them" Madison spoke laying a gentle hand on my shoulder as I pulled off the mask, letting it hang loose on my fingers "I know your scared but they love you and I doubt they'd break up with you for being a superstar" she smiled before heading to her makeup chair, I stared at the ground in a daze 'how would it be if I told them' my mind went straight into a negative spiral it always does when it comes to them, I don't want to lose them, I just can't and them knowing I was lying would hurt them.

"Maybe" I murmured drowning out the conversation that continued sitting out the couch staring at my black screen no response or call just silent, it was nerve wrecking my phone dinged with a notification but it wasn't hers I tapped on it and it took me to a Insta live, jinu dancing with the band preforming on of their new songs, my heart fluttered he was just amazing "I'm gonna head out" I said standing up from my spot, I took off my mask and slid it into my pocket along with my phone.

I grabbed the rest of my things and waved everyone goodbye "remember I want the finished melody by tonight" our manager called out but I just waved him off and rushed into our drivers car that was waiting for me, we talked a little as my eyes traveled across the passing buildings watching the billboards switch between us, Huntrix and Saja Boys for the upcoming idol awards I sighed out of frustration throwing my head back against the head rest, this was so frustrating, why can't this be easy.

The car pulled up a hill nearing my small house slowly coming to a holt infront of its quaint garden, the beautiful wild flowers lit up by the small garden lights "goodnight" I smiled at the driver, stepping out of the car my body shivered at the cold night air, I just needed to shower I groaned in delight imagining the hot water racing down my body, I rushed into the house kicking my shoes off greeting the animals as I placed down my things heading straight for my room tearing off my clothes as I went, walking through my bedroom towards the bathroom I switched in the light before stepping into it, I was hit by the cold radiating off of the tiles.

My body quivered as I stepped into the shower turning on the water, a cold squeal leaving my throat as the cold water ran down my body before it started getting warmer, my body relaxed as the water heated up letting my hands ease my stiff muscles, once my body was relaxed I began to wash, combing my shampoo through my hair with my fingers letting the soap suds flow over my body I raised my head closing my eyes lifting my hand to rub my face, I i moved my hands to the tap starting to close it savoring the feeling of warmth till there was nothing left.

I grabbed my towel wrapping it around my body, flicking my hair forward wrapping it up too to dry, I walked into my room jumping onto my plush king sized bed grabbing my laptop bringing it infront of me "the finished melody here I come" I murmured stretching out my arms grabbing my headphones placing them over my ears, turned on my laptop scrolling to my music files watching the melody appear on my screen, pressing play the music was low in the background as I started feeling the beat "Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind? And I treat you like a prize then I throw you to the side? Am I really that bad if I love to make you mad? And get happy when you're sad? Only care about a bag" my voice dwindled as I sung the new lyrics typing them as I go.

"In control That's how I like it and I'm never letting go, na-ah-ah Never had a soul (soul) So you ain't taking nothing from me when you go, na-ah-ah I'll stay so deep inside your brain And take you somewhere far away" - Villains the music continued as the lyrics flowed out my life my eyes closed tight getting into the mood, my eyes scrunched closed as the lights flicked on, the lyrics caught in my throat, I opened my eyes looking towards the door to see Jinu and Rumi there their expressions almost unreadable, I rushed from my spot flicking my headphones from my head cringing as the song started playing on full volume "I-I" I didn't know what to say and quickly turned off the song shutting the laptops lid, I looked towards Rumi seeing her hold herself the look of hurt taking over her face "Rumi i-" I paused watching her throw my mask onto the floor infront of me.

"that yours" she questioned her voice low her eyes not meeting mine, I bent down grabbing it and mumbling a quick 'yeah' "why did you not tell us" she muttered moving uncomfortably on her feet I hated seeing her like this 'rumi' I said stepping forward but she stepped away from me making me holt in my movements I opened my mouth, my words coming out shaking "I don't know why I didn't tell you, I just didn't know how to bring it up now it seemed to late to tell you" jinu just looked between us not knowing what to say.

"you could've told me when we first collabed together or the second or how about the fifth" her voice slowly getting louder with each word leaving her lips "I'm sorry Rumi I really didn't know how to tell you" I said making her sigh and look down towards the ground "is that why you always cancel on us" jinu said his voice cracked like holding back emotions, I sighed heavily running my hands over my face "this isn't how it's supposed to happen" I breathed in frustration.

"let me guess you didn't want us to know" jinu muttered my mouth gaped "jinu you know that's not true" I said but he just shook his head moving out of the door "I think it best we leave so you can focus on your secret life" Rumi murmured following after him, I called out but no response just the sound of the closing door, I stumbled back sitting on the bed my hands gripping the edge of it, my phone dinging with messages, my chest heaving with every breath as I went over the conversation in my head imagining the different why it could've gone.

My body was stiff as I moved my hand to grab my phone, my eyes widening as I read their messages:

Rumi: I just need time to think I'll message you when I'm ready

Jinu: me too

My eyes fluttered as I sent a thumbs up exiting the chat seeing my manager send a message on our group:

Manager: The driver will pick you guys up at eight the plane leave at nine

Madison: los Angeles here we come🥳

Lexie: can't wait🎉

I switched my phone off as the messages kept coming, placing it down on the bed I fell back against the mattress turning away from the device, I don't know how long I laid there just staring off at the wall ignoring the world around me, my eyes finally moved once I heard a meow coming from the door it was my cat toasty sitting his big eyes staring at me "feeding time already" I murmured to him groaning as I slowly got up half my body asleep, I slowly made my way to the kitchen filling up their bowls petting them as they walked past me "I'm gonna miss you guys" I said smiling at them before walking back to my room to pack before bed.

I sat on my suitcase finally closing it 'done' I breathed a sigh of relief pushing it next to the other one, I grabbed my carry on from my bed placing it on my suitcase, I moved to sit on my bed looking at my phone, no notifications from them, I bit my lip contemplating if I should tell them "they did say I mustn't message them, but they do now so it's best that I do" I rolled my eyes at myself "what am I doing" I muttered throwing myself back onto the bed "why do relationships have to be so hard" I looked around my room seeing my lyric book laying on my bedside table, I sat up onto my elbows staring at it.

I moved to grab it, slowly paging through all the songs I've written about them, I've never showed anyone this because it's the most vulnerable I've been, my hands traced the page of the last song reading some lines over and over maybe it's time someone does read it, I ripped a blank page from the back grabbing a pencil and writing a letter to them, telling them I'm on tour, as I was almost done my eyes started to droop shut from exhaustion 'just a little nap' I thought shutting my eyes.

I wake up with the sun in my face, my phone buzzing with calls "shit" I muttered stammering to my feet rushing to get ready, the clothes I threw on look peculiar and wrinkled, brushing my hair till it looks somewhat decent and rushed with my bags to the kitchen to feed the pets "I'll see you guys soon, behave for mrs Morris" I called out rushing out the door waving to mrs Morris as she called out to me from her house, I shoved all my stuff into the boot before joining the girls in the car "dam when did you wake up" Madison laughed "3 minutes ago" I giggled making the others laugh too, my heart pinged with sadness as I remembered last night's events 'can't think about that right now' "we got a show tonight".

The stadium was packed with fans screaming widely as you performed the new song, but only the band and crew can see that you were distracted by something, the dance moves were a bit off and the timings a second too late it was frustrating you, how you couldn't get them off your mind but then you saw it a different fan light your favourite colour and the person holding it was jinu who was smiling and singing along to the lyrics "please give a warm welcome to our surprise guests Huntrix" Madison yelled making the crowd scream louder, I watched Rumi burst onto stage coming right next to me "I'm sorry" she murmured but I didn't care and embraced her "don't do that to me ever again" I whispered "I promise" she smiled as we slowly let go of each other, we performed our collabs while jinu cheered in the crowd I finally was all in with them by my side.

"I love you guys"

[sydwritess]

The Life of Racing Pt. 1

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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You were a well know journalist in the F1 community. You were known more for what your write. Articles on driving life, as well as interviewing drivers about their F1 experience as a whole.

To say the least, you were well respected in the community, and by the public, you were known as an influencer to. You showed up at multiple events and races, surly not as big of a base as the drivers, but people knew you.

You were hired by f1 around a year ago. Climbing your way up the ladder in the workforce.

You were grateful to be working there. And you weren't alone in it either. Your best friend, Lewis, has been by you for what feels like forever, seeing how your families did know each other too.

Article after article. Late night after late night. You got so well ahead that some of the drivers started talking to you and hanging out with you on paddock. Which tells the story itself, seeing how you were an interviewer.

Your main focus was on the McLaren team. Zak, your boss, knew you were a 'hard worker' from the moment he saw you, he said.

Now you were at the Canadian GP. You were walking out of the paddock and into the McLaren garage, sitting down at a desk they watched the races from.

You got out your laptop, notebook, and pen. Cliking it quickly on the desk, out of anxiousness.

"Y/n, did you get those interviews recorded today?" Zak asked, walking by you in a hurry.

"Yeah. I'm working on it." You say tiredly.

It was a long day to say the least. A long week. You look over to your right, seeing Lando sit down next to you.

He smiled slightly before logging into a computer.

"Looks like someone can't keep up with this job." And engineer said from the back.

"Will you shut the hell up?" You say, slamming your pen down and looking at the person. He just put his hands up in defense and turned around.

"Fucking Christ." You mumble, turning back around to your laptop.

"Y/n, do you need to go home? It's been a long day-." Zak said quietly, walking up behind you.

"No. I need to get this done." You say. He takes a deep breath before walking away.

You were working silently for a couple of minutes, writing down notes from today's interview.

"What are you working on?" Lando asked quietly, leaning over and looking at your screen.

"Just... today's interview." You say. He nodded his head silently.

"You know. Don't listen to Gerard. He's always and asshole." He says, a slight grin forming on his face.

"Thanks." You say, smiling slightly.

You continue working on different article drafts for Zak, hoping to get them published this week.

Next to you, you hear Lando sigh deeply, rubbing his hands on his temples slowly. He had the replay paused on his crash.

"You shouldn't let one crash define who you are." You say quietly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at you with a straight face.

"Within the short time I've been here. I can tell your the type to beat yourself up about one mistake. You just... shouldn't." You say.

"You know, you definitely have some great opinions." He says, smirking.

"It's called... being open minded." You say, letting out a huffed laugh.

You continued to work on your drafts, while also looking at the interviews from today. You were deeply focused on what you were working on, signaling out Lando's voice.

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" That came clear to you.

"We can. But I'm just going to be reviewing the race. Nothing special." You say.

"That's fine. We can work, or do whatever." He smiled.

"Yeah, okay meet me at my hotel room around five." You say. You write down the floor and room number and give it to him.

"Fancy." He said slyly.

"Please, I bet you have a full house out there." You joke.

"Maybe. Maybe not. But..." He holds up the paper. "I'll meet you there." He says.

It get's closer to evening time, and people start to leave. You begin to pack up your things and leave the garage, walking down the paddock strip.

The crowds were dying down. There was a long line to get out of the gates. You walk around to the back entrance, mainly for workers.

You walk up to the gates, security guarding the entrance.

"Ms. Y/n, right this way." One of the guards say. He walks right next to you, leading you to your car.

You look at him slightly confused along the way.

"It's a new protocol. Anyone who works here, or who is known to the public eye, unfortunately needs escort." He says.

"Right, okay."

You walk down to your car, the guard opens your door for you.

"Thank you." You say, he nods and shuts it when you get in.

You slowly drive out of the parking lot, making your way out of the circuit and into downtown.

You made your way through the heavy evening traffic and to the hotel. You quickly walk through the lobby, and to the elevators.

It took a minute before the doors finally opened. You stepped inside, clicking the 30th floor button. The elevator slowly rose to the top.

You got off and walked down the hallway, entering your room at the end.

It was big to say the least. A little foyer at the front. Straight in is a small living room, to the left was a kitchen and small island, and to the right was a small hallway leading to the bedroom and bathroom.

It was spacious, which you were grateful for seeing how you were spending over a week here.

You kick off your shoes, putting them under the bench near the door, and dropping your keys down on the table.

You walk into the living area, quickly turning on the TV, putting on the race to review for work.

You walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a wine glass and a bottle of Barolo wine.

Your pour some into the glass and go sit int he living room, watching the TV and taking down notes.

You continue the notes that you need to when you hear a light knock on the room door. You walk over to it, and open it slightly. Lando stood there.

"Hey, come on in." You say, moving over. He walks in slowly, standing across from you as you close the door.

"I'm just finishing his up." You say, lazily pointing to the TV as you sit on the couch.

"It's alright, I don't mind watching me be a brilliant racer." He teased. Sitting down to the left of you.

"Yeah, I mean, you totally didn't crash or anything." You smile. You press play on the race, grabbing your notebook.

"You've got a lot of notes." He says.

"Got a lot of writing to do." You say.

You keep you eyes on the TV, writing down details of different laps. You are mid sentence when Lando reaches over and takes your book and pen, setting it down on the table.

"Hey, what are you-" You cut yourself off when he put's his hands around your waist, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap, gently kissing you on the forehead.

"I hate hiding us." He sighs. You reach your hand to the back of his head gently.

"I know. But you knew this when we started going out." You say.

"Is it wrong to want to brag about my beautiful girlfriend all over social media? Or tell people that your mine when walking around the paddock?" He whines.

"No, but you can't. It might get us in trouble." You say.

"By who?"

"By our boss. Who does, might I add, have a very, very high temper some days."

"We could find a new job."

"Your really willing to let go of a Formula One career for a relationship?"

"If it means I get to stay with you, then yes." He said, putting his head into the crook of your neck.

"You'll be fine. At least we get to be together after work."

"But it's to short of time." He mumbles into your neck. There was a pause, a deep silence.

"Do you know why I crashed today?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Why?"

"Because you weren't there to hold my hand, or kiss me before getting into the car or I couldn't post you on Instagram the night before." He said, slowly, and sadly.

"So am I just your good luck charm?"

"No- no, no I'm just saying. I missed you, that's why I crashed." He said, backing up his answer.

"Hmm, I think you crashed because you thought you could get through a gap that wasn't big enough." You say, looking him in the eyes.

"Because I wanted to impress you." He said, smirking.

"Impress me?"

"Yeah. Like how you impress me."

"How do I impress you?" You ask curiously.

"Because, some people might think your just another journalist, but your good at what you do. And you even need a security escort to your car at work." He said.

"Yeah, and he told me it's for every worker on the circuit."

"He just said that to make you feel not special." He said, pausing. "He downgraded my girlfriend."

"Downgraded? Lan I don't think-"

"Yes he did." He interrupted.

"Okay... whatever you want to believe." You say, smiling. He leans to the table, grabbing your book and pen.

"You can write again." He smiles.

"Thanks." You say. You flip open the notebook to an empty page, and start writing something.

Lando tried to peer over to your book, but you turned it away, closer to you. You finish writing your sentence, and give it to him.

"Lando Norris, states privately that he crashed into Oscar in Canadian GP due to his secret girlfriend, journalist y/n, y/l/n, not giving him a kiss before getting in the car." He mumbles.

"Y/n." He gasps. "You can't write this!" He said, scrambling the notebook back into your hands.

"Oh I'm sorry. Weren't you the one who wanted to brag about e everywhere?" You ask.

"Yes but that's different. That is my love. This." He said, tapping on the page. "Is just calling me out."

"I thought." You pause, working up fake tears. "I really thought you loved me." You say.

"Awe come on, don't be sad. I do love you." He says, cradling you in his arms like a kid.

"It's a joke."

"Not a very funny joke." He says sternly. You stay like that for a couple of minutes in silence. The race playing in the background.

"Can I spend the night tonight?" Lando asks.

"You really want to risk that?" You ask, pulling your head away fro hi.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you and Oscar are only a couple floors above us. He's staying right next to you. And he's suspicious of like... well everything." You say.

"So, I can just leave early."

"Right. Did you forget he has early training tomorrow?"

"Wait- how do you know that?"

"Because there's a calendar in the team garage."

"Okay, then I will leave extra, extra early." He says, smirking.

"Whatever you say." You smile.

Hey loves! Pt. 1 of 'The Life of Racing' is here! Hope you like it, any more chapters to come! Comment ot be added to the F1 tag list! Requests are open!

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SSR Kalim Al-Asim - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

It's gonna be my birthday, so I wanna learn to be able to do more things. Let me think... Like maybe waking up by myself?

Summon: A pajama party sounds awesome! We can play games, and eat snacks... Let's try it sometime!

Groovification: Getting ready in the morning is so fun when I get to do it with everyone! Today feels like it'll be a great day!

Home:Okay, time to put on my makeup!

Swap Looks: Ahahah, that's some bedhead!

Home Transition 1: Silk loungewear is so smooth and comfy～ Even on hot days they're nice to wear, since it breathes well.

Home Transition 2: My dad sent me a bunch of accessories all adorned with huge gemstones. I think I'll wear them for the next banquet!

Home Transition 3: I was just dancing in my room and almost tripped! Thankfully, the magic carpet flew in and saved me.

Home Transition - Login: I love birthdays. I get tons of people reaching out to me, so I look forward to it every year.

Home Transition - Groovy:  We're gonna be throwing a bash this evening at the dorm. You wanna come? Oh yeah, I should invite Sebek too!

Home Tap 1: Look at this! This pearl Floyd gave me has a funny shape, don'tcha think? He said he found it while preparing some oysters.

Home Tap 2: I ran into Ace out front the Mystery Shop, and he bought me some juice since it was my birthday! I gotta return the favor sometime!

Home Tap 3: Sometimes my siblings like to sleepover with me. Whenever they do, Jamil'd always read a book to them.

Home Tap 4: Oh, hey, one of my dormmates left this board game here when he came to hang out yesterday. I should challenge him one more time when I bring it back to him!

Home Tap 5: I forgot something? Oh, this hairband is mine? It's newly-bought, so I didn't even recognize it. I just thought it was someone else's!

Home Tap - Groovy: Thanks for coming to my birthday party. We're gonna hold another banquet soon, so you should definitely come with Grim!

Duo: [KALIM]: Let's eat some cake, Sebek! [SEBEK]: Kalim-senpai, I accept your offering!

Birthday Login Message: Thanks for celebrating my birthday! Oh, hear me out a sec. Cater and Lilia are gonna throw me a party in my room, so I was wanting to give those two a surprise, too. But I can't really think of a good idea to surprise them back... What do you think I should do? I should give each of them a letter with my heartfelt feelings? That's perfect! I'll try that, they're both bound to love it! Oh yeah, I'll write you a letter too. 'Specially since you're always looking out for me!

Requested by Anonymous.

[faghubby]

Cum Addicted

I was on my knees in the corner of my basement sucking my neighbor Darren's cock. I know every inch of his cock, as I sucked it down my throat. Only stopping to suck his balls. Only to take him down my throat again. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, I had become addicted to his big cock over the last 6 months. He pulled out the first spurt of his seed splashed across my face. I quickly took him back in my mouth sucking down ever drop of his sperm.

"Jesus Paul" Darren breathed as he zipped up his shorts. He left thru the cellar door heading back towards the music. I snuck upstairs and washed my face and changed my shirt. I was headed back out when I ran straight into Cindy, my wife of 16 years.

"Darren seems satisfied" she smiled. Teasing me. She knew all about Darren. "But really today, your whole family is outside" she laughed. I blushed. And went to join the party. As soon as I stepped outside I saw Nathen, Nathen was Cindy's lover. We'll at least for the last couple of months. I just nodded and walked over to see if my mom needed anything. She was happily watching her grandchildren jump in and out of the pool.

"Paul, everything okay?" She asked. Had I been gone that long.

"All good mom just spilled stuff on my shirt" I told her explaining the wardrobe change. I made a quick loop around the yard. Playing host. It was my mom's 70th birthday. And the whole family had turned up. I found my way back in the kitchen to get more ice.

As I walked in I found Cindy pressed against the counter Nathan pushing against her.

"Cindy" I said in a hushed tone. She just motioned with her finger for me to come closer.

"Nathan is spending the night" she informed me. He had never done that with the kids home.

"What will we tell the kids?" I asked still worried someone would come in and catch them standing so close.

"That daddy is a little faggot who can't satisfy mom" Nathan laughed. I turned beet red. I could feel it. Nathan stepped away from Cindy. Instead he pushed his body against mine. I could feel his warmth, the alcohol on his breath mixed with his musk aftershave. It was intoxicating. Without thinking I reached down and ran my hand along his cock. I had never seen it but it was hard to miss

"That one is mine, Paulie" Cindy teased. I slid out away from Nathan. But the image of his big thick black cock was in my mind. Was he circumcised? Was the tip as black as him or a softer color? How much did he cum? I was obsessed with cocks I knew that. I had sucked my friends cock, and one of Cindy's previous lovers, and of course Darren's. Nathan just smiled and went back outside.

"You have become a true cock whore" She whispered in my ear she grabbed my locked cock and squeezed my balls gently.

"Are you wearing panties?" She asked. I blushed letting her know I was.

"I bet you love it if I made you wear a bikini and go prance around out there for all to see" she bit my ear gently. She wasn't wrong the idea excited me and terrified me all at once. We went back out to play host and hostess. The party winded down. My sister took my mom home. Everyone was drifting off. When I noticed Cindy and Nathan sneak off. The kids where hanging out in the basement. (Away from the adults) only my sister in law and I seemed to be left when we heard Cindy cry out. And obviously banging of the bed.

"Cindy says he has an amazing cock" Lynn told me with a huge smile as I made sure the basement door was closed so the kids wouldn't hear. "She also says she fucks that cute ass of yours with a huge strapon) she smacked my ass. I knew that Cindy had told her things I had no idea how much. Lynn suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the bathroom. She had her sundress pulled up and yanked her cotton brief panties off. She grabbed my hair and pul,ed me to her crotch.

"Cindy told me you have an amazing tounge" she told me. Lynn was a few years older then Cindy. Her hips a bit wider. And shee had a full bush unlock Cindy's shaved pussy. I didn't hesitate to lick and suck her clit. I was surprised at how fast and easy Lynn came. Grabbing my hair she seemed to want to pull me inside her as she came all over my face. But she wasn't done.

"You will do anything won't you?" She said biting her lip. She flipped over and bent down.

"Eat my ass. No one has eaten my ass in years" she told me her voice full of lust. I did as she asked my tounge probed her ass.

"Use your fingers open me up" she moaned I slipped a finger in her ass then a second all while licking her adding saliva. I slid my thumb into her still wet pussy and she howled. I had three fingers in her ass and my thumb and other in her pussy while I licked her juices that flowed freely. She came again, but not once two maybe three times one after the other. She pulled my hair and begged me not to stop. I just held her for a moment after.

"Greg would do dirty things to me, make me cum over and over" she confided in me. Greg was her ex husband they had split 4 or 5 years ago. She had dated some but never seemed to fit.

"Do you have a cock?" She asked letting her dress fall back into place. I looked at her confused.

"One that you can wear" she smirked tapping my cage thru my shorts. I shook my head no. She just frowned and left me there. I heard her call down to her kids it was time to go. They headed out. Cindy and Nathan came down. Nathan held Cindy in his arms the kids looked confused.

"Nathan is my boyfriend" CIndy told them. The kids where teenagers this didn't fit.

"So you are getting divorced?" Our daughter Carol (15) asked obviously upset.

"No, let's just say mommy had a special friend. And Daddy is okay with it" she explained. I swallowed hard but told them she was right.

"So you are some kind of kinky sex thing?" Our 14 year old Tommy asked.

"Just me and Nathan. Daddy doesn't like sex any more" Cindy told them. "So Nathan may be spending a few nights every now and then" she told them. Nathan took Cindy back upstairs leaving me to answer any other questions. I decided to give them as much truth as I could. I explained how I felt more comfortable in a submissive roll. This led to more questions. Things I didn't know they had any idea about. But crossdressing came up. And I admitted I sometimes wore woman's underwear. It was a long conversation that ended in ice cream and hugs. Carol seemed to except everything as normal, while Tommy seemed a bit wierd about me wearing woman's things. Tommy went to bed.

"There is more isn't there?" Carol smiled. "It's okay dad I love you" she told me kissing my cheek she went to bed as well. I slept on the couch. I woke to music in the kitchen. I found Cindy making pancakes. Nathan gone.

"So I got an interesting text from Lynn" Cindy smiled but wasn't upset. "If you start sucking Ryan's dick though" she laughed Ryan was her brother. We didn't see him much he lived on the otherside of the country.

[pxpecxdy]

Mel!

I’m still stuck thinking about what you wrote about having a free use poly relationship with Robby and abbot! Obsessed!

How do you think something like that would come about? Like backstory/ lore? Were two of them together and a third joined later? Whose idea was free use? Etc?

Really feel free to share anything you feel like talking about!

Okay, byeeee 💕✨

OOOOO I love giving lore

I don't think Robby and Jack were necessarily together before. Just two bros being dudes, hanging out, jerking off together, getting dinner, watching some sports, you know typically guy shit.

I don't know how she ended up in the middle of their "friendship" but she did. It's just a threesome at first. Maybe they pick her up at a bar, she can't choose who she'd rather go home with and turns out they pretty much live together already. It was supposed to be a one night stand and then Robby's calling and asking her for a cup of coffee and she says yes only if Jack will be there too.

Things develop and now it's the three of them pretty much living in Robby's apartment. You are the one to first bring it up. You're all sitting around the living room while having a drink, your legs thrown across Jack's lap as Robby sits in the arm chair across from the couch with his legs spread wide. The conversation quickly shifts into turn ons. "I love cumming on a girls glasses" Robby says and you and Jack nod and hum in agreement.

"Heels are sexy, love it when you wear those red ones, you know the strapy ones" Jack adds on, his hand running up your calf.

"Jack I think you just like seeing 'em tied up!" Robby lets out a big laugh. His large hands slap against his denim covered thighs. You take a sip of your drink, something about the two of them made words just spill from your lips.

"you know what I think is hot?" The boys turn to look at you. "Free use. Letting you use me any time you want." You draw out the word any as you shift your foot on Jack's lap.

[prettypinkporkchop]

please please please this is so important omgg

the pack if you’d give them the “fuck me” eyes?? I saw that one with the cullen’s and I desperately need a version with the pack! especially Embry and Jacob!!🫣

Now this is going to be dirty

Jacob:

You and Jake are in the woods having a cute picnic. It begins to rain out of nowhere.

"Damn it! I'm sorry, baby!" He quickly stands up and lifts you. He leaves behind the small blanket and the snacks, only worried about getting you warm.

"Babe! The food!" You shriek. But the way his arms are holding you bridal style and the way that you're the only thing on his mind, turns you on.

He shakes his head, bringing you to his truck. "We have more at home."

He gets you in his truck and then gets inside himself. He turns on the truck and turns on the heat. He reaches over to the backseat to grab his jacket. When he does so, he leans in closer to you.

Your faces are inches apart. He just looks too hot. You give him the eyes. The eyes when you ask for it. The eyes you have given him since your first time with him.

He stops reaching for the jacket. He smiles and runs his tongue along his top teeth. "Right here? In the truck?" He chuckles.

You nod your head.

And with that, you're pushed against your door. His hand inside your pants, his lips on your neck... and yeah. Car sex!

Embry:

You are at Emily's, and the pack comes back from training in the woods. The group walks in and digs into the muffins and pies that you and Emily baked together.

Embry walks over to you. He towers over you. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his hands very close to your ass. He leans down and presses his lips on yours.

You instantly kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck.

He pulls away slowly and smiles down at you. "Hey, pretty." He whispers and presses his forehead on yours.

You decide to fuck with him... everyone is around. Nobody really pays attention to the PDA because of Rachel and Paul, Emily and Sam, and Jared and Kim. You still want to get him worked up in a time he can't be.

You look up into his eyes with pure fuck me eyes. Baby doll eyes.

Embry stares for a moment. It takes a moment to register. When it does, his dick is already in a bind. He grabs your jaw and pushes your head to the side so he can whisper deep in your ear. "Don't you dare."

The rest of the day, Embry is squeezing your thigh under the table. When he looks at you, his eyes are intense.

When you both get home, he's fucking you hard. He will finger you and eat you out until you cum so much that you're crying from overstimulation.

Then he feels bad for making you cry, so he rubs your belly and holds you.

"I'm sorry, baby. You just flustered me so bad."

Paul:

He comes home after hanging out with his pack. He walks inside the house but so do Quil and Jared.

You've been lowkey horny all day thinking of Paul. So you are a bit disappointed when he brings in these two dweebs.

Paul spots you and smirks. He makes his way over to you. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him tight. "My girl." He mumbles in your neck.

You can feel his warmth envelope you. You smell his scent and smile against his chest. You pull away and look up at him.

The eyes.

He stares back into your eyes. His hands are resting on your hips. His face is serious. His eyes are deep in yours. His jaw clenches and unclenches.

"Hey... so... we're gonna dip." Jared says awkwardly.

"Yeah, uh.. see you guys later." Quil adds.

They both walk out of the house.

As soon as the door closes, you're over Paul's shoulder. He spanks your ass and carries you to the room. He takes you from behind. Grabbing on your ass. He cums inside you because of those eyes....

Those eyes replayed in his head while he was finishing and he couldn't pull out.

Quil:

Quil was playing video games with Embry online. His headset is on and he's talking loud and has random rages. It's cute as hell. You can't help but watch him have fun. He doesn't do this often. He caught up in wolfie duties and providing for both of you.

"Jesus, Embry! You're like a fucking menace!" He laughs. "Dude, stop camping!"

It's been a few hours now.. you've been waiting patiently.

You push off the doorframe in the living room and walk up to him. You get on your knees in between his legs and look up at him with the eyes.

He looks down at you. His breathing picks up. He grabs the mic on his headphones. "Gotta go. Give me like.. an hour or two." He quickly leaves the game. He throws everything to the side and he grabs your jaw, lifting you to your feet. He grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. "I hope you know... it's not gonna be one round, baby."

And boy was he not lying. He had you bent over the couch, on your back, on your side. And each round, he'd pull out and then shove his dick in your mouth making you swallow him.

Jared:

Jared is on the phone with your dad (or guardian of some sort. Someone he has to impress.) They have been getting closer and always talking about fishing.

You know hes on the phone with your dad. You smirk and walk over to him. You look up at him and give him the eyes.

His cheeks reddened. He keeps talking to your dad. "Yes sir! I can do that.. just uh... I'll grill on the pit."

You reach your hand in his shorts and grab his dick, still making those eyes at him.

Jared hisses and bucks his hips into your hand. "Your daughter is calling me! I'll call you back, sir." He hangs up the phone and then grabs your wrist. He looks in your eyes. "You're in trouble." He smirks.

He denied you orgasms until he said you could. The sex was rough. He left a bruise on your hip.

Then, he steps out, leaving you panting and whimpering on the bed. He grabs his phone to call your dad back to continue making plans.

[doodler16]

I was being serious last time about how masochistic yall are about loona, Val and stolas! Stolas isn't perfect but we all know he hasbeen trying! Stolas has been there for vi from the start of the first episode we see them in. Thy bond in the first episode we see too and we can sense their love. We see them at loo loo land hanging out while vias still mad at Stella for being a pos. The real reason why she was upset was not because of stolas bur because of Stella and we see that play put in the second ep. We see her frustration towards her mother. But deep down hides it for the most part and pretends to be mad at stolas. In the series we see them struggle because of Stella who created a broken home for via and ruined stolass life. We know that via is hurting and she eventually snaps at stolas even though he was the only good thing to come out of her life. He was there when she was a chick. He was there in her teen years and as an egg, he was there as an older teen nearing adulthood around the corner. We know via loves stolas but it's Stella's fault for blinding her into mistakenly hating her father stolas. I liked when loona gave via advice. Loona was never abusive? Exactly when and where? and how? Huh? What? Where is that proof you crirics seem to have? She struggles sure but she doesn't mean it or its just jokes oure and simple. I dont know why sooo many people say that it was a terrible god awful message about stolas trying. Is that not the truth? Loona is the voice of reason and the one who knows about stolas and vias life. 8 dont think she got sidelined personally i think Viv is just cooking up an arc behind the scenes in the series. But anyway she knows stolas, Based on the fact she knows WHO? BLITZ !!! Youd know this if you went back and watched the show. She knows stolas and everything about him through her dad. She is good to her dad and i liked to see her written the way she was because we see her feel for via and stolas. You should know this??? Loona is the brian griffin of the show I don't give af what anyone says and blitzo is the stewie of the show. Honestly go ahead and prove me wrong on that particular part of family guy. Bet you dont have much of an argument. It makes sense in their dynamic to be written like the griffins and strongly bonded relationship arcs. I like that Vivziepop wrote these arcs because of the fact she wanted to tell a complicated and complex story and we all love that about her. She is a creative genius who took inspiration from south park, family guy and bojack horsemen and all of this powerful artist writing and talent went into the show with its beautiful directing. She is my idol and had been from the start. It broke my heart to see that moment and heartwrenching scene where she let go and went straight to her abusers Andre and Stella. And she walks away while stolas breaks down and cries for her in the most meaningful way possible. You'd know all this information if you juat gave Vivziepop a chance and watched both seasons all over again. But I guess thats too much for you and that laziness ain't going to get you anywhere on life. Honestly you should watch it again. Skip hazbin hotel until I get to Val but man is that a Lot of information you just either forgot or just probably missed out on. Valentino is a pimp and he's meant to be a lovable adorable kind of pimp that's funny asf. His voice direction is fantastic. He knows how to deliver lines like a true villain of the darkness. He's masculine but more feminine like a gay man of the night. While he does hit Valentino ita angel who went to Val. Or Val found him. I can't say for certain you'd just have to watch the show God Damnit! We see in the addict video that he is sinister and should be taken seriously as a threat in hell as an overlord. He's supposed to be ruthless in who he is. But he gets cut slack because he can be sympathetic or nice to people around him. I mean look at his relationship with the vees. He gets along with them just fine and is one of the main vessels to the vees entire existence.

Rage-bait Anon, is that you? 😫 You actually made a response. Jokes aside, I’m glad you said more stuff because this I can work with. I’m going to divide your arguments into character sections to make things easier.

Stolas:

- Octavia wasn’t mad at Stella, she was mad at Stolas. In “Loo loo Land” Stolas is the one consistently getting called out by Octavia for ruining their home life. They had an entire conversation about it near the end of the episode.

- “I dont know why sooo many people say that it was a terrible god awful message about Stolas trying.” Because he doesn’t actually put in the effort to be there for Octavia or change. He practically forgets her. In “Seeing Stars” Stolas was more busy with his side adventure with Blitzø and flirting with him. It’s also funny because Stolas could’ve called Octavia or used said tracker on his phone to look for Octavia.

- If he was actually trying to be a better father figure, Stolas would actually acknowledge that he is the problem and make sweeping changes to avoid the same problem from happening.

- “Loo Loo Land” and “Seeing Stars” are practically the same episodes regarding Stolas/Octavia’s conflict with a different code of paint. How many times will Stolas learn not to repeat his mistakes and actually be there for his daughter? How many chances do we the audience and Octavia have to give Stolas for him to learn anything.

- Octavia was right for cutting him off. Actions have consequences and Stolas needs to realize that. Along with making sweeping changes regarding his behavior in general. Stella and Andrealphus in their own ways suck as guardians because of how neglectful they are. And, I hope she ditches them both and moves out.

Loona

- Loona was abusive in “Seeing Stars.” In 2:35, Loona throws knifes and daggers at Blitzø. Blitzø is consistently running away from Loona as she is chasing him with inanimate objects like the water cooler and successfully threw it at his face (which obviously hurts him as he tears up).

- In 2:44, Loona tackles Blitzø, hitting him repeatedly with a painting. He successfully escapes and hides behind the couch where Millie and Moxxie are sitting, this is abuse. At the end of the episode, she kicks Blitzø in the balls for no reason even after she makes a speech about how much dads are trying their best.

- Imagine if Blitzø was doing this to his own daughter. Would you still think this is a joke? “Loona is the voice of reason and the one who knows about stolas and vias life.” Loona doesn’t know the full story about Stolas and Octavia’s life otherwise she would’ve said more. Loona doesn’t know that Stolas was in an arranged marriage, she doesn’t know that Stella is physically abusive towards Stolas, etc.

- All Loona knows is that Stolas and his grimoire was their only source to the human world in season 1. In season 2, Loona literally referred to Stolas as a “meal ticket.” 🤣 You would think if Loona knew more about Stolas she wouldn’t refer to him as a “meal ticket.”

- “I think Viv is cooking up an arc behind the scenes.” I hope so, we are going to be on season 3 and we haven’t gotten much Loona content. Once season 3 and 4 of Helluva Boss is done I’ll gladly rewatch the show and take notes.

Valentino:

- If Valentino was a normal, average goofy run of the mill villain where the audience is not supposed to take seriously then I would get it. But the problem is that Valentino is a rapist personified. Him being charming and charismatic is one thing but being goofy and quirky is very tone deaf on Vivziepop and the writers’ side.

- Just because Angel Dust allegedly went to him doesn’t give Valentino the right to physically abuse or rape him. At the moment we don’t know how Valentino and Angel Dust even met in the first place, we only know that Angel Dust is a slave to Valentino. Either way, when their origin story comes out we can argue about that another day.

- I do get the appeal with Valentino’s voice. Joel Perez is a talented actor and singer, he does the best work he can with the goofy lines given to him. Luckily, I’m not picky so I immediately got used to his voice. I personally prefer Paranoid DJ as Valentino but at the end of the day it’s a personal preference/opinion.

- “But he gets cut slack because he can be sympathetic or nice to people around him.” 😭 There is so much wrong with this sentence. A rapist should never be portrayed as sympathetic or misunderstood. Also Valentino 99% of the time isn’t nice. He throws a tantrum mostly everywhere he goes including to Vox in episode 2.

Vivziepop:

“She is a creative genius who took inspiration from south park, family guy and bojack horsemen and all of this powerful artist writing and talent went into the show with its beautiful directing. She is my idol and had been from the start.” Vivziepop is absolutely a creative person. Oh, she’s your idol. Neat!

Bonus:

I assume this is you? I could be mistaken, if not I apologize in advance. Otherwise, here’s my response do whatever you want with it Anon.

[tinyshyteacup]

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TW: cussing, Merle is well ... Merle, descriptions of gore, walkers (Zombies), lecherous behavior, sexual thoughts.

Part 5

Between Brothers - Part 6

Three weeks of walking through the Georgia wilderness had settled into a rhythm of sorts. You'd learned to match Merle's pace, learned to read the subtle signs that meant he was getting tired or frustrated or just plain ornery.

What you hadn't learned was how to keep your mouth shut when the silence stretched too long.

You found yourself watching him more than you probably should, fascinated by the way he'd adapted to his new reality. The knife attachment he'd jerry-rigged from parts salvaged at a medical supply depot a couple days ago was a thing of crude ingenuity—a hunting knife duct-taped and zip-tied to the forearm piece of an old prosthetic. It wasn't pretty, but it was effective, and watching him use it had become almost mesmerizing.

"You staring, lil-doe," he said without looking back at you, using the blade to push aside a low-hanging branch.

"I'm not staring," you protested. "I'm just... impressed, I guess."

"By what?"

"How you figured that out. The knife thing. Most people would have given up, but you just... adapted."

Merle paused in his walking, turning to look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. "Most people ain't had to adapt to shit their whole lives."

There was something in his voice—not quite bitter, but close. You'd noticed he did that sometimes, deflected compliments like they were attacks.

"Still," you said softly. "It's impressive."

He stared at you for a moment longer, then shook his head and kept walking.

You focused on the rhythm of your footsteps, the way the morning light filtered through the canopy above, the birds calling to each other in the distance.

It was peaceful, almost normal, and maybe that's why you started singing.

"Take that pain, pass it down," you sang softly, picking your way over fallen logs and around thorny underbrush. "Mama said, 'Your dad's to blame, but that's his Daddy's fault.'"

Behind you, Merle's footsteps faltered slightly, but you didn't notice, too caught up in the melody that had been stuck in your head all morning.

"But you're afraid you can't outrun what's running through your veins..."

"Christ, darlin', you got a decent voice on you," Merle called out, his tone carefully light. "Where'd you learn that song?"

You glanced back at him, still humming. "Radio, back home. I like the message, you know? About breaking cycles, being better than what came before."

Something flickered across Merle's face, too quick to catch. "Yeah? What would you know about bad cycles, sugar? Growing up in your fancy island paradise?"

There was an edge to his voice that made you frown. "Everyone's got something, Merle. Money doesn't fix everything."

"Sure as hell helps, though." His voice was getting rougher, that familiar wall sliding back into place. "Easier to break cycles when you ain't living in them."

"The Gods aren't done with you yet," you continued singing, either not hearing the warning in his tone or choosing to ignore it.

"Yeah, well, maybe they should be," Merle muttered, but loud enough for you to hear.

"That's a terrible thing to say."

"Is it? Maybe some people are just meant to be fuck-ups, sweetheart. Maybe that's all we're good for."

You stopped walking and turned to face him fully. "I don't believe that."

"'Course you don't. You're all sunshine and rainbows, ain't you, lil doe? All hope and second chances." His voice was getting louder, angrier. "Some of us don't get to start over. Some of us are stuck being exactly what our daddies made us."

"You're not stuck—"

"The hell I ain't!" He was shouting now, and somewhere in the distance, you heard an answering moan. "You think singing some pretty song about breaking cycles is gonna change anything? You think—"

The walker came crashing through the underbrush before either of you could react properly. The shouting had drawn them, just like you'd feared, and now there were consequences.

Merle's makeshift knife attachment caught the first one in the shoulder, but the angle was wrong with his prosthetic, and the thing kept coming. The blade had gone in too shallow, scraping against bone instead of finding the brain.

"Shit!" he grunted, trying to work his blade free while the walker snapped at his face. The jerry-rigged contraption was effective but clumsy, requiring him to use his whole arm to maneuver it properly.

A second walker emerged from behind a tree, and you stumbled backward, your foot catching on a root. You went down hard just as the rotting thing lunged for you.

"Get off me!" you screamed, rolling to the side as decomposing hands grabbed for your throat. The walker was heavier than you'd expected, its decaying weight pinning you down as you struggled to reach the knife on your belt.

Your hands were shaking, adrenaline making you clumsy, and the thing's teeth were snapping inches from your face. You could smell the rot on its breath, see the milky film over its eyes, feel the slickness of decay on its skin as you fought to keep it away from you.

Finally, your fingers closed around your knife handle. With a desperate surge of strength, you drove the blade up through the soft spot under its chin, feeling it punch through rotted flesh and into what was left of its brain.

The walker went limp immediately, but its weight was awkward and heavy, and when you finally managed to push it off, you were covered in its blood and whatever else had been inside its rotting body.

"Holy shit, " you gasped, looking down at yourself in horror.

Merle had dispatched his walker—the blade attachment had finally found its mark—and was wiping it clean on his jeans.

"You hurt?"

"No, just..." You held up your hands, which were covered in dark, congealed blood and other substances you didn't want to identify. "Oh God, I'm covered in... is that...?"

"Guts, darlin'. Welcome to the apocalypse." His voice had lost its earlier anger, replaced by something almost gentle. The fight seemed to have drained the rage out of him, leaving behind only exhaustion.

You made a sound that was half laugh, half sob. "I need to wash this off. Now."

"There's a stream about half a mile up. We can make camp there."

You walked in silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving you shaky and nauseous. Every step reminded you of the walker's weight, its smell, the way it had felt when your knife pierced its skull.

The stream was small but clear, running over smooth stones worn down by years of water. Merle set about making camp while you stood on the bank, looking down at the water with a mixture of longing and apprehension.

"You gonna stand there all day, or you gonna get clean?" he called from where he was gathering firewood.

"It's going to be freezing."

"Better than smelling like walker guts." He paused in his work to look at you, and his expression was softer than you'd seen it since your argument. "Besides, you did good back there, lil doe. Real good."

The unexpected praise made your chest tight with emotion. You nodded, not trusting your voice, and started pulling off your outer layers.

You checked carefully to make sure he was still occupied with setting up camp before stripping down to your underwear and wading into the water. The rocks were slippery under your feet, and you had to move carefully to avoid falling.

The cold hit you like a physical blow, and you let out a sharp gasp that was part shock, part curse, the sound echoing off the trees around the stream.

"Sounds like someone's having a real good time over there," Merle called out, his voice carrying that familiar leer. "You sure you don't need any help scrubbing those hard-to-reach places, sugar? I got experience with getting real dirty."

"Stay the hell away from me, Merle!" you shouted back, but there was no real heat in it. You were too focused on trying to scrub the walker remains off your skin without dying of hypothermia. "I mean it!"

"Aw, come on, darlin'. I promise to be a perfect gentlemen. Scout's honor."

"You were never a scout!"

"How do you know? Maybe I got badges and everything."

Despite everything—the cold, the gore you were trying to wash off, the lingering tension from your earlier fight—you found yourself smiling.

This was the Merle you'd grown used to, the one who used crude humor to deflect from serious moments.

The water was numbingly cold, but you forced yourself to be thorough, scrubbing every inch of exposed skin until you were sure you'd gotten all the walker blood off. Your teeth were chattering by the time you finally waded back to shore, and your fingers were so numb you could barely work the buttons on your clean clothes.

By the time you'd gotten dressed and made your way back to camp, the sun was starting to set. Merle had gotten a fire going and was sitting beside it, poking at the flames with a stick. He looked up when you approached, his eyes doing a quick scan that was part concern, part something else entirely.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice rougher than usual.

"Much." You settled down across from him, close enough to feel the warmth of the fire. The heat felt like heaven after the icy stream. "Thanks for not... you know. Looking."

"Who says I didn't look?" His grin was pure sin, but there was something almost gentle in his eyes.

"Merle."

"Relax, darlin'. I'm a gentleman." His expression was anything but gentlemanly. "Mostly."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't quite hide your smile. "Your definition of gentleman needs work."

"Yeah, well, I'm a work in progress, sweetheart."

The admission was unexpectedly honest, and you found yourself looking at him more closely. The firelight played across his weathered features, softening the harsh lines and making him look almost... endearing. It was a dangerous thought to have about Merle Dixon.

"Are you?" you asked softly. "A work in progress?"

He met your eyes across the fire, and for a moment something passed between you that had nothing to do with his usual crude flirting or your naive optimism.

"Maybe," he said finally. "Jury's still out."

You curled up on your side, using your pack as a pillow. The adrenaline from the walker attack was wearing off, leaving you exhausted and sore. Every muscle in your body ached from the struggle, and despite the fire, the night air was getting chilly.

"Merle?" you said drowsily.

"Yeah, lil doe?"

"I'm sorry. About earlier. I didn't mean to... I know you don't like talking about family stuff."

He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"You don't got nothing to be sorry for, honey. Sometimes I just... react bad to things."

"We all do," you murmured, already half asleep. "Doesn't make you a bad person."

Sleep came easier than expected, but it wasn't peaceful. You shifted restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard ground, small sounds of discomfort escaping your throat without you realizing it.

Across the fire, Merle watched with predatory interest every time you made one of those soft little whimpers. Damn, girlie sounds sweet, he thought, a slow smirk spreading across his face. Bet I could make her sound even better. Little thing like her never had a real man show her what's what.

He remembered that conversation from a few days back, how you'd admitted you'd only been with one boy back home, some puppy dog probably who didn't know his ass from his elbow. 'Waiting for feelings' you'd said, all earnest. Christ, what a waste. She needs someone to show her what her body's really for.

When you let out another quiet noise, this one accompanied by you arching your back slightly as you tried to stretch out a kink, his thoughts turned downright filthy.

Oh yeah, I could teach her a thing or two. Show her how a Dixon treats a woman. Bet she'd be begging for it once I got my hands on her.

He adjusted himself slightly, enjoying the mental images. Pretty little thing like that, hell, she don't know nothing yet. That one boy she was with probably fumbled around like a damn teenager. I could show her what a real man does.

You were shivering now, the fire not quite enough to keep the night chill at bay, but Merle was more focused on how your body moved.

She's cold, he noted with amusement. Perfect excuse to get close. Show her what she's missing.

"Merle?" Your voice was small and drowsy. "It's freezing."

He looked over at you with barely concealed hunger, taking in every detail. Course you are, sugar. Lucky for you, I got just the thing to warm you up.

"Fire ain't enough?"

"I don't think so." You sat up slowly, wincing. "Ugh ... Everything hurts."

Bet it does. I could make it hurt so good, honey. Show you exactly what that body's made for. But even as the thoughts ran through his head, he made no move toward you. Just watched and enjoyed the show.

"Merle?" You were looking at him with those eyes of yours and he felt a surge of smug satisfaction at how unaware you were.

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"Can I..." You hesitated, looking embarrassed. "Can I sit by you? Just for warmth? And don't make it weird."

He snorted with amusement. Girl's got some brass, I'll give her that. Just like when I got her all wound up with that smoke and she started snapping back at me, turning my own damn questions around.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sugar. Come on over."

You scooted around the fire and settled down beside him, close enough that he could feel the heat of your body. Without really thinking about it, you leaned against his side, your head finding his shoulder.

Goddamn. His thoughts were a steady stream of filth as he savored how you felt against him. Bet I could have her right here, right now.

"Better?" he managed to ask, his voice rougher than he intended.

"Mmm." You were already half asleep again, your body relaxing against his. "Definitely warmer."

Yeah, and you're gonna learn just how warm I can get you, sugar. Just you wait.

He sat there for a long time, watching the fire burn down to embers, mentally cataloging every way he could corrupt you. Every sound you might make.

As you shifted in your sleep, you suddenly tensed, your eyes fluttering open. Your gaze immediately went to the knife blade attached to his stump, gleaming in the firelight just inches from your face.

"Merle," you said softly, voice hesitant. "Could you... could you maybe take that off? I'm worried about getting cut if I fall asleep."

He followed your gaze and chuckled. "This old thing? Yeah, alright darlin'. Don't want you gettin' nicked up." He worked the straps loose with relative ease, setting the prosthetic aside.

When he turned back, you were sitting up, looking at his stump with concern. "Can I check it again ? It's been about a three weeks or so, right? I want to make sure there's still no infection."

Hell yeah, you can touch me anywhere you want, sweetheart. "Knock yourself out, doc."

You moved closer, your hands gentle as you examined the healing flesh. Your touch was clinical, professional, but Merle's thoughts were anything but.

Look at those soft little hands. Wonder what else they could do. Bet I could show her some real hands-on learning. His eyes roamed over you as you worked, taking in how your shirt rode up slightly as you leaned forward. Could take off a lot more than just this knife, sugar-tits Show you exactly what you're missing.

His eyes lingered on the curve of your neck, the way your shirt had shifted. You'd look real pretty without all these clothes. Could show you things that boy back home never even dreamed of.

"It looks good," you said, completely oblivious to his stare. "Healing well. No signs of infection." Your voice was soft, caring, and it made his thoughts even more twisted. Look at her, all worried about me like I'm some saint. If only she knew what I was picturing.

You started to pull back, but he reached up with his good hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was surprisingly tender, his rough fingers brushing against your soft skin.

Jesus, look at her. But as he stared into your face, something unexpected hit him like a freight train. Fuck me... she looks just like...

The thought came out of nowhere, unwanted and jarring. The genuine care and worry in your eyes, the way you tilted your head slightly when you were concentrating.

'All knees and elbows and too-big eyes' ... Daryl when he was little - maybe three or four years old, before the world got its claws in him good and proper... the image blinked twice in his brain and stuck.

What in the fresh hell? The realization threw him completely off balance. Why am I thinking about my baby brother when I'm looking at a pretty ass woman ?

He remembered Daryl at that age, small and scraggly, following him around like a lost puppy. Before their daddy really started in on him, before Merle had to teach him how to be hard, how to survive. Kid had that same look back then. All kind and trusting, like the world was gonna be kind to him.

Christ, what's wrong with me? He was looking at a girl, sure, but an adult - one that moments ago he'd wanted to ... and then bam - thinking about his little brother. It was fucked up on levels he didn't want to examine.

She's got those same damn eyes though. Like she still believes people are actually good.

For just a moment, he wondered what would've happened if Daryl had never had to learn the hard lessons. If he'd stayed that trusting kid instead of turning into the hard-edged man he'd made him. If someone had been gentle with him instead of teaching him that the world was brutal and you had to be brutal right back.

Shit. Your eyes met his, still full of that same kindness, that same caring concern, and something twisted uncomfortably in his chest. If she knew what I was thinking before... hell, if she knew what goes on in my head most of the time, she'd run screaming into the woods. Probably rather take her chances with the walkers than stay here with me.

But despite every vulgar thought running through his head, despite knowing exactly what he could do and how easily he could do it, Merle Dixon just sat there. Let his hand fall back to his side. Watched you settle back against him like he was someone worth trusting.

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After a while, your breathing evened out and you went completely limp against him, truly asleep this time. He sat there for another few minutes, listening to the soft sounds you made, before carefully reaching over to one of the packs. Moving slowly so he wouldn't wake you, he pulled out a couple thin blankets and draped them over you.

Then he gently shifted away, putting some distance between you and him, settling back against a tree a few feet away. Something uncomfortable twisted in his chest as he watched you sleep - something that felt almost like... guilt? Or shame ? But that didn't make sense. He hadn't done anything wrong. Hell, he hadn't done anything at all.

What the hell is wrong with me? The feeling was foreign, unwelcome, and he didn't know what to do with it.

"Sweet dreams, lil-doe," he whispered, and for once, the predatory gleam in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by something he couldn't quite name and wasn't ready to examine.

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Is this what you call self-care?

idol!Felix × afab!Reader genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship warning(s): usage of curse words, no beta we die like man an: i explain it here

It was a regular Saturday for you, waking up at 6 AM and feeling your boyfriend's arm around you. After you turn your alarm off, you turn to look at him, smiling. His long, blond hair fell into his angelic face. It is so hard to not say fuck it and stay in bed with Felix, but you—with the smallest of movements to not wake him—get out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to get ready. After you get yourself into some comfy stay-at-home-and-study clothes, you brew yourself a cup of coffee with some coconut milk.

You've been researching for your midterm paper for a while now. It wasn't the worst topic, but selecting what's important and what isn't is where you were hopeless.

After restarting it for the hundredth time, you heard movements from your bedroom. You peeked out of the study/gaming room to see Felix's tired face, which filled your heart with warmth. "Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" He looked back at you while he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "I slept well until some gremlin left from next to me way too early this morning." A smile crept up his face, reaching out for your hand so he could pull you in for a hug. He kept you close with one hand, resting his face on your head while you hid in the crook of his neck. His sweet scent filling your nose. "How's your university work going?" you scrunch your face, not even wanting to think about the research and writing your essay. "Well, I read a lot, but I do not know where to begin or what things are the necessities to put into my paper." You felt yourself wanting to throw a tantrum like the 5-year-old who you are at heart. He kissed your forehead, then put his pinky out. "Okay, I have a trade offer; once you're halfway done, we can play on our farm together." Your eyes lit up. You've been pretty hooked on Stardew Valley for a while now, especially since the new update, and you got Felix to play with you on his days off. Sadly, they've been pretty busy with their comeback, so you couldn't hang out as much. He usually got home by the time you were asleep, and you went to class or to the library to learn before he woke up, since it was soon time for your final exams. You only have one year back from your university, and you don't want setbacks, so it is important to get a good grade. Your parents would be pleased as well since you flew to another city to learn specifically there, so you want to make them proud. You link your pinkies together to form an unbreakable promise. "Okay, but no distractions! If you want to play, please play in the living room; we both know I won't ever finish my assignment with you distracting me." He chuckles and nods his head in agreement. You happily made yourself another cup of coffee, then went back to the study to work on your task. You still cannot believe it that you somehow snagged such a perfect man: he is supportive, understands your concerns, and can always accept your compromises. He openly talks to you about how he feels and bravely tells you if something bothers or concerns him. You honestly can't believe these past couple years have been real.

You've made a bit of progress; it helped that you talked with your old dorm roommates—you moved in with Felix about half a year now; you two realized that it would be the easiest since you went over any given chance anyways. They gave some good suggestions. Once you caught up with each other, you four said your goodbyes, since all of you have a lot of work to get done by the end of this month. After some time, you smelled a sweet scent coming from the kitchen. The door opened before you could sneak out to have a peek. Felix brought in your favorite cookies; it was a mixture of his classic chocolate chip and your oatmeal cookies recipe. You two perfected it while he got some time off, and you didn't have school just yet. His brown eyes looked at you proudly behind the plate of cookies with milk in his other hand. "How's your progress, baby?" He bent down to give you a peck on the lips. You waited until he put the plate and the cup down, then patted the ground next to you, signaling for him to sit down. He didn't waste any seconds, and plopped right next to you, happy that he could sit beside his girlfriend. Felix didn't want to make you feel pressured; he just wants to spend as much time as possible with you before he has to go back to endless dance practice, content creation, etcetera. You both know he loves doing what he does, but it can get overwhelming sometimes. They got cussed out a lot for the smallest of things, getting bullied and going as far as getting death treats. He was grateful for being able to work his dream job, and he is also happy that you understand what this kind of life comes with.

Felix watched you type your thoughts out in your document and started to play with your hair, which made you relax instantly. You couldn't help but melt into his touch. You leaned onto his shoulder, feeling exhausted. "I am almost done with half of my assignment; I just need another page, but I feel like my brain cells are giving up on me." He chuckled, placing a kiss on your head. "You got this; I believe in you." He started giving kisses all around your face, which soothed your tired thoughts. Felix eventually kissed your lips; the kiss was sweet and made you feel like you're under the sun at the beginning of the spring. You reciprocated immediately, feeling as though time had stopped—no tasks, no school, no pressure—just you and him tangled together in a complete state of Nirvana. Before it could get heated, Lixie pulled away, holding you firmly, so he kept up his strenght to not distract you further. "Is it okay if I play Zelda while I lay in your lap?" You saw a hint of pink on his face, making you smile. "Well, I am close to finishing it, so why not? I don't think it can cause any harm." Felix got up excitedly to get his switch with his headphones. He laid down and got comfortable, then started playing his game. He has been quite into it lately. The game was beautiful, and there were a lot of things to do. The excitement in him got you into playing it, asking for his help in some harder situations.

When you got done with half of your paper, you looked down and saw a sleeping Felix with a gaming console on the ground next to him. He looked so peaceful like this: his pink lips parted, his eyelashes casting shadows on his face, and his freckles painting constellations onto his features. You can't help but start connecting the dots on his face with your fingers, making his eyes flutter as he awakens. "What are you doing, gorgeous?" You lean down to kiss him as a response. You feel like you're going to explode with all the feelings inside your chest. "I am done with half of my paper; I didn't want to wake you, sorry." You pout just a little, earning a smile as he reaches for your face to caress it. "That's my good girl. Are you ready for some farming time?" You nod, knowing that you're going to end up either playing until the sun gets up again or none at all and will end up cuddling in bed.

You two made some lunch and plopped down besides each other. Your desks have been set against one another, his PC taking up one desk while yours is cluttered by notes and books for your university courses; you just keep pushing it back each time you take your laptop out instead of organizing it. Felix tried to reason with you or help with that mess, but that's how you were, looking unorganized yet knowing exactly what is where, always on point. That's what your grades always reflect: perfect or almost perfect scores, even though you procrastinate until the last minute. He smiled to himself, knowing how he and the boys wished they had this superpower.

You put on your two's favorite chill playlist and booted up the game. We made a lot of progress, stopping to occasionally show physical affection for each other or taking a quick bathroom or snack break. I didn't even notice how the time flied until you looked down on your watch, seeing that it had passed five a.m. "Yongbok, we have a problem. Have you checked the time?" He has been so into the game that he almost looked up into the corner to see the in-game time, realizing that this might become a problem in the future. "Oh shit, I didn't notice when it got this late. I mean, I am going to be okay; I won't work for a couple of days now, but when do you need to send this assignment in?" he asked, knowing damn well that you have a habit of sending in your tasks with one minute left on the clock, giving him a scare. One time, Chan got to see your study progress and felt his soul leave his body. He still remembers how he and Han watched how their leader scolded you about your academics and your attitude towards your learning, painting a picture of an overworked father lecturing his rebellious daughter, who—no matter what she's doing—will always be his treasure. It never got said out loud, but you became the younger sister of the group, with all the older members looking out for your happiness and safety. And Felix isn't sure that if you two ever break up—which, let's face it, is highly unlikely—he wouldn't get the shorter stick and wouldn't get scolded.

Once you two saved and logged off for the day, got ready for bed, you snuggled close to each other leaving sweet kisses on one another, fighting the strong urge to sleep. When he heard your breathing change, he knew that you were fast asleep, what he waited for all along. It makes him happy and calm, knowing you are asleep. He pressed a light kiss on your forehead.

"Good night, my love," and with that, he dozed off to sleep as well.

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Whisky Neat

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Word Count: 5,900+

Synopsis: Kid and Killer indulge in a night out of heavy drinking. Stumbling through their shared apartment window because they lost the door in their stupor, they quickly realise this is not their bedroom, their apartment, or anywhere in the vicinity of their regular abode. This was Kiki's home shared with her partner, Trafalgar Law. Killer is quickly distracted in the kitchen in his drunken haze while Kid is suffering with a problem of another kind.

Themes: OC x Canon, Kiki x Kid, porn with plot, established relationship, established polycule, Kid x Killer x Kiki x Law, drunkenness, smut, mdni, 18+, NSFW, impotence, Kid can't get it up, love, understanding, strap on sex, femdom, soft dom, hinted Tobiuo x Heat, modern au, Scottish Kid & Killer: mechanics. Kiki is a school teacher, and Law is a doctor.

Notes: Kiki belongs to @thenotsofantasticlifestory, and I love both her and Sto so much. The art of Kiki is also drawn by me! Thank you for letting me practice with her, Sto!

Bombarding with a thud and tumbling through the wooden door, two bodies crashed within the dimly lit room. Shoulder to shoulder, loud and shushing one another with hushed whispers, the scent of proofed spirits eclipsed the room with the presence of the massacre soldier, and the captain of the Victoria Punk himself.

And they were both completely wasted.

“Shhhh, shhhhh, shhhudthefuckup,” Killer’s speech slurred as he attempted to aid him over to the bed in the center of the room, “Gotta sleep tit off, boss. Sleep tit-... Tit-… I can’nae stop sayin’ ‘tit’.” Killer tumbled atop his partner as Kid’s metal, prosthetic arm unlatched itself and plummeted to the ground in a heaped thud. Killer stumbled, his thighs now straddling Kid’s as he attempted to move himself to go get the two of them some water from their kitchen.

The only problem was, the more he attempted to move to leave their bedroom, the more he realised that these were not, in fact, his bedroom. Nor were they close to their bedroom. Framed pictures littered a wooden desk under a softly lit lamp light, depicting several people he did not recognise and very few he did. The straw hat college sports team: Nami, Usopp, Franky, and Kiki were central in the left-hand portraiture. Shachi, Penguin, Tobiuo, Bepo, Law and Kiki were in the other few littered around the desk with art supplies decorating alongside.

This was not their place. This was-.

“-Oh, what the hell?”

In one, hastened, sloppy, exaggerated motion: Kid and Killer both snapped their heads up to the doorway of the room they fell through moments prior. Surrounded by the hallway light, and in loose shorts and a thin-strapped sleep shirt, a Kiki-shaped silhouette appeared in the doorway. In unison, both of the hulking men smiled up at her with her name toppling over their lips in completely different ways. Although both wrangled one another to stand shoulder to shoulder, the immediate contrast to their thoughts had Kiki gently giggling.

“Kiki! How did ya get in m’room-?”

“-Kiki, m’sorry. Dinnae realise twas yer place.”

Incoherent babbling met her ears thereafter, apologies and drunken flirtations overwhelming her senses while she attempted to understand a single, cohesive string of words. Holding up her hand, both men hushed themselves immediately while she sighed out deeply with her eyes closed. As she opened her eyes, Kiki shook her head with a smile while gazing up at the two hulking men swaying together while holding the other to attention.

“Did you boys go out drinking, did you?” Kiki asked with a playful scrunch to her nose. Her emerald eyes twinkled with mischief as the two men gazed sheepishly up at her. Kid leaned on Killer for stability, and Killer began to fiddle with his shirt hem while expecting to be chastised. “Did you think this was your house, hm?”

“M’sorry, Kiki,” Killer nodded firmly, “We'll get outta yer hair-... Hang on, what's that smell?” Kiki giggled at his immediate change of pace, stepping aside in the doorway and gestured to the kitchen.

“I ended up going on a bit of a baking spree. Law had been working really hard, so I wanted to give him some sweets to come home to,” she shrugged nonchalantly, “About halfway through, I decided tangulu wasn't what I wanted to make for him. So I left the sugar drying on the strawberries to set while I made a couple of sheet cakes. Then I forgot that he doesn't like sheet cakes and began making a traditional gingerbread cookie mixture-.”

“-Shut the fuck up,” Killer gasped in awe with his lips falling agape, “So, you've got a naked sheet cake in the kitchen right now? Like… Like, actually?” Kiki laughed with her whole belly, doubling over at the enthusiastic exhale from the tall blonde.

“Ive technically got two. And yeah, completely naked. I didn't know if I wanted to do a strawberry jelly at the center with mascarpone cream, or make some kind of chocolate mousse with a caramel glaze,” the brunette woman stifled her laughter and rubbed her face, “But it's not like Law's gonna eat it anyway. He's not a fan of ‘bready’ cakes. I'm leaning more towards the strawberry style because I want to use the tangulu strawberries as toppers.”

“And you're just letting it cool while you're baking gingerbread?” Killer asked while dropping a non-stable Kid from his arms, the redhead flopping back down onto the bed behind them in a toppled mess, “Ain't gonna lie, Kiki. That sounds fuckin’ awesome. Can I just watch? Actually, can I dress it?” Killer was already in the doorway, following his nose to side-step the shorter woman towards the kitchen.

As Killer followed the well-practiced walk down Kiki’s hallway, he paused, turning back around and making his way back towards her. Stooping down, he pressed a sweet kiss to the apple of her cheek and hummed softly against her satin skin.

“Thanks for not kickin’ us out, Ki,” Killer murmured fondly against her skin, “‘M gonna go ice your cake. Uh… You gonna be alright supervising the big guy while I’m doin’ it?” He gestured to Kid who attempted and failed multiple times to get up from the bed, only to fall back onto the plush mattress. Kiki raised her hand to cup the blonde’s cheek and stroked his cheek with her thumb.

“We're gonna be fine, Kil,” she winked to him before urging him on towards the kitchen, “Salt free whipping butter is in the door of the fridge, but I've also got some whole fat, cream top milk you can use if you want to make your own. I'm not fussed, honey.” Killer whispered under his breath, ‘I’m gonna make so much shit,’ while he turned on his heels towards the warmth of the kitchen. Running the tap, washing his hands, turning on the radio beside the sink, Killer set to work making a large amount of noise while enjoying himself in the kitchen; leaving Kiki alone with a sloppy Kid rolling on her bed.

Stepping towards the redhead, she smiled warmly and sat beside him as he wriggled and squirmed against the pink and maroon bedspread. His clubbing attire was open and dishevelled, his boots practically falling off while he attempted to get up, and his dark makeup smudging at the corners of his lips and eyes. Kiki reached down and smoothed over his face with her thumb and forefingers.

“You doing okay, big guy?” she asked softly. Kid hummed against her cupped hands, leaning into her touch and closing his eyes. Finally kicking his shoes off, they fell to the ground with a thud atop the polished floorboards.

“I'm tipsy-,” he began, cutting himself on with a particularly boisterous hiccup, “...Okay, I'm drunk. We mixed our shits together n’ drank it from a shoe. Pretty sure Heat threw up on Wire’s boots while Tobiuo held his hair back. She’s-, hic, she's a good one.”

“You like Iyo now?” Kiki cooed down at the larger man, “Look at you go, baby. Making new friends. And how was the rest of the night?”

“I dunno m-, fucking hell, yer hands are nice n’ cold,” Kid praised her as his hum of contentment swelled in his diaphragm, “Can ya just hold my face like this fer a bit? S’nice.” Kiki giggled, gently moving her hands along his cheeks up his jaw, and cupping at his forehead, “Where's our boyfriend at, by the way?”

“Killer’s in the kitchen, Kid. He left to ice some cakes I've been baking,” Kiki informed him as she began to play with his gelled and sprayed hair, grinding her hands in circular patterns at his scalp and causing him to moan out.

“Not the boyfriend I was talkin’ ‘bout,” Kid cracked an eye open before it rolled back in his head in bliss, “Trafalgar still at the hospital?” Kiki focussed on moving slower, her palms cupping his temples while she slowly used her fingernails and her fingertips to soothe over his burning skin.

“He's picked up a shift to sit in on, watching over an intense surgery to further his own knowledge and experience,” Kiki rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue at him, “He's been working very hard lately and I've been wanting to do something nice to spoil him after a long day.” She leaned down and pressed her lips against Kid’s forehead while retracting her hands from his scalp. Her small kiss had Kid whimpering desperately up into her affection, angling his chin up to encourage her to kiss his lips to no avail.

Groaning, Kid parted his tangerine colored eyes while he gazed up into Kiki’s emerald hue. His pout only intensified as she pulled away from him completely, moving down to remove her slippers and sit on her calves beside him.

“That why you didn't wanna come out with us? You wanted to bake for him?” Kid asked her softly, almost innocently while he stared up at her in his stupor, “Wanted you there, Ki. Not fair you stayed in by yourself without anyone.”

“I stayed in because classes were more intense than they had been in the past, Kid,” she chastised him softly, “That, and after having students screaming for my attention for the past few days, alongside parent-teacher meetings, and attending conferences with the other members of faculty, I just wanted to do something that I loved after an early night.”

“What? You don't love me?” Kid pouted and gruffly turned away from her, back completely to her body and focussing on finding a point in her painted walls he could focus on to halt the world from spinning behind his eyes. Kiki sighed and moved her hands to his shoulders, gently rubbing them in circles along the span of his thick muscles.

“Of course I love you,” she whispered fondly, her touch marrying completely with the line between intense and feather-light, “You're my favourite redhead. My special boy. My beautiful mechanic who always seems to find a way to get on my nerves, but I love you so much anyway.” Kid scoffed at her comment, deciding whether to shrug her off or keep pressing his muscles.

All Kiki’s touch seemed to do was ignite one part of his drunken nature that had been on edge the moment they realised they'd stumbled into Kiki’s home. The moment he saw her in the hallway, leaning on her door in her pajamas and starting with her brow arched high - Kid felt his need begin to churn in his belly and knit together with the booze.

The longer she touched his muscles, pulling him from his thoughts and lulling him with the melody of her fingertips, Kid felt his cock desperately begin to twitch in his pants. Kid rolled onto his back, sitting completely parallel with Kiki while her hands moved to his open button-up shirt. Her palms found his pectorals and began kneading at his chest with a warm smile on her features. Gazing up at her, his brows knit together and the softest moans began to flee from his lips.

“Kiki,” he whimpered, moving his hand towards her thighs, “On my lap, pretty girl?” Although it was meant to be an order, the softness of his voice was depicted more as a question. Kiki obliged, throwing one leg over and straddling his lap. Sitting flush on his clothed cock, Kiki continued massaging Kid’s body while he flung praises at her like prayers at a confessional.

“Feel good?” Kiki prodded him with her question as her hands moved down to his belly and back to his chest and shoulders, “You're getting rather needy, baby. You okay?” Kid whimpered out, shifting his heels against her duvet and slowly rocking her on his lap. His hand moved to her ass and encouraged her to grind down against his cock while he rocked up into her.

“Can ya take yer pyjamas off?” Kid asked her with that catch of desperation in his throat, “Fuck, let's just both get naked, okay?” Kid moved her off his lap momentarily and began thumbing his remaining buttons with his right hand before tugging his shirt off. Kiki shook her head with a smile and peeled off her pyjama top and stepped up to hover over him while coaxing her bottoms off. Kid used the opportunity to flick open his belt and unzipped his fly. Shimmying off his pants, his boxers followed to reveal his leaking cock quivering in desperation, although…

“...M’not… hard…?” Kid gazed accusingly down at his flaccid cock with malice and disgust, “The fuck?” Kiki sat on his thighs and gazed down curiously at his cock. Kid’s red pubic hair was groomed from his belly and his balls trimmed neatly, topped with Kid's usually aggressive and angry cock sleeping against his lap while he leaked desperately from its hidden tip.

Kid's hand moved down towards his flaccid shaft and gripped it harshly in his hand. Pumping the base to tip, he pistoned it desperately in his hand while his brows knit together in a thick and disgusted line. Although it felt good, his cock was not waking to his touch. Precum leaked from it while he continued abusing his cock to no avail.

“Kid,” Kiki whispered softly, moving her hand above his to halt the abuse to his resting cock, “Baby, you're drunk. It's not going to wake up-.”

“-It will!” Kid growled out a gruff bark, “I'll fuckin’ show you it will, Kiki. Wanna fuck you.” Kid continued using his hand and rutting up into it, all the while his attention in his peripherals was on Kiki's breasts. Whilst sitting on his lap, Kid noticed that harshly pumping his cock only made Kiki’s breasts jump with every movement, “Fuck, you're sexy. Need to fuck you, Ki. Just gimme a sec, the fuckin’ bastard won't wake up. Come on!”

The amount of effort he was putting into getting his cock up for Kiki was admirable. His soft gasps, his leaking tip only continuing to weep while he whimpered down at himself. Kiki’s core was immediately slick with her own desire at his lewd act at present, alongside the actions of gliding her core against his crotch earlier. Kid growled, whimpered, and cried the longer he continued to try to get himself hard to no avail.

“Kiki,” Kid cried softly, “The fuck is wrong with me?” Kiki rounded her eyes and smiled empathetically down at him while she scooted herself forward on his lap, “Baby, I wanna fuck you. Yer so fuckin’ hot. Yer like my fuckin’ fantasy, Ki. Hot school teacher, light of my life, datin’ my boyfriend and loves my partner. Just wanna fuck you full of me, but me damn cock’s fuckin’ broken or some shit.” Kid found his hand laced with Kiki’s, quickly moving to pin it beside his head. Kid's eyes met with hers while she gazed at him full of her love and adoration.

Kiki’s lips moved atop his own, finally engulfing his painted red hue with the sweet flavour of her own kiss. Softly, gently, filled with affection and desire, she sought out his tongue with her own while she sat flush on his lap once more. The warmth of her slick core merging with his flaccid and sensitive cock had Kid gasping out into her lips. The taste of anise, orange, and oak with the telltale flavour of a multitude of alcohols swam onto Kiki’s palate as she enjoyed pressing her kiss into his. Kid gripped her hand harder the longer she kissed him.

Pulling away, Kiki rested her brow atop his while they caught their breath. The slippery arousal from them both merged as one as they continued breathing in one another's aura. Although Kid was absolutely wasted, he still felt that love for his girlfriend swelling in his belly and the need to home himself within her. He needed her so desperately, but the betrayal of his cock made him feel self-conscious the longer it refused to do his bidding.

“You want me to fuck you with my strap, baby?” Kiki asked softly while she reached down between them to play with his cock, “You absolutely need to cum, I can feel how much you want it, and I know it's not me. Please know that.” Kid nodded up at her with his eyes wide and over pouring with need. “You're drunk, and when you're drunk, sometimes your cock won't work the way you want it to. I can tell you're horny, and I know you need to cum. Let me make you cum another way.”

Moving off his lap, Kiki walked to her vanity draw and pulled out her blue, silicone dildo, her harness alongside a tube of water-based lubricant. Kid continued to chastise himself, whimpering and gently sobbing without tears while his drunken cock refused to cooperate with his mental state. Soft whispers of, ‘what the fuck is wrong with me, I'm horny as fuck and can't get me damn dick t’work,’ was not lost on Kiki while she made her way back over to the bed.

Kneeling beside Kid, she adjusted her strap onto her core, the base of the silicone pressing against her clit. Offering a soft caress to Kid while she uncapped the lube, she slickened her fingers with its presence before gently pressing it against Kid’s ass. Leaning forward, she joined her lips to his while whispering against her redhead lover.

“There's nothing wrong with you, baby,” Kiki reassured him while she worked her index finger inside his puckered hole, “It's called ‘whisky dick’ for a reason, and you're perfect the way you are.” Her gentle kiss has Kid feeling more weak and vulnerable than he was accustomed to being with another person. Without the mask of his gruff exterior, allowing those walls to fall down with Kiki, he relaxed as her fingers continued stretching wide his ass to be ready to take her silicone cock.

Kid whimpered into her lips, nodding his head while he found himself bucking his hips in time with her ministrations. Breaching past the knuckles down to kiss her palm, she retracted her finger completely to then add a second to spread him open. Kid hummed softly with his catching breath shuddering into her lips. As she worked him with a second finger, she began working a third inside him which only served to tug out more heady moans tugging from the highest point in his throat.

“Kiki,” he whispered softly as his cock trickled further with precum dribbling onto his balls, “M’ready. Please, Kiki. Need ya.” Kid’s hand moved to clasp around her wrist and remove her in favour of the cock at her base, “Please fuck me, baby. Want you to fuck me. Only you, Kiki. Please, I need you so fucking bad. Let me have you? Let me have this?” That desperate whine to his usually deeper baritone tugged at Kiki’s heartstrings as she moved the tube to slicken up her blue shaft. Rolling her digits over the phallic surface, she lined up the tip with his ass and gently began pushing inside him.

Her hips rocked gently while Kid cried out gently into her lips. Kiki’s kiss and her actions were gentle, soft, sincere: nothing like the way Killer and Law would join their bodies to his. With Killer, they had deep respect for one another but usually use their intimate experiences together to unload a cocked gun and have both of them relax into the day. With Law, Kid fucked him with raw, manic need specifically to wipe that smirk off the surgeon's face.

With Kiki: it was different. She was the one person he could bare his soul to, to trust with his emotions without the need to put on a brave front. She was perfect to him, he was her girl, she was that softness he longed for in those quiet moments, yet so incredibly strong. She could dish it out, she could take it, and she would always find a way to make him smile. The way Kiki balanced the three of them to make them less volatile and cutthroat was not dissimilar to the role she took on as one with the education vocation.

Kiki was a teacher, affection, love and understanding was her major, and Kid was her humble student in this moment. In his drunken stupor, all he could focus on was how gently she took all of him in her arms. Yes, he was at capacity for how horny he was to the point where he was desperate, but she matched him perfectly and reassured him when things didn't go the way he assumed they would.

With a swift snap of her hips, Kid moaned out deeply while the dildo reached the hilt of the strap. Breaking their kiss, the world stopped spinning and that thick cloud of smog departed from his mind. All what was left was Kiki and how good her strap felt against his puckered hole. His cock, although still flaccid, spurted a soft little dribble more of precum while her hips joined with hips.

“Good, baby?” Kiki asked with a smile. Kid couldn't find any words, especially as she pulled out and arched her back, moving back inside him with a soft roll of her hips. Kid mewled and brayed out, something Kiki would never halt nor admit she was proud of. When Kid was vocal in bed, her core throbbed so desperately for him every time. Whether she was sucking his cock, taking it inside her while he was on his own, or while they invited one or both of their partners with them; when Kid was vocal about how much he was enjoying himself, Kiki couldn't halt the way her body responded.

“Such a good boy for me, Kid,” Kiki praised him with a soft smile, moving his hand down to cup her left hip, “You just hold on, alright? Feel me inside you, let me work out where it is, hm? I won't leave you longing,” Kiki angled her hips and gradually picked up the pace, “Let me get to where you need to be, baby. There you go. That's my good boy.” He adjusted to her quite quickly, his moans only getting more adamant while she began working towards caressing that spot that had him cry out the loudest.

Kid's cock bobbed desperately, still refusing to inflate, but softly twitching with need and desire in every little movement. As Kiki moved once more at a deeper angle, Kid couldn't help but lock her with his knees around her hips and ankles joined at the ball. His hand moved to cup her waist from the side, heaping her flesh in his polished grip while his moans turned to deep growls.

“Right there, right there!” Kid's mind screamed, yet his lips found no palpable word to form on his tongue. Instead, he whimpered out in a high, panted shriek. Yelping and desperately clutching to her like a coiling snake around her body, Kid dragged her into him while her hips kept a firm pattern. In and out, Kiki continued hitting his prostate with marksman’s precision, all the while that silicone mould hit her clit at the base. Her own bliss was second thought while she focussed on Kid meeting his high.

Kiki’s left hand stabilised their motions while her right moved down to gently massage Kid’s sleeping cock. Gently rolling back the skin, Kid’s unawakened girth twitched in her hands while he desperately cried and sobbed incohesively. His whole body was alight with passion, his belly churning to make way for swelling his desire. Kiki’s relentless motions finally caused that coil to snap as her bedframe began creaking in time to the hard rutting of her hips slapping against his.

“KIKI!” Kid finally found the taste of her name on his palate, screaming out while his cock spilled out a thick wave of ecstasy over her knuckles and his crotch. His ass puckered around her silicone cock in contracting pulses, desperately sucking on it while his body came hard. Lights danced behind his swirling vision while her actions continued to champion him through it.

The silicone cock’s base at Kiki’s clit caused her to whimper out while she prided herself on the way he cried out for her. Although she wasn't close at all, the way he came for her was not unaffecting her. She continued the brutal pace of attacking his prostate with the blunt tip of her dildo, which only had him crying out harder and louder for her.

Once she believed she was finally done, she slowed down her rocking to a more modest pace, still refusing to pull out in case there was any more euphoria she could coax from him in his afterglow. Taking a moment to look down at her lover, Kid’s eyes were glassy, lips were parted, legs jellied away from her hips and chest heaved with every breath. Gently, she removed the strap while gently kissing his panting lips.

Kid reciprocated the kiss with as much passion as he could manage after cumming exceptionally hard. Softly, he whispered her name and removed her lips from his with a gentle tug to the nape of her neck.

“I… I din’ realise how much I needed ya, Ki,” Kid exclaimed gently as his eyes depicted a purity Kiki hadn't seen in so long. The same expression she was met with while she visited him in hospital after the loss of his left arm was on his features. Honesty, genuinity, beauty, sorrow: everything marrying all at once on his painted features.

“What do you mean, baby?” Kiki asked him as her soft tone kissed his soul with its query, “That you needed this after a heavy night of drinking?” Kid sighed out as he took her words in his sobering mind.

“You, Kiki. How much I needed you,” he confessed in a soft and vulnerable whisper, “I need you. More than you think, baby. You just… It's hard to explain, but you make me want to do better. To be better. I know I'm jus’ drunk after a night out without ya, but I'm sayin’ this as good as I can right now.” Kid pressed a soft and quick kiss to her lips as he breathed in her aura, only to then break that softness with a snorted laugh, “Probably not what yer expectin’ after fuckin’ me in the ass, but it doesn't make it any less true.”

Kiki shook her head with a laugh of her own, marvelling in this warmth he was willing to share with her alongside that crassness she'd come to expect from the redhead. Slowly, Kiki retracted herself from Kid and moved to the opposite side of the room. Unbuckling her strap, she gently removed the harness from her pelvis and gently placed it atop her nightstand.

“I need you too, you know,” Kiki informed him as she removed the blue dildo from the harness by holding it by the base and tugging it through, “I was going to come out tonight, but work has been brutal. We were definitely overdue for some time together.”

“I agree,” Kid uttered softly as he gazed down at the mess he made on his belly. Clicking his tongue, he moved his attention back to Kiki while he watched her begin wiping down the silicone with a moist towelette. “You gonna hand me one of them?” Kid held out his hand to her expectantly. Kiki turned back to face him and smiled sweetly, one grin that had Kid softly swoon in his drunken state.

“Baby, you need a shower. You're drunk, and it'll clear your head better before having some sleep,” Kiki informed him whilst removing another three from the container and making her way over towards him, “I’ll clean you up some first, then we'll get you in the shower. I've still got a toothbrush for you from the last time you stayed over with us. Killer, too.” Kiki set to work on wiping clean his belly, his cock, and his ass of any cum and lubricant, tossing them aside in her trash beside her bed.

“You're the best,” Kid whimpered out as her touch cherished his body gently, “I'm gonna make you cum so hard before I go to sleep, though.” Kid's confession had Kiki laughing loudly. Stepping beside her bed, she extended her hand to him and offered to aid him to his feet. In one motion, she hoisted him up high and began leading him to her joint ensuite.

“Don't worry about it,” Kiki informed him softly as they stepped past the threshold into the tiled bathroom, “You focus on getting cleaned up for bed, alright?” Towels hang on the beams beside the enclosed, glass cubicle and the scent of sweet soaps and moisturizers hung in the air. Kid inhaled deeply the fresh lavender, vanilla, and citrus combination that smelled distinctly like Kiki whenever she visited him at his home.

“You promise?” Kid asked as Kiki helped him start the shower, “I don't wanna leave ya all wanting n’shit. Doesn't sit right with me.” Kid felt his chest gently shoved into the glass room with a gentle motion from Kiki. As soon as the water hit him, he moaned at the intensity of the soothing temperature.

“Of course. The next time I have several whisky neat and other combinations on a night out on the town with Tobiuo, you can fuck me stupid when I break into your share house and beg you to fuck me. Absolutely go ahead and do that for me,” Kiki giggled, “Now you enjoy your shower. I'll be back with a towel in a moment. Just gotta check on Killer too.” Kiki turned and left Kid to his own devices. He gingerly turned towards the shampoos, conditioners, and array of facial cleansers and set himself to work on clearing their drunken night away from his caked skin.

Upon returning to the kitchen, the warm hum of music and the scent of pastries and sugars hit her nose before the sight ever met her eyes. While turning the corner, Kiki was expecting quite a large mess of pots, pans, and dishes. What she didn't anticipate was a clean kitchen, an almost dressed cake, and a large tray of the gingerbread she had baking set to cool on the rack above the stove.

Clutching a piping bag in his large hands, Killer was squeezing out a whipped buttercream mixture onto parchment paper in the shapes of roses, daisies, and frilly flower petals. Once completing the flowers, he used the kitchen scissors to cut them off the sheet at the stem, transferring them expertly to the crumb-coated cake and topping them artistically along the perimeter of the multiple tiers.

Killer’s look of complete concentration and dedication compelled Kiki to only softly move around the kitchen to check on the oven to not break his artistic trance. Turning the switch off, she then gazed at the variety of gingerbread she made that Killer babysat for her. The assortment of animal shapes and plants was a concoction of her and Killer's combined love and dedication to their cooked formation. Turning back towards Killer, she watched as his shaken hands slowly placed the final piped decoration atop the cake.

“You enjoying yourself, Kil?” Kiki asked him, stepping behind him and pressing a quick kiss on his shoulder, “You've done an insane job, by the way. What inspired all this?” Killer placed down his scissors and spatula, wiping his hands on the towel beside the cake and turned to face Kiki.

“I decided strawberry shortcake would be a good way to go, like what ya wanted. Not super sweet cream, but I used a jam that was pretty rich n’intense,” Killer answered her with a soft peck to her forehead, “Also, all this shit’d take you ages. How long you been up, honey?” Killer’s hands found Kiki’s shoulders and gently thumbed over the muscles. Kiki shrugged and darted her eyes between Killer’s deep sapphire blue orbs.

“Went to bed around six at night,” Kiki nodded to him, “Law went to work at five, he was gonna be home around three but stayed on to watch the surgery. Woke up at around three to see that message and decided to do something nice for him.” Killer continued to soothe her skin, the alcohol still coursing through his veins, but not as intense as they had been when they first crashed through the open window.

“And it's about seven now, yeah?” Killer asked her gently while encouraging her into a warm embrace, “Fuck, what I wouldn't give t’have you as me spouse. Considerate, beautiful, thoughtful lass who bakes fuckin’ cookies n’cakes n’shit fe’ me to decorate. Gotta come ‘round more often, take care of ya.” Killer slowly moved his arms away from Kiki towards the piping bag and began slowly packing up the materials.

“Kid's in the shower if you wanted to join him, Kil,” she gave the large blonde a soft nudge, “Have a shower, clean off the night, brush your teeth and go to bed here. Law has a day off once he gets home and we could do something together if you want.” Killer continued unattaching the piping bag and removing the plastic, cream-filled container while placing its contents in the bins or the sink to wash.

“I'll do these first. Won' take all that long,” Killer smiled at her and pressed another gentle kiss to her temple, “You n’ the big guy get some?” The blonde probed, being met with a nod from the brunette, “Hah, did he finish you off too?” Killer clicked his tongue when Kiki shook her head.

Finishing up soaping, rinsing, and drying the sugar-filled containers and utensils, Killer took her hand and drew her knuckles up to his lips. Pressing a gentle kiss to her soft skin, he smiled against it before pulling away with a cheeky smile decorating his painted lips.

“You and Trafalgar have a day off tomorrow, or really today,” he nodded while releasing her hand, “Kid n’ I will take care of yer both as payment for lettin’ us stay ‘ere. Have you n’ Law come n’ sleep between us, and we'll wake you up with proper care and attention.” Killer gently pulled away from her as Kiki moved herself towards the linen cabinet. Pulling out two towels, she handed them to Killer and gestured him on towards the bedroom ensuite.

“You get cleaned up with Kid, sweetheart. I don't doubt you'll be up for just about anything later,” she smirked suggestively at him, “Let me get you both some ibuprofen and electrolytes so you're not hungover while you finish up showering. We'll talk about it more later.” Killer thanked her softly with a nod and turned on his heels towards the bathroom. Leaving Kiki alone for a moment, she moved back towards the kitchen and smiled at the decorations Killer dedicated his fixed attention to.

Greens, reds, yellows, and blues were forefront in the design, all topped with those sugar-coated strawberries she had made moments prior. It was truly beautiful, something she had come to expect from the dedicated blonde when he put his mind to his culinary mastery. Walking over towards the kitchen bench, she flicked the switch to the coffee maker and waited while it brewed down into the perculator beneath the drip filter. Inhaling deeply, she exhaled with a smile as the familiar telltale jingle of keys began shuffling in the lock.

Kiki would have a lot of explaining to do as soon as that door swings open. For now, Kiki dwelled in the hope of what later shenanigans would come from their day as soon as her boys had their rest.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Snippet for the next fic

For his first act of teenage delinquency he feels pretty accomplished, Sure May will kill him if she ever finds out and so would Mr. Stark but he'd had fun. Laura was great and he'd enjoyed this a lot.

She's leaning into him and he can't tell if the flush is from the alcohol or not. “We have to do this again.” She slurs and Peter is already nodding along.

They eventually part, having to go their own ways but before they do they finally exchange numbers. With that they parted ways to go back home.

May was asleep when he got back thankfully and by the time he's at the tower the next morning he can only thank God it's not a school day. He's still hung over and Tony spots it immediately.

“Why are you so grumbly today?”

“It's nothing Mr Stark, just a headache.”

“What were you doing last night? Did you get in a fight? The suit didn't show any sign of movement.”

“No, I was with a friend.”

Tony raised an eyebrow dubiously, “Which friend not to be harsh Peter but you don't really have many of those.”

Peter rolled his eyes but didn't dispute it, “It's a new friend.”

Tony crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow curiously, “You going to give me a name or…”

“Laura.”

“And where did you meet Laura?”

Peter feels like this is in interrogation and tries to figure out how to back out of this. “I ran into her at the lake a few weeks back. She was hanging out with the ducks. We just hit it off from there.”

“Were you drinking last night?”

Peter felt his eyes go wide, “NO!” He answered far too harshly.

Tony just raised an eyebrow, caught. “Ok maybe she invited me to drink with her, but don't tell Aunt May.”

“Peter, how old is she? And how the hell did you find somewhere that would give your baby face alcohol?”

“She's nineteen and there is a seedy bar she frequents. They didn't care how old I was and she bought everything. It's not that big of a deal.” He tries to explain but Tony seems thoroughly unconvinced.

“You just drank?” Tony clarifies and Peter feels a flush crawl up his neck at the insinuation. “Yes! Nothing else happened. We got kicked out because the bartender promised her dads not to let her get too drunk. Nothing else we just went are separate ways to go back home.”

Tony blinked, surprised, “Wait, her dads know?”

“Yeah they are regulars apparently and the bartender knows her through them.” He wasn't about to out her as a mercenary or exactly who her dad's were. Though he supposed he only knew one.

Tony frowned again and stared at him hard, “Just be careful kid, I'm not about to be a hypocrite but just be safe.”

Peter just smiled, “I promise Mr. Stark.”

A pause.

“But you like her, yeah?”

“MR. STARK!”

IT'S UP

[bluem1ngs]

It was the first snowfall Tenerife had seen in years, it was an absolute miracle.

There he stood, in front of the white colonial home that he grew up in.

He makes adjustments to his crimson scarf, pulling it up over his face to hide his already intensely flushed cheeks from the cold. Hands tucked inside his long, brown trench coat, he stood along the snow covered streets.

He’d begun to think back at all those years, those times he’d spent with the Corleone’s & his beloved Cordy. Oh, how he missed her.

Suddenly— the door opens abruptly, and Mr. Corleone appears, looking almost astonished before breaking into a broad smile.

The man Pedro might consider his second father reached out to the young man he had practically raised and gave him an embrace, which Pedro gladly welcomed.

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Corleone."

Remaining somewhat taken aback by his surprise at seeing the man, Pedro smiles.

"Please, come in, come in." the older man welcomes,

Pedro enters the house through the wider door that the man has opened, and as he does so, he looks around, recalling all the memories that have been made here.

At the doorstep, Pedro dusts the snow off of himself and his shoes on the rug.

In an attempt to make the young man feel comfortable, Mr. Corleone removes his jacket and hangs it up.

"How long has it been since we've last seen you?" The man asks, leading Pedro through the living room and asking him to please take a seat on the coach, to which Pedro accepts.

"I've have to say about, two years? After that trip me and—" he pauses, not being able to say her name,

"Cordelia.. came to visit." he finishes and looks up at her father to see almost a frown on his face.

"Speaking of Cordelia.. have you've guys spoken since?” Mr. Corleone inquires, unsure of whether or not he ought to have done so initially.

Pedro almost laughs, finding it funny that he somehow ended up at her parents doorstep without a reason, or anything to say, only the fact that he needed to see her, and to talk to her.

"Actually.. I, uh, I don't even know why l'm here— I don't think l'm no longer invited back here anymore."

Mr. Corleone almost instantly gives a shake of his head.

"Nonsense, of course you are, Pedro. No matter what happens between you and my daughter you'll always be welcomed in to our home. All these years we've spent raising the two of you, nothing could ever change that."

Pedro looks up at the older man, and smiles a weak smile.

It's silent between the two men, only the sound of the wood burning in the fireplace cackling.

"How is she?" Pedro suddenly asks, in a whisper as if he's hesitant.

Mr. Corleone sighs, "She's good, she's doing great." giving him a comforting smile.

The front door opens, and Mrs. Corleone steps into the house with a smile on her face— then it drops.

"Pedro," the woman whispers, and then looks back out the front door.

"What's wrong?"

Cordelia walks into the house, and with a smile on her lips, finding her mother’s sudden shocked expression funny, she turns to look at what her mother seems so surprised by.

She wore a dark brown coat, and a beige scarf and matching gloves, and brown boots. Her once dark brown hair a few shades lighter, and it was curled.

She lets the smile fall from her lips, and she stares him— him, the guy she had so much history with, it hurt her.

She collects herself, smiling once more.

She was always good at putting a smile on her face.

She approached her father and kissed his cheek, saying, "We have found you many more presents, daddy."

"Great. I can't wait." The older man joked, sharing a subtle laugh with his wife.

Cordelia approached Pedro, and he embraced her without saying anything.

He felt the way her breathing subsided, and her hands that lightly grazed him.

He'd once longed to feel her touch, to hold her in her arms just one more time for what seemed like years that separated them.

He was well aware that things between them were far from normal, with unspoken words still to be exchanged. He knew, however, that she had never liked to put their troubles between her parents and had always made an effort to ensure that they were aware that nothing was wrong between the two.

She once told him that she hoped her parents would have been disappointed if they had known about everything that had happened over the past ten years between their cherished daughter and the man who had been in her life for so long. Of course, not in them, but in the circumstance.

Though time never appeared to be on their side, they had always hoped that the two would end up together.

She drew away from his embrace and looked up at him.

She fixed the collar of his shirt, letting her hands rest at his chest for a moment.

In that moment, he felt as though his heart would completely stop beating altogether.

"It's nice to see you, Pedro." she spoke softly, "I hope you'll be staying for dinner. I'm making rigatoni, she says with the ever so sweetest smile.

Pedro nods, " If you'd like," taking the time to admire her.

She lets out a breath, making her way to the kitchen and tying an apron around her waist.

Pedro watched her from across the room,

She stood under the crimson light, with a concentrated look on her face as she diced some onions for her famous rigatoni.

She made it for him the very first night they spent together in their home.

Of course, the Barcelona villa the two had formerly called home was no longer theirs.

Pedro became buried in his own lingering thoughts as he gazed at her attentively.

He recalled the night she had left him, and it seemed as if he was experiencing the same emotion in his heart at that precise time.

During those months, he spent his time closed away in that house that once held so many memories of her.

Naturally, he didn't toss away his entire life because he still had his career, which he had fought so hard to get, but a part of him felt that it all wouldn't be worth it if he couldn't enjoy it with her any more.

Pedro’s Barcelona teammates were very supportive and always made an effort to bring him out of the house. Frankly, It never seemed to work, but one day Pedro just so happened to agree to spend the night out in a bar in Barcelona.

It'd only been an hour and a half and Pedro left the bar, not being able to bear the loud music and the crowd.

He strolled alone through the streets of Barcelona.

His attention is drawn to the adjoining restaurants brilliant decorations, music, and delicious aroma of cuisine.

The bell from the restaurant door rings, and a pair emerges laughing, walking out hand in hand.

Pedro exhales, walking into the restaurant.

He stood upon the entrance, looking around into the busy restaurant.

His heart stopped entirely, and he felt his eyes narrow and his brows furrow almost as if he were attempting to imagine what he was seeing.

She wore a beige silk dress, with her once-dark brown hair now slightly lighter, resting upon her slender shoulders.

She formally thanks the woman who appears and places a glass in front of her. A man sat in front of her, saying something that must've made her smile even more.

With his heart in his hands, Pedro approached the table where she sat.

It was so sudden, he didn't even realize what he was doing.

Slowly, Cordelia turned her attention away from the man seated in front of her and toward the man whom she once loved standing right in front of her.

"Pedro," she pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words, not sure what to say.

Pedro took in every nuance of her,

She looked incredibly beautiful sitting there in that dress.

"What are you doing here?" she finally spoke, her voice soft & delicate. God, how he missed the sound of her sweet voice.

Pedro smiles that charming smile of his, saying, "Just wanted to grab a bite to eat."

Cordelia softly smiles, noticing the sudden shift in mood from her date's half.

"Pedro, l'd like you to meet Matthew," she tells him, introducing the two.

The man named Matthew reached out to shake Pedro’s hand to which Pedro is reluctant.

"Pedro," Cordelia says, taken aback at his bluntness.

"Cordy, can I talk to you?" Pedro interrupts, with a sedate look on his face.

Cordelia looks at him, perplexed for words at his impoliteness.

She turns to her date, ushering him an apology.

"If you'll excuse me, this'll only take a moment."

The man only nods, understandingly.

Pedro gently takes Cordelia by the hand, leading her out of the restaurant.

"Pedro, you're being incredibly rude. What is it with you?" Cordelia asks him.

It was the first time that night that she took a good look at him. His brown hair that she once buzzed for him was overgrown and his beard stubble looked as thought it hadn't been shaved in months. But most of all, he had this look in his eyes, that held a variety of emotions in them. It almost seems as like he is attempting to express his thoughts to her at that precise time.

"Come home," Pedro simply stated, through the stiffness of the night.

Cordelia intently stares at him, taken aback at his words.

Pedro stood there, hoping for a response from her that only he dreamt about at night.

Cordelia gazes at him with an amorous glance, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek.

"It isn't my home anymore." she tells him with a gentle smile. It was as a way of stillness, to close this chapter of her life.

Pedro intently watched her walk away from him.

He felt a pain in his heart, feeling as if his complete world had ended.

That was the night that they'd last seen each other. It was almost two years ago now.

"Pedro," a voice calls out,

Pedro slowly comes back to reality, seeing Mrs. Corleone waving her hand in front of his face to catch his attention.

"Pedro, dear, are you alright?" the woman kindly asks.

"Oh, yes, sorry. I must've zoned out for a moment." Pedro responds, subtly laughing.

"You were out of it for quite some time." Mr. Corleone, with a sly grin making Pedro chuckle.

Pedro’s laughter subsided as he stared at Cordelia who was in her own world.

The old record player played a record and she sweetly sang along to it.

That record player was once Mr. Corleone’s whom was passed down to him by his father.

Mr. Corleone was very much responsible for Cordy’s one of a kind music taste. In fact, the man even got Pedro into some music that to this day, Pedro still listens to and everytime he does, he thinks back at those old memories back in the Corleone' resident, listening to records with his dearest Cordy and her father.

"If you'll excuse me," Pedro spoke to the older couple, entering the kitchen.

Jazz music played in the midst of the tension between the two.

Only his presence overall was enough to bring chills to her spine as he stared ahead at her.

He looked incredibly handsome standing there.

She finally met his gaze, asking him a favor, "Would you be a dear and pour my parents some wine?"

Pedro nodded, "Of course," swiftly setting down a few glasses on the counter, as he poured wine into them.

He'd went to give the wine filled glasses to Mr. & Mrs. Corleone, and then came back into the kitchen.

Pedro came from behind Cordelia, his body so close against hers, setting her own glass of wine down in front of her.

Cordelia felt her breath shudder, feeling his loving touch after so long.

Pedro took a sip of wine, eyes never leaving her.

"I'm sorry for showing up so abruptly. Especially since how long it's been." he sincerely tells her.

"There's no need to apologize," Cordelia softly hums, "We're all happy to have you here."

Pedro looks at her intently, asking, "What about you?"

Cordelia doesn't look up from the pot of sauce that she stirs, with a simple laugh leaving her mouth, as she questions him, "What about me?"

"Are you happy to have me here?" he asks looking very solemn.

Cordelia meets his strong gaze, momentarily beaming that gorgeous smile of hers, "Of course, I am."

Pedro nods, "It's just we're so far from who we use to be," with complete certainty.

It was silent for a moment, just the distant sound of Christmas music playing on the record.

Cordelia serenely stares at him, ushering out, "What have you been up to, Pedro Gonzalez?"

Pedro grins at her words, thinking to himself for a moment.

"Nothing much, just focusing on my career."

Cordelia gives Pedro a look, "You mean to tell me that after all this time, no girl has swept you off your feet?"

Pedro smiles, telling her, "I believe if there'd be any wooing it'd be me doing it. But, no if you mustn't know.. I haven't been swept away."

Cordelia laughs that adorable laugh of hers that Pedro once loved dearly.

He asked her, "What about you, Ms. Corleone?" with a charming smile forming upon his lips.

Cordelia exhaled with a smile on her lips, "Just living life."

To this end, he grins even more, taking in her beauty for a moment.

She asked him why he had that look on his face, as though he saw there was something on her face, like a smudge of tomato sauce or something.

Pedro assured her it was nothing with a simple shake of the head while grinning.

Cordelia looks down, unable to control the silly smile on her lips.

Pedro intently stares at Cordelia, taking in the sight of her.

"You're absolute gorgeous, do you know that," he tells her more rather than a question, with complete clarity and sincerity.

Cordelia only grins at him, "Of course, you've told me that everyday for years."

Pedro felt his heart swell with love.

He was absolutely smitten by her and he wouldn't want it any other way.

Mr & Mrs Corleone watched from afar, taking the time to admire the two young adults that they raised. Oh, how wonderful human beings they'd become. To be frank, it was just perfect within the idea of what could be, once more.

It was around 10' that night, just hours before Christmas Day.

Only the sound of firewood cackling throughout the dimmed living room was heard.

Cordelia sat on the carpet, reminiscing as she looked through old family photos.

Pedro joins her, handing her a mug of hot cocoa.

Cordelia takes it, whispering a thanks.

"What are you looking at?" Pedro asks, letting his eyes roam over the many pictures that captured Cordelia’s life.

"Oh, just some old photos," she spoke softly, "I'm looking to find any with you,"

To this, Pedro glances up from the photos, smiling broadly at the woman who sat in front of him.

At the sight of Cordy’s gorgeous smile, he looks over at the photograph she held up in her hands. It was a picture from years ago,

Pedro’s arm slung over Cordelia’s shoulder, as the two posed for the picture. He remembers that moment like it was just yesterday. The Gonzalez’s and Corleone’s had gone on a camping trip together and Mrs Corleone had taken that very photograph of the two teenagers sitting around the campfire.

It was always just the two of them. From the beginning, it was always Pedro and Cordy, the two bestest friends in the world.

"We had no idea what would come for us,"

Pedro mutters, making Cordelia slightly smile.

"Yeah," she exhales, "Back then I would've never imagined you'd be the one I spent all those years with,"

"I would've," Pedro whispers out into night.

"I always knew you were the one for me," he intently tells her, "I still do."

Cordelia only softly smiles,

Pedro glances down at her hand, remembering the engagement diamond that once rested upon her ring finger.

"What ever happened to us?" he asks her, in a solemn tone.

"We were two people going in different directions." Cordelia gently says.

"We were engaged, Cordy." Pedro says with complete agonizing clarity.

Cordelia stares ahead, feeling his words sting a part of her that still strongly held him within.

With a heavy heart, Pedro tells her, "I love you, Cordy," letting out a sigh of exasperation, "I have always, always loved you,"

In this moment, Cordelia’s emotions began to overwhelm her.

“I am determined to be happy, Cordy. Happy in this life, and I love you but—“ he lets out a shaky breath, completely dedicating, “Time is no man’s friend, so I have to get right with that and be happy now, because this is it. This is all that we get, Cordy.”

Cordelia stares at him with teary eyes, conveying many thoughts.

“I also want for you to be happy,” Pedro smiles a little bit, to conceal his wanderlust emotions,

“It’s really important to me for you to be happy, so, I want you to be with someone— whether it be Sevilla guy, or a man you haven’t even met yet. But, I want you to be with someone... who can be apart of a life that you want for yourself. I want you to be with someone who makes you feel like I feel when I’m with you. So, I guess the point to this long run-on sentence, that’s been the past seventeen years of our lives— is just that the simple act of being in love with you, is enough for me. So, you’re off the hook.”

Cordelia shudders, almost lost for words, “Pedro, I—“ letting out a shaky breath, “I don’t want to be left off the hook.”

Pedro intently stares at her, with a small smile forming onto his lips as he listens to her.

“Everything I’ve ever done in my life has always led me back to you,”

To this, she tells him, “Pedro, I love you, you know that,”

Pedro looks down with a smile,

“It’s so real that it’s kept me moving— mostly running from it.. never ready for it and I can’t be left off the hook because I might just keep running from you.” she tells him, with such passion and dedication.

Pedro takes in every nuance of her,

She sat there in the midst of the room, with tears running down her cheeks but looking still as beautiful as ever.

Pedro couldn’t help but to slightly chuckle,

His hands gently held her cheeks, wiping away any tears.

He places his lips on hers. It was gradual, and delicate. As they kissed, the crimson light fell on their faces.

She slowly brings them apart, her eyelids fluttered half-closed as she relished the kiss.

“You’re never left off the hook,” Pedro tells Cordelia, making her laugh in the midst of her tears just before he draws her in for another kiss.

[kedreeva]

Bug's babies! Already attached to her, and totally chill about being picked up and loved on by me. I hope they recognize my voice, considering all the talking to them I did before they hatched.

[july-19th-club]

one thing about being in too much pain to uphold social niceties (period and it's a bad one) is that i did spend all day at work not only doubled over and moving at a pace the ninety year old library ladies were lapping but i was even worse than usual at tasks like Looking At People Who Are Chewing Gum and "not edging away bugeyed when a coworker stands close next to me" and of course the perennial favorite "keeping track of more than three words spoken to me in a row and responding to that" and we'll let me merely say. it is just me and that murderbot. nobody else in this whole damn library understands

[kohakhearts]

anyone who knows me knows i HATE being this guy. but i am having such a bad time and would deeply appreciate some fun blorbo indulgence or like. anything to help cheer me up. love u all <3

[geospiral]

Can't find one specific fic I'm looking for.