Jus’ one? Man oh man, thah jus’ ain’t decent tuh ask uh guy! Ah love eatin’… *Rubs the back of his neck in consideration* Well shit, prolly mah mom’s cookin’. She makes sum awesome bar-bee-que chicken.

Me an’ Keith went tuh see her awn Sunday an’ goddamn, man, it was delicious. 

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[Submitted by Ask-Keith]

Keith’s blankets were thicker than his own, the heavy drape of their folds enveloping Ellis in warmth when the male finally retired to the bedroom, allowing Riggs to bounce up onto the mattress after him without Keith present to scold. The screen of his phone continuously glowed with pinged text messages of Keith’s promises of coming home soon and Nick’s banter over whether or not werewolves existed. He snuggled into the pillows and scrolled through a remembrance article on Washington Roebling - one of his longtime local heroes - between alerts, eyelids going heavy with impending sleep. 

By midnight, the tuckered southerner was nodding off, his fingers going limp and his Android toppling off the edge of the bed and hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thump. 

When Keith stepped in - bringing with him the wind-swept scent of a motorcycle ride - Ellis was slack-jawed and snoring lightly, Riggs huddled into his side and his phone illuminated with one last jab from Nick. The redhead picked it up, snorting at the display before putting it on the bedside table for safe keeping. 

“Down,” Keith told the dog, his voice firm as he gestured towards the comfortable puppy bed occupying the corner, “Yuh know better.” 

Riggs huffed but did as he was told, and Keith stripped down to his boxers before sliding beneath the blankets and into El’s warmth. The brunette’s muscled arm was slung over his pillow, so the older Georgian simply eased closer, using his bicep for cushioning instead as Ellis mumbled in sleepy satisfaction for the unexplained addition of body heat in his dreams. 

Keith tilted his head, pressing the scarred line of his mouth against his boyfriend’s dimpled chin. Ellis uttered a soft whine noise, shifting slightly before glossed gray eyes drifted open beneath furrowed eyebrows, his gaze falling to Keith immediately. “Nnn… baby? Yew home?” 

“Yeah,” Keith answered with a softly amused smile, “Sorry I came s’late.” 

“S’awrigh’,” yawned the survivor as he closed his eyes once more, the heavy hand of sleep pushing him back into the jumbled drift of dreamland before he could offer any further comment on Keith’s homecoming. 

“Love yew,” the redhead cooed as he settled down once more, sliding his palm over Ellis’s chest as it rose and fell on comfortably deep breaths. Ellis broke into continued snores as Keith hooked an ankle around his beneath the blankets, his voice a tender brush when he added, “G’night.” 

“Got the puppy as soon as I could…Happy birthday darlin! And Happy Valentine’s day. Hawhaw…this is gonna be a lil’ interestin’ tuh git used tuh.”

[Submitted by Ask-Keith]

Riggs’s fluffed tail wagged with cheerful anticipation as Keith carried him into the house, intelligent eyes flicking back and forth as the clever puppy took in his surroundings. The canary yellow of his collar fits well around a scruffy neck, the personalized tag draped from its band glittering in the living room lighting. The blanketing scent of the roses - fresh like spring and crisp like winter - greet the first startled breath Ellis draws through slightly flared nostrils, happy surprise dousing his cheeks in pink. 

“Aw, Keith,” the brunette says lamely, mouth shifting nervously like his smile is too shy to break through. The puppy kicks its feet at Keith’s arm, wanting down to explore its new surroundings with shrewd interest. Instead of freedom, it gets Ellis’s arms wrapping around Keith’s torso, careful of the dog and the roses both as he toes up to kiss Keith across the mouth, crooning wordlessly against his scarred lips. 

Riggs cocks his head, sneaking a sharp-toothed nibble at the plastic film wrapping the roses. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” Ellis agrees, nuzzling his nose along Keith’s without his hat obscuring the gesture. “Thank ya s’much… m’happy tuh call yew mine, Valentine~” He laughs, short of breath and bashful, and kisses his boyfriend again.

Riggs nibbles through the plastic and into the stem of a rose before Keith catches him at it. 

[Warning for MPREG. Or genderbend with immediate reversal to male after birth. Your choice.]

V (Ask-Keith) occasionally does sketch chibis to roleplay back and forth with me in private streams. Last night we played with a future alternate universe, the results of which I thought I might post, because I haven’t had so many feels in… yeah.

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[Second part of the boys’ trip to Texas. A blowjob, more discussion of jealousy, a nap, lunch, and lots of aww. Light, script-style roleplay and more adult content. See part one (with bolding for easier reading now) here.]

Keith: “I got it. *says easily, swooping down to fetch the worn blue cap, picking up his hair tie that had also fallen* Mmm yea….really good look awn ya. *croons with a grin, fixing Ellis’ hat on his head before taking a moment to fix his hair into a sloppy pony tail*”

Ellis: “*Blushes further, both pleased and embarrassed with Keith perching his hat on for him; elbows up from the vehicle and wobbles only a little as he climbs back into his seat, the door having been left open* Can we go a’fore sumbody calls th’cops?”

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[ Roleplay between Ask-Keith and I. Warnings for genderswitch, adult content including oral and first time penetration, and the fluffiest motherfucking pillowtalk two dudes from Savannah can muster. Just short of 10,000 words! ]

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His phone sporadically hums with the arrival of a new text, but he’s not looking at it, the screen illuminating now and then beside his Hardy Boyz coffee mug. 

At the counter, Keith is thumping a small cooking mallet against the already shucked candies, crunching them into pieces to be mixed into the cookie dough already prepared by Ellis. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing thoughtfully at his work, and shoots a sheepish glance at his lover to ensure the brunette hasn’t noticed the chunks he’d requested are now instead a fine, glittering powder on the wooden chopping board.

 Keith sweeps the powder into the dough anyhow and tries to be gentler with the next round of candies. 

“Man, Ah love peppermints,” Ellis says with a contented mm, his tongue in the corner of his mouth as he peels back another sheer wrapper. “An’ don’tcha think Ah don’t see yew over there murderin’ th’shit outta them candies, dude.” 

“Who, me?” Keith tosses back with a smirk, flashing his canines briefly in the brightness of his smile. 

“Yer jus’ on sum kinda revenge kick cos they ain’t almost as big as yew no more,” accuses the hick, chuckling when Keith resumes pulverizing, shards of red and white flinging across the counter. “Ah thought it was purdy cute, yew gettin’ tha’ stuff all over yer face, mahself.” 

“Ya would,” mutters Keith, his devilish smile accompanied by eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement; he turns to lean back against the counter, popping one of the candies in his mouth to suck quietly for a minute, apparently pleased with the admission. “Still cute now?” he questions, arms folded across his chest and his legs spaced, his posture entirely at ease. 

“Ah unno, man,” Ellis says with feigned uncertainty, his eyes rounding as though intimidated by the very question. “Y’all might be too big fer me now — er,” Ellis pauses with a disgruntled noise, dropping the act and flushing instead, “Uh, ferget how that sounded.” He hastily turns back in his chair, shoulders hunched in embarrassment as he carries on shucking candies. 

“Not a chance, Darlin,” Keith croons, mischievous laughter in the vivid blue of his eyes. “Not a chance~” 

ask-keith:

Well yer sittin’ at twelve uh them righ’ now. *Nips his lower lip, tugging briefly before rocking back on his heels and out of Keith’s reach, grinning as he shoves his hands in his pockets* Off tuh uh purdy good start, Ah’d say, babe. 

[ Submission by Ask-Keith ]

Heard it wus national kissin day. C’mere yew.

n/////n

*Rises up onto his toes to press their mouths together, creating an obnoxious smacking noise before grinning and returning for an actual kiss*

Ain’tchu jus’ rackin’ up sum brownie points~