#but then he's got his cock in hand and the thought of keith on his knees

[an-aphorism]

shiro buying an ice cream cone innocently enough gives it to keith. he almost wrecks 4 times on the way home from how.... distracting it is

Does Keith know what he's doing?? Or he's just lapping at the vanilla cone (his favorite) but it's a hot desert day so he cant eat it fast enough and it's dripping down onto his hands, the melted cream getting everywhere.

No choice but to stick his fingers in his mouth, lick his palm clean. Shiro's trying not to stare because he's driving, but damn this show didn't come with a warning.

"What?" Keith asks eventually, a bit of ice cream on the corner of his mouth.

Shiro is haunted by the image for weeks.

[steddieas-shegoes]

try again later

for @steddiesmuttyseptember prompts slap, loud, breeding kink, vibrator

rated e | 18+, minors dni | 2814 words | check ao3 for all tags

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Steve’s heart races as he climbs the stairs to his room. He promised Eddie he would wait for him to get back from Indy tomorrow to do this, but he’s been thinking about it all day. Nonstop.

And Robin made him go home to “deal with his problem” even though he was scheduled to close.

His problem being that he’s been hard for the last three hours.

It’s Eddie’s fault, really. He’s the one that bought the vibrator, left it on Steve’s bed, and then fucked off to do band things in Indy for four days.

The first two days, Steve ignored it. It was easy to do because he was still unsure how he felt about using it at all. Eddie assured him he’d love it, and Eddie was usually right about the things he likes, but a part of Steve thought that maybe this was too far.

Until this morning, when he unboxed it out of curiosity, and he found that it had five settings. And that it had a heat feature. And that it would work as a plug, too.

He shoved it back in the box and stared at his ceiling for two hours before he got up and got ready for work.

He was useless at work all day, both Keith and Robin were completely done with him.

Steve sits on his bed and thinks about this.

He could just try it out on the lowest setting and see how it works. He’ll wash it really good and then box it back up so Eddie doesn’t know. He knows Eddie won’t waste any time when he’s back; He’s just as impatient as Steve is.

But he doesn’t want to lie to Eddie, and even more than that, he doesn’t want to break Eddie’s rule.

He kinda wants to, though. A little bit.

He’s usually so good. Always does what Eddie wants, tries to be a good boy for him.

And in return, Eddie tells him he’s good, and gives him what he wants, and makes him feel like he’s flying.

He thinks breaking this one rule might be worth it.

So he unboxes the vibrator again and he makes sure it has the batteries it was supposed to come with in it and he reads the manual slowly so he understands the buttons. If he’s doing this to himself, he needs to be able to feel which button is which.

“Just the lowest setting,” he says to himself as he strips all of his clothes off. “Just to see.”

It’s thicker than he expected, so he opens himself up on two fingers before he even tries to slip it inside.

When he does, he knows he’s in trouble.

“Fuck,” Steve whines, biting his lip as he tries to find the perfect spot for it to fit snugly against his prostate.

It’s not even on yet and he thinks he’s going to come.

Once it’s settled inside, he lets his arms fall against the bed, his breaths heavy as he tries to calm down. He shouldn’t be doing this. He should’ve waited for Eddie.

He reaches down to press the button on the tip of the plug, the one that turns it on.

The moment he does, he gasps and lets out a loud moan.

The vibrations are borderline too much, even in the first few seconds. It’s a dull thrum, but it fills him, and feels like it’s making his heart beat faster and his hands shake.

He’s leaking, probably has been for a while, but it’s so much more than he usually does. Eddie likes to lick it up and spit it into his mouth, make him clean up his own mess.

Just the thought of Eddie doing that now, while turning up the setting on the plug, has Steve gripping the base of his cock to avoid finishing so soon. He circles his hole with one fingertip, clenching around the plug as he bumps up the setting by one.

His back arches without his permission, and tears spring to his eyes as his release shoots across his stomach. It’s heaven and hell, feeling so much while not having Eddie here to kiss him, and play with his hair, and wipe him down.

He goes from feeling better than ever to feeling short bursts of pain with pleasure, the overstimulation of the vibrations still happening almost too much. He manages to turn the vibrator off with shaking hands, but he doesn’t remove it.

“Fuck me,” he laughs as he tries to settle down enough to remove it.

He closes his eyes and sighs out.

The last thought he has before falling asleep is that he didn’t even get to actually touch his dick.

****

He wakes to a hand on his dick.

He’d panic more if he wasn’t familiar with the hand on his dick.

“Fuck, Eddie,” he moans, thankful that they have their own home, that no one ever has to hear the way he screams under Eddie’s touch. “What’re you doing home?”

“Apparently disciplining you,” he replies, voice cool, smug smile in place.

The room is dark, but Steve can see enough of him to know he’s figured out that Steve didn’t listen to his instructions. The hand on his dick is rough, no spit to glide the way. Steve winces at the drag as he speeds up.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie nips his neck. “You wanted to come so bad you couldn’t wait for me. Now I’m here. Let’s see it.”

Steve whimpers. It hurts, but it’s so good. The weight of the plug filling him up just adds to it as is whole body is jostled with Eddie’s firm movements.

“Can’t.” Steve takes a breath. “Hurts.”

“Awww, you should’ve thought about that before trying my new toy without me.”

And it’s the way he says it, my toy in that tone that makes Steve think he isn’t just talking about the vibrator. Like maybe Steve is his toy.

Steve’s gonna come. He’s certain of it.

Any moment now.

He feels his thighs tense.

Eddie’s hand is gone.

“No!” Steve cries. “Please. I’m so close. Please.”

“I don’t care if you’re close, sweetheart,” his words sting as he pulls away and stares down at where the plug is hidden inside Steve. “What happened to my good boy, huh? I leave you alone for a few days and you decide to misbehave?”

Steve can’t even find words to explain himself. Eddie’s hand is back on him, but this time his fingers are pinching his nipples, twisting just enough for it to bite.

They’re gone as fast as they came and Steve’s gasping for breath, arching up into the touch while wishing Eddie would lick them to ease the burn. He’s a mess of feeling right now and it’s his own fault.

Eddie’s palm makes contact with Steve’s cheek.

It’s hot, fire against his skin. The pain of the slap barely registers as he feels his own release against his stomach.

“Would you look at that?” Eddie hums. “Who knew being so rough with you would make such a mess.”

Steve feels a tear fall from the corner of his eye, but he’s too busy coming down from his high to wipe it away.

Eddie does it for him.

It’s gentle, soft, the opposite of the slap that caused it.

“I’m gonna turn this on now,” Eddie taps the base of the plug, sending shockwaves through Steve’s nerves. “And you’re gonna get to have every setting. Or did you already do every setting?”

“No, sir,” Steve whispers, voice broken. “Just two.”

Eddie nods. “Then I think I’ll have to get two more out of you before we can stop.”

Steve whines. He’s already sore. His cock is trying to get hard again, and he can feel every shift of the plug inside him. He doesn’t even think he could have two more orgasms if Eddie turned the vibrator on the highest setting.

He thinks he might pass out.

“Color?” Eddie asks.

It doesn’t quite break the moment, but it does make Steve focus on his face.

He looks concerned, but he also looks like he’s in awe. He always kind of looks at Steve like that, like he’s amazing him just by existing, just by the noises he makes and the curve of his body.

“Green.”

Eddie kisses the corner of his mouth before he slaps his other cheek.

Steve groans and turns his face away reflexively, but Eddie grabs his jaw and makes him turn to look up at him.

“I wanna see those cheeks get red, baby. Makes your eyes so bright when you cry,” Eddie slaps him again, but Steve’s starting to feel numb. “Just like that. You know why I wanted you to wait for me?”

Steve shook his head.

“Because I know how to make everything good for you. You didn’t even tease yourself a little, did you?” Eddie clicks his tongue against his teeth. “How am I supposed to knock you up if you try to do everything yourself?”

Steve’s cock pulses between them.

“Please. Please, sir.”

“Please, please sir,” Eddie mocks him, leaning down to grip his jaw tight. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” Steve tries to say with his mouth forced open.

“Oh, I’m gonna. But what else?” Eddie moves his hand down to Steve’s throat, resting there as a threat, the kind that makes Steve’s eyes roll back in his head. “What did you beg me to do to you on the phone the other night?”

“Wanna be full of you,” Steve continues, trying to focus on what Eddie’s asking.

“Yeah, gonna fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes, right?”

Steve nods. “Wanna have your baby.”

Eddie grins down at him as he turns the vibrator on.

He bumps it up to two immediately and Steve thinks this is a different two than the one he had on before he fell asleep. It’s sharp and too much immediately, making him squirm under Eddie’s weight. But Eddie doesn’t allow it, which just adds to the jolts of electricity going through his body.

“I’ll give you one, sweetheart. But first, you gotta be my good boy.”

Steve can do that. He can do whatever Eddie needs him to.

Eddie bumps the setting up again and it’s almost unbearable. How does anyone handle the highest setting?

Oh. Oh. It’s warm.

It feels like…

“Gonna come,” Steve warns. “Feels too good.”

“Then come, baby.”

Steve nearly screams through his orgasm and Eddie doesn’t try to quiet him. He laughs as Steve shivers from aftershocks.

He turns it up again and Steve may black out for a second. He squeezes his eyes shut and grits his teeth together and his dick stays hard.

“Too much, too much.”

“It wouldn’t be if you hadn’t started without me.”

It’s probably true, but Steve’s already feeling pretty far gone.

“One more, baby boy. Think you can give me another one?”

Steve nods because he can, he knows he can. He wasn’t sure before, but Eddie’s tone makes him believe he’s capable of anything.

If Eddie tells him to come, he will. If Eddie tells him to suck him while he fucks his mouth, he’ll happily do it.

“Look at you, so sweet. You’re so beautiful when you let me take care of you. Can’t believe you thought you could do this all for yourself,” Eddie wraps his hand around Steve’s cock, barely moving it. Steve curls up and towards Eddie with the touch, whimpering at the firey pleasure piercing his stomach. “You’re mine, Stevie. My hands are the only ones who can make you feel this good, my mouth, my cock, my toy.”

Steve’s chest is heaving as Eddie turns the vibrator up to the highest setting.

Words aren’t happening anymore.

Steve thinks he comes, but he can’t be sure.

He’s tingly and weightless, and he thinks if Eddie gets off of him, he’ll fly away.

The plug is gone and Steve whines at the loss. He tries to shove his own fingers inside himself, wants to keep feeling full, but Eddie slaps his wrist.

“That’s mine. Hands up.”

Steve listens because he decided being good is probably better for getting what he wants. Plus, Eddie’s fingers are inside him, four of them he thinks. It burns a little, but it’s not something Steve can complain about past the noises he’s making.

He wouldn’t anyways, not when he knows what he’s getting next.

Eddie slaps his cock.

Maybe he didn’t know what he was getting. He yelps, his eyes shoot open, and he stares at Eddie in shock.

He’s still hard, but it hurts.

“Color?” Eddie asks again, because this is new, and he always asks when he does something new. Even if they’ve talked about it, even if Steve assured him he would say red if he didn’t like it.

The pain was already gone, replaced with an overwhelming need to come. Eddie’s fingers were pressing against his prostate, making him forget about the slap entirely.

“Green, sir, again.”

“Good boy,” Eddie grins as he slaps his cock again, harder. “You like being slapped around? Like when I make you red all over? Look at your dick, baby.”

Steve does. It’s an angry red, almost purple, and he still has cum leaking from the tip. It twitches against his stomach when Eddie grabs it and rubs his thumb across the soaked slit.

Steve is panting, sure that there’s no way he could handle more.

“Gonna give you what you want now.”

Eddie’s cock is pretty average in length, but it’s thick, and he got it pierced a while back. It drives Steve absolutely crazy.

But four fingers stretched him out enough that Eddie’s cock entering him is just a dull ache.

“There you go, baby. That feel good? You feel full now?” Eddie asks as he lets more of his weight fall on top of Steve. Steve is by far the heavier of the two, but he loves when Eddie surrounds him like this.

But he doesn’t feel full yet. He shakes his head.

“No? What else do you need?” Eddie knows exactly what he needs, and he knows Steve is so far gone that talking is damn near impossible at this point. “You need to suck something? My fingers maybe?”

Steve shakes his head. Maybe next time.

“Need your cum.”

Eddie groans as he starts fucking into Steve faster, making the bedframe hit the wall behind them. They really need to look into getting something to dull the noise. They’ll never be able to do anything when they have guests over at this rate.

“That’s all you need, sweet boy? Just need me to fill you up, put the plug in, make sure nothing leaks out so you can give me a baby?” Eddie is breathless now, stomach and arms tense as he holds himself at the perfect angle to hit the oversensitive bundle of nerves inside Steve.

“Mhm, gonna-” Steve moans. “Gonna give you a baby. All the babies. Ten babies.”

Steve feels Eddie’s warm breath against his neck.

“Ten’s a lot, sweetheart,” he laughs against his neck before placing a gentle kiss over his moles. “You gonna come for me again?”

Steve nods, but he isn’t sure he can. He can barely even feel his cock anymore, so he’s not sure he’s got anything left in the tank.

Eddie moans against his jaw, hips stuttering to a much slower rhythm as he comes. Steve feels the warmth inside him, can already feel it dripping out. He whines at the loss.

“I know, baby,” Eddie wipes at a stray tear as he pulls back, but not out. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

Steve thinks he comes. He’s pretty sure he passes out, too.

When his eyes open again, Eddie’s holding him, playing with his hair and humming softly. He’s still sweaty, but he doesn’t have any cum dried on him. The plug is snug inside him, holding as much of Eddie inside as possible.

“With me, Stevie?” Eddie whispers. It’s the quietest moment they’ve shared since he woke up to Eddie in bed with him.

“Kinda.”

Eddie’s hand brushes up and down his back, fingers poking gently into his spine.

“Can’t believe you didn’t wait for me.”

“Was nervous,” Steve yawns.

“Is it okay?” Eddie asks.

Steve nods against his chest. “Really okay.”

“You’re gonna be sore later.”

“‘S okay. Feel full.”

“We gonna talk about the ten babies thing?” Eddie asks, not judging, never judging, just curious.

“Gonna give you ten babies. ‘S what I said,” Steve is too tired to stay awake.

“Might be difficult with our current anatomy, but we can give it an honest try,” Eddie is laughing softly as he talks.

“Try again later,” Steve barely mumbles out before he drifts back to sleep.

[roseboysstuff]

idk how to do requests its my first time doing this but could you do Shiro from voltron legendary defender x ftm reader?

Spoilers if ya havent watched it!!

Ok so like yk where that one episode Shiro disappeared and came back after a year and he just immediately went to reader and just fucks him.... soft dom Shiro brainrot... can be a mix of fluff and smut also u can do this req anytime u want no pressure (i have bad memory so i'll eventually forget this LMAO and i lovelovelove how u write i THRIVE with it)

You don't have to worry about spoiling the series to me, I've watched it all over and over Little note about the show : I actually enjoyed it all, even season 8. The only think I don't like is allura x lance, and that Lotor was a bad guy. Allura and lotor should have got together, and lance and keith should have got together. I would also accept keith and shiro.

And thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you like how I write honestly most of it is word vomit so I'm glad others like it too

He had been through hell. Being kidnapped by the Galra had made him mentally exhausted. But most of all. He had missed you.

You. You were his everything. The thought of you had gotten him through his imprisonment. He had almost given in plenty of times. But the memory of your smile, the way you would say his name, and the idea of one day seeing you again, it all kept him going.

And when he managed to escape? All he could think about was you. The ride back to earth in that escape pod was harsh, and he was drifting in and out of consciousness. But he could have sworn he whispered your name throughout the whole trip.

When Keith and the gang rescued him, he begged them to take him back to you. Which they happily obliged.

The reunion was tearful, and he whispered your name over and over like a prayer, holding you tightly until you were just both crying on the floor, embraced.

"I missed you. So much. I'm here, sweetheart, I'm alive. I'm with you."

He kept apologising, and you almost couldn't believe it was real. Takashi Shirogane, your Shiro, was back. You'd been led to believe he was dead. All of the military and all your friends had told you to give up. You'd grieved and cried for months.

And now he was back. You didn't blame him, of course, and so you shut up his apologies with a kiss. You were desperate to feel his lips on yours again, to feel his warmth, to confirm that he was really alive and here with you. He eagerly reciprocated the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled away, about to apologise for the coldness of his new arm, but you just kissed him again.

It was cold, yes, but you didn't care. You wanted your arms around you, no matter what they were made of.

It didn't take long until you were heavily making out, drinking in the taste of each other. He held the back of your head with one hand, with the other sliding down to grasp at your hip. He was unwilling to let go. Neither were you.

He barely managed to pull away enough to pick you up and carry you to the bed, pulling you onto his lap. And it was straight back to kissing again, tearing off each other's clothes, lost in a hazy fog of need, want, love and lust.

There was no need for more foreplay than this. You were completely soaked, and he was hard as a rock. You were ready. Ready to feel his big cock stretching you out. Which it did.

Before he was kidnapped, you were a little more accomodating, considering you were used to taking his cock. But this time, as you sank down, you could feel every vein on his cock, as it stretched you out for the first time in nearly a year.

"Gods... you're so tight, baby boy. Am i hurting you? If I am, we can stop and-"

Well you were having none of that. You sank yourself fully down on his cock, causing you to whimper and him to throw his head back in pleasure, a chesty moan leaving his throat.

"Oh, wow. You're just as voracious as I remember. That's my good little prince, bounce on my cock. Please, baby boy."

How could you refuse such a humble request? Your hips instantly got moving, bouncing and grinding and gyrating. No particular rhythmn, just the desperate need to be together as one. And it was heaven. For both of you.

He was seeing the person who had gotten him through the worst times of his life, bouncing and moaning on his cock. Seeing your hair bounce, your eyes shut, and your mouth wide in a silent O shape. It only fueled his lust, and he started to thrust back.

The rhythmn of your bodies meeting only got less steady as you both got close, and you found yourself clutching onto him for dear life. He was doing the same. Your bodies were impossibly close, not even an atom of space between you, as you both climaxed, crying out the other's name. His hot seed filled your cunt up, and your cunt in turn clenched and milked his cock. it was ecstacy.

As you came down from your orgasms, neither of you let go. How could you? You had both spent the past year begging the universe to give you one more chance, you weren't going to let go.

He kissed your neck and face, a big grin on his face.

"I missed you, missed this. Oh, baby boy, you have no idea."

[justanothervoreblog]

Restrained

Keith always figured that because of his size and his muscles that he could handle just about anything. All his life his friends had called him a physical specimen. Someone who could never be toppled or dominated. Unfortunately that was no longer the case.

The last thing that Keith remembered was this cutie asking him to dance. After a while he remembers getting tired and then passing out. When he woke up he was restrained and had some sort of Speedo on.

No one would answer any of his questions. They would just say that he had been selected for something. After that he felt a bunch of different hands begin to feel up his muscles. They all called him good meat and how he would be perfect. Whatever that meant.

Soon after he was being oiled up with olive oil. His muscles began to glisten and shine as he was prepared. When they began to take the restraints off him, he thought this was his big escape. However all he was able to do was push a couple people down. Soon he was restrained in a much different way. He had an apple stuffed in his mouth and his entire body had been wrapped up in vegetable twine. Then he's blindfolded as someone then yells that table 43's meal was done.

Keith could only judge but it seemed he was on some giant serving platter. He could hear the wheels bring him to another room. There was soft music playing like at one of those fancy restaurants. The cart he is on stops and places him onto a table. He had no idea what was going to happen. Why on Earth was he being trussed up like food? This was utterly ridiculous and he was going to sue everyone in this place when it's over.

Whoever had ordered him muttered something about him being delicious. The Apple is gently plucked from his mouth. Before he can yell out any obscenities it feels like his head is being pushed into a moist cave. Then the sensation of his face being licked overwhelms his senses. It doesn't dawn on him that he was slowly being eaten alive.

His neck and shoulders are pushed deeper into the throat of his predator. Those rounded muscles meaning nothing to the hungry individual. Keith tries to struggle, but his muscles are still restrained by the vegetable twine. With another gulp his chest and abdomen come in next. It was about this time where he realized that he was going. He was being eaten! Devoured by some perv! How the hell was any of this even possible?

Not that it mattered, the hungry patron gets to that flaccid cock and ass. He begins to swipe those muscular globes like a credit card. It was utterly delectable to him, much to the dismay of keith. He was being humiliated and devoured. More than likely in a public setting to boot! Worst part is is that he was pretty sure that no one was going to be able to help him.

His muscular thighs and powerful calves are slowly swallowed up like noodles. The entire trip down the esophagus was wet, hot, and loud. It got even louder when he passed by the heartbeat. Before long his large and flat feet are scooped up by the tongue. They drop inside and join Keith rounding out this man's belly.

This was it. A lifetime of working out, dieting, and proper sleep schedule just to end up as someone's dinner. He was curled up into the fetal position, still bound by the vegetable twine even now. His entire body bulging out on somebody's abdomen. All the while his devourer rubbed over the hefty meal. Keith couldn't hear anything through the gurgling and churning of his own body. Keith shut his eyes and realized that this was his fate...

Devin walked out of his favorite establishment with a heavy gut on him. One might describe him as a twunk. Not so lean and not so built either, a perfect in between. However the man he ate certainly put a number on his physique. With a satisfied smile, he cradles his belly with his hands. This beefcake was all his to digest for the next couple of days. As if to pay compliments to the chef, he lets out a ferocious burp before heading into the night. With his enormous belly in tow.

[scummy-writes]

Ikepri Suitors and their OnlyFans Account

This is silly, entirely based on messages in my server over the great Silvio Tit Block and jokes about OF following soon after, but I did put some thought into this!!! Just don't be upset if its odd, because while we all know chev would never have an OF in his life, it is fun imagining it 💭

We'll skip over the 'hows' and 'whys' here. We can pretend they're the princes of OF, and just what they specialize in.

Characters: Chev, Silvio, Gilbert, Clavis, Jin Keith

Chevalier

- There is a room lined with bookshelves, various titles glinting from the low light. In the center is a lavish lounge, and laid out across it is Chevalier. There is a robe draped across the back of it. Nothing on his person save for a book in his hands, which he calmly reads aloud.

- yeah. Chev just reads his romance books while nude on camera. It's a bit of asmr while getting nice eye candy

- a lot of comments in his page is about watching his erection, especially when he gets to a sex scene- people claim to see it twitch at parts, but they're never completely sure.

- rarely cums on camera. Usually reserved for higher tiers where they supply him with rare books that are difficult to find. Those videos focus on him in a different viewpoint, his breath heavy as he tries to control himself. Seeing precum drip down the length of his cock is a sight you'll want etched into your memory.

Clavis

- It's an adventure every time you view a new upload from him. Most of the time, he's testing out sex toys he's created, alongside any experimental lubes or mild aphrodisiacs. Other times, he's slowly fucking his fist or a fleshlight, whimpering out how much he loves his darling.

- his tendencies for being foolish are not entirely gone from here. They will show in the toy designs or follower requests he abides. He's done things such as drawing on himself with whip cream, trying to edge himself with vibrators, or see how long he can last without touching himself while taking his brand of aphrodisiac.

- there is a persona he has for his OF, a silly gentleman who is prone to trying to please his fans through his creations, but between the curated chaos there are softer videos of his. Ones where he sighs out praises and words of love, playing up a fantasy of being your loving husband, coaxing himself to cum on your command.

Jin

- His chest is his money maker. Of course, his whole body could be considered so, but he pays attention to the comments he receives, and he knows what his audience wants. There's many a picture and video of his body slicked with oil, hands squeezing his chest as he winks at the camera

- certainly has started off videos shirtless and in sweatpants, letting his erection strain against the fabric. He's came in his pants just a few times, as a treat to his fans every once in a while.

- lots of focus on him jerking off for the camera. Sometimes he's got the hem of his shirt in his mouth, jerking off while letting you soak in the rest of his body. Other times he's in the shower, soaping his body slowly, paying attention to his chest, laying out his best dirty talk with gentle chuckles and sighs.

- sometimes tests out some of Clavis' special creations, but not often. One dyed his palms and dick, and he's been more careful since.

Silvio

- Silvio is known for his money, and also his tits. Those days out at sea have caused his body to be toned delightfully, and when accentuated with the fine jewelry he wears, it wasn't a surprise that nudes of himself caused a stir among those who knew of him.

- despite how often he sleeps with women, he rarely has any with him in videos. Most of his content centers around tasteful photos of himself, lounging on furniture with jewelry adorning his figure. This account was how others found out just how many piercings he has litered along his body.

- in the few videos he has, the times he collaborates with someone is few and far inbetween. Those videos are often rough, a means to an end for both parties, and when Silvio cums he'll elect to do so on his partner's face when possible. Something in the way he does so, then takes their chin in his hand to survey his work, makes his fans go a bit wild. But outside of those videos, he's often jerking himself off. Slowly, taking his time chasing his pleasure. He'll hiss curses as he gets close to his orgasm, edging himself more and more until he can't take it anymore.

- there are rumors that if you post photos of his tits outside of his OF account, your account will be struck down immediately with an explicit marker. His chest is just too much for other sites to handle.

- carlos has to delete many comments stating "I can fix him", lest Silvio pop off.

Gilbert

- oddly, when you view his content, there is no comments on anything. It's as if you've found a diamond in the rough, a private profile not meant for others eyes. Yet Gilbert doesn't kick you off of the page, and you're surprised at the amount of content he produces for such little price.

- he focuses on different ways for himself to get off. His hand, various toys, trying to cum without touching his cock. Occasionally, he'll experiment with a kink you happen to enjoy, but never mentioned. All the while he asks if his 'little rabbit' is enjoying the show, panting with his chuckles. Watching him cum is a delight, as you get to see how breathless he becomes, how his hips jut as he works his cock to the point of overstimulation.

- at some point, he allows for you to make requests, and you're surprised at how willing he is to do anything you desire. It's a bit concerning, but it's difficult to worry about as he follows each request, looking at the camera as he teases you for asking such a thing of him.

- there's odd cum tributes that he'll upload, but you never understand exactly who they're for.

Keith

- Keith will never show his face on his account, terribly ashamed of what he's doing to begin with. He'll opt to wear a facemask with anything he does on the account, keeping his bangs messy often.

- his content varies at times, to the point of confusing his fans. Most of the time, there will be sparse uploads: videos where he is palming himself through his pants, getting off on the act of filming himself while apologizing. Its clear that this is a shy man, and those who view his content are confused as to why he's uploading. But most love the way his eyes water, how sometimes he'll pull his girthy cock out for them to see, coaxing himself through a rough orgasm.

- other times, those apologies are nowhere to be heard as Keith- still donned in a mask- shows his body with confidence. He'll look directly at the camera as he teases his thick cock, murmuring about how he wants to make them gag on his length, how he needs someones tight warmth milking him dry. In some videos, he'll treat a fleshlight as if its one of his subscribers- fingering it slowly and stretching it out, talking low and dirty to the camera about how much it's going to take for them to fit all of him inside, how he's going to have to train them to take his cock with ease.

Chev's, ironically, is inspired by someone I knew. They had an OF dedicated for doing the same thing, but no jacking off element. Meanwhile Silvio's funny blurb is due to @xbalayage getting temp marked as explicit due to trying to make her icon Silvio's tits, and thus caused this post to be born. The rest came about just through idle thinking. I'm aware that all of this is ooc, I'm not taking this as a serious piece and neither should you.

These were silly but fun, I hope yall enjoyed, even if it was just a chuckle!

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Finally getting to the marbit part of the marbit fic! And be warned that chapters are gonna start getting longer. My submission for day 3 of @outsidersweek, and thanks to @walmartbrandwhatever for being my beta reader. masterpost for this fic

April, 1967

Marcia

Trip was off at the concession stand getting snacks for Marcia, when two boys sat down on the bench behind her, cackling and talking as loud as possible. ‘Just ignore them!’ Marcia thought to herself as she gazed up at the huge screen of the drive-in. But Marcia wasn’t known for taking the smart route.

“Oh would you just shut up!! Some of us are trying to watch a movie, you know!” She snapped, looking back at the two greasers who seemed shocked at her outburst. 

“And how do you know we aren’t watching the movie?” One of the boys asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

The other one stood up, “I’m gonna go find Ace,” he said, seemingly too tired to deal with the feisty soc in front of him. The first boy simply grinned and waved him off. 

“Well sure,” Marcia responded once the other boy was gone, “this horror movie is known for its very comedic scenes” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“If you’re taking it seriously, then I’m not sure you’ve been watching it at all.”

Marcia looked back up at the screen, and had to choke back a laugh. “Do they really expect us to believe that that’s what it looks like for a huge blob to eat a person?”

“And you’re so educated about that subject?”

“I’ll have you know my older brother was tragically eaten by the huge blob that infested our house, and trust me it looked nothing like that”

“I suppose the socs do get bigger houses, but at least the east side isn’t infected with blobs.”

“Well, you win some, you lose some.”

The boy grinned, and Marcia felt something in her heart flutter. He moved over to sit next to her in one fluid motion.

“Say, you got a name?” he asked,

“Not one to spare, I’m afraid. You?”

“I got two names, you want one?”

“Why not?”

The boy held out two closed hands. “Pick one,” he offered.

Marcia pointed at his left hand, and the boy laughed.

“You sure?”

“Of course,”

The boy took a breath, then said, “Keith.”

Marcia laughed, “you’re kidding me! I really should have gone with the right hand.”

“I did warn you! You want my other name?”

“Yeah,” Marcia grinned, 

“Then tell me yours,” the boy challenged, a mischievous smile on his face that felt like it could light up Marcias whole world. She wished she could sit here with this boy for the rest of the night, but just as she was thinking that, she heard a loud voice behind her.

“Marcia, what the hell are you doing!!” 

Marcia jumped up from the bench to look at her boyfriend, “Trip-”

“I leave for five minutes and you immediately go talk to some dirty greaser?!”

“Trip stop-” she pleaded, but her boyfriend had already stormed off towards his car. Marcia turned back to the boy who had brightened her world for a moment.

“Marcia. Pretty name.” He said, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“I have to go after him…” Marcia paused, then said, “you have my name, now can I have yours?”

“Two-Bit.” he responded,

“Bye Two-Bit,” Marcia said, a sad smile on her face, before she turned away and ran after her boyfriend. She caught him just before he opened the door to his car. “Trip stop- Trip please! He was disrupting the movie so I tried to get him to stop, but then he came and sat next to me and he wouldn't stop talking. I didn’t invite him over or anything! Trip please don’t be mad!”

“You both looked pretty cozy to me…” 

“We weren’t! I promise.” Marcia put her hand on Trips face and turned his eyes towards her, before pressing her lips against his.

“I’ll kill that greaser if I ever see him again. I swear I will.” Trip said, but his eyes had started to soften.

“Trip you know how I feel when you get into fights! Just let it go, alright?” She pleaded, pressing her lips to his once again. She finally felt him melt against her, and he lifted her up to sit on the hood of his car, his arms wrapped around her. She gazed over his shoulder and locked eyes with Two-Bit. He looked resigned, almost sad, but accepting. He then turned away from her, seemingly without a second thought. Something about him tugged at Marcias heartstrings, but she just closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into Trips neck, wondering if she’d ever get that smile out of her head.

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ಇ night shift. steve harrington

-- summary: you get assigned to work with steve at the family video store and turns out king steve isnt as bad as you thought 

warnings smut, no p in v, blow job. 782 words

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IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT and you were working the night shift at family video, the movie rent store that you worked at. usually you had three co- workers, robin, keith, who was mostly in the back and steve harrington, the most self centered douche you've ever met.

And the worst part was that you had to work todays night shift with him. you couldn't stand steve, you hated his behaviour, the way he spoke, his dad jokes, but you couldn't deny it, he was hot, sometimes you wished he would drop the act and kiss you already, until you remember that steve was a real pain in the ass. normally robin was there to "protect" you from the "asshollery" but she had an family emergency and had to go home, the truth was that she was trying to set you and steve up, she knew the way you looked at him, and as much as you would tell her daily how you hated him, she knew that deep down, you didn't. She also would hear steve ramble about you all day and as much as he wouldn't say such good things about you, she also knew that he couldn't get you off his mind.

You were putting away some movies in the romance section while steve was counting out the change in the register. "hey Y/N could you help me here? i just wanna know if i did the math correctly." steve said raising his eyebrow, he looked, different, he didn't look like an asshole he looked almost, kind?, no, that cant be, steve the hair harrington would never be more than just an asshole. "sure" you said lifting yourself out of the ground and meeting steve at the counter. As you were revising his calculations you felt his eyes burning deep into your back, you felt nervous, you couldn't believe that you were actually feeling the tension between you, you were atraccted to him and you believed he felt the same, you could feel it.

"yep, its all correct" you said finding his gaze again. the air got thicker and you got hotter all of a sudden. "uh Y/N did you know that-" he said looking at me waiting to say something more, nervous to say something more. "fuck it" he said smashing his lips into yours, the kiss was heated, his hands started roaming over you body, he put his hands under you shirt sliding right off of you, he squeezed your covered tits over you bra. you started to unbuckle his jeans.

"you dont have to do this" he said "I want to" you said trying to enjoy this moment before having to put on the enemies act again. you grabbed the waistband of his boxers pulling it down in one swiftly motion. I expected him to be big, after all he was "steve the hair harrington" but he was bigger than i'd ever expected. "do you know how many times i've imagined this scenario?" harrington said "not as much as i did" i said, grabbing his cock in my mouth bobbing my head up and down it. "fuck Y/N how are you so good at this?" he said in between groans "i've had my practices" you said, chin dripping in your own spit "well forget those cus you're mine now- fuck" he said "we hate each other remember?" you said, reminding him of your friendship situation. "can't enemies have some fun?" he said releasing himself in your mouth followed by a loud groan. let mejust say a night shift with harrington turned out to be nothing like what i was expecting. 

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a/n: I took inspo for this from a Wattpad fanfic, enjoy!

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Just A Chapter || Keith Richards

You never actually wanted to divorce him. Hell, you tried to make it work for as long as you could. Talking to Keith used to be easy, you used to be able to understand him. He used to listen. While your family tells you you're too young to be divorced, you know in your heart you're too young to become a widow. Because, surely, his lifestyle will kill him eventually. A/N: she/her pronouns, femme reader. Angst, angst, angst. Pain. Pain. Pain. So much pain. Some smutty bits. Minors DNI.

It was fun at first. Honestly, you and Keith had a lot of good times together. The key difference between you two being that you could keep from having a good time all the time. You were always more mature than him, despite him being a few years older than you. That never seemed to matter in the grand scheme of things.

Keith liked to bring you flowers. He loved to kiss your cheek and push a bouquet of red roses wrapped in cellophane into your hand. He'd call you gorgeous, tell you how beautiful you looked even if you felt like hot shit. No matter how horrendous your new haircuts were, he called you his little trendsetter.

Walking the streets shopping and going about your business had been rough when the paparazzi started hounding you. Especially when Keith was with you. Yet, he taught you how to ignore them, and slowly but surely, you were able to tune out the whole world and only focus on him.

The proposal, in true Keef fashion, had been less than romantic. A night of tearing up a hotel room with the other Stones members and groupies ended with him on top of you in a mattress strewn onto the floor, under a blanket, going at it like wild animals, he'd climaxed holding himself so deep inside of you, you thought a cough might produce his semen in the back of your throat.

"... marry me?"

You had been stuck in your own post-orgasm haze and unsure of what he'd just asked. All you could do was nod at him. You would have married him the first night together if he had asked. All he would have had to do was say it exactly like he just did, and you would have been his wife two years sooner.

Unfortunately, things went progressively downhill after the wedding. There's a lot of fondness in your chest regarding your past and how your relationship started. All the good times, the parties, the candid photos. But when you got pregnant with your first son, Urijah, you decided to stop everything. Drinking, drugs, cigarettes, all of it.

You had a complicated labor with Urijah. Everything that could go wrong indeed went wrong and you thought, you hoped, it would be a wakeup call for Keith. That almost losing you in childbirth would make him go straight. And it did, for three whole months.

Sex became mechanic. It was still good, but you were fighting against the clock to climax before a black tar nod ended your entire night. It started to become embarrassing, making you feel boring or like you lost your sex appeal after bringing his son into the world.

That hurt the most.

Through some miracle, or some poorly timed non-heroin-nodding sex, you ended up pregnant again. When your son Barzillai was born, it was easier, quicker, and you didn't almost die. Yet with a three year old at home and now a newborn, your worries about your marriage only grew.

The worst night of your life was when both of your children caught the flu, and you went downtown to drag Keith out of whatever nod he was in to come home and be a damn father. Mick tried so hard to get you not to knock on that door, not to then open that door. So much so that he stood there feigning shock, trying to pretend he had no idea your husband was balls deep in a blonde you'd never seen before.

There was no words to describe the amount of pain you were in watching your husband get his cock bounced on by someone who wasn't you. It took a solid five seconds for him and his lover to notice you were standing there, and he looked much like a deer in headlights... once he recognized you. How badly you wanted to go postal, but instead, you turned around to kick Mick fucking Jagger right in the balls before you left. Keith chased you, but wasn't smart enough to get into a car and follow you home.

You didn't argue with him when he finally came home. He got on his knees and screamed apologies until he woke both of your children up, only pissing you off further. The distance between you two only grew from that moment, his affairs got more frequent, and he totally stopped trying to have sex with you.

Urijah's eighth birthday was the final straw. He'd shown up shitfaced and fell right into the cake. Snoring as he laid on the table. You swore it would be the last time he humiliated you.

The next day, you started divorce proceedings. The day after that, you moved out and took your sons to live one county over. In hopes that he wouldn't come to find you when he got served. And, somehow, he hadn't. It led you to believe he didn't care.

Today's the big day. Your sunglasses keep your eyes from the flashes of photographers invading your personal space as much as they can. Keith walks next to you, both of you carrying paperwork of various kinds. It's almost over. You don't have to worry about him anymore after just a few more moments of being his wife.

Yet, as you steal glances, you can't help but think he looks... good. That you wouldn't mind trying for a little girl sometime, that he always looked so good in that leather jacket.

Then you remember the blonde. You remember the numbers of groupies and pretty girls he ran through for the past six years or more. And your cunt dries up and you focus on getting into the courthouse.

When he holds the door for you, becoming the dividing line between you and the paparazzi, you almost tell him thank you. But you refuse to speak to him. You haven't said one word to him since you moved out, and you'd like to keep it that way.

But as you trot down the courthouse hallway, Keith grabs your arm and pulls you to face him.

Raking his fingers through his hair, he looks down at you, and you try not to look at him through your sunglasses. But his eyes... they always pulled you in. "Darling, do we have to do this?"

"We already started it," you reply, trying to ignore his grip on your arm. It feels so tender. Like for the first time in oh so very long, he cares for you.

"No, love, you started it."

"I started it?! You... you with your seedy prick and Jack Daniels bottles and needles started it!"

"... okay I suppose I did start it."

You pull away from him and turn to walk away, but he's hot on your trail, jumping in front of you. "Wait! Love, just wait a moment."

"What the hell do you want from me, Keef?! You already took everything! My youth, my love, my sanity!"

"Is... that really how I've gone and made you feel?"

"Yes! Oh sweet merciful God, Keef! I saw you with a whore, then you always came home smelling like whores, when you actually returned home! I've spent years cleaning you up and cleaning up after you so Urijah and Barzillai don't see you like that and all you've done is toss it back in my face! You've taken a massive dump on what we once had! I wanted to be the girl at the end of your story... but I'm just a chapter."

"I don't want you to just be a chapter."

"Too bad! I've mothered your children and that is as far as we'll go together!"

"... yet you're keeping my surname?"

"... I've found it fits me better than my maiden name."

Keith exhales, placing his hands on his hips. The look on his face says he knows you're right. No truer words have ever been spoken and he's to blame for everything. "When I do croak, just know I croaked still in love with you."

And just like that, he's walking back down the hallway. Much like you, he wants this over with as quickly as possible.

When it's all over and you two emerge from the courthouse once more, you're no longer married. Walking down the same steps you once walked down in a pink and white gown when you picked up your marriage certificate, you're no longer the wife of Keith Richards... and for some reason, it hurts more than you expected.

"Keef, wait," you speak to him as he walks ahead of you down the steps. He turns to look at you without saying anything, just giving a nod. "... do you think we did the right thing here?"

"... nope!" The smile he gives you is shit-eating. "Not at all!"

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FFXIVwrite2024 21. Shade

Characters: Keith Summers, G'raha Tia Expansion: Dawntrail Rating: E for Lewd Summary: G'raha asks Keith to try something new with him Notes: It's lewd.

Keith yawned as he relaxed, arms behind his head, lounging as he enjoyed the cool shadows cast by the trees above. It was another rare day where he got to relax, G’khenna out with Khloe checking out treasure maps and Kirian off with Krile visiting Gulool Ja in Solution 9. To get away, he and G’raha had found themselves on a secluded picnic in one of the parks around Solution 9, enjoying the strange ambiance of the electric city, though his husband had run off somewhere for a moment.

Just as he started to feel himself drifting off to sleep, he felt the bottom of his shoe get a gentle kick. “Hey. Keith. Wake up,” G’raha cooed.

Stretching, Keith sat up, finding his husband blushing and carrying a small black bag. He tilted his head confused, “Whatcha got there? More food?” 

G’raha shook his head. “I’ll show you in a minute. Follow me.”

Keith blinked then stood, following G’raha toward a large building and upstairs into one of the apartments. He whistled, looking around the place before turning as G’raha pushed the bag into his arms. “Ah. A present too? What did I do to deserve this?”

G’raha lowered his ears, fumbling with the end of his scarf for a moment as he blushed and looked away. “I want you to put that on. Only that…and then come over to the bedroom and…well. Pretend you’re a ruffian from the Arcadium and I’m your biggest fan,” he said before running off around the corner.

Keith stared into the distance a moment before looking down into the bag, finding only a mask inside. He chuckled lightly then set it down, taking a moment to strip as he was told before putting on the mask. Wandering into the room, he grinned under his mask, finding G’raha naked and sitting back on his knees looking up at him, length already sprung up between his legs.

“What do I have here? An adoring fan? Come for my autograph,” he asked, putting his foot on the edge of the bed as he leaned over. “Though by uh, the looks of you…you’re lookin’ for a little more to take back with you.”

G’raha nodded, leaning back to show just how excited he was to Keith as the other leaned over him. “I’m your biggest fan. You looked like you really fought hard out there. I thought I might come back and soothe any aches you might have. Take care of your…needs.”

Keith chuckled under the mask, finding the other’s bashfulness rather cute. Leaning back, he put his hand on the back of the other’s head then brought him into his groin, rubbing his hardening cock against the other’s face while dragging his balls slowly up his mouth. “Well, I wouldn’t mind getting cleaned up a little. Do you think you can serve your daring hero, Shade?”

G’raha’s ears perked a little as he was trapped against his husband’s length. He let out a pant, inhaling Keith’s strong scent before timidly starting to lick against his set, earning loud groans of pleasure through the mask. Closing his eyes, he pulled Keith’s cock down toward him and started to bob his head down it, tongue rolling along the underside as he lowered his hand to stroke himself. Pulling back, he lifted his leg and put his foot square on Keith’s chest. “Was that good enough Shade? Did I earn your trophy?”

Keith grit his teeth, trying not to laugh at how hammy they were being. “Not quiet,” he said, brushing the other’s foot aside before crawling over the other. He went to kiss him, but found the mask uncooperative. Huffing he rolled the other back then carefully guided him up by the base of his tail. His hand snaked down, grabbing G’raha’s cock before roughly stroking down it, letting him leak out all over his hand as he erupted into a flurry of moans. A chuckle escaped him, G’raha seeming a bit more excited than normal. Unable to help himself, he took hold of his own length and stroked it in time with his husband’s.

Once Keith’s palm was well slicked by G’raha’s length, he let go then shifted behind him, taking his wet fingers and pressing two inside before spreading them. G’raha let out a high pitched whine, tail wrapping around Keith’s wrist as he was roughly fingered by him. He rubbed his head into the bed, turning it briefly to peak up at his masked husband.

Keith caught the glance then gave G’raha’s ass a small little slap, letting his pale cheek turn red and getting a squeak out of him. Shifting behind the other, he withdrew his fingers then leaned inward, flexing his cock against his husband’s eager hole before angling it down to dip inside. “Let me show you my pile drive,” he teased before thrusting forward, hilting himself as G’raha writhed under him. 

Keith bent over, reaching around to grab G’raha’s cock again to stroke it as he rolled his hips, letting them roughly collide until the room was filled with the slaps of their union. “Oh gods! Shade!” G’raha cried out as he was buried from behind, meeting Keith’s thrusts with his own as he felt his sweet spot grazed. 

Grunting, Keith nuzzled into G’raha’s ear as he felt the other start to squeeze his cock inside. “I’m going to cum,” he moaned out, thrusting harder as he started to chase the feeling, clumsily working his hand down his husband’s cock.

“Do it,” G’raha begged, purring loudly before flattening his ears back and crying out as he started to let loose himself, spraying thick strands of seed across the blanket under him.

Keith nodded, thrusting harder as G’raha’s walls started to milk him. His balls tightening, he roared through his mask then began to unload inside his husband. He shuddered as it poured out of him, finding his climax rather intense. Slowly, he pulled out then rolled over onto his back, flinging the mask aside as G’raha came up to purr against his chest. “That was, uh, kind of new and exciting. If not just the tiniest bit corny.”

“Perrrhaps just a little,” G’raha mused, nuzzling into Keith’s neck before giving him a few kisses. “Thank you for indulging me though. Maybe next time I can teach you how to use rrrope.”

“Rope? I know how to use rope,” Keith said before thinking on it for a moment. “Oh…you mean…”

“Yes, Shade,” G’raha laughed.

Keith flushed. “Hey, I was on the spot!”

G’raha chuckled, pulling Keith down into an affectionate kiss before they both started to chuckle and cuddle up together.

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Hate me | Steve Harrington x Reader

((this is only my second smut, so be kind :))

You and Steve had been dating for a couple months, exploring each other and your likes and dislikes, both sexually and in general, getting used to each other and the dynamic you had agreed upon. You knew your place. You were his submissive and he was in charge. Always.

But, that was the way you liked it. It was a combination of all of the little things he did that really did it for you. For example, the way he sling his arm around your waist, his hand grazing your ass as the two of you walked. Or when you walked into a family video how his gaze would follow you as you walked towards him, and then he would proceed to hop the counter in a swift move. But, the thing you loved the most about Steve was how jealous he got. And just how he got quickly it happened.

You would make him jealous just for fun, so when you got home...

But one day you would push things too far, bringing out a side of Steve you had never seen before. You had flirted with Keith, of all people, while Steve had been in the back leaving his things in his locker for his next shift.

"It must be a tough job, handling all the whiny customers and their complaints all day, Keith, "you trailed off batting your doe-ish eyes at him. He smiled and chuckled nervously as you did.

Steve just happened to walk out in the middle of the fictitious scene, you truly had no interest in Keith but your plan was working out perfectly. You were sure to be absolutely disrespected, in the best way, once you were home. Just your intention.

Steve walked out with a confused look at first, until he cocked his head to the side realizing what you were doing, and he sighed deeply trying to keep his cool, before stalking towards you in haste and proceeding to grab you by the wrist with his free hand and drag you to the car.

"Unbelievable, you don't know when to keep your fucking mouth shut, do you? Absolutely unbelievable, Y/N, you had one fucking job. To wait at the counter quietly for me. And you couldn't even fucking do that could you?" He shouted loudly, deep down you enjoyed Steve when he was angry but this was different. You caught a glimpse of his brown eyes in the mirror but they seemed to have been glazed over black.

"Stevie, I was just-" you whined trying to sweetly smooth things over, before being cut off by Steve's hand. His signal for you to stop talking. You thought you better listen this time, and not push it any further. You folded your hands in your lap and sat quietly as the hum of the car increased, Steve's foot angrily pressed to the gas. Before you knew it you were back at his place, the small apartment he had bought after The Battle at Starcourt.

He halted the car in the driveway and ripped the keys from the ignition of his BMW 733i. He pressed his head to the wheel taking a few deep breaths, you were scared now. You knew what you did was wrong and you were going to pay for it, in ways you couldn't even imagine. This was a side of Steve not for the faint of heart.

He lifted his head from the wheel, and looked at you, your heart was racing,"go inside. In the bedroom. And wait. If i even feel like you moved, i'll spank you ten times. Got it?" he said in a deep dominating voice. You gulped a hard gulp, and could only manage a nodd of your head,"use your words." he commaneded.

"Yes, daddy."

So, you obediently did as he said you walked into the apartment with your things and waited for him on your shared bed, heart still pounding with fear of what would come next. Rubbing your hands nervously against the soft sheets to calm your nerves. It wasn't a scared sort of fear, it was an exhilarating, consuming, excited type of fear.

Steve entered the doorway with his belt in his hands, taking the leather from around his waist slowly, "Strip, princess, now".

You took your shirt from around your neck and slowly lifted it up, Steve walked over his hands dropping his belt to the floor as he dove into your jeans carefully undoing the loop of your jeans. Once your shirt was off he helped you out of your jeans slowly removing the fabric from the pool at your feet. God, was he hot but so silent. He stood brow furrowed and tight, breathing softly as his gaze grazed your body.

He stood up from his crouched position by your feet once you were standing solely in your bra and panties, lifting himself slowly. His hands moved to cradle your breast which fit just so perfectly in his large calloused hands. He moved to take the lace fabric within his fingertips, carefully pulling it down to reveal your nipples. He looked at you for a brief moment, before sitting you down on the bed. His move gravitated to your tits, the short amount of stubble along his chin graving your soft skin, his tongue swirling the sensitive nub.

"Oh, Stevie-" you were cut off. Steve took one of his hands to cover the moans escaping your mouth. His hand tightly gripped your face as he continued his assault on your left nipple. Occasionally his teeth would graze the soft flesh leading you to yelp, but loving every minute of it.

This version of Steve was gathering a pool between your legs, so much so, that you had to clench your legs together, but Steve noticed.

Gasping for air, Steve chuckled darkly, "Oh, so now you're trying to hide it..I already knew. Just goes to show how much of a slut you are for me. You didn't want Keith, you just wanted Daddy's attention, huh? You little whore.." he trailed continuing the same pattern on the opposite nipple. You shook your head furiously behind Steve's hand, denying every second of it knowing you messed up. He wasn't going to let you off easily.

He removed his hand from your mouth letting you catch your breath as he went to remove your bra completely, in one swift move, before turning his attention to your panties, "Steve I'm really sorry, I'm yours, you know that.." you trailed off but before you knew it he was positioning you on your back feet placed on his shoulders as he was crouched on the ground between your legs, pulling the soaked fabric to the side not bothering to take them off.

He starts to nip and lick at your sensitive clit, his fingers deep in your soaking hole. Your eyes are teary-eyed as his fingers pound your tight hole, in and out at a steady and fast pace. Secretly he loved how you got teary-eyed when it was too much, how you'd just mumble daddy over and over again under your breath as he tried to ignore it. For you were being punished, not rewarded. His fingers continued as his mouth moved to the flesh of your thigh leaving a honking deep bruised hickey on your pillowy thigh. You were a moaning mess not able to form a single sentence, lost in a trance.....

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Moontwistle Drabble Thingie II

“Hm, you’re really strong.” Keith said under his breath as John held him from behind, an arm firmly wrapped around his waist.

“Am I now?” John breathed against Keith’s neck, hugging him just a little tighter as he leaned against the wall. “Maybe I should show you just how strong I really am.”

“Oh God, John, please…” Keith could feel John’s large chest pressed against his back. The front zipper of his white coveralls pulled down just enough so John’s large hand could slide under it and his fingers could pinch and tease his nipple. Keith shuddered, pressing himself against John’s body with a groan as he held on the sleeve of his jacket with one hand.

“Shh… Not so loud, babe.” John muttered inside Keith’s ear, holding his trembling body against his. “I can’t do it if you're gonna be so noisy.”

“Shit, John, that’s your fault…” Keith gasped under John’s touches. “You and your dumb strong arms and hands…”

“Hm, then I better put these dumb arms and hands to good use then…” John grabbed a handful of Keith’s hair and pulled his head back. “Maybe by holding you against the wall and fucking you good?”

Keith could feel John’s bulge against the end of his back, his knees weak from the thought alone. He could hear faint chatter nearby, but the prospect of being held up and fucked by John was so rare and far between, he would take any chance he could get.

“John… Please, I’m begging you…” Keith gasped when John’s hand slid under his clothes and between his legs, taking a firm hold of his hardening cock.

“Or maybe I don’t have to fuck you at all.” John’s fingers worked at a nice, steady rhythm, and he heard Keith groan and whimper. “Just holding you close seems to be doing the trick.” He placed a hand over Keith’s mouth when his moaning began to rise above a whisper, eyes shifting to the direction of the noises just outside the tiny room they were in. Still, his focus remained on Keith, thick fingers slipping inside his mouth to keep him quiet.

Keith suckled on John's fingers the moment they slid inside, letting out muffled, almost desperate sounds around them. Every firm stroke from John's long fingers caused his knees to tremble and his cock to twitch, back pressed flush against John's chest. A muffled cry emerged from Keith's throat as John sunk his teeth on the curve of his neck, causing him to grind his body against John's. He could feel the erection pressed against the small of his back grow bigger and harder with every choked back and faint noise that came from his mouth.

"You… sure like it when my dumb strong hands are on you." John spoke against Keith's neck, breathing hot air against his sensitive skin. He squeezed Keith's dick just a little tighter, snickering before licking his neck until he reached his ear, the salty flavor of sweat hitting his taste buds. He nibbled on Keith's earlobe almost too gently, a clear contrast to the now fast pace of his stroking.

In between grunts and whimpers, Keith tugged at John's sleeves even more, trying to ground himself as he got lost in John's words and actions. He kept on suckling on John's fingers, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth all the way down to his chin. Keith could swear his knees were about to buckle with every harder stroke from John's skillful fingers.

"Damn, you're throbbing in my hand…" John breathed inside Keith's ear, and was delighted when his words were enough to drive Keith to thrust against his fist.

Keith groaned and bit down on John's fingers, who inhaled sharply in response to the brief yet stinging pain that followed. With his teeth sunk into calloused flesh, Keith felt his body get washed over by pleasure with every load that stained the inside of his white coveralls. His knees got weaker still, and for a moment he thought he would collapse to the ground from how much they shook under his weight.

John pulled his fingers from Keith's mouth as soon as his teeth let go of them, and watched him pant and gasp for air. He wrapped an arm around Keith's waist to keep him standing, his cock going limp in his hand.

"Fuck, John…" Keith stuttered out, whimpering when John let go of his dick. He could feel John's erection throb still against his backside, and moaned a little louder than intended when John pressed his hips firmer against his burning body.

"You're being noisy again." John growled, and pushed Keith down almost effortlessly to kneel on the dirty floor under them. He grabbed a handful of thick brown hair and jerked Keith's head to the side to press his flushed, sweaty face against his clothed crotch. His eyes sparked in anticipation as Keith's shaky fingers worked on the fly of his pants.

If Keith was going to be that vocal, there was no way John could fuck him. He felt that his fingers alone wouldn't be enough to keep his desperate noises in check.

Good thing there were other ways to keep him quiet.

[ofbluesandyellows]

Five: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Word count: 3,982

Previous chapter

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You had just entered Family Video. Monday wasn’t a busy day usually but it was summer so it meant that everyday two of the three musketeers were somewhat occupied, but this was not why you were swearing to the air.

It was Dustin Henderson waving at you from the desk, Steve grimaced when he saw your face, this plan was going to blow in your face, you were sure.

“This was Robin’s secret weapon?”

“Don’t scold me, told you it wasn’t my plan. And you were the one who agreed to it, so just roll with it babe.” Steve rolled his eyes and kept on checking the inventory.

“Stop being so dramatic, I’m here just to help with your little problem y/n. Trust me I know Eddie better than any of you. So don’t be assholes, I know how to proceed.”

“Then give me a plan Dustin.”

“I will, please let’s go to my office.” You followed the teen to the back office.

Last thing you heard was Steve say: “don’t touch anything Henderson, Keith will kill me.”

Dustin cared two fucks of course, he sat on the main chair, put a white sheet of paper on the desk and made a hand gesture for you to sit opposite him.

“Keith knows I use his office from time to time, but he likes to treat Steve like shit just for fun… anyway, let’s talk business.”

“Yeah whatever, is this gonna cost me? Because it wasn’t my idea in the first place.” You argued.

Dustin rested his back on the chair, looking at you as if this was an actual life or death matter, “I won’t charge you because you are friend of my friends but when we get to New York to visit you—which we will—you’ll have to take me to Forbidden Planet, not asking for you to pay for anything other than the commute and maybe a couple of comic books. Deal?”

You weren’t sure they would make it to New York but you hoped they did, these kids were cool and intimidating. With a cocked eyebrow you offered your hand, Dustin took it. “You got yourself a deal.”

“Great, now… Robin told me about you liking Eddie, which is pretty weird because it’s been what? a bit more than a week?”

“I’m regretting this already,” you banged your head on the desk.

“It’s fine, I’ve done stupid stuff too, like once I liked Max. See? Pretty stupid of me, but that’s another story.” clasping his hands together, he leaned on the desk, your eyes found his, “Eddie is one of my best friends, he is really cool and I know he doesn’t fall for girls that easily, yes he jokes about it but he has only been really in love twice, and one of those times he was left heartbroken,”

“Why are you telling me this?” furrowed eyebrow, Dustin only blinked, dead serious.

“Because I want you to tell me if what you think you feel for him is real and not just some ‘love is in the air-summer' kind of shit. He is not like any other guy I’ve met, he is sweet and he cares for others and he is funny and unique…”

“To me that sounds like you are in love with him.” But it made you smile, because yes Eddie was all that, no proof needed you just knew.

“Right, maybe I am. In a way, that’s why we are friends aren’t we?”

“I understand where you’re coming from Dustin, and I don’t know him that much to know everything about him but I’d like to, if you talk to Robin you’d know that I do not fall for any guy just because he has nice hair and sparkly eyes or because he plays guitar and is afraid to ask the girl he likes out because he thinks he is not enough.”

This caught Dustin off guard, his eyes widened, “hmm, so you kind of know him, I see.”

You shrugged, “I’m a good listener,”

“Fine, let me ask you a couple of questions,” you nodded, “what are your thoughts on D&D?”

“I don’t know… never played so it’s whatever.”

“Ok, I’ll accept that, what about metal? Do you like metal music?”

“Not my jam but I can listen to a couple of bands,” this felt like having a job interview but ten times worse, Dustin only checked boxes as his questions kept on coming.

“Final and most important question… would you let, me—Dustin Henderson—hang out with you and said boy from time to time? Yes, no and why?”

“Is that a joke?” he was serious, “oh, well I guess so, I don’t know Dustin why is that relevant? As far as I know—said boy—has zero clue I like him so, yes, no, do whatever you want. Is that enough for you?”

“Hmm… and she has an attitude.” Dustin nodded, scribbling something down, “We’re done here, I’ll see you on friday.”

He made another hand gesture to let you know you could leave, and you did, your expression must have been quite the picture, because Robin and Steve looked at one another, with guilty faces.

“Was it that bad?” she asked you.

“It was pure nonsense, I don’t even know how that is going to help.”

Steve passed you a bottle of water, “the kid is insane but he has good intentions, we can expect something great.”  

“I hope so or else you won’t see me again.” You were half joking but Robin seemed genuinely afraid.

Or maybe she was afraid of something else, “holy shit!” she smacked you on the chest, your boob hurt.

“Shit, Robin careful!”

Steve looked up from the pile of tapes he was placing in the kart. “That little shit did it!”

“What the hell are you guys talking—“ you turned on your heels, facing the entrance of the video store, “DUSTIN!!!!!”

As called, the teen came out of the office, grinning. “See you on Saturday y/n.”

He disappeared through the backdoor, that one couple in the store looked at you funny, “What do I do now?”

“Act normal” Steve said, he almost fell over the kart.

“Shut up dingus, look at you, what an embarrassment.” Robin grabbed you from the shoulders, “Show me your teeth,” you did, “ok all in order, hair is fine, tilt your head back,” you did. “Good, your nose is clean, ok er, Steve where is your chew-gum pack.”

“Beside the phone!”

Robin practically jumped off the desk and threw the package your way. You were panicking big time, when the door’s bell chimed you were almost choking on the minty gum.

“Hello Buckley, you look… startled.” Eddie leaned his arms on the desk. Robin replied something you didn’t hear.

Your feet felt so heavy you didn’t move from your spot in the middle of the store, not even when Eddie’s eyes found yours, not even when he grinned and his whole face lit up, not even when he approached and Steve’s hand pushed you towards the boy with long hair. You almost fell on your face. You recovered quickly, granting Eddie a light chuckle.

“Woah, you okay?”

Fuck no!

“Yeah, just a little distracted that’s all. What are you doing here?” From behind Eddie you saw Steve giving you a thumbs up, your hands were sweating so much you had to clean them on your jeans.

“Um, Henderson called me, he wanted a ride. I was at Gareth's, you know, practicing, and now here I am. But I don’t see him, that butthead is not even here isn’t he?” he looked around the store.

“No, I don’t know, haven't seen him.” You cleared your throat.

Robin was making weird hand movements but you didn’t understand, when you turned to face Eddie, he was looking at you with a little smirk forming on his lips.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Oh you know… hanging out with Robin.” You pushed back a bunch of hair that was tickling your neck.

“Really? This place is dead, aren’t you bored?” he crossed his arms, you noticed how he wasn’t wearing a jacket, and his arms showed his tattoos and the muscles of his biceps.

You gulped, “a little, yeah it’s just that there’s not much to do here.”

“Right, right.” He tapped his fingers on his arm, he watched Steve who was pretending to pile tapes and Robin was attending the couple that had grabbed two tapes, she gave the two of you furtive glances. “Wanna head out? We could drive around or something, this is making me want to strangle myself.”

“Sure, yeah that’d be cool. Let me go grab my… stuff.”

You hadn’t brought anything with you, just a couple of bucks already folded far down your jean pocket. Still you walked to the desk, Steve said hi to a girl that walked in and basically ran to you.

“I’m going with Eddie.” you whispered, pretending to look for your stuff.

“He asked you?” you nodded, “you work fast y/n.”

His arm got punched by you, he whined softly, “shut up,”

“What’s happening guys?” Robin got closer, “Where are you going?”

“She’s leaving us for Munson.” Steve snapped.

Robin’s eyes widened, “for real?”

“Yup, I’m just pretending to look for my stuff but I don’t have anything with me.”

“Take this.” Steve handed you a coupon for 2x1 at the new Scoops Ahoy place.

“Really?” you waved the paper on his face.

“What? I still get those when I take Dustin.”

“It’s fine, it could be useful actually, thanks Steve.”

“You're welcome, see it’s not hard to be nice to me.”

“Shh shh he is coming.” Robin said.

Eddie leaned on the desk in front of Steve, “what the hell are you guys hushing about?”

“Nothing,” the three of you said.

“Sure… ready to go?” his dark eyes shone, you nodded with a stupid smile spreading on your face.

“See you guys.” You waved at them, Robin almost jumping on her spot.

“Hey, Munson!”

Dammit Steve.

Eddie looked back at Steve. “Yes?”

“Careful, okay?” his index finger pointing your way.

“I’m always careful, man.” He gave your friend a fake smile and turned to see you. “Let’s get the hell away from here, shall we?”

His van was not smelling like weed, and he looked even better than what you had seen him the night of the party. Was this part of the whole crush thing? you hated it, it was causing palpitation in your chest and anxiety was building up each second.

“What’s his problem?” Eddie asked you as he drove. “Steve’s I mean.”

“Oh, um he is just being Steve, I think he is jealous you and Dustin are like… friends.”

He hummed, “yeah, I mean Dustin talks about him all the time so I should be the one being jealous, but as long as the kid has someone to talk to it’s all right.”

Eddie being the best big brother Dustin could ask for melted your heart.

“For a moment I thought he was jealous of us hanging out.”

“What? No, nooo… he is just jealous that he can’t leave the store, that’s all. But look, he gave me a coupon for Scoops Ahoy. Do you want some ice cream?” Why would he think that, was he implying something other than friendship between you and Steve, that’s not the impression he had of you right? Maybe you were starting to overthink everything.

It was until you glanced at him, the sun was hitting him right on the side of his face, when he looked back at you he seemed to move in slow motion, you saw his lashes and his eyes and his lips and he was smiling at you. You blinked.

“I’m always up for ice cream.”

The new Scoops Ahoy place had a line, kids, parents, couples and teens waiting. You and Eddie were last, but he happily accepted the wait, meanwhile he explained to you the basics of guitar playing, it wasn’t easy to understand when he was playing air guitar but it didn’t matter to you as long as he kept talking and looking at you for approval.

“You didn’t understand a thing of what I just said, right?”

“Listen, before you get all loud with me, I told you I’m shit at it and doing the fret stuff with the finger placement it was as if you were talking to me in Latin, so yeah I did not get any of it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine I’m gonna have to teach you with a real guitar.” Eddie nudged you slightly with his arm, his skin was warm and even during the second yours and his brushed, you felt the warmth creeping up your cheeks.

“It won’t work but if you say so.” you said half a shrugging. Casual, yeah you were playing it cool.

“Honey, you don’t know who you’re talking to. You’ll see, with one class you at least will learn a few open chords.”

“We’ll have to see.” You smirked but it wasn’t your average smirk it was the flirty one you didn’t know you had until you saw Eddie’s reaction.

“Oh, so is this a challenge?” he took a step closer to you, he caught up fast, his face got closer to you, eye to eye level arms still crossed, smug smile on.

Your breath hitched, praying he didn’t notice how your heart was racing against your ribs. “Maybe… that depends.”

Not knowing how you managed to speak without wavering you let a small puff of hair escape as Eddie cocked an eyebrow, “let’s make it interesting then, if I get you to play at least three open chords you have to come to all of my shows this summer, no excuse, but” he put his index finger in the air, “if I lose I’d listen to whatever mellow shit you like without complains.”

It didn’t sound that crazy at all, so you nodded, “okay, I like that.”

“Good because you are going to lose.” He straightened his posture, very self-assured looking at you.

“You’re going to be so disappointed when you see how trash I am at it.”

Eddie played with his hair now, you noticed he did that with Chrissy too, that was the first point you put in a special cloud of thought to gossip with your friends later.

“Come on now y/n you can’t beat yourself up like that, you got me now, at least give it a positive approach.”

“I’ve tried long enough to know better.”

“Okay, forget the bet, we are doing it just so I can see you eat your own words, you are going to play guitar.” You were about to argue but he pushed you with his hip, “don’t dare argue with me, let’s go, it’s our turn.”

Pff, you loved to argue, that was established but Eddie didn’t let you say another word, he let you go into the shop first, a guy greeted you with that horrible uniform, making your forget about the conversation you just had, but you smiled thinking how Steve had looked like with those clothes on, for a fact you knew Robin could pull it off, but Steve? You doubted it.

“Ahoy!” the guy said briskly. “What can I get you today?”

“What the hell are these names?” Eddie ignored the guy. “What happened to the simple terms ‘vanilla chocolate chip’ or ‘strawberry cream cone’” He snorted, trying to read the pretty absurd names, “the fuck is Lumberjack and Union Utopia?”

It was impossible to keep a straight face with him, “Just pick one, that old lady over there is making a face.”

“It’s our turn she can wait for hers… look at that one, Blue Moon , it looks radioactive.” The ice cream was a bright blue. It didn't look appealing. “Hey man, do you happen to have chocolate peanut butter?”

“Oh sure, it’s the Don’t Worry be Happy.”

“Christ! Yeah whatever, just put it in a cone, please.” Eddie made a face that had you crying tears of laughter. “And for the joyous lady…”

“Err, do you have something with vanilla?”

“Of course! We have the Unicorn Poop with cookie crumbles and a rainbow sparkle or the Squirrel Mess, that’s vanilla with hazelnut and cherry.”

You and Eddie snorted so loud the poor guy with the silly uniform almost dropped Eddie’s ice cream.

“Such a hard decision you have there, huh?” Eddie said wryly.

“Wow umm I suppose the Unicorn Poop sounds very delightful. One of those in a cup please.”

The guy looked at you both as if you had just insulted his mom. He handed Eddie his ice cream, followed by yours. Eddie waved the coupon in the air and the guy grunted loudly. The way out was followed by other harsh looks but you were having such a fun time you didn’t care, for once you didn’t care.

“Is your Unicorn’s Poop tasty?” Eddie laughed, “At least it looks pretty.”

“It’s actually really good, wanna try it?” Eddie grabbed a little amount of ice cream with your tiny spoon and tasted the rainbow looking mix, he hummed. “told you! Are you not worried, just happy with your ice cream?”

“Hah, good pun.” Both of you were walking back to the van, didn’t move, just stayed inside with open doors, a nice swirl of air coming in and out occasionally, “I am indeed not worried and very happy right now, thanks for your concern miss unicorn shit.”

You chuckled, and you saw him imitating you, his eyes on you and his cheeks going a little pink, maybe it was just the heat.

“I heard you’re staying only for the summer.” Eddie watched you, “Are you in college?”

“Yes, I’m getting a publishing degree. There aren’t many colleges that offer it which means I can get a job quite easily but I don’t know, it’s boring.”

“Is publishing as in magazines and shit?”

“Exactly, books mostly. I mean it’s fine, I’m learning a lot and I could even start my own little publishing house. I was wondering if Nancy would join, like create a magazine of some kind.”

Eddie beamed at you, as you tried to come up with a solution to your problem, the truth was that you had thought about dropping out from college but your parents had paid a lot for your education to waste it.

“That sounds cool, you two could have like a music magazine, if I may suggest it. Interview bands and you could do all that publishing shit and make it something like the Rolling Stone. That’d be so rad.”

“You think we could have a chance?”

“Hell yeah, I’d read it. Imagine all the female artists supporting you, it would change the industry. Not to brag but we could give you your first interview, Wheeler is cool and smart so I know it’s going to work. And that little boyfriend of hers, the Byers dude can take the photos.”

You grinned, picturing the whole thing, maybe that could work, first you needed to talk to them and find out if you could use that idea for your final project.

“If you’re not too busy with your future tours I guess we can start planning that interview, Munson.”

“Eddie , I thought we were close, just Eddie not Munson. Makes me feel like you don’t like me.”

Second point to note, his hair hid his flushed cheeks, you knew he was somewhat embarrassed because he had done that a few times.

“Sorry, Eddie . I was trying to sound professional.”

“Just do that when we get to the interview, not before.” He chuckled.

The sun was starting to set, you’ve gone around town like three times now, but you were chatting and listening music so pacifically the time felt like it had stopped, golden hour hit on your faces, you felt happy and at ease the feeling of trying to impress Eddie had dissipated and he was being very chatty and kind to you. He even reminded you about his show this Friday, the one show he had invited you.

“You’re definitely coming right?” he looked like a renascent painting with the orange hue surrounding his face and torso, if you only could capture that in a photo.

“Yeah, I said I would, but do you really want me there?” You gulped it was risky to try and find some pleading from him.

God why is he so damn cute.

“You're kidding right?” he knitted his eyebrows together, “you’re like the only cool friend I have here, beside Buckley and maybe Wheeler.”

“And Chrissy,” sometimes your mouth worked faster than your brain, of course you had to ruin the moment.

“Uh, yeah… but, well I’d love to see you there…” he said low, clearing his throat, “even Henderson said he’d come, so you have no other choice.”

The way your stomach had twisted was all the sign you needed to agree, you wouldn’t miss it.

“Are you going to sing something new?”

He threw you a funny look, “yeah why not, it’s a special day. I mean, I happen to have a pretty great voice.”

“Oh you do, right? Okay, then sing something right now.”

He snorted, “Ow you’re for real… hmm okay let me think of something.” Eddie tapped the steer-wheel until he started to laugh, “shit, can’t believe you are making me do this.”

You grinned when he sighed and started.

“We've got to get together, we've got to get together…” his dark eyes found yours as he tried not to lose the inspiration, “Oh yes we have, oh yes we have…”

That song you knew very well, it was form one of your favorite bands, so you sang with Eddie the chorus, his voice being the loudest one, he nodded so you kept on harmonizing with him,  

“Because jitterbug love is going all around. Jitterbug love is going all around now”

“Here it comes agaiiiinnn” Eddie exaggerated the last word making you laugh harder, and yes it was confirmed that he had the voice even after ice cream and no warm ups; raspy, deep and yeah, he had the looks and the talent.

Clapping and bowing at him you just said: “that was amazing.”

“Wait till you hear it with the band. I may as well do a rendition of 20th Century Boy just in your honor.”

“Wow you sure know how to make a girl feel special. I’ll be there in the front row then.” You were practically glowing, going all out for him. You only wished he didn’t notice.

“I wasn’t expecting less.”

As he drove around and he looked too good doing so you realized that maybe this was morphing into something a bit stronger than a crush and it was incredibly terrifying yet exciting and fun.

Eddie left you at your aunt’s place, he did the gentleman thing to open the door for you to get out, and the way you said goodbye was the awkward hand wave and the strong desire to hug him and do something more than that. It was obvious that the tension was there, because Eddie fidgeted a lot and never stayed put, and he always smiled and made everything to keep you laughing.

You ran to your room and before your aunt could ask you where you’ve been all day you just grabbed the phone from the hallway, locked yourself in your room you called Robin, and both of you spent the next two hours giggling and sighing. She had seen Vickie that afternoon too and she was also in cloud nine and also turning around on her bed, like only two stupid girls in love did.

Next chapter

[discordiansamba]

"So… where is Keith, by the way?" Hunk asked, shifting on his feet. "I thought we agreed to meet at midnight. It's five minutes past." "You and I both know he's terrible with time." Romelle said. "I'm sure he'll-" "I ain't that bad with time." Hunk was not ashamed to admit he'd jumped. Romelle clung to him, only letting go when she realized that the person who had seemingly manifested out of nowhere was just Keith. Placing a hand over his heart, Hunk steadied his breathing. The glowing eyes did not help. "Keith, buddy," Hunk began, "-we've seriously got to consider putting a bell on you. You cannot keep sneaking up on us." Keith blinked, cocking his head to one side. "Didn't mean to." "Well, I for one, wasn't surprised at all." Romelle blatantly lied. Hunk and Keith exchanged a look, the echo of a cheeky grin on Keith's face. Romelle glowered at them both, before clearing her throat.

next up... what's hidden next to you (shall soon be seen) oneshot! get ready for some Hunk, Romelle, and Keith friendship content.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Sorry Daddy (But I’m Not That Easy)

Keith/Lance (Voltron), Shiro & Lance (Voltron), Shiro & Keith (Voltron), Getting Together, Fluff & Humour, 3.5k Words

Summary: Lance is pulling out all the stops to seduce Keith. Shiro is beyond amused, and as always a whore for drama.

@sleepdeprivedflower and I did an art exchange, and she asked for some dorky klance shenanigans with a side of broganes!

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“Oh, wow, your hands are huge. I don’t know how I missed it, ha.”

Shiro whips his head up from where he was resting against the wall. No way. No way is someone on this good Christian castleship employing whore tactics of flirting.

“I mean, of course you had that growth spurt,” Lance continues. He’s giggling and everything, batting his eyelashes up at Keith from where he’s measuring their hands together, holy shit. “I guess I just never realised how big you really got. It’s not a bad thing, though, don’t worry. It’s cool.”

Shiro gapes at the two of them. Lance has one leg bent at the knee a little, and Shiro knows if the boy’s hair was longer he’d be twirling it around his finger. The kid’s fuckin’ blatant.

And it’s working, Lord God above. Keith is red. Like, flaming. His face is frozen, he almost looked constipated. One of his hands is still held captive by Lance, but the other is clenched so tightly around his bayard that his knuckles are completely white and bloodless.

Holy shit.

Look. Shiro will admit that he was a bit of a whore back in the day. Just a tad. He got around, one could say. And yeah, he flirted here and there. He was well versed in the art of batting his eyelashes and telling a man he was just sooo big and handsome, wow, just look at you –

Point is, he recognises what Lance is doing. Obviously. When the hardhead you’re attempting to seduce has failed to pick up on your incredibly obvious signals and has yet to make a move, you get a little desperate. A little showy, a little obvious. Shiro’s just shocked to see such bullshit happen right in front of his very eyes. And to his little brother, no less.

He scrambles to grab his phone, opening the notes app to write down some quick observations. This is a fucken’ investigation, now, okay? Detective-level shit. Here’s what he knows:

Keith and Lance have had the hots for each other for literally so long that it’s become annoying.

Lance has been passively flirting with Keith, shooting cheesy pickup lines and other stuff like that, for months.

It has gotten him nowhere.

Keith can be dense, and also has never had a boyfriend before.

Lance has clearly gotten frustrated enough that he’s done being subtle even a little bit.

Here’s the thing. When Adam’s dense ass continued to be oblivious to Shiro’s advances, back in the day, Shiro had gotten just as frustrated as Lance, pulling out all the stops. It had only taken the man a week to snap, and Shiro had gotten the fucking of his life and the man of his dreams. It was great. But Keith? Keith is at least three times more stubborn than Adam. Poor Lance has his work cut out for him, that’s for damn certain.

Shiro puts his phone away, notes gathered, and watches the disasters in question. He smirks, resisting the urge to rub his hands together like an actual supervillain. Hoo-boy. This is going to be excellent.

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Shiro’s just about to go to bed when there’s a sharp knock on his door. He sighs, looking at his bed mournfully. So close.

Maybe he can pretend he’s asleep?

The knock comes again, and Shiro rolls his eyes, schooling his expression into neutral before walking over to the door. Apparently not.

“Lance,” Shiro greets, “hey. Come in.” He opens the door and Lance does not hesitate to stride in. Shiro closes the door, leaning against it. He looks at Lance with quiet amusement. The Cuban is tense, muttering in Spanish and avoiding Shiro’s gaze.

Fuck yes. Drama time.

“Anything I can help you with?” he asks pleasantly, knowing full well he’s being a cock. He knows exactly why Lance is here, and he’s enjoying drawing this out. He thought he was only going to see Keith lose his shit, but it appears that he gets to witness both sides of team Sexual Frustration go batty. Excellent.

Lance gives him a deadpan look, seeing right past the placid tone. “You know why I’m here.”

“Doesn’t hurt to get some clarification,” Shiro says, barely holding back a smirk. Lance glares harder, but eventually sighs, evidently deciding he wants Shiro’s help more than he wants to preserve his dignity.

“I need some advice,” Lance admits reluctantly, “of the seduction kind.”

This time, Shiro doesn’t hold the smirk back. “I see. Would this have anything to do with our resident Galran hothead?”

“Mr. Dense & Oblivious? Yeah. Unfortunately.”

Shiro laughs, shaking his head. “I dunno what you need me for. You seemed to have everything handled pretty well in training today. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Keith go so red.”

Now it’s Lance’s turn to smirk. “Yeah, that was great.” His smirk drops, replaced by a look of annoyance. “But it didn’t work. I’ve done that before, and it worked immediately! Zero problems. And I laid it on thick. I don’t know why I can’t get through to him.”

Shiro shoots Lance and exasperated look. “C’mon, Lance. You know how Keith is.”

Lance’s expression turns all romantic and moon-eyed, Shiro notices gleefully. Oh, this is wonderful. This is so embarrassing for them. And Shiro gets to witness all of it.

“Yeah,” Lance sighs, “impulsive until it comes to people he cares about. Then he thinks and overthinks.”

Despite himself, Shiro smiles a little too. His brother is a huge softie — as much as he loves to run headfirst into trouble, as soon as others are involved, it’s like he suddenly grows the ability to think ahead. He’s very protective of his loved ones. It’s sweet.

“Exactly. So if you want him to crack, and, from his perspective, risk his friendship with you…”

Lance deflates. “I’m gonna have to try way harder.”

“And that’s the understatement of the century,” Shiro snorts. “It’ll take you a month of this, at least.”

And boy do those words appear to be the wrong thing to say. Lance rears back, eyebrow high and judgemental.

“Excuse you,” he says, hands on his hips. “I absolutely do not need a whole-ass month. I’ll be surprised if I need more than two weeks.”

Shiro laughs, opening his mouth to argue, but pauses. “Okay, as much fun as I was having being a bitch, I think I’ll draw the line at betting when you’ll successfully seduce my brother. That feels mean.”

Lance rolls his eyes for what has to be the fifth time in the twenty short minutes they’ve been having this conversation. Shiro considers making a ‘careful or your eyes will get stuck’ comment, but he’s currently being the Cool Older Brother™, and isn’t super interested in being demoted to grandpa, so he holds his tongue.

“C’mon, Shiro, hop off the high horse. It’s not like I’m setting Keith up to get his heart broken, or anything. I’m in love with the asshole. I’m just trying to get the ball rolling this way, because nothing else seems to be working.”

Shiro chokes on his own spit a little. “Sorry. I think I misheard. What was that?”

“Oh, don’t act all surprised,” Lance chides. “I think I’m pretty obvious about it.”

“I knew you liked him, but I didn’t know you were in love with him!” Shiro exclaims.

Lance shrugs, but he’s avoiding Shiro’s gaze. “He’s very charming.”

Shiro squints at him. “You are very casual about this,” he declares after a moment of judgemental staring. “Where’s the Lance who had a gay crisis and hid in his room for three days after panic-coming out to everyone in the middle of training?”

“...He had another crisis three days ago. I’ve made my peace with it now.”

Shiro grins, moving closer to ruffle Lance’s hair (much to his annoyance).

“I see. Well, in that case, I’ll take you up on that bet, Lance. There is no possible way you're gonna get my stubborn-ass brother to crack in less than a month.”

Lance grins, eyes devious and sharp. “Oh, you’re so on.”

—

Shiro has to hide a grin in his cup when Lance walks in to breakfast wearing Keith’s dorky cropped jacket, because his brother’s face is hilarious. There are a couple raised eyebrows from the rest of the team, as well, because last they checked the sleeves of Keith’s jacket were certainly not big enough to give Lance literal sweater paws.

“Where did you –” Keith’s voice cracks so many times that even Shiro, in all his amusement, starts to pity him (not Pidge. Pidge laughs and points at him.) “Uh. Where’d you get that jacket?” he finally forces out.

Lance smiles serenely, but Shiro isn’t fooled. He sees the mischief in his eyes.

Oooh, this kid is good.

“Oh, you know. I haven’t seen you wear it in a while, so I was trying to figure out why. I realised it’s too small for you, now, so I made some adjustments! It should fit you now.”

Keith blinks, and a besotted smile spreads on his face. Shiro meets Hunk’s deadpan look and they both roll their eyes in tandem.

“That’s really nice of you, Lance. Thanks.”

Lance smiles at Keith again, and makes his way to his seat. He grabs some space bacon and a bowl of goo, sitting in his usual spot right next to Keith. Shiro notices he subtly scooches his chair closer to Keith. Just the smallest amount, but still. Calculated.

“Can I, um.” Keith clears his throat. “Can I… have the jacket?”

Lance sighs, making his eyes all big and round and siccing them on poor Keith’s unprepared self. “Oh, I guess so,” he pouts. “Your clothes are just so comfortable. I was hoping to wear it for a bit longer, but if you need it back —”

“No!”

Everyone startles a little at Keith’s sudden yell, except for Shiro and Hunk who have been watching the exchange with interest.

“No, you can keep it,” Keith adds hastily. His face is a little blotchy. “It’s fine. Totally fine.”

Shiro nudges Hunk, who leans in. “Watch,” Shiro whispers, “Keith’s about to lose it.”

Lance grins at Keith, all sunny and bright, and leans in to peck Keith on the cheek.

The glass Keith was holding explodes into thousands of little shards, just as Keith turns scarlet.

“I’m gonna — gotta go clean — maybe I should — goodbye,” Keith stutters, and rushes out the door.

Lance huffs, scowling at his bowl of food goo.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters.

Shiro laughs at him.

—

To Lance’s credit, even Shiro’s surprised the next try doesn’t work.

They’re in the training room again, nearing the end of a simulation. Everyone’s a little tired and sweaty, as they’re rapidly approaching hour five of training and everyone’s kind of ready to wrap it up.

Lance makes the final shot, nailing a gladiator bot between the eyes and clearing the level. Shiro calls for a hydration break, sending everyone to the mini-fridge to grab a water pouch and chill out for a bit. Pidge and Hunk pair up, as per usual, idly discussing one of their projects but mostly just catching their breaths. Shiro makes his way over to Allura, handing her a water pouch. She accepts it gratefully, shooting him a smile as she does some stretches. Lance is a toss-up – he rarely sits with the same person twice in a row, preferring instead to spend time with different people every day or spend a couple minutes with everyone, like the social butterfly he is.

Today, though, he sits with Keith, as he has been doing for the past week or so. Allura inclines her head at the two, raising a questioning eyebrow at Shiro.

“Would you happen to know anything about that?”

Shiro shrugs, smirking. “I know enough to be sure that I will be treating whatever comes next as my own personal soap opera.”

“I see,” Allura snorts. “Alteans were not so complicated in their courting. I have never witnessed such foolishness before – I must admit, it truly is amusing.”

“Yeah, humans are messy,” Shiro agrees. “But these two are particularly disastrous. They’re just as stubborn as each other, so. Heaven forbid they communicate or something.”

“Mhm.”

The two watch on in comfortable silence, sipping their water and stretching lazily. It really is like a soap opera. Keith and Lance are talking quietly enough that neither Shiro or Allura can really hear, but both boys are so naturally expressive that it isn’t hard to infer the conversation. Lance is gesturing wildly, hands waving about, and Shiro’s lip-reading isn’t excellent but he’s pretty certain he sees Lance make several goofy sound effects. Keith is laughing and smiling and eating it right up, feeding into Lance’s energy.

After a few minutes the story must end, and both Keith and Lance settle into the same comfortable silence that Shiro and Allura are in, only with sexual tension.

After a few minutes, Shiro can physically see the switch turn in Lance’s face — he goes from excited and animated to devious in a nanosecond. Shiro scrambles to his feet, startling Allura.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have to get closer,” Shiro hisses.

“Why?” she asks incredulously.

“I know that look Lance is getting,” Shiro responds as they speed over to a spot where they can hear the boys better. “He’s about to make this soap opera 300% more interesting.”

Allura grins, and the two settle down again about ten or so feet behind the red and blue paladins.

“– so I guess I can’t call you Mullet anymore, huh?” Lance is saying. He’s much closer to Keith than he was before; kneeling right in front of him. Their faces can’t be more than eight inches apart.

“Guess not,” Keith says quietly. Breathlessly.

Lance hums, tilting his head. “I bet you still use 2-in-1 shampoo,” he teases, and Shiro knows exactly where this is going.

Some of the hesitance leaves Keith’s posture, and he leans forward a bit. They have this argument frequently. “It’s efficient!” he argues.

“It’s a travesty, is what it is. You’re gonna ruin your hair like that. I wonder –” Lance reaches forward, gently brushing his fingers through Keith’s fringe. Keith goes rigid, and Shiro can imagine his heartbeat thundering. “Oh, wow. It is soft, even without the conditioner.”

Keith makes an aborted, throaty noise, eyes closed and fists clenched. The poor bastard looks like he’s about to combust.

Shiro and Allura exchange smirks. Whipped.

Keith clears his throat, several times, and Lance pulls away with the tiniest smile on his face.

“Cute,” he murmurs, then sits back on his heels, re-establishing the space between them. He looks at Keith expectantly, and his thoughts could not be more clear: your turn, Keith.

There’s a moment of silence, and then Keith stands up, brushing off his pants. “We should get back to training,” he says, voice a little strangled. He holds out his hand for Lance to grab, and Lance sighs heavily before taking it and getting pulled to his feet.

Shiro and Allura look at each other, wide-eyed and incredulous.

“Yikes,” Shiro mutters.

“Yikes is correct,” Allura agrees.

—

On week three, Shiro is pretty sure he’s going to win that bet. Lance has pulled all the stops. He’s done the hand thing, the jacket thing, the oh-you’re-so-strong-I-bet-you-can-lift-me-up thing, on and on. Once Shiro even watched him climb right over Keith’s lap to get a remote. Keith had been flustered, but the attempt had been fruitless. Honestly, Shiro was starting to feel bad for him.

It wasn’t like Keith didn’t actually like Lance. He still came to Shiro’s room every night, like clockwork, to vent and moan and screech and swoon about the boy in blue and his pretty eyes and face and legs and everything about him is just so wonderful, Shiro, even when he’s pissing me off. And I swear he’s trying to kill me, Shiro, he must be, I swear I can’t even think around him sometimes –

Yeah. It’s as bad as it sounds. Sometimes Shiro just wants to shake him by the shoulders and drill it into his head that you need to go for it, your stubborn dork, Lance is so down bad for you it’s ridiculous, just please take that one step because for whatever reason Lance is just as stubborn as you are and refuses to make the step himself.

But, you know. He has a bet to win, so. Maybe he’ll knock some sense into Keith after the month is up.

The gist of the matter is that Shiro has watched Keith out-stubborn Lance for three weeks now. He genuinely believes that Lance is going to lose, and tonight’s scheme is no exception.

Lance has set the stage incredibly well. Everyone’s all cozied up for movie night, nestled in close with dozens of pillows and blankets strewn all about. Lance had quietly seated himself next to Keith, and it wasn’t even out of the ordinary, so no one bat an eye.

Well. Shiro did. But that’s because he is completely invested, at this point. He is going to see this thing through, dammit.

But anyway. Lance is wrapped up in at least 5 blankets (that boy is always cold. Seriously. Always. He claims it’s because the castle is constantly frigid and his ‘Cuban blood’ is not used to that kind of cold, but Coran told Shiro that Lance is just anaemic and has bad circulation. Go figure). He’s scooching closer to Keith by the second. Shiro resists the urge to turn down the volume of the movie they’re watching so he can hear the boys better, settling for simply straining his ears.

“Sorry,” Lance whispers, finally getting close enough to lean on Keith. “I’m just – wicked cold. And you’re basically a human furnace.”

Surprisingly, Keith doesn’t freeze up this time, or even get flustered. All he does is lift his arms so Lance can curl up under it, and smiles softly.

“Half-human furnace,” he teases, just as subdued.

Lance snorts, laying his head on Keith’s shoulder. “Half or not, you’re the hottest person here. In more ways than one.” He shoots Keith a wink, but Keith only rolls his eyes, smiling.

Hm. He seems much more comfortable with this quiet flirting, and it does not escape Lance’s notice.

Lance shoots Keith one more smile, and snuggles deeper into him, turning his attention to the movie.

Shiro smiles, soft this time instead of smug. Lance may not win their silly little bet, but he will be winning Keith’s heart. Of this, Shiro is certain.

—

The morning of the day before Lance’s month is up, he and Keith stroll into the kitchen holding hands. Both have hickeys straight-up littering their necks.

“No!” Shiro yells, barely restraining himself from slamming his hands on the table. “Fuck! Come on, Keith! You couldn’t hold out one more day? One?”

Lance winks at him, and Keith smirks, clearly having been let in on the whole ordeal.

“I honestly wanted to date Lance faster just to spite you,” he says. Shiro scowls at him.

“One fucking day,” he grumbles, but can’t bring himself to be too angry. He’s happy for the losers, after all.

“So what finally did it?” Allura, who knows all about the bet because Shiro can’t help himself, asks.

Lance shrugs. “Turns out honest communication goes a long way. I just told him I like him.”

Nothing could prepare Shiro for the volume of the scream Hunk lets out.

“Six! Fucking! Years!” he bellows, stalking towards his best friend.

Lance shrieks and hides behind Keith, who looks very amused.

“I have been fucking begging you to talk to Keith for six years! Over half a fucking decade! Half a fucking decade I have put up with the most down bad, horniest, mooniest commentary in the world!” His voice goes high and mocking, and he bats his eyelashes obnoxiously. “Oh, Hunk, he’s so pretty and mysterious. Oh, Hunk, he’s sooooo talented. Oh, Hunk, his smile is just breathtaking. Oh, Hunk, that growth spurt made him giant, god, his biceps are as big as yours. I want him to step on me. Six years of this! Six years of enduring this pain!”

Keith cranes his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at his (!!) boyfriend. “Seriously? Did you actually say all that?”

“Oh, don’t pretend you aren’t just as bad, Keith,” Pidge drawls. “I’ve heard more about Lance’s legs than any person should ever have to. Ever.”

That shuts Keith right up, making him go as red as his lion.

Hunk huffs. “You’re lucky I’m so happy for you, you fuckin’ punk, or I’d kill you.”

“I love you! Please don’t murder me!” Lance squeaks, still hiding behind Keith.

Hunk rolls his eyes, but walks over and pulls the couple into a bear hug so strong it lifts them both off the ground. Both reciprocate happily.

“I want in on the affection!” Coran calls, rushing over to join the hug. Pidge, Allura, and SHiro all look at each other and shrug, rushing forward to join them too.

Soon all seven of them are giggling, sharing in the joy of the couple.

Lost bet or not – Shiro’s happy for his friends. Even if it means Lance will be smug about this for eternity.

[scummy-writes]

We got thirsty for keith on discord so I hornily wrote about nice Keith and alter Keith. The context is that in my heart I know it's girthy. I know it's thick. I know Keith would have to coach you through taking it, but how would each version do it depending on who was your first time? (This is just rambling that I'm sharing)

For your first time with nice Keith...

Nice keith is stressed the first time you see his cock. He's aware of the size difference, and never really thought someone would accept him in such a way to where sex would be on the table.

And now he's watching the way your eyes widen, how you carefully hold it in your hand, feeling the weight of it.

He feels guilty and worried. Guilty that he wants to see you manage to take him in, but worried he'll somehow hurt you. So he preps with soft words against your brow as he fingers you, taking into account that his fingers are bigger than yours, trying to stretch your inner walls out through easier orgasms.

He feels guilty, watching your face twist when he presses the tip against your entrance, pushing the thick head in and stilling. Its apologies on his lips first, then full reminders that saying 'no' at any time is fine, but he ends up melting when you coax him to keep going, by wrapping your legs around his waist and looking up at him through pleading eyes.

He's gentle, inching in slowly and making up for any possible pain with kisses and soft encouragement, saying you're taking him so well, that it feels so good and he hopes it feels that way and more for you

For your first time with wicked Keith...

Wicked Keith isn't cruel, but his teasing smile does more to you than you'd like to admit.

When you see his cock for the first time, registering just how thick it is, he's enjoying the expressions flitting across your face: the worry, the blush going deep, knowing you want to take all of him inside you but you're unsure *how*.

When you hold it in your hand, he's smirking at your tentative grip, moving to grab your wrist so you don't pull away.

"Don't be shy now, touch all ya want."

He has more self control than nice Keith, but trailing your fingers over a vein does make him shudder.

He's easy on the prep like nice Keith, but he encourages you in his own way. Makes you look at him as he fingers you, won't let you avoid his gaze or kisses; he doesn't want your shame getting in the way of enjoying this.

When it's time to take him, he's smiling at how you writhe beneath him, obviously excited but needing this paced out.

Maybe he lets you guide his cock in, making you hold it at the base and gauge how far you're able to get it in on your own. He wants to see your desire, he wants you to show just how willing you are to take him.

And he's rubbing your hips with his thumbs, small circles, smirking at the little gasps and groans you let out.

"C'mon, you can do it. We're about halfway there." And "That's it, yer taking me well. Look at how your cunt is wrapped around me, look how far in I am."

He'd love the moan you'd stifle when he's finally completely inside, your shoulders relaxing as you adjust.

But he'd hook your knees over his shoulders, stealing kisses as he mutters, "don't get too relaxed now, we're just gettin' started."

👍 I am set to finish dramatic route today. Alter keith prob sounds weird in this but. Whatever. Also if cybird does not canonically made him girthy then I also dont care, I know this is true deep in my heart. Mans thick. I'll take him anyway though.

[lockedwriter]

Disclaimer: the beginning and the story idea isn't mine, I considerably modified it and added the few final paragraphs. You can find the original story on nifty.com. Also, pictures aren't mine.

FOOTBALL TEAM’S BITCH

It had been a filthy, bone-breaking practice, and our white practice pants were caked with mud, our jerseys soaked through by the cold, spitting rain. But I didn’t complain. Junior varsity freshmen don’t complain, not if they want a chance to ever play in a real game. I wasn’t a big guy, not by a long shot. I still looked like a teenager - but then again, I was. I was slight and had to look up to most of the other guys on the team, but I was fast and wiry and surprisingly hard to plant in the turf once I got my feet under me, so I had a thought that I might be a pretty good running back. I had been, back in high school, but I was quickly learning that college is a whole other story. As the smallest guy on the junior varsity team, I was just about invisible to the larger, first-string players. I kept it that way, figuring the best way to show myself was on the field, by taking the pain of practice and never complaining, and the coaches at least had started, I hoped, to see something in me. It was early in the year, the other students hadn’t even arrived on campus, and classes hadn’t started. That’s how early we began football practice.

I had just begun to lift the pads from my shoulders, trailing wet nylon over my face, when a loud hoot echoed off the locker-room walls. I didn’t think much of it. There was always a lot of noise in the lockers, howling and bragging and yelling. But this shout was a signal. I’m hard to plant, but only on the field and only if I know what’s coming. Plus, they didn’t even try to plant me. Hands - one pair still wearing a pair of sticky wide receiver gloves - grabbed at me, two pair on my arms, two on my legs, and they lifted me from the ground as easily as pulling a weed. I flailed, but I still had my pads half-off, half-on, and the clammy nylon practice jersey clung to my face. A storm of laughing voices drowned out my own cries. The quality of the sound changed, and they yanked my pads off, baring my chest with its wet, clinging under layer of tight Lycra.

They’d carried me into the storage closet, a room filled with various bits of gear, uniforms, pads, elastic bands and other workout gear. It was a room we mostly stayed out of, on coach’s orders. Jeering faces looked down at me, smeared with mud, a couple with helmets still on. Jarrett was a wide-bodied fullback who probably had a good eighty pounds on me. He had my legs, both of them, and while I tried to twist and kick at him with my muddy cleats, I got nowhere. He just grinned up at me, a shaved-headed ape with a vicious glint in his eye. Nate had one of my arms, the first-string quarterback, a blond stud who never had trouble getting his dick wet on the weekends - at least, judging from his locker room talk. And the Chad pinned my other arm, a tight end that could bench-press me. A grinning second-string running back, Keith, was digging at the laces of my pants. I gulped air, considered screaming. But Nate must have seen it in my eyes. He pinned my arm between his thighs and clamped a hand over my mouth. I tasted mud and rain and sweat on his skin. I tried to pull my hand free, pressed between the smooth, wet fabric of his practice pants, but I couldn’t get it out. His legs were too strong. They were all too strong. And I didn’t want them to get my pants off, because once they did, they'd see my dirty little secret. I flailed and blushed and twisted and got nowhere, and the running back yanked down my practice pants. Jarrett got my cleats off, one at a time, holding both ankles tight in one massive, meaty hand while he worked the laces with the other. Then they raked my pants off, and with them my wet football girdle, the lycra sliding smoothly down my hairless thighs and that was it… my little caged cock was now exposed to all of the football team. “wooow look, what the fuck is that!” said Jarrett, and the others mainly laughed and repeated the same sentence even louder. “I was sure he was a fag, look at his tiny little locked numb, how pathetic!”. They continued laughing for quite some time and I was completely red of shame. Keith flicked my locked cock. It was bobbing in the cool air. I flinched from his touch, but my cock didn’t shrivel. Their laughter was almost a solid thing, holding me down as firmly as the hands.

Duct tape ripped behind me, and they looped it around my wrists, then around my ankles, all the way up to my knees. I did have some hair on my calves, but I figured I wouldn’t once I got out of this tape. Nate leaned down, neatly sculpted blond eyebrows drawn together. “You a faggot?” he asked. I grunted negation into his palm. But he didn’t look convinced. “I think it’s pretty obvious now that you’re a faggot” he said. “Don’t know if we have any use for a faggot on the team. Huh, what do you think, guys?” They howled and barked, more animal than human. Someone looped more duct tape around me, binding my upper arms to my chest, my lower arms to my abs - I was helpless, completely mummified in it. I even felt more layer being added to my already mummified body. Soon all of my skin disappeared under layers and layers of thick duct tape, making me completely powerless and at the mercy of my team; there was absolutely nothing I could do except breathing.

I tried to struggle, but that just made my cock harder in my cage. Keith kept flicking my dick and balls. He was a sneering little punk with knuckle tattoos that said LOVE and HATE and a slicked-back high and tight that was almost a mohawk. No one really liked him; even the coaches didn’t care much for him. But he was a hell of a running back and one of the hottest guy on the team. They laid me down on a lifting bench, then flipped me. My drooling cock rubbed the torn plastic surface of the bench, and fingers rubbed and probed at my ass. “You can always tell if they’re fags” Keith said, “’Cause they’ll have loose, soggy assholes like a girl’s pussy.” “Don’t know what girls’ pussies you been playing with” Jarrett grumbled. “Just your mom’s” he said. A finger - I have no idea whose - brushed my hole, and a warm spasm flickered over me, uncomfortably close to orgasm. I didn’t know why this was turning me on, if that’s what was happening, or if this was just a reaction to fear. I struggled, but could barely move, and each wiggle or twist just rubbed my cock against the bench, bringing me closer to a humiliating caged orgasm. “Seems pretty tight to me” was the verdict, and the finger withdrew. They flipped me back over.

Someone had taken off their sweaty, very smelly, and dirty football sock, wadded it into a thick ball, and they shoved that into my mouth, well Keith violently shoved it into my mouth looking at me with the same little smirk “can’t have you making too much noise right faggot”. A thick strip of duct-tape went over that, and nearly five times around my head. “enjoy your little faggot meal” said Keith. Then the team decided to tape me to the bench to make me even more immobile and powerless. They started to put layers and layers of duct tape efficiently taping me to the bench and making me even more immobile than before. Even my taped mouth and head was strapped to the bench with more tape, then I saw Nate’s beautiful face again “that should keep you in place haha, in your faggot bitch place!”.

About half the team was either in the room or watching from the locker room, and almost all of them had their phones in hand, recording this, maybe putting it on the internet. But then Nate leaned over my face. “You got a little dirty during practice huh bitch” he said. “Time for your shower” He gathered a big wad of spit in his mouth, rumbled in his throat to augment it with snot, and launched it to splat right against the side of my nose. It trickled down my face slowly, tickling, but I couldn’t wipe it away. They followed the leader, then, each of them adding a gob of slimy spit to my face, until I had to hold my breath to keep from inhaling it up my nose and drowning in the team’s saliva. It seemed everyone on the team contributed a wad of spit to my face. Spattering me, jeering at me, laughing at me. I was no longer invisible to them, that was for sure. I thought it would never end, spit and insults and occasional slaps at my treacherously caged cock and taped face.

But then they left, and on the way out, Nate flicked off the light. “Sleep tight little faggot bitch and enjoy your homemade facemask!” he said. I figured that’d be the end, that it’d be over. I figured they’d leave me there for a while, until either I was rescued by the cleaning people or, more likely, Nate would come back and untape me and let me go and we’d all have a laugh about it. But it was barely the beginning. Because while they still shouted and howled and cranked the music in the locker room, they hadn’t forgotten me.

In fact, a few minutes later, the door opened and the lights came back on. Jarrett stood over me, still caked in mud. Didn’t these fuckers have classes to get to? I had bio of cells in a half an hour, and if I didn’t get out of this duct tape and shit I’d miss it. Jarrett smiled big, broad face and square jaw, like a politician seeking votes. “Hey, little bitch.” He’d taken off all his clothes except his football girdle, tight white fabric stretched over his broad thighs and ass, a substantial bulge in the front. They did nothing to hide the line of his penis against his soft, thick balls. His body was hard with muscle, but a soft layer of fat covered them, smoothed them out “like what you see huh?”. I grunted in the tape. Something like “let me go” but it came out all in vowels. The sock against my tongue and teeth was gritty and salty. Someone’s foot sweat. I didn’t even know whose.

Jarrett stood over me, turned around and started straddling my face “now you’re gonna love this as much as I do fag”. Then he lowered his fat, muscled and magnificent ass. Sweat had soaked through the spandex, making it translucent, and the dark line of his ass crack descended over my face, my nose and covered mouth. I tossed my head, but he rested some of his weight on me, trapping me with my nose in his crack. “Sniff it,” he said. “Come on bitch, do a buddy a favour and sniff my ass.” I couldn’t do anything but obey.

The tape and sock in my mouth prevented me from breathing other than through my nose, and now I smelled the dank, rich stink of his ass after a long and grueling practice. He wiggled, grinding himself against me. Then he put more weight on me. I tried to draw breath, couldn’t - only a thin thread of air slid between his clenching ass and my face. And that air was dank with sweat. I thrashed, helplessly, uselessly. I was going to suffocate here, I thought. He was going to kill me in the storage closet in the back of the football locker room. It’d be in the news. But just as my lungs burned and my breath began to slide into panic, he stood up. “You got spit all over my butt,” he said. Not my own, of course. The team’s. “Nasty.” I sucked sweet air through my nose, refilling my lungs. My heart thudded, but began to calm.

“you’re a pretty good ass sniffer, right little bitch” he said, turning around facing me again a casually slapping my duct taped face, “better ass sniffer than player should I say, glad I found you a way to be useful for us men right” he added before pinching my nose, effectively preventing me from breathing at all. He was still smiling, enjoying having me in this predicament. Then, when I thought I was about to pass out, he released my nostrils, and I was able to draw laborious breathing… but not for long… soon after, he turned around again and positioned his marvellous ass right above my face. “Ready for round two fag?” I tried shouting again, I really wanted out, but it was pointless as the sock was transforming everything into muffled cries. Then it happened again, and Jarrett lowered his big ass right onto my face. His positioned his crack right on my nose and put some weight on it, effectively forcing it closer to his asshole.

This time the smell was even stronger. It nearly made me wanna puke to think that I had my nose buried into Jarrett ass, nearly touching his dirty hole. My beautiful captor on the other hand seemed to enjoy what was going on and moaned. “nice and deep breath right bitch, must make you hard in your little faggot cage, enjoy the funkiness!”.

It must have been one hour now that Jarrett was forcing me to sniff his dirty ass. He even took off his boxer at one point, making things harder for me. Now I can tell that he must not wash it very often. He really was your stereotypical alpha jock from college. “Ho wait… I have a surprise… wait for it” he suddenly said. Being naïve I thought he was about to finally let me out of here when he started to get up and realising my nostrils from his butthole, but I was wrong. He put all his weight on me again and when I was about to suffocate, he got up only a bit and let out a massive fart right onto my face “theeere, enjoy my little gift bitch, you’re welcome haha!”. I was struggling like crazy trying to break free from the smell. I even tried screaming again but nothing. Jarrett was really enjoying it, laughing at my distress. No matter what I did, the smell wouldn’t go away and was filling my lungs. “Who would have known that a lifting bench offered a perfect height for face sitting right bitch” he then stood up and looked down at me “well, wasn’t expecting for you to like my gift that much slave, but don’t worry, I still have plenty of them for you!” he said, again turning around and sitting his sweaty ass right on my defenceless and duct taped face.