#jeiros

[idollete]

Boa noite dona idolette. Tava pensando aqui no enzo ou fernando em publico falando com a leitora e ela sem prestar atenção. Até que ele levanta o queixo e diz "mirame, nena. Isso é importante e eu preciso da sua atenção agora,princesa" com aquele zoiao marrom e o mesmo tom de comando da cama . A pobi da loba fica molhada boca seca e sem reação, calcinha molhada na hora 🥺 E o cafageste ainda fala "Só falando desse jeiro pra você me obedecer né cariño? Tão boa pra mim obediente assim" ......

é a cara deles fazer uma coisa dessas de propósito só pra ter a atenção que estão querendo naquele momento e ainda agem como se fossem inocentes quando você fica tontinha e sem saber o que falar 💭💭💭💭

[fischlzlism]

vautoleor ko cuncomo q eu deixo essa puta estragar meu dia desse jeiro

[sanniurii]

Banger

eu só faço bangers N tem jeiro

[simeonstans]

i think its time to debut my mc :) i have some information on her and shes probably my most personal oc cause of her name and all.

her name is adiva, i named her that after a friend that disappeared a couple years ago. she's mixed french and israeli, 21 years old and raised on a farm, she also speaks 3 languages and cant drive. her whole vibe was inspired by someone i admire and someone i miss. i'll drop a playlist for her in a bit but she's pretty calming and !! im just excited abt her !! also she was drawn by my friend !! lemme find his tumblr and tag him :)

CREDIT: @jeiros

[animalinvestigator]

🐰🐝🌸❄️

THANK U!!!!!!! 🐰- do you believe in soul mates? yes...in a sense. i dont buy “meant to be together forever uwuwuwu” but i dp believe that people who are meant to meet and paths that are meant to cross..................because i have experienced it before ^_^

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis 🌸 🔪 🦷 🩸 🎀 💊 🧸  does that make any sense is that anything.

🌸- what is your favorite flower? anything pink!! i love roses espescially pink ones...poppies...crysanthemum... and sunflowers,but mostly because i associate them with friends, and then, of course, buttercups........!!!!!!

❄️- what is your favorite season? SPRING IS MY FAVORITE! i love the mix of storms and niceness...it is also the end of a period of the year that is particularly unpleasant for me ^_^

THANK YUO SO MUCH SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I LITERLALY JUST STRAIGHTUP FORGOT THAT IW AS IN THE MIDDLE OF ANSSWERING THIS YOU ROCK!!!!!

[yukkuririri-blog]

My reaction to shippers reacting to Voltron ships becoming endgame

My reaction to the REAL ship becoming endgame

Vatlas ( Voltron x Atlas)

Can't believe no one includes Vatlas! The Disrespect!

What do you mean it's not a ship?!

[smartcookie727]

Year End Review

Creators

Time to be proud about some of the cool stuff you’ve done over the past 12 months. Choose a few favorite works you’ve created this past year - fics, art, edits, things, any media whatsoever! - and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve achieved.

Tag as many creative mates as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and share our awesome works.

My favorite six pieces from the last 12 months (in no particular order).

1. Stay - First time I wrote for an event that I hosted. This was so absurdly fluffy and I love the mood I captured here. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16226354

2. Adrenaline - So I ended up writing my perfect ending to Voltron without realizing it. First attempt at Sheith. I just really loved jumping into the world and exploring Shiro a bit.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16556678

3. Desperate Words - I don’t often venture into angst and this was so fun writing something that hurt. Also one of the the very few times I kept it under 1k.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15064754

4. Burn - This is about as self indulgent as it gets. I decided to write a belated bday gift to the one and only @theolddarkmachine cause she singlehandedly got me into Voltron and Sheith AND stole my heart with her Jeiro/Unrequited Jeith fic. So I decided to make a little addition to it. Fic just kinda flowed onto the page and I’m still not sure how I even did this but it was soooo cool. Teasing so hard it hurts--just the way he likes it. Poor James, I love him and thus he must suffer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16308230

5. Precious Time - I tried writing Jerza and found that I love writing them! This was a gift for my lovely @xambedo and I spent a long time working on it until it was just right. That balance of steam and feels was everything I wanted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15653808

6. Comfortable - Pretty much I wrote the smuttiest, raunchiest thing I could, and I’m still super happy that I just let loose and went there. It was also a collab with my dear @bluuesparrow and I had a blast working with her.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14009244

Tagged by the lovely: @amaisenshi and @ranunculusfox

Tagging: @xambedo, @whereisthefood123, @theolddarkmachine, @neofeliis, @spikerr ​, @bluuesparrow, @bianww, @andyycapped, @snowmadien ​

idk. this was fun. i wrote a bunch in 2018.

[geckcellent]

leave room for shiro !

((christian purity memes need a tag of their own tbh// handsome james transparents by @nightrobins!))

[pushclouds]

THE HAZE HAS ASCENDED

shiro/keith, keith/james, shiro/keith/james. explicit, 7.6k, modern-day au, established sheith, threesome, very mild d/s tones.

[pt.2 of all the pretty visitors, aka the luxurious life of shiro and keith]

Shiro, Keith, and a private jet. They also get acquainted with a flight attendant by the name of James Griffin.

Keith misses Shiro finally realizing what is transpiring in front of him. Steel eyes harden momentarily and then melt back to bright and open as Shiro manages to lounge back into the seat even deeper, eyes going half-lidded with a smirk.

“Oh, he’s always like this,” Keith turns to Shiro and his breath stops momentarily seeing the way Shiro’s gaze has darkened and locked on him. Once Shiro affirms Keith’s attention, he turns grey eyes to James.

The flight attendant’s smile slips at Shiro’s face.

“Well, I’ll be up front again. Let me know if you need me,” in a blink James’s face returns to customer-service friendly as he turns on his heels away from them.

Keith and Shiro are at far beyond the point in their relationship where they don’t need to exchange words to have a conversation. Keith raises the glass to his mouth and finishes off the whiskey, knowing Shiro watches his throat work as it swallows down the liquid burn. They might have been together for years but that doesn’t mean some sights have lost their beauty to them. Once he sets the glass back down, Keith unbuckles the seatbelt and raises himself out of the seat.

(on AO3)

[lasersheith]

I got a lot of shitty messages about Jakiro and I’m petty so have another 1k:

The room was big, but it filled quickly. It seemed to get an awful lot smaller when the Admiral walked in, Keith on his arm. James didn't know which one he was more jealous of.

But God, they looked good together. Shiro in his snappy dress uniform with the chest weighed down with commendations, the four silver stars glittering on each shoulder, and Keith, tall and proud by his side in the armor of the Black Paladin of Voltron. He sipped his second glass of champagne more slowly.

James hadn't been paying attention to the speech at all. It was a little ironic, getting a commendation for exemplary service and being one of the few people in the room not utterly captivated by the Admiral’s words. He knew what he'd done, what his team had done.

The first time the Galra showed up, Earth hadn't been ready at all. The next time, they weren't so lucky. Between Voltron, Atlas, and the upgraded MFEs, the alleged warlord that thought attacking the Resistance's stronghold was a good idea was obliterated in a matter of days. James and his team had struck the final blow to the flagship, saving the day and earning themselves some fancy medals.

James didn't care about the medal, not really. The man presenting it was who he really had his eye on. “...And so, it is my great honor to bestow the Distinguished Service Medal to these brave men and women, without whom most of us wouldn't be standing here today. Please rise.”

The entire room stood and looked up at the stage as the Admiral turned, heading towards James first. “Excellent work, Captain. You should be very proud of yourself and your team.” His soft, silvery eyes seemed to glimmer in the afternoon sun.

“Thank you, sir. It's my honor to serve.” James replied, keeping his voice quiet but steady as the Admiral pinned the service ribbon to his dress uniform.

The huge, floating hand made him nervous, but he took it when it was offered anyway. “I'm sure it is.” The Admiral said with a wink, handing the medal in its protective case over with his left hand.

James almost dropped it. Did he really just fucking wink at me? He stared straight ahead as Admiral Shirogane made his way down the line, pinning ribbons and handing medals to the rest of his team. The wink was burned into his mind and the rest of the ceremony went by in a blur.

The four of them turned and marched from the stage to a roar of applause as the Admiral made his closing remarks. James still hadn't caught his breath. A hand on his shoulder as he stared at the wall in the reception room made him jump.

“Jesus, Kinkade…” He grumbled, clutching at his chest.

James knew he was in trouble as soon as he saw Ryan's smirk. “Still? It's been years, man.”

His cheeks flushed. “Yeah, well. He's still… like that.” Shiro… Admiral Shirogane, now. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he'd been a dewy eyed cadet staring up at the gorgeous Lieutenant that convinced him to fall in love with the stars.

“You know he's with Keith.” Kinkade offered gently, trying to logic James out of his hopeless crush.

The worst part was, James knew Shiro and Keith would end up together after the first time he landed in the commander's office when Keith had punched him. He didn't know the brat's dad was dead and mom was MIA, he acted like a spoiled know-it-all, so that's what James had assumed.

It didn't matter. They were destined to be enemies, James thought sometimes in his more poetic and melodramatic moments. Competing against each other for the top spot in the Garrison and for Shiro's attention. One of those hadn't been a hard win, the other… he was still competing for hopelessly all these years later.

Keith had filled out, gotten himself a sexy face scar, and his poofy, ridiculous hair now seemed effortlessly gorgeous; of course Shiro would have noticed. James certainly had.

They had kissed once, when they were still round-faced, ill-tempered cadets. The Kerberos mission hadn't failed yet and Keith had been trying to stay on his best behavior so Shiro would be proud when he got back. It had been a stupid argument over sim time that devolved into a shouting match and James slammed against the wall expecting a punch but getting a tongue shoved halfway down his throat.

They never talked about it. They never talked again, actually. Not until James thought Keith was dead or captured by the Galra, not having seen him since he busted Iverson's face and walked out the door. But he showed up tall, dark, and mysterious and James was gone again right away.

“I know, Ryan. Just… leave it.” James finally murmured as the room started filling with brass and high level Coalition members.

Kinkade shrugged and grunted under his breath. It was his way of saying ok but I told you so. He made his way over to Rizavi by the refreshment table and shook hands with an alien standing there and James couldn't help the odd feeling of this is really my life now. He downed his glass of champagne and picked up another, hoping no one noticed.

The room was big, but it filled quickly. It seemed to get an awful lot smaller when the Admiral walked in, Keith on his arm. James didn't know which one he was more jealous of.

But God, they looked good together. Shiro in his snappy dress uniform with the chest weighed down with commendations, the four silver stars glittering on each shoulder, and Keith, tall and proud by his side in the armor of the Black Paladin of Voltron. He sipped his second glass of champagne more slowly.

They were impossible to ignore but James did his best. The dog-like alien talking his ear off about fleet formations helped. He was reaching for a third glass when Keith finally found him.

They still hadn't really talked, only over comms when the planet was at stake and that hadn't been the best time to say remember that time we made out or I'm still a little bit in love with your boyfriend or my best friend had to stop me from driving out into the desert to look for you for five years- the party wasn't either. But Keith gave him an easy smile and held out his hand, so James took it.

“Good flying. I'm impressed.” The compliment flowed from Keith's mouth like it was nothing.

It definitely wasn't nothing to James. “Can't let Voltron have all the fun.” He replied, letting go of Keith's hand and already ashamed of the way Keith’s voice curled into his gut and sat heavily.

Keith's smirk made it worse. It wasn't snide or competitive, it was amused and beautiful. “I was thinkin’ the same thing, actually.”

James's lungs froze in his chest as he followed Keith's gaze to other side of the room. Of course it landed on Shiro, standing there with Admiral Holt and his family, laughing and sipping at their glasses of champagne. “What…?”

He couldn't finish his sentence as Keith flipped a small card out of his sleeve and handed it over. James took it and stared at the numbers printed there in neat black ink. “Be at those coordinates at 0400.” The quiet command sent shivers down his spine. “Or don't. Up to you.”

James watched helplessly as Keith patted him once on the chest in a way that felt threatening, patronizing, and obscenely provocative all at once before striding across the room back to Shiro's side. He stared down at the card and didn't have a single doubt that he'd be there at 0355 even if the coordinates led him to the center of the sun.

[sanniurii]

acho a tml desse tumblr meio estranha mas melhor doq nada ❤️ eu te aceito desse jeiro

[theolddarkmachine]

Sheith prompt: We don’t have enough jealous Shiro and one-sided Jeith. I wanna see him go crazy when James gets too close to Keith and Keith actually ENJOYS his company.

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New Year’s Prompts: Jealousy + Jeiro

I hope y’all can see why I had to pair your prompts together, my sweet Jeith/Jeiro anons. I couldn’t manage to make this happen during NYE, but I think I got everything else! Consider this a sequel to You Can Look, because apparently I can only write Jeith/Jeiro type things if they’re in that ‘verse XD

Also on AO3

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Shiro isn’t jealous. He has no reason to be. Keith is his, wholly and completely, just as he’s Keith’s.

He swears he isn’t jealous, but there’s something frothing in the depths of his chest as he watches James’ head fall back with a boisterous laugh at something Keith had said, and, well, it feels a lot like it could be jealousy.

The duo had grown closer in the past few months, their history forgotten to the necessities of war, and in that time, they’d learned they actually got along quite well. James’ sense of honor paired well with Keith’s own sensibilities and loyalties, almost making them foils of the same principle.

And, if he was being an honest man, Shiro is happy for Keith.

He truly is.

The problem here isn’t the newfound friendship between the two, but the light touch James brushes across Keith’s bicep, and the imperceptible way that he leans into it.

The problem, is the quick glance, bright and sharp, that finds Shiro before Keith hides it behind a sip of water.

Sweat still slicks their skin, fresh from the sparring they’d just finished and Shiro’s face runs hot at the flush that paints across Keith’s cheeks, and the way way his pout forms around words in a near obscene recollection of their previous night.

He feels his growl, more than hears it, as it rumbles through his chest.

“You good, buddy?” Hunk’s voice is bright and concerned, making Shiro jump as he turns away from another one of James’ smiles that’s expertly aimed at Keith.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” Shiro asks, trying not to think too hard about the way his words come out far too clipped to pass as nonchalant.

If Hunk notices, he doesn’t say as he just shrugs, eyes pulling down to Shiro’s fist.

“Just wondering what your drink could have done to you to deserve that,” he offers, moving his gaze back up to his face from the travel mug. Another pealing sound of laughter cuts through the air of the otherwise quiet gym. It pulls Hunk’s chocolate stare past Shiro’s shoulder, and his face goes soft with knowing.

“Ah,” he says sagely as Shiro loosens his grip, silently admonishing the Altean arm for the grooves its worked into the metal.

“I’m fine,” Shiro repeats, sounding strangled as he looks up at Hunk in time to see the flash of his eyes rolling. Smile cracking with a low chuckle, he reaches out and drops a palm to Shiro’s shoulder.

“I’ll leave you to being fine, then,” Hunk says, flicking his look past him again before slightly shaking his head. His fingers press into the meat of his shoulder in what he imagines is supposed to be reassurance before Hunk turns over his own to leave.

“I’m fine,” Shiro growls again, seconds too late as he hears another laugh.

This time, it’s Keith’s.

His fingers twitch back into the dented mug as he turns his attention back to the duo.

He isn’t jealous. Shiro swears he isn’t.

But there is something roiling under his skin, and it pushes him towards the pair before he can further contemplate just how not jealous he is.

Neither seem to notice his quiet approach, a fact that only makes the thing in his chest roar louder as he drops his arm around Keith’s shoulders. Pressing into the touch, Keith looks up at him, small smile already sating the tempestuous emotion.

“Hey Shiro,” his voice brushes over his name. It’s soft, and quiet, and Shiro sees the flash of something in James’ eyes that mirrors the frothing pit at his core.

“What’s up?” Keith follows up, words colored with what sounds all too bright with concern as he flicks his gaze to his sparring partner for the slightest moment. The thing in his chest roars, beating itself against the cage of his ribs as he leans into Keith and runs his nose against his temple.

“I was just thinking about how good you look right now,” he soothes at his ear, voice dangerous as his breath stirs the waves of his hair. The smile he tucks against Keith’s skin is pointed.

“And how you’d look even better on your knees.”

A shudder rolls through Keith, and it tickles beneath Shiro’s arm as he pulls back to admire the deepening flush of his skin.

“I need to speak with you in my office,” Shiro says, directing his words to Keith as he looks to James. The MFE’s scowl is deep and stormy in a way that makes the thing in his chest purr.

“Head there now,” he continues, brow twitching up as he holds James’ stare.

“Admiral’s orders.”

A soft sound escapes Keith as he nods at the words.

“Yes, sir,” Keith hums, words warm and pleased as he pulls away.

“See you later, Griffin,” he says with a quick, two fingered salute to James before turning on his heel. Biting down on his smile, Shiro tries not to follow the slight sway in Keith’s step as he reaches the door.

The quiet buzzes between them, charged with electricity as they hear the door open and shut, leaving them well and truly alone.

Shiro basks in it for a moment, dragging his look over James before nodding curtly at him in dismissal.

Okay, maybe he’d been a little jealous, he thinks as he follows behind, tracing Keith’s path as triumph tickles in his veins.

It’s still quiet behind him, eerily so, as he feels the burn of a stare at his back. Pausing at the doorway, Shiro turns a look over his shoulder. Standing with his chin tilted high, James is still standing there, shoulders tight in almost defiance.

Almost.

“You too, cadet,” Shiro says, loading his voice with authority. Light sparks in James’ eyes as he continues around his growing smile, “admiral’s orders.”

Turning away once more, Shiro pushes his way through the door and into the hall, not bothering to confirm if James is following.

He knows he will.

After all, this was all just a part of the game that they play, and James deserved a treat for being such a good boy.

***

[tiredgaykeith]

Ridiculously soft and fluffy Shaith/Jeiro

So Shiro, James, and Keith are all dating but Keith notices that in general James and Shiro are more attached to Keith than they are to each other. That’s fine, but Keith wants them to be closer.

So Keith is going on a mission with Voltron and he asks both of them to spend more time together while he’s gone. Keith just knows that if given time, James and Shiro would fall for one another like he fell for them, he just wants to give them a little nudge. Keith gives Shiro a few ideas before leaving, too.

Keith leaves and James is a bit nervous because likes Shiro a lot but a part of him is still nervous to reach out and be with him when Keith’s not around. What if Shiro only really likes him when Keith’s there too? Shiro senses James own nervousness and assures him he likes James as well, and that Keith was right, they really should just spend more time together.

James is a bit old fashioned, maybe due to his very traditional upbringing or his own romantic nature, but ever since he started dating Keith and Shiro all James has really wanted was to was go on a real, formal date. He’s happy with his current relationship nonetheless, as they are all so busy how could they fit in a proper date anyways? But James just really wants to be wooed for a night, and when Shiro learns this he starts making plans ASAP.

Shiro suprises him one day when he cuts the MFE’s training session short for the evening and whispers to him privately to shower and get dressed in something nice and meet him at his place. James is nervous but also a bit excited, so he gets into his nice button down and his jeans that shape his butt nicely and heads to Shiro’s. When he gets there Shiro greets him with a soft kiss and pulls him into the small apartment, and James heart flutters a little when he sees Shiro’s small table set up with flowers, candles, and the good breadsticks from the cafeteria. Shiro admits he’s a terrible cook so he had Hunk make the dinner before James arrived, but James doesn’t care cause whoa this spaghetti is way better than what they serve in the mess hall.

They drink a full bottle of wine and James gets giggly and Shiro’s staring him down with heart eyes. They talk about their jobs and Keith and each other. They have a lot more in common than they thought. Music plays in the background, old jazz music, when a certain song turns on that has James eyes lighting up. He tells Shiro about how his parents, who he lost during the war, used to slow dance to this song in the evenings after they put him down for bed. Shiro stands and offers his hand.

Shiro’s a terrible cook but he loves dancing. They slow dance together, Shiro occasionallly twirling James or dipping him. They laugh, tipsy from the wine, until their eyes meet and they feel themselves falling in love with one another. That night Shiro takes James apart in the softest, most gentle manner possible and they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Fast forward one week and Keith comes back. He’s very pleasantly suprised to see James and Shiro so close. Giving each other chaste kisses when no one else is looking, Shiro whispering little jokes in his ear, James bumping their shoulders together until Shiro rests a hand on his back. Keith loves to watch his boys falling in love with one another just how he fell for them.

[smartcookie727]

Burn

What’s up, peeps? Testing the waters with some new fandom material as a bday gift for my wonderful friend, Vicci @supernovaecastaway. She singlehandedly got me to watch Voltron, and I fell absolutely in love with the story and all of the characters. Stretching the fingers here with some one-sided jeith. This is based off her fic, which drove the final nail in the coffin and tossed me head first into a new fandom. Imma say it up front and loud: this is NSFW as hell. We’re talking cracking into the Top 5 smuttiest fics I’ve written...and if you know me, you know that carries some weight. So, have some sheith-y/jeith-y OT3 smutty goodness. I had such a blast writing this. There will absolutely be more Voltron fics on the horizon. I hope yall enjoy. As always, leave me a comment, reblog, tag, whatever you want to interact so I know what yall like. Be sure to check out my writing blog @luminescent-words for all fics, WIPs, and everything literary!

Pairing: Jeiro, one-sided jeith, sheith

Prompt: birthday voltron fic! one-sided jeith angst/smut for the vicci

Length: 2.4k

The rule is simple: James can look, but he can’t touch. It’s his fourth time back in Keith and Shiro’s room, playing a dangerous game of of heated glances. But tonight, the stakes have been raised. One touch. The chance is an awful challenge. If he does this right, he’ll get something he’s always longed to have, if not, he doesn’t know if he’ll get an opportunity like this again.

Burn

God, what a beautiful moan. The sound of Keith’s voice hitching when he was close to bliss, spread thin between gasps, was a privilege to hear. And James knew it.

He also knew the sound was not his to claim. But that knowledge didn't stop it from drowning out every other thought on nights he fought to fall asleep in a cold bed. It was so strangely familiar to him now. James had every muscle memorized, every soft strand of hair that cascaded onto dark sheets, even the way Keith’s eyelids seemed to flutter before he would call out Shiro’s name and fall over the edge of his ecstasy. Sometimes, James couldn’t believe he was so lucky, so cursed, to know the things he did. It was easier when it had been just a fantasy, a pretty dream in his head. Knowing how good the truth could be battered his heart, because he knew it all belonged to another man.

It was James’ fourth time back to their room after his initial invitation, but tonight, he felt as nervous as he’d been when he’d stepped through that large gray door for the very first time.

One touch, Griffin. Make it count. Good work out there.

Shiro’s words echoed in his mind, and his thoughts raced back to the wink Keith had tossed him as the red tinged shirt of his uniform fell to the floor. Chills raced down his spine. He would wait for the right moment. All he wanted was a kiss. To feel lips and breath as Keith keened with pleasure into him. Anything more would be too much. James didn’t think he’d be able to tear himself from their room again if he allowed himself more than a press of lips. Order had to be maintained.

“Shiro,” came a shaky voice. Then Keith’s beautiful moan pierced the room.

No. It was too soon. He was missing his chance. James stayed his hand against his skin and tried to rise. How the hell had he been so distracted?

Another moan came in response. James’ eyes flicked up from Keith’s face just in time to watch Shiro crouch over that gorgeously toned back in his own release. He froze—heart falling straight to his stomach—and settled back into the plush seat.

Too slow, Cadet. His chance was gone.

James’ heart beat painfully in his chest. He fought to slow his breathing, but his body was tense with unfulfilled need. Everything began to go soft. James groaned. All he could do now was clean up. Looking around for a tissue, he caught a glance of the two of them pressed together in a lazy kiss. Something dark deep inside him told James he must actually like pain. It would always end the same, but that wouldn't stop him from enjoying the ride to inevitable heartbreak. He sighed, resting his head between his hands, crestfallen.

Footsteps padded around the room. James didn’t bother to pay attention, instead he let out an exasperated huff and began to adjust his disheveled clothes. Always one step behind Keith.

A strong tug on his bangs forced him to look up at the ceiling. Eyes like a thunderstorm met his own burning gaze.

“Ow,” James yelped, staring daggers into the man. Usually, he wasn’t so irritable at the end of a night like this, but he didn’t even have the energy to fake pleasantries now.  

“Waited too long, sir,” Shiro chided, leaning down close enough for James to see the beads of sweat that dripped down his temple. “So, what do we do now that you've missed your chance to touch?” He drew the word out slowly, an agonizing reminder of everything he’d almost had.

“We talked about it.” There was no mistaking the low gravel and stardust timbre of Keith’s voice. James instinctively twitched and tried to face him, but Shiro’s floating hand held him firmly in place.

“Shame you waited too long to finish, but we don’t want to leave you hanging.” A crooked smirk spread across Shiro’s face. James struggled briefly under his iron grip, earning himself another sharp tug and a craned neck. He quieted reluctantly. There was no will as powerful as that of the man above him—and James knew it. “Remind me what the normal rule is,” Shiro continued, the usual steel in his voice tinged with mirth.

“You can look, but you can’t touch,” James said through ground teeth.

Shiro’s free hand grasped James’ wrists and pinned them behind his chair. “So, as a consolation, this time you get to be touched, but you can’t look.”

His heart skipped a beat. He felt hands work his underwear back down to his ankles. Keith. James’ mind raced as nimble fingers drummed against the inside of his thigh. This couldn’t be real. It would break the only rule they’d set. The one thing he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do.

“Do you accept?” Keith asked gently. The question laid him bare. If James wanted to leave, this was his out.

“Yes.” The words left his lips before his brain could catch up. Even if it only ended in pain, it would be a wonderful way to burn.

Keith ran his hand from where it tapped playfully on James’ leg up to his chest, popping pesky buttons until his shirt hung loosely around his body. His hips bucked reflexively, and he strained to break free of Shiro’s hold. A soft chuckle filled the air, then the grip on his wrists tightened uncomfortably. Warm breath tickled his ear.

“I thought you liked rules,” Keith purred, flicking one of his nipples. His touch drew out a moan so dirty James couldn’t believe it came from his own voice. But he dared not move his head in response. He understood enough to know that Shiro would only crane his neck further back if he did—or worse, he’d stop the game entirely. James’ chest heaved as bare skin brushed his own.

“Any suggestions, Shiro?” Keith’s voice was dripping with anticipation.

“Have fun, baby. He’s been good.”  

A chill ran up James’ spine. What had he just agreed to?

Keith dragged a finger down to his belly button. James shuddered, biting back a whine, and squeezed his eyes shut. Better to remove the temptation to look than to stare into those unyielding eyes, watching his every move as Keith tore him to pieces.

Nails grazing against his stomach pulled James’ attention back to Keith. He pressed a kiss into his chest. It sent shivers racing across his skin. One hand ghosted over his cock while the other held his hip in place, teasing circles with his thumb.

“Do you want me, James?” Keith breathed. His body rolled in response, little moans escaping his lips. He was a whimpering puddle of need beneath Keith, begging to be touched.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he crooned, running his tongue from James’ jaw down to his collarbone. “Looks like you were having a bit of a problem before. Shall I fix it?” He palmed at James’ arousal, already growing hard under his touch. A high pitched whine answered for him, and that was all he needed to hear.

Keith traced his thumb up the vein in his cock, circling his head slowly. James slammed back into the chair. It was too much and not enough all at once, and it felt so good. His hips bucked up, yearning for more friction, but Keith held him firmly in place. A loud, hungry groan escaped his grasp when he finally took him in his hand and began to pump. James bit down on his cheek until it nearly bled to keep from screaming. Keith knew exactly what to do to with every inch of him. His lips made their way to James’ chest, nipping at the sensitive skin and rolling his hardened tip between his teeth. Moans poured out of him in waves as James took it all in, racing towards his climax.

There was a low chuckle, then the pace against his cock grew faster, harder. James felt his own wetness begin to spill onto Keith’s hand and coat his length. His neck lolled to the side, any inhibitions he’d had earlier gone. Shiro’s prosthetic was the only thing keeping his head up, but he didn’t care what the man thought of him right now. All James could think about was the way Keith was pressing his body against him, sliding his arousal up and down his leg. His toes curled so hard he thought they might cramp when Keith suddenly pulled away.  

“No,” he groaned, “go back. Please, go back.”

“Patience, James, we’re just getting started,” Keith crooned before tugging on his earlobe with his teeth.

“I want—” he sputtered, keening with every red hot touch.

“Good, James,” came a low rumble, “Tell Keith how good he is with his hands, how good it makes you feel.”

The words tumbled freely from his lips. “Oh, Keith, the way you—” His voice faltered as he shifted from pumping to drawing circles around the tip of his cock. “That you touch me—is the most—that I’ve ever—” James was trembling, so close to the edge. “You know just how—I’m so—” He gave up trying to speak. There wasn’t enough blood left in his head to form a word with more than one syllable.

Warm skin pressed into his lap; James nearly choked on his own breath. Keith had him pinned beneath strong hips. It was the exactly what he’d longed for in every heated daydream hidden beneath a cold shower. Except this was real and it was Keith. His hands skittered across James’ body, tweaking any sensitive spot he could find. He rocked their lengths together so hard that James could see stars.

There was a sharp pinch at his nipples and James bucked up so violently that Shiro had to pull his wrists back to keep him seated. Keith let his full weight press down onto him, pumping his cock with long, agonizing strokes. Sloppy kisses littered James’ chest, and a burning desire in his gut threatened to consume him. He felt teeth pull his lower lip down, shredding his last ounce of self control.

The lips pulled away as James began to ride out his release, spilling furiously into Keith’s lap. His moans filled the space between them all as he slowly came down from his high.

Keith stood. Cold danced across James’ skin at the sudden loss of contact and he whined, begging for more. He felt rough hands, Keith’s hands, plant themselves firmly on his shoulders. Opening his eyes just a crack, he caught a glimpse of onyx hair above him and lips pressed together in a fervid kiss.

“I might've gotten things a little dirty,” Keith sighed breathlessly, running his tongue along the bottom edge of his teeth.

Shiro’s words were like cool steel, and he dug his fingers further into James’ hair. “Then clean it up.”

“Yes, sir.”

Strong hands spread James’ knees as Keith kissed a line from his neck down to his navel.

“Yes, sir,” James breathed.

Keith chuckled deep in his chest. “Impatient aren’t you, Griffin. Didn’t the Garrison teach you anything about control?”

He didn’t have a chance to respond before Keith’s lips encapsulated him in warm, wet splendor.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head bobbing with every twist of Keith’s tongue. “Fuck.”

He was getting so very hard again. Keith painstakingly lapped up every trace of his release. Electricity coursed through his veins.

“Fuck.”

So this is what it felt like to play with fire and burn to ash.

“Fuck,” he wailed over and over, the word searing through his body like a wildfire.

“You look so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, baby,” Shiro crooned.

It was a helpless mixture of pleasure and pain to feel but not see. James knew just how beautiful Keith could look with his lips around a cock, and his body longed to know what he’d look like with his mouth filled with his. Keith gave James a hard squeeze in response, nearly sending him flying over the edge.

“Fuck,” he screamed between gasps.

Keith released him with a long swipe of his tongue and stood.

“Sounds like he’s ordering us to fuck, doesn’t it, Shiro?” he purred.

“I think so.”

Dazed from Keith’s touch, all James could do was mumble ‘fuck’ again and again as he slowly blinked his eyes into focus. Keith and Shiro were locked together above him in a tangle of lips and teeth. Shiro bared down on him, pressing Keith’s chest into James’ face. James didn’t care. He wanted to soak up every second of this bliss. Jumping at the opportunity, he nipped at any part of Keith’s skin he could for as long as he could.

They broke their embrace with a sigh and fumbled towards the bed. James tried to turn his head but the floating arm still held him in place. Only when he heard the telltale rustle of skin against sheets did Shiro let him go. He groaned at the soreness in his neck, lifting it slowly before settling his chin in his palm.

Had that really just happened? James looked up. Keith was leaning over Shiro, pressing his back into the bed with a powerful kiss. He watched the large prosthetic hand squeeze his ass. A neon sign that said ‘mine’ would’ve been more subtle.

“Have your fun, too?” Keith asked, dark eyes meet his own in a tantalizing stare, daring him to stay.

James nodded between heavy breaths. What was he even still doing here? He was a pawn in a dangerous game, and all he could win was heartbreak. Still, something deep inside him kept his feet rooted in place.

“You can go if that was a bit too much for you,” Keith mused, a hungry smile on his lips, “but I’m ready to really fuck, sir.”

James was sure of it now. He didn’t care how much the rational part of his brain screamed at him to leave; he’d do anything for another moment to bask in the burning star that was Keith.

“Bite him.”

Bite me.

“With pleasure.”

[bawkugo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), James Griffin/Keith (Voltron), James Griffin/Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), James Griffin (Voltron) Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Trans Male Character, Trans Keith (Voltron), trans James Griffin, Master/Pet, Dom/sub, Blood Kink, Fist Fights, Penis In Vagina Sex, Infidelity, Cheating, Unhealthy Relationships, Name-Calling, Derogatory Language, Casual Sex, Light Angst, Angst, Pining, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Public Sex, Smut, Biting Summary:

“This reminds me of something. Can’t you remember it? All those times before?”

Keith remembers, has remembered since he saw James melt the minute Shiro spoke to him in the meeting. He used to do this to Keith before, back then. He would get Keith all riled up about Shiro and then somehow, always, Keith would end up on his knees.

“It won’t end up like before.” Keith swears.

James smiles at him again and the fury inside Keith’s body turns white hot. “Are you sure about that?”

[mizulekitten]

MIZU! That three disaster gay thing? Imagine if LANCE overhears the madness & sort of gently corners James & cups his face in his hands & is all "Listen to me you precious cupcake, Keith's not making threats. He's attempting, in his very awkward way, to ask you on a date. I realize his expression is confusing but trust me I know Keith's murder look & that's not it." & James is all flustered realization. Later, after the disasters are 2gether, James pays Lance back by setting him up w/Kinkade

Since @arahir got the first ask, it seems only fitting to clue them in on this xD

James would be so confused on why Lance is suddenly coming up to him and touching him, and then realizing that… well shit, Lance is right? His already a disaster gay and now its ten times worse because he knooows.

But, yeah, when they finally get together (after the fourth try on Keith’s part) James def thanks Lance awkwardly and works on trying to see if he can help push anything along with Kinkade and Lance.