#keith summers

[yzeltia]

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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Old Demo for the brief existence as an audio drama

[driftward]

Dreamtime: Zoissette and Keith

((...Does Nyx Dream?))

Zoissette held up her shield, ducked behind it, as Keith came in hard, several swings, blocking even as she pointed to various spots in his form where he could do better.

Odd. She did not remember him being a regular at training. Or at all. In fact, had she gone to training herself these past several moons?

The training room was otherwise empty, except for an exuberant G'raha Tia on the sidelines, waving a fist in the air and cheering periodically. The seat next to him was empty, with just a cup of tea in it. Odd. She was fair certain he preferred juices or alcohol. She smiled wanly at him before turning her attention back to Keith.

A few more practice passes, and then he grappled her, grabbing her shield, and she was flying through the air, and her body did not slam so much as it whumpfed down, with great force but no hardness at all, into a plush lawn.

She sat up, smelling meats and veggies grilling, and looked over to see Keith standing over the grill, grinning broadly at her. A familiar dark staff twisted around a purple orb leaned against the house nearby, seemingly left by its owner.

Keith picked a sausage off the grill, and put it onto a plate, holding it out to her. On his side, G'raha wrapped his arms around him, and gave him a hug before leaning up to kiss his ear, and he laughed.

She heard laughter, and she turned to look to see G'khenna running around to circle around the two, and Keith picked her up.

She grimace grinned and took a half-step back.

"Not interested in a little miracle, Zoissette?" asked Keith conversationally as they hiked up the side of a mountain.

Zoissette was bewildered. "What is going on, we hardly know one another," she protested. She looked further up the trail, and saw G'raha, that big youthful smile on his face, as he waved an arm at them to encourage them forward.

"Yeah but you know G'raha! And he's a friend of yours. We should be friends too."

Keith was pumping out squats, and she was right next to him, matching him, keeping up with him. G'raha stood in front of Keith, facing him, giving him small encouraging gestures while he counted off Keith's reps, and Zoissette looked, and nobody was counting off hers for her. She groaned. She could keep track herself.

A pair of aether goggles were on the floor in front of her, sat on top of a starlens. She frowned at that, and stopped at the bottom of her next squat, reaching out a hand for them

And falling over, tumbling through the void. Keith swam next to her, G'raha clinging to his back, holding on. The goggles, the starlens, the staff, the tea cup, all fell around her, spinning in the dark.

And then she landed, all the stuff falling around her in a pile. Keith sat in a chair nearby, hugging G'raha in his lap. Both of them looked over at her, then turned to one another, and kissed, deeply, passionately, Keith holding G'raha close and G'raha practically clinging to the Hyur.

Zoissette got up, gathering all the things around her, and walking in the house, putting each back where it belonged.

"You can stay, you know! Maybe you should ask," said Keith cheerfully.

She had just about had it.

"I most certainly will not," she said heatedly. "I will help, I will do what must needs be done, and and I will stay the hells out of the way."

She stood, fists at her side, and looked between the two.

"I am very happy for both of you, however," she said stiffly, and she stormed out of the house, taking care to not slam the door behind her. That would be rude.

Keith was waiting for her outside, and he smiled at her.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked.

She glared at him.

"Come on! We're not that different. I mean, okay, I'm stronger-"

"Debatable."

"And you're way smarter-"

"Debatable."

"But look, we're happy!" he said, holding out his arm, and G'raha walked into him, and tucked neatly into his side. "You can be happy too," he said, smiling.

She glowered at him, as he and G'raha clasped their hands together, then held them out and opened them up at her, revealing a large black carnation nestled up next to a smaller black carnation. Two silver spheres rolled off the edge of their hands, and two silver chains connected to them unfurled as they fell, coming to a stop, hovering in the air.

You can too, echoed in her mind, and she stared.

She turned, and opened the door, and walked away.

(( thanks for the ask <3 )) (( As for your other question, there is one way to find out... ))

[soadscrawl]

i wasnt gonna post this but that first little doodle had ppl yodeling on instagram so...... camp staff au

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evening at the lake

[w1ck2drawz]

Girl, so confusing!

[paladinspride]

I was going to start getting ready for a new school year but than I saw this request on Twitter and felt inspired.

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Welcome to Wolgraha Week ❤️❤️❤️

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younger Keith doodle

[coolnonsenseworld]

(to know more about the story and the calendar on pre-order check out previous posts!)

August’s big thing is actually something they did many times already, but in the comfort of their own environment. This time, Allura booked their performance, one of her favorites, for a party - proud friend as she was, never shutting up about how many competitions they won her.

The standing ovation they get, seems accurate for the work they both put into getting there.

[fannyyann]

one of my favorite stories about keith and matthew's relationship :')

[yzeltia]

WOL/Raha Week Day 7 I Love You

Rating: T for Teen Characters: G'raha Tia, Keith Summers, Kirian Summers Notes: Happens before DT, just a few months after Keith and Raha adopt Kirian

“NO! I HATE YOU! You’re not my real dads! You’re just a dumb coeurl!”

G’raha recoiled as Kirian finished screaming at him before going into his room and slammed the door. He dropped the book of storytales he was carrying to read to the boy.  His ears drooped along with his tail as he slumped to the ground on his knees, tears beading in his eyes. Crueler things had been said before, but he could not recall where or when. In his shock, he’d barely noticed that Keith had come and knelt down to hug him from behind.

“You okay?” Keith asked, kissing softly into his husband’s ear.

“I am a bit shaken…like I might not easily recover though they were but mere words,” G’raha said, clinging lightly to Keith as he leaned back into him. “He is not like G’khenna was.”

Keith tilted his head, resting his cheek between his love’s ears. “Well, yeah. She’s so much like you and we’ve been with her since birth. All of the stuff that we messed up, we did ourselves. And when she was upset, she found other ways to hurt us…but she never meant it. We’ve only had Kirian for a few months and still don’t know much about what his life was like before we adopted him. We gotta make up for all that love he felt he’d lost, y’know. It only stings cause we do love him.”

G’raha nodded, trying to steel himself as he lingered in his husband’s embrace. “Yes. I shouldn’t let it get to me. Lyna, too, had her fits. Let me breathe and I shall endeavor to set things right.”

The two sat in silence, embraced on the floor. With a small exhale, G’raha picked up his book then moved to stand, helping Keith up with him. Stepping to Kirian’s door, he gave a gentle wrap on the door. “Kirian…I’m going to come in.”

“GO AWAY,” the boy yelled from inside.

Keith grimaced then pushed G’raha to the side to open the door. “There’s no need for yelling,” he said, dropping his voice a bit.

Kirian glowered from his bed, hugging onto a gryphon plush that was about as big as him. “You said this is my room! I don’t want you in here.”

Crossing his arms, Keith stood in the frame and raised his brow. “I’m not in your room, I’m in the frame,” he responded with a grin. “We’ll leave you be but we need to talk first. What you said really hurt our feelings. Especially your dad’s. You know it’s not okay to call a Miqo’te a coeurl, right?”

The boy continued to glower, narrowing his brow more at his dad’s joke. Turning, he hugged into his toy. “I don’t care. I don’t want to read his stupid book…,” he said before pulling his covers over his head. “I didn’t mean to call him a coeurl though…sorry.”

“You said you hate us because you didn’t want him to read you a storytale before bed? You love it when we do that,” Keith asked, voice softening as he opened the door a bit more so that G’raha could peek in now too.

“It’s okay Kirian. I’m not mad,” G’raha added calmly. “Though, why do you not want to read with me?”

Kirian stayed coiled in his blanket, not answering for a moment. “‘Cause you’ll make me try to read it myself.”

G’raha blinked. “Well of course. It’s no fun if I have to do all the voices myself,” he said, wandering forward to sit on the edge of his son’s bed, Keith following his lead.

“I can’t do it,” Kirian responded, muffled under his covers.

“Sure you can! You just gotta just make a silly tone in your voice,” Keith said, inflecting his voice higher for emphasis.

Kirain turned, peeking his head out from under his blankets, looking between them then away. “I can’t read,” the boy huffed. “I can’t do it…so go ahead and send me back so you can find someone else who can,” he whined before returning to his cocoon.

Keith and G’raha blinked at each other, having not realized the boy had not yet learned the skill. Crossing his arms, Keith thought for a moment. “But, your teacher says you know your letters and keep up with the class just fine…Still, Kirian. Even if you could never read a single word, we wouldn’t give you up. You’re our son no matter what,” he said before reaching out to rub the boy’s shoulder.

“Why would you think that? It is perfectly normal for a boy your age to still be learning to read,” G’raha pressed, opening up the storytale book to find something simple for them to practice.

“‘Cause G’k said she was reading lots of books by the time she was my age. She’s really really smart and so are you…I don’t fit in,” Kirian said, turning back over to look up at his dads.

“Keith? Smart?” G’raha asked, trying to stifle a laughter.

“Yeah! Pa answers all my questions cause he knows everything…and whatever he doesn’t you do,” he said. 

G’raha was unable to contain his laughter, earring a small glare from Keith, the latter turning to his son to pat his shoulder again. “Ah, yes. That might be the tiniest exaggeration on my part. Heck, when I was your age I struggled really hard with my letters cause…well, ‘cause,” he started before looking at G’raha then lowering down to whisper in his son’s ear. “I needed glasses. Don’t tell, it’s my biggest secret.”

Kirian nodded, brow raised before sitting up a little. “So you were doing worse than me?”

“Mhmm. And look at me now. I married the actual smartest guy in the world and have two very bright children that I would not trade for anything in the world.”

“Not even front court bomball tickets?”

“Not even those,” Keith assured the boy.

“Well, that seems to have cleared everything up,” G’raha sighed, relief washing over him as he smiled at Kirian. “I won’t make you, but I would like it if you'd try with me. Is that okay?”

Kirian nodded, sniffling a bit as he made room for G’raha to sit on the other side of him. The book put in his lap, he flipped it to the first page then hunkered down between his dads. “Ah…um…Upon an era long ago, there was a nice pi…pi…”

“Pirate,” G’raha helped.

“Pirate. Upon an era long ago, there was a pirate. He want-eed…wanted to find trees..treasure. The treasure was called the one pi..pie-...piece,” the boy read, sounding out the words before stopping.

“That was very good. Why did you stop?” G’raha asked, petting on Kiran’s shoulder.

“Um…I um…I love you. I’m sorry I yelled…you are my real dads,” he said quietly. 

Keith and G’raha looked at one another then smiled before hugging the boy tight between them, letting him squirm about, G’raha affectionately nuzzling over his head. “We love you too,” G’raha sighed happily.

“You’re messin’ up the hawk! You’re messin’ up the hawk! I take it back,” the boy fussed, trying to push them away as he started to laugh. Once they relented, he calmed down together they read until falling asleep together in the small bed.

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That lifeguard james griffin au. The lore is unraveling as we speak and its acc sooo cute

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stole another prompt from @thespacenico

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