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urhoneycombwitch · 17 days

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shelter thee to me

foreword: apparently I just love putting Steve in Situations™️ since this is the second back-to-back sick fic I’ve written for him. Hmm. Cheers to all u other hurt/comfort lovers this one’s 4 u <3 this piece was finished thanks to the inspo I got from Syl @thecreelhouse - she has a GREAT fic called Accident Prone that you totally should check out if you’re interested in this type of subject matter! ❤️‍🩹

cw: descriptions of a migraine, Steve is a bit of a depressed mess, there is comfort tho I promise, alcohol consumption, Steve actively does things to worsen his pain (but it does get addressed), gender neutral reader

wc: 4k

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It’s the first warm spring day of 1987, and the Munson Bar-B-Q Bash is in full-swing.

Wayne flips burgers and rotates hot dogs dutifully on the grill, cigarette perched at his lips wiggling as he talks to El. Her doey eyes are wide with rapturous attention, like she’s never seen someone cooking outdoors before (highly likely; the world holds so much newness and wonders yet-unseen for a kid who’s been recently liberated from her windowless underground existence).

A few of the other Party kids are playing a raucous and complicated game of multi-player checkers, Dustin and Lucas kneeling in the grass while Mike and Will oppose, pressed in close around the small board. Max (inexplicably and suddenly) declares her piece as “knighted”, the chorus of boyish complaints quickly silenced the moment her hand flexes around the handle of the black cane at her side (in every possible alternate universe, you hope Max Mayfield always has a cool weapon to defend herself with).

The adults of the group are in various forms of relax around Forest Hills park- Joyce stacks paper plates at a nearby picnic table while Hopper is close behind, muttering things that make her laugh, earning playful little swats from her free hand; Jon, Argyle, and Eddie gave the classic “taking a walk” excuse to Mrs. Byers about twenty minutes back, the heady smell of weed drifting from the sparse forest nearly imperceptible over the smell of cooking meat.

Robin’s at your feet, the length of your legs supporting her torso as your fingers work to tie off the neat braid you’ve just finished on the left side of her hair. She’s been letting it grow, since the shitshow of last year- tawny brown locks swing just past her upper shoulders now.

“And I really mean it, this time- Keith’s out to get me,” Robin is saying, wiggling despite your instruction to “Sit still, or your right braid’s gonna be all fucked up,” gripping the strands of her hair a bit tighter in warning. She complies, then huffs out- “Steve, are you even listening back there?”

Steve hums. He’s by your side on the bench, a spot that you’d snagged early on for the both of you- under the comforting shade of a big willow tree, slightly on the outskirts of all the activity. Heat and direct sunlight can sometimes mess with Steve’s vision, loud noise has the potential to fuck with his hearing- facts of life he hasn’t so much told you rather than the result of many quiet observations about your partner over the course of a year.

Steve doesn’t like to talk about it. He’s not interested in rehashing the past, tunes out Eddie’s dramatics whenever the curly-haired boy’s story-telling nature arises; the only thing Steve hates more than remembering is being remembered- by Joyce, tearfully thanking him for being brave and saving her boys; by Hopper, with a firm pat to the shoulder and a stilted speech of unsung heroics; even by Robin, who gets in on the recollections in defiance of Steve’s glare, her hands arcing through the air to recreate the whoosh of his wooden oar.

Alcohol also tends to affect Steve differently, in this post-fight world that you all now live- but he’s taking sips from a cooler-chilled can of beer, thick-framed glasses resolutely off and buried in that nest of hair. You’d given him a look, earlier, when he’d walked back to give Robin a soda, hands still wet from digging around in the ice- but if Steve noticed your worry he didn’t respond to it, instead pressing a freezing can of Coke to the bare skin of Robin’s leg, backing down with a laugh when she squealed and got one good smack in against his arm.

“I’m listening, Robs,” Steve says, leaning forward to rest elbows on knees, condensation dripping off the can of Coors Light between his hands. “Keith’s been on one lately. I’ll fight him for you, if y’want.”

Robin snorts. You fit another elastic around her second braid, just as she brings her fist up to bump against Steve’s. “We’ll tag team him. Out back by the dumpsters. Great place to hide a body.”

“Jesus, Robin,” Steve chides, over the sound of your giggle.

She pushes herself up from off the ground, smoothing hands over her fresh braids as she thanks you, then turns to walk towards the huddled group of teens, winking over her shoulder- “Gotta show the kiddies what a real Checker Champ looks like.”

There’s a din of excitement as Robin joins, cheering and clapping echoing across the lawn- beside you, Steve stiffens, just slightly.

You pretend not to notice, instead scooching over until your shorts-covered thigh is pressing against his leg. Steve makes a happy noise in the back of his throat, wraps the arm not impeded by a beer can around your shoulders, tucking his nose to the top of your head.

“Feeling okay?” You try to keep your tone light, neutral, plucking a stray thread from Steve’s jeans absentmindedly.

He nods into your hair, squeezing your opposite shoulder- “Yeah. How ‘bout you?”

Ignoring his immediate deflection in the form of a question, you spread your hand flat over his thigh, thumb running up the side seam of denim, a bit more earnest in your questioning- “It’s just- are you okay? You’d tell me if you wanted to go home, right? You know I’m always happy to make some excu-”

“I don’t want to go home. I’m fine.”

Steve rarely ever interrupts you, even more rare that he speaks to you with any sort of anger, which is why the sharpness of those short sentences is enough to have you pulling back to look at him, incredulous and a little wounded (though you do your best not to show it).

He seems to realize his mistake as soon the words are out of his mouth; Steve winces, palm still warm over your shoulder blade, comforting squeeze as he cuts in, quickly- “Honey. Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just- I’m good, okay? You don’t have to worry about me.”

Your eyes roam over his face: the deep-set apology in those amber eyes, the soft lock of hair flopping over his forehead, the twist at the corner of his mouth. You fit your thumb to it, and the shape changes, your heart lurching as he smiles against your touch. “Steve-”

“Steve!”

The moment you say his name softly there’s a louder, more piercing version being yelled from a few yards away, Dustin waving frantically amidst Robin’s triumphant cackles- “Steve! Stop making out and come help, Robin’s whipping our asses!”

Steve blinks, and you can pinpoint the exact second he gives in, shuttering those walls back up with a straightened spine. One tender kiss to your palm, then he rises, leaving the beer in his empty seat- “Duty calls.”

After a robust round of Crazy Checkers surrounded by shrieking children, Steve’s energy is waning, you can tell- there’s this certain way he holds himself, little indicators of pain and discomfort that you’ve learned to pick up on; his finger taps mindlessly on the rim of his plastic water cup, the space between his neck and shoulders is one tight line, and his silence has been absorbed by the miasma of noise all around.

No one else seems to have noticed, too absorbed in eating and joking with mouthfuls of food, everyone crammed around two shoved-together picnic tables.

Robin jostles into your side reaching for the ketchup, which in turn makes you bump into Steve on your right; when you hear the sharp intake of his breath, you lean in, careful to keep up appearances, making it seem like you’re whispering a sweet nothing, hand cupped around his ear to dampen all the other sounds.

“Will you let me take you home?”

Should’ve known that wasn’t gonna work. Steve squeezes your leg under the table, his hand wracked with tiny tremors, smile tight and not reaching his eyes as he turns to whisper back, “Quit asking. Stop worrying. I’m fine.”

So goddamn stubborn. Well, so be it, Harrington. You scoff, as if he’s just told a joke timed to the beat of overlapping conversations, and peel yourself off of his side.

Cool air seeps up your bare arm where it had been kept warm in the crook of Steve’s own arm. It feels strange, to not have some sort of constant contact- but if Steve is playing the obstinate game, count you in.

Twenty minutes later, lunch and its accompanying mess has been cleared away, many hands making light work, and Eddie has brought out his stereo system to try and goad the anti-dancers of the group to join a makeshift dance floor.

Jonathan’s playing at being too post-meal sleepy to move off the bench, while Will and Eddie tussle and pull at him, and everyone’s laughing but you can’t focus on anything other than Steve- silent and stiff at your side, doing the bare minimum of human interaction to fly under the radar of suspicion.

Your radar, however, is finely tuned, and you know he’s minutes away from needing to be horizontal; it’s physically painful to keep your hands to yourself as they long to soothe, hugging arms-crossed around your own middle to keep from reaching for him.

Jonathan joins the dance circle with shambling reluctance, and when everyone cheers, Steve’s voice is at your ear, faint and sounding like a shadow of himself- “Gonna use the bathroom. Save me a piece of pie.” And with a final squeeze to your shoulder, he starts back down the path to the Munson’s new trailer.

Two minutes is a rather generous amount of time, in your opinion, to stay seated- until Robin splits from the jumping, dancing fray, light sheen of sweat on her forehead as she bends towards your seated form- “If you wanna go check on Dingus, I’ll make up a good excuse for you both.”

Overwhelmed with gratefulness and anxiety, you pull Robin into a quick hug, then make a smooth break for the winding gravel path.

The noises of the party fade as you walk through the door of the trailer, wiping your feet on the Welcome mat but keeping them on in case you need to make a quick exit with a sick partner in tow.

“Steve?” You keep your calling quiet, rounding the corner of the sun-warmed trailer walls towards the sliding bathroom door, then pull up short- Steve’s sitting against the closed door, on the outside of it, shoes planted on the rug, hands in fists at his side.

His head is tipped forward, resting on bent knees; his glasses are tucked by one arm into the neck of his collared tee, bellows of his breath coming shallow and quick.

Sinking to your knees beside him, you press a hand to the back of his neck, firm pressure against the taut muscle, attempting to bring some relief; Steve makes a choked, whimpery noise, and it almost breaks you.

A wave of helplessness washes through your veins; in defiance of the feeling, you suck in a steadying breath, grasping at adrenaline-fueled resolve as you run through the mental checklist of warning signs.

Thanks to Doc Owens (and the one-and-only appointment you forced Steve into last year, when you found him passed out on your kitchen floor from overheating in the summer sun), you know what to look for, and it gives purpose to your movements.

Steve’s breathing is rapid but not emergency-levels; he’s sweating, but not entirely through his shirt, yet; you get him to lift his head with murmured encouragement- thick lashes rimmed with tears, flushed cheeks reflecting heat back into your palms, and you find what you’re looking for- the black of his pupils equally dilated, twin moons almost eclipsing the almond-brown of his irises.

Last time Steve got a migraine, it lasted for hours, a whole sweltering afternoon of him pale and in pain on your couch, arm draped over his eyes while you kept a rotating supply of fresh ice packs to his temples and top of his spine.

The worst part of all, besides seeing Steve in pain, is the fact that he so resolutely denies himself the help that he would give others, in a heartbeat. Years of putting himself on a back burner, of making sure his nearest and dearest are taken care of before he even thinks about his own needs, have stuck firm.

Steve doesn’t have any heels left to dig in, now, as you feel the slide-grind of his teeth beneath your hands; you let your thumbs brush down his cheeks, a small movement to say I’m here, I’m not leaving you, and his eyes flutter shut.

“Gonna take you home,” you say, soft as your hands that drop to the broad width of his shoulders, “And this time I’m not asking.”

“Okay,” Steve manages, voice thin and strained, and you hate how much that single word is soaked in defeat.

Moving slow, you manage to get Steve on his feet- he leans heavy against you, waving off your offer to get Robin or Eddie to help with a simple and devastatingly earnest “Please, don’t, just want you-”; at a snail’s pace down the hall, in tandem down the front steps, Steve’s eyes slamming shut to block out the waning light of the sunset as you guide him to the Beemer, thankfully out of sight from the party.

You get him settled in the passenger seat, pocketing his glasses and sliding the seatbelt into place across his chest with a click; while you don’t want to make Steve feel any more childlike than he already probably feels, you can’t stop from pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling away, adding in a voice that you hope is quiet enough-

“If you’re gonna throw up, do it in the glovebox, okay? This is my boyfriend’s car, and I can’t have him knowing I’m taking strays home. Especially since you’re so handsome.”

Steve smiles weakly at your joke- his eyes are still closed but he catches your hand wrapped around the seatbelt, brings your knuckles up to his lips- “Sure thing, honey.”

There are footsteps crunching up the gravel, and you straighten in the tight space of the partially open car door to find Robin approaching.

She stops a few feet away, hands planted on her hips with a shake of her head. “Jesus, Harrington, you look like shit.”

Steve, eyes still closed and leaning back on the headrest, says to you in an obvious, scratchy stage-whisper- “Maybe if we stay reaaaal still, she won’t know we’re here.”

“If you didn’t look ready to keel over at any moment, I’d punch you for that,” Robin snipes, rocking heel to toe in her converse, locking eyes with you- “Need a good excuse?”

Relief washes out any remaining traces of helplessness. You breathe a sigh. “Yes. Please and thank you, Robs.”

“I got you covered. Emergency at the office, sink sprung a leak, a goldfish death in the family- got ‘em locked and loaded.” She shoots you two exuberant thumbs up, then sobers a bit, expression dropping. “Just. Take care of him, okay?”

You shut the car door with the least amount of noise you can manage, bumping your hip into the handle so the inner latch catches, then squeeze Robin’s hand on your way to the driver’s seat. “I will, Robin. I’ll call your landline later, let you know if he’s up for visitors.”

With a final salute, the ends of Robin’s hair fan out as she jogs back to the party, outdoor sounds disappearing as you duck into the car.

The ride home is mostly silent as you listen for Steve’s breathing, taking each stop sign and turn in the road with measured slowness. Brake, check for signs of life, and creep onwards.

You’re less than three blocks from Loch Nora when Steve leans into the sling of his belt, one hand flat against the dash, the other to his stomach, and you’re quick to swallow down panic, asking in what you hope is a calm voice, “Are you gonna throw up?”

“No,” Steve says, chin dropping to his chest, huffing- then, quietly, “Maybe.”

You’ve already pulled off the main road, throwing the gear shift into park before unbuckling and scrambling around in the seat pocket behind you, plastic grocery bag you’d stashed months ago for occasions such as this crinkling in your fist.

Steve’s fingers on the dash curl into a fist. There’s a spike of alarm you claw at, capture, and shove back, unable to quell the rush of murmured comfort as you lean across the middle console- “Here, baby. ‘S okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe…”

Steve doesn’t take the bag that you press into his left hand, still in a fist at his abdomen; his eyes are squeezed shut under slanted dark brows, and tears begin leaking out, coursing in rivulets down cheeks gone pallid. His voice is barely more than a croak when he speaks.

“I just want to be normal.”

And then, Steve’s crying in earnest: short breathy sobs and strung-out whimpers, like the only thing that hurts more than the act of crying itself would be to hold it all in.

The plastic bag gets shoved to the side as you pull Steve in, hands soothing down the shuddering planes of his back, your voice soothing and breaking in equal measure- “I know, baby, I know, I’m so sorry…”

Hot tears drip down your neck as his forehead rolls against your shoulder. Steve’s hands ball into fists, fabric of your shirt caught in his desperate grounding attempt, fighting through the wreck to speak broken secrets against your bare skin-

“Jus’ wanna be normal. Just want to drink a fucking beer without getting a goddamn headache afterwards. I wanted to stay at the party, wanted to…”

Breath catching, a fresh jolt of pain, and Steve’s whimpering like a child against your chest, unspooling a release that’s been building for over a year- Steve never affords himself time for a breakdown, and it’s all coming to a head now.

“It’s not fair,” Steve grits out. He’s doing his best to ride the wave but it’s threatening to pull him under; you can tell by the sinking weight of his head at your collarbone, the way his hands loosen and go lax at your sides, sobs giving way to gritting teeth and steel-tight jaw as Steve battles back the slicing pain in his head.

You know this is a purging, of sorts, and you’re grateful that your boy feels safe enough around you to let go and feel, but you also know that him getting worked up is just going to prolong an already-bad migraine.

So you let your hands drift up again, take his face between your palms, let his forehead rest against yours, speaking low, stripped raw with honesty.

“You’re right, honey. It’s not fair.” Your thumbs smooth gentle against his cheeks, under the dark lashes that flutter into your touch. “I’m so sorry that you have to go through this, and you’re allowed to be upset- but right now, I need you to just breathe, okay, Stevie? Can you do that for me?”

It gives Steve something to focus on, instead of spiraling out- he’s obedient, clutching at your shirt again, eyes shut in concentration, trying to match his too-fast breathing to your steadied tempo. Your fingers wind into the longer pieces of hair at the base of his skull, notching against the pressure points Doc Owens instructed you on ages ago.

Steve shivers. Lets out a dry, choking laugh that sounds nothing like him. “Couldn’t even last one full afternoon.”

He sounds so disappointed in himself. It makes your heart ache, tears stinging at your own eyes as you respond, still gentle despite your first instinct to bite back against his self-loathing. “Steve, give yourself some credit. You’re doing remarkably well, considering the circumstances.”

Steve scoffs, makes to lean back and away but your hands stop him in his tracks, nose to nose with you now as you insist, “When you had to drive Max home because her leg was hurting during Will’s birthday party, you didn’t judge her, right? Didn’t question why she needed a ride home?”

With this proximity, you can see the light dusting of freckles spanning the width of his cheeks, color returning slow but sure. He doesn’t try to pull away again so you keep speaking. “And all those times you’ve taken care of me during a nightmare, or had to come home early ‘cuz I just couldn’t stand an empty room. Remember?

“You were there for me. Always have been, just like I’m gonna be here for you. Better or worse, Harrington. You’re stuck with me.”

There’s a puff of warm air against your lips, a half-laugh but you’ll take it, pulling him in by the elbows, nuzzling against the side of Steve’s tear-lined face for a close hug as you whisper, “I’m really glad you’re alive.”

Your nose follows the slope of his neck down, brushes at the rippled line of scarring, tissue healed but still lightly raised in a ring at the base of his throat.

“Really glad,” you whisper, fiercely.

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Steve lets you take him home. Even lets you baby him, a bit; though you make a solid effort to not infantilize him, there lives in you a deep desire to swaddle Steve in a blanket and keep him there. Safe from all the swirling noise and light and too-bright colors of the harsh world.

You compromise. Get Steve stretched out on the couch, take his shoes off with a calculated swoop-tug, lay his favorite green knitted blanket over the length of his body.

There’s a pill bottle on the kitchen counter that you pocket, leaving his glasses folded in its place. Blue ice pack burning-cold until you wrap a thin dishcloth around it to take out the sting, you bring it to Steve’s side along with a glass of water.

He takes the pills you offer with a wince- sitting up causes the blood to pound at his temples so you help him back down, sliding the ice pack into place at the top of his spine where the pain is blooming.

From your place on the floor, you monitor Steve, one hand stroking soft at his chest to lull his breaths to normal. After a few minutes, his brows smooth out; a few more, and he’s taking careful blinks in the low-lit room.

“C’mere,” he says, voice still scratchy, doe-brown eyes pleading, catching your hand on the upstroke and giving a small tug. When you start to protest, he whines, sounding more and more like himself by the minute- “Come here, baby. Please.”

Another compromise. Keeping the jostling to a minimum, you settle into Steve’s side, ear pressed over the thumping beat of his heart, arms fit around his waist.

Steve holds you. Breathes. Says, “Thanks. ‘M sorry we had to leave so early.”

Nose tilting up, you kiss against his scar again. “It’s okay. I really didn’t want to dance, and Eddie was about to drag my ass out there against my will so really, you did us all a favor.”

Under your head, Steve’s chest dips and rises with a laugh. His lips press into the crown of your head, and you can feel his smile as he says, “You’re dancin’ with me next time. I wanna see some ass shaking at our next family barbecue.”

You exhale a laugh, too, kiss his jaw, his cheek. “Okay, Swayze. Next time.”

Eventually, you both fall asleep, winding down sleepy and safe in each other’s arms, Steve’s pain eased to near-extinction with the care you’ve given him.

Later you’ll call Robin, give her an update for her peace of mind, cuddle up to Steve some more and listen to a record.

But for now, you’ve got a boy in your arms and the warmth of his body as your anchor into the dreaming.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #sickfic #hurt/comfort #cw migraine #steve harrington x gn!reader

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atinystaypixie · 10 months

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can u do ony cheatin on his gf w y/n nd his gf walk in 🗣️

Baby anything for you. Ilysm😙💜 sowwy this took so long I was so conflicted on where to set it and how to do this😭

MDNI!! 18+

WC: 1.6k+, pstt not proofread

CW: Cheating (don't do it. That's how you get shot😠)

🎵I can't say his name 'cause he be cheatin' (I love you, baby)

Yeah, and I'm the reason 🎵 (my honest reaction to this)

She was such a a sweet lady. Bright smile, positive attitude, never frowning. She greeted you every morning, offered you the desserts she would bake, even helped you bring in groceries when needed. She would tell you how her boyfriend enjoyed them and thought you would some too because she made so many.

But the tall, handsome man staying with her cancels her out. Her kindness didn't matter when his dick was being this kind to your pussy. You had never felt this pleasure until you met the kind woman's boyfriend. Her smile was sweet but his smile was making your thighs clench. He caused a heat to rise in the moment he locked eyes with you a few seconds too long.

She treated him well. The bake goods she offered you were often ones she made for him but went overboard and would have too many. "Onyankopon loves these but I made too many and thought you would like some while they are fresh." The beaming smile and cute basket she had while at your door would warm the hearts of anyone.

"I can see why your boyfriend loves them. They smell delicious." She never picked up on how you went around saying his name.

She was a good woman, but Ony couldn't focus on that when he could only think about your walls squeezing around him. You enticed him, stuck to his brain, made his dick only hard for you. He's just a man. What was he supposed to do when his dick picked better than his brain? The moment he saw you he could only think about fucking you till you saw stars. It wasn't like his girlfriend was anything short of a beautiful body, but your body…your body made him think sinful thoughts. Thoughts that shouldn't even occur when he has a loyal, beautiful girlfriend that he lives with.

You wish you could feel bad about going behind your sweet neighbors across the hall back but you can't. Not when you count the seconds after she leaves to run across the hall to the door Ony left unlocked for you. He already had it planned because this wasn't the first time you've entered his apartment in your skimpy tank top and shorts that had your ass hanging out. This was a routine that had been going on for months. It wasn't your fault she worked day shift and Ony worked night. You were just doing her a favor and keeping her man happy while she went to work.

Ony appreciated the favor you were doing his girlfriend the most. The moment you walk through the door his hands are on you. There is no need for a hello, not when the best greetings came from the unfaithful kiss you two shared. Your tongues swirling each other's, his large hands squeezing and gripping your ass, your hands running up his chest to wrap around his shoulders, the airy moans. If anyone saw you they would think you were lovers who had been separated for centuries and happy to be back together.

"Damn, baby. Feel like it's been forever." The dark skinned male speaks as he picks you up by your thighs and carries you to the kitchen island. "Let me see that pretty face." He's biting at his bottom lip adoring the face of the woman who turned him into a cheater. Taking his hands, he starts caressing your thighs.

You can feel heat rising to your face as you look at him. "Ony, I was just over here yesterday and you saw me before you went in for your shift last night. Don't play." You laugh at him. His girlfriend didn't need to know you never said his name because you were well acquaintanced with his name, except it was the version of his name that a regular neighbor wouldn't know.

"Too many hours passed by. I missed you." His hands travel higher on your thighs and he leans into you. "Missed this pretty pussy too." His voice is deep and sends shocks straight to your cunt.

"Then show me." You didn't have to tell him twice. He pulls you so that you are laying down on the kitchen island with your legs around his shoulders. He pulls your shorts to the side already knowing you aren't wearing panties. You both were always ready for each other in easy access clothing. His tongue licks a heavy stripe up your slit and stops at your clit to kiss it. Ony is holding eye contact with you as he slowly releases a spit from his mouth letting it leak past your clit down your pussy. The sight causes a soft moan to come from you. His spit mixing with your arousal.

He takes his thumb and follows the trail before spreading your mixture around making a mess between your thighs. Ony likes when your whole pussy is shining from the mix of your essence and his spit. It makes you even more enjoyable to eat. He then spreads your folds and gets to work. The way he swivels his tongue from your entrance to your clit has you gripping his head. He never leaves an inch of your cunt un-licked.

When he latches onto your clit, he pushes two fingers inside of you. It doesn't matter how many times you take his unloyal dick, you always need to be stretched for him. You have tried to play a big girl and do it without the prep but you only ended up crying like a whore as you tried to bounce up and down on his thick length.

Between the flick of his tongue and the movement of his fingers inside of you, you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. "Cum on Daddy's tongue, baby." The way he's talking into your pussy only adds to your pleasure. Your hips are pushing into his face and your eyes are locked shut. Your breathing is picking up and you feel your stomach tightening. "Ony. Ony!" The chanting of his name has him smirking and dragging his fingers inside of you rougher, hitting spots that make your back arch.

A shaky moan escapes you as the tightness in your stomach releases. Your juices being caught by Ony's awaiting tongue, coating his taste buds. "There you go. Good girl. Good girl." His thumb rubs your clit working you through the high he just gave you. He pulls you up by your waist and presses his lips to yours letting you taste yourself from him.

You whine into the kiss, "mmm fuck me, daddy." The handsome man flashes his pearly whites and chuckles. He takes your shorts and slides them off one leg leaving them to hang on one of your ankles. You didn't notice but at some point he slid his own sweats down. He hooks your legs around his shoulders and teased your entrance with his tip.

"You want me in you, baby?"

"Yes. Please, daddy." He holds your head making you hold eye contact with him as he slowly guides himself into you. You shouldn't be this intimate when you don't belong to each other, but damn does it feel good. Your mouth hangs open as you feel every inch and every throb of him. You pussy opening to allow his dick into your deepest parts. There's a deep rumble rising from his chest when he fully finds his forbidden home in you.

The slow pull out of you has your voice going high before it's cut off from him slamming back into you. He's fucking you like he loves you. Slowly dragging himself out before pushing back in with a disrespectful force. You being folded in half and the eye contact is only melting your brain more. Your thoughts are blank, the only thing up there is the man fucking you on the kitchen island in the apartment he shared with his loving girlfriend.

Ony picks up his pace, his mushroom tip hitting your gspot repeatedly. Sweat collecting in both of your hairlines as your face to face moaning out from the pleasure you only find in one another. His legs are getting weaker from the wetness of your walls that won't stop milking him. He picks you up and sits on the kitchen floor with you. You start grinding your hips into him not wanting to lose a second of the feeling of his dick moving inside of you. Ony starts pushing you back and forth. Your bodies disconnect just to come back to each other with a loud smack each time. You can't control your moans, they're echoing through the apartment that you know you don't belong in.

"Ony! Fuck, I'm cumming! I'm gonna-"

"Hold it. I'm almost there." He cuts you off feeling his dick twitching inside of you. He's fucking you on his dick so hard your moans won't even fully come out. Stuck between breathy whines and clouds cries. "Do it, baby. Cum on my dick, pretty girl"

He doesn't have to tell you twice. Your eyes squeeze shut, body clings to his, and thighs shakes as your juices splash on his stomach. You can feel his thick cum coating your walls. Your eyes open and close as they flash white, making you look possessed.

"Onyyyy!!" Your voices rings out.

It's loud, so loud you didn't hear when the door opened. Between the slowing slaps of skin and your moans combined with Ony you didn't hear the sound of the soft footsteps approaching you, the only sound that registered was the scream she let out.

"OH MY GOD! ONY WHAT THE FUCK!" The first time she heard you say her boyfriend's name was in a drawn out moan as she caught him cumming balls deep in you.

This was going to be interesting to explain. You couldn't care though, your post orgasm haze was too great as your body was still clinging to the cheating man who couldn't be bothered to pull out of you

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Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

OMG! Y'all don't understand how conflicted I was about this. It still turned out kinda bleh but like ITS BEEN ON MY MIND SINCE MY BABY SENT THIS IN😭

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spikedhe4rt · 2 years

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Dallas Winston x Insecure!Plus!Reader

Word Count: 1824

Insecurities is basically all I'm made of, confidence had been one of the most foreign things to me my whole life. Most of my life I've been on the bigger side per-say or what my "better" twin sister says, fat. Her name is Iyana and she's considered "the perfect girl" in my family but I don't blame them she had everything, she was skinny and beautiful unlike me which they made sure to remind me of everyday no matter what since i was only 7. "You look like a pig eating that y/n" and "Stop eating the whole table of food y/n" is what my mom and dad said to me the day of grandma funeral at the repass. It made me cry even harder because it just reminded that my grandma was the only person who didn't comment on my weight and she was gone.

Years laters , I officially turned 18 and decided to run away to the town of Tulsa to escape my family, unfortunately I carried my insecurity and built up walls that seem like they could never be torn down. I found a job at the so-called dingo. It paid pretty well and i was able to find a small house. It was a rather quiet neighborhood apart from my next-door neighbors, The Curtis's. There was Sodapop, Ponyboy, and the eldest, Darry. I'd met them couple times and they've invited over for dinner but I've always declined because i hate people watching me eat. Even tho there was only the three boys living there, they always had 4 other boy basically living there also. There was Keith "Two-bit" Matthews, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, and the infamous Dallas Winston. I've met them multiple times also, Two was the funny one, Johnny is the shy one, Steve is the car one and Dallas is Dallas. They've always been pretty nice to me and all, asking me how I've been and occasionally flirting but I always brush it off because it's probably just for laughs.

Months later, I decided to grow a garden since nature has always been an enjoy for me. I watered my plants twice a week to keep them healthy. I woke up to find that it was one of the most hottest days in Tulsa, damn you heat waves. That meant that it was most likely for my plants to dry out which meant they needed to be watered. I put on my red floral sundress and hat to head outside.

When I was about half way done watering the garden I heard some of the boys coming down the sidewalk. I continued my business until I heard "Hey Ms.L/N" come from three boys, I turned and saw Dallas, Two-bit, and Johnny then I proceeded to reply "Hi boys." I went back to my plants and thats when i heard something strange come from the one and only Dallas Winston, "when you gonna let me fuck Ms.L/N" in a whisper that sounded almost purposely loud as hell. "What you say honey?" then he replied a loud nothing, and walked in the Curtis house. I shrugged, maybe i heard him wrong, I thought.

After weeks of playful banter and flirting, Dallas decided to ask me out, i was extremely skeptical because my weight and thought it was bet or something but he convinced me. Which is why months later were dating now. I was skeptical about dating someone like him because of who he is but he ended up having unexpected soft side to him. We decided to take things slow, which was cool at first but Im starting to get worried. Dallas started to get distant from me. Even after months of dating, we haven't had sex and it was all my fault, he tried a couple times but i just couldn't bring myself to do it, it wasn't that I wasn't attracted to Dallas or I didn't love him, I was just insecure about my body and what he would think of me.

I tried my best to ignore it but he got fed up and finally asked "are you not into me doll?" My eyes widened and I turned to him "of course I am baby, why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged and said "We haven't you know...and Im a little worried" At that point I started tear up a little "Woah woah whats wrong?" he asked with a worried look. "Im sorry I just think you'll hate what you see if we do. At that point he told me to get up and grabbed my hand. We walked to the mirror in my room and he stood behind me. He then started to drag his hands up and down my body saying things like "I love everything about you doll" "I love your thick thighs and your legs" "Your so beautiful, I want you so bad"

Everything he said made me grow wetter and all I wanted was him at this moment, nothing else.

*************SMUT WARNING*************

I turned around we began to kiss passionately for a few moments..."I think I'm ready Dally" He replied with a breathy ok and began to kiss down my neck and chest. I let out and small whimper

"Please Dally" I said

"Please what beautiful?" he asked in a seductive tone

"Please make love to me"

"Of course baby"

I shuddered as he started to pull my shirt over my head and kiss my breasts, leaving hickeys on the hot skin. He then reached down and started to fiddle with the lining of my shorts.

"Can I take these off y/n?"

"yes sir"

"holy shit say that again"

"yes sir" I repeated

Dallas leaned down and started to kiss down my stomach and thighs. I let out a small moan when he sucked a sweet spot on my thigh.

"Lay down"

I walked over to my bed and scooted up to the pillows at the top. Dallas then took off his shirt showing his bare chest and small happy trail. He walked over and pulled me to the edge. He spread my legs and ran his pointer finger over over my underwear.

"Baby you're soaked, is this all for me?"

"yes sir" I said as I moaned

He let out a low groan and kneeled down. Dallas then pulled my underwear down snd started to leave hickeys on my inner thighs.

"What are you doing Dally?"

"Thats not my name doll"

"Sorry sir"

"Now, what I'm gonna do is eat this pretty pussy, is that ok baby?"

"yes sir" I whimpered

Dallas then started to suck my clit hitting all the right spots. I let out a loud moan and started to pant. He then licked down and pushed his tongue into my hole.

"Dallas!" I moaned

"You like that baby?"

"yes yes yes"

"you gonna cum on my tongue?"

"Yes sir"

He continued to thrust his tongue inside of me. As much I love this man and didn't want him to suffocate, my thighs began clamp around his head as i came. I rode out my high and he came up with my arousal on his mouth.

"I'm so sorry baby" as the tears started to form

"Sorry for what?" he asked breathing heavily

"My thighs almost killing you" I said not knowing if i should cry or laugh.

"Would have been one of the best ways to go out" he said smirking

I giggled

"Now come here doll"

He pulled me up and started to unclip my bra letting my breasts fall. He then started to kiss all over them and suck my nipples

"Oh Dallas" I moaned

"That feel good huh?"

"Mhm" I said as i bit my lip

Dallas then stepped away to take off his pants and underwear to reveal his hard-on. I then reached to find condom but had no luck.

"Baby I don't have protection"

"I do in my drawer but I don't think we need it just yet"

"What?"

"Shh just lay down for me"

"You don't have too doll"

"Its ok I want to"

I kneeled down and wrapped my hand around his dick, starting to glide it up and down. He let out a low moan. I then took his tip in my mouth running my tongue along the slit and sucking. I then lowered my head to take him fully, lips and nose touching the base. He bucked his hips up making me gag a little.

"Yes take me down your throat baby"

"You love this dick don't you"

"yes dally"

"can I fuck your pretty mouth baby?"

"Yes"

He then lightly tugged my hair to make take his dick fully down my throat. Dallas began to thrust roughly into my mouth. He let out the most low groan and moans. He then said...

"Where do you want it?"

"Down my throat Dallas please"

Dallas then continued his thrusts in my mouth. After a couple moments, i felt him twitch in my mouth and then I felt him cum down my throat.

"That was amazing doll"

"Thank you dally"

Dallas pulled me up from my knees and pushed me face first onto the bed. He then pulled my ass up so that I was arching. He began to rub his tip against my clit down to my whole mixing his precum with my arousal.

"you ready for this dick y/n"

"Yes Dallas!"

"say it baby"

"I'm ready for your dick" I said voice muffled by the bedding.

Dallas reached for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He then slowly slipped into my pussy, we both moan in pleasure as he starts to thrust slowly.

"Dallas!"

"You like that?"

"Yes harder please" I moaned in response

Dallas started to thrust hard into me as he moaned. I felt like I was in heaven with the pleasure I was receiving. My eyes started to droop and i start to drool a little. I felt like i was on cloud nine, clenching around Dallas with almost every thrust.

"You going dumb already babydoll?"

"Mhm"

"You gonna cum all over me?"

"yes dally" i spoke lowly

He then reached forward to rub my clit in fast and harsh circular motions. I cried out in massive pleasure. My legs began to shake and I clenched hard as I came, I rode out my high as Dallas's was approaching. He continued his thrusts as I started to feel that overstimulated feeling. He slowed his thrusts as they became sloppier and he came into the condom. He pulled out and disposed of the condom, then flopping onto the bed.

"Hows that for a first time doll?"

"You were so good Dallas" I said out of breath.

"That was all you baby, you were such a good girl"

"I love you Dallas"

"I love you too doll"

[THE END]

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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The Days and Nights are Long

Pairing: clueless!Colin Shea x clueless!fem Reader

Words: ~4K

Summary: You and Colin are being idiots and it’s driving his band crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, squirting), idiots in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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Colin shook his head and shrugged uncomfortably as he stared at his phone, wracking his brain to think of what exactly he should say to you.

“For fuck’s sake, Shea, just ask her to come up.” Matt looked exasperated, twirling his stick through his fingers as he rolled his eyes when Colin scowled at him.

He’d been moping for the past two weeks, ever since the two of you had slept together. All of his bandmates were getting sick of it, the man was the biggest pouty baby on the face of the planet. If they had to listen to him sing Everybody Hurts one more time they were going to kill him.

So they’d come up with a little plan to get him out of his funk, lining up a gig that would really lend itself better to a female vocalist and feigning innocence when Colin pointed that out. They had really enjoyed hanging out with you on that exceptionally hot evening, and if having you join them again was the only way to get their boy out of his funk, even better. He had actually smiled before pulling his phone out, but then he realized he had no idea what he should say.

The two of you had still been cordial whenever you ran into each other, but there was definitely a strain to your interactions now. No matter how much you both told each other it wasn’t awkward, it was definitely awkward. It was also weird that he was pretty sure you hadn’t come home after 1 AM at all in the last two weeks, and you usually at least spent your weekend nights at some other asshole’s apartment. Not that he’d had any visitors either, but he didn’t want to explore that too much.

He was still staring at his phone screen and trying to come up when some nonchalant greeting that would entice you to come sing with them when the phone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by an exasperated looking Keith, who ignored his spluttering as he typed a quick message before tossing the phone back to him.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” The bassist said, setting to tuning his instrument and chuckling at the indignant look on Colin’s face.

Colin was about to give a snarky reply when he felt his phone buzz and looked down to see a text from you, grinning when he saw you saying you’d be right up. With an exclamation point! He didn’t even notice the pleased grins his bandmates were giving each other as they watched him start to tune his guitar, plucking a happy little tune and humming to himself.

They were all expecting you to come through the main door from the stairs, so when you shouted hello from behind them after climbing up your fire escape, you were greeted with the sight of five grown men almost jumping out of their skins before turning to greet you.

That grin on your face was enough to make Colin melt, all the awkwardness that had been lingering between you disappearing in an instant when you met each other’s eyes.

“Alright boys!” You took the mic Brad handed you with a warm smile, rolling it in one hand as you trailed the cord through your fingers. “You said you needed my help with something Col, what’s up?”

“Right, these idiots lined up a gig for us without consulting me first.” They all avoided his halfhearted glare with doe eyed innocence, focusing on their instruments. “And, well, the set list isn’t really in my range.”

“Lemme see.” You took the sheet of paper from his hand and scanned it quickly. “That’s a whole lot of girl rock.”

“Yeah, like I said, Ann Wilson and I aren’t really in the same register.” Fuck, it was nice to be able to talk to you again.

“Why don’t you just modulate it, then?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

He gaped like a fish at that question. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it, and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting you to know about modulation.

“If we modulate for him, none of us can hit the harmonies.” Craig piped up from behind the keyboards, and he could have kissed him.

“That right?” You teased, shooting a wicked smirk around at them. “You boys sure you didn’t just miss me?”

Colin tried not to sound too hysterical when he let out a laugh, missing the indulgent eye rolls his band mates were giving behind your backs.

“What do you think, we booked a gig where I can’t sing any of the songs on purpose just so we could hang out again?” Good thing he was pretty, the man was clueless.

“No, you’re not that clever, Col.” He made a mock wounded gesture and you grinned at him, looking over the set list some more. “What kind of gig is this anyway?”

“Yeah, Craig, you never told us what the actual gig was.” Colin and the rest of the band gave the keyboardist a variety of inquisitive stares.

“Uh, it’s a bachelorette party.” He mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with his bandmates when they started groaning.

“Fuck, Craig! I do not want to get felt up by a bunch of drunk, horny women!” Colin threw a balled up sheet of music at you when you started laughing.

“That seems right up your alley, Shea.” You teased, dodging when he threw a pillow from the couch at you. “You don’t want to pick up some rowdy bridesmaid?”

“No, they’re scary aggressive.” He shuddered when he thought about the last bachelorette party they had done, they’d practically ripped the band’s clothes off before they could get out of there.

“Aww, well I’ll be there to shield you this time, sweetie.” You winked at him and moved a little closer to everyone. “Let’s practice, boys. Don’t want to give those girls cause to complain.”

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It was the day of the gig, and you and Colin had decided to drive together to streamline things. He was waiting in your living room and tapping his foot nervously as he waited for you to finish getting ready, anxious about what actually performing with you would be like.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He never thought you would be the type to take forever getting ready.

“Yeah, I know!” You strolled out to the living room with a grin on your face and he had to swallow a groan. “How do I look?”

“Good, really good.” The way he was looking at you made your grin grow even wider.

The outfit wasn’t even that special, just a denim mini skirt and a tight v-neck tee with a leather jacket. Oh, and thigh high leather boots. It was definitely the boots he was staring at, his eyes trained on the few inches of bare skin between the top of the boots and the hem of your skirt. You gave him a couple minutes to just stare at you before rolling your eyes and strolling towards your front door, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him after you.

“C’mon Shea, we don’t wanna be late.” You scolded, shoving his amp into his hand and slinging his guitar case over your shoulder before heading down the stairs.

He had trouble focusing on the road as he drove you to the bar the party was going to be at, all he wanted to do was memorize the way you looked in that outfit. It was like someone told you exactly what to wear to drive him crazy. Maybe bringing you into this gig hadn’t been the best idea, because all he wanted to do right now was pull over and let you ride him while you weren’t wearing anything except for those boots and that jacket, and maybe whatever lingerie you had on under that outfit.

“Colin, you’re going to miss the turn.” Your voice snapped him out of his little daydream, and he cursed as he took the turn towards the bar a little faster than he would have liked.

“Sorry, just got a little distracted.” He mumbled, slowing down as he turned into the alley behind the bar and put the car in park behind Matt’s van.

The rest of the band was already unloading, waving at you two as Colin shut off his vehicle and you stepped out. You actually gave Craig and Keith little side hugs before you started helping with the unloading, he hadn’t realized you guys had gotten that close over the past week, and for some reason it made him smile.

“How’s it going man?” He didn’t know how he felt about the look Matt was giving him as he helped carry the bass drum inside, it felt suggestive of something. “Y/N seems excited to be here.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be nervous about performing but she’s handling everything like a pro.” He watched you laugh at something Brad said as you worked on connecting your mic. “Maybe we should make her an official member.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Matt just shrugged, laughing when Colin rounded on him and started spluttering.

“I was joking! We can’t just ask Y/N to be in the band!” Could they? Having you around had been a lot of fun, and the band dynamic had helped alleviate some of the tension that had been growing between you two. But seeing you tonight looking like you did and knowing that you were gonna have to have some on stage chemistry to make this work was making him think twice about things. You got a little intense during rehearsals, and the added pressure of being on stage might make him combust if you kicked it up at all.

Matt shook his head at him and set to assembling his kit while the rest of the band started tuning and connecting their instruments. You just sat on a stool and sipped some water, running through a couple vocal exercises absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to finish setting up and then it was mic checks all around.

Everything sounded good and balanced after a couple adjustments and the sound guys gave you the thumbs up to start warming up. Colin couldn’t stop watching you. You were so unbelievably relaxed on stage and it was just endearing you to him even more. He thought for sure you would have been a bundle of nerves but you seemed to be right in your element, tossing him a couple of lazy grins over your shoulder as you ran through a couple of songs before the partygoers started filtering in.

The band switched to doing some instrumental ambience shit while they waited for the party to really get going, and Colin wandered over to talk to you when you took a step back from your mic.

“Still feeling ok about this?” He asked, beaming back at the soft smile you gave him.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” You bounced on your toes a little, adrenaline flooding your veins as the crowd grew. “Think I’ll get any bras thrown at me?”

“You never know with bachelorettes.” He laughed, strolling back over to his own mic so he could introduce the band.

If he thought jamming with you was special, it was nothing compared to watching you perform. You were a goddamn natural, coming alive and feeding off the crowd’s energy until you were completely lost in the music. Every time his eyes met yours you were grinning at him, and your chemistry with the rest of the band was palpable.

Not to mention, you kept drifting close to him on the stage, brushing your hand over his shoulders or leaning against him when you harmonized and it was making his knees weak. , God, he could do this with you every night, even though he was pretty sure he was going to need to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off afterwards.

The show was over too soon, the extremely drunken crowd of rowdy bachelorettes finally getting crazy enough that the band was ready to make a hasty escape. You were bouncing on your toes with residual energy as you started helping the guys pack up their instruments, grabbing Colin’s amp after he shoved his guitar in the case and you both made a run for it to his car when a wobbly woman started to try to climb on the stage.

“Colin, holy fuck that was so much fun!” You managed to make it to the alley unscathed and were giving him the most heartbreaking grin. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Yeah? Well you did a great fucking job.” Goddamn it, he’d missed you. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

“Really?” You slammed the trunk closed and started to prowl closer to him. “Whatever I want?”

“That is what I said.” He could feel his voice dropping into that low register that meant he was in desperate need of some sort of release, so he really hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. “Why? Did you want something now?”

“I think I do.” Your chest was right against his and you could feel it heaving, gazing at him through your lashes while you ran your fingers over his abs. “I stole the keys to the van.”

“And, you wanna go on a joy ride?” He breathed deep when you brushed your lips over his, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Or, we could just fuck in the back while the rest of the guys search for these.” You pulled back a little and jingled the keys in his face, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he ran his hands over your hips.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smashed his lips to yours and let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your ass while the two of you stumbled towards the side door of the van.

You fumbled with the keys for a minute because you didn’t want to take your mouth off Colin for any reason, but then you were sliding the door open and the two of you were falling inside in a tangle of limbs before somehow managing to kick the door closed behind you. Trying to undress each other was a little difficult with how wrapped up you were in each other but you managed, tossing your garments away haphazardly as your tongues curled tangled together. Colin grabbed your hands when you went to remove your boots, pulling them up to his face and kissing your palms before winding your arms around his neck.

“Keep those on.” His voice was a low growl and fuck, you forgot how sexy he was.

“Well, cannot say I’m surprised you're a little kinky, Col.” You wound your fingers through his hair and yanked, purring at the groan he gave you. “I’m gonna suck that pretty dick of yours, but then I’ll give it to you nice and rough.”

“God, baby.” He wished he didn’t sound so whiny when you started kissing your way down his chest, but he hadn’t gotten any release except from his hand for the past two weeks and he really needed you to keep doing what you were doing. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Yeah? Knew you were a good boy.” You winked at him when you started kissing the skin above the band of his boxer briefs before you were yanking them down his thighs and immediately licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his cock when it sprung up against his abs.

Colin had to brace a hand against the side of the van when you worked him over, spitting on his tip and watching it drip down his length before spreading it over him with your lips. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave him a nice, smooth stroke as you ducked down between his length to press gentle kisses over his balls while you jerked him off. He almost choked on his tongue when you wrapped your lips around his sack and tugged softly, the hum you let out sending a vibration up his spine while your thumb swiped over his swollen tip.

The sounds he was making from just a handjob were enough to soak through the thin lace of your panties, and when he shouted your name when you moved a little lower and teased your tongue over his asshole, well you almost fucking came just from that. You couldn’t believe you had stupidly waited two fucking weeks before indulging in this man again, you finally felt like yourself again. It was driving you absolutely crazy, the way his hips were wriggling underneath you spurring you on until you couldn’t take it any more.

If he thought your hand was incredible, it was nothing compared to the feel of your lips wrapped around his tip while your tongue swirled around his sensitive head. With all the women he’d slept with, he’d definitely suffered through some mediocre and downright disappointing blow jobs. But you felt like you were about to suck the soul out of him, and you’d only just started.

“Ah, Christ.” He was going to pass out if you kept going like this, your mouth was like fucking heaven. “Honey, fuck.”

You shot him a wicked look when you started bobbing your head, taking him just a little deeper each time while your tongue curled around him as much as possible. Then you opened your throat and swallowed him whole and he lost his mind.

He wrapped his hand in your hair and held your head still as he started fucking your throat, his hips bucking wildly while you choked and sputtered around him. Drool was running down your chin and soaking his thighs as you started breathing through your nose, digging your fingers into his thighs while he used you like a fuck toy. You kept your tongue pressed flat against your bottom teeth to avoid choking on it, moaning softly when you tasted the salty tang of his precum hit your tongue. His grip on your hair was growing painful, and you could tell by the way his abs were twitching that he was close.

“Wait, ah shit!” He somehow managed to gather enough self control to pull out of your mouth, groaning at the long string of saliva that kept you connected even as you bit at your swollen lips. “I’m not coming unless it’s in that pretty pussy. How do you want it?”

“Fuck me from behind, Col.”

He growled as he sat up and smashed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue before flipping your over and burying his face in your hair. You let out a low moan when he slammed into you with no warning, gasping at the punishing pace he was setting and purring when he started mouthing at your neck.

The van was shaking like some sort of cliche while Colin fucked into you with abandon, his hips bouncing off your ass in an obscene display while the two of you whined and panted together. Colin was going to lose his fucking mind, two weeks with barely even talking to you and now he was finally inside you it was all he could do to not go completely feral.

“Oh god, honey.” He was practically whining against your skin when you clenched around him, sucking your ear lobe between his lips while you arched your back and purred for him. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. Pussy so fucking good. Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you come.”

“So close, Colin, shit!” You gasped when he hit you deep, curling your body backwards around him and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair and press his lips to yours. “Need that dick so bad. Feel so good when you’re inside me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He wound one hand around your neck and the other arm around your waist, holding you close while he kissed you deeply and swallowed your wanton mewls with a deep groan. “Come for me.”

His hips ground against you and you slapped the floor of the van when you came, sobbing into his mouth and vibrating underneath him while your pussy strangled his cock. Your teeth nipped at his lips once you were finished, humming happily as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Need more, Colin.” You whimpered when he started slowing down, trying to thrust your hips back towards him as you tried to bring yourself to the edge again. “Harder, I need it.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.” He tugged at your lips with his teeth, squeezing your neck gently and groaning at your soft whimper as you clenched around him. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond when he started pounding into you furiously, the way his cock was punching against your soft walls making it a little hard to breathe, never mind thinking. He was hitting every spot you needed him to with each thrust, grunting into your ear each time his hips slammed into you until he felt your breath hitch.

Every time he bottomed out you thought you were going to pass out, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix and making you see stars. It was so good, he was hitting you so deep and smooth you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Colin growled when a particularly vicious push had your entire body rising off the floor of the van, your fluttering sigh sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. One more thrust and you lost it, screaming with ecstasy as every muscle in your body vibrated and you squirted all over Colin’s thighs and the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” Colin was desperate, his rhythm completely gone as he chased his own end while you fluttered around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up until I’m leaking outta you for the next week.”

“Oh god, please.” Your eyes rolled up in your head while you let him use you, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily as you pushed your hips back to meet his. “Give it to me, Colin.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a strangled cry when his hips stuttered, thick, warm ropes of white shooting against your soft walls until he was collapsing on top of you with a sated moan. You tangled your fingers with his above your head as your breathing regulated, his breath hot on your neck while the two of you melted into each other.

“We’re not waiting two weeks again, right?” Colin’s arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt you purr contentedly.

“Nope. I’m definitely gonna need this to happen on the regular.” You turned a little so you could rub your nose against his. “You know, in between our other, normal escapades.”

“Right.” His heart fell a little at that, but maybe just interspersing his trysts with you with his other one night stands would help flush his crush on you out of his system.

Before he had a chance to say anything else there was a sudden pounding at the van door, snapping the two of you out of your haze with a pair of exasperated groans.

“Shea!!!” You untangled yourselves as you started to pull on your clothes. “That had better be Y/N in there! If you sad fucked some bachelorette and we have to listen to you sing stupid breakup songs for the next month I’m going to kill you!”

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pastery1 · 2 years

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Voltron Legendary Defenders tk hcs

A/n: I'm on like sz2 of this anime and I realized I hv to do a tk fic of it. Correct me if I miss up on any hidden or small details that r important (idk).

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Coran:

He ain't ticklish. He was locked in a capsule looking thing for 10,000 yrs, so u would imagine him being extremely sensitive for not being tickled for that many years, but he's not, sadly.

Him being a mean ler, makes up the fact he isn't a lee.

His main target has gotta be Keith, js bc he needs cheering up since he's always down in the dumps. (Yh not much info for Coran).

Allura:

Pretty much js like Coran, not ticklish at all and never was for a matter of fact.

She loves to tickle Lance, js bc his reactions are priceless. She laughs with him ALOT, and it's so hilarious.

Shiro

Yes please🥴. He's adorable, and his ticklish scale has gotta be a 5. He likes being tickled and tickling ppl, but he will never ever admit to it. (He thinks it's embarrassing). His worst spot has gotta be his ears, and he thinks that one spot is embarrassing bc it's too cute. His laugh is like deep and manly, but if u get his ears it's high pitch, squeaky, and tottally out of character. Yes Hunk dose tickle him, but not that much bc Shiro is a ruthless ler.

Speaking of lers, he's EVIL. He won't stop. Not even if ur screaming or surrendering. He likes to go for ur least ticklish spot that'll make u giggle but not laugh, then he'll work his way up to ur death spot, AND JS WRECKS U LIKE THERE IS NO TMMRW. If u ever tickle him (even if he hates or likes it) he will seek revenge, and do it in front of ppl js to embarrass u. He usually tickles Keith bc they have a strong brotherly bond.

Pidge

Her ticklish scale is a 7. She dosen't hate nor like it. Ofc she wouldn't provoke anyone in to tickling her, but she wouldn't mind if someone did. She would always get tickled by her older brother, so when she sees a tickle fight, u wouldn't be surprised that she joined it. She thinks tickling makes her remeber her brother, but she dose some times like to avoid it bc she's been busy trying to get her brother back. Her worst spot is her plams, I mean the girl cracks codes for a living, u would be surprised that her plams WASN'T extremely sensitive. Her laugh is very cute, and squeaky.

Yh she is a giant ler, and loves being one too. She would tease u relentlessly and js be tottally wicked to u. Her main target is Hunk, bc he's always is annoying to her abt his yakking and everything else. So she likes to get pay back every now and then. Don't get her wrong, she absolutely loves Lance's reactions, but Hunk needs to learn to stop being an annoying shit, respectfully.

Hunk

He is ticklish on a scale of 6. He loves being tickled and everyone knows it, but he dosen't know they know. He js provokes everyone into tickling him and sometimes starts tickle fights with anyone he can get his hands on. His stomach has gotta be the worst spot on him. Especially his navel. I mean the guy spends his life yakking and cooking, ofc it be hella sensitive. If someone some what pokes him there, he will squeal and his laugh is very cute and feminine some what, but it's hella adorable.

Him being a ler is a yes. He will stop if u say to our if u start begging and pleading. His main target is Lance js bc, and Keith has gotta come in second place for the target. He's v strong and skillful at tickling, so I highly recommend u don't get in his grasp.

Keith

His ticklishness is a 9.5. He hates being tickled. Keithy boy here js thinks it's a waste of time and space. He's tickled by everyone sometimes even more than once. Yes he kicks and protests, anything that'll get them teasy fingers away from his body, but nothing seemed to work out. After getting wrecked, his face is bright red, which is another reason of why he hates being tickled. His laugh is non chalant and melotone, tho if u get his weak spot, it's very high pitch and his kicking increases. His worst spot has gotta be his knees and anywhere around his knees. Like knead, scribble, scratch, claw, squeeze, anything will get him going.

He dosen't wanna risk getting tickled, so being a ler is off the table. Tho Lance is the only exception. Hence their bickering, Keith always needed to sort the blue paladin straight, and what better way than a little tickling?😏 Ofc Keith won't stop if it comes to Lance.

Lance

He's a solid 10. He beats Keith, which makes him everyone's bloody target. He hates it, no, more like despises it. He dosen't like being so weak to a little touching, especially if Shiro, his hero, tickles him. It'll make him feel and look week. He gets tickled infront of everyone most of the time, js bc the ler feels like he needs a little motivation? Perhaps. His laugh is bubbly and adorable, but his worst spot will get him cackling. His worst spot is his feet and any where on his feet. Like. Don't. Touch. Him. There. He actually passed out due to Shiro's and Keith's torment. The aftermath of what he looks like is, red faced, messy hair (sometimes sticking to his forehead), sweat, and teary eyes, plus a few coughs and hiccups. Yes he is deathly ticklish. He can't do massages, back massages, neck massages, or feet massages. He's that damn sensitive.

He isn't a ler AT ALL. Though sometimes he tickles Keith back, v rarely. He dosen't wanna tickle abt any one who is strong enough to take him down. So he stands clear on the tickling.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron legendary defender tickle #ticklish #lee #anime #allura #coran #ticklish Shiro #ticklish Pidge #ticklish Hunk #ticklish Keith #ticklish Lance #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #headcanon

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essaysbyciara · 3 years

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It’s Been A Long Time | Nebraska Williams x Black!PlusSize Reader [Part 1/?]

Warnings: language, smut thoughts (my ministry!)

So this has been in my drafts for a *HOT MINUTE* but that photo of Trevante in high school triggered a release. If people dig where it could be going, I will add it to my list of stuff to finish and open up a taglist. I’ll try my best to do so, I promise! lol

“God, I played this album out…” Lil’ Wayne’s seminal album, The Carter, didn’t age at all. Back in 2004, Wayne was a secret about to bubble over to superstardom, just years shy of lollipops and Static Major (rest in peace). Wayne represented the teenage angst of your time, even though you toiled in the suburbs while he wrestled with the streets. But as “On My Own” damn near explodes your factory speakers, a high pitch ping from your phone pauses your trip down memory lane.

Message from Sheena: Let’s catch up before the babies wake up.

You hit the call button on your dash once you stop at a red light.

“Girl, hey. You on your way to work?”

“Ain’t I always, Shi Shi? Damn near almost overslept. Thought I missed my flight.”

Sheena, or Shi Shi, is the epitome of a best-friend-forever. You two met in Ms. Grayson’s civics class, 11th grade. On the first day of school, you rolled into third period wearing a Scream Tour II t-shirt and if you were to describe Sheena in that moment, jealous wasn’t even the word. She stanned hard for Lil’ Bow Wow but her mom wouldn’t let her go to the concert because she got caught with a boy in her room. That boy is now the husband half-way responsible for the twin girls she’s hoping will give her some grace by sleeping a little bit longer.

“Damn. You wanna gift some of that sleep to these twins, God mommy?”

“Only if you gift me some of those post-pregnancy boobs, Mommy Dearest,”

“Can’t do that. Jarell been having too much fun with those!”

“Girl, eww. I don’t need to know all that.”

You kinda did. Sheena’s stories were always live, wild and uncut. And the only fireworks you’ve been adjacent to in months since you broke up with that lame stockbroker, Keith. You curve around the airport parking lot as Sheena starts digging deep into her latest soft-core episode with her husband since the six weeks ain’t up yet. In between interjections of how nasty Jarrell could be and watching planes taxi in the distance, you cruise through Instagram to take inventory of what your day might be like.

Managing social media for the biggest sports publication in the country was not the fulfillment of a dream after high school because, shit, social media didn’t exist when you were in high school. But it’s what has you just hours away from a flight to the NFL Combine in Indianapolis, sitting in a parking lot, listening to your BFF’s slow burn sexcapades. You break up the audio immersion experience once your timeline displays something else to ruminate over.

“Sheena! Shi -- shut up! I can’t believe - you remember Lisa from high school? She got married ...and it ain’t to Brasco.”

“Whaaaa… you can finally stop making u-turns in the hallway and snag your man!”

You didn’t appreciate the lowly dig from your friend about Nebraska “Brasco” Williams, star running back, track champion and boy so fine he made both Omarion and J-Boog look like ogres. Your high school crush had you shook to your pubescent core; pretty teeth, deep skin tone and two tattoos before the age of eighteen. You’d see him in the student parking lot with the rest of the football team and you’d rush to your car as if it would go home without you. He was too hot to handle. You were beyond envious that Lisa could.

“Lisa ain’t do too bad. Her man is crazy fine. I mean, not Brasco fine but still…”

“Man, he had high school going crazy. I wonder what happened to him after that fight? I should stalk him on Facebook while I pump.” You laugh so hard, the couple walking past your car stops their argument to stare at you.

Your laughs break once you realize you might actually miss that flight. You relegate Shi Shi to kiss the twins for you and to send his Facebook profile if she can actually find it. You tried years ago and failed.

“Aight, fave. I will. Love you. Text me when you touch down in Indy.”

As you weave through the terminal, your mind thinks back to the days at New Birth High School. While it brought you joy in a forever friend and the launching point for your forever career in sports journalism, it did bring you one of the most hurtful days of your life that took years to shake.

It was the summer going into your senior year. Lisa’s sweet sixteen pool party. No way in Hell you thought you’d be there but your Mom and Lisa’s stepmom sat on the same deacon board at church and somehow thought you two were friends; Lisa paid you dust in those hallways. You fretted over every part of your outfit, especially the swim shoes you didn’t want but your Dad picked up at Sports Authority. But you were fretting the most over your swimsuit, a red one-piece with a deep open back. It was sexy for a 16-year-old, to be honest, but you secretly tried it on at the mall and fell in love with it -- especially how it made you feel.

You fell in deep love with your body that day. The way the swimsuit clenched your waist, giving your almost-pear shape some definition you’d never seen before. Your hips sat wide, your breast placed taunt, just peeking through the sides, showing off a crescent shaped birthmark right below your collarbone. It was Jet Beauty of the Week-esque and it made you feel on top of the world. Something that society kept telling you a plus-size teenage girl was not to feel. You used the last of your paper route money to buy it and hid your secret weapon in the back of your closet until the day arrived. You were hoping to get some boy’s attention -- especially Brasco. But you’d take anybody’s glare if you could get it.

You were in the clear once your Mom dropped you and Sheena both off at Lisa’s back gate. As you walked into the party, the sounds of the local hip-hop and R&B radio station blasted throughout her huge backyard. So much fun was had -- so much splash and dash -- that the faint sounds of “Knuck If You Buck” failed to erupt a party full of teenagers it was made for. The pool seemed tempting in 90-plus heat but most of the temptation came from the jacuzzi next to it. There inside sat Brasco, his lanky on-field wide receiver sidekick Kenny and Jarell, Sheena’s partner-in-bedroom-bust crime looking delicious in their highlighter-color swim trunks. You were still figuring out your body and the reactions conjured up from the sight of water droplets chasing down their backs confused you even more. But the heat of the sun -- and the heat from your body -- got too much to bear. That pool called your name.

You stripped off your t-shirt and denim shorts, leaving your swim shoes back by the picnic table. They clashed. Your nerves splashed together like the water you couldn’t wait to feel, battering against your heart. Were you ready for all this attention? Amongst the rest of the classmates, you disappeared. You weren’t popular. People knew of you but didn’t know you, only associating you with Sheena by proxy of Jarell. “My Goodies” came on the radio, providing you a soundtrack and a sign from God. Before you could answer the call, Sheena jumped into the pool. You tossed your glasses on top of your clothes and did the same.

The water felt golden. Sheena smacked your face with sheets of chlorinated goodness. Too much fun was had by all, even Lisa joined in the fun. Suddenly the entire football team did too except Brasco and Jarell, languishing on the edge of the jacuzzi because like most boys from their side of town, they didn’t know how to swim. Lisa saw her boo in isolation and tapped Sheena on the shoulder.

“Hey, Shi Shi. Let’s get in the jacuzzi.” Sheena grabbed your hand to guide you out of the pool. You weren’t expecting to see your Mom at the other end. Sheena didn’t grab you to join her in the warm bubbles, she got you out at the angry-faced-behest of your mother. You both were going home. The party silenced and stares followed as everyone watched your walk-of-shame to grab your clothes. You got what you wanted in the worst way possible.

Your unholy exodus commenced when Lisa’s mom called yours to report what she saw: this red bathing suit too revealing for a little girl to wear. It wasn’t the green ruffled mess-of-a-bathing-suit from last year. She claimed to witness stares and whispers and “boobs hanging out, butt all out.” Your mom got over there quicker than a church shout. She waited to scold you after she dropped off Sheena.

It was a Sunday School scolding like no other. Tears pooled deep like the one you were just having fun in. You tossed the bathing suit into the trash bin. You were never going to see it again.

The announcement of your flight breaks you out of your day nightmare. Grabbing the handle on your suitcase, you see a text with an attachment from Sheena.

Girllllllllllll. I found Brasco and babyyyyyyyyyyy…

You gasp. Time did a wonder on him in all the right ways. He packed on even more muscle, chiseling out the navy thermal dressing his upper body. Teeth still bright, Moonlight-bright. His Omarion-Pandemonium-era braids were gone, now donning a clean fade with perfect waves. His stance meant business, a lot of it risky. You bite your lower lip to mask the “damn!” urging a release from you, staring at his picture so intensely that you damn near walk into the stewardess checking your boarding pass.

You couldn’t wait to get to your first-class seat. You needed a safe space to drown in your own splash waterfalls. You beg Sheena to send you his profile, looking to make some more of that mess and she obliges. Scrolling through his Facebook, you see nothing. You needed him to match your uncleanliness. Another text from Sheena breaks you out of your spell.

Ain’t shit on here though. I can’t find an Instagram or anything. That’s where the dirt is at lol

You put your social media skills to work. Ain’t an Instagram profile that you can’t find. Nebraska Williams brings up nothing. Such a unique name and nothing to show for it.

Maybe Jarell can follow him, Shi.

Jarell ain’t on this thing. He hates all this stuff. You want me to follow him?

Girl, yes! I need more pictures! I’m trying to find his ‘gram and no diceeeeeee. Ughhhh.

Damn the “no cell phone until after lift off” announcement. You then try “Brasco”, too many names -- rappers, really-- and a dog company to boot. “Brasco Williams” yields no results. You couldn’t wait what could be hours, days, weeks, maybe never, for a response from Brasco to Sheena’s friend request.

You pull up Google as a last ditch effort. The results bring up what only seems to be archives from your now-defunct city newspaper covering one of Nebraska’s record-setting games from 2005. You know to quit while you’re ahead until you see a Youtube video: “Nebraska Williams (RB) New Birth High School (MD). uploaded by Donyell Williams. You remember Donyell as this boy who played too damn much in Geometry class but right now, he’s Brasco’s cousin who's Instagram profile came up on the first search. Thank God his profile wasn’t private. You scroll back far enough to hit the jackpot.

I found it! @donniebrascowill is his Instagram.

Sheena was right about the dirt. His posts were bare but his stories carried enough. Enough shirtless, weightlifting, fresh-out-the-barbershop-got-to-show-you-the-fade dirt. You hit the follow button before the stewardess asked for your drink selection.

End of Part I

#trevante rhodes x reader #trevante rhodes x fanfiction #nebraska williams

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kandyklancing · 3 years

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nsfw/ klance

an exhausted keith coming home to his boyfriend after a long, particularly tiring day of work.

he just wants to let off some steam after being frustrated by his asshole of a boss, and lance, god. perfect, pliant lance is the sweetest catharsis.

he greets keith at the door, eager and earnest (as always) only to be engulfed by keith's strong arms. he's fresh out of patience, briefcase dropped callously to the floor, careless and forgotten.

lance's long legs immediately wrap themselves around keith unprompted, and purch on his hips where they belong as he gasps in surprise. keith smiles, first in relief at the first and only satisfyingly heartwarming moment of his day, and secondly because it won't be the last if he has anything to say about it.

he jogs over to their room, lance held snuggly around him, the jolts of the steps he takes making him giggle cutely against keith's broad chest.

"gonna do somethin' to me, baby?" he whispers coquettishly, nosing his way up keith's gulping throat.

"you know what," keith rumbles darkly, reaching around to grasp lance's perky butt in his large hands.

"yeah? gonna do...my fav..ourite?" lance asks him, words stilted as keith pushes into their room and dumps him unceremoniously on the bed. he laughs loud and tinkly at that and keith loves the sound.

he dives in to lave at his lips hungrily and suddenly, then pulls back. "gonna do our favourite," he tells lance meaningfully.

he pulls the loose tank top he's wearing aside and latches onto a dark nipple, lance subsequently crying out.

keith smirks devilishly against his chest, leaning up to pull the top off, and smooth his way down his torso with cool palms.

lance looks up at him so sweetly, gaze reverant and blue. "please, keith, oh please," drips from his lips unbidden, driven by keith's hungry countenance, a feeling of desire so filling spreading within him and making him flush red.

keith smiles softly back, charmed to his core at lance's unabashed display of need. he never holds back. so he'll give him exactly what he needs.

keith's hands reach to begin pulling the sweatpants gracing lance's hips very slowly down as he eyes a squirming lance all the while, gaze piercing. the tension is palpable and he knows how bad lance wants it. him, even more, evident by his lively salivating mouth. it's a good thing he's kept it shut.

lance is smooth, smooth as can be and devoid of undergarments, as the sweatpants slip down his ankles and keith quirks a questioning brow.

"knew you were gonna get this, huh? cocky, little thing" he reprimands, eyes shining.

lance's only do the same, challengingly. "you called at midday, tired and grumpy. by now i know what that entails," he says up to keith, legs kicking out happily, and endearingly and keith just adores it, adores him.

he grasps them in midair, spreading them wide for him, leaning in pointedly. "is that so?" he keeps up.

"very much so," lance replies, nodding quickly as his patience wears thin. "but god help me keith, please-" he starts, never to continue as keith leans in to lick him at his most vulnerable point.

"fuh- yes pleaseohmygod," he squeaks out, head falling back into their mess of pillows, because keith never holds back.

he laves at lance's hole with devotion, kissing him there like he would his mouth, licking into him like it's the last time and until his pink furl makes way for his wet tongue, and it's so fucking intense and as embarrassingly intimate as the first time, never losing its spell binding pleasure for even a moment.

keith pulls back occasionally, to breathe out heavily and whisper things like "love your hole, baby," and "love doing this for you," face wet with his own tongue tracks as lance falls apart beneath him, his rapidly leaking dick pulsing as hard as keith's own that's still tucked away in his pants.

"aah-ah! mhmmph holy shit, keithhh," lance mewls, singing his pleasure out into the room, body coiled as tight as a bow string.

keith can feel it in his tensed thighs and spurs him on, by sinking an interested pinkie into his spit-slicked opening.

"look at that sloppy hole, you suck me in so good. my baby ready to cum, isn't he?" he asks, pulling back to lock eyes with a debauched lance.

"ye-ah, yes baby you know i am!" lance gasps out, not even bothering to grasp his cock because he's that close.

"go on sweetheart, know you don't need my hands for that, so ill just keep my fingers inside you," keith smirks, sexily, pumping inside of lance slowly and sensually with two fingers now.

and he's more than right, lance immediately cumming at that, white exploding all over his tight stomach, a few stray drops landing on keith's face where he's nestled it back between lance's cheeks.

but lance knew that was merely the beginning, as keith licked at his hole once more.

happy new year everyone! 💗 just wanted to give u something new! thinking about extending this for ao3 soon 💙 lmk what u think by interacting!

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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months

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fic rec friday 34

welcome to the thirty-fourth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Red Poppies by @icypantherwrites

Hanahaki (with a twist) AU — Lance has never experienced a case of Hanahaki this bad. He wishes he could say it’s just the amount of flowers he’s coughing up and desperately trying to hide from the team, just as he’s trying to hide the fact that he technically died at Omega Shield from them, but it’s not just that. It’s the fact he keeps choking out red poppies. And red poppies...

They symbolize death.

the most interesting take on hanahaki ive ever seen tbh. i know icy panther is known for her edgier storytelling, but this is one of my faves of hers! i like the originality of it, and of course i adore the addressing of the omega shield disaster

2. Voltron: Last Dialogue by @uncouth-peasant [IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH]

After the events of Omega Shield, the Astral Plane has a visitor.

okay look i know everyone freaks about major character death but im asking u to read this anyway. for one its only IMPLIED, technically lance could still be alive, and also it’s just a really well-written fic. lance and shiro have so so so much potential with how similar their characters and arcs are, so i loved how this one explored that in its heartbreak

3. The Poison of Deceit by @icypantherwrites

This diplomatic mission is not going the way Lance had hoped. The diplomacy part on behalf of Voltron is going fantastic and Lance doesn’t think he’d be remiss in saying he had a large hand in that. But the whole impress Shiro bit is an epic fail as Shiro doesn’t seem to notice his efforts at all and it’s only worse with Keith showing him up at nearly every turn. The aliens they’re working on the alliance though have noticed his efforts. But as Lance stands here now, Shiro and Keith’s lives along with a vial of poison in his hands, he isn’t so certain that was a good thing.

the fuckin ‘i drank poison to save your life’ trope will NEVER get old idc idc. the heart dropping moment when the team realises that by doubting lance they may have cost him his life...insanity fr. like i eat this shit up every time

4. blind spots by @adelfie

Lance knows something’s wrong.

Keith turns his gaze on him, dark eyes latching onto him like an anchor.

Normally this is when Lance can think of something stupid to say to make Keith smile. Bonus points if he can get a laugh. Usually it isn’t hard — smiles come easy when it’s them. But something is wrong, and Lance knows that Keith’s smile will be the farthest thing from him if he says it.

-- Lance gets hurt during a mission with Keith and the Blades.

blade pining down bad keith in startled awe of bamf lance...it eats every single time like lets be honest my friends. bamf lance in every flavour is delectable but through keith’s view????? oh god it’s something special

5. Isn’t There A White Knight by @bosstoaster-writing

Kink Meme FIll: "In the first episode, Lance says that Shiro is his hero. But Shiro is still just a guy in his mid twenties, and we've seen him join in on silly stuff ("Blam blam blam!").

So what I want is five times Lance sees Shiro do dorky, ridiculous things, and one time he realizes he'd still follow this dork to Hell and back."

C'mon, as if I could pass that up.

five plus one? check. lance learning to know his idol as a human? check. gentle and careful and clumsy relationships? check. and dorky loser goober shiro, my love and light? CHECK CHECK CHECK. this fic is so so fun. shiro should get the right to be a dorky goober at all times and anyone who writes that is my hero

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#fic rec friday may have been the best thing i did on this blog tbh #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #shiro #takashi shirogane #lance & shiro #team as family #langst #fic rec #fic rec friday

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1tsnoya · 3 years

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･ﾟ:* 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 *:📸･

a nishinoya x fem!reader smau

↳ part 14 - the walk to the market

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it was finally friday. you had woken up before your alarm because of your nerves. chills would not stop running through you. who would’ve thought you’d hit it off with some youtubers you had been watching for years, since almost the very beginning of their channel. jeez you had even managed to hit it off a little too well with one of the members.

whatever, that was a thought for later on right? it wasn’t even a crush, no way. yuu nishinoya loved to flirt with everyone, platonically. even his best friends. he did you a favor and was just being kind. there was no reason to be nervous for a video for the group’s sneaky side channel.

you closed your eyes and took a breath, “please don’t let today go terribly” you thought.

your phone buzzed in your hand with a text from the groupchat with your new friends, “3 mins away!!”

you slipped on your shoes and started walking outside. in all honesty, ur brain was barely processing what you were doing. you were more nervous than the first time you had met the OBCG, it felt kind of dumb.

you finally stepped outside and your phone buzzed again, “here!!” and when you looked up, a car was dropping off hinata, tanaka, and nishinoya.

“boo!!” shoyo laughed, “nice to see u again!!”

“yo!” tanaka and nishinoya had both high fived you, something they both loved doing with new friends. the duo didn’t seem nervous at all, lively as ever.

after sho told you his “epic plan” the four of you began walking to the market. the group was very awake and already jumping into a conversation with you. it was crazy to you how easy it was for them to get along with... anyone.

you all started talking about your favorite desserts and foods, still not positive about what it was that you were gonna cook. and then... sho and ryu started going back and forth about what the best type of ramen was.

and while that went down, noya tapped ur shoulder and signaled that you two walk a bit ahead, “so... nervous?” he asked with a smile.

“psh.. no way. what gives u that idea?”

“hmm” he hummed, “maybe it’s the way you keep fidgeting with your ring?”

it kind of surprised you that yuu noticed because... sheesh even you hadn’t noticed. his bright and hyper personality made you think that he wouldn’t pick up on it.

snapping back into reality, you let out a nervous laugh, “maybe i am.. i just didn’t think i’d get to see you again”

he softly exhaled with a smile, “i didn’t either!” his face turned towards yours, “i’m glad though. sho really likes you.”

“is that so?” you looked back at him.

and with that flashy smile of his, he said, “yup! and maybe i do too.”

the walk to the market wasn’t as bad as you anticipated it would be.

𝐀/𝐍: hey!! long time no see. i felt really lost with this part and just wanted to write a bit. (sorry if it’s short lol - i wanna get back into our regular format) the world has been crazy and i feel like it’s taken a toll on everyone (including me) i love writing and i’m hoping school and just... life in general passes so i can get back into doing what i love. thank u guys for sticking around after... yk not updating in so long lol. i luv y’all <3

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: being asked to join the most popular group on youtube is an offer of a lifetime, you’re practically living out your dream. however a deal like this comes with rules...the most important one being that you can’t date any other members of the group.

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keith-supremacist · 2 years

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idk if I mentioned my muslim keith hcs here I know I did it at the server but anyways

I just, khush mentioned religious islamic keith and being devoted and stuff and the first time I read it I was like cool but "pfffft my keith? would never"

but then u see, I started loving it cause man. man does it make sense. he is an orphan, in a modern au ESP if we talking about my desi settings, that guy ain't got nobody and in those circumstances... believing in a god as a traumatized kid ... makes so much sense. and on top it fits so nicely. cause I, like many of us with phones, we all grow in similar environments cause class and religion has always worked against me, like many of yall here... which is why religious hcs annoyed me like at least an year ago and I assumed it would annoy keith too. why would it make sense when he is queer and logical and an angry advocate, right?

but now... i have this very specific narrative of like, a young keith with both his parents dead and being pushed under the roof of some distant relatives who are bothered by another mouth to feed just... finding shelter in a nearby mosque. he is a queer kid, a mentally ill kid, an angry kid, ofc he doesn't fit in with kids his age in his locality. instead he finds solace amoung giving and caring old people. who have given their life to the sole purpose of helping others, who do nothing and are beyond the daily stresses and chik chik of capitalist chores... idk how to describe but those people are always in temples and mosques and gurdwaras, and they instead just live together, sing and serve. ofc he would be instantly adopted by these people who wanna help. I just love the idea of a small keith finding comfort anoung these old people, who also find comfort with him, because somewhere miss the childhood of their own kids, who are probably now too caught up in their lives to turn back to their parents, cause there are always old people abandoned like that who get into... bhakti.

just the idea of a small keith, one day running into a mosque, to get rid of some bullies probably, all dirty and messed up... stumbling across people singing and... joining them. sitting there cross legged and listening to slow devotional songs... until he calms down... taking deep breaths and just, looking at the stars and... yeah.

then, maybe some day after routinely doing it for days, one day he stays there for too long, and someone sees him... wakes him up, asks him if he is okay, if he has a home to go to, they help him clean up...

and then, next day keith is back, willfully. same routine, lays down, watches the sky and let's himself listen to the singing... but this time he waves at the people who helped him last night, smiles at them when they offer him a little treat... maybe a candy or something

some other day he is early, and they aren't singing yet so he is confused... he looks around in confusion, and recognizes one of the singers maybe cleaning the floor or the dishes. so he goes upto them and asks them about the music... and they are just like "awh we will do it in a bit first I need to clean all this" so keith offers to help..... and then soon he is running around with a mop and messing shit up and everyone is laughing... later in the evening he sits with them again... this time with them in someone's lap... excited and smiling...

at some point he is going to the local school, and in the afternoons when he is done, he is immediately getting into the mosque,, sitting in there in a mess of a uniform, eagerly...

he is growing as he is serving in the kitchens, attending older people, cleaning etc etc... just spends his days here instead of that fuckass abusive home where everyone does nothing but scream and hit him.

he grows up to sing himself, starts humming to himself while cleaning and washing and working around the mosque... and someone someday catches him and gets SO DAMN excited that their little kid can and is interested in singing !!! and they dont even ask him, he is just being pulled into singing cause they love his voice and his passion and him... oh oh oh when he starts singing everyone is so invested !!! they all wanna teach him everything, their instruments and their special singing features... everything. at some point all he is doing all day is taking different music lessons from everyone...

and then he is there singing with them... some day he has a full minute solo in those sufi songs haha...

as he grows older... he doesn't believe in a god god anymore... but he believes in religion and in community. cause it gave him everything he has. I feel like he would not believe there is a god up there,, because he doesn't want to believe that if there was an almighty god up there, he would just take away his parents because he wanted to, and abandon him as a kid in a cruel world... he doesn't want to believe that, he rather believes it was an unfortunate series of coincidences. but he does believe, that together people create beautiful things... and that islam and all its components is one those things for him... he likes the idea of allah because allah was made and given power to by his fellow people, people he loves. he calls out allah's name everyday, he is devoted to allah and islam, because allah represents everyone who made allah, everyone who did everything for him... in allah's name...

oh fuck some day one of the older people, aaa someone who helped him dies of older age man aaa that hurts...

also ofc shiro is in the mosque like for defo maybe he is like a young adult when keith is like 14/15... they meet and brogane ensues

maybe someday he finds love in the mosque... some other closeted queer guy who visits the mosque often, helps in the kitchen...

those classic desi luka chhupi stories, sneaky glances and shy smiles... and then someday he is pulling the guy to the back of the mosque against a wall akshajdha

maybe he gets caught someday with someone (by shiro), and is terrified shit out of his life... ready to be kicked out and abandoned yet again... this time in the name of the same god. he is not obvious, he has lived all those years, slightly afraid... happened rarely because the homophobia in these places is more shush shush than blatant but once in a while he would come across overhearing a conversation... someone talking about queer people in disgust, he would see the news, listen to people call it a sin paap haram... and he is scared to be outted to be rejected to be misunderstood again... only to be accepted by people who matter (shiro and old singing teachers) and love him for who he is... for the first time (even if a few others turn their backs)...

>.<

#im sorry if i messed up some terminology #muslim keith #keith kogane

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melancholy-imagines · 4 years

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Can I request the scenarios about how would Lance and Keith (Voltron Legendary Defender) react if they accidentally grab shy female human reader's boob? 🥰🥰😂🤣 Bonus: She is so very forgiving & sweet girl! 😊😊 I really live for flustered boys!! 🥰🥰💖

Keith and Lance Accidentally Grab Fem! Reader's Breast.

I'm sorry, I didn't quite make the reader shy. But I hope this suffices!

TW: accidental groping.

Keith

It had been a while since Keith last saw you.

He had been on a rather taxing mission and just simply couldn't wait to fall asleep next to you again.

As he was piloting his lion back to where you were, he couldn't help but let his mind wander to the memory of the smell of your hair everytime you hugged him. Or how tight you squeezed him after he would come back from rather long missions.

Keith's face heated as he thought about you kissing him all over his face, not seeming to be able to rid of these yearnings that suddenly overcame him.

He couldn't wait to see you. He was so excited for you to hold him again.

So excited, in fact, that he happened to miss the little rock protruding from the ground as he ran towards you to give you a hug.

Everything happened so fast, but you saw it all unfold in slow motion.

His face twists from a soft look of adoration to pure unadulterated horror as he realizes gravity would be the first person to hug him upon his arrival.

'So this is how it ends, huh? This is not how I pictured my demise.'

However, out of his human instinct, he outstretched his arms to maybe, just maybe get a hold of something to stop his fall.

Though, the only thing in front of him was you. And your breasts. How unfortunate.

As soon as he got his grasp on you, you quickly caught him before he hit the ground. You slightly tumbled with him, but managed to keep yourselves up.

Though, you couldn't help but wince at the sudden tight feeling on your chest. You looked down to see Keith clasping onto your boobs for dear life but Keith couldn't even look up into your eyes as he realized what he felt in his palms.

"U-Uh, Keith?" You whispered, rattled at your boyfriend's clumsiness. "I t-think you're good now."

He quickly let go, and regained his balance. His face was a mess of red and contorted features.

"I...I am so sorry." Was all he could manage.

He still wasn't looking in your eyes as he was scared that you'd scold him for touching you in such an inappropriate way.

However, was met with one of your breathtakingly suffocating hugs, your laughs ringing in his ear.

"If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask." You joked.

"No! I didn't mean to- It was an- I'm sorry!" He couldn't help fluster under this scrutiny.

You only laughed some more before plastering his heated face with even warmer kisses, causing this man to self-implode.

Lance

Lance is a flirty man by heart. It is in his nature to flirt with you given the chance.

Of course, no matter how long you two have been together, he never fails to give you butterflies and make you blush with his flirting. It's like his superpower.

Off topic but, if you tried to flirt back with him, he'd chuckle at the attempt with flushed cheeks. But deep down, he's dying inside.

It had been a while since Lance had teased you and made you blush. And by a while, I mean about 4 days.

He loved seeing you stare at him with an embarrassed but doting look on your face. In fact, he missed it. He missed you.

So he trotted towards you quarters beginning to yearn for you, realizing that he wanted to just be in your company. He likes hanging out with everyone, but he especially likes hanging out with you.

He knocked quite insistently on your door until he heard a small voice telling him to come in.

You turned to face him, a large smile making it's way to your lips, "Lance! Hey!"

Lance felt his stomach do somersaults upon your gaze, so happy that his presence puts a smile on your face. He knew that you weren't fond being around too many people so to see that he's an exception makes him ecstatic.

You give him a quick hug before pulling away, "What brings you here?"

He smirks, "What, I can't come and see my girl?"

You reddened and chuckle, "Of course, I wanted to see my boy for a while."

God, he loves you. But there's no way he's gonna let you deliver the final blow.

He stands up straight, closing his eyes. He brings his hand to your shoulder to give you best pickup line of your life but his calculations were off. They were very off and now his hand is resting on your boob.

His eyes stay closed until he hears a small, "Oh."

He peaks at where his hand landed and his stomach drops.

You both stand there, staring at his hand.

Lance is in so much shock right now that he can't move, "I..."

The best thing you could possibly think of in this moment is placing your own hand on his peck.

When you do this, of course he's flustered. But you both look into each other's eyes and just start breaking down laughing at the predicament.

#voltron imagines #voltron x reader #keith x reader #lance x reader #vld imagine

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halfhappyhooligan · 4 years

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a voltron au? in 2020? it’s more likely than you think

look. LOOK. i know that voltron is stupid and we hate it but lets be honest: everything up until season 3 was pretty good and had lots of potential !!

today i was rewatching voltron and a thought struck me: what if, instead of shiro being cloned, he was chipped and turned to the side of the galra?

so here it is, i did not blink since i thought of this

(warning, i have not seen voltron in a while and this is just knowledge i have stored in my moss brain and stuff i know from rewatching the first season)

au where shiro goes evil bc of what happens @ end of season one instead of the clone thing bc 1) haggar rly could not have made thousands of shiros after bumping into team voltron like what twice? its hella improbable and 2) just… weird

so instead they insert a chip in him that helps them spy and control him just like kuron (the clone) did minus the unlikely storytelling

eventually after the convo with sendak when he was in the pod trying to temp shirp, he does have thoughts about helping zarkon

(“im already infiltrated with the arm, i could just speed up the process by leaving now. save the team the trouble of investing in a leader that’s doomed to fail from the strart.”)

shiro ends up leaving team voltron in season 2 after zarkon goes crazy w the black lion n stuff

^^ this adds to Keith’s reasoning of joining the Blade of Marmora (shiro is his main stability and one of the main reasons he even stuck around with team voltron, so with shiro gone and keith questioning his place as the leader and paladin of the black lion, he decides the BoM is just.. what’s best for him)

obviously lance isn’t happy with this (“you just told me that i’m a valuable member, now you don’t think YOU are? what logic is that?”)

ofc keith goes anyways

lance becomes paladin of the black lion

allura takes on the red lion

who has blue lion? ...idk this isn’t that thought out (maybe matt after pidge finds her family) (which will happen earlier in the plot since we can forget about the miniplot of black no longer responding to shiro)

enter lotor only this time he has a sidekick and what omg its shiro wow

shiro has that bigger version of his arm that was once offered to him

he’s stronger and scary, but his eyes aren’t the same, he has the strength of a galra but lacks the passion

in the fight between lotor and zarkon, (and after, of course lots of self doubt and questioning) shiro comes between them and convinces lotor NOT to kill zarkon

then zarkon kills lotor

everyones like oh shit bc surely someone who’s life was just spared wouldn’t kill the person who seems to have the most power

but he did. bc he’s zarkon. and he’s fckn crazy.

shiro doesn’t go back to team voltron bc its too much too easily

instead he takes the place of lotor in the group of gals

he convinces them all to rebel against the galra

eventually they teach him all about quintessence and all the shit lotor had planned that they can’t do anymore

(lotor wasn’t harvesting alteans in this universe bc what the heck even was that subplot that had little to no relevance to the main storyline?

instead he was trying to find a way to technologically bring back alteans (kinda like how allure’s dad was originally preserved in s1)

i know nothing about How Stuff Works and i dont remember much about quintessence n shit but the basic idea is that when tying in some of a persons artifacts with technology stuff and some quintessence then boom. a weird route from astral projection land to the team is created and ppl can come back or smth idfk

but lotor was never able to get the comet so shiro decides he and the gals will get that comet and try to bring back as many alteans as they can

^ all this while infiltrating as many galra fleets as possible + saving planets under galra empire

they personally visit every planet that lotor was in charge of and release them from galra control

they are able to bring back an altean (its romelle) and she talks abt her friend who lives on the balmera and they go to the balmera and its revealed that it was shay’s great grandmother so romelle asks where shay is and shay’s family is like with team voltron of course

they take her

obviously team voltron, the BoM and the Rebels r very hesitant to make contact but they decide to try it out

keith refuses to meet, instead he’s on the team that stands guard

reunions !!

romelle and shay hit it off and hunk makes a dinner much like roselle’s past (allura and coran also hang out and they all vibe)

lance talks to shiro abt everything to do with keith and shiro is like dude do u??? like him?

and lance is like what? no ofc not—oh shit.

and keith ✨overhears ✨

pidge matt and shiro catch up n shit

meanwhile keith is like Hey Lance Uhhhhhh What The Fuck

they end up being like hey since we’re all here and we hate zarkon what if we make a plan to end the galra’s reign Right Now

so they do

and y’all.. it’s hella baller plan

except something is going wrong and in the middle of an attack zarkon is able to get the upper hand

due to haggar’s magic and lance’s mental and emotional instability, zarkon is able to get in his head

everyone is trying to talk him down but they’re all under a lot of pressure

allura is also conflicted bc she wanted to be black lion bc she wanted to rub it in to zarkon’s face that she was stronger than he and that she could beat him at his own game

but the negativity and instability feeds into zarkon’s power and makes him and haggar stronger as they pull in voltron to finally take over the team and regain their status as the most powerful alien race

hunk realizes this and is like okay can y’all stop being negative? its clearly affecting them in a good way and it makes us an easier target

and pidge is like im literally a child pls i don’t wanna die i just got my family back it can’t end like this

shiro realizes what’s going on and he goes to save them

he uses all his energy, pulling in the positive memories (everything: first learning about space, becoming a teacher, meeting adam, meeting keith, first making team voltron, his friends and family--all of it) to push back zarkon and haggar’s powers and battle once more in the astral realm

in defeating zarkon, shiro loses his life

afterwards keith enters the ship in a hurry and is like where the fuck is shiro where’s my brother what did you do what happened

and team voltron is like hey man.. we are so so sorry

and keith cries because the last thing he ever said to shiro was mean

lance feels like its all his fault since he was supposed to be a good leader

they talk about separately while hunk pidge and allura discuss

krolia is like keith we, ur family, are here for u

and axca is there and shes like um?? hey?? sry for trying to kill u bro

and he’s like i absolutely do not wanna talk i just lost my closest friend

they talk about it later

axca tells keith abt shiro finishing lotor’s work and abt bringing people back and well..

they use the methods to help keith visit shiro in the astral realm

shiro is like oh uh hey i was just having a drink w adam we r happy

and keith is like shiro u fuckhead why would u sacrifice urself

shiro sighs bc cmon keith you KNOW why “remember what i always said? we can’t focus on what went wrong..”

“we’ve got to figure out how to make it right” keith finishes

keith breaks tf down crying and screams apologizing

“i love u shiro. ur a like a big brother to me.”

and shiro is like yeah i know and ilyt but hey. everyone’s safe and happy. im safe and happy. & you deserve to be too. you don’t need me anymore.

so the galra rule is over and everyone goes to their respected planets

romelle and the other alteans as well as some galra babes hang in earth

romelle and shay r in an apartment together and have a garden

allura realizes she may not have been the strongest leader for voltron, and couldn’t stop zarkon on her own but that physical strength doesn’t define her as a whole

her heart is strong enough to care for everyone, so thats what she does

allura starts running an inn for alteans filled with painted sceneries like altea in case anyone ever needs a reminder of home

when lance reunites with his family its a real tearjerker

rachel finally gets her jacket back and veronica is like So.. Axca 👀

the McClain’s host a huge party for everyone and it’s filled with lots of hugs and loud music and even tho lance was way too tired, he danced all night

he wouldn’t trade his family for the world—genetic and chosen

when hunk reunites with his parents they don’t let him out the house for hours, he tells them all about his new best friend shay as well as hundreds of his favorites stories from space

they are so, so proud of him

hunk spends the next days playing minecraft and animal crossing with pidge, giving their brains a rest from being on hyperdrive for 3 yrs straight

when pidge gets home she finally gets grounded by her mom, only being allowed to leave the house to see her old teammates

(same for matt and her dad)

(her mother cries so hard when they opened the door to the home)

the holt family holds movie nights filled with popcorn, cuddles, and tears

keith moves in with the holt family, and finally accepts that he has a home as well as a family

he often goes on trips with the BoM but mostly just stays on earth

after a Team Voltron sleepover in the altea inn keith and lance decide to get an apartment together and live their lives in love and in peace

everyone gets together once a year in celebration of shiro and the sacrifice he made for them

they use the ship to visit Astral Shiro and once they even met adam

everyone laughs and catches up and just... live their lives

everyone is happy

pls ignore any and all errors lmao

again, just a thought !! maybe i’ll write a fic abt it idk for sure but yeah

feel free to add anything <3

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bishreview · 3 years

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Track by Track Review - Hottest 100 2020

Wrote this article a little bit ago just for fun. Decided to post it on here with the thought of maybe getting back to the Bish Review. Also, put an asterix next to my votes (songs that made my top 10). Anyway, here we go:

100. Kool - BENEE

One of the many gems from ‘Hey u x’. Unlucky to hear her biggest hit so early on.

99. Itch - Hockey Dad

I thought ‘Brain Candy’ was a little bit of a disappointment, but Itch was one of the strongest tracks they duo have released.

98. Your Man - Joji

Surprised to hear this track in the countdown. Pretty solid tune though

97. Audacity (feat. Headie One) - Stormzy

He’s still one of the best from the UK rap scene and this track shows why.

96. Germaphobe - Hockey Dad

One of the weaker tracks, I thought, off Brain Candy, but not surprised a lot of Hockey Dad fans liked this one. Definitely plays into their audience’s taste.

95. Loose Ends (feat. G Flip) - Illy

I do not like Aussie Hip Pop. This track is not an exception.

94. Rain (feat. Tay Keith) - Aitch and AJ Tracey

The piano in this is very ‘Humble’ - Kendrick Lamar. Still a banger though.

93. Lemonade (feat. Gunna, Don Toliver and NAV) - Internet Money

Bit of a forgettable track. It’s okay, but feels like there’s a lot better like this out there.

92. These Days - Thelma Plum

First cover of the countdown. Still one of the best Hottest 100 number ones, and Thelma does it justice.

91. Charlie - Bugs

Second cover of the countdown. I do like this but I feel it doesn’t reach the same heights as the original.

90. No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

A little expected from Eilish but still a solid Bond song (the second in history to make it).

89. In Her Eyes - The Jungle Giants

I cannot wait for the new Jungle Giants album. They’ve gotten better and better with each release.

88. Heart Attack (feat. lau.ra) - BRONSON*

I fell deeply in love with this song the second I heard it. It just has this quiet yet strong emotion behind it. The production on it is something else as well.

87. Three Leaf Clover - Teenage Joans

A really solid debut single by the Unearthed High winners. Can’t wait to hear more from them.

86. Laugh Now Cry Now (feat. Lil Durk) - Drake

I still don’t get the hype for Drake. The falsetto “baby” in the chorus also never ceases to make me laugh.

85. Too Tough Terry - Dune Rats

Dunies slow descent from mature stoner pop to edgy tracks for teens has been hard to watch. This song just seems like a parody of the band.

84. Chicken Tenders - Dominic Fike

Has to be the sexiest song about the best thing in the frozen food section at the supermarket. Pity the album didn’t live up to the hype.

83. Down For You - Cosmo’s Midnight and Ruel

I was really keen for this once I heard about the collaboration between the two. Unfortunately it felt a little too much like a Ruel song and it doesn’t really feel like Cosmo’s Midnight had much of a touch on it.

82. The Clap - The Chats

It’s a bit generic for The Chats but I just like hearing them get more popular. Just hilarious dudes.

81. Weightless - Spacey Jane

One of the stronger and more unique tracks on Sunlight. The synth touches really suit the band.

80. Freaks - FISHER

Cannot wait for FISHER to just slowly fade away. His tracks all sound the same and are so basic.

79. my future - Billie Eilish

One of the best tracks Eilish has released. Love how this just turns halfway through from a really soft ballad to a bit of an electro pop song.

78. Lady Marmalade - G Flip

It’s a nice cover. The video of G Flip performing it though is really fun.

77. House Arrest - Sofi Tukker and Gorgon City

This song bangs pretty hard. I like a lot of Sofi Tukker have really been putting out some solid stuff.

76. Baby It’s You - London Grammar

This is a great track, that synth in the chorus is heavenly.

75. Photo ID - Remi Wolf

I do like this song but it reminds me of a track from the 80s or 90s and I can’t put my finger on what that track is.

74. Scream Drive Faster - LAUREL

When I first heard this I thought Ladyhawke was back in the mainstream. Little disappointed it wasn’t, but this slaps.

73. Don’t Need You - Genesis Owusu*

Possibly the best chorus of the year. Owusu has stepped up massively in the Australian Hip Hop scene.

72. Way Down - Ocean Alley

Ocean Alley have plateaued. ‘Lonely Diamond’ just felt like the band had become comfortable.

71. Obey - Bring Me The Horizon and YUNGBLUD

I just can’t take BMTH seriously anymore. They’re music has become so comically edgy.

70. Low - Chet Faker

Hey look, Nick Murphy has become Chet Faker again. Don’t know why he changes between the two when one is just slightly more soulful than the other, but he does release nice tunes.

69. Second - Hope D

I do like this female, Aussie version of Jamie T. It’s a really nice track. Also the number 69 is claimed by Hope D. haha.

68. Lie to Me - Vera Blue

I don’t know what it is exactly, but there’s something about Vera which just puts her on a different level than her counterparts. She’s just that consistently good.

67. Boss Bitch - Doja Cat

This track doesn’t get old for me. It’s so much fun, and Doja Cat owns it. Love it.

66. Fantasising - Skegss

This track really does have a very “Three Leaf Clover” vibe. I have enjoyed Skegss in the past but their new stuff hasn’t captured my attention really. Seems a bit run of the mill.

65. C’MON (feat. Travis Barker) - Amy Shark

I actually don’t mind this song, but why does it feature Travis Barker. It’s a piano ballad featuring a punk drummer, and he really doesn’t do that much. I’m confused, was he jealous of Mark Hoppus?

64. Soak Me In Bleach - The Amity Affliction

The song title reflects my thoughts when I hear that The Amity Affliction have released a new one. There are so many better Aussie metal bands out there.

63. Day & Age - Ball Park Music

BPM have a knack for writing amazing ballads. I wasn’t huge on their latest album, but tracks like this continue me having them in my good books.

62. Run - Joji

One of the best tracks Joji has released. A really mature song for the artist and a step in the right direction for him.

61. Pretty Grim - Ruby Fields

Ruby is good, but I feel she’s starting to release the same song over and over. Need something fresh.

60. Go (feat. Juice WRLD) - The Kid LAROI

Probably the strongest track by The Kid LAROI, but Juice WRLD outshines him just due to his vocal tone. He just sounds better.

59. Gimme Love - Joji

And that’s three for Joji. I really like how this song has two distinct sections and both are solid without overshadowing the other.

58. Fly Away - Tones and I

I still don’t get why Tones and I puts on that fake accent in her songs. It just detracts from what could be a nice pop song.

57. Sobercoaster - Beddy Rays

Really didn’t expect this to get so high. I’m happy though because it’s a really fun song.

56. On The Line - San Cisco

Tracks like this keep me invested in San Cisco. They can really release some brilliant stuff.

55. I Think You’re Great - Alex The Astronaut

The fine line between overly chessy and adorably optimistic is what Alex walks on with every track. I think this falls on the former side sadly.

54. Blue - Eiffel 65 (Flume Remix)

The fact that Flume puts so much of his identity into this remix is why Flume has been one of the most successful Aussie acts this past decade.

53. In Your Eyes - The Weeknd

If The Weeknd release ‘Blinding Lights’ a month later I’d believe that he would take out this countdown. He didn’t though and instead we are left with this solid track in the bottom 50.

52. The Glow - DMA’s

Why? Why did DMA’s have to get so poppy and generic. I loved their first two album, but I struggled to get through the third.

51. Your Love (Déjà Vu) - Glass Animals

Out of the three big hits the band had in 2020, this is the most underrated. There is so much going on here, yet it never feels muddled. Wavey Davey on fire here.

50. Nothing To Love About Love - Peking Duk and The Wombats

Although this is a nice song, there’s been so many 80s electro pop throwbacks recently that have been done better that this collab just fades into the background.

49. Wishing Well - Juice WRLD

This song is so beautiful and heart-breaking. Really shows why Juice WRLD became such a beloved artist so quickly.

48. Ain’t It Different (feat. AJ Tracey and Stormzy) - Headie One

This is a really cool collab. They use the Red Hot Chili Peppers sample so well and really flow so well with it that it feels almost effortless.

47. Animals - Architects

I like a lot about this track, but the chorus really hits another level. Feels cathartic to scream along to.

46. Pretty Lady - Tash Sultana

Was hoping Tash would move into a more psychedelic direction with their newer stuff, but this is still a fine track.

45. as long as you care - Ruel

A pretty by the books Ruel song, but he really does this style so well.

44. You & I - G Flip

Probably G Flips strongest release this year. The chorus has a lot of flavour.

43. together - Ziggy Alberts

Generic acoustic track by generic Byron Bay artist. He really took the cake this year for dumbest comparison, when he compared wearing a face mask to the holocaust. Thought he’d suffer a bit for it, but apparently his fanbase grew stronger.

42. WHATS POPPIN - Jack Harlow

Jack Harlow is just so much fun. He’s killing it, and WHATS POPPIN is proof of that. Keep the bangers coming Harlow.

41. I Still Dream About You - The Smith Street Band

I felt I was growing out of The Smith Street Band, their newer music just not resonating to me. Then they drop this and make me a big fan again.

40. Come & Go (with Marshmello) - Juice WRLD

Just that chorus. It is so enjoyable. He really was going places.

39. Righteous - Juice WRLD

A back to back, and from one of the more exciting songs on the album we get to one of the more sombre tracks. Everything from the guitar, the vocals, those synth notes. . . this track is just a perfect send off for the artist. R.I.P. Juice.

38. Parasite Eve - Bring Me The Horizon

This song is so unironically cringe and edgy that it somehow becomes ironically fun. It does the full circle.

37. SO DONE - The Kid LAROI

I do like The Kid LAROI, but his vocals on this, combined with the lyrics, just make him sound like a child chucking a temper tantrum. It does make me laugh though.

36. forget me too (feat. Halsey) - Machine Gun Kelly

If this song was released in the early 00s (where it belongs), it would’ve faded into oblivion. At least Halsey sounds pretty solid on her verse though.

35. Running Red Lights (feat. Rivers Cuomo & Pink Siifu) - The Avalanches*

My personal number one for the year. This song has that melancholic, nostalgic feel to it that just hits home every time. Also one of Cuomo’s strongest vocal performances.

34. Everybody Rise - Amy Shark

This song is fine. I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to it, but it’s fun to sing-a-long to.

33. Breathe Deeper - Tame Impala

One of the best tracks from The Slow Rush. I love that piano motif throughout, and the bass is so funky. That weird bridge section towards the end is also pretty slick.

32. Criminals - DMA’s

The real criminals are the ones who told DMA’s this was a good idea. I just can’t get around their new stuff. I miss ‘Hill’s End’ and ‘For Now’.

31. Reasons - San Cisco

Tracks like this keep me from becoming a full time fan of San Cisco. They can really release some average stuff.

30. Bagi-la-m Bargan (feat. Fred Leone) - Birdz

Powerful. Birdz really took it to another level here.

29. Dribble - Sycco

Although I find there’s a lot of similar stuff out there, I think Sycco does sound like an original voice in the Australian music scene. She’s killing it.

28. Straightfaced - Spacey Jane

Although there was a lot of good stuff on Spacey Jane’s debut album, I found it to be quite repetitive. This track was one of the ones that I found to fade into the background instead of standing out.

27. Under the Thunder - Skegss

I really want to like Skegss, they’ve released some great tunes in the past. But this just doesn’t do it for me. It’s just boring.

26. No Plans To Make Plans - Lime Cordiale

Everything that makes new The Rubens tracks so average is presented here on a Lime Cordiale track. Obnoxiously quirky.

25. Reality Check Please - Lime Cordiale

Hey back to back Lime Cordiale tracks. And another one of their weaker ones. ‘Addicted to the Sunshine’ did this chorus better.

24. Blue World - Mac Miller

Didn’t expect this to make it so high but so well deserved. This song slaps hard but still continues the tragic story that is presented on his posthumous album ‘Circles’.

23. Good News - Mac Miller*

Back to back Mac! To be honest, I am close to tears every time this track plays. If only the lyrics “there's a whole lot more for me waiting/I know maybe I'm too late, I could make it there some other time/Then I'll finally discover/That it ain't that bad” were told to Mac before his passing, because he did have so much more to offer. R.I.P. Mac.

22. Complicated - Eves Karydas

This song is so good. I’ve heard it that many times but it still hasn’t lost its shine. So damn good.

21. Energy - KLP and Stace Cadet

I was really hoping this would crack top 20. Probably the best Dance track of the year. Such a jam.

20. Addicted To The Sunshine - Lime Cordiale

Despite thinking that ‘14 Steps To A Better Living’ didn’t have many new tracks that were that good on it, this one is nice. It’s just a pleasantly nice song.

19. You Should Be Sad - Halsey

I really don’t like Pop Country music but I also find it hilarious that the genre cracked the top 20. ‘09 Taylor Swift would be proud.

18. Tangerine - Glass Animals

With Tik Tok exploding in 2020 I don’t get how this didn’t get adopted by someone on it. It’s so primed to get hyped on it.

17. Is It True - Tame Impala

I think Kevin Parker’s vocals on this are underwhelming, but that might just be because the instrumental slaps that hard. The rhythm section is so tight.

16. Screw Loose - Lime Cordiale

This sound is what Lime Cordiale do best. We need more dub influence and less elevator pop influence.

15. Skin - Spacey Jane

No matter what you think about Spacey Jane, they sure do make some emotional tracks. One of the most powerful songs on Sunlight.

14. Tombstone - Ocean Alley

The verses are average and pretty bland but the chorus is amazing. Just don’t think the album resonated with me too much, and Tombstone is another mixed track off it.

13. Rockstar - Mallrat

Possibly Mallrat’s best song yet. Her laid back, relaxed style mixed with the low-fi production really meshes well.

12. Get on the Beers (feat. Dan Andrews) - Mashd N Kutcher

I’m not going to pretend this is my style, but the way this has resonated with Australians during lockdown last year makes the track way smarter than it deserves to be. It’s both ironically and unironically good.

11. On Our Own - Lime Cordiale

I’m happy the three best new tracks of Lime Cordiale’s debut were the highest placing in this countdown. This really is a nice song.

10. Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Not my favourite songs from Billie but she continues to be consistently good. The production on this is immense as well.

9. I’m Good? - Hilltop Hoods

I wish old school Hilltop could hear this so could prevent themselves every going this direction. Aussie Hip Pop is not a good genre. This is one of their worst tracks yet.

8. Sending Me Ur Loving - The Jungle Giants*

This song has so much flavour too it. It’s so funky and fun and the production is so tight. Also the guitar work is underrated here, not doing much but adding that icing on the cake.

7. Hyperfine - G Flip

Every time I hear this track (and I’ve heard it a lot) I completely forget about it a couple minutes later. G Flip is good, but this is forgettable.

6. WAP (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Cardi B

I understand if this isn’t your style, but I love it. I don’t think there’s ever been a song with so many quotable moments. Every line makes a statement that will get in your head. My personal favourite? “ I let him taste it, now he diabetic”.

5. Lost In Yesterday - Tame Impala

There’s a lot of songs on ‘The Slow Rush’ I like, but Lost In Yesterday I’ve always found kinda boring. It feels a little uninspired. Surprised that this was the album’s big hit.

4. Cherub - Ball Park Music*

BPM have released some great music over the decade but I think this is their best yet. It’s beautiful, emotional and has a fantastic, cathartic breakdown at the end. I love a good build up.

3. The Difference (feat. Toro y Moi) - Flume*

Everything about this track is why Flume has been so great for so long. This track is great for any situation. If I’m partying, I play it. If I’m relaxing, I play it. If I’m getting pumped up, I play it. If I’m sad, I play it. Flexibility matters.

2. Booster Seat - Spacey Jane

OHHH-OH-OHHHHHHHH AND IT FEELS LIKE THAT AGAIN! One of the best sing-a-long tracks of the year, yet massively emotional. Like damn this song is rough.

1. Heat Waves - Glass Animals*

If I had one word to express how I feel about this winning I would say “deserved”. Not many tracks were as perfect for 2020 as this one. Glass Animals love writing absolute bangers with emotional cores and this one is one of their strongest tracks. Glass Animals just continue to outdo themselves.

That’s it for now, gonna maybe start posting again. I dunno. See how I feel. Ta-ta.

#triple j #triple j hottest 100 #2020 #triple j hottest 100 2020 #Glass Animals #spacey jane #flume #Ball Park Music #tame impala #cardi b #g flip #the jungle giants #hilltop hoods #billie eilish

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Hello!! I'm so happy that your requests are back up, but I seriously hope you're doing well in these times ^U^!! Could I request a Voltron Paladins x reader (headcanons? Whatever's easiest for you :)) where they all just group together and have a sleepover? Idek why I love this idea so much, but whether it's staying up late at night with angsty secrets or revealing embarrassing fluffy moments, I'm all up for it! Thanks so much <3 I really do appreciate how hard you work though :)

none of you ever say you’re going to have a sleepover. it just kind of happens.

hunk wandered into your room a few hours ago, and the rest of them just followed, hauling blankets and pillows and an entire pizza (thanks Lance) along with them. they spread themselves out upon the carpeted floor, lay down and the sleepover began without anyone needing to announce it.

you lay on your bed, head tilted over the edge as you glare up at the ceiling. the stars make patterns on the white paint, peeking through the opened curtains that none of you have the energy to get up and close. all six of you sit in silence for a while, Lance gnawing away at his pepperoni pizza in one corner, Pidge fiddling with her fidget cube in the other; it’s such a peaceful night, so you’re quite annoyed when Keith ruins it by saying, “remember when we all met for the first time?”

immediately you’re teleported back to that god forsaken day. you were half delirious with exhaustion, you’re pretty sure, but you remember all of it like it just happened yesterday and not nearly seven years ago.

“them hallways were grim,” Pidge grumbles. “remember we had to scrape the dirt off the tiles?”

“i just wanna know what they were paying that janitor to do, because from what i remember, it was us students that did all the cleaning,” Lance says before a shiver runs down his spine. “absolutely vile stuff. never going back there again.”

you glance over at Shiro. he’s staring at the ceiling, the tiniest smile on his face.

“what about you, big guy?” you call over. “do you remember that day, considering you’d just gotten out of surgery?”

Shiro scoffs, not once taking his eyes off the faux constellations dancing over his head. “of course i remember it. how could i forget running into five of the most annoying people i’ve ever met?”

“you say that, but now look at us,” says Hunk. “living together.”

“having sleepovers,” you add.

Lance scowls around his pizza slice. “this isn’t a sleepover. it’s a meeting.”

“oh, yes. a meeting where we all cuddle up and-”

“there will be no cuddling,” Keith grumbles, scooting his blankets away from your bed.

“it is mental, though,” Hunk continues, “that we all met just because Shiro got his arm cut off.” he pats Shiro’s metal arm. “thanks, buddy. we owe you one.”

“what were you all doing in that hallway, anyway?” Shiro asks.

Pidge laughs, throwing her head back as she does so. “personally, i was hiding from the security man; he was looking for ID’s, and i didn’t have mine-”

“plus yours said you were female,” you point out.

“that, too.”

“i’d just got off one of the new cruise ships with Lance,” Hunk says. “my stomach was in knots, let me tell you, and it only got worse when Shiro came out of that room with a robotic arm. one of the worst days of my life.”

you glare at him. “thanks, pal.”

“i was looking for Shiro,” is Keith’s response. “but you all know that.”

you giggle, remembering the months spent teasing Keith for his life’s journey of finding Shiro - he always insists it wasn’t like that, that Shiro was just a good friend Keith was worried about, and despite all of you being aware this was the case, you still teased him into the ground about it.

“and you?”

you look over at Pidge. “what?”

“what were you doing in that hallway that day?” she clarifies.

you shrug, gazing back at the ceiling. “i don’t know. i was just passing through.”

the room drifts into silence. above you, the stars continue to dance. around you, your friends continue to be present; it’s more than you could have ever asked for, more than you think you deserve, but you’re so, so grateful for this very scene of peace that you once believed you would never see again.

it’s mental how these people just happened to stumble into your life out of nowhere; not a single of your life’s experiences would be complete if one of them hadn’t been in that hallway that day, dealing with a problem entirely separate from your own, a problem that somehow managed to interweave with your own. on that day seven years ago, you never would have guessed you would be sat with them all now, bundled in your room like a group of high school kids, reminiscing on a past that doesn’t even seem that long ago, but consists of six people totally different to the six people sitting here now.

Hunk sniffles, destroying the serene silence you somehow found yourself locked in. “i love you guys so much.”

Pidge groans. “Hunk! we don’t do that!”

“did he just say the L word?” Lance cries out. “gross!” but even as they chastise the emotional Hunk, they wrap their arms around him and pull him in for a hug. you grin, slipping off your bed to join the ensemble, unable to hide your own tears of appreciation as you do so.

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