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Not gonna lie, I realize it's been a while since I updated any of my shit. It's mainly because Voltron died out for me a while ago, and I am currently rewatching it but I've gotten other new Fandoms I'm into such as Persona(well I got back into it) and Genshin. If yall want, I might expand my writings to those Fandoms too
I think this is how it feels when I post for the first time in a while
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Hey guys, so quick update. I have not been here for a while because I have been super busy taking care of myself and just going through the motions of life! I am currently in college now but I will work hard to start up my writings once again, and I apologize for just fuckin dying for so long.
As for my works, I will be continuing many of my bottom keith stuff, including Royals In Bed, a second part to both Linked and Brood Mother, and more works for different fandoms such as Percy Jackson(Although my smut for that fandom deals with them aged up and mature).
But yeah, sorry for being dead!
endgame steve, normally: sad middle aged suburban dad lookin button-downs
endgame steve, whenever tony’s around: tight tiddy showing henleys and black leather jackets
For everyone wondering why I haven't been posting much lately- I apologize but I have fallen down the Detroit Become Human rabbit hole and am now obsessed with the game.
After reading your mer klance fic I have since concluded, Keith lacks fight or flight instincts but instead he has fight or fuck instincts.
Those are the best instincts!
Help
I have no idea how to describe this type of lingerie I'm making Keith wear in an upcoming chapter of Royals In Bed- it's like shibari but instead of bondage...its lingerie??? Help??
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Finally! Chapter one is up guys! I hope y'all enjoy! It took a while!
When you finally start typing up your multichaptered fanfic that a lot of people have requested and then AO3 refreshes and you lose everything
The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch men give you when they read you as male:
The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch men give you when they read you as female:
The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch your friends give you:
The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch I give people regardless of gender
The "excuse me, I'm passing behind you" look I give people because I'm too polite and awkward to actively touch someone without permission.
Broodmother
May has always been seen as the month of rebirth.
May was for the new life to blossom into the world and replace the old.
For guppies to hatch and learn of this bright new place around them.
For mates to come together into caves and anemones to create their first clutch together in their lives.
May was for that unquenchable thirst to fuck and breed, to mark and impregnate, to come together.
Keith knew this was what May was for, his almost black tail swaying in the swirling waters as he watched other mermaids in the distance court or be courted. Knew what that insistent itch under his skin was calling him out to do.
But with a glance down, Keith sighed as he knew that itch would go another year unsatisfied.
His tail was too dark. None of those bright, flashy colored scales most mers preferred in a mate. What with the dark violet that bled into his pale skin, a slightly lighter purple underbelly and black stripes that swirled from his spine to his flowering fins, Keith wasn't the ideal mate for another mer.
Hell, even his friend Shiro- a grey bottlenose dolphin mermaid -had found a mate in that dark porpoise named Adam and were currently in their pod with their young.
Maybe…..maybe Keith wasn't made to mate.
At least, that was the thought that ran through his head as he swam through the chilly waters of the ocean. So lost in his own brain that he hadn't noticed the shadow following him through the wreckage of a sunken ship from the upper world.
"Well. What's a pretty little fish doing here, not that I mind being graced with such a beautiful presence." The voice, low and husky but giving the feeling of sunning on a hot day, was what made Keith whirl around with a surprised gasp echoing from his pink lips, bubbles escaping his gills from the action.
There before him, with light brown and grey scales, smooth like gems but as false as fools gold, swam the ultimate predator to fear.
A shark.
Keith felt ice pool in his veins, tail thrashing in agitation as the shark before him neared his form. The shark was larger than the black and purple batfish, nearly dwarfing Keith with his caramel skin and broad shoulders.
"Well?" The shark prompted, reminding Keith of the question he had asked. With a huff, Keith took a small flutter back from the shark, only to release a yelp as the brush of a smooth tail hit his own, right where his ass was.
"I am merely passing through. I'm not taking your territory." Keith answered, voice calmer than the trembling feat he felt inside as the grey tail behind him urged him closer to the predator who smiled- revealing large white teeth that could easily take off Keith's arm the same way another shark took Shiro's.
A dark chuckle sent shivers down Keith's spine as the shark circled him, blue eyes glinting in the murky waters and staring into Keith's purple ones.
"Oh I know you wouldn't try to take my territory, little one. I am asking why you are gracing me with your presence during this time." The shark growled, lips curving into a wicked smirk as his gills widened slightly before going back to normal. "Mmmmmm, what a sweet smelling little fish you are, little one."
Keith jolted, his own gills widening slightly as he inhaled the scent of the shark before him.
This shark didn't smell like the other fish, musky and more like the iron in blood instead of sweet and gentle like an anemone.
Still, the shark smelt just as alluring as any mer Keith had ever met.
"What is your name?" Keith could see the shark was taken aback by his question, blue eyes widening while the water around them whipped his short brown hair around.
Another difference between them, Keith thought as his own long black hair was tied in a braid and swayed- tamed unlike the shark before him.
"Lance. And yours, little fish?" The shark- Lance -asked, swimming closer to Keith and making the paler mer shudder as the scent grew closer as well.
"Keith."
"It's a pleasure to meet such an alluring scent, Keith." Lance grinned ferally, the blue in his eyes fading into the iridescent gold most shark's did when on the hunt.
Boldly, Keith swam forward to meet the shark head on, his small frame curling around Lance's as he puffed out his fins.
It was stupid, performing this mating dance to a predator that could tear him to shreds, but the thought- and smell of Lance -only sent a spark of adrenaline through Keith. Maybe it was his fight or flight instincts, long buried, rising up in the face of a predator like Lance.
Instead of fleeing like his instincts cried for him to do, Keith watched as Lance's eyes skimmed down his body- gaze darkening as his pupils began to dilate from tiny slits. He watched the way Lance stared at his shimmering fins, how his dark tail contrasted with the shark's lighter one.
It was nice- but he needed confirmation to continue. He needed- ah! Keith looked up at Lance, shocked as those big dark hands gently cradled his fin between his claws, as if Keith was a gem to be worshipped.
"It's dangerous, little one, displaying yourself like this to me." Lance purred, trailing a claw to where fin and tail bled into each other before he swam closer to the small mermaid and trailed his hands onto the tiny waist. "I might not let you go if you keep this up. That would be a nightmare for you, wouldn't it? Having to be stuck with a shark and forced to be fucked until you carry his pups?"
Keith heard the slight bitterness in Lance's tone, his indigo eyes glancing from where the shark held him gently to the blue eyes that stared at him inquisitively.
"Our pups." Keith whispered, watching the shock filter onto Lance's face before he surged forward to pull the large man into a bruising kiss.
Instantly, those hands slipped from his waist to the large width of Keith's hips, tightening enough to press his claws into the iridescent purple scales but gentle enough to keep from drawing blood. Keith moaned at the feelings, sliding one hand up into the messy brown locks of Lance's hair and tugging him closer to feel those sharp teeth and soft lips.
Lance echoed his sound- albeit deeper and more like a growl than a moan -while his tail thrashed in the water, kicking up sand, until Keith wrapped his smaller body around it. Back to chest, tail to tail.
It was perfect.
Keith gave a chirp of surprise as he felt one hand release him, fingertips dusting lower until Lance's claw brushed his genital slit- coaxing the folds to part like a budding flower and reveal the pulsing pink hole and wriggling pink cock that unsheathes above Keith's throbbing pussy. Lance's claw doesn't stop there, however, the sharp tip teasing at where Keith is absolutely dripping wet with slick. Globs of the foggy substance cling to Lance's finger as he begins to push the digit into Keith's hole- the size difference making itself known in the way Keith has to stretch to accommodate one finger.
"Fuck. You're so tight, Keith. Is this your first mating, little one? Gods you're so beautiful." Keith shakes as Lance speaks, covering his mouth with one hand as tiny squeals of pleasure try to escape him. It's embarrassing, how hard and wet he is for this stranger, body trembling almost violently against Lance's front.
Lance smirks against Keith's hand, having been pushed away from the kiss at the shock of the intrusion, slowly trailing his lips lower until he begins to kiss and suck at Keith's neck. His blue eyes watch the blood rush up to the skin, leaving the area a bright red before Lance continues to assault the pale flesh while his nails begin to dig deeper.
"You'll make such a good broodmother, Keith…" Lance sighs dreamily as he begins to push in a second finger, watching as Keith finally releases his mouth with a nearly silent trill of pleasure at the stretch. The sound of flesh and scale meeting in a dull clap echo in the near darkness of the wreckage is positively filthy but doesn't deter Keith as his body relaxes enough to accept the second invading finger.
"Oooooh!" If he was more coherent, Keith would've been embarrassed by the sound that left his lips, but instead he trembles as Lance crooks his fingers inside his cunt- nails scratching just right against his velvet walls and making Keith spasm as it brushes against the opening of his womb. And that's when it hits him.
Lance's fingers were deep enough to hit his womb.
It's that thought that releases a scream from Keith's lips, that and the third finger that slowly slides it's way inside of his throbbing pink pussy. Behind him, Lance growls at the feeling of those wet walls clenching around his three fingers as if they were trying to milk him for something. The shark opens his mouth wide and sinks his sharp teeth into Keith's flesh- relishing in the taste of blood and the small mer's scream of absolute ecstasy.
"Fuck!" It's a roar this time that leaves Lance's lips as he tears his fingers out and sees the foggy fluid of Keith's cum float in the water before them, tearing his lips away from the bloody bite mark he had left on the batfish's shoulder. He gives the mer no time to relax, growl rumbling from his throat as he turns Keith to face him, Lance's large body making the pale boy shudder with arousal.
"I'll pump you so full of my cum that you'll keep birthing my pups, addicted to my seed and cock that you'll spread your cunt for me with just a look." Lance growls as his sunkissed hand slides down his own torso until it rests on a discolored section of scales on his tail that reveals his genital slit. Keith whimpers below him as he watches Lance part his own slit with his claws, gasping in surprise as he watches not one- but two wriggling masses of dark brown and grey flesh that unfurl from deep in Lance's sheath.
"Like that, little one? Wanna feel them as I split you open and wreck your pussy beyond salvation?" The shark growls, grasping one of his cocks and rubbing it against Keith's shining pink hole, growling as his other hand reached up to tweak a wobbling nipple. "Gods, you'll be so round when I'm done with you. These tiny tits bursting with milk for my pups and your hole gaping from my cocks."
"Yes! Please! Gods, Lance! Give me your pups! Wreck me! Oh Gods please!" Keith begs, reaching his tiny hands out to dig his nails I to Lance's shoulders, back bowing and mouth open wide as the shark rears back and slams in.
It's not gentle, rough and burning in a way that makes Keith thrash and scream in pleasure, nails leaving red streaks on otherwise perfect brown skin as Lance growls above him- feral and snarling as one hand holds Keith by the waist and the other wraps the smaller's red cock around his fist.
"That's it. Take it like a good bitch and become my broodmother!" Lance snarls like an animal as he begins to thrust- no buildup for the wild and savage tempo that leaves Keith crying out in joy. The cocks inside Keith nearly tear him apart as they stretch his throbbing walls to their limit, clenching and milking both of them as the heads bump against his cervix on every thrust.
It leaves Keith as a drooling mess, his hands barely holding onto Lance as the shark thrusts harder- desperate to force his clutch into Keith's willing womb and mark the mer with his spraying seed.
The waters around them are filled with animalistic growls and wails, sand swirling in a vortex as Lance humps into the mer below him. Every thrust spears his cocks into Keith and punches out small moans of "ah" from red pouty lips as Keith's pussy struggles to stretch and milk the pounding rods inside him.
It's why Keith jolts suddenly as Lance latches onto his nipple, his claws leaving his body to dig into the sand beneath the mer, surprised enough at the action that his cunt relaxes enough to accept more of Lance.
It's the moment Lance's hips smack into his own, however, that makes Keith positively wail. With that final push, his tail thrashes wildly and his pussy throbs and clenches as Keith squirts his cum onto Lance's cocks, screaming as they breech his internal ring of muscle and enter his womb.
"Ah! Lance! Fuck! Ah! F….fuck!....full!" His sentences aren't even coherent, just desperate words strung together as the shark above him grunts louder, hips moving faster and more desperate than before.
"Come for me just like that! Scream my fucking name like a good bitch! Swell with my seed and fucking take it!" The last word ends with a roar as Lance locks up, his hips flush against Keith's while his cocks both spray their cum deep inside the small mer's womb.
Soon, the sand around them begins to settle as Keith pants, dazed and slowly coming back to himself as he looks up at the painting Lance. The shark smiles slowly, sharp teeth stained red from Keith's blood, but it doesn't deter the mer as he pulls the bigger man down for a kiss that's gentler than the first.
"Probably not how I expected my first clutch to go...but I'll be your broodmother if you let me." Keith whispers against Lance's lips as they pull back, the taste of his own coppery blood strong on his tongue but it only makes the swelling in Keith's chest grow when the shark above him nods and smiles shyly.
"I'd love for you to be the mother of my pups, Keith….let's go home so I can breed you somewhere safer next." Lance mumbles happily, not bothering to pull his cocks out as he picks Keith up, their tails entangling as he begins to swim away from the wreckage.
'Home', Keith thought with a dazed smile, clenching his hole around Lance one last time to hear the shark growl in pleasure, 'Home sounds nice'.
Day 6: Supernatural au
Just because I love this so fucking much
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It’s the darkness of the bar that calls him every night. The perfect place to find a meal because this is where the sinners have crawled out from the ground. It’s where the faithless have gone to find their poison of choice. Where the demons dance among the humans like some twisted satanic ritual.
It’s where Keith find his meal in the pulsating bodies that thrum to the same throbbing beat.
His meal is the form of a blue aura, flickering like the flame on a candle yet moving not unlike the windswept waves of the ocean.
His meal is surrounded by many of those not worthy for Keith’s presence, but if he was to be known, he was going to have to make an appearance. The subconscious nod of his head caused a wave of ink to spill from his ponytail, the hair curling around his ivory skin and resulting in an annoyed breath of air to escape his cherry red lips.
The older man serving him drinks, nice face and star light white hair with shoulders cut like stone, glances up and down his body as Keith stands from his stool- only further proving that the outfit he chose was the right choice.
A black crop top clings to his chest so tightly that one glance shows his peaking nipples- sensitive to the cold breeze flowing through warm bodies -standing at attention. Short black booty shorts cup his ass cheeks perfectly, showing the porcelain of his skin as his hips sway with every step. And to top it all off? The fiery red thigh high stilettos that echo with every step.
The black choker of his glamour cage holds tight to his throat, the chain connecting it to the ring pierced through his bellybutton and hiding his true form from the delicate eyes of the humans.
There are many other demons here like Keith. The damned forced to feed on the release that only spills during sex to revitalize them. In the corner, his amethyst eyes catch a glance of another incubus named Lotor who seems to be seducing a pretty female with flowing white hair and bronze skin.
She’s pretty, but she’s not Keith’s meal.
No, Keith’s meal is caught up between two girls but his attention is locked into Keith’s approach. And he’s so pretty too.
Sapphire that looks like it’s been warmed in the flames of hell itself to give it the lustful gaze it has. Long muscular arms the color of the morning coffee Keith had drank when leaving his last meal, but they are barely contained in the blue long sleeves of his dual toned shirt. Tight blue jeans cling to his thighs and calves- his legs seemingly going on for miles without end before stopping at the black and white converse that hid his feet.
And his face? An Adonis in of itself with ocean blue eyes and a mop of chocolate brown hair tousled yet almost styled like so.
So? Keith smiles impishly, making sure he has his food’s attention as he stalks forward and sways his hips with every step he takes. He ignores the girls as he steps right into his meal’s personal space- ignoring the piercing glare they both send him -and looks him right in the eyes as if challenging him.
“Hi.” Ohhhh, his voice is so pleasant as well. Soft and warm like the arms of a lover, but disarmingly so. He had a somewhat shy smile, different compared to the confident smirk he held when talking to the females. Humans are interesting.
“Hi.” Keith decides to keep it simple, his tail almost wagging excitedly at the thought of food. “The names Keith, Keith Kogane.”
“Lance McClain.” His meal- Lance -introduces with his aura flickering out his need. The need to touch Keith’s skin, the need to taste that Keith can requite just as eagerly.
Keith smirks, still, as he grabs Lance’s hand and places it on the bare space of skin between his shorts and top. He leans up on his tip toes, close to Lance’s lip and breathes against him briefly- coyly -before stepping back to instead grind their hips together.
Oh. Oh wow. His meal is definitely a fine piece of meat.
The man trapped in his web pouts at being denied a simple kiss, but groans at the filthy slide of pelvis against pelvis. Keith can only feel his smirk give way to a manic grin before he too moans at the sudden grip of large hands on his ass, squeezing and pulling Keith against Lance’s body. He’s not against it, just surprised that the touch isn’t possessive as other men. It’s just a gentle tug and squeeze like you would do to the shoulders of a friend.
And that won’t do.
Keith hums as Lance and himself keep up this strange mating dance, the bodies around them moving around them like the parting of the Red Sea while the songs change. It’s when they hit the fourth song does Keith decide to do something.
He grasps the large hands and removes them from his ass- a sad parting that has Lance pouting once more -before Keith holds them tight in his own and drags his Adonis towards the bathroom.
He’s hungry not fancy.
And Keith also doesn’t have the time to thoroughly please his meal like he usually does, having promised a friend that he would come by to play video games with her.
So once he opens the bathroom door, he slams Lance against the wall beside it and allows his foot to kick the door shut. One hand resides on Lance’s shoulder, the other clicks the lock on the door to keep them from being interrupted.
His meal levels out an adorable squeak of surprise, causing Keith to smile as he leans up to press his cherry red lips against Lance’s. The tanned male’s lips are already stained a slight pink from Keith’s lip stick, making them seem kiss swollen when they aren’t. An illusion. Like Keith.
Lance moans against his mouth when Keith places his hands on those iron hard broad shoulder and presses harder into the kiss. His tongue flicks against Lance’s bottom lip like a plea for entry to which Lance almost all too easily gives him.
Their tongues dance between them in a fit of passion. There’s a bit too much saliva for Keith’s liking but Lance makes up for it by his strength of passion, a trait shown in the way his large hands trail to Keith’s hips and squeeze in a way to remind the demon that they’re there.
Keith hums pleasantly as he breaks the kiss apart, a spider’s thread of spit keeping them connected before it breaks. Lance attempts to chase his lips but Keith forbids it with a finger tapping against those shiny lips.
“Come on, big boy, let me have my fun.” The words leave Keith with a purr, like the old incantations he practiced as a child. They have the same results, anyways.
Lance’s blue eyes are half lidded with lust, the ocean in them storming without any end to their dark abysses. His shoulders relax under Keith’s right hand and the man eagerly nods his head(the brown hair flopping cutely but Keith won’t ever tell) and watches as Keith slides to his knees.
Keith wastes no time from there, unzipping the jeans carefully over the obscene bulge that stretches the denim and slips the button through the slit. The fly gives way to a pair of navy blue boxers that cleverly hides that darker patch that stains the top of the underwear. It makes Keith smile to see his meals so affected, but this one holds a tad more fondness because of how large he is and it’s a wonder at how he can be contained with that size.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Keith hums instead as he mouths at the bulge- his tail twitching in the glamour at the way his mouth can’t even fit around it fully. And when he lathers the fabric with a few flicks of his tongue? The reaction is beautiful.
“Oooh shit.” Lance gasps our about him, a warmth falling into Keith’s raven hair- Lance’s hand more than likely -and digs lightly into his scalp as Keith continues to lick at the fabric for a few more seconds before deeming the torture unnecessary if he were to eat now.
With the way his nature makes him crave the warmth of cum in his mouth, Keith’s body practically goes on autopilot.
Deft fingers climb up to tease for a moment at the soft strip of skin that stands above the waist band before tugging the navy blue boxers down just enough to release Lance’s dick and balls. It’s quite the sight for Keith, drawing a smile as he tilts his head upwards enough to lick a hot stripe from base to head.
If the tug in his hair is any indicator, Keith would say Lance enjoys this.
With that, Keith slides upwards to lay the head of Lance’s cock against his lips, flicking his tongue out to dig into the slit before he opens his mouth wider to place the hard shaft head against his tongue and sits there.
Keith knows he makes a pretty picture and let’s Lance enjoy it for just one moment before he wraps his lips around the head and sucks.
The man above him nearly sobs in pleasure as Keith goes to town. The incubus shifts between letting his tongue curl against the shaft of the cock to hollowing his cheeks and sucking harshly. Pale hands slither down under Keith’s head to play with Lance’s balls, rolling them in his palm as he finally begins bobbing his head.
“Oh f-ah-fuck! That’s i-it baby. Sooooo g...good for me.” This human is easy if this makes him practically nonverbal but whatever. Keith simply inches his head down further until he feels the head bump into the back of his throat and swallows around it. Keith can feel it too, the way it bumps against the silky walls as his throat constricts before releasing and allowing Keith to bob his head back to take in air once more.
He feels a tug on his hair, eyes flicking up, only to widen at the man himself.
Lance is totally wrecked. One hand lays against his mouth as if to silence the sounds that slip out, his hair sticks to his head with sweat and his eyes are shut tight. The pearly white teeth are clenched tight(enough to worry Keith) and there’s a light tremble to his body that increases when Keith sucks harder. Just as Keith swallows once more and palms the balls drawn tight up to Lance’s body, the human himself releases with a shout that has Keith’s eyes rolling back.
The hot fluid floods his already occupied mouth and forcing Keith to move back until only the head rests in his mouth so he can suck all that comes out. It’s sweeter than any Keith has had, making his own body tremble with a need not there before while cum begins to trickle out from his lips.
When there’s no more but a few weak spurts, Keith pulls away from the head and swallows eagerly just as he stands up.
It’s strange, but Keith can feel it. The tightness in his shorts that have him trembling, the flush in his face that no doubt matches his thigh high stilettos(and his wings and horns) and the sweet nectar that drips from his lips.
Lance is a mess, but it doesn’t stop Keith from leaning forward to bite his earlobe.
“Wanna go again?”
Oh dear
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the three emotions of the gay community
tenderness
yearning
toxic by britney spears
getting notes from gays is so easy and this post was made purely to prove that yall really see the words tender, yearning and britney spears and just fucking slam the reblog button this was a test and you all failed i love us
You act as if Britney Spears’ “Toxic” does not play in my head when I do things like a sassy male runway model.
Britney Spears is my mood-
