#pining-sheith

“There, there, c’mon,” Keith gasped, bent in half, stuffed full, greedy for more. Everything Shiro would give he’d take and he’d swallow it down with a smile. 

Shiro’s white hair caught the light and shone silver with it, as unreal and beautiful on the outside as he was on the inside. Sappy bullshit, still true. Keith groaned when Shiro hit that spot inside, angled up, rubbing him deep. His clit throbbed and he clenched, laughed when Shiro grit his teeth and growled. 

“There we are, Daddy,” Keith whispered, delighted to earn that viciousness that kept Shiro alive and repurpose it for something beautiful. 

Shiro grabbed his hips and bit his neck. The deep, hard thrusts turned to quick snaps that made made the bed frame groan beneath them. Keith held his breath and clutched at Shiro’s shoulders, could hear Shiro gasping just over the roar of blood in his ears. 

His lungs burned, he needed to breathe, he needed Shiro, the twist of his hips and the ache of that thick cock splitting him open and—

Keith screamed as he came, pussy clamping down hard and forcing Shiro right off that edge after him. Together, like always. They held each other, shook and kissed through ragged breath. Shiro went soft and slipped free, but Keith still had him inside, would be leaking him for days. 

Shiro hummed and kissed his collarbone. “Remind me to take more work trips.”

“Next.”

Shiro stared, completely stunned by the beautiful boy waiting off to the side for his morning jolt. Dark, messy, long hair thrown into a messy ponytail matched the wrinkled red shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. A black jacket and black combat boots helped complete the guy’s edgy look, but what sealed the deal for Shiro were the multiple ear piercings and the scowl on his handsome face.

“Next.”

- Sweater vests & Cigarettes on Ao3

Commission for @pining-sheith  ♥  THANK YOU FOR COMMISSIONING ME!

Pretty teachers sheith from her fic Sweater Vests & Cigarettes *coughs* one of my favorite fic! *cOuGhS**

So peeps go read it and go check her profile!! She’s amazing!!

Speedpaint HERE 

CROP TOP KEITH VERSION UNDER THE CUT!!!

yessssssssssssss. 

P: Pretty - The Cranberries (alternate: Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money)O: The Outsider - A Perfect CircleI: If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray (alternate: Infra-Red - Placebo) S: Street Spirit (Fade Out) - Radiohead (alternate: Something I Can Never Have - Nine Inch Nails)O: Once Upon a Dream - Lana Del Rey (alternate: The Only Time - Nine Inch Nails)N: The Noose - A Perfect Circle (alternate: Nothing Else Matters - Lissie (Metallica cover))

bonus track: Mama’s Gun - Glass Animals

all of y’all should now go read @pining-sheith​‘s Stalker AU “Poisoned Paradise” on AO3, and check out @lightningstrikes-art comic, as well. thank you, goodnight.

(sorry for all the alternates, i had SO MANY songs for this AU, seriously)

this 👏 is 👏 the 👏 good 👏 shit

honestly just,,, such a comfortable, domestic mood. they dont need to be doing anything. each other’s presence is all they really care about.

Kellan stared out toward the woods laden with fresh snow. A chill bit at his nose and made him draw his cloak tighter around his body. Even with the lush fur lining he wasn't fully protected. His gloves were doing well enough, though they were becoming worn around their lovely stitching. Still, if he didn't leave the back garden he would be fine. Problem was that was something he wasn't sure he could do. In the gap between the high walls he found his eyes and his heart pulled toward the wilds. His stare lingered until the trees glowed in his vision, their ghosts burned behind his eyelids when he blinked.

The storms were never ending this winter. Every day they were buried further and further until not even the vanner horses could venture out. Wind did not find them, there was nothing to push the storm away. His father made him swear he would not leave their estate. It was too dangerous out there. Monsters would take him.

Even their grounds keeper Vanessa didn’t dare live in the carriage house at a time like this. She was invited to stay with the maids and other staff when the first snows fell. That was why Kellan was so close to just running out into the woods now. There was no one to stop him. Any who could see him would have to trudge through the fresh piles of snow nearly knee-deep and they would never get to him in time.

He looked back toward his home looming in the distance. Maybe he was cursed. Some witch visited when he was a baby, she cured him of a weak heart, but she probably cursed him in that same breath. A wicked and spiteful urge to never settle, to never be happy.