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Well, I certainly made you wait long enough!
Work in progress Promptio tent love. Not sure what to do with the colors… but at least it’s something semi-finished.
I have some more size difference presents for you waiting in the wings, ;3
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keith edging lance until he cries is a great concept
HELL YEAH POWER BOTTOM KEITH here we gooooo i wrote this ALL on mobile excuse any poor formatting:
It came out in gasps, sharp inhales that pierced his lungs, eyes wide open and back arched. The ropes around his wrists burned, but it was a cold heat, the kind that sent lightning charging through every vein, down his spine.
“Fuck, Keith,” Lance choked, his voice low and ragged, sweat and warmth and lust roiling off every inch of his skin. “You’re so—fuck….”
From underneath thick, fluttering eyelashes, Keith’s eyes flickered up, a dark, sultry gaze locking with Lance’s own. That expression, the way Keith’s lips wrapped so perfectly around his cock, velvet mouth swallowing him whole—it drove Lance insane, and he inhaled sharply again, the sight of Keith like this a straight punch to the gut.
Keith dragged his mouth back up, rolling his wrist lazily and suckling on the head like he was hungry for it, couldn’t get enough. Small moans and soft humming emanated from Keith’s throat and Lance couldn’t take his eyes away, couldn’t bear to miss a moment.
Maybe it was a little weird, Lance thought, that he found Keith most beautiful like this, when he was bare and open, a mixture of sharp muscle and gentle curves that left Lance breathless. He wanted to express this sentiment somehow, tell Keith how beautiful he was, but all that came out of his garbled brain was a rough: “you look so pretty sucking my cock.”
Fair enough. It wasn’t a lie.
Keith chuckled and pulled off, which made Lance grunt in frustration. His boyfriend had been teasing him relentlessly all day; thus far, he’d totally refused to let Lance cum, but he could deal with that. Keith wanted him to beg? Sure, he’d do it, if it came down to it.
Apparently Lance had no clue what he was in for.
“Yeah? And you look so fucking good all tied up for me like this, just taking whatever I give you.”
Lance rolled his hips, searching instinctually for that velvet heat once again, for Keith’s adept touch. “Yeah,” he said, “if you give me anything at all, come on Keith..”
Keith ‘tched’ quietly, disapproval clear in his eyes, but he didn’t voice whatever ideas came to his mind next. No, instead he started stroking Lance’s cock, leaning down to suck and tease his balls.
Fingers clenched tight into fists, Lance moaned, his toes curling as Keith licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, from his balls to the head, before swallowing him all down again.
Wow, Lance really had to give props to whatever higher power had decided to bless Keith with the absence of a gag reflex. He barely choked the farther he took Lance’s thick cock down his throat. It felt so good, so tight and wet and warm as Keith went back to sucking, hollowing his cheeks—Lance felt his orgasm building, and he moaned loudly, thrusting up into Keith’s mouth. “Fuck, yeah, baby.” His eyelids fluttered shut, body starting to tremble. “Oh god, don’t stop, I’m gonna—“
And Keith pulled off. Completely.
The sudden cold air against his cock was not welcome, and Lance whimpered, going slack in his restraints at the loss. “Keith…” he huffed. “What fucking gives, man?”
Keith sat up then, moving to straddle Lance. His cunt was dripping, Lance now noticed (sucking cock often did that to Keith), and Lance wanted nothing more than to feel, to taste—but the restraints kept him back. “What ‘gives,’” Keith responded, “is that I’m not done with you yet.” Then, without any other word of warning, Keith grabbed hold of Lance’s dick to line himself up and then sank down, tight pussy clenching around him.
Lance threw his head back and let out an almost guttural moan, pure pleasure taking over as he felt Keith’s pussy pulsing around him. “Shit,” he swore through gritted teeth, “so tight.”
Keith let out a moan of his own, starting to rock his hips, rolling them in delicious circles. Lance yearned to grab onto those hips, to tangle his fingers in Keith’s hair, rub his clit—but he was tied in place and couldn’t do anything but take it—
“Oh, fuck, you fill me up so good,” Keith moaned, eyes screwed shut in near concentration as he fucked himself on Lance’s cock with graceful, fluid motion. “Yeah, Lance, fuck…”
It didn’t take either of them long to speed up, until Keith was now bouncing on Lance’s dick, the slap of their bodies against each other’s resounding throughout their room. Lance couldn’t get enough—Keith could really move, and it left him moaning and groaning for more, desperate to spill inside of that sweet pussy, just let it go…
“Keith,” Lance managed, feeling his cock throb with an aching need. “Keith, aghn, fuck….I’m—“
Off. Suddenly, Lance was fully exposed again and Keith had lifted himself off of Lance’s cock, reaching down to tightly grip the base to prevent an orgasm.
“Shit—/Keith/,” Lance said brokenly, body twitching as the orgasm was robbed from him. “Come on…”
“Mm, no,” Keith said, smirking at him in a way that was absolutely devilish (and devastatingly sexy). “Not yet. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
Lance shuddered, both disappointed by his loss of the orgasm but turned on beyond belief by the rough edge of control in Keith’s voice.
It continued like this not once, twice, but three (maybe four? Lance had lost count) times, with Keith fucking himself fast and wet and dirty on top of Lance, pulling off right as he felt that telltale twitch of Lance’s abdomen, the way he bit his lip extra hard. At this point, Keith had become so attentive in bed, he didn’t need to be explicitly told when Lance was on the verge of an orgasm.
This allowed for what Lance viewed as a very cruel advantage Keith held in bed, one that was currently pushing him to tears.
It was maybe the fourth or fifth time now. Keith had shamelessly came more than once on his cock, cunt tight and throbbing around Lance—but Keith still hadn’t lost his firm grip around the base, so Lance was just left twitching and moaning, unable to reach the climax along with his boyfriend.
Lance was close again. He could feel it, as Keith’s pussy swallowed him up so perfect, clenching around him. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck….” Keith cursed, opening his eyes then to look down at Lance, who was already a flushed, whining, disheveled mess.
Keith grinned down at him, hands running through his own hair. “God, could take your cock all fucking night,” he said, reaching down to rub his clit at the same time. “So good. Why should I ever let you cum? Then I’ll have nothing good to play with.”
As if on cue, Lance gasped sharply, feeling his orgasm approach, and Keith lifted off again.
Lance couldn’t help if. A sob tore through him, and he bucked up wildly, desperate to be back inside of Keith.
“Keith, come on…” Lance said, swallowing heavily. “I need…”
“Need?” Keith prompted. “Come on, Lance, I’m gonna need you to really convince me if you want me to be nice.”
Lance took in labored breaths, and normally he’d hold his ground, but he’d approached and lost orgasm so many times tonight—he was delirious with want and the pure need to cum, dazed and thrusting his hips in a desperate, slutty display.
“I need it,” Lance begged, looking up at Keith. Something hot and wet trailed down his cheek, breath hitching. “Please, Keith, I need more. I need to cum, please, please…”
“Mmm….” Keith hummed, running his hand up Lance’s chest, biting his lip. “Soon.”
It wasn’t promising enough, because Lance needed now. So when Keith touched him again, slow and languorous, Lance let out another sharp sob.”Keith, Keith, Keith, I’ll do anything, anything you want.” His face was streaked with tears, body flush and hot and sweaty. “Anything I promise please just let me cum I—I’ll make you feel good, promise, I just—please!”
That last phrase was so pretty, Keith couldn’t help but moan in response and comply with ease. He slammed himself down on Lance’s cock and went straight to fucking himself rough and fast, teeth clenched and nails digging into Lance’s skin. “Cum in me,” he near-growled. “Fill me up, Lance, come on. That’s what I want.”
Finally, finally, release came, and Lance’s back arched as he spilled deep inside of Keith, filling his cunt with spurt after spurt of his thick, warm cum. The orgasm was so intense as it had followed so much denial—he was shaking, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Keith pulled out and fingered himself nice and slow, drawing out Lance’s cum and sucking on his fingers afterward to taste.
“Oh my god,” Lance managed, “You’re so cruel, y’know that?”
“Hey, rude,” Keith joked. “As if you didn’t just have a mind-blowing orgasm.”
Slowly, Keith untied Lance’s wrists, massaging the angry red marks in the skin with gentle circles. “Fair point,” Lance said, “I guess you could say it was worth it.”
“Duh,” Keith mumbled, and as soon as Lance’s hands were free, he grabbed one and intertwined their fingers. “It was good though, right?”
“Duh,” Lance echoed, smiling softly. “Always is with you.”
We Got a Little Caught Up: hey y’all! so i wrote this monster as a comission for a lovely follower of mine, and thought i’d post it here as well! you can check it out over on my ao3 too! hope you enjoy! also yes, for those of y’all who don’t know me at this point (before you come for me bc of the terminology i choose to use), i am a trans guy, so fight me, lol.
“Fucking hell,” Keith hisses, hand hovering covertly over his bayard, ready to unsheathe it at any moment if the situation calls for it. Distrust and fire is written into the violet flash of his irises as his eyes rove over the map coded into the visor of his helmet. “Are you seeing this? Christ, there’s too many of them for just the two of us.”
“The Blade teach you to swear like that? Yeesh, Kogane,” Lance snorts, though his eyes seem to be searching a map in front of him as well, littered with red dots that mean Galra bodies—and a lot of them. “Yeah, I see it. But so what, think we can’t take ‘em?” Lance swats him playfully on the shoulder and Keith, if he weren’t so tense, would probably swat back—but now isn’t the time for that. “We’ll be okay. If we really need backup we can call for the team.”
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Prompto and Noct go for a late night skinny dip 💦💦
I really wanted to draw a shower scene and well…more Promptis happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"Tell me how good daddy's cock feels" for the smut drabble thing, shiro/lance please!
Hm, I’m a big fan of the structure I gave this one. Also, Shance, like, yes please. But like, DADDY KINK SHANCE, like, YES PLEASE.
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Idol.
Shiro had been missing from the Earth for one year, but he had a general idea of how he was viewed back on his home planet, mostly thanks to Lance, who apparently hung posters of him up on his room.
He wasn’t against the idea of being held in such regard by many of his underclassmen; after all, if he could inspire younger generations to do great things, that was all he could ask for. Still, he never thought there would be posters of him, nonetheless that Lance would obsess over them…well, not anymore, obviously, since he didn’t have them anymore…
Mentor.
Being away from Earth was tough, most of all on Lance. Being with his hero seemed to quell some of that pain, though…of course, as the type of guy who made it a priority to get close with his crew members, it became routine for Shiro and Lance to talk through his homesickness together.
They got rather close…close enough to be comfortable with physical touches, like shoulder touches or hugs…which was good. Lance really needed hugs. Shiro wasn’t complaining about them, either. They were good for him in a lot of ways…and Lance was good for him in a lot of ways, too. After all, he’d been through a lot of traumatic experience with the Galra…and Lance was homesick…the physical contact they shared helped them both. A lot.
Daddy.
Sometimes, Shiro didn’t even know when things took such a sudden and dirty turn in their relationship; there was literally zero buildup to it. Perhaps some sexual tension here and there, but never before had they even talked about sex to each other. And yet, here they were, with Shiro pumping his cock into Lance’s gaping hole, which had been completely ruined by Shiro fucking him at least two or three times per day—even on days that had long missions.
“Your…nngh! Daddy!” Lance’s was desperately trying to pull his legs apart wider and wider, hands hooked behind his knees while Shiro held him down and stared into his eyes while fucking him.
“That’s it, so good…doing so good for daddy, baby. Come on, tell me how good daddy’s cock feels.”
The noises Lance made for him and only him were primitive cries of pure pleasure as he rocked himself back against his daddy’s cock and squirmed beneath him in delight.
“So good…feels so good daddy…your cock is so big…I want it to…ah! To fuck me even harder…!”
Shiro grunted, pressing his face close to Lance’s as they stared each other in the eyes. “Oh yeah? You want daddy’s dick to give it to you even harder? You’re turning into quite the ambitious little slut nowadays…”
Lance cried out as Shiro obliged by his request, shaking his head back and forth as his hole clenched around his thick cock. “You…all because of you, daddy…you did this to me…”
“FUCK!” Shiro roared, eyes turning glassy with lust.
Yes, I did this to you, I ruined you, I created you, made you into the slut you are now. I started this relationship; I turned myself into your daddy, and you…I turned you into a good little daddy’s boy.
“Daddy!”
Every time he heard that word, Shiro was reminded of how this all started. He was reminded of the day he had been feeling extra stressed out and had turned their physical therapy session into sex therapy. He remembered how Lance had sounded so into it that Shiro had decided to impose his personal ‘daddy kink’ onto him, remembered how quickly Lance picked up on that…and now, they fucked like rabbits.
His cock pounded away at Lance’s prostate as if to chip away at it completely with no regard for Lance’s wellbeing; that was just how the bottom boy liked it, of course.
With every harsh thrust of his hips, Lance squeezed his walls around his fat cock, eventually wrapping his legs around Shiro’s waist instead of trying to spread them wider.
“Harder…harder! Hit me harder! Daddy, fuck, daddy please! Make me cum!”
Shiro’s eyes were wild as he fucked Lance’s used prostate into the bed, muscles rippling with his full effort. Within seconds, Lance was linking ankles around Shiro’s back and screaming like the vocal bitch he was as his orgasm hit him.
“Please, daddy, I want yours too…I want to feel you inside…!”
“Greedy little thing…!” Shiro grunted. Lance could never get enough, would never stop asking for more in sex; that was what he loved about him. That was what caused them to push this daddy thing so far, until they ended up here, with Shiro burrowing his cock into Lance’s body to fill him with the seed of his once idol, once mentor.
Both of them panted as Shiro bottomed out his balls into Lance’s waiting hole, leaving his balls grinding against the entrance even as they collapsed against the bed, with Shiro still on top of him.
“…mmm…” Lance moaned, head leaning to the side. “So good…you feeling better?”
Shiro winced and took a few seconds to pant harder as his balls pushed out several more loads into Lance’s body. “Y-yeah…yes. I always feel better after fucking you.”
“Good.” Lance smiled lazily, kissing the side of Shiro’s head. “That’s the point.”
That’s right—that had been the point. They developed their fucking habits as another branch of their physical therapy of hugging and cuddling…
Though, it had become something so much more now. So much more.
Lover.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?”
Pillow princess 🖤
Shiro: You can say it, darling. You’re safe with me. Lance: D-Daddy… Shiro: That’s right- I got you my precious boy.
A redraw of this old thing. <3 I wanted to see how my style had changed over time. :)
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我是不是只要醒到凌晨就會開車????
“Put some clothes on!”
lance just wants to chill around the house
I saw this and i just had to
i can’t believe the only time I post on tum is because i wanna put my sins out there…
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Shance NSFW
I wanna buy the daddy hot pant.
Omg can we have keith with fem lance nsfw? Maybe lance is watching? Or not idk xD I love your fem lance. Short hair and big boobs yeah! (I have big bloods I feel the pain most people draw us as "other girls" sigh)
I am very happy to say that I like you!
Keith x Fem lance NSFW !! ↓
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