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She/Her, Bi, Aromantic. I write gay shit somtimes. Mostly Klance....Only Klance. This blog is strictly for my writing, @formyownamusementposts is my main blog where I reblog stuff that I like.

[notkl]

Imagine...

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•Lance and Keith in a serious studying session that turns into a pillow fight because Lance hid the yellow highlighter.

•Lance combing Keith's hair as they talk about how their day went.

•Lance and Keith spamming pictures of each other in their snap stories.

•Lance and Keith bragging about each other.

•Lance and Keith picking flowers for each other.

•Lance and Keith choosing outfits for each other.

•Lance and Keith matching their outfits.

•Lance and Keith sitting outside, doing nothing except enjoying each others company.

•Lance and Keith laying in bed, trying to watch a movie but Keith is nibbling and biting Lance's neck.

•Lance and Keith trying to bake but they intentionally start making a mess; throwing flour at each other and smearing batter on each other's faces.

•Lance and Keith lighting up when they see each other.

•Lance and Keith knowing how the other likes their coffee.

•Lance taking pictures of Keith while he's sleeping.

•Lance waking Keith up with small kisses all over his face.

•Keith trailing his fingers over Lance's skin.

•Lance and Keith looking up at the ceiling, talking about the universe.

•Lance and Keith staring at each other without the other noticing.

•Lance and Keith tagging each other in "couple goals" posts with comments like "this is so us."

•Lance and Keith making fun of each other's bedhead.

•Lance and Keith standing up for each other.

•Lance and Keith surprising each other with small things...like cupcakes and bracelets.

•Lance and Keith painting each other's nails.

•Lance and Keith going on midnight adventures.

•Lance playing with Keith's hair.

•Lance and Keith playing tag around their house.

•Lance and Keith having a snowball fight.

•Lance and Keith building a snowman.

•Lance and Keith enjoying ice cream together.

•Lance leaving sticky notes everywhere with cute messages like: "I can't imagine my life without you."

•Lance and Keith sharing an oversized hoodie.

•Lance and Keith dancing in the privacy of their own home.

•Keith doodling on Lance's skin.

•Lance and Keith crafting each other Valentine's day cards with cheesy pick-up lines.

[notkl]

Could you possibly write about klance smut?

Pidge’s and Hunk’s gaming sessions can become very competitive very quickly. Sure, it was amusing to watch them bicker with each other and laugh if one of them got “offended”, but the event pulled both nerds into a whole new realm where Lance and Keith didn’t exist. Pidge would shout curse words at Hunk when he passed her, and the other would only make some small comments every once in a while, but it got to point where they were smashing their controllers; completely fixated on the screen in front of them.

Lance slid down the armchair he was currently sitting in, feeling slight discomfort as his shirt rode up with the motion. He decided to ignore it though, letting his legs fall open slightly as he let out a sigh. His eyes felt heavy, and the soft chair did not make it easy to stay awake.

He let his tired gaze roam around the living room, eventually falling on Keith who was sitting in the opposite corner. He too, was looking at the screen with a sleepy expression, the flashing lights from the TV illuminating on his skin. His hair was a bit messy, and his tank top’s sleeve had fallen down his shoulder. Lance watched him, finding him more intriguing than the game.

Keith rolled his head to the side, his eyes meeting with Lance’s. They stared at each other, both of them not breaking their tired expressions. Lance watched, as Keith looked him up and down, stopping for a moment on the skin that was exposed on his stomach, before coming back up. He let his tongue run over his lower lip before biting down on it, shifting slightly on his spot. A heavy gulp pushed itself down Lance’s throat at the action, the pit of his stomach stirring in interest.

Keith smirked, glancing at Pidge and Hunk for a moment, making sure that the two of them were still emerged in the game, before turning back and giving Lance the look. He knew what it meant, he knew what Keith wanted. Lance watched as the other got up from his spot, murmuring a small “going to the bathroom…” (which, of course, went over everyone’s head), and walking silently up the stairs.

When Lance felt that it wouldn’t be suspicious to follow Keith, he pushed himself up, not bothering to say anything as he tiptoed on to the second floor.

The bathroom door was opened, a yellow light shining in the otherwise dark hallway. Lance made his way over, taking slow and steady steps. He stopped in front of the opening, letting his eyes drink in the sight he was met with.

Keith leaned against the open wall on the opposite side of the sink, His arms were crossed, showing off the toned shape. He was looking back at Lance, the expression he was wearing could only be described as hungry.

Lance stepped in, closing the door behind him, never breaking eye contact with Keith.

“Took you long enough.” The dark-haired boy muttered, pushing himself forward, trapping Lance between him and the door.

Lance didn’t say anything, only giving a playful smirk as a reply.

Keith rolled his eyes, closing the distance between them, giving them both the satisfaction of feeling each other’s lips.

The kiss got heated quickly, both of them eager. Hands started to roam up and down, disappearing under Lance’s shirt, brushing over his sides and lower back, pushing him closer. Keith let out a groan when he felt Lance grind up against him, the sound muffled by the mouth pressed against his.

Lance pulled away, burying his face in the other’s neck. “Shh…you don’t want them to hear us.”

Keith let out an almost animalistic growl, placing his hands under Lance’s thighs and picking him up.  He carried the boy over to the sink, propping him on the edge.

“You better watch your mouth.” He murmured, biting down on the exposed skin under Lance’s jaw, forcing out a small whimper.

“Hmm…Or what?” Lance teased, locking his legs around Keith, their hips pushing together.

Letting out a pleased hum at the action, Keith pulled back, leveling Lance with a devilish smirk. “I’ll have to put it into good use.” He continued to attack the delicate skin in front of him, marking it.

“Ah~…like I would mind…” Lance sighed, grinding upwards, liking the way the friction was affecting Keith.

Before it got too fun for the short haired boy, Keith picked him up again, walking backward until his back hit the wall. He connected their lips, moaning lowly at the pace they were moving in. The feeling of Lance’s hard-on rubbing up against his own made him lose his breath, and he struggled to keep them steady.  

Noticing that Keith needed some help, Lance decided to let himself down from the strong grip, placing his feet on the floor. During the movement they never once stopped making out, keeping their lips together with determination.

Lance took Keith’s bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it slightly before slowly sinking down on his knees. Keith watched as Lance let his hands slide over his chest and sides, shivering at the smooth contact.

“Think you can keep quiet for me, pretty boy?” Lance cooed, sliding Keith’s pants down, biting and nibbling on the sensitive skin there. Not giving him what he actually wanted.

Keith felt the pleasure and irritation bubbling up inside as he watched Lance do his thing. He just wanted to take his jaw and shove his cock between those pretty lips, feel the back of his throat tickle the tip as tears would threaten to spill. “Stop being a fucking tease.” He growled, taking ahold of Lance’s hair and pulling him away from his crotch.

Moaning at the slightly stinging feeling in the roots of his hair, Lance looked up at Keith with hooded eyes. He slid his hands slowly up Keith’s thighs, stopping at the hem of his boxers, dipping his fingers under the brim. Pulling the piece of cloth down slowly, he watched from further away as Keith’s cock sprung out.

Lance felt the strong grip let go of his hair and move behind his head, guiding him towards the price. He opened his mouth, making sure to look straight up when he felt the tip rest heavily on his tongue.

Closing his lips around the thick shaft, he started to move slightly, letting his hands rest on Keith’s thighs. He sunk down, focusing on relaxing his throat as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the base.

“Fuck…Lance…” Keith sighed, adding more force to the hand placed behind Lance’s head. “Taking it so well, you’re almost there.”

Swallowing thickly, Lance felt a shiver run down Keith’s body as his nose got buried in dark curly hair. Keith held his head still; one hand coming to cup his cheek and wipe away a tear that was sliding down the smooth skin. “Good boy,” He whispered, smiling down at Lance.

The praise went straight to Lance’s dick, and he felt himself fall forward, getting even closer to the base. The response from Keith was worth the gag reflex his was trying to keep at bay. He watched as Keith threw his head back, letting out a deep groan. The hand on the back of Lance’s skull relaxed, and he was able to pull away, breathing heavily.

Both of them didn’t stay idle for too long. Keith took a hold of Lance’s face again, edging him to open his mouth. Lance obliged, readying himself for what was about to go down.

The trusts started out slow, agonizing. Keith made sure that Lance could feel every bit of his cock slide down his throat. Once he was satisfied with the way Lance was trying to change the pace on his own, he started to push down faster. Holding Lance’s mouth open, watching as saliva dripped down the other’s chin and on to the floor.

“You better not close your eyes. Look at me!” Keith said a little too loudly, both faltering for just a moment, hoping that Hunk and Pidge didn’t hear them. Lance followed the order, forcing his eyes open, keeping them steadily on the violet eyes looking down at him.

After a moment of sliding his cock back and forth, Keith's movements started to get sloppy as his knees threatened to give out. “Ah…-Lance…I’m so close.” Was the only warning he gave before forcing Lance’s head down all the way, coming deep down his throat. He kept the boy there, enjoying the stretched and swollen lips around his shaft.

Once he let go, Lance deflated, sinking down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at Keith who was currently pulling his pants up.

“Come on…Get up.” He whispered, offering Lance his hand which the other boy took. He was pulled against Keith, one hand coming to rest on his lower back. Their lips connected again, slower than before, almost gentle.

Keith turned them around so that Lance was the one pressed against the wall, he pulled away from his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses and small bites along his neck. Lance moaned when he felt Keith palm him through his pants, his hips bucking towards the contact.

“Shh…I’ll take care of you.” Keith mumbled into his ear, sliding his hand down Lance’s pants and gripping his hard cock. His mouth went back to attacking the sensitive skin all around Lance’s neck, knowing exactly where to bite to have the other boy at his mercy.

Lance cried out when Keith’s thumb brushed over his tip, his hand coming to subconsciously cover his mouth. Keith smirked against his neck, squeezing the tip of Lance’s dick, feeling the precum drip over his fingers.

He started to move his hand, going slowly, liking the way Lance was curving in on himself, trying to keep himself quiet. Keith knew what movements made Lance cry out his name, he knew what made the other boy ascend into submission.

“You look so good, so beautiful.” Keith whispered, his hand picking up the pace. He was fully aware of how much Lance liked to be praised, how much it affected him. “Look into that mirror, tell me I’m lying.” He continued, nudging Lance a little.

Lance looked up, coming face to face with his reflection in the mirror that was placed on top of the sink. He observed the image; Keith’s hand down his pants, his face buried in Lance’s neck. His own expression was wrecked, brows furrowed and eyes on the verge of tears.

Keith went faster, letting out heavy moans of his own at the sight looking back at him.

“Keith…-Ah! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Keith kissed him, burring his tongue deep inside Lance’s mouth, tasting the bitterness that was still lingering. Lance came, the loud shout muffled by Keith's mouth against his.

The hand in his pants kept moving, working Lance though his orgasm.

They stood there for a moment, breathing each other in, before sliding down on to the floor.

“They definitely heard us.” Lance mumbled, still a little high.

Keith chuckled breathlessly, closing his eyes and leaning against Lance’s shoulder. “I can’t be bothered to care.”

Took me long enough to write this one! Hope you enjoyed.

[marukmpos]

Klangst + Black Paladín Lance commission 💙❤️ poor babies got hurt in so many ways. 😢

[notkl]

Very happy with the way it turned out! Thank you for being so quick, it's beautiful ❤

[notkl]

Request: During a fight on Daibazaal Lance falls into the inter dimensional rift. Team Voltron tries to find a way to rescue him and Lance tries to find a way out. But the longer he stays in the rift the more he loses his memories. Somehow, Keith has to use their bond to save Lance before he forgets who everyone is and loses himself. 

“Lance! Can you hear us?!”

Pidge’s voice was rushed and panicked as she cried through the comms, her fingers pushing buttons left and right, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Meanwhile, Hunk and Keith were circling the open rift, helplessly looking for a different way to approach the situation. Both were eerily quiet, the only sounds being Keith’s heavy breathing as he pushed his lion forward, giving every ounce of energy he had.

Lance let out a groan, the inside of his skull felt numb. “Yes-ugh…I can- I can hear you…” He tried to get his lion to move, but it wouldn’t budge. Blue’s lights were fading, her power becoming less present in Lance’s mind. He was slowly falling deeper and deeper, the opening becoming smaller.

He felt himself grow weaker. His heart was pounding in his chest as the headache grew.

“I-I can’t feel Bl-” Lance cut himself off, the word coming out of his mouth dissolving into a blurry image in his mind. “I-I…” He stuttered, trying to get the words out.

“Lance, what is it?” It was Hunk…it had to be…right?

“I don’t…know.” He muttered back, his mind drawing a blank as he tried to understand the situation he was in. “Where…?” Lance looked down at his hands, confused as to why he was covered in armor.

“I think he’s losing it!” We need to do something!” A high-pitched voice shouted in his ear, but he couldn’t quite figure out who it belonged to.

“What do you mean he’s ‘losing it’?!” Another panicked voice asked, deeper but still high-pitched. “Lance-listen to me!” The order made him look out the large window in front of him, the bright yellow light forcing him to squint. He could barely make out a red object hovering over the small opening.

“It’s me…Keith…do you remember?” The voice was calmer than before, a slight trace of panic still hearable.

“Keith…” Lance whispered, the name sounding familiar.

“Yes…uhh…we’re the paladins of Voltron…”

“Voltron…?”

“Damn it…I-” A deep breath carried over the comms. “What do I do?”

“I don’t know dude-but you better hurry up.” The owner of the heavy voice seemed like they were collected, but for some reason, Lance knew that they weren’t.

Everyone fell quiet, Lance started to feel more light headed as his eyes were slowly closing against his will.

The small blue light in his mind was pulsing weakly, holding onto whatever power it had left. Lance focused on it, not really knowing why.

“LANCE!” Someone screamed, but he was too intrigued by the light.

“You have to help him, you have to.” The alarmed sentence echoed in his mind. Lance felt like he was falling, the air around him was dense as he struggled to hold on.

The blue light dimmed.

For a moment it felt like all hope was lost. It felt like there was nothing driving him to breathe anymore. He could still hear someone faintly trying to reach out to him, but he couldn’t answer.

And then a striking red hue started to grow in his mind, getting brighter and brighter. It got to the point where Lance had to open his eyes, immediately noticing the purple hue in the cockpit. He looked out the window again, the once small opening getting larger.

“What did you do!?” A voice Lance recognized belonging to Pidge shouted, relieved.

“I-I don’t know…I just-” Keith mumbled in disbelief, clearly not knowing how to react to the whole situation.  

“Who cares?! He’s alive!” Hunk chimed in, happiness pouring out of his best friend.

Keith chuckled. “Yeah…” He said breathlessly, watching as the blue lion emerged from the rift.

 Hopefully, you liked it Aki! 

Didn’t really know how you wanted the “bond” to be represented, so I just went with the lions :)

I’m still taking requests!

(I try not to make these too long)

[notkl]

Snap me harder

Rating: E

Keith finds a snapchat username tagged in a public bathroom with a shameful yet funny message attached to it. "Add me on snap for free nudes ;) @sharkboy"

Who is Keith to pass up on an opportunity like that?

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Keith has always been a rational thinker.

He didn't do anything before properly going over the risks and challenges he might face, and he definitely didn't do stupid shit like this.

Staring at the username on his screen was a bizarre feeling. The characters seemed to be mocking him, making him feel like a desperate teenager, intrigued by a stranger offering nudes on a filthy public bathroom wall. I mean honestly...this could be anyone. It could be an old man or even someone who is underage for fuck's sake! The possibilities were endless, and yet for some reason, Keith wanted to play around. He wanted to take the risk.

It's been a while sense Keith has fooled around at all...he's been too busy lately. And when an opportunity like that presents itself out of nowhere, it would be stupid not to see what it's all about.

Okay, so he's doing this.

It would probably be smart to play it safe at first, make sure he knows who he's talking to.

Taking a blank picture, he wrote a simple "Hi." in the black box, looking at it for a moment before tapping the stranger's username and sending it off. He placed his phone down on the bed, regretting his decision almost immediately. Still, he found himself glancing at the phone with shifting eyes, trying to convince himself that he wasn't desperate to get an answer.

The loud 'ping' coming from the device had Keith reaching for it faster than he'd like to admit.

He was faced with a blurry picture of what looked like a houseplant with the text "Hello? Who is this?" displayed on the screen.

Okay, so they were playing it safe as well. That's fine.

Keith decided to just go for it, snapping a picture of the lower half of his face with only his chest and chin showing. Writing "This is Keith. I found your username in a public bathroom?". Yup, that should work. Telling your first name isn't that bad, right?

It took the stranger a little longer to open this one, but the response was almost immediate. "Oh, I didn't think that would actually work..." and then another image, resembling the same one that Keith took, "Well hello there Keith ;). The names Lance xx."

Observing the image, Keith made note of the dark skin and sharp jaw. This 'Lance' didn't look like an old man...but Keith needed to make sure, he can't risk it.

"How old are you?"

"Haha, I'm 19. Wbu?"

"21."

"Cool. xx"

The last image was of a playful smirk, showing off white teeth that had Keith sweating, something heavy and warm starting to pool in the pit of his stomach.

He closed his eyes. Lance is 19, he's not underage, he's not old as fuck. Maybe Keith could let himself have fun with this one.

It's been a while since he's actually done something like this. He was by no means a viring, but he didn't really know the best way to approach this. Maybe he should ask first...make sure that both of them were okay with...whatever this is. Maybe Lance had rules? Oh god, this is unnerving. It isn't supposed to be this confusing, right?

Keith let out a heavy sigh, looking at his screensaver.

A snapchat notification popped up on the empty display and Keith reached for his phone, opening the message.

"Are you interested?" The image was taken from an upper angle, showing off long legs and a shirtless chest. Keith started at the picture, thankful for the unlimited viewing time. Lance looked good, or his body did...Keith would love to be between those legs. Shaking his head at the thoughts swimming inside his head, he tapped the screen and the image disappeared.

Staring at the now opened message box had Keith thinking to himself. This guy didn't seem to have any filter...is this his kink or something? Sending nudes to random strangers?

"Do you get off on sending images like that to strangers?"

"Yes. Are you going to kink shame me?" The picture showed only a small frown on the other boy's lips, and before Keith could answer, another message came through. "Besides, you're the one starting a conversation with me. Admit it, you want this xx." Keith scowled at the text. Lance was right, and there's nothing he could do about it.

Keith snapped an image of his chest again, this time placing his hand gently on his shirt. "You got me there."

"I'm always right." The smirk was back again and Keith had to take a deep breath, his mouth felt dry and his heart rate was picking up. "Also, those gloves are kinda hot..." Lance was biting his lip, a slight flush covering his dark skin. Keith glanced at his hand, smirking to himself.

He placed two fingers on his lips, parting them slightly, making sure that he was showing off his gloved hand. This time he took a picture with his eyes also in the frame, too interested to care about consequences anymore. Keith tapped on his screen, knowing exactly what to say. "Yeah? I wear them all the time." Satisfied with the way he was handling the situation, he sent the image.

While he was waiting for a response, he decided to lay down on the bed, make himself comfortable. With the way this was going, he was definitely going to need to be as comfortable as he possibly could.

The response from Lance was opened swiftly, and the image greeting Keith had him gasping quietly. "Hmm...you're diving me crazy over here with those pretty eyes of yours." Lance was palming himself through his jeans, his fingers gripping the area tightly, letting Keith's imagination run wild.

God if only those were his fingers, palming Lance, forcing unholy sounds out of him. Watching as the boy throws his head back, griding down on the pressure. Fuck Keith was getting hard, fast.

Realising that he doesn't actually know what Lance looks like from the mouth up, he decided to take matters into his own hands, not scared to just say what he wants anymore.  

"Show me your face."

For some reason, Lance took a little bit longer to answer this time and Keith was getting impatient. Just as he was about to send another message, an image came through. "Anything for you xx" was written in the black box which was placed just under Lance's chin. Bluish eyes seemed to be shining as a cocky smirk was decorating the incredibly good-looking face. Keith looked at the image for a little bit, going over every detail, especially enjoying the lip piercing that wasn't there before.

"You look good...I like the piercing." Keith was still playing it kinda safe, wanting Lance to take the next step.

"Mhmm...I've heard it does wonders when I suck cock." Keith choked on air as he read the message, going over it again and again. Lance was actually going to kill him, and Keith would probably be thankful. Observing the rest of the image, Keith noticed that Lance was running his thumb over his lips, the piercing was being slightly pushed outwards and Keith got to imagine what it would be like if that hoop dragged up and down his dick.

Okay, enough games. Keith pulled his shirt off and switched to the back-facing camera, angling it at a lower perspective so that the tent in his pants could be seen perfectly. He had to retry a few times until he was satisfied with the image. "I want you here, right between my legs." He smirked at the sight before him, watching as the 'sending' label updated to 'sent' and was then immediately opened.

A new message soon followed, the anticipation driving Keith crazy as he tapped on the red box.

"I'd love to be there, running my hands down your thighs, mouthing you through your clothes..." Lance had two fingers in his mouth, saliva dripping down the digits. His eyes were hooded and filled with want. Keith gulped, being only slightly aware of the timer going down in the upper-right corner.

As the image disappeared, Keith needed to take a moment to think of his next move. He has to follow up with something amazing, something that'll leave Lance craving him more.

He practically threw his phone as he reached for the hem of his pants, pulling them down with no grace, struggling slightly. He leaned back, the material of his boxers uncomfortable as he moved his cock around, angling it so that Lance could get the best view of his bulge. "I deserve more than 2 fingers, Lance." Perfect.

Keith was expecting another image of Lance with more fingers shoved down his throat, but instead, he got a video. Raising an eyebrow, he clicked on the purple box.

Lance was laying on a bed, his fingers running down from his mouth past his chest and stopping at the hem of his boxers. He pulled the hem up, giving Keith a beautiful view of dark pubic hair. The video stopped as soon as Lance was about to show off his dick. Keith let out a growl, unsatisfied with the outcome.

"Show me more." He demanded.

"Someone's eager xx"

"Lance."

"Mmm...okay."

Keith watched as the picture disappeared, holding his breath as he waited for another video.

And soon enough, the same purple box filled the empty white one. Keith gripped his phone, tapping on the message.

Lance's fingers were still on the hem of his boxers, he was sliding them back and forth, giving Keith only a little glimpse of the skin underneath. He dipped his hand all the way down the piece of clothing, gripping himself slightly. A moan could be heard from behind the camera, the sound making Keith's eyes widen as his hand moved swiftly to his own cock.

"Ahh...Keith..." Holy shit, Lance was moaning his name and it sounded so fucking hot. The hand in the video moved slightly faster, the boxers still shielding Keith from the full view. "Hngh...Keith...Ah-...ju-just like that." The broken voice had Keith's cock twitching, his hand working faster.

The video ended without a warning, and Keith stopped his hand.

"Did you come?" He asked, a little disappointed.

"No...I stopped just in time." Keith smirked, glad that this wasn't over yet. "It's your turn." Slightly confused for a moment, Keith looked at the message, trying to figure out what to do.

And then it hit him.

Deciding to just give everything, he started the recording, wasting no time in pulling down his boxers, letting his dick free. He recorded his cock for a little bit before gripping it softly, moving his hand up and down. He held in his moans, only letting out the occasional deep sigh as his hips pushed up against his own will. Keith made sure to squeeze at the top, watching from the screen as precum leaked down his shaft.

He sent the video as fast as he could, not wanting to think about it too long.

Waiting was the worst part of this, watching as the purple boxes turned white one by one in the chat feed made Keith nervous,

Luckily, an image was sent from Lance. "I need you to come for me during the next videos, okay?" The picture was of Lance's face, his expression looked wrecked and his eyes were pleading, pleading for Keith.

Despite not enjoying the ordering around, he decided to just reply with "Okay.", not making a big deal out of it. Lance opened the picture and followed it up with a row of videos.

The boxers were now gone and Lance was holding his cock, his legs were spread open as he pushed his hips upwards slowly, not afraid of letting out moans. "Ah-...Keith...Fuck you're so big..." Keith watched, his hand moving in the same rhythm as Lance. "Keith-I-I'm so close..." Lance picked up the pace, going faster and faster, letting out rapid breaths and the occasional whine. "Yes-YES-don't stop!" He screamed, coming all over his hand, and then switching to the front-facing camera, recording his own face as he orgasmed,

"FUCK LANCE!" Keith yelled out, keeping his eyes on the video that was still playing on his screen, not minding the spurts of come making a mess on his bed.

The video disappeared and Keith let his phone drop on his chest. His heart was beating loudly in his ears as he kept his eyes closed, trying to steady his breathing.

A 'ping' could be heard from his phone and Keith reached for it slowly, sliding it open with his clean hand.

Lance was wearing a dopey smile, his hair sticking everywhere. "That was...amazing. Did you finish?." Keith let out a small laugh.

He responded by taking a picture of his come-covered hand. "Yeah, and it really was amazing."

"So...you wanna go again?" Keith laughed out loud this time, genuinely taken aback by this Lance guy.

"Give me 5."

"xx"

[mothmantic]

Little commission I did a while back for a fic @kitiliisu is working on🖋

[notkl]

I'm so happy with the way it turned out! ♡

[notkl]

Klance Motorcycle Gang AU

Okay, guys...I’m definitely writing a Motorcycle gang AU for Klance...I even commissioned art for it. It’s E rated and it’s 3 chapters long. It will come out soon...I promise. Meanwhile....have some sneak peeks: 

Lance is in a gang called ‘’The Alteans’’

Keith is in a gang called ‘’The Galra’’ (Original. I know.)

Both gangs HATE each other  

But Keith and Lance take it to a whole new level

-They fight all the time...and I don’t mean petty bickering...I mean full-on fistfights. 

-Whenever they get the chance to jump each other, they take it.

-The fights end with the other gang member having to pull them apart because it’s getting too violent. 

-They try to bring each other down all the time, especially before a race.

Both of them have tattoos and piercings

Basically a bad boy aesthetic

-Lance has a nose stud on the left side of his nose, two earrings and a neck tattoo. He also has a few other tattoos that only a few know about ;)

-Keith has a nose ring and a necktattoo...but he also has a few other tattoos and piercings hidden...

It is forbidden to form a relationship with the opposing gang members. 

-They agreed on only talking to each other during racing events and if they were having a fight

Oh yeah....they race

-The two gangs meetup every month to race.

-The races are split into sections. First the leaders race, then the right-hand men, and then the other members. 

-Keith and Lance are both right-hand men in their respected gangs

So...How about a little drabble...? (I can not guarantee that this will be in the final story...BUT SPOILER WARNING ANYWAY! I WILL MOST LIKELY TAKE IDEAS FROM THIS)

NSFW DRABBLE (SPOILERS)

Keith pushed Lance against the closed door, the impact letting out a loud ‘thud’. They both struggled in the cramped space, trying to fit their broad shoulders between the janitor closet’s many shelves.

Too turned on to care, Keith backed up a little, forcefully gripping Lance’s jacket and pulling it out of the way, exposing the other's neck.

Lance let out a low groan as Keith’s warm mouth connected with his skin, the feeling of sharp teeth making his legs a little weak. Keith let his hand roam up Lance’s body, brushing over his sides and chest until stopping at his hair, gripping it tightly, forcing Lance’s head to the side.

Keith continued to suck on Lance’s neck, marking every small bird that was tattooed there, liking the new angle that he was possessing.

As much as Lance was enjoying the treatment, he didn’t enjoy the power that was in his rivals hands. He wanted, no. Needed, to make Keith feel submissive. 

With a swift motion, Lance turned them around, enjoying the shocked expression on the otherwise blank face. 

Before Keith could protest, Lance was pushing a knee between his legs, pressing them open. Keith let out a low growl at the sensation, his eyes closing against his will. 

Lance smirked at the reaction, letting his hands roam downwards, stopping at the edge of Keith’s jeans.

“Say you want me.” Lance said, his voice husky and dominant. Keith opened his eyes, the sharp edge in his gaze still there.

“You are the one who wants me.” He answered in a whisper, his eyes closing slightly. 

A frown stretched itself onto Lance's face, he scoffed and pressed his knee upwards, watching as Keith struggled to keep the sounds in. 

He leaned close to Keith’s neck, letting his warm breath brush over the light skin. 

“Say. You. Want. Me.” He breathed against Keith’s ear, biting the lobe for good measure.

Keith chuckled, the tone mocking, and Lance didn’t like it one bit.

“Never.” He stated, griding himself down on Lance's knee and letting out a deep sigh. 

Lance’s insides burned with fury. They were gonna be here for a while. 

 The fic is called: Riding it

[notkl]

Klance headcanons #2: Embarrassing things Lance does in public

Note regarding my Spanish Lance fic is at the end of the post.

Enjoy some Klance content, my dudes.

                  Lance likes to embarrass his boyfriend a lot in public.

At the mall:

In clothing stores, Lance picks up some random item of clothing and starts talking about how the item would look incredible on his beautiful and amazing boyfriend.

But he isn’t talking quietly to Keith, instead, he’s practically yelling through the whole store even though Keith is right next to him.

He wants to make sure that everyone knows how much he loves his boyfriend. 

Keith gets really flustered because people are staring.

K: “Lance, shut the fuck up. I swear to god.” 

L: “But babe! Look! It’s red!! It’s YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR!” 

K: “STO-”

They have been kicked out at least eleven times from different stores.

//

When they walk past some other couples, Lance always makes a comment on how he and Keith are cuter.

L: “Yeah, your matching shirts are cool and all, but I bet you can’t cuddle for 14 hours straight-yeah waLK AWAY!”

 K: *Heavy breathing*

//

Lance goes into shoe stores and tries to find the most ridiculously long heels. 

And it wouldn't be worth it if he didn’t try to walk in them.

So he and Keith spend 20 to 30 minutes trying to get Lance to walk perfectly in 6-inch heels.

They walk around the aisle, Lance holding on to Keith and trying not to fall over from laughing too hard. 

Keith would be fine with this If every once in a while someone didn’t walk past them and obviously judge them.

But having Lance hold on to him and smile at him brightly makes everything more than worth it.

And once Lance actually manages to walk a little on the heels without immediately falling over, the whole aisle becomes a fashion show.

Keith is on the other side of the aisle, watching as Lance walks forward, his hips swinging from side to side, one long leg moving in front of the other. 

Lance stops and poses, shooting flirty looks over his shoulder, and then walks back.

K: *HEAVY FUCKING BREATHING*

//

At grocery stores, Lance jumps into a shopping-cart and makes Keith push him around. 

He makes embarrassing car noises and pretends he’s turning a wheel with his hands when they make a turn. 

And when they return the cart after loading their groceries into the car, Lance convinces Keith to sit in it while he pushes him around the parking lot.

You can hear screaming and loud laughing from miles away.

//

When they go to Starbucks, Lance purposefully orders Keith’s drink with the name spelt wrong, 

L: “Yeah, can I also get uhhh...a vanilla hot chocolate?”

Barista: “Okay. and name please?”

L: “Kevin.”

K: “Lance...”

L: “Kelly?”

K “For fucks sake.”

L: “Steve?”

Keith just walks away.

//

At makeup stores, Lance does a full-face look with the “try me!” products. 

He makes Keith record him.

L: “So now we’re going to take this, brown eyeliner, and draw the wings that will save us all.”

K: “That’s a brow pencil.”

L: “Whatever Keith, I am the prettier one now.”

In the end, Lance looks like a goddamn clown.

He chases Keith around the store, trying to kiss him.

L: “C’moon babe! I just want a kiss!”

K: “staY AWAY YOU FFFUUUUU...-!”

Lance manages to corner Keith and kiss him all over, making sure to smudge his face against his.

They leave the store with makeup all over their faces and clothes.

//

And you better fucking believe that Lance is one of those people who take double-chin pictures on every Ipad and set them as the wallpaper.

He runs around, giggling violently as he snaps pictures.

Keith can’t help but wonder what went wrong.

But when Lance asks him to join, he hesitates only a little.

In the end, every screen in that part of the store has a beautiful image of Keith and Lance from the most unflattering angle. 

I want to apologize for taking so long with the Spanish Lance fic. I'm having motivational problems with it...I'm especially sorry for the person who offered to help me...maybe I’ll get it out someday.

Sorry for any mistakes, and sorry if these are similar to other headcanons...

[notkl]

Push me over the edge

Rating: E

The feeling of going into heat is something that Keith would never get used to.

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After so many times of experiencing it, you would think that he would be prepared, but no. The slowly building up fever pushing through his whole body while he was trying to keep himself steady against the castle walls was getting annoyingly uncomfortable. The distant noises coming from the kitchen were ringing in his ears and the dizzying smell was messing with his head.

Wrinkling his sensitive nose and turning away from the distractions, he started pushing himself back towards his room, putting all his strength into his legs. He could hear Hunk's laugh echoing between his ears, definitely laughing at one of Lances iconic jokes. Closing his eyes, he tried to push everything out of his head so that he could concentrate on getting away from everyone as fast as possible.

Letting out a frustrated huff as he almost fell over due to his wobbly legs, he cursed the timing of these things. He didn't want to bother anyone, especially not Lance, despite him assuring Keith that it was fine and he didn't have to worry about asking for his aid, Keith still didn't feel comfortable pulling him away from his everyday life all of a sudden.

The heats started shortly after he found out that he was part galra. Which was incredibly fitting. Coran had informed him that this is something that every galra goes through, referring to them as ''mating cycles''. Also adding that the first cycles are the worst ones without a mate. Keith's first heats had been absolute hell. He was too embarrassed to tell anyone about them, so he just suffered in his room until it was over. Lance had believed him the first few times he blamed his actions on being sick, but started getting sceptical when the so-called ''sickness'' started getting more frequent. After the fifth time, he had pushed his way into Keith's room to find him laying on his bed naked, drowning in his own sweat, whimpering quietly.

Lance had thought that Keith was dying, so he bolted out of the room to find Coran, and hopefully figure out what to do. Only to come back a few moments later with a sheepish grin on his face.

Long story short, Keith's fifth heat wasn't as bad as the first four ones.

After that Lance always helped him out. Keith was still embarrassed by the whole thing, so most of the time he didn't ask for help. He just waited for Lance to figure out that he wasn't acting like himself or that he wasn't showing up for dinner. Lance would always scold him for the habit, but he just couldn't bring himself to ask. And he was afraid of the rest of the team finding out about the whole thing. He could not live through that shameful experience.

But he was really glad that Lance was willing to do this for him. The whole process was easier to live through with his help. And Lance took good care of him until the very end, making sure that he always got what he needed. From fluffing his pillows to fucking him throughout the night.

Taking the last few steps to his room, Keith yelped as he nearly fell face first on to the floor as the doors slid open, revealing his messy room. Swallowing hard, he started manoeuvring his way through the mess, trying to get to his bed. The dimly lit room did not help his little adventure as he tried to avoid the various pieces of clothing around his room.

When he finally got to his bed he let out a relieved breath. Eagerly removing his pants and shirt, laying down on his cool bedsheets with a pleased sigh.

In the middle of taking deep breaths and trying to steady his rapid heartbeat, he looked down and frowned at the growing bulge in his underwear. Lance wouldn't like it if he tried to get off on his own. Still, he couldn't help placing the palm of his hand on his sensitive dick and pressing down, letting out a hiss as the pleasure shot through his body. Biting down on his bottom lip, he applied more pressure, opening his mouth in a silent moan as shivers ran down his spine.

He knew that this would definitely not be enough, so he removed his underwear, and turned over on to his stomach. Slowly rubbing himself against the bed, enjoying the slight friction. He spread his legs and pushed his ass up in the air, humping faster, rolling his hips down on the bed harder and harder. His low moans and soft whimpers were muffled by the pillow he was pushing his face into.

It was only when he turned his face away from his pillow to catch his breath did he see a figure standing next to his bed, looking down at him. His eyes widened and he was almost going to jump away, ready to fight the intruder, but one strong hand found it's way on to his mouth and the other pressed down on his back. The familiar smell oozing off of the figure calmed Keith down as he relaxed his shoulders and closed his eyes, feeling hair tickle his cheek as warm bursts of breath brushed over his ear.

''I thought I told you to not get off without me.'' Lance's voice was firm and steady, and Keith shivered at the tone.

The hand on his mouth was removed, hinting that an answer was excepted to come as a response. Swallowing hard, Keith tried to gather his voice to give Lance what he was waiting for, but the only sound that came out was a quiet whimper. Lance chuckled lowly, pulling away from the bed. Keith let his head fall back on the pillow, burying his face in it again, inhaling the sweaty smell that was lingering on it.

It felt like it had been hours when Lance finally pressed his naked hips against Keith's ass, pinning him to the bed with his legs keeping him still.

Lance took ahold of Keith's hair, pulling his head away from the pillow and bringing it back towards himself, forcing Keiths back to arch and his dick to press harder against the bed.

''How long have you been here, huh?'' Lance's voice was rough against Keith's ear, and he almost couldn't make out what he said because of the high pitched ringing.

When Keith didn't answer, Lance pulled his hair harder, earning a yelp from the shorter boy.

''Ah-! No-No more than 20 minutes...'' His voice got quieter as he finished the sentence.

Lance shifted against his hips and Keith could feel his hard-on digging into his own skin.

Everything went silent for a moment, the only sounds being Keith's heavy breathing and the silent humming of the castles engines. Keith tried to look back at Lance but his head was kept in place.

Lance let out a sigh as he pressed away from Keith, dropping him back against the bed. Keith whimpered at the loss of warmth against his back and tried to turn around to pull Lance on him again, but Lance was already up and searching for something under the bed.

When Lance pulled himself up from the ground Keith's eyes widened at the rope he was holding in his hands. The slight grin on Lance's dimly lit face was full of mischief.

They hadn't used any toys or ropes a lot. It was more of an experimental stage for them. But seeing Lance tightening the rope around his hands made Keith's cock jump in excitement. Lance knew that Keith liked it rough, and he was really happy to give it to him.

''I'm getting really tired of you not following my orders Keith...'' Lance purred, his voice full-on dominant. Making sure he said everything slowly enough for Keith to keep up.

Keith took a heavy breath and followed Lance with his eyes as he climbed on the bed.

''Turn.'' Lance's voice was bold and harsh but Keith obeyed immediately, quivering at the tone.

Once on his back, he looked up at Lance who was moving on top of him again, making sure to grind his dick against Keith's in the process. Keith bit his lip and tried not to moan out from the pressure. Lance followed his movements with sharp eyes and pressed down harder, not wanting Keith to hold back any noises, and he didn't. Letting out a high pitched whine as slick started pushing out of him and on to the sheets.

''Lah-Lahh...Lance-'' Keith whimpered pathetically, trying to force out a plea.

Lance pressed down again as a response, not giving Keith the time to get out his words.

''Hnngh...Lance...I-I-plea-....'' Keith felt the words die in his throat when Lance buried his face into his neck and bit down on the delicate skin.

''Come on Keith, what do you want? Tell me.'' The commanding yet amused tone of his voice was driving Keith so close to the edge.

Taking a few deep breaths, Keith gathered up all his willpower to answer Lance.

''I need you to fuck me, Lance please...'' Keith's voice was quiet but steady, and he felt pretty smug about getting out a whole sentence while Lance was nibbling and licking his neck.

Keith knew that Lance was smirking, but he didn't say anything back. Instead, he moved forward pushing Keith's hands over his head and tying them to the bed's headboard, making sure not tie them too hard. Keith tugged at the knot, checking if he could get out of it if he really needed to.

Once everything was settled, Lance let his hands roam down Keith's body, brushing them slowly over his nipples and making Keith let out unholy sounds. Lance only gave him an innocent smile and bent down, taking Keith's right nipple in his mouth. Biting and rolling his tongue over it. Keith squirmed against the bed, closing his eyes unwillingly. He was hyperaware of the warmth coming from Lance's mouth and the tickling feeling on his hip where Lance's fingers where slowly brushing up and down. He couldn't help but arch his hips upward when Lance gave his attention to the left nipple and dug his nails into Keith's skin. Opening his eyes slightly, Keith was met with Lance gazing up at him.

When Lance was satisfied with the quivering mess under him, he moved down, dragging his tongue across Keith's stomach and leaving small kisses on his hipbones, keeping eye contact with Keith the whole time. His hands were resting on Keith's thighs as he dipped down and took Keith in his mouth. Keith let out a filthy moan, which in turn made Lance moan lowly against Keith's cock in satisfaction. Lance swirled his tongue and pulled backwards, leaving only the tip in his mouth, giving it extra attention. He let Keith get used to the feeling until pushing down all the way and burying his nose in his dark curls, gagging slightly.  

''AH! Fuck! Lance!'' Keith screamed out, his back lifting up from the bed.

Lance closed his eyes and focused on breathing through his nose before pulling away slowly.

A string of saliva connected Lances mouth to Keith's cock and Keith felt his soul leave his body. There was a quiet moment where they just stared at each other. Drinking each other in.

Keith couldn't get enough of how wrecked Lance looked. He could see small drops of sweat roll down Lance's forehead, going past his watery eyes and red lips. His chest was moving up and down and his cock was propped against his stomach, leaking precum.

While Keith was appreciating Lance, the other boy was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty that was Keith. His hands tied up and his hair sticking to his face. The pupils in his eyes completely blown out in lust. His mouth hanging slightly open with heavy breaths pushing out. Lance felt his chest tighten and he looked away, masking his face with a smirk as he bent over Keith again, kissing him harshly.

Keith let out a surprised yelp, but was quick to recover and kiss Lance back.

Even though Keith was really invested in keeping up with Lance's mouth he still felt a finger hovering closer to his entrance until finally pushing in, sliding in smoothly due to the slick. Keith moaned against Lance's mouth and Lance pulled away, pushing himself into the crook of Keith's neck again.

''Fuck Keith, that's so hot, keeping moaning like that for me.'' Lance's words made Keith's stomach twist in ecstasy.

Keith felt Lance add another finger. The two fingers started moving in and out, scissoring Keith open. He heard himself moan in rhythm with the fingers. Letting out a quiet sound every time they pushed back in. Lance was moaning with him at the same time. Letting out hot breaths against his neck. Their voices danced together in the dim room.

''That's it Keith, moan with me, you're doing so good fuck.'' Lance was an absolute mess, loving the noises that Keith was making because of him.

When Keith was open enough Lance added a third finger, not taking any risks. Pulling away from Keith's neck, Lance watched his face while curling his fingers inside of him. Keith's face scrunched up and his mouth hung open. Lance felt his own mouth fall at sight until he remembered what situation he was in. Quickly recovering he started fingerfucking Keith again, making sure to keep an eye on his expression, wanting to make this as good as possible for him.

As much as Keith was enjoying the treatment that Lance was giving him, his heat wouldn't let him go on with the foreplay any longer.

''Lah...Lahnce...It's not enough, need-need you...please-'' Keith didn't care how pathetic he sounded, he needed Lance.

''Yeah, yeah...let me just-'' Lance was moving away from Keith to get a condom from the side drawer, but Keith stopped him, grabbing ahold of his arm.

''No...I want to feel all of you.'' Lance swallowed a lump in his throat and moved back over Keith. Kissing him, gently this time.

Lance pulled away just slightly to position himself. And then he was slowly pushing in.

Keith groaned, floating in the feeling of being filled up. Lance was taking his sweet time though but Keith wanted none of that, he locked his legs around Lance and pushed him all the way in. Lance let out a growl at the sudden tightness and Keith whimpered because of the stretch. Hunching over, Lance pressed his forehead against Keith's.

''You fucking eager slut, couldn't wait just a little longer, huh?'' Lance's voice was furious but his eyes were understanding.

''Move, please just, please move, Lance!'' Keith completely ignored Lance's previous statement and instead started pushing his hips forward, trying to get some kind of satisfaction.

Lance placed his hands on Keith's hips, making him stop his movements. With a sigh, Lance pulled out and then slammed back in. Makin Keith cry out a broken moan as Lance smirked and pulled back again, pushing back in faster and faster.

Biting his bottom lip Lance moved his angle slightly and slammed in again, knowing exactly where Keith's weak spot was.

''Shit-Lance! Righ-right there!''

''I know baby, don't worry.'' Lance huffed out, hitting the same spot again.

Keith got the sudden urge to touch Lance, he wanted to pull Lance down into a kiss but he was quickly reminded that his hands were tied to the bed. Looking up to at the rope and then back at Lance he saw the smuggest face Lance has ever worn. Leaning down Lance placed his hands against the wall next to Keith's hands. He pulled almost all the way out and hovered over Keith.

''You want to touch me, don't you?'' Keith could swear that Lance's eyes were glowing in the dim light.

''Ye-yes, I do, please...'' Keith looked up at Lance with hopeful eyes, maybe he would free his hands.

Lance gave him the sweetest smile and leaned away again.

''That's too bad.'' And then he slammed back into Keith , moving the bed slightly forward just because of the force.

Lance went back into fucking Keith in a fast rhythm, making sure to hit all the right places. Keith was just a moaning mess under him. Whimpering out words that were too mumbled to understand and once in a while slipping in Lance's name. Lance could tell that Keith was close.

Grasping Keith's cock in his hand, Lance started pumping up and down, keeping up the same rhythm.

''Lance, hngh-I'm so close, please, keep going!'' Keith pleaded closing his eyes.

Lance obeyed, going slightly faster. Keith's back arched and his hips pressed against Lance harder, pushing him over the edge.

''Lance, Lance, Lance, Lance, fuck, ah! Lance!'' Lance was ready to pull out once Keith came, but Keith locked his legs tighter around him.

''In me Lance, please, In me-'' Keith let out one last high pitched groan as he came all over his stomach and lance's hand.

Lance went on slightly longer, chasing his own orgasm.

''Ah fuck, Keith, are you sure?'' Keith responded by giving Lance's back a slight nudge with his foot, and then Lance was cumming in him.

Dropping down Lance pressed his chest against Keith's, breathing in the heavy smell of sweat.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to calm down.

Once Lance was steady enough he pulled himself out of Keith, getting a small moan as a response. Lance moved over and removed the rope around Keith's hands. He watched as Keith's arms fell limply down on the bed. Moving slowly to get up, Lance went to the bathroom and got a wet cloth, washing Keith's chest and the area between his legs.

After that Keith curled into himself, exhausted.

''Hey...do you need anything?'' Lance asked quietly, brushing Keith's hair away from his eyes.

Keith looked at him with a lazy smile and scooted over on the bed, making room for Lance to get in with him. Lance let out a genuine laugh and lay down next to Keith, wrapping his limbs around the other.

They were both almost about to fall asleep, knowing that they had to do this again in a few hours until Keith pressed his lips against Lance's cheek.

''Thank you, Lance...''

Lance didn't respond, he only smiled and closed his eyes.

''Fool'' He thought.

''I'd do anything for you.''