A delicious and vibrant take on the traditional marshmallow cereal treats are these Super Gooey Lucky Charms Marshmallow Treats. These are ideal whenever you want a fun and oozy dessert, but especially on St. Patrick's Day.
Ingredients: 6 cups Lucky Charms cereal. 4 cups mini marshmallows. 1/4 cup unsalted butter. 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract. 1/4 teaspoon salt. 1/2 cup white chocolate chips optional. Green food coloring optional. Rainbow sprinkles optional.
Instructions: Grease and reserve a 9 x 9 inch 23 x 23 cm square baking pan. Heat a large saucepan over low heat to melt the unsalted butter. When the mini marshmallows are fully melted and smooth, add them and stir continuously. Add the salt and vanilla extract and stir. Add a few drops of green food coloring to add even more color and excitement. After taking the saucepan off of the burner, quickly fold in the Lucky Charms cereal until the marshmallow mixture coats it evenly. Using a spatula or your hands, transfer the mixture to the baking pan that has been greased and press it down evenly. Rainbow sprinkles can be added to the mixture and gently pressed into the mixture if desired. Allow the candies to settle at room temperature for approximately half an hour. If you want to drizzle some white chocolate over it, microwave the white chocolate chips for 20 seconds at a time, stirring in between, until they melt smoothly. Pour the melted white chocolate over the treats that have cooled. Give the white chocolate drizzle a few minutes to harden. Cut the marshmallow treats into squares or bars after they have set. Present and savor!
Pairing: klance
Rating: Explicit
Word-count: 1,384 words
Summary: "You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” Lance gets mad when a cadet disrespects Keith due to his Galra blood. The only thing Keith cares about is how attractive Lance is like that.
Additional Tags: established relationship, post season 7, rough sex
It’s happening again, but Keith is used to it.
He’s used to the skeptical glances. And the judging. He kind of thought all of that would be a little less, since he’s definitely not the only person on Earth now who’s not entirely human, but…
The cadet doesn’t see it that way. “I mean why are we listening to him anyway?” Only sees what she wants to see. “He’s part Galra.”
It’s just supposed to be a training exercise. Just supposed to be quick and inspiring for the small group of younger students, per Shiro’s order. But now the rest of the cadets are staring - a couple considering - most just honestly wanting to get back to the excitement of training with two paladins of Voltron. And Keith doesn’t even really want to be here in the first place, so...
“Blind ignorance is one of the easiest ways to set yourself back, cadet,” he drones - bored of the recurring argument.
But it’s new for this student. Makes her feel powerful. Keith’s way too familiar with the rush from questioning a higher authority - he can see it coursing through her as she stands here in front of him, fists clenched. “Blind? How the hell is it blind? Your people attacked our fucking planet. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“So then you also saw the Galra who fought beside us as our allies.”
That stalls her. For just a moment. A hiccup of time - but Keith’s more focused on the energy radiating from behind him - pent up in an attempt to stay level-headed. Because Keith may be used to this. But Lance?
“A few okay Galra don’t make up for an entire race trying to destroy us.” Her words cut, but not where she wants them to - not who she wants them to cut. And it’s only a matter of time - Keith can feel it cresting behind him. “You did what you were told to do, now get off our planet. No one wants you here, murderer-”
“That’s enough!”
Keith’s heart sinks in his chest at the sound of it - of Lance boiling over. He doesn’t hear it often, but when he does…
The cadet stays firm on Lance’s approach, but Keith can see the exact moment the look of oh shit flashes in her eyes - the exact moment she realizes she’s fucked up.
And Lance isn’t backing down. “How dare you!” He’s loud but clipped with his words. “I mean do you even realize who you’re talking to? What he did for your ignorant ass?”
Keith remains silent. Watches. Doesn’t try to stop him or calm him down or any of that shit because honestly… When Lance gets like this…
“If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even be here right now.” The finger he points is steely but doesn’t touch her. “He’s an insanely good pilot and the best goddamn leader in the universe and the kind of person you could only hope to be like one day. Do you understand?”
The student nods, not daring to push it.
But that’s not gonna fly for Lance. “I said do you understand, cadet.”
“Y-... Yes, sir.”
“Good.” It’s stern and sends an undeniable ripple of warmth through Keith as he watches it unfold in front of him. “Don’t forget it.”
And then Lance is turning, crisp steps carrying him to the door that slides open for him. And then he’s gone.
Keith looks back to the cadets…
Lets the echo of the door sliding shut fade before saying it...
“Dismissed.”
- - -
Lance is fuming when Keith finds him in their room. He’s set up a pace for himself, wearing a track in the metal floor with his steps.
“It doesn’t bother me anymore, you know.”
Lance doesn’t even look at him. “I know.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
“Kinda need you to fuck me now though since you did.”
That gets him. Gets those eyes on him. Keith knew it would. “What?”
And Keith doesn’t want to watch anymore. He’s done enough watching. Enough hungry waiting. It’s what makes his heart race faster as he saunters up to where Lance is still frowning, hands on his hips as Keith laces his up around his neck, grin mischievous when he brings it in close.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
Lance doesn’t kiss him back at first - is processing - clearly - but it’s only a matter of time before-
The pressure against Keith’s lips swallows him up - presses him back - firm hands on his waist until his back collides with the wall behind him and those hands are tugging up his shirt.
And fuck yes, Lance is gonna play ball.
“So hot…” Keith confirms, amused at the teeth nipping at his neck - at the fingers unbuttoning his pants. “God, I love when you get like this…”
Not that he’s mad.
Not that Lance is upset.
Just...that he’s riled up and heavy-handed and physically carrying Keith over to the bed, Keith now completely naked in Lance’s fully clothed arms - bare skin against Garrison patches and buttons and zippers and-
Keith lands on the mattress roughly. Lives for it. Reaches into the drawer for the lube and starts to get himself ready as Lance towers over him at the foot of the bed, sizing him up as he slowly unbuttons his jacket.
“You gonna fuck me, Lance?” he eggs him on, loving the feeling of those eyes on him as he stretches himself open. “Gonna show how serious you are?”
The Garrison jacket hits the floor. So does Lance’s belt. And his pants. And fuck, he’s definitely riled up and Keith wants that cock in him right now.
“C’mere,” Lance orders, hands gripping into Keith’s hair the very second Keith wraps his lips around him and starts to suck him off.
He lets out a groan, hips rocking to fuck his face and it all goes straight to Keith’s dick so quickly that he has to stop stretching himself - has to focus on Lance’s fingers gripping his hair and how hot and heavy his cock is as it slides in and out of his mouth and fuck-
“Turn around.”
Keith complies happily. Pops his ass out for him. Makes sure to arch his back a little but it doesn’t matter. Because those hands are grabbing his hips and pulling him backwards on the bed and wow, sometimes Keith forgets how strong Lance actually is.
“Fuck, babe,” Keith breathes out, trying not to tense in anticipation. He just really loves those hands and that cock and Lance - just all of Lance. And when he sinks inside of him, it’s like bliss, the sting fueling Keith to press back into it - get more - stretch tighter.
And Lance is completely for it.
The headboard slams into the wall as Lance snaps his hips nice and roughly, Keith’s bangs falling into his eyes and arms collapsing out from under him. But it’s good. It’s so fucking good. Keith eats that shit up and follows the hands that pull him up and slots his back against Lance’s chest like he wants him to. Sucks on the fingers Lance push past his lips. Can’t help the way he moans as Lance fucks him and wraps his other arm around his middle and presses his fingers down on the flat of his tongue until Keith’s mouth opens.
“You like that?” he speaks into Keith’s ear, voice all low and gravely and fuuuuuck-
He has to nod. Can’t say anything with the fingers holding down his tongue. Can’t do anything but nod and drool and listen to Lance groan in his ear, hips pitching deep and desperate enough that Keith knows it’s coming - chases after it too - grabs with both hands at the arm holding him still around his middle as Lance forces his orgasm out of him, voice strangled and unable to be covered and yes, yes yes yes Lance is coming inside him - he can feel it.
It’s all instantaneous and aching and perfect and Keith swears to god he blacks out a little from it.
