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my heart to yours
A/N: Belated happy holidays? Have some ‘glad to be alive’ sex set sometime while Keith is with the BoM around S4-6 but nowhere specific. I’ll add the links in a reblog so this post can stay in the search, check the notes!
Summary: Sometimes they’re just happy to be alive together, and together in the moment.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Only some briefly mentioned canon typical violence.
Enjoy!
Lance barely gave the Red Lion enough time to land and lower his head before Lance was barrelling out of his seat and jumping from the Red Lion’s mouth, before the ramp could even be extended. Lance ran past the other lion hangars, briefly acknowledging that Pidge and Hunk were running behind him. As he approached one of the general hangars where other ships were landing, the hall started getting more populated, and people had to jump out of Lance’s way as he ran past them.
Lance burst into one of the hangars and narrowly avoided running down a couple of rebels as he sprinted to one of the ships. Its ramps were only just extending as Lance skidded to a halt in front of the main door. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, chanting “c'mon c'mon c'mon”, as if that would make the doors open faster.
Finally it did, and Lance only just held himself back from forcing himself onto the ship. Instead, he was good, and waited, until Keith finally appeared at the top of the ramp, after the injured had been brought out.
As soon as Lance clapped eyes on Keith however, his self control snapped, and he flung himself at Keith.
“Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the camel, what the everliving fuck where you thinking?” Lance hissed as he wrapped his arms tightly around Keith’s shoulder and pushed his face into Keith’s neck.
Keith staggered a little under Lance’s weight, but quickly returned the embrace, hiding his face in Lance’s neck in return. “I’m OK,” was all he said.
Lance huffed, but said nothing in return.
He would have been happy to stay hugging Keith for the next three centuries, but when one of the rebels coughed politely, and another not so politely told them to fuck off, Lance maneuvered them both to the side, still maintaining his hold around Keith’s shoulders.
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my heart to yours
A/N: Belated happy holidays? Have some ‘glad to be alive’ sex set sometime while Keith is with the BoM around S4-6 but nowhere specific. I’ll add the links in a reblog so this post can stay in the search, check the notes!
Summary: Sometimes they’re just happy to be alive together, and together in the moment.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Only some briefly mentioned canon typical violence.
Enjoy!
Lance barely gave the Red Lion enough time to land and lower his head before Lance was barrelling out of his seat and jumping from the Red Lion's mouth, before the ramp could even be extended. Lance ran past the other lion hangars, briefly acknowledging that Pidge and Hunk were running behind him. As he approached one of the general hangars where other ships were landing, the hall started getting more populated, and people had to jump out of Lance's way as he ran past them.
Lance burst into one of the hangars and narrowly avoided running down a couple of rebels as he sprinted to one of the ships. Its ramps were only just extending as Lance skidded to a halt in front of the main door. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, chanting "c'mon c'mon c'mon", as if that would make the doors open faster.
Finally it did, and Lance only just held himself back from forcing himself onto the ship. Instead, he was good, and waited, until Keith finally appeared at the top of the ramp, after the injured had been brought out.
As soon as Lance clapped eyes on Keith however, his self control snapped, and he flung himself at Keith.
"Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the camel, what the everliving fuck where you thinking?" Lance hissed as he wrapped his arms tightly around Keith's shoulder and pushed his face into Keith's neck.
Keith staggered a little under Lance's weight, but quickly returned the embrace, hiding his face in Lance's neck in return. "I'm OK," was all he said.
Lance huffed, but said nothing in return.
He would have been happy to stay hugging Keith for the next three centuries, but when one of the rebels coughed politely, and another not so politely told them to fuck off, Lance maneuvered them both to the side, still maintaining his hold around Keith's shoulders.
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gentle waters run deep
A/N: A vent piece I started after S6 and added to after S7. This is pretty much all My Opinions On Certain Topics, so don’t @ me ;P Thanks to C and M for beta reading.
Takes place after immediately after the end of S6, emontional hurt/comfort, Keith/Lance + Keith and Lance friendships with the whole team, rated T, 8k
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Keith is dragged to consciousness by the familiar crackling pop of Cosmo’s teleporting. He pushes himself upright and looks for his space-dog, who was sleeping at his feet, last he saw. Now that space is empty. He looks around the massive Altean tent the team had decided to share rather than sleep apart in their own lions. The loss of the Castle is raw, even for Keith who hadn’t even lived there for over two years in his time. After everything that’s happened, it’s reassuring to be together.
Shiro sleeps next to him, damn near dead to the world, but within easy reaching distance. On Shiro’s other side sleeps Allura, hand outstretched towards Shiro’s. Beside her sleeps Romelle, clearly keen to be near other Alteans again. On Keith’s other side is his mother, curled up near him. Across from Allura sleeps Coran tucked into a tight ball. Across from Shiro is Pidge sprawled out across her mat, and across from Krolia is Hunk, snoring away. Across from Keith the blankets are empty, tossed aside as if hurriedly thrown off. When Keith presses a hand to the blankets he finds them cold.
Well, if Lance is awake, Keith can kill two birds with one stone: check in with Lance and find his wayward dog. Normally he’d just let Cosmo find her own way back, but on an alien planet she’s never been on he’d rather keep her in his sights.
He pushes his blankets aside and quietly leaves the tent. And then he stops.
Lance is perched on one of the stones they’d moved around the fire pit they’d put together, hunched over and bundled up in his jacket. Cosmo rests her head on his thigh, ears relaxed as he gently and slowly strokes her head. Keith can’t hear anything but he can see the shaking of Lance’s shoulders from the light of the large moon that hangs overhead.
Slowly Keith makes his way over to the stones and sits himself down. One of Cosmo’s ears twitches to let him know she’s seen him but otherwise she doesn’t move. She just sits and stares up at Lance with big eyes as he strokes her head.
When Lance sees Keith he takes a deep shuddering breath and hurriedly wipes his eyes with the cuffs of his sleeves.
“Hey man,” Lance says in a hoarse voice. “This is a great dog you have here. ’m jealous. I only have a temperamental cow.”
“Yeah,” Keith says, “Cosmo is a good dog.”
“And such a pretty name for such a pretty girl,” Lance cooes, clearly trying to force himself to be cheerful. Keith can almost believe his smile is real if he can’t also see the tears brimming.
“Lance,” Keith begins softly, desperately hoping this won’t spark an argument. “What’s wrong?”
Lance lets out a watery laugh. “I dunno Keith, you tell me. Take your pick.”
Keith takes a deep breath but before he can say something, Lance speaks again.
“I mean, it’s not just like we lost our home away from home, and the last thing Allura and Coran had of their home and planet. Or that we were all totally betrayed by someone we all should have known better than to trust after personally putting him in power, at the expense of our commitment to the coalition. I mean–” he laughs again, only this time bitterly “–what will our allies think of us now? We helped the enemy gain power, caused a galactic civil war and for what? To get our asses handed to us and basically hand the fractured empire over to fucking Sendak of all goddamn people!” Lance rakes a hand through his hair and starts shaking. “And, best of fucking all, the person leading Voltron, the person we were meant to trust was a plant by Haggar the whole time. So now, Haggar knows everything we do–all our allies are in danger, and we can’t even get to them because the castle is gone, and all because I–” Lance cuts himself off as his voice breaks on the last word.
Keith stares at Lance in shock and rising horror.
Lance looks to be biting his lip, his whole body trembling as he grips his hair in a tight fist. His eyes scrunch shut and he starts to curl in on himself.
“Lance, there’s no way you could have–”
“Don’t you dare,” Lance snarls. “You–you weren’t even there, you can’t–” he opens his eyes to glare at Keith. “You left, you didn’t see what it was like.”
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gentle waters run deep
A/N: A vent piece I started after S6 and added to after S7. This is pretty much all My Opinions On Certain Topics, so don’t @ me ;P Thanks to C and M for beta reading.
Takes place after immediately after the end of S6, emontional hurt/comfort, Keith/Lance + Keith and Lance friendships with the whole team, rated T, 8k
Read on AO3
Keith is dragged to consciousness by the familiar crackling pop of Cosmo's teleporting. He pushes himself upright and looks for his space-dog, who was sleeping at his feet, last he saw. Now that space is empty. He looks around the massive Altean tent the team had decided to share rather than sleep apart in their own lions. The loss of the Castle is raw, even for Keith who hadn't even lived there for over two years in his time. After everything that’s happened, it's reassuring to be together.
Shiro sleeps next to him, damn near dead to the world, but within easy reaching distance. On Shiro’s other side sleeps Allura, hand outstretched towards Shiro's. Beside her sleeps Romelle, clearly keen to be near other Alteans again. On Keith's other side is his mother, curled up near him. Across from Allura sleeps Coran tucked into a tight ball. Across from Shiro is Pidge sprawled out across her mat, and across from Krolia is Hunk, snoring away. Across from Keith the blankets are empty, tossed aside as if hurriedly thrown off. When Keith presses a hand to the blankets he finds them cold.
Well, if Lance is awake, Keith can kill two birds with one stone: check in with Lance and find his wayward dog. Normally he'd just let Cosmo find her own way back, but on an alien planet she's never been on he'd rather keep her in his sights.
He pushes his blankets aside and quietly leaves the tent. And then he stops.
Lance is perched on one of the stones they'd moved around the fire pit they'd put together, hunched over and bundled up in his jacket. Cosmo rests her head on his thigh, ears relaxed as he gently and slowly strokes her head. Keith can't hear anything but he can see the shaking of Lance's shoulders from the light of the large moon that hangs overhead.
Slowly Keith makes his way over to the stones and sits himself down. One of Cosmo's ears twitches to let him know she's seen him but otherwise she doesn't move. She just sits and stares up at Lance with big eyes as he strokes her head.
When Lance sees Keith he takes a deep shuddering breath and hurriedly wipes his eyes with the cuffs of his sleeves.
“Hey man,” Lance says in a hoarse voice. “This is a great dog you have here. 'm jealous. I only have a temperamental cow.”
“Yeah,” Keith says, “Cosmo is a good dog.”
“And such a pretty name for such a pretty girl,” Lance cooes, clearly trying to force himself to be cheerful. Keith can almost believe his smile is real if he can’t also see the tears brimming.
“Lance,” Keith begins softly, desperately hoping this won’t spark an argument. “What's wrong?”
Lance lets out a watery laugh. “I dunno Keith, you tell me. Take your pick.”
Keith takes a deep breath but before he can say something, Lance speaks again.
“I mean, it's not just like we lost our home away from home, and the last thing Allura and Coran had of their home and planet. Or that we were all totally betrayed by someone we all should have known better than to trust after personally putting him in power, at the expense of our commitment to the coalition. I mean--” he laughs again, only this time bitterly “--what will our allies think of us now? We helped the enemy gain power, caused a galactic civil war and for what? To get our asses handed to us and basically hand the fractured empire over to fucking Sendak of all goddamn people!” Lance rakes a hand through his hair and starts shaking. “And, best of fucking all, the person leading Voltron, the person we were meant to trust was a plant by Haggar the whole time. So now, Haggar knows everything we do--all our allies are in danger, and we can't even get to them because the castle is gone, and all because I--” Lance cuts himself off as his voice breaks on the last word.
Keith stares at Lance in shock and rising horror.
Lance looks to be biting his lip, his whole body trembling as he grips his hair in a tight fist. His eyes scrunch shut and he starts to curl in on himself.
“Lance, there's no way you could have--”
“Don't you dare,” Lance snarls. “You--you weren't even there, you can't--” he opens his eyes to glare at Keith. “You left, you didn't see what it was like.”
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baby blue - snippet 1
This is part of a larger project I’ve been working on and thinking about for about a year now. I’m hoping that posting a little snippet here will kick me back into gear to continuing writing it. I’ve got 3 chapters written, each about 7k long, but I want to get more written before I start posting. Let me know what you think!
Set post S4, Lance-centric with more team interactions, and likely ending up in klance.
Summary: In the aftermath of Nuxzela, Lance notices more fractures within his team than he is willing to admit, even to himself. With Lotor around things are more strained than usual, and feeling left behind, Lance knows he must find a new way to contribute to the team. When Coran offhandedly mentions his…other role in the Altean Court, Lance becomes his apprentice in an effort to save not only the universe, but also his new family from the threats both abroad and within, no matter how dark this path may take him.
Lance turned away from the bridge and walked into the hall after Keith, catching up quickly.
They walked in silence for a long minute.
Lance broke it by saying softly, “Hey, man. It’s, uh, it’s been a while, huh?”
Keith was quiet for a moment, before he sighed and gave Lance a sad sort of half smile. “Yeah, it has.”
“What’s it been like, living with the Blades?” Lance asked.
Keith shrugged. “Intense, I guess. They–we run a lot of missions, and we’re spread so thin that we’re pretty much always in action.”
Lance frowned. “Do you get much down time?”
Keith snorted lightly. “No time.”
It was Lance’s turn to be quiet, thinking of what to say next, how best to phrase it without sounding like an accusation.
“I did get to see one of the Voltron shows, though,” Keith said, smirking slightly.
Lance raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
baby blue - snippet 1
This is part of a larger project I’ve been working on and thinking about for about a year now. I’m hoping that posting a little snippet here will kick me back into gear to continuing writing it. I’ve got 3 chapters written, each about 7k long, but I want to get more written before I start posting. Let me know what you think!
Set post S4, Lance-centric with more team interactions, and likely ending up in klance.
Summary: In the aftermath of Nuxzela, Lance notices more fractures within his team than he is willing to admit, even to himself. With Lotor around things are more strained than usual, and feeling left behind, Lance knows he must find a new way to contribute to the team. When Coran offhandedly mentions his...other role in the Altean Court, Lance becomes his apprentice in an effort to save not only the universe, but also his new family from the threats both abroad and within, no matter how dark this path may take him.
Lance turned away from the bridge and walked into the hall after Keith, catching up quickly.
They walked in silence for a long minute.
Lance broke it by saying softly, "Hey, man. It's, uh, it's been a while, huh?"
Keith was quiet for a moment, before he sighed and gave Lance a sad sort of half smile. "Yeah, it has."
"What's it been like, living with the Blades?" Lance asked.
Keith shrugged. "Intense, I guess. They--we run a lot of missions, and we're spread so thin that we're pretty much always in action."
Lance frowned. "Do you get much down time?"
Keith snorted lightly. "No time."
It was Lance's turn to be quiet, thinking of what to say next, how best to phrase it without sounding like an accusation.
"I did get to see one of the Voltron shows, though," Keith said, smirking slightly.
Lance raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
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NSFW AHEAD YO! Decided to combine these two, for some delicious dom!Shiro action. Enjoy!
Allura knew how strong she was physically. She could easily lift three times her own weight, and that’s when she wasn’t shape-shifting to make herself bigger. It was something she was always aware of with her paladins–humans were surprisingly fragile compared to Alteans. For all that they looked similar, they were much more easily damaged than either Coran or herself were.
However, this did not mean her paladins were weak. On the contrary, they were very strong, and only getting stronger. Shiro in particular, with his lovely muscles flexing whenever he so much as twitched, shoulders and back and arms and–
“Mmm,” Allura hummed into her pillow as Shiro thrust into her slowly from behind while she lay on her stomach across her silken sheets. The man knew how to work his hips.
There was a firm hand holding her wrists above her head and another holding her shoulder. She felt pinned down by him, completely at his mercy, and quiznack, it was so hot. Like this, it was easy to forget how much stronger she was, just let herself sink down into the sheets and be taken care of.
“Does that feel good, Princess?”
Allura could only gasp as he thrust again. Her title sounded so different coming from his lips when he was in her bed. Instead of purely respectful, it was teasing, playful, almost like a petname instead of a title.
His next thrust was even slower and his chest was hot against her back as he leaned down to murmur hotly into her ear. “I asked you a question, Allura.”
Her stomach flipped and her toes curled into her sheets.
“Yes, Takashi,” Allura breathed. “It feels good.”
Shiro’s lips brushed against the tip of her ear, and a shiver ran down her spine. “That’s good. I want you to feel good. Do you want to feel good?”
Allura nodded, and whined when Shiro gave a sharp thrust. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, I want to feel good!”
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Shiro said, his deep voice almost rumbling, sending Allura’s heart tumbling freely in her chest. “Tell me how badly you want me to make you feel good. How badly you want me to fuck you.”
“So bad, I want it so bad,” Allura began, and then broke off into a moan as Shiro ground his hips into hers, pushing his cock deeper into her. “I want you to fuck me, I want to feel good–please, make me feel good ‘Kashi.”
Shiro groaned and started kissing her neck. “You want this cock, Princess?” he asked against her skin. The faintest hint of stubble scraped against her throat and it only made her feel hotter. “Want me to fuck you into the mattress?”
“Yes,” Allura hissed. “Gods, 'Kashi, I want to be sore, I want you to fuck me so hard I can barely walk.”
Shiro growled against her throat. “Is that so, Princess? Ask nicely then.”
“Please Takashi,” Allura said, voice rising in pitch as he started to thrust again. “Please, I want it, I want you, I need it, I need you to make me feel good, please, please, please–”
Her words were choked off by a keen as Shiro started thrusting in hard, jolting her entire body. He grunted next to her ear with every thrust, and her back arched with a cry when he finally stroked over one of the most sensitive part inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes, there 'Kashi, there!” She shook as he growled again and shifted back to brace himself better above her.
“I’m going to let go of your hands, and they better not move,” Shiro said.
Allura only whined and nodded, clenching her hands around her pillow case when he gave them a squeeze before letting go. Both of his hands grabbed her hips, hiking them so she was on her knees, allowing him to pull her back onto him as he thrust in.
Allura threw her head back and shouted as he slammed into her. She began babbling as he relentlessly thrust into her, aiming straight for her most sensitive parts. He was so hot and big inside her, stretching her out in the best way. His grip on her hips was almost painful, but it only felt pleasurable.
“Fuck, Allura, you feel so good,” Shiro groaned. “So hot and tight. You love being fucked like this, don’t you, like you’re owned. You’re mine, and you know it.”
Allura cried and started trembling. Oh Gods, yes–“Yes, yes, I’m yours, I’m yours!”
“Then come,” Shiro commanded, “come for me.”
Helpless to obey, she did, screaming. As always, she was wild as she climaxed, shaking and thrashing under him, unable to control her limbs as she was propelled through the stars.
Shiro continued to thrust into her, only slowing to a stop when her movements calmed down. Her entire body tingled from her orgasms, and she panted into her sheets.
Shiro tutted, and stroked her hair. “Look what you did to the pillow, Princess.”
Wearily Allura lifted her head, and saw that she’d managed to rip one of her pillows, spilling the stuffing across her bed.
“Oh,” she said weakly.
Shiro hummed and then slowly pulled out. Allura gasped as the sensation, and he chuckled lightly.
With gentle hands he turned her over onto her back.
She looked up at him, handsome face lightly dotted with sweat. “How are you feeling Princess?”
Allura swallowed and nodded. “Good.”
Shiro grinned and ran a hand up her side as the other brushed her hair from her sweaty face. “That’s good to hear, Princess, because we aren’t finished yet. You want to be sore? I’ll deliver.”
He gave her a wicked grin, and Allura could only sink back into the mattress and enjoy giving up her power. He was the only man she trusted enough to do it with after all.
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44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you”, this time for klance, enjoy! 701 words, including a near death experience.
Lance pulled on the Red Lion’s controls slowly, maneuvering them through a debris field as delicately as he can. Red’s controls were so sensitive, and the debris so dense, that even the slightest twitch of Lance’s hand could cause a collision with some of the wreckage around them. Lance licked his upper lip, and kept his hands steady.
After a few moments, he couldn’t stop himself from muttering under his breath. “C'mon, c'mon, where are you?” he said, eyes darting all over Red’s screens, looking for any hint of movement, any hint of life. “The signal came from here, where are you?”
Red’s concern slipped into Lance’s mind like twisting smoke, spurring him on.
Keith’s emergency beacon, one Pidge and Hunk had forced upon him before he left, had gone off not even two vargas ago. They called it his “ultra-mega emergency beacon”, to only ever be used in the most dire of circumstances. Really, it could only be switched on if his suit life support systems had been irreparably damaged.
Suddenly the tracker on the Red Lion’s dash gave a shrill cry, and section of the screen zoomed in to show a figure floating in the darkness of space.
“Oh Christ,” Lance breathed, and pushed Red forward.
Red needed little encouragement, and maneuvered his own way through the debris to snatch his former paladin up in his jaws.
Lance jumped up from his seat and ran to the air lock, barely waiting for Red’s jaw to properly seal before he threw himself through the hatch and fell to his knees beside Keith.
“Please be alive, please be alive,” Lance pleaded.
Keith lay still on the floor of the Red Lion’s mouth. It didn’t even look like his chest was moving. Lance’s heart seized painfully in his chest, more than it had when Keith had turned his back on them and just left, more than when he realised his grandma might die before he made it back to earth, more than when Blue had shut him permanently.
Lance furiously began feeling all over Keith’s head, searching for the switch that would deactivate his mask and let him breathe in Red’s pressurised atmosphere. Finally he found it tucked behind Keith’s left ear, and Keith’s mask disappeared, allowing his dark hair to spill around his pale face. His deathly pale face.
“C'mon, c'mon,” Lance said, pushing Keith’s suit aside so he could reach Keith’s neck and look for a pulse. “Don’t you dare die on me, you bastard–” his voice wobbled as he struggled to find a pulse “if you fucking die on me, I’ll fucking kill you, do–don’t test me.” His voice broke on the last few words as he realised there wasn’t a pulse to find.
“Fucker!” Lance yelled, and started yanking off Keith’s breastplate. “Shit-stick! Asshole! Fuck-nugget!” He turned Keith into the proper CPR position and situated himself firmly beside Keith. “I fu–fucking hate you, how dare you do this to me!”
Tears started dribbling down his face as he began to do compressions, counting them off, only stopping to give Keith breaths.
It was hard, tiring, and Lance couldn’t stop himself from crying. He seemed to go on for ages, and he really began to lose all hope, when suddenly Keith’s chest stuttered and he took his own breath.
Keith started choking and wheezing, but God he was breathing, and when Lance pressed two fingers to Keith’s neck, he found a pulse. It was weak and fluttering, but it was there.
Lance sobbed, and pushed Keith’s messy hair from his face. “Don’t ever do that again, dipshit,” Lance warbled. he pressed his forehead to Keith’s, and though Keith couldn’t respond, unconscious as he was, Lance took comfort from the sound of his breathing.
“Take us home, Red,” Lance said softly, petting Keith’s face gently. “Mullet Man is gonna need a pod after this.”
Red rumbled contentedly in Lance’s mind, and Lance laughed, and then sniffled.
“Yeah, y'hear that Keith?” Lance whispered. “You’re gonna be the death of us. You wanna be responsible for the deaths of two people who love you this much?” Lance pulled back and wiped his face. For good measure, Lance added, “Dick.”
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Allura knew how strong she was physically. She could easily lift three times her own weight, and that's when she wasn't shape-shifting to make herself bigger. It was something she was always aware of with her paladins--humans were surprisingly fragile compared to Alteans. For all that they looked similar, they were much more easily damaged than either Coran or herself were.
However, this did not mean her paladins were weak. On the contrary, they were very strong, and only getting stronger. Shiro in particular, with his lovely muscles flexing whenever he so much as twitched, shoulders and back and arms and--
"Mmm," Allura hummed into her pillow as Shiro thrust into her slowly from behind while she lay on her stomach across her silken sheets. The man knew how to work his hips.
There was a firm hand holding her wrists above her head and another holding her shoulder. She felt pinned down by him, completely at his mercy, and quiznack, it was so hot. Like this, it was easy to forget how much stronger she was, just let herself sink down into the sheets and be taken care of.
"Does that feel good, Princess?"
Allura could only gasp as he thrust again. Her title sounded so different coming from his lips when he was in her bed. Instead of purely respectful, it was teasing, playful, almost like a petname instead of a title.
His next thrust was even slower and his chest was hot against her back as he leaned down to murmur hotly into her ear. "I asked you a question, Allura."
Her stomach flipped and her toes curled into her sheets.
"Yes, Takashi," Allura breathed. "It feels good."
Shiro's lips brushed against the tip of her ear, and a shiver ran down her spine. "That's good. I want you to feel good. Do you want to feel good?"
Allura nodded, and whined when Shiro gave a sharp thrust. "Yes!" she cried. "Yes, I want to feel good!"
"Tell me how bad you want it," Shiro said, his deep voice almost rumbling, sending Allura's heart tumbling freely in her chest. "Tell me how badly you want me to make you feel good. How badly you want me to fuck you."
"So bad, I want it so bad," Allura began, and then broke off into a moan as Shiro ground his hips into hers, pushing his cock deeper into her. "I want you to fuck me, I want to feel good--please, make me feel good 'Kashi."
Shiro groaned and started kissing her neck. "You want this cock, Princess?" he asked against her skin. The faintest hint of stubble scraped against her throat and it only made her feel hotter. "Want me to fuck you into the mattress?"
"Yes," Allura hissed. "Gods, 'Kashi, I want to be sore, I want you to fuck me so hard I can barely walk."
Shiro growled against her throat. "Is that so, Princess? Ask nicely then."
"Please Takashi," Allura said, voice rising in pitch as he started to thrust again. "Please, I want it, I want you, I need it, I need you to make me feel good, please, please, please--"
Her words were choked off by a keen as Shiro started thrusting in hard, jolting her entire body. He grunted next to her ear with every thrust, and her back arched with a cry when he finally stroked over one of the most sensitive part inside her.
"Yes, yes, yes, there 'Kashi, there!" She shook as he growled again and shifted back to brace himself better above her.
"I'm going to let go of your hands, and they better not move," Shiro said.
Allura only whined and nodded, clenching her hands around her pillow case when he gave them a squeeze before letting go. Both of his hands grabbed her hips, hiking them so she was on her knees, allowing him to pull her back onto him as he thrust in.
Allura threw her head back and shouted as he slammed into her. She began babbling as he relentlessly thrust into her, aiming straight for her most sensitive parts. He was so hot and big inside her, stretching her out in the best way. His grip on her hips was almost painful, but it only felt pleasurable.
"Fuck, Allura, you feel so good," Shiro groaned. "So hot and tight. You love being fucked like this, don't you, like you're owned. You're mine, and you know it."
Allura cried and started trembling. Oh Gods, yes--"Yes, yes, I'm yours, I'm yours!"
"Then come," Shiro commanded, "come for me."
Helpless to obey, she did, screaming. As always, she was wild as she climaxed, shaking and thrashing under him, unable to control her limbs as she was propelled through the stars.
Shiro continued to thrust into her, only slowing to a stop when her movements calmed down. Her entire body tingled from her orgasms, and she panted into her sheets.
Shiro tutted, and stroked her hair. "Look what you did to the pillow, Princess."
Wearily Allura lifted her head, and saw that she'd managed to rip one of her pillows, spilling the stuffing across her bed.
"Oh," she said weakly.
Shiro hummed and then slowly pulled out. Allura gasped as the sensation, and he chuckled lightly.
With gentle hands he turned her over onto her back.
She looked up at him, handsome face lightly dotted with sweat. "How are you feeling Princess?"
Allura swallowed and nodded. "Good."
Shiro grinned and ran a hand up her side as the other brushed her hair from her sweaty face. "That's good to hear, Princess, because we aren't finished yet. You want to be sore? I'll deliver."
He gave her a wicked grin, and Allura could only sink back into the mattress and enjoy giving up her power. He was the only man she trusted enough to do it with after all.
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44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you”, this time for klance, enjoy! 701 words, including a near death experience.
Lance pulled on the Red Lion's controls slowly, maneuvering them through a debris field as delicately as he can. Red's controls were so sensitive, and the debris so dense, that even the slightest twitch of Lance's hand could cause a collision with some of the wreckage around them. Lance licked his upper lip, and kept his hands steady.
After a few moments, he couldn’t stop himself from muttering under his breath. "C'mon, c'mon, where are you?" he said, eyes darting all over Red's screens, looking for any hint of movement, any hint of life. "The signal came from here, where are you?"
Red's concern slipped into Lance's mind like twisting smoke, spurring him on.
Keith's emergency beacon, one Pidge and Hunk had forced upon him before he left, had gone off not even two vargas ago. They called it his "ultra-mega emergency beacon", to only ever be used in the most dire of circumstances. Really, it could only be switched on if his suit life support systems had been irreparably damaged.
Suddenly the tracker on the Red Lion's dash gave a shrill cry, and section of the screen zoomed in to show a figure floating in the darkness of space.
"Oh Christ," Lance breathed, and pushed Red forward.
Red needed little encouragement, and maneuvered his own way through the debris to snatch his former paladin up in his jaws.
Lance jumped up from his seat and ran to the air lock, barely waiting for Red's jaw to properly seal before he threw himself through the hatch and fell to his knees beside Keith.
"Please be alive, please be alive," Lance pleaded.
Keith lay still on the floor of the Red Lion's mouth. It didn't even look like his chest was moving. Lance's heart seized painfully in his chest, more than it had when Keith had turned his back on them and just left, more than when he realised his grandma might die before he made it back to earth, more than when Blue had shut him permanently.
Lance furiously began feeling all over Keith's head, searching for the switch that would deactivate his mask and let him breathe in Red's pressurised atmosphere. Finally he found it tucked behind Keith's left ear, and Keith's mask disappeared, allowing his dark hair to spill around his pale face. His deathly pale face.
"C'mon, c'mon," Lance said, pushing Keith's suit aside so he could reach Keith's neck and look for a pulse. "Don't you dare die on me, you bastard--" his voice wobbled as he struggled to find a pulse "if you fucking die on me, I'll fucking kill you, do--don't test me." His voice broke on the last few words as he realised there wasn't a pulse to find.
"Fucker!" Lance yelled, and started yanking off Keith's breastplate. "Shit-stick! Asshole! Fuck-nugget!" He turned Keith into the proper CPR position and situated himself firmly beside Keith. "I fu--fucking hate you, how dare you do this to me!"
Tears started dribbling down his face as he began to do compressions, counting them off, only stopping to give Keith breaths.
It was hard, tiring, and Lance couldn't stop himself from crying. He seemed to go on for ages, and he really began to lose all hope, when suddenly Keith's chest stuttered and he took his own breath.
Keith started choking and wheezing, but God he was breathing, and when Lance pressed two fingers to Keith's neck, he found a pulse. It was weak and fluttering, but it was there.
Lance sobbed, and pushed Keith's messy hair from his face. "Don't ever do that again, dipshit," Lance warbled. he pressed his forehead to Keith's, and though Keith couldn't respond, unconscious as he was, Lance took comfort from the sound of his breathing.
"Take us home, Red," Lance said softly, petting Keith's face gently. "Mullet Man is gonna need a pod after this."
Red rumbled contentedly in Lance's mind, and Lance laughed, and then sniffled.
"Yeah, y'hear that Keith?" Lance whispered. "You're gonna be the death of us. You wanna be responsible for the deaths of two people who love you this much?" Lance pulled back and wiped his face. For good measure, Lance added, "Dick."
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13. “Kiss me”, and I chose Shallura for this prompt.
"Corandefinitely said we could find the spangelameter on the east side of this market, right?" Shiro asked Allura as theywove their way through another row ofstalls selling all many of foods. They mostly smelled good, but delicioussmelling food was very different to a device that was meant to help them builda machine to disable a Galra ship's warping capabilities.
Allura sighed."Well, he did say our recordswere out of date. I imagine a market of this size changes its layout every fewdecaphebes."
Shiro rubbedthe bridge of his nose. "I hope the others are having more luck than weare."
A handsqueezed his shoulder, and he looked to see Allura smiling sympathetically upat him. It was strange to see her with green skin and red hair, but it wasnecessary for her disguise in a market that was on a planet technically under Galra control, even ifthey didn't properly exercise that control so the biggest market this side ofthe galaxy could trade freely.
"Don'tworry, I'll give Coran a good talking to about relying on our out-dateddata," Allura said. "You would think by now that he would havelearned."
Shiro snorted."You'd have thought. Well, let's keep looking anyway."
They walkedthrough a couple of more rows before the Galra presence suddenly became a lot stronger.
Shiro pulledAllura closer as they stood by one stall selling spices in a variety of shadesof blue as a pair of sentries marched behind them. "We need to findsomewhere to lay low for a bit," he hissed at her. "The longer we'reout here, the more chances we have of being seen."
"I thinkI saw a public house a few rows away," Allura whispered back with a nod."We can go there for a bit, and contact the others."
Shiro letAllura lead the way, and soon enough he caught sight of a brightly paintedbuilding rising over the stalls. Shiro almost let himself relax as they madetheir way across the final walkway to the entrance of the public house--theynearly made it!
Suddenly agroup of six sentries with two Galra soldiers rounded the corner and made theirway towards the public house as three sentries and Galra soldier came out of the public house. Shiro grabbedAllura's hand and took the lead, tugging her away from the entrance to the publichouse, and instead into an alley way between the last stall and the wall of thepublic house before they could be noticed. It smelled wretched, but it wasshadowy.
They bothpressed themselves against the wall, holding their breaths, waiting.
"One ofyou! Take a sentry and check that alley way! Can't have any rebels thinkingthey can run away!" one of the Galra soldiers yelled.
Shiro andAllura stared at each other with wide eyes.
There wasnothing Shiro could do--they could try and fight their way out, but that wouldonly blow their cover, but if they did nothing, their cover was as good asblown anyway.
"Quick,kiss me," Allura whispered.
"What!?" Shiro said, trying to keephis voice down, but very much wanting to shout.
"Lancesaid that people are less likely to look at people kissing because publicdisplays of affection make them uncomfortable, so kiss me!" Alluraexplained quickly but quietly.
"Why are you listening to Lan--mpf!"
He was cut offby her grabbing his face and smashing their mouths together. Shiro stumbled andhad to slap his hand on the wall hurriedly to stop himself from falling on topof her. It was kinda painful, but damnif his whole body didn't go entirely hot.
For a longmoment he was too stunned to do anything, but when Allura gave his head a nearpainful squeeze, he quickly started kissing her back.
It was good even though it was kind of a mess.They were both too freaked out to try and make it nice, just trying to make itbelievable. And, well, on Shiro's end it certainly felt believable.
Footsteps gotcloser and Shiro put a hand on Allura's waist to pull her closer, tilting hishead so his nose wasn't quite so smushed up against hers.
Behind him thefootsteps stopped, and a noise of disgust was made.
"Do youtwo, uh, see anyone else come through here?" the Galra soldier askedawkwardly.
Shiro tensed,every instinct screaming at him for having his back to an enemy, but Allura puta hand on the back of his neck as their lips parted with a smack, pulling hisface down into her neck to keep it hidden.
"N-no,"she said, a little breathlessly. "It's just us."
The soldierhumpfed. "Well. As long as you don't act indecently while still inpublic--carry on."
Then thefootsteps marched away.
Shiro pantedinto Allura's neck, and they waited until the group had left the alley waybefore pulling away from each other.
"That wasclose," Allura breathed.
"Yeah,"was all Shiro could say. Then he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of hisneck. "We should contact the others. If we haven't found anything, weshould probably retreat the for day and wait for the patrols to quietdown."
Allura noddedwith a hum. "Let's find somewhere a little more private."
Then shemarched off, and Shiro could only follow after her, lips tingling.
Lance was so dead when Shiro got his hands on him.
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To keep that beautiful shallurangst train going how about #3 Please don’t leave. Thank you!
A few months later, but here is a continuation of this drabble! 884 words of comfort.
3. “Please don’t leave.”
Shiro wasn'tquite used to all this fuss being made about him. The other paladins hovered agood deal after he woke up, and while Shiro was grateful for it, grateful toall of them, it was overwhelming. As usual, Keith was the most in tune, and wasusually good at shuffling everyone out when he figured Shiro needed a rest, butKeith hovered as badly as the rest, ready to jump into action if anything elsethreatened his brother.
And let it beknown that Shiro really did love Keith, the closest family he had out in space,but a man could grow tired of being babied.
It was in thequiet of finally being left alone by all the others that Shiro let himselfbreathe. His room was silent, with the lights dimmed, and Shiro took in severaldeep breaths and simply existed.
Down in thehangars, Shiro could sense the Black Lion purring, felt it deep in his chest.He felt the pull to her, as he had before, but he could admit he wasn't quitekeen to jump straight back into piloting. Black knew and understood, but herlove still enveloped him, comforted him, protected him. She reminded Shiro ofhis mother.
Shiro waspulled from Black's connection by a quiet tapping on his door. He sat up fromwhere he had been lying on top of his sheets and called out to let whoever itwas enter.
He wasprepared to reassure Keith again that he was fine, but the words died on his lips when Allura walked into theroom.
"Oh,"he said, rather stupidly. "Hello Princess."
Allura gavehim a small smile. "Hello Shiro, how are you feeling?"
He smiled inreturn and nodded his head. "Better."
"That'sgood to hear," she said, and clasped her hands in front of her.
They fell intoan awkward silence for several long moments.
Shiro wantedto say something, but didn't know what to say. OK, well, he knew what he wanted to say, but whether it would be appropriate to say was an entirelydifferent matter.
"I--"Allura suddenly said, and then stopped herself. She closed her eyes, took abreath as though to center herself, and then opened her eyes again. She fixedhim with a steeled look and began, "I wanted to let you know that I'm gladyou have returned to us. Things were--have been difficult, with everything thathas happened, and I am glad that you are back here with us." Her eyessoftened, and his heart fluttered as she gently said, "I have missed you.He--it hasn't been the same since you...left."
"I missedyou too," Shiro said. "I could feel you--all of you, when you formedVoltron, but it definitely wasn't the same as being here."
"I canimagine," Allura said softly. She looked away, fiddling with her hands alittle. "Well, I--I suppose I should leave you to rest, you've beenthrough quiet an ordeal and--"
"Wait!"he exclaimed as she turned to leave. She paused and he swallowed dryly."Please. Don't leave."
She looked athim with sorrowful eyes. "I don't want to disturb you."
He smiled."You never disturb me, Allura. I--" He paused. "You--" Hestopped himself again. He wanted tosay it, needed to say it, but it washard. He took a breath. "The others...they may have been the ones to findme, to bring my body back but...it was you--"he looked up at her meaningfully "--whoreally brought me back.
Allura's eyebrows furrowed but she took a step closer to him, which he took as a victory."I don't think I understand."
"I couldhear you," Shiro said. "I could hear you speaking to me. When my bodywas recovered, my mind was still stuck somewhere between reality and the BlackLion. I heard your voice, and followed you back here. Without you I would havebeen lost."
Allura walkedcloser and sat on the edge of his bed gingerly. "Why couldn't you getback?"
"I don'tknow," Shiro said, a little breathlessly. "It was very confusing. Theonly thing I was really sure about was...you.You and your voice."
Shiro watched,delighted, as Allura's face marking glowed and her cheeks became a little pink.
"I wantedto thank you," Shiro said, visibly surprising Allura.
"I--Ididn't do much," Allura tried to say. "You don't need to thankme--"
He put hishand over hers where it was curled over the edge of his mattress. Her skin waswarm under his, and that warmth spread through his whole being.
"You doso much, not only for me, but for all the paladins, for the whole coalition. Soyes, I do need to thank you," Shiro said, unable to keep his tone frombetraying his tenderness. "Please let me thank you for this."
Her facebecame pinker, but he only had a moment to enjoy it before Allura threw herselfat him in an all encompassing hug. Shiro quickly wrapped his arms around her inreturn and buried his face in her loose silver hair.
"I missed you so much," Allura saidin a wobbling voice.
"I missedyou too," he replied, and held her tighter.
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Taking prompts for klance and shallura again!
d4s-scribbles reblogged
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
- “actually… i just miss you.”
- “alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
- “and slowly… i was forgotten.”
- “and then everything just disappears.”
- “and where do i go?”
- “anyone could tell from here.”
- “are you finishing that or…?”
- “are you stupid or stupid?”
- “anything, just call me, okay?”
- “bitch better have my money.”
- “bro… that’s so… not cool…”
- “but did you do it?”
- “call me now. it’s urgent.”
- “can’t you listen to me?”
- “cross that. don’t answer that.”
- “don’t even think about it.”
- “don’t you dare walk away.”
- “do it. i dare you.”
- “did you think i forgot?”
- “eventually… you just move on.”
- “even if you still do.”
- “everything will fall into place.”
- “fight me, you attractive stranger.”
- “for once, i need you.”
- “for once… i was right.”
- “for once… i was wrong.”
- “forget i even asked you.”
- “forget it. you fucking suck.”
- “fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
- “fuck off. i mean it.”
- “give and take. that’s life.”
- “great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
- “have you lost your mind?”
- “hello? it’s me. i was-”
- “hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
- “here’s a glass of whatever.”
- “how about a hug, hm?”
- “how about you make me?”
- “i haven’t forgot you yet.”
- “i can’t be around you.”
- “i don’t need you, really.”
- “i don’t need this now.”
- “is this your first time?”
- “it’s just a cut, really.”
- “it wasn’t me, i swear!”
- “i said i love you.”
- “just don’t fuck it up.”
- “just… come back alive, okay?”
- “just make sure you’ve eaten.”
- “kick his ass for me.”
- “killed him? wait, what, literally?”
- “life really sucks. feel better.”
- “letting go hurts… a lot.”
- “let me live, will you?”
- “no, i don’t need you.”
- “nothing can hurt me now.”
- “nothing matters anymore to me.”
- “okay it was me… so?”
- “people lie all the time.”
- “pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
- “please, you can’t die now.”
- “please don’t leave me alone.”
- “quiet. they can hear us.”
- “quick! give me your phone!”
- “quicker, you freaking piece of-”
- “quit it or i’ll bite.”
- “quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
- “really? do i look stupid?”
- “real smooth, tripping over air.”
- “rise and shine, sweet thing.”
- “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
- “seriously? give me a break.”
- “so… what are we now?”
- “so… did you miss me?”
- “so… can we go eat?”
- “so… when’s the next flight?”
- “so… how did everything go?”
- “sometimes, i wish you died.”
- “so what? you did it.”
- “time passes slower without you.”
- “then what do you suggest?”
- “the fuck? who are you?”
- “then you tell me why.”
- “this is not working out.”
- “this isn’t what i wanted.”
- “this is all a fucking disaster.”
- “when did it all happen?”
- “who knew you’d be here?”
- “why do i even bother?”
- “why do i love you?”
- “why didn’t you tell me?”
- “you’re just… so, so stupid.”
- “you can’t be here now.”
- “you look like an accident.”
- “you really need to go.”
- “you know who to call.”
- “zero fucks given. next please.”
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ashytails
fluff/nsfw starters
i always go rooting around for starters so i just decided to make my own (with bonus a/b/o because i rarely see them)
fluffy:
- “c’mere, just lie with me.”
- “you did that? all by yourself?”
- “i’m so proud of you and i hope you know that.”
- “i could kiss you for hours.”
- “heh, you’re kinda cute when you’re sleepy/hungry/angry.”
- “sit on my lap, tell me what’s up.”
- “just wear my sweater, you’ll be okay.”
- “is that my sweater?”
- “do you love me too?”
- “do you want a kiss?”
- “we’re gonna cuddle all day, i don’t care.”
- “give me a kiss.”
- “you’re so small in my arms!”
- “you’re really warm and i don’t get it.”
- “stop being so cute.”
not so soft:
- “fuck, you’re making me wet/hard/horny.”
- “do you like that?”
- “like this?”
- “touch me here.”
- “keep doing that and don’t stop, please.”
- “it’s so obvious when you’re turned on.”
- “you’re so hard/wet, holy shit.”
- “what do you want to do to me?”
- “what do you want me to do to you?”
- “i could leave you like this.”
- “satisfy yourself.”
- “you should wear [x] more often.”
- “you smell gorgeous.”
- “where do you want me?”
- “twirl for me, let me see all of you.”
hard:
- “fuck me anywhere, i don’t care.”
- “come inside me, make me yours.”
- “mark me more.”
- “harder.”
- “you sound so good, keep going, be a little louder.”
- “you’re throbbing/dripping, holy shit.”
- “make me your toy, just use me.”
- “get on your knees, you’re mine.”
- “you have such a talented mouth.”
- “beg.”
- “so what?”
- “and what if i did?”
- “make me.”
- “turn around, bend over.”
- “against the wall/on the bed, now.”
rough:
- “too sensitive…”
- “let me come for you.”
- “i own this pretty pussy/cock, understand?”
- “fuck me harder or i’ll do it myself!”
- “you’re gonna touch yourself to make yourself come if you don’t obey me.”
- “louder. scream my name. i said scream it.”
- “tell me how bad you want it.”
- “be quiet, or everyone else is gonna hear you.”
- “want everyone else to hear you scream?”
- “tell me how fucking good it feels.”
- “spread your legs. wider.”
- “you’re so fucking big/tight/wet.”
- “come on my face/ass/thighs.”
- “you like that, don’t you, you slut?”
- “swallow it, good boy/girl.”
a/b/o
- “what an obedient omega.”
- “you’re so wet, are you on your heat?”
- “you smell like sex.”
- “knot me.”
- “fill me.”
- “bite me harder, i thought you were an alpha.”
- “fuck me like the alpha you are.”
- “ride me harder.”
- “mark me, make me yours.”
- “you smell so fucking delicious.”
- “i can take an alpha in any way i please.”
- “you’re on your heat, i can tell.”
- “help me with my heat and fuck me.”
- “come inside of me.”
- “stop humping the pillow, i’m right here.”
- “you’re so fucking big.”
- “you have enough toys, satisfy yourself.”
- “fine, if you’re that desperate.”
- “be my alpha/omega.”
- “i’m a beta, and even i know you’ve just fucked.”
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