keith coming home from a long, miserable day of work, and burying his face between lance’s thighs—eating him out ‘til he’s leaking on the kitchen counter, or whatever surface he was closest to at the time
i hope the fans who are so afraid of leaving kudos or comments understand that when authors receive paragraphs for comments after a chapter update we want to kiss you sloppy style
voltron trying to watch a movie together in the a/b/o universe, but none of them can hear the TV over the rumbling and purring. keith and lance’s, especially. their corner of the couch is the loudest
odds that it takes this time. They haven’t even been trying for long, Keith is just so desperate for it — Lance’s swollen belly, his chest filling with milk, and of course the baby keith will get to cradle in his arms one day, small and perfect and theirs.
keith kissing lance’s stomach in worship — one day Lance will grow their child there and Keith gets dizzy at the thought of it when he’s got Lance on his back, his long fingers tugging demanding at keith’s hair, keith pressing his forehead to his stomach and hoping against all ⬇️
older king and his beloved jester.
at court, the jester makes him laugh and laugh till his heart's content.
But in the privacy of his rooms, the king is the one pulling giggles from the jester as his fingers dip low, low, low on his stomach.
@Babyp1cklez i’ve reached a state of emotional apathy. a customer can scream in my face and i just smile as placid as can be. it’s not my fucking fault i can’t refund ur item clown ass