#like the Klance... Pants? thing

[klance-headcanons-official]

We're doing the chant!!!

ready?????

okay, here we go!

Klance...!!

[azure-arsonist]

Im high and that means its time to apeak my truth again. This is my disclaimer to not take this super seriously or anything go touch grass

I've never seen a good argument for why zukka is narratively better than zutara OBVIOUSLY ship and let ship, (Y'ALL motherfuckers are the ones that started pitting them against each other anyway) but honestly it sounds like a lot of y'all just like it because it's a gay klance coded (derogatory) ship. which is fine whatever none of my business but like just own it you don't really need to justify your preferences

Atla hit Netflix like two years after voltron ended so I don't think It's accurate to call it a rebound ship and I'm sure it was a thing before that. But also some of you fuckers slandered my girl katara for no good fucking reason and for that I think you should like, suffer a horrible fate, step on a Lego, piss your pants, whatever.

[bonbon-acide]

Ftm Keith smut headcanon (klance)

Mentions of afab genitals/ foreplaying/ fingering/ oral job/ vaginal sex/ first time

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Ftm Keith and Lance having their first time, Lance has little to no experience with any gender. Lance is scared to mess things up and make Keith uncomfortable

Ftm Keith guiding Lance's hand through his pants, first only above his boxer. Lance feels feels extremely hesitant about moving his hand until Keith start taking his hand to guide him and hump against it. Lance is very shy, wondering what to do and being scared to do anything before he hears Keith moaning softly near his ears driving him crazy. Lance start playing with his finger near Keith's cunt and god the feel of wetness growing on the tissues of Keiths boxer makes his head spin.

Ftm Keith guides Lance inside his underwear and Lance is freaking shock how wet his boyfriend is. Lance start slowly entering one finger. He doesn't really know if inserting something can hurt but he start to realize Keith is feeling good because he keeps humping against his hand trying to get more friction and sensation. Lance start going a little bolder with two fingers making Keith pants and moans. Keith start to play with his clit while kissing Lance's neck, he's a moaning mess and Lance is just head over heels with this vision.

Ftm Keith cums after a little while and Lance can't get enough of the sight of his boyfriend's body, pants and boxer rolled down to his knees and his shirt lifted up enough to display his torso. Lance takes off Keith's pants and boxer completely before getting inside his inner thighs. Keith starts to rub a hand through his brunette hair before slowly getting him closer to his cunt. Lance start small licks against it, making sure to taste Keith proprely. Lance's licks make Keith grow impatient and start to push him closer to his cunt. Lance start to him eat it out surprisingly good. The boy is a pussy eater born. Lance start to feel his mouth completly soaked with Keith's love juice and it drives him mad how good his boyfriend is. Keith start pulling Lance's hair everytime he start to eat him even eagerly than before, calling Lance a good boy and praising him. Lance's dick feels like he could ripped his pants easily everytime Keith praises him

Ftm Keith squirting a bit, pulling Lance's head backward before it happens. Lance is amazed by this and how good he can makes Keith feels. Before continuing, he goes up to kiss his boyfriend, making him rest a bit after so much stimulation.

Ftm Keith start to undress his boyfriend, he might not be exactly on top but that man knows how to take the lead. Lance is again not really sure what to do next but Keith guides him properly, finally letting Lance fuck him. He start slow and really passionately, trying to make sure his boyfriend enjoys every bit of it and that he feels safe and loved. They're both enjoyong it very much and even if the start was messy and wild, the end just feel nice and warm and their first time was just amazing

Ftm Keith loves dry humping against Lance's thighs, he just loves seeing his boyfriend trying to hold it together and hiding the bulge in his pant while Keith just have to go to the bathroom and clean himself afterward, no trace, no evidence. He just loves teasing him

Ftm Keith receving the best fingering in the whole word. As a payback for the dry humping, Lance will just finger-fuck him until he gets closw to finish and then stop, leaving Keith absolutely needy and on the verge of coming. Lance adores seeing his smug face turning into a panting mess begging for more.

Ftm Keith getting his testosterone shot and being really horny for a week after. Lance loves this time because his boyfriend gets really needy and basically let him do whatever he wants. It's always a wild week after every shots

Ftm Keith getting oral job from Lance everytime they hit it. That man just loves to eat his boyfriend out. That is his favorite thing and he's really good at it.

Ftm Keith trying pegging with Lance for the first time after a while. He wasn't really sure if he would like it but Lance really wanted to try. Keith discovered that Lance can come more than one time and he suprisingly get really into it.

Ftm Keith doing all the aftercare everytime. He loves to pamper his boyfriend and praise him. He might not be really affectionate towards Lance in public but in the bed and even more after sex, he will make Lance lays on top of him, caresses his back, playing with his hair and tell him how good he is until Lance falls asleep or get up for another round.

[spaceaces00]

I will say like yeah omg klance is always on the mind wear your klance pants haha

But in a very real reality for the past 6 years it was more of a quiet comfort thing- I could always go back to the art and writing and it was familiar or maybe I would see something red/blue and laugh a bit and move on

Just a little silly thing that got to stay with me as I grew up

[whatthequizquack]

Inspiration (klance soundcloud au) Ch. 1:

Formally: The Tailor

FULL FIC HERE:

"I don't know, Hunk. 'The Tailor' doesn't really work for me anymore."

Lance whirled around to face Hunk in his desk chair, and crossed his legs.

"I was thinking 'The Sharpshooter' instead. Got a nice ring to it, right?"

He laid back in his chair in satisfaction, while Hunk just nodded, continuing his work.

Lance was sitting back at his desk, scrolling through his phone, and visibly procrastinating on the school project he had up on his laptop screen. The desk was at the foot of his bed in their dorm room, where Hunk’s setup was mirrored on the other side of the room. With their beds up against the wall and desks at the end of their beds it was a bit cramped, but what dorm room isn't? A beat up guitar case and a bunch of other musical equipment were leaning up against the wall closest to the door, in a delicate way, almost as if that were their most precious belongings, as they were the only organized things in that room. A small mini-fridge was in between their beds with a cheap coffee machine sitting on top, along with a loose extension cord. It seemed like they used the top of the fridge as a nightstand of some sort, at least Lance did, anyway. He had tan skin and wavy hair, in much need of a haircut but it suited him well. He was wearing a hoodie and pajama pants. Hunk wasn’t much different with wardrobe, but had his mid-length hair up in a bun and big headphones on his head. He enjoyed working on music, and had already finished his homework to be able to. They enjoyed engaging in parallel play when they weren’t chatting it up or making music together.

The two boys have been creating music for over a year on SoundCloud, and got tons of positive feedback. This was Lance's last album being 'The Tailor', and decided to go with a different name. They've been a dynamic musical duo since they met at Garrison University 2 years ago, auditioning for every talent show and taking any gig they got.

"Alright, I'm done with the base beat. Wanna take a listen?" Hunk said lifting his eyes off the computer screen, and onto Lance's sitting figure, who was scrolling through his phone.

"Blast it, Hunk." Hunk nodded slightly as he played the beat, to which Lance was bobbing his head to while closing his eyes. After four measures of listening, Lance started rap freestyling, and like always, was recording it on his phone. He always takes a feel of the music, and listens to the beats and what vibe it conveys. He went with whatever felt right, and it usually worked out beautifully. He had a way with words, they just seemed to float out of him. Most wouldn't expect it coming from Lance, but given his skill of smooth-talking, it isn't much of a shock.

After freestyling a bit, Lance mentioned to stop the beat.

"Do you think we'll need Nyma? I think it's one of those songs that need a lil cute singy part." Lance asked.

Hunk gave Lance a knowing look.

"Lance, she played you. We don't need some dusty whore because of her voice. I don't care if you guys are on good terms."

Lance nodded. "Alright, we'll have to find another voice to feature. Let's start tomorrow? It's getting late."

Hunk agreed and saved the progress on the track, and they both headed to their respective beds to scroll on their phones til they fell asleep.

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WEEKS EARLIER, AT KALTENECKER RECORDS

"Keith, are you sure about this?" Katie said nervously into the recording booth microphone.

Keith just nodded with his oversized studio headphones, and the beat played.

The studio they were using was Kaltenecker Studios, one of the big two in the industry. Keith was very fortunate to be picked up and taken in with the help of his brother—Takashi, one of the best R&B singers of this generation—before he went into the military. Yes, Keith was unfortunately a nepo kid, although through adoption, and it's been visibly weighing on him lately. Keith had short black hair, modeled after his brother, with his signature undercut, although he grew out more of his hair on the top than he did. He was wearing all-black sweatpants and a hoodie, with white air forces. His pale complexion contrasted his hair, clothing, and the walls behind him. The studio was lavish, lined all around with velvet black walls and plaques, boasting the studio's accomplishments from their chosen artists. A majority of the plaques boasted the famed singer Allura, who broke numerous records with her insane vocal talent. The equipment was all in gold and silver to match the luxurious aesthetic. Keith stood in the studio recording while Katie and another producer sat at the soundboard. Katie was a shorter woman, wearing a pantsuit with a tidy short ginger bob. She looked up to Edna Mode, after all. Her large circular glasses rested on her freckled covered nose, as she paid attention to the vocals and settings on the soundboard.

Keith wasn't known to make the most meaningful music, he made more of the club music or trendy poppin bottles and getting hoes kinda music. It was fun and great and all, but he randomly got convicted to make more than just that. He had the skill and the platform, and now wanted to put it to use.

"I gave up my all, When I felt lost not one of y'all called, When I took off, everybody else starved, I don't really understand what y'all on, What y'all want, I can't live, Can't be free, Can't be here. Gave my sweat, gave my tears, Gave up all the best of my years, Had to give everything, I ain't gain anything, Just pain and more sadness, Just brush strokes, blank stares, no details and no canvas. I ain't livin' for your love, Case dismissed I don't need another judge, I ain't got every thing off my chest, But I got one more thing to confess."

After a successful recording day, Keith walked out of the booth. Katie ran up to him with a concerned look on her face.

"You do realize this can change your audience and rep, right?"

"As long as I write music about things that actually matter, I'll be okay. I made it this far.

Keith shrugged and looked at Katie with a frustrated and conflicted look in his eye.

"Even if my career is over, I'll go down doing what I think is much more meaningful, and I think that's more important."

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Lance woke up to his alarm, and slammed the snooze. He wasn't exactly a morning person, and it drove Hunk insane to have to hear his 32 alarms each morning while Lance slept through each and every single one of them. After the 15th alarm went off and was immediately snoozed by Lance, Hunk slowly got up, shook Lance, and threw on an old hoodie.

"Lance, wake up. I'm not about to let you freeload on my notes again. Not in the mood. Up."

Lance groans and covers his face with his blanket, just for Hunk to rip it off, and give him a tired glare. Lance returned the glare with an angry pout, and stared at the ceiling for a couple minutes, trying to boot up his brain. After Lance finally got up, he made some coffee from the cheap coffee machine in their dorm, and headed down the hallway to their morning classes. ----- After they finished their first class, they had a 3 hour window until their next class. The duo decided to go out for more coffee, so they hopped in the car. While on the road, a song just finished and the radio host started talking.

"We have some very interesting news about Cheif Keith this morning!"

Lance scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Ugh, not in the mood to hear about banging hoes this morning, it's still too early to get turnt up." Lance said, rubbing his eyes, still really exhausted. The morning lecture on economics didn't help.

Hunk gave Lance a shocked expression. "Never thought I'd hear that from you ever."

"Oh c'mon, Chief is mid compared to Pitbull and them. His stuff is not worth hearing this early, but Pitbull's is. It's raunchy."

Hunk looked confused but shrugged, as he couldn't argue with that logic.

"Chief Keith has released a single, and it's got a different spin on his usual vibe. Up next, New Leaf, featuring Rolo!"

Lance and Hunk turned at each other.

"Woah, Rolo?" Hunk said with raised eyebrows.

"That's that R&B singer that had that scandal a couple of years back, yeah? What's he doing in a song with Chief Keith?" Said Lance, as he turned up the volume.

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After a brief listen to the new single, Lance and Hunk were pleasantly surprised. This definitely wasn't his usual type of music.

"That was 'New Leaf, ft. Rolo'! The Chief really seems to be switching it up with his style! Up next--"

Lance turned off the radio, and they drove in silence. Both because of their sheer college-and-living-in-dorms exhaustion and pleasant shock. What could cause such a big change in his music?

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"His name is 'The Tailor' or something on Soundcloud. He's the reason why I decided to drop the act and start making meaningful music." Keith said as he sipped his coffee.

"A SoundCloud rapper--" said Katie in a scolding tone "--is the reason you changed your content?"

Keith just nodded as he sipped the last drops in his cup. He could tell that Katie wasn't impressed, and scrambled to grab his phone for proof. "Here, want to hear one of his tracks?" He said, pushing his phone in her direction with Soundcloud open.

Katie just stood there with arms crossed, with an annoyed look on her face. She lowered her arms and exhales audibly. "I guess, yeah, sure" " she said while pinching the bridge of her nose.

Keith turned on his most popular track, "Getaway".

Keith pressed play, and watched the comments left at each second of the song pop onto the screen. There was a lot of support for this guy, and it was surprisingly not as cringey as Katie expected, especially after expecting the worst cringe "I'm so sad" kind of music to play from his phone. A couple minutes passed, the last chorus played, and Keith looked up at Katie with expectation as he put his phone close to his chest.

"Wow." Katie was pleasantly surprised with this guy's track, and exhaled when she understood what was going on. "You're right, Keith. He does have good music. But are you sure you want to go through with a content change? I mean, you got a lot going for you right now, is it worth it?"

"Definitely. Can we get him here at Kaltenecker Records ASAP? Like can you make that happen?"

Katie gave him a fed up look, got up, began to walk off, and waved her hand behind her dismissively.

"You're the best!" Keith yelled as she walked away.

Keith exhaled and looked back down, looking at the album cover for the Tailor on his phone. He could barely make out the guy's face on the cover, as it was more of a silhouette of a dude with a grassy field behind him. "I'll need all the help I could get from this guy."

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hey yall, it's the author. I'm currently revising old chapters and gonna continue with new ones soon. thanks!

[iybms]

It was, he justifies, practically a life or death situation. It's entirely understandable that in the face of the mission stakes, he threw his whole self into it. Really into it. For the sake of believability, that's all. Life or death. Yeah.

And now, whenever death does find him, he'll go down knowing exactly what Keith's lips feel like against his; what Keith's tongue tastes like; the grip of Keith's hands on his body; the hardness of Keith's hips when Lance presses against them. Never in a million years did he think he'd ever know such things, but now he's never going to be able to un-know them. Hell, he can almost still feel the heat of Keith's hand through the fabric of these shitty uniform pants.

He almost wishes he could un-know it all, because then maybe he could forget how much he liked it.

Maybe he could even convince himself that he doesn't sort of want to do it again.

rating: E (Explicit) pairing: keith/lance words: 30,060 tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Near Death Experiences, Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, canonverse, Getting Together, Kissing, Frottage, Showers, Blow Jobs, First Time, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, brief misunderstanding, Happy Ending, Vers klance, Demisexual Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Illustrations

This work contains adult content, and nsfw art. If you are under the age of consent, I strongly recommend that you reconsider reading this fic.

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38889444

sfw illustrations (and spoilers) under the cut.

[ilcantodelsoleil]

a little eensie weensie part of a gratuitous explicit sugusato Thing that i'm writing below the break. nsft pwp as always ....

Geto swallows down each and every single curse that rolls off of Gojo's pretty pink tongue as he strokes at him, wanting deliriously to laugh at the irony of it all but only being able to pant his pleasure instead.

This is what I was made for, he thinks. I've been eating up the wrong curses my entire life, it seems.

Sweet. He drinks the coarse words down like the cherry cola floats Satoru loves so much, and the ease of their subsumption into his very being is something he can usually only dream of. The slick sound of Geto's tight fist pumping at Gojo's flushed cock seems to ripple through the air like the heatwaves outside of their little dorm room sanctuary, the buzzing of cicadas complementary to the dizziness in his head.

“Fuck, Suguru,” Satoru slurs, bucking against the tunnel of his hand, “fuckin’ faster, you goddamn prude–”

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idk how much of my klance readerbase collides w satosugu stans but here u go HEHAHAH. i wonder if i will continue this

[autisticlancemcclain]

The pillow he’s hugging is absolutely not cutting it. Aside from the travesty that it’s his only one (the fact that all the paladin rooms only have one pillow is beyond horrifying, and something Lance as been frantically trying to remedy, but first has to scour the castle for some kind of suitable stuffing. It’s been an arduous journey), it’s just not it. He huffs, flipping over and bunching up his (ridiculously thin) blanket and stuffing that in his arms, too. That works for a few minutes, until he starts to feel restless again and then he’s back at square one.

Hunk sighs again. He sits up. He stares at the wall for a bit. He shifts and then stares at the ceiling. He swings around and places his feet on the floor — it’s cold, it takes conscious effort to keep his bare feet on the tile. (When Lance is done with the pillows, if he’s bored, Hunk should ask if he can help him make a rug, or something.) He taps his fingers on the golden yellow, silk-like fabric of his new pajama pants. He hums. It’s a nice break in the silence, the humming.

Hunk straightens. Oh! Oh. That’s a great idea. He should go sleep with Lance; he’s the noisiest sleeper Hunk knows. Also, Hunk misses sharing a room with him.

He stands, sliding his feet into the awesome Yellow Lion slippers Lance made for everyone (even Keith, which he refuses to acknowledge. Hunk thinks it’s cute. So does literally everyone else. Lance also made pink and orange lion slippers for Allura and Coran respectively, and Hunk knows for a fact that anyone’s reluctance towards Lance melted immediately upon receiving them).

He walks carefully over to Lance’s room, tiptoeing especially carefully past Keith’s room (in case Keith really does have cool Galran hearing). He doesn’t bother knocking, figuring Lance is both unconscious and willing to let him in. The faint blue light in the hallway bleeds into the room, gently illuminating Lance’s lax, sleeping face. Hunk steps all the way in and closes the door behind him. The soft light in the room doesn’t fade, the glow from the red Balmeran crystal pushing the shadows away.

Thinking of Balmera makes Hunk smile. He shakes it away — they��ll get there soon.

“Lance,” he whispers, “get up.”

Lance mumbles something about cheese and starshine.

“Lance.”

“Keithmhph. Hair. Mm.”

Hunk grins. He wishes he was recording, but it’s not like anyone will have a hard time believing him. The Klance Pining is as visible as the Great Lakes are from the moon.

“What about Keith’s hair?”

To Hunk’s endless joy, that is the thing that wakes Lance up. He blinks a few times, groggy and distorted.

“—eith —” he blinks one more time, and big brown eyes finally focus on Hunk, widening a little when it really clinks.

“Hunk!” he says brightly. Hunk’s chest warms. There’s nothing like your mere presence literally and genuinely lighting someone up. It’s nearly impossibly to feel horrible about yourself when someone immediately feels joy just by seeing you.

“Hey, Lance.”

Lance grins at him again. It’s so wide and happy that his eyes crinkle. He pats the space beside him. “What’s up?”

Hunk doesn’t need any more of an invitation, and crawls onto Lance’s bed. He settles with his back to the wall, and Lance doesn’t hesitate to flop on top of him, long uncoordinated limbs going everywhere (including Hunk’s face, for which Lance shoots him a sheepish smile, but Hunk isn’t mad. He knows Lance and, by extension, his falling arms).

Once Lance has wiggled around enough to make himself comfortable, he blindly reaches up to pat Hunk on the cheek. “What’s wrong? You have a nightmare?”

“Nah, just couldn’t sleep.”

“…Was it because of the shitty pillows.”

Hunk snorts. Lance knows him, alright. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m workin on ‘em, Hunky-Bear. Ily.”

“Saying the words has the same amount of syllables as the acronym, you know.”

“Yes, but I’m fun and quirky.”

“That you are, dude.”

“Hm.”

They lie there for long enough that Hunk thinks Lance has maybe fallen back asleep, but then his legs kick out in the air and he resumes fidgeting around.

“Can you tell me something fun and gossipy?”

Something gossipy, during a sleepover with his best friend. Hunk bites his lip. An image comes to mind immediately, but it will come with a lot of teasing, that’s for sure.

But, huh. It’s not like Hunk doesn’t have a laundry list of things he can tease Lance about, so.

“There’s the slightest possibility,” Hunk starts, and Lance squeals immediately, shooting upright and shaking Hunk’s shoulders.

“Shay! Shay! You have a crush on Shay! Oh my God, tell me every single detail!”

Hunk laughs, because of course that’s what Lance was waiting to hear.

“Yeah, yeah, you got me.”

“Of course I gotcha, moon eyes!”

“Who are you calling moon eyes?” Hunk asks, eyebrow raised. “I’m not the one who sighs Keith’s name in my sleep.”

Lance’s face flames. “I do not do that!”

“Dude, I literally just watched you do it.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yeah-huh!”

“Nope!”

“Yeah — Jesus, do you want to hear about Shay or not?”

Lance’s mouth clamps shut so hard his jaw clicks, a little. He mimes zipping his mouth shut. Hunk rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

“She’s just… she’s so bright. She’s lived underground her whole life, but she shines brighter than anything. Her smile is breathtaking, Lance, seriously. She’s so kind. And she’s funny! God, and she’s beautiful, Lance, holy shit. She sparkles. I’m just… I really like her, Lance. I really do.”

Lance smiles softly at him. He scrambles to his knees, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Hunk’s forehead, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “I’m so happy for you!” he says. “Yay Hunk and Shay!”

Hunk laughs, knocking his head gently onto Lance’s. “Thanks, dude.”

Lance hums again and scooches back down, throwing his half-dozen blankets (originally he only had one like the rest of them, but he was coming to every morning briefing absolutely shivering, so Hunk talked to Coran so Lance didn’t freeze to death in the night) over their shoulders and settling in.

“Feel free to tell me more,” he says though a yawn, “but full disclosure my eyelids are pulling themselves together, so I might fall asleep. In case I do: I love you lots and lots and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Hunk smiles softly. “I love you lots and lots too, dude.”

He accepts Lance’s manhandling of his limbs until he’s in a comfy position, then talks quietly about Shay and all the reasons she’s amazing until he feels the small puddle of drool on his shoulder, telling him Lance is totally out. (Which. Is gross. But Hunk loves Lance, so.)

He smiles again as his own eyes start to close, finally comfortable with the soft noises of the room and the koala hold of his best friend.

Maybe he can get used to space after all.

[kandyklancing]

nsfw/ klance

an exhausted keith coming home to his boyfriend after a long, particularly tiring day of work.

he just wants to let off some steam after being frustrated by his asshole of a boss, and lance, god. perfect, pliant lance is the sweetest catharsis.

he greets keith at the door, eager and earnest (as always) only to be engulfed by keith's strong arms. he's fresh out of patience, briefcase dropped callously to the floor, careless and forgotten.

lance's long legs immediately wrap themselves around keith unprompted, and purch on his hips where they belong as he gasps in surprise. keith smiles, first in relief at the first and only satisfyingly heartwarming moment of his day, and secondly because it won't be the last if he has anything to say about it.

he jogs over to their room, lance held snuggly around him, the jolts of the steps he takes making him giggle cutely against keith's broad chest.

"gonna do somethin' to me, baby?" he whispers coquettishly, nosing his way up keith's gulping throat.

"you know what," keith rumbles darkly, reaching around to grasp lance's perky butt in his large hands.

"yeah? gonna do...my fav..ourite?" lance asks him, words stilted as keith pushes into their room and dumps him unceremoniously on the bed. he laughs loud and tinkly at that and keith loves the sound.

he dives in to lave at his lips hungrily and suddenly, then pulls back. "gonna do our favourite," he tells lance meaningfully.

he pulls the loose tank top he's wearing aside and latches onto a dark nipple, lance subsequently crying out.

keith smirks devilishly against his chest, leaning up to pull the top off, and smooth his way down his torso with cool palms.

lance looks up at him so sweetly, gaze reverant and blue. "please, keith, oh please," drips from his lips unbidden, driven by keith's hungry countenance, a feeling of desire so filling spreading within him and making him flush red.

keith smiles softly back, charmed to his core at lance's unabashed display of need. he never holds back. so he'll give him exactly what he needs.

keith's hands reach to begin pulling the sweatpants gracing lance's hips very slowly down as he eyes a squirming lance all the while, gaze piercing. the tension is palpable and he knows how bad lance wants it. him, even more, evident by his lively salivating mouth. it's a good thing he's kept it shut.

lance is smooth, smooth as can be and devoid of undergarments, as the sweatpants slip down his ankles and keith quirks a questioning brow.

"knew you were gonna get this, huh? cocky, little thing" he reprimands, eyes shining.

lance's only do the same, challengingly. "you called at midday, tired and grumpy. by now i know what that entails," he says up to keith, legs kicking out happily, and endearingly and keith just adores it, adores him.

he grasps them in midair, spreading them wide for him, leaning in pointedly. "is that so?" he keeps up.

"very much so," lance replies, nodding quickly as his patience wears thin. "but god help me keith, please-" he starts, never to continue as keith leans in to lick him at his most vulnerable point.

"fuh- yes pleaseohmygod," he squeaks out, head falling back into their mess of pillows, because keith never holds back.

he laves at lance's hole with devotion, kissing him there like he would his mouth, licking into him like it's the last time and until his pink furl makes way for his wet tongue, and it's so fucking intense and as embarrassingly intimate as the first time, never losing its spell binding pleasure for even a moment.

keith pulls back occasionally, to breathe out heavily and whisper things like "love your hole, baby," and "love doing this for you," face wet with his own tongue tracks as lance falls apart beneath him, his rapidly leaking dick pulsing as hard as keith's own that's still tucked away in his pants.

"aah-ah! mhmmph holy shit, keithhh," lance mewls, singing his pleasure out into the room, body coiled as tight as a bow string.

keith can feel it in his tensed thighs and spurs him on, by sinking an interested pinkie into his spit-slicked opening.

"look at that sloppy hole, you suck me in so good. my baby ready to cum, isn't he?" he asks, pulling back to lock eyes with a debauched lance.

"ye-ah, yes baby you know i am!" lance gasps out, not even bothering to grasp his cock because he's that close.

"go on sweetheart, know you don't need my hands for that, so ill just keep my fingers inside you," keith smirks, sexily, pumping inside of lance slowly and sensually with two fingers now.

and he's more than right, lance immediately cumming at that, white exploding all over his tight stomach, a few stray drops landing on keith's face where he's nestled it back between lance's cheeks.

but lance knew that was merely the beginning, as keith licked at his hole once more.

happy new year everyone! ���� just wanted to give u something new! thinking about extending this for ao3 soon 💙 lmk what u think by interacting!

[angelwars11]

MY KLANCE FICS

I am what now?

Word count: 5,436

Summary: "I have something to tell you...that's why I am here. And...maybe the rest of the team later."

Or

Keith and the Blade of Marmora come to the Castle of Lions to talk about the Coalition; boring war and political stuff, but Keith is hardly focused on that at the moment. He's more focused on seeing Lance again after such a long time! Keith, with all his giddiness to wrap his arms around his boyfriend, has to 'professionally' ask Kolivan to let him stay on the ship, so he can 'professionally' speak with the team of Voltron regarding the Coalition. Things happen between Keith and Lance, and well, shit happens. But what?

Rating: T

Big News!

Word count: 1,864

Summary: “I learned of some shocking news today, and due to that, I decided to stop going on Blade missions for the time being,”

Or

Keith discovers some big news from Axca, and because of this, he goes to visit Lance for dinner! A conversation ensues and Keith tells his boyfriend what he's been anxious to tell him all day. But what is it?

Rating: G

Caught in the act

Word count: 4,289

Summary: '"Psh! I am not moving. I won! Now you see how it feels to have the floor press against your face." Lance pokes his shoulder blade ten times. The movement—oh the movement—of Lance poking him causes Lance to shift his body down and graze Keith's ass. Keith chokes on a small grunt. Lance. I-" Keith pauses.

The pants around his crotch have tightened considerably, and it feels really wrong and really good at the same time. Keith is about to buck Lance off like an angry bull if he doesn’t quiznacking move off. "Please get off, " Keith begs. Keith never begs. Hopefully, that sets off some alarms before it's too late.'

Or

Lance is prideful over his new Altean broadsword! He's so prideful of it that he wants to show off his cool sword-fighting skills to Keith. Keith agrees, and they spar! However, things get a bit awkward, and Keith's disaster gay comes out to play!

Rating: M

Happy reading everyone!! 😊💙❤💜

[angelz667]

i’m on a cruise and forgot my klance pants in my car. (in my carry on WHICH HAS MY LAPTOP AND LIKE A BUNCH OF IMPORTANT THINGS) and i’m so sad 😞 i’m wearing my klance bracelet though ❤️💙

Hiya

you wearing your Klance Pants today?

Or in @idoweirdcrap's case, your Klance Cap?

[whatthequizquack]

Inspiration (klance soundcloud au) Ch. 2:

The News

-In Lance's POV-

I said goodnight to Hunk as I turned over in my bed and was doom scrolling through my phone. That song kept playing in my head, Cheif Keith's new single. It was oddly catchy, and that fact annoyed me. He was that kind of industry plant mumble rapper, and it kind of felt like he was trying to cling to relevancy by switching it up this drastically. But the stupid song was stuck in my head, and I remember watching a five-minute craft video that said that listening to the song that's stuck in your head all the way to the end helps get rid of it. Ugh. I gave in and opened YouTube, typed in the song title, and clicked the video. Since it was new, there was only an audio version, with an album cover of Chief Keith sitting in an old convertible, with gigantic lettering spelling "Past Pressures". Oh, interesting, there’s gonna be a whole album?

I woke up to probably the 87th time the song replayed, since I fell asleep after the 4th loop. It was really pleasant. Really soothing. So so melodic. Who would’ve thought, right? I slowly open my eyes with a small grin plastered on my face. What a pleasant way to wake up.

Wait. Wake up? It's morning? What time is--

9:25 am?! #$@#!!!

"Hunk! Wake up! We've only got five minutes to make it to class!" I shrieked as I jumped out of bed with only pajama pants on, grabbed a hoodie draped on my chair, and threw it on. I scrambled and hopped as I tried to put my shoes on as fast as I could.

Hunk shot up and threw on his clothes as well, also struggling and hobbling a bit due to the urgency. We both then grabbed our backpacks and jumped out of the door.

"Looks like we're taking the car to class!" I said as I jumped in the driver seat and put the keys in the ignition.

"Jump in!" I screamed out the window, as Hunk was desperately running towards the car a bit behind me, trying to tie his hair back. He jumped in and I gassed it.

I considered myself a great driver, but for some very odd reason, most people didn't agree. But the important thing is that I get to places in one piece I guess. By the time I sped up to our building and parked, we had about 30 seconds left until 9:30. We both ran into the building, ran through the halls and admittedly, we loudly entered the door into the classroom, and discovered that class was already in session. Sure, we had a pretty loud entrance, but we were there, and technically on time. I felt everyone's eyes on me, but I really didn't care. I just confidently walked to my seat, while Hunk apologetically waved to the professor as he sheepishly followed me.

"Sorry for the interruption professor. Please go on." Said Hunk, but of course he did. He's just that type of student to not want to be on bad terms with his professor. I just can't wait until I get out of this hell hole and get some coffee. I'm dead tired.

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FINALLY, that bell rang. You already know I ran out of there as fast as I could. Calling the driver's seat, I got the keys, sat down, and got ready to drive. Hunk strapped himself into the passenger seat, and stared me down. Of course, he wants me to give my phone to him. He's all about that safety-first stuff.

"Just plug it into the aux. Turn on some bangers." He hated it when I said that, but I said it anyway. He plugged it in, turned on my Spotify, and we drove to the nearest Dutch Bros.

After getting my beloved cup of coffee, my songs were interrupted by my ringtone. Who can be calling me this early? Motioning Hunk to pick it up and let it play through the car speakers, he did just so.

"Yellow?" I glanced over to the screen and saw it wasn't a number I recognized, and followed my greeting with a confused "Who's this?".

"Hello, is this 'The Tailor' from SoundCloud?"

Ohhhh boy. How’d they get this number? Am I finally being recognized or hunted down?

"This is he," I replied, still confused.

"This is Katie Gunderson from Kaltenecker Records, I'm Cheif Keith's agent. You have been requested by Keith himself for you to visit the studio. Would you be interested in that offer?"

I just stared at the road ahead in shock.

"I-uh-yeah, but why does Chief Keith want me at the studio?"

I've never been more confused, shocked, and happy in my entire life.

"That’s not important. I’ll be keeping in touch with more details as things play out."

I looked at Hunk as he put his hands up defensively towards that tone. Kinda rude to speak to me like that but I guess that's how the show bizz is.

"Uhhh okay, I understand. When will this happen and where? Do I book a flight right now--"

"That won't be necessary. Whenever you have free time, just give me a call, and we'll provide transportation and housing during your visit."

Smiling slightly, I look over once again at Hunk and realize I’ll need him there.

"Uh, ma'am? I have a producer that creates my beats and stuff, I need him to come along with me."

"That'll be no problem, sir. Just say the word, and we'll get you here and settled for a bit. Any other questions?"

"No, but I'll call you if I have any! Thank you so much!"

“You as well. Good day.”

I ended the call and kept driving in a trance. After a bit, I looked over at Hunk, who still had his mouth open in disbelief.

"Woah dude. I don't even know how to react. Like is this it?"

Hunk gave an I-dunno look, and I turned to face the road as I continued to drive in shock. Is this my big break?

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-In Keith's POV-

"Did you call him yet?"

Katie was looking out the window then turned around to face me.

"Yeah, he's going to come soon, it’s all up to when he’s free. He's also bringing a guest, his producer? I hope that's alright."

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. So when is he coming?"

Katie was looking through her phone now, so she looked up and parted her mouth to reply.

"He's a college student, Keith. He needs​ to make time or find some on his own, not just us grabbing him from his classes."

I never went to college, unless one year of University before getting expelled counts. This guy must have some talent to balance music and school, since I can barely handle music alone. Maybe I can visit him...?

I stood up, nodded slightly, and headed out the door. Remembering where I was going, I peeked my head in the office once more to ask if Katie wanted anything for lunch, to which she gestured to her McDonald's bag. I nodded once more and headed out of the office building.

As I walked out of the office building, I scrolled through my texts, and saw I had a new one. From Katie? She sent me a number, and being curious, I clicked it and plugged in my earbuds to listen to the other end. I almost jumped when I heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"Yellow?" The guy on the other end said, in a rather obnoxious.

"Yeah, hello? This is Keith Kogane, is this 'The Tailor'?"

"Woah super formal" I heard him say under his breath. “Yeah, this is he, I think I just got off the phone with your agent…? Is this for real?”

I was shocked at this guy's bluntness, but I understand being confused by how sudden this all is.

"Yeah, definitely for real, I’m sorry for how out of the blue this all is, but I have a question for you. Since I know you have a busy life at the moment, I was wondering if I could possibly visit until you could come to California for the studio session?"

I could've sworn I heard whispering on the other end, but it quickly cut back to him talking normally.

"Woah, yeah, sure, dude! Come anytime. Me and Hunk-- ah-- Hunk and I, would be honored to have you here. I’m a bit confused about why, but hell, why not?

"Great, because I'm visiting tomorrow. What's your address?"

Fantastic. I sound like a desperate stalker.

"This is your number, right?”

“...Yeah…?”

I almost jumped when I heard the FaceTime ringing and looked down at my phone to see my own face, and a prompt to accept the call.

“Uhhhh…” I stammered.

“C'mon man, I wanna see if this is for real or not. This is a lot and gotta make sure it’s not a scam or whatever.”

I froze. I’ll be seeing the guy who inspired me. My muse. I’m scared.

I snap out of my confusion and sigh. “Fine.”

I accept the FaceTime request to see a couple of pairs of eyes hovering over the camera phone. One is a bigger tan guy, with big brown eyes and dark brown hair, sporting a neat manbun. The other is another tan guy, smaller in size, with the most stunning blue eyes I have ever seen. His wavy brown hair complemented his skin tone so well, and I hadn't even seen his full face. Who is this guy? The bigger guy quickly whipped out of frame, which snapped me out of whatever spell I was under.

“Woah, it's actually you! Love your music man, good stuff.”

I stare down at the phone, also only showing my eyes and hair.

“Right back at you, and you are…?”

“I’m Lance, or The Tailor as you might know me. The other guy is Hunk, he's the producer I mentioned to your agent.”

Woah. It’s him.

“Ah, right. Well, how is the visit gonna work? Do I have your permission, or…?”

“Right! Just let me know when you're in the area and I’ll send the address. Sound good?”

“Yeah, yeah! Sounds great, thank you for being so flexible, I just can't wait to work with you.”

“Of course! It’s an honor. See you when I see you!

"You too, thank you for the cooperation."

"Yeah, no problem, man. See you then!"

I heard a click on the other end, and felt a flutter in my chest. Woah. That was him. I can't wait.

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-In Hunk's POV-

I have never seen someone so excited to see someone they hated only two days ago. Man, Lance is crazy. I mean, I'm a bit excited too, but this is just downright a dream. Why would a random rich rapper want to visit a lowly SoundCloud rapper and his producer? Well, whatever the reason, I hope he isn't staying here. Don't like rich people get expensive hotels? He's real thoughtful for visiting instead of us visiting him. It's almost midterms anyway. Hopefully, he won't distract us too much.

"Yo, Hunk! We gotta tidy this dump up! Keith is visiting like, tomorrow!" Lance said with a goofy grin and flailing arms. This dude needs to chill.

Wait, Keith? Who-- Oh! Chief Keith. Yeah, gotta leave a good impression.

I helped Lance set up the dorm in an orderly fashion, and prepped to go to the store to pick up groceries at the supermarket for the visit. Lance pitched in some of his savings so we could get a decent amount of food instead of just some Pop-Tarts and Cup Noodles. Plus, Shay works there as a cashier. She's so nice. 

I picked up all the groceries for a good cheap college dinner, and headed to the registers. Ah, register 2. Shay's working there.

"Hey, Shay!" I was grinning like a fool when I walked up to the conveyor belt.

We talked a bit about my career, my major, and her future goals. She's so breathtakingly intelligent. I said my goodbyes, grabbed the groceries, and headed for our old Honda. Keith better be prepared for the delicious meal I'll prepare for him. Although I am studying to be an engineer, I love cooking, and was hoping to minor in it when I get the funds. I'm super excited that Lance and I might be able to get some recognition from people other than online or on campus because of Keith's visit, I'm hoping it'll go well.

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Thanks for reading yall. Leave feedback in the comments, ill be continuing my revision and hopefully with the rest of the story soon.

[klance-fics]

Do you know which klance fic had asexual Keith and like Allura and/or someone(s) asked Lance if he wanted to sleep over after a date as some sort of test to see if he was worthy of dating Keith (they didn’t want Lance to be attempting to get in Keith’s pants) and Lance felt guilty bc the only reason he didn’t say yes was bc he left his skin care stuff at his dorm(?)? There was also a part where Keith tried to force himself to do sexual things with Lance and Lance stopped it bc he noticed Keith was shaking. There might’ve also been a succulent or a houseplant used as a plot device somewhere idk.

i have no idea how but i cant find this one

i looked through the asexual keith + keith/lance tag but nothing matches. it does sound kind of familiar tho

if anyone has it lmk and ill post it!

[voltron-goldmine]

First Kiss (Klance)

Thump, thump, thump.

That was the only sound that rung in Keith's ears, the sound of his heart beating rapidly. It drowned out the sound of breaths coming out in shaky huffs.

He felt sweat build up underneath his fingerless gloves, knowing it wouldn't do anything, he absentmindedly rubbed his hands on his pants.

Lance was a few feet away from him, his back turned, eyes memorized by the stars as if he were treasuring them. He was unaware of the red paladins presence, his mind sailing in his ocean of thoughts, or so Keith had assumed by the expression displayed on his face that he were able to see from the reflection of the window.

He looked beautiful.

It only made his current situation harder.

He hesitantly moved forward, trudging on his steps, tripping as of he had two left feet. However, his boot caused a high pitched squeak to echo throughout the hall, jumping Lance out of his trance.

A magnificent blue shade of eyes were turned to face Keith, causing him to skip a beat, he felt like his boots were glued to the floor, arms permanently stuck to his sides.

"Keith? What are you doing here?" Lance questioned, his brows furrowed.

Keith found it incredulously difficult to let words leave his mouth, let alone form sentences. The thumping grew even louder as Lance made his way closer to him, patiently waiting for an answer.

"I...um—I just wanted to see how you're doing," he said half-heartedly.

"Oh," Lance said, his tone and expression both surprised yet lingering with suspicion. "Is...that all?"

Keith swallowed the lump welling up in the back of his throat. He nodded then shook his head, letting out a sigh, he let his head fell into his hands, mumbling an apology.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Lance asked, resting an arm on his shoulder, giving him a comforting smile that caused butterflies to form in the pit of Keith's stomach, dancing around, making him want to vomit.

How was he going to get out of this?

Maybe he could...no.

Yes?

He took a deep breath.

It was now or never.

The red paladin looked Lance in the eyes, his purple pupils sunk into Lance's gaze then he reached out to cup the boys tanned cheek, a blush spreading across both boys cheeks. Lance didn't seem to know how to react so he stood there as if he were paralyzed, almost leaning into his touch without thinking.

Fear stopped Keith from going any further.

He let another apology slip his lips, letting his hand fall to his side, the electric shock of Keith's warmth ghosting over Lance's cheek. One last apology was spoken before he turned to leave, hoping the somewhat dark from the hall to hide his face that almost matched the same shade of red on his lion.

He gasped softly, flinching at the sudden grasp on his hand.

"Wait," Lance whispered, grabbing hold of the boys pale chin with his thumb and finger when standing in front of him, Keith being too stubborn to face him.

"Look..." Keith murmured. "I didn't mean to— I know what you're going to say and I—"

Lips cut him off. The same lips he'd imagine being pressed against his, the same lips he'd see smile, the same lips that were currently kissing him. Lance fucking McClain was willingly kissing him.

Keith eyes widened to the size of golf balls. He felt like he was dreaming, maybe he was? Why would this happen anyway? Lance liked Allura, right?

No. It was real.

Keith let his eyes flutter shut, his lips moving against Lance's, encouraging the cuban boy to take things just a hint farther, slightly his arms around Keith's slim waist, the kiss becoming a tad heated.

Keith's fingers tangled in his soft, light brown hair, he'd twirled a strand on his finger, his other arm wrapped loosely around his neck.

What seemed to be too soon for the both of them, the kiss ended, giving a chance for the two to breath.

Keith rolled his eyes at the sight of the dumb grin plastered on Lance's face as they're arms were slowly entangled off of each other.

Without a word, their fingers became intertwined as they left, wanting to go somewhere a little less private to continue and truly confesses to on another.

[love-sweet-tooth]

Summer Fling

Here’s another double dip for @get-beached I have two more that I’m editing. One might turn into more than 1,000 words. We’ll see ;)

Fandom: Voltron / Pairing: Klance / Prompts: Summer fling and summer weight gain / Words: 710

Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.

No matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn’t. Keith stuffed and whiny below him was burned into his memory, making it impossible to think of much else.

It was only supposed to be a summer fling.

With Hunk visiting family, Pidge taking summer classes, Shiro away for business, and Allura traveling across Europe with her mysterious new boyfriend, Lance and Keith were left alone for three whole months.

They promised not to kill each other. They even signed a contract Pidge had written up for them. Lance swore he’d find new friends, Keith muttered about he’d spend summer by himself. They parted ways with no plans on seeing each other until everyone else came back to town.

Then Lance got drunk.

He called his sister, thinking she’d help him. Instead, she relentlessly teased him over the phone before telling him to walk the three miles home in the rain. So, he did the only other thing he could think of. He called Keith.

Keith showed up. He bought him a shit ton of McDonald’s to sober him up. And then he did something surprising.

He brought Lance back to his place.

They watched late night reruns of a ghost hunting show. Both of them bickered over the low drone of the TV. Lance made stupid jokes, Keith laughed at how drunk Lance was while shoveling fries in his face. Something about Keith mindlessly eating made Lance tease him about getting fat. The next thing he knew, Keith had eaten more McDonlad’s than him and then they were kissing.

They were kissing and kissing and kissing then they were more than kissing. Keith tasted like fries and his stomach was puffy from all the junk he’d eaten. Lance touched him there, running his fingers across his tight middle, making him moan.

If either of them thought Lance soothing his belly before going down on him was weird, neither of them did anything to stop it.

The next morning, Lance expected things to be weird. The way Keith looked at him from the bedroom doorway suggested he felt the same way. But then Lance suggested breakfast and they amicably parted ways before noon.

No matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn’t. Keith stuffed and whiny below him was burned into his memory, making it impossible to think of much else.

When he purposely got drunk the next weekend, Keith was the first one he called. This time they got Taco Bell. Lance put on an old Disney movie, though neither of them were paying any attention. The air between them was so charged that it threatened to spark.

That night, Lance hardly touched the Taco Bell. Keith, meanwhile, was so stuffed he couldn’t move. Panting, sweating, so bloated he couldn’t suck it in.

After that, Lance didn’t only call him when he was drunk. Something he was the one getting called. Sprawled out naked, completely blissed out of their minds, they decided to keep it casual.

Casual turned from a few nights a week into almost every night.

Keith grew out of his pants. Lance, ever the pleaser, started hand feeding him. Keith had gained ten pounds - no, fifteen. The pounds clung to him, softening all his sharp edges. Lance couldn’t hide the pride he felt whenever Keith would stuff himself when they were out at a restaurant.

By the time their friends rolled back into town, they knew they couldn’t go back to the way things were. Not just because Keith was twenty pounds heavier by then but because Lance was in love.

They deserved every ounce of ribbing their friends handed them.

Hunk poked at Keith’s stomach. Keith promptly slapped it away. “Awe, look at you. Fat and happy.”

“I am not fat,” Keith said at the same moment Lance said, “Chubby at most, Hunk.”

It wasn’t until later, when they were alone, that Lance grabbed Keith’s belly in his hands and squeezed it. “Do you want to get fat? I mean, I get we’ve been getting off to it all summer but it’s your body.”

Keith contemplated that for a moment. “I want to see where this goes.”

It was fair to say that what was happening between them didn’t end when the trees went from a lavish green to a crisp yellow. Keith’s weight gaining didn’t stop when a fresh layer of snow coated the ground. In fact, it only continued to grow.

[destinedzine]

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Excerpt

The light of the morning sun catches on the snow melting in his hair. On his eyelashes. He's pale in the cold, but his nose and cheeks are flushed pink. His lips are parted as he pants. As his chest heaves with every breath.

And he smiles. Barely. A small thing. A shy thing. Just the ghost of a curve at the edge of his lips. Just the slight lift of his cheeks.

His eyes are dark and glistening, wayward beams of sunlight highlighting the color deep in his irises. And they're soft. So incredibly soft and fond as he gazes down at Lance. There's a sunrise right there, but Keith looks at him like he's the only thing worth seeing.

What made you think Klance were soulmates?

They're so similar, bold, stubborn, impulsive, instinct driven, selfless. And yet they're so different. Opposite sides of the same coin. Where one is weak, the other is strong, and through that, they can support each other. They push each other to be better, while still offering a stability that keeps them grounded. They're not the soulmates who complete each other. Neither of them is incomplete or broken without the other. But they're the soulmates who are a matching pair of socks. Perfectly whole on their own, but better together.

What’s your favorite soulmate trope?

Despite writing a huge draw-on-your-skin soulmate au, I think my personal favorites are actually the more... obscure ones? The ones that aren't immediately visible. Like sharing dreams, sharing songs stuck in your head, or sharing emotions.

Using your favorite soulmate au, how would it show itself on you?

I'm a very vivid and lucid dreamer, and I like the idea of sharing dreamscapes and time together, even when we're far apart. The feeling of deja vu when you see them in real life. Getting to live adventures in dreams. I love the thought.