wreckedkeith

[wreckedkeith]

[wreckedkeith]

What is your favorite ship that doesn't involve keith

alluromelle! :3c

[wreckedkeith]

what’s up fuckers did y’all miss me?

sorry for the absence, things have been hectic for me lately (preparing for medical procedures, a change in my financial situation, fibromyalgia acting up, we had to put our beloved dog down on monday, which cost us a lot of money too, plus our washer broke, adding more of a financial burden etc etc) and also my extreme tagging system tires me the fuck out lol so yeah

it’s been a while! how’s everyone doing?

[wreckedkeith]

Hiiiii, I haven't seen you on my dash in a while and I just wanted to check in to see if you are okay?

hi, sorry for the late reply! thank you for asking, you’re really sweet!

i just haven’t had the energy to log in (’cause i use a lot of tags and all)

i’m somewhat active on twitter tho!!! (sugarbabykeith)

[wreckedkeith]

So Keith is a Masculine dude right… acts tough, dresses tough, probably stomps around in some big ol work/combat boots and kicks fascists in the face. Big tough looking jackets and jeans kinda guy, carries a knife in his front pocket no matter what the school system says.

Lance just loves stripping him of all that tough exterior, exposing his plump, vulnerable ass, the soft palms under beat-up leather gloves. Fucks him until he’s a moaning mess, soft and fucking pliant. Most people wouldn’t even realize it’s the same scrappy kid who picks fights with guys twice his size cause he’s moaning so sweetly for Lance’s cock. Lance leaves the boots on, though, just as a reminder that Keith may be a tough guy outside of the bedroom, but submitting to Lance is what gets him off.

[wreckedkeith]

Keith is a lucky boy because he gets to have Lance fill him up with load after load of his thick white cum… catch Lance not even pulling out before getting hard again and pounding his own load into a froth

[wreckedkeith]

@k-baby

chapter six

Summary: Lance stumbles on a popular “bottom blogger” on tumblr who posts regular nsfw content. He instantly gets hooked, even though said blogger never responds to people’s comments or messages on his videos…until Lance comments, that is. Rating: explicit Other Tags: explicit sexual content/language, reoccurring top/bottom themes, lance is bi, brief background recreational pot use

[read it on ao3]

[ko-fi :)] [commission info]

[wreckedkeith]

Yoooo Asia. So we all know Keith is fast as fuck. But can he get away from that Good Dick™ when Lance has got him going soooo good?🤔 Pray do tell

Keith getting fucked so good that he’s running from the dick is my SHIT okay (also Trans Keith because I can)

Warning: This fic will use explicit, descriptive AFAB language. Please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable.

Keith is… overwhelmed. Completely and totally overwhelmed. Maybe it’s because Lance is so big that Keith feels completely and totally full, maybe it’s the way he’s spread out, open and exposed as Lance fucks into him long and hard, stroking at his g-spot with every thrust. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t gotten fucked this good in a long time, so good that his shirt is bunching up around his stomach, so good that the headboard is rocking into the wall, so good that his chest is bouncing hard underneath his shirt.

“So good,” Lance moans, grip light on the back of Keith’s thighs, mostly just making sure he stays spread open. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Lance moans, the filthy sound of Keith’s wetness sloshing ringing out with every hard slam of Lance’s cock. And Keith is creaming all over his dick, too, if being drenched wasn’t enough before, coating Lance’s cock in thick white streaks every-time he pulls out. Keith moans loudly, arching his back into the feeling of Lance filling him, over and over again, and he can’t even bring himself to roll his hips down onto the boys cock. He can only take it, claw and pull at the sheets as Lance slams into his pussy hard enough to get his thighs shaking. Keith hiccups out an embarrassing loud moan, thighs shaking, accidentally pushing himself further up onto the bed as he yanks at the sheets. Very suddenly Lance’s warm touch is gone and he feels empty, probably because he was shaking and moving so damn much that he accidentally pulled off of Lance’s cock. His suspicions are confirmed when Lance laughs, low and husky, reaching out to clasp his hands over Keith’s hips in and iron grip, yanking him back down the bed. Keith lets himself be dragged, hair fanned out in a messy halo around his head.

“Stop running from it, sweetheart. You wanted it, didn’t you?” Lance says teasingly, hooded eyes staring down at Keith’s fucked out, completely disheveled face, before spreading his legs and fucking back into Keith’s sloppy cunt without any warning or hesitation. He’s got a new, iron like grip on Keith’s hips, one that’ll make sure Keith can’t wiggle or shake away no matter how wild he gets. And it’s a good thing, too, because Keith feels completely out of control, gasping and shaking as he’s fucked senseless, back arching off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheets. The bed creaks and strains under their weight, headboard slamming into the wall, and Keith is so damn wet, flooding the sheets and Lance’s dick with so many things that there’s a filthy slosh filling the room, too. A nasty smack that accompanies the wet sound of skin smacking on skin.

“Oh-Oohh fuck—!” Keith moans, and he can’t talk, can’t even think to form any syllables. He just moans loud enough that the neighbors will be able to hear him, screams Lance’s name like a prayer, pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around Lance’s cock, spasming completely out of control until he’s cumming with a loud sob. His entire body convulses as he cums, squirting with a hard spray all over Lance’s cock, ruining the sheets and drenching Lance’s skin. Keith is completely gone, then, melting into the mattress with broken moans as Lance fucks him through the most intense of it, slams him until all he can do his shake and give little squirts on Lance’s cock like he can’t stop cumming.

“Maybe I’ll have to tie you down next time,” Lance all but purrs, switching up his stokes in favor for ones that are long and deep, massaging at Keith g-spot rather than ramming it like he had been only moments prior. Keith moans weakly at the change, and at the suggestion, brain nothing but mush in his head. “Just to make sure you can’t get away.” Lance murmurs, leaning down to kiss at the skin under Keith’s jaw. Keith stretches up, baring his neck for the man, and Lance hasn’t shown any signs of stopping or growing fatigued, so Keith is pretty sure it’s gonna be a long night. Not that he minds very much.

[wreckedkeith]

lance has keith tied up with red silky ribbons, keith’s suspended in the air, pussy dripping onto the floor as he writhes and gasps, he gets angry at lance for restraining him but blushes when lance eyes keith’s pussy and grins deviously. Lance just fuckin shoves his fingers into keith’s heat, pumping furiously until keith is screaming, later lance undos the ribbons and pulls his lover into his arms gently, giving them both a hot bath as he rewards his kitten with a nice, slow and hot fuck

Keith is… a spectacle, really. A favorite toy, something Lance can fuck and play with and just enjoy so, so much. But Lance is a good boy and he makes sure he takes good care of his things. Especially Keith, his favorite thing.

[wreckedkeith]

Lance totally gets off on getting Keith off. Sometimes, he'll finger Keith's ass just to make him cum, suck his cock just to watch him fall apart, eat him out to hear him moan. Maybe even use a toy on Keith while holding him close. Sometimes Lance just gets in the mood too make Keith feel good. Sometimes he lets Keith take care of him, or he'll make love(not fuck, he's focused on Keith rn) to Keith after, but he's thinking about Keith and how beautiful he is the whole time. Just being in love

Lance is crazy about the fact that he gets to see someone as beautiful as Keith cum, but I’m sure it’s extra exciting when he’s fucking Keith, just the realization that he can make him feel so damn good all on his own

[wreckedkeith]

Veronica: hey Keith, I like your top.

Lance: I have a name.

Veronica: *spits out her drink*

[wreckedkeith]

lance: *exists*

keith:

(this post can also be found as a tweet here.)

[wreckedkeith]

Hey could we get some voyeurism kink or something like that?? Like they’re trying so hard to be careful but keith fails miserably since lance is making him feel so good and he knows it turns keith on even more. So he’s like “are u doing alright hotshot” and he’s not doing all right. They’re going to be found out for sure but fck it u know. He’s about to cum anyways (:

“You’re being too loud,” Lance murmurs, voice a husky whisper. Keith doesn’t answer, can’t, not even if he really wanted to, hands pressed down onto the hood of Lance’s car as he’s fucked against it, the blue mustang rocking on its wheels every time Lance thrust into him. They were just supposed to go for an evening drive, but Keith isn’t complaining, not when Lance is fucking him this good. They’re in the parking lot of some park, and Lance is right, he’s being way too loud, voice ringing out in the empty space, echoing in the trees. The birds chirp along with him, and honestly he doesn’t care. Lance is stuffing him so full, stretching him wide and filling him to the brim. His cock is dragging roughly against the walls of Keith’s ass with every brutal thrust, head of his cock striking Keith prostate with deadly precision, and Keith’s body feels like it’s on fire.

“Fuck fuck, yes!” Keith gasps, body feeling like putty in Lance’s hands, fighting off the urge to shut his eyes, clenching his ass tight around Lance’s cock. Lance tightens his grip on Keith’s waist, gripping hard enough to bruise, aiming his hips and pounding into Keith relentlessly. The nasty slick of the lube squelching out with every thrust fills the cool park air, gradually rising in harmony with the harsh slap of their skin slapping together, Lance’s hips ramming into the soft flesh of Keith’s ass.

“Yes Yes Yes!” Keith gasps, and it feels so good he could start crying, his jeans bunched up around his ankles, shirt bunched up around his chest because they were in such a rush to fuck that stripping all the way would’ve been way more of a chore than anything. Lance laughs lowly, and even though he keeps telling Keith to quiet down he makes no move do anything about Keith’s loudness, just keeps pounding at Keith’s ass like he wants someone to come walking by, some jogger out for a stroll, or maybe some guy out walking his dog. Keith’s thighs shake, and Lance bends him over completely then, chest pressing to the hood of the car, cheek against the pretty blue paint-job, one of Lance’s hands snug on the back of his neck.

“What a slut,” Lance purrs, striking his free hand against Keiths ass, making him jerk with a sob against the car, hot flesh of his cock trapped between his stomach and the cool metal. “Putting on a show for everyone. You like being watched, don’t you? You like when everyone can see how I fuck you senseless.” Lance hums, and Keith can hear people walking, then, can see sneakers on the pavement by where they are, can hear a gasp of surprise when a woman walking by catches them like this. It only succeeds to turn him on even more, makes him moan just that much louder, and he’s so close, so close.

“Yes, baby!” Keith moans, voice broken and a bit forced, “Yes I like it when everyone can see, I like being yours in front of everyone!” Lance strikes his ass again, makes him choke out a sob, ass bouncing and jiggling in response. He’s reduced to broken moans and sobs, so overwhelmed that he’s got tears rolling down his cheeks, walls of his ass spasming wildly around Lance’s cock. Lance doesn’t stop, not even when people stop to take pictures and gawk at them, just keeps fucking into Keith and telling him how pretty he’ll look on camera. And Keith’s orgasm races through his veins faster than he can even tell Lances he’s cumming, cock completely untouched as he shakes and practically vibrates on Lance’s dick, shooting hot white stripes of cum onto the hood of Lance’s car, color blending in with the white racing stripes on the paint-job.

“Good job,” Lance purrs, “Giving all these people a show.” He pulls out even though he hasn’t cum yet, and Keith thinks its because he can vaguely hear someone shout that they’re calling the cops. He helps Keith yank his clothes back on after he pulls his own jeans back up, and as Lance helps Keith slip into the passenger side of the car he feels like he’s floating, still riding the high of his orgasm. Lance comes around to the drivers side, the car roaring to life, and as they zoom out of the parking lot Keith reaches over, hand resting on the obvious buldge in Lance’s hastily buttoned jeans.

Keith smirks, “Let me finish taking care of you, babe.”

[wreckedkeith]

I’m such a slut for that condescending faux-sympathy voice that turns vicious so quick. Like when you whimper and they say, “aw, does that hurt you baby?” and you nod yes and they say “Good, it’s supposed to.”

[wreckedkeith]

✏Lance McGrizzled with a side of fries and a nice cup of coke (I accidentally refreshed your blog and I keep seeing McGrizzled and now I'm. Actually hungry)

Amazing, Incredible, Intellectual-:

Keith grew, sure, that’s the first thing Lance comments about when he steps off that ship onto the castle, but Lance. Lance… he, well, he grew, too. It’s the first thing Keith notices, even when all of his other friends are welcoming him back. He’s taller, now, with a broad chest and shoulders, collarbones sharply defined from what Keith can see with his armor on. His jawline is sharp and squared with stubble prickling along his cheeks. The only things that are the same is the cute upturn of his nose and those sparkling navy-blue eyes.

“Wow,” Lance says jokingly, as Keith steps off his ship and onto the castle deck, walking forward to meet Lance halfway, “How do we know you’re the real Keith and not his bigger, cooler, grizzled older brother?“ The boy jokes. Keith rolls his eyes, smile tugging at his lips, and they throw their arms around one another, drawing into a hug, “I see you’re still just as annoying as before,” Keith shoots back, and he’ll admit he’s a little annoyed that he’s gotta push up on his damn tippy-toes to match Lance’s height, now. Keith got taller too, no question about it, but Lance fucking shot up like a bean pole. Though, not exactly a bean pole because it seems like he’s packing some serious muscle underneath his armor. The hug runs just a few seconds too long to be considered ‘friendly’, and that’s partly Keith’s fault, he’ll never admit it, but it is. When they break apart, though, Keith greets everyone else just as warmly

Settling back into the ship is easy, getting along with Shiro, Allura, Coran, Pidge and Hunk, it’s easy. It feels like coming home. What isn’t easy is Lance. Keith doesn’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way he smiles now, or the way his confidence isn’t just hiding his insecurities anymore, maybe it’s his new Black Paladin title, maybe it’s those blue eyes. Keith doesn’t know. All he knows is that this tension between them, so thick that it could be cut with a knife, it isn’t new. It’s something that’s been festering for a while, building and building until now it’s completely unbearable. So much so that they can barely stand to be in the same room with one another anymore. Shiro is worried for him, tells him that he and Lance need to work it out, partly because it’s not good for the team and partly because it’s not good for Keith. It’s not good for either of them. So Keith tells Shiro that he’ll find a way to talk to Lance, he isn’t sure where, or when, not with so much going on, but he promises to find the time.

Thats how he ends up in front of Lance’s door in the middle of the night, reaching up and hesitating before his knuckles are knocking on the the metal door, sound echoing out down the hallway. He’s nervous, heart pounding in his chest, hand falling to his side, curling into a fist and uncurling for what seems like eternity until the door slides open with a quiet whoosh.

Lance is on the other side, shirtless, just his lion pajama pants hanging low on his hips, but he doesn’t look like he’s been sleeping. Keith was right, of course, Lance’s chest is well-defined and so is his stomach, a trail of curly brown hair disappearing into his pants the lower Keith’s eyes rove down his abdomen. His arms are defined, too, and without any shirt Keith can really see just how wide his shoulders are.

“Keith?” Lance asks, he sounds surprised, running a hand through his already messy hair, “Did you need something?” Keith opens his mouth, then closes it, mind blank, and the tension is so high he feels like he drowning in it. When he moves he’s not thinking—just doing, stepping forward and throwing his arms around Lance’s neck, pushing up on his toes to press a searing kiss to those tan lips. Lance is surprised but sturdy, only stumbling back just slightly, and Keith’s blood is searing hot through his veins. It’s like he he’s on fire, and when Lance starts kissing him back, when those tanned arms wrap around his waist and pull him into the room, Keith’s heart soars.

“You,” Keith says as he pulls away, gasping in lungfuls of air, “You, I need you.” Lance looks at him, says nothing, and it looks like he’s thinking this all over, gears turning in his head. Keith’s arms move from around Lance’s neck, hands coming to slide down his bare arms, heat swirling low in his gut. And he doesn’t mean to speak, but he does, voice a small whisper, “Please…”

Lance surges forward to kiss him then, and not before long Keith is being stripped of his clothes and they’re falling back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, wet kisses, and roaming hands. Keith loses track of time, and it all feels like a dream, something he’s going to wake up from at any moment. So he clings to Lance, rakes his nails down his bare back as he’s stretched open with plenty of lube and long, tan fingers. Keith pants hotly in Lance’s mouth, and he clenches as tightly as he can around those two fingers, Lance’s cock hard against his thigh, his own achingly hard and leaking at the tip.

“Lance-ahh,” Keith moans, baring his neck as Lance moves to kiss over and down his jaw, fingers curling in the short strands of hair at the base of Lance’s neck. He’s so hot, so ready, has wanted this for so long that he can taste it now. He was scared of this before, scared of what Lance’s touch would mean, scared of what would come after, but he’s not afraid anymore. Not when Lance touches him like this, not when Lance kisses him like this. He isn’t afraid, he just wants more, needs more.

“Please.” It’s a gasp leaving his lips, desperate, and it’s just one word, something small and simple, but it gets Lance moving. He strips out of his pants and the rest of their clothes are tossed somewhere to the ground. Lance leans back, just to watch as he pushes the head of dick into Keith hole, just to watch as Keith stretches wide around him, just to watch as he sinks all the way into Keith’s hot, pulsing ass. Keith moans at the feeling, Lance’s hands strong and sturdy where they hold his thighs open. And, as Lance pulls out, thrusting back forward with enough force to make Keith’s entire body shake, he knows he’s in to get his guts seriously re-arranged. Lance isn’t some kid anymore, he’s a man, and it shows in his movements. He builds a steady pace easily, one that gets Keith’s toes curling, driving his cock in hard and deep. He’s not moving too fast, but that’s fine because he’s fucking into Keith hard enough to get his body sliding up on the bed with every thrust, slamming into Keith’s prostate brutally hard.

“Oh!” Keith gasps out, back arching into the feeling, clawing at the flexing muscles of Lance’s back, trailing off into a low moan against Lance’s ear. The sound of their skin slapping together, wet and loud, really reveals just how hard Keith is getting fucked. It echoes out around the room, mingles with Keith’s moans and little “Oh!”’s. And when Lance increases his speed, fucking Keith fast enough to get the excessive amount of lube they used squelching with every hard drive of his cock, Keith knows he’s done for.

“La—Lance, oh fuck—yes right there-mmm!” Keith cries out, and his head is so far gone in the clouds, the only thing he can feel is how good Lance feels stretching him open, how good his cock feels dragging against the fluttering walls of Keith’s ass, how harshly he’s raking his nails against Lance’s back, scratching him up as he’s fucked into the mattress.

“You got-“ Keith gasps, “You got so big!” Keith moans, attempting to spread his legs wider to accommodate Lance, and it feels like he’s being split apart, shaking like a leaf of Lance’s cock. Lance half laughs half moans against Keiths ear, the sound breathless.

“I had a growth spurt.” He jokes, and Keith can only choke out a loud moan in response, his voice echoing around the room. He hangs onto Lance for dear life, because that’s all he can really do, hips twitching and rolling down onto Lance’s cock uncontrollably. He feels loved, because that atomosphere is still think in the air from when Keith jumped Lance only moments before, but he’s also feeling so incredibly, wonderfully used. Like Lance is taking what he wants, fucking Keith’s tight little ass without holding back, groaning at the feeling of Keith clenching around him, groaning at how hot and wet he feels. And Keith has completely lost himself in this, pleasure racing through his body, tingling at the tips of his toes and exploding like fireworks in his head. His moans turn high pitched and broken, words a slur of nonsense whenever he opens his mouth to speak. Lance has always been strong, and so has Keith, but now that both of them have gone through some sort of drastic change Keith feels like he’s just being slammed, constantly hard and fast, and it’s wrecking him. It’s making him moan for Lance like he’s some sort of virgin, it’s making it hard to control himself, it’s making him whine and shake, it’s making him beg even though he’s getting everything he wants.

“Please please please please-AH!” Keith squeaks, not even having the energy to rake his nails over Lance’s back, just digging them into his flesh to keep himself anchored.

“Please what, baby?” Lance asks, and it isn’t fair because he’s moaning, too, but he sounds so controlled, so put together.

“Cum—fuck! I’m gonna cum please I’m gonna cum!” Keith whines, and Lance doesn’t even get a chance to tell him anything in response because he’s shaking, eyes rolling to the back of his head, entire body going limp until Lance really is quite literally fucking him into the mattress, his whole body jerking and completely overwhelmed with pleasure, cumming in hot white stripes all over his stomach without having even laid a hand on his cock. Lance’s hips jerk uneavenly, the man gasping in surprise at how tight Keith had gotten so quickly, moaning loudly to fill the fucked, blissed out silence Keith left as he rides out his orgasm, cumming into the hot confines of Keith’s ass.

So yeah. Lance got bigger. A lot bigger, in a lot of different ways.

[wreckedkeith]

recently ive been living for hung!lance but i've also been living for like marathon sex and i can't choose

And because this is the land of: “Asia wants to see that shit too”, why not both?:

If someone asked Keith how many times he’s cum in the past hour (or is it two?) he probably wouldn’t have a solid answer for them. Lance’s stamina is nothing short of godly, sweat dripping down his temple, uncontrolled moans and groan passing by his lips, muscles flexing, and he’s still fucking Keith like there’s no damn tomorrow. Keith can remember the amount of positions he’s been flipped into, on his back, face in the pillows, straddling Lance’s lap, clutching onto the headboard, he’s been thrown just about everywhere on this damn bed. He can’t even really moan anymore, either, just whine and gasp as Lance fucks into him. He’s pretty sure he’s losing his voice, too, throat scratchy and raw, and yet he’s still begging for more. His limbs feel completely weak, so much so that he’s just laying flat on the bed, arms tucked under a pillow, with Lance draped over him, hands on his hips as he fuckes into Keith puffy, abused ass. And he’s so big, too, big enough that there’s a little sting of pain to go along with the pleasure, and Keith loves it.

“O-oh oh my-fuck..” Keith sobs, because at this point he’s just a sobbing, shaking, moaning mess. Completely fucked out and completely overwhelmed, ass clenching weakly around Lance’s cock. Lance laughs, squeezing a handful of Keith’s ass, bed bouncing as he fucks into the boy. Keith is sweating, too, his back and brow are slick with it, but it only makes everything all the more hot.

“That good, baby?” Lance asks, and he starts slamming his hips in hard again, and Keith sobs, already withering and shaking wildly, “I love seeing you like this, just completely wild from my dick. Can you cum once more for me, baby?” Lance asks, voice dangerously sweet. Lance is so big, reaches so deep that Keith doesn’t think he could say no even if he wanted to, though he definitely doesn’t want to. So he nods his head ‘yes’ the best he can, gripping his pillow tight.

“So—So big,” Keith whines, though his words are slurred and he knows they don’t make any sense, “Fill me up, so so bi—ahAHH!” And he trails off into a loud sob, gripping his pillow tightly as Lance slams relentlessly into him, fucking into his throughly abused prostate until Keith is hiccuping and sobbing, eyes rolling to the back of his head. It doesn’t take much more for him to cum, just Lance reaching underneath him to grip his weeping cock tightly before he’s shooting out all over the bed, tears rolling heavily down his cheeks, mind completely blank, cumming the longest and hardest than he ever has before. He’s just gone, mind blank and almost broken, overwhelmed by all the sensation that zap through him. He’s not quiet about it, but the only thing he can give are sobs of Lance’s name. And when Lance cums his whole body seizes up, clenches tighter around his cock, accepts all the cum that pours into his ass from Lance’s dick. He’s so gone, so fucked out of his mind, that when Lance is done he just murmurs an exhausted: “Thank you.”

He doesn’t remember what happens after that, but he knows Lance takes care of him because the next morning he wakes up clean and curled into strong arms.

[wreckedkeith]

friendly reminder i spend most of my time on twitter now as sugarbabykeith