Please play the music I specially picked out from the media above and read this in a Morgan Freeman voice for a dramatic effect. Trust me on this, it will make you B U S T A N U T .
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I am not taking any responsibility for any possible Vietnam
Flashbacks.Reader's POV~
I was only 15 years old, and I loved Lance McLain so much. I have all sorts of Voltron Legendary Defender merchandise and I've rewatched Voltron several times just to see his smexy, perfect features. I prayed to Lance every night, thanking him for the life I've been given. "Lance is love" I say, "Lance is life"
It was 1 a.m. In the morning, and I had just finished jacking my now limp cockadoodle to smutty fanfics of
Lance x Reader on WattPad. My dad must have overheard my unholy pterodactyl-like screeching as I was masturbating to the thought of us being together.He bursted into my room and called me a sick, twisted little faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Lance. I called him a cunt. Then he threw a refrigerator at me with all his might and told me to mcfucking kill myself.
As soon as he left my room, I got up and out from under the heavy fridge and plopped down onto my bed, crying like the sad little bitch I am.
I pulled a knife out of my drawer and cut my wrists as Papa Roach Last Resort played in the distance. After I had practically cut up my entire damn arm, I dropped the blood stained knife and swept my hair back, letting out a quiet sigh.
Just then, I felt a warm, gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me and I couldn't believe my eyes, it was
Lance. I'm so happy!He leaned in to whisper huskily in my ear and said, "They call me the tailor 'cause I thread the needle." He grabs me with his warm hands and places me on my hands and knees.
I'm ready for this.
I spread my asscheeks out for Lance and he begins fucc my bunghole. It hurts, but I do it for Lance. I can feel my butt tearing, as tears form in the corners of my eyes in pure bliss.
I push against his mighty force, I want to do my best to please Lance-kun...even though he's gay af for Keith. He lets out a low chuckle as he fills me up with his love.
My dad bursts in and yells, "WHAT THE FRICK FRACK DIDDLY DACK IS GOING ON UP IN HERE?!"
I look up from my spot on the bed and silently mutter a curse to myself. "WHY ARE YOU SMASHING AT 3:AM YOU HOES?!" He yelled and waited for an explanation to all this.
"Because I was hungry for daddy's cummies💦💦💦" I say and sit up on the bed.
"GOTTA BLAST~~BYE BITCHES." Lance yelled and got up, leaving through the window with the blue lion.
Lance is love, Lance is life.
I'm not sorry and I never will be.
Admit it, you jacked off to this.
YOU ARE READING
⋋⊵Voltron on Crack⊴⋌(Mostly Klance)
RandomAs you can see from the title, I'm high on drugs again ma doods.