Heyy uhhh,,, I'm not sure if your still writing for Keith but like
What about breeding hcs in general, mainly for the older Keith Kogane like after the two years ,,
★ Keith Kogane Breeding Hcs
mdni 18+ content. cw; a little breeding kink, rough sex, overstimulation, afab anatomy but no pronouns used, vulgar language and mentions of unprotected sex,--use your imagination folks!
Prologue:
2 years post war was really a whirlwind for the both you and Keith.
Being in space for so long had definitely matured you in a way most people won't ever experience. It revealed things about you and helped grow you as a person.
It also revealed that your long time boyfriend was half alien, and with that came inherent behaviors that you've had to become accustomed to over the years.
Some unexpected, like Keith developing a serious breeding kink.
Headcanons:
The both of you knew you didn't want kids at the moment, there was way too much to do with aiding and repairing planets victimized during the war against the Galra.
Yet I feel like something in Keith just itches to feel the satisfaction of giving you his load, over and over again like it was nothing.
it also manifests as as him sometimes watching it leak out of you while he catches his breath after a round of sex.
unintentionally overstimulates you when he spreads you open, rubbing his tip up and down your pussy, coating himself and making you shake when he thrusts back inside.
He loves when you tell him you want it. Keith is definitely the kind of man that likes a lot of reassurance and praise during sex. He loves your reactions and its amplified ten fold when you beg him to fill you up. Being together for so long has made you both so shameless, and your filthy mouth keeps him going.
Keith normally loves when you get on top but not when he's like this.
His dick is telling him he needs to fold you in half, and he gets all in your face; his hair disheveled, sticking to his forehead and falling out of his pony. He looked like was was rolling, not even capable of looking at you straight, too occupied sucking bites and marks over your breasts and nipples.
“Keith, oh my god." you gasped when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Keith closed his eyes, his thrusts growing swifter, harder like he already knew that you were gonna cum, fucking you rough to push you to your limits. “Fuck. Let me come inside,” his voice pitched into a whine and His fingers crept between your spread legs, Keith’s arm squeezed tight between your bodies, barley giving your body room to jerk away as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, “baby, please. I need to” his whimpers implore you to give in, kissing him hard as his hips stuttered. His fingers worked at you still, rubbing wet circles over your clit while you convulsed, your hips rolling and jerking into his hand. Your thighs shook while he dragged his own orgasm out right after, spilling into you while you caught your breath, spent from the overstimulation.
He pulled out of you with a wet squelch, watching the mess of cum and fluid spill out of you. it fueled something in him that felt so other. He wanted to fill you like this, over and over again- he had to, his core was begging him to.
I just feel like hes so sick with it like he takes zinc and everything
Condoms haven’t existed in your house ever since you got off that space castle
omg i saw that ur back!! i love ur writing so i wanted to send a request ^^
can u write ab keith kogane and reader (you can make this hc or a fic!! whatever u feel fits the most)
i would love to see him crushing on reader, like that phase before the relationship where all he does is deny that he has a crush but cannot stop getting nervous and blushy when being around her?
thx so much!!!<3
keith kogane x (implied) female reader
genre: fluff
a/n: this was a super cute request! it’s been a minute since i’ve written anything voltron-related so hopefully it’s to your liking!! (it is a little rushed lowkey…)
keith kogane absolutely, positively, most certainly does not have a crush on you. that was fact. he never has, and he never will.
he was familiar with you, though. back at the garrison, he recognized you in the hallways and classes that you coincidentally had together. you were a pretty girl, with bright eyes and a fiery passion to become a fighter pilot. it was truly hard not to notice you, but obviously, that didn’t mean he had a crush on you. guys can recognize an attractive girl without it meaning anything, right? and that’s what he was doing.
no one knows about his inner turmoil but himself. keith thinks he’s done a good job of ignoring it—whatever that feeling was in the pit of his chest. he pushes it down, pretending that his pulse doesn’t quicken and his cheeks don’t warm when you’re in his vicinity. it’s embarrassing—how can a girl reduce him into a mushy, blushing mess? it was so unlike him. it’s like you’ve completely rewired keith’s brain, to suddenly make him forget how to act even in such small interactions (like when you greet him with a simple ‘hi’ and then his ‘hi’ back gets stuck in his throat).
for years, he thinks he’s manage to escape the whole bubble of you. he was kicked out, living in his tiny shed, tracking weird frequencies in the area and trying to piece what that meant, more important matters to focus on. occasionally his mind does drift back to you when he lays awake at night, recalling those fleeting moments with you, and his entire body gets hot.
but much to keith’s surprise, you show up with these garrison cadets (claiming to to save shiro, too). he freezes in that moment, staring at you wide-eyed and felt as though he was taken back to his days at the garrison, becoming that awkward boy in an instant.
he doesn’t get an actual moment with you until you’re all launched into space, finding solace in this foreign castle. you looked so different but still so you. taller, older, but still bright-eyed and beautiful just exactly as how keith remembered you.
there’s a part of him does enjoy the way you hug him in your arms, and the gentle, feather-light laugh after you say “i thought you were gone forever! but, gosh, i’m so glad to see you again.”
when you pull back to look up at him, keith does not take note of the way your eyelashes seem to flutter when you blink, and he definitely does not glance down at your lips. as he’s always done before, keith ignores, ignores, ignores the alien feelings you manage to bring out of him, and reminds himself to stop being so tongue-tied in front of you.
because, keith does not have a crush on you. and that was fact.
crush!keith would always be around you, your social circles always involving each other
crush!keith somehow had his gaze on you everytime you were in the same room
crush!keith giving you subtle compliments about your outfits and you suddenly seem to wear them a lot more
crush!keith struggling to understand what he felt for you
crush!keith thought he was ill when he blushed at that cute smile of yours
crush!keith and the soft roughness of his calloused hand, something you never wanted to let go of
crush!keith would let you run your hands though his hair and would wonder how he could get you to do it all the time
crush!keith who looks for more time to spend with you, he’d would be your baking taste tester under the excuse of “someone needs to make sure you’re doing it right”
crush!keith and your late night meets, talking to each other till the sun comes
nights like these made you question your relationship
just crush!keith loving you the best way he can
༊ FIRST FIC🙈 something simple to start withtht
༊ been procrastinating for atleast three years
༊ keith’s so cute i might explode🤕
༊maybe if you read in between the lines you can see which lyrics i was referring to
༊ listening to ‘nope you’re too late i already died’ for this
These boys like to be teased. Run your hands along his body slowly. Touch his chest, his thighs, his neck, his ass... anywhere but where he wants it, where he needs it. Licking and sucking on his sensitive nipples like they're candy. They'll be sore and puffy when you're done~
Then, when you finally, *finally* touch him... it isn't enough. Make him beg. Make him whimper and cry. After so long spent bricked up and waiting for you to give him what he's craving, he's desperate for whatever you're willing to give.
Make sure to drag it out. He says he wants you to hurry up, that he hates the teasing... but secretly, he lives for it. Extend the foreplay as long as you want. The longer the better.
So when you finally wrap your hand around his cock, finally stroke him, bring him so, *so* close to orgasm... he's begging for more, for you to keep going, don't stop! The poor boy's waited long enough, don't you think? He's spewing thank you after thank you, praising you like you're his god/goddess. Only to gasp when you don't stop.
"Wa- wait, w-what are you doing?! I- I just- *AH!~* c-camee!!" His eyes are rolling back as his hips buck wildly, away from your hand, back into it. It feels so good. His body doesn't know what to do with the sensations you're giving him.
"I thought you wanted to cum, dear. Did you not? Next time I can edge you for longer if you'd like~"
He sobs at your words, realizing now that you never planned on giving him a break. He gasps and moans, begging, pleading with you.
"Stop, stop stop stop!! It's- *ah~* t-too much!! Too much!!"
"That isn't what you say when you want it to stop, dear. Do you need your safe word~?"
The boy can barely process your words, but he doesn't use his safe word. And you could've sworn you heard him whisper "more~" under his breath.
So you make him keep cumming. Your hand speeds up, the other one coming up to rub at the head of his pretty cock. He keeps on cumming and cumming until you're satisfied or he passes out from exhaustion. When you finally let him rest, let him *breathe*, he's all tuckered out.
Aftercare is gently massaging where the ropes dug into his skin, rubbing in lotion to prevent the flesh from being too sore in the morning. Cleaning him up with a warm towel, gently to avoid giving him any more stimulation.
"You were so good for me, darling. So perfect. Hush now... rest. Rest, my good boy."
He's nearly passed out on the bed, his eyes closed, a soft smile on his face. Holding him close in your arms, you can feel his gentle, slow breathing as he drifts off to a peaceful sleep.
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keith kogane x reader (Voltron: Legendary Defender)
band au. keith doesn't know how you love him despite everything so he does the only thing he can think of: write a song.
vaguely inspired by mico's song "senses". pre-established relationship. overthinking with a happy ending.
Keith doesn't understand you. He doesn't understand the way your hair looks so effortlessly put together, or the glimmer in your eyes, or the crooked spark marring your smile. Keith doesn't understand how you play the drums like it's in your blood or how you write songs like the melodies live in your mind. But most of all, he doesn't understand how you love him.
He never did anything worthy of your love. He wasn't kind-hearted or good like you were, he's done nothing to deserve your love and you still stood by him.
He knew you'd come to your senses one day and leave him. You'd find somebody new, someone kind and loving like you, someone who played guitar and sang better than him and could write all the songs that would make you swoon.
He's never told you any of these doubts, in fear that if he voiced them, they would become true and you'd abandon him. He suspects you know though, those wayward glances you throw his way that are less loving, more worried, are clear indicators of the fact.
So naturally, he does the only thing he can think of to get these fears and worries and doubts out of his mind. He writes a song.
Keith has never been a songwriter. Out of everyone in the band, that was always your domain, maybe Pidge, if they were in a creative enough mood, or Lance if he wanted to make another dramatic proclamation of love to Allura, but mostly you.
He thought of asking you for helping before he even started. Right as he sat down with a breaking pen and worn-out notebook, he already had his phone in hand to text you. He paused mid-sentence, deleted, and instead responded to your morning "I love you!" text with an "I love you too".
Fast forward to later the same week, during band practice on a day when you were slightly late because of some unforeseen mishap (you'd already apologized a million times in the group chat and Keith made a silent promise to drive you to practice himself next time, even if practice was at his house like usual).
Lance, being Lance, was messing around with your drums despite Keith's protests. With a begrudging apology, Lance left your drums alone (and Keith rebalanced your drumsticks in just the spot you always liked) and turned to bothering Keith who was hunched in the corner over his notebook.
"Ooh, what's this?" Lance asked, peering over to look at the pages.
"None of your business!"
"Oh, I get it, I get it, you're writing a love song, gotcha," Lance teased.
"I'm not writing a love song!"
You'd walked in then, just in time. "Lance, stop bothering Keith."
Lance shrugged, winked at Keith, then walked off back to his keyboard.
"Hey," you whispered to Keith, making a gesture towards his notebook, but make no effort to look any closer. "You wanna talk about that? Whatever it is?"
"Maybe later."
You nodded and dropped the subject. Practice went smoothly, save for a few minor arguments about key changes, and ended just about a half-hour earlier than planned.
You left with Lance and Pidge, promising Keith you'd come back with coffee. You noticed, he realized, that he just needed a few moments alone.
Keith flipped through the pages in his notebook, past doodles and notes about schoolwork he's forgotten, until he finally landed on the song he'd just been writing.
The music came easy like the lyrics had, so effortlessly and evidently himself. He wondered how if this is what songwriting felt like to you, like magic flowing through your veins.
He muttered the song to himself, under his breath and barely louder than his guitar playing, until you knocked on the door and stepped in, and he stopped playing to focus on you.
You set his drink down (his usual order of coffee with just enough sugar to keep the bitterness from hurting but not enough to call it sweet) as he unplugged his guitar.
"Thanks."
"Of course." You smiled as you sat down beside him, leaning into his side as you sipped your own drink (chai, drenched in sugar, smothered in cream, dusted with cinnamon). "You okay?"
He nods, pressing a kiss into the crown of your hairline. He always loved how you managed to smell like comfort bottled in a jar, like the best combination of summer sunsets and rainy days.
"Are you sure? I heard that song you were playing."
He freezes. "That was nothing. Just something I was working on. Doesn't mean anything."
"Keith. Any song you write is going to mean something. That's how it works. We write to share a part of our soul."
You thread your fingers together and gently squeeze his hand. "I promise to never leave you. You are the best person I've ever had in my life and I'm going to be yours for forever. Okay?"
Keith cracks a smile. "How can you say stuff like that so easily?"
"Because anything involving you is easy for me."
He leans forward to drape his arms over you in a hug. "Thank you."
"Always."
"I love you," he murmurs.
You grin, bright and cheery. "I love you too."
Keith doesn't necessarily understand you. He doesn't understand how you're so understanding or why you chose him, or how you were practically perfect, but he doesn't need to. Keith knows you'll choose him, over and over again, and he'll choose you from now until infinity.
All he needed to do was come to his senses and realize that you'd already come to yours and still picked him.
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shiro
rough and calloused hands, and quite big, even his robot arm.
holding you with his human hand is what he likes the best, he can feel your warm skin on his instead of on that cold steel.
really needs you to be there to squeeze his hand in to remind him that you're there, safe and okay
those nights where he can't seems to close his eyes and let himself escape to sleep, he needs you to at least hold his hand while he lays there
hunk
his hands always have something on them, from cooking, or engineering, maybe some oil
though, he takes very good care of his hands, so they're pretty soft!
lance taught him the importance of taking care of your skin, including your hands
pretty big hands, and always pretty warm other than that
he likes hand holding but can get a bit flustered while doing it lol
pidge
small hands!!!
her hands are always busy, so good luck holding them, plus she'll overload and blush so hard if you make like any physical contact with her
taking care of her hands is not really something she thinks about?? not her top priority lol
her nails are probably short and stubby from biting them, though
lance
not big hands, but long and nice fingernails that won't scratch you accidentally
probably paints his nails a light baby blue, or maybe a tan
likes hand holding!! hands sweatin like a teenager when you smile at him though,,,,
pda lover like crazy, maybe when hes older he'll maybe be into giving kisses on the hand
at a formal event, just imagine lance taking your hand, being all like "mlady/my gentlemen/my leige," and giving you a kiss on your hand and bowing
blsyehess
keith
long and slender like lances, but a lot stronger, and has an amazing grip
type of person to hold your hands in crowded public places, to make sure you don't get lost.
even before he was a pilot he had an amazing grip
but hes probably the worst at taking care of his hands
always has dirt under them, even though he always washes his hands regularly
maybe you could convice him to let you paint his nails when he's really sleepy
just like be like keiithhh i wanna give you a mancure and hes so tired just laying against your tummy like "huh.... yeah sure...."
hand holding, is something hes really only done to pull you along in public places- he never really thought of it romactically, and if you mention it, he'll go red as HELL
