#it's too loud outside but there's literally nowhere else i can go lol im already in my room

[milf-harrington]

wanting to brain myself vs. knowing im being dumb

[nightowlfandom]

Keith (Voltron)- Heat Season

EDIT- I took off the “AU” part because I legit forgot what I was doing lol. No AU here

Hey hey! ANON ASKS

omg. can u do a keith x reader mating szn smut? like it’s his first heat so he locked himself away(f’s in the chat for keith) but the reader went to check on him not knowing a thing(gasp!). keith rlly do be rough at first bc he’s not thinkin straight but then becomes more ✨passionate✨ rough smut at first, then some tenderness(like my dino nuggets. lmao im 20), but then heated passionate smut. *chefs kiss* oui oui baggett

Keith from Voltron?....Cuz that’s what I’m doing for my mental health....And I’m going to hope and pray that’s what you wanted....cuz im doing it. Prepare your diddly hole....that sounded wrong. Hope you like it! 

BTW You caught me on an off day, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging.

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...

You were confused as to why everyone had insisted you go check up on Keith. Then again the last thing you said to him before he locked himself in his room for 3 days was. 

“Wow, it’s so hot in here. I need to change out of these clothes.”

It was a throwaway comment that usually earned you a laugh or two from him. Only this time, it ended with him taking one look at you, and zooming off. Three whole days since then and it felt like you were the only one who wasn’t aware of what was going through his head.

So here you were, standing outside his door. You hesitated for a while, frozen in place.

���He’s your friend.” you declared. “You can do this!” you nodded with determination. You slowly raised your hand and knocked. 

“Fuck!” you heard on the other side. “W-Who’s there!”

“It’s me?” you answered, slowly becoming unsure. “Is it a bad time?”

“Y/N!” he grunted. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you! P-please let me in.” you sighed. 

“Y/N! It isn’t safe for you to be here!” he sounded in pain.

“Keith! It’s either you let me in or I melt the door down!” you warned. "I have a lighter on me, don’t test whether or not I’m serious.”

Suddenly the door slid open. Without another thought you walked in. His room looked normal. “Keith?”

Just as you got in, the door slammed shut, making you jump. A shirtless Keith stumbled out of the bathroom. His face was completely red and he was sweating. Without a pause, you rushed over to him.

“Y/N!” Keith shuddered. “P-please don’t-”

“Keith!” you cut him off. “You’re burning up!” you put a hand on his forehead. For some reason, he leaned into your touch. He shuddered, his eyes glazing over slowly. This was a side of his you’ve never seen before.

It wasn’t long bore you managed to connect the dots. You couldn’t stop the blush from rising onto your face. “Oh.” was all you could say.

“Y/N...” he dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry.” he whimpered. “It’s...t-too much.” he moaned. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

He rested his head against your stomach. “I want you so bad.” he cried. Like literally cried. “I c-can’t control it.” he whimpered.

“Keith? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, I could’ve-.”

“The only reason I didn’t tell you was because in order to calm it down...I’d have to...have my way with the object of my aggression.” you could tell he was very ashamed. It then dawned on you what he meant when he said he wanted you.

“And...that’s me?” you clarified, voice shaking.

He buried his face into your stomach, tightening his grip around you. “Yes...”

“...Then do it.” you found yourself saying. This caused him to look up in surprise.

“You just made a big mistake, Y/N.” he glowered. A sadistic smile arose on his face. “You just opened yourself up to me.” he scrambled to his feet. Before you knew it, you felt your back hit the door. “Which means I can do whatever I want to you now.”

Keith grabbed a handful of your hair in his fist and bought your lips to his. You winced in pain, feeling him tighten his grip, as if he was scared to let you go. He must have detected this because he moved his hand to the side of your neck. 

Your body was flush against the wall and he was pressed against you, covering your body like a blanket. He yanked himself away from you and hoisted you up. 

Keith carried you to his bed and practically threw you on the plush surface. In that instant, the tables were flipped. Instead of looking up at you through hooded eyes with a shameful gaze, it was you who was now looking up at him.  Keith stared down at you with a glare. You probably looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care. 

“How do you want me?” you found yourself asking. 

“Fuck.” he whimpered. Just hearing you say that sent him crazy. He could smell sex coming off you, and he wanted to get his hands on you. His mouth, his dick, whatever he could touch you with. He could barely gather his thoughts. Every corner of his mind was occupied by visions of you, imagines, of you, thoughts of you. “Clothes...off...now.”

He didn’t wait for you, instead he ripped your shirt down the back, tearing it to shreds. He gently pushed on your chest, sending you down. Your back in the bed and you didn’t dare try and sit up.

“Is this a good time to mention I went commando today?” you asked aloud. Keith stopped everything he was doing and looked at you. He was expressionless. He didn’t say a word.

“...You’re not wearing any underwear?” he glowered.

“No?” you trailed off. “I didn’t do my laundry.” you admitted. 

The remained of your shirt fell in a pool around you. You and Keith had a stare-down, that glossy look returning to his eyes. He hooked his fingers around the hem of your pants and yanked them down. As expected, you were completely exposed to him. No undergarment in sight. Your smell filled his nostrils.

He instantly began fumbling with his pants, unable to control himself anymore. He could see that you were already excited down there and he was growing inpatient. 

He grabbed hold of your thighs and thrust himself into your tightness, earning a surprised moan from you. You felt better than he thought you would. You fit him perfectly, like a sheath built for a special type of sword. 

“Fu-...Ungh...-” He could barely make words as he pumped into your wetness. “Y/N.” he grunted. “You’re mine.” he growled. “Mine. If anyone else touches you after today, they’ll have me to answer to.” he croaked.

You were at a point where you couldn’t make any words, your body had reacted to him in a way where you felt like a slave to his touch. Was is pheromones? It was probably pheromones...you’d have to ask later.

“I wanna- I wanna kiss you.” Keith fought to speak as he slammed his hands on either side of your head. As promised, he lazily crashed his mouth over yours. His kiss was sloppy and lazily, his lips leaving a thin line of drool as he kissed down your neck. 

He rolled his hips against yours, groaning at each thrust. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to last long. That didn’t stop him from speeding up. 

“Y/N.” he moaned again. With each sloppy thrust, his name left your lips, sounding more and more guttural before he spilled into you. He yanked his length out of your hole, splattering the entire front of your body in his cum. 

You looked like a pretty sight. You were officially marked by him. When you looked up, that hungry gaze was still strewn across his face. You noticed his eyes were still focused on your heat. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. 

He met your eyes for a split second before giving you a lewd smirk. He winked at you before scooting back to lay on his stomach. 

“K-keith. We just fin-ISHED.” you tried to say. Keith had attached his mouth to your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“I know.” he stopped to speak for a bit. “I didn’t feel you cum for me though.”

“You can tell?!” you look down surprised. No, you didn’t fake it...but you didn’t think he would go this mile. 

“Of course I can fucking tell...you’re mine remember?” he giggled before lashing his mouth against you again. You could feel tears of pleasure welling up at the corners of your eyes. Your fists clenched the sheets under you.  It was like he had full control of you. You felt his fingers pump into you again, fucking his cum back into you. (I’m such a thot omg)

Your orgasm came like an avalanche. A mixture of loud cries and moans ripped through the air. Surely anyone who had been around could hear.

You were just worried about what would happen tomorrow.

...

“NOT A WORD!” you threateningly held up a butter knife to Lance not even three hours later.

“Just saying...I was on the other side of the-”

“SHUT UP!” you cut him off. 

“...Was he good though?”

“I said shut up!” you groaned, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m just saying...those hickeys aren’t gonna heal for a while.” he shrugged, laughing out loud as he walked away.

“Fuck me!” you seethed, trailing your fingers over your aching skin.

“What was that?” Keith seemingly appeared out of nowhere. You dropped the butter knife, feeling his broad chest up against your back. “Did you say to-”

“In the kitchen though?!” you squeaked. “Bad dog! Very bad!” you whimpered, melting into his touch anyways.

“Don’t worry, it only lasts a week.” he giggled in your ear.

A week...lord help you.

“Maybe longer if I like you enough.”

....Fuck

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HEY IM POSTING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY BOOK UNDER THE CUT CAUSE IM WORRIED ITS BORING PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK THANK YOU

1.1

There are two teenage girls, and they are kicked off of the bus.

“It’s full,” the driver sniffs, his moustache twitching, and the girls exchange a look. They know, full well, that the bus is far from full. They’ve been riding this bus, the inter-kingdom bus with the highest ratings on the BUSES OF THE KINGDOMS website, since the previous afternoon, and the bus definitely isn’t full.

The first girl, whose name is Robin, opens her mouth to say this, possibly fairly loudly, and her companion, whose name is Lark, puts her hand on Robin’s shoulder and Robin shuts up.

“Let’s just go,” Lark mutters, and Robin sends a scalding look at the bus driver before she agrees and follows Lark away.

It’s early evening, and Robin isn’t sure what town they’re in, or even really what kingdom.

Not Axelia, she’s pretty sure.

“That was ableist,” she says, and Lark casts a sideways look at her, her smile barely contained.

“Probably,” she agrees, and Robin has to smile in return.

“Where are we?” she asks, and Lark looks around.

“Probably Icewood,” she says. “But I don’t know.”

“Icewood?” Robin asks, and she thinks of what she knows about Icewood, about it’s royal family. She doesn’t want to be in Icewood.

“I think so,” Lark says. “Since it borders Axelia and Devonelle and we’re not in Devonelle.”

That, Robin can agree with.

Her phone is dead and there’s not a newspaper in sight.

Or anyone in sight, really.

The town is silent, save for the clicking of Lark’s crutches on the ground, which must be fairly loud, since Robin doesn’t usually pick up on sounds like that.

Robin suspects a curfew of some sort, since there’s literally nobody around. Lark turns away and heads to a wall, which when Robin squints she sees a bulletin board on it. She sprints up behind Lark.

“Yeah, Icewood,” Lark says, pointing at a label on the top of the bulletin board. “I’ve never been to Icewood.”

“Me neither,” Robin says, although she’d already told Lark that she’d never left Devonelle. Which isn’t really a lie.

A clock chimes from somewhere, and they both pause to count.

Nineteen chimes.

“It’s not even that late,” Lark says, and Robin agrees, and is about to say so, when a door across from them opens and a voice hisses, “Girls! In here!”

Lark and Robin exchange a glance and the voice says, “Quickly!”

Robin’s not sure why they listen; perhaps it is the urgency of the voice, but Robin and Lark scramble into the building across the street and the person shuts the door closed behind them.

The room is light and the person--woman--who’d called them in locks the door and turns to them.

“What were you thinking?” the woman asks, and she signs with her hands when she talks. “Don’t you know about the curfew?”

Robin had learned signs growing up, and she used them when she answered. “No, we didn’t. We’re new here.”

“We barely know where we are,” Lark chimes in, without signs.

“There’s a curfew,” the woman explains. “You can’t be out past nineteen chimes, and hardly anyone is out past eighteen.”

“That’s so early, though,” Robin says. “I thought curfews were at like, twenty or twenty-one chimes.”

“It’s earlier because of the illness,” the woman explains.

Robin nods like that makes sense, and it kind of does. Robin turns to look at her surroundings.

They’re in a lobby of some sort, and Robin can’t discern what kind of lobby from the decorations.

“Where are we?” Lark asks, as if reading Robin’s mind, and Robin signs Lark’s words, just in case.

“We’re in an inn,” the woman explains. “Everyone else is in their rooms or home for the night. I just happened to be looking for a toothbrush when I saw you two outside the window.”

“Thank the stars you did,” Lark says.

“Do you think we can stay here?” Robin asks, and the woman shrugs.

“I know some inns let people stay on the lobby couches,” the woman says. “I’ll try and ask someone.”

“Okay,” Robin says, and Lark nods, and the woman leaves. Robin wonders if she ever found a toothbrush.

Lark turns to Robin.

“How do you know signs?” she asks, and Robin pulls her hair behind her left ear. Or, more accurately, the place where her ear should be.

“I taught myself,” she says, as Lark looks at the side of Robin’s head. “Because some people have even worse hearing than me, and I wanted to be able to talk to them.”

“Wow,” Lark says. “That’s really impressive. Um, were you born without an ear?”

“Yeah,” Robin says. “No ear, no eye, no hand.” She waves her prosthetic at Lark when she says it. Lark waves back and looks down at her leg.

“Yeah, me too,” she says, and Robin follows Lark’s gaze down to her single leg. Her second leg is cut off at the knee.

“It’s just like that sometimes,” Robin says.

“Yeah,” Lark agrees, and the woman comes back from around the corner.

“The inn is full, but you girls can stay in the lobby,” she says. “If that’s okay?”

“That’s fine,” Robin says, and Lark nods from next to her.

“There’s a bathroom around the corner and breakfast in the mornings, okay?” the woman says. “I’ll come check on you girls in the morning.”

“Thank you so much,” Robin says, and the woman smiles and nods and excuses herself.

Robin and Lark each claim their respective couches, and Robin goes to plug in her phone.

“Do you need to charge your hand?” Lark asks from her couch. Robin blinks and looks at her hand.

“...No?” she says. “I’m...I’m not sure why.”

“Technology is weird,” Lark says, and Robin agrees, looking back down at her hand and wiggling it. She wonders why charging it had never occurred to her.

They sit in silence.

Robin’s phone comes back to life and she unlocks it, checking her messages.

a: hey r u alive?

a: u good?

Robin swipes back a quick reply.

r: yeah i’m good

r: how’s everything at home?

She switches chats.

t: did u make it to axelia?

r: no

r: we’re currently crashing in a hotel in icewood

r: why didn’t you tell me there’s a curfew?

t: didn’t think you’d need to know?

t: what town are you in?

r: merriweather

t: oh lol i live in merriweather

r: maybe i should go find ur mom

t: please no

r: lol

r: anyway lark & i are gonna walk to axelia in the morning

t: merriweather is nowhere near the border

r: sometimes u gotta walk places

t: whatever

Robin switches the chat again.

a: all’s well over her

a: q still doesn’t know ur gone

r: thank the stars

She switches back to T’s chat and they text until T has to go to bed.

Robin closes her phone and rolls over on her couch.

“Goodnight Lark,” she says, and Lark mumbles back a reply. Robin catches maybe half of it, but she doesn’t say that.

Instead, she curls up on herself, and falls asleep.