This B*tch Empty, YEET

You sighed as you begrudgingly peeled yourself from that beautiful, gorgeous bed. Oh yeah, and the handsome man in that bed was painful to removed from too.

Shiro’s grumpy morning sigh came from somewhere deep in the pillows, “Don’t leave me darlin’.” 

You hummed and stretched tall; arms to the ceiling and your back arched deeply as you tried to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. You performed a few more stretches, limbering up for morning training with some standard yoga until you’re able to touch your toes with ease.

Muscles awakened, you bent over to pick up your favorite pair of discarded sweatpants and hummed to yourself as you found a clean pair of undies and put both on. You had yet to hear Shiro get up, which was rare. Usually he was faster than you to get out of bed. He could never lay still for long. You actually timed him once and the longest he can seem to stay still (without a good history book) was 47 minutes.

“You gonna get up…oh wow….”, you had twirled around to tease your boyfriend, expecting to see him still asleep and face-first in his favorite pillow.

Instead, what you found was Shiro completely exposed, one arm casually bent behind his head and the other gently teasing his cock, his thumb swirling precum around the head. You were dumbfounded. Awed. A little bit horny. And maybe just a little bold.

“Is that all you’re gonna do?” You leaned back against the dresser, content to admire the view. And what a view. The artificial light from overhead highlighted every dip of that toned stomach, the ease with which he reclined on his pillows softened the hard angles of his body, the way his hair fell across his eyes to just barely hide his slate eyes made him look like a pin-up doll.

Damn, he was five-course meal.

Especially now as he grasped himself fully and slowly; squeezing himself tightly as he reached the base before easing back towards the tip.

You licked your lips, “Faster. Like you like it.” Shiro’s resulting moan was one part stimulation and two parts being told what to do. He’d never admit it out loud, but Shiro definitely had a kink for being told what to do. The leader of Voltron indeed.

And that’s how you spent your morning, quietly telling him to speed up, slow down, to use his other hand to tease his testicles and perineum, to squeeze  sensitive head hard, to move faster and faster until finally, finally he was close enough to cum.

“P-please–ah!–please Y/n, let me cum…” His voice was music to your ears; so soft and whiny with need. So desperate for release.

You finally stepped away from your dresser, walking slowly towards Shiro, teasing him with every sway of your hips. You leaned over him, hands on either side of his head as you hovered over him for just a moment before leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Then cum.”

“Where’s Shiro and Y/n? It’s not like them to be late,” Lance scratched the back of his head and poked at the last bite of his breakfast.

Keith snorted derisively beside him, “You don’t want to know.” 

Shiro was still suffering, but public mortification by quite literally the most powerful women on the planet tends to kill the mood (And Allura’s vengeance would be no cupcake, either.). Thus he suffered, keeping a protective arm around your waist, sneaking glances down your cleavage, and more or less making it well known that you were his.

That didn’t stop people from asking you to dance and now Shiro was stuck in a boring conversation about conversion rates between….something….and how it pertained to flight speed?? He didn’t care, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the way your dress was slipping of your shoulders as Hunk exuberantly twirled you around the dance floor.

“Ahem,” his conversation partner coughed, “I see why your attention is divided. She is quite the beauty tonight, Paladin.”

Shiro blushed and turned away, “I’m sorry Solgan, normally I’m all for theoretical physics equations but…” Shiro’s gaze drifted towards you again and Solgan laughed, the head engineer of Il’rea’s science division was no stranger to beautiful woman being distracting.

“Don’t be sorry. Y/N is a shining diamond tonight, only your princess and our own Priestesses can rival her radiance.”

Shiro glanced over and saw only fondness in Solgan’s eyes as he watched you laugh full-heartedly as Hunk lifted you up to hold you in the air. “You know…I’ve heard of no less than three potential marriage proposals from high ranking generals about your Y/N.”

Shiro felt his eye twitch as Solgan smugly nudged his side. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah”, he continued, “Intelligent, charismatic, funny…not unattractive and she’s deeply connected to Voltron…Also that dress is killer.”

“Thanks Solgan,” Shiro’s voice was clipped, “If you’ll excuse me…” That was it. He had enough. No more letting you prance around in practically nothing. Time to go.

You smiled as you felt a familiar strong arm wrap around your waist. You didn’t need to see Shiro’s face to know what he looked like. The way Hunk paled and rapidly excused himself was all you needed.

“Well…that wasn’t very nice”, you cooed, leaning into Shiro’s side as he maneuvered you towards the guest rooms.

“Don’t care”, he stated, “Apparently there’s people out there who want to propose. I need to make sure you don’t have a good reason to accept.”

“Oh?” You laughed into your hand, like there was anyone who could ever make you leave Shiro. Except for maybe, another Shiro. “And what’s reason would that be?”

“I said I would fuck you in that dress and I promise to–”

“As delightful as that may be”, the sultry tones of Lady Selena’s amused voice interrupted whatever naughty thing Shiro was about to say, “I don’t want to hear it.” Shiro froze in place so suddenly you ran into him with a small squeak as he scrambled to properly bow to a High Priestess.

“My Lady–Apologies for twice now–”

“Oh shut up,” Shiro’s jaw audibly clacked shut as Lady Selena twirled a set of keys around one slim finger. “I’m not fond of hearing people lost to…passion…”

You flushed as she glanced towards you, like she knew with certainty that Shiro would have you screaming. “So take these, go up three flights, seventh door on the left,” she tossed Shiro the keys.

Lady Selena bowed her head and glided past, a wide smirk on her face as she drew close to whisper in your ear, “There’s plenty of lube in the bed stand.”

You felt your soul die a little as she laughed and you managed to stammered out a form of thanks as she waved you two off.

“Well…that’s awkward,” Shiro snorted. But it didn’t stop him from excitedly tugging you towards the exit.

“Ride me.”

“Wha–?” You lifted your head from the pillow and looked behind you in confusion. You head was fogged with arousal as Shiro continued his steady pace, three thick fingers working you open, his spare hand spreading your cheeks apart to give him an uninterrupted view of his work.

“Ride. Me.” You gasped, thankful your knees were still under you as he punctuated each word with a strong thrust, forcing your head down again as you arched with pleasure.

“Y-yes, yes, please just–nngh!” You needed to feel him. It had been too long. 

“Okay baby, take it easy.” Shiro’s deep baritone was silk in your ears as he pulled you up to rest against his chest, your dress pooled around your waist as he maneuvered you to sit in his lap. You squirmed as his erection brushed against your folds, the slick and liberally applied lube not giving you the friction you desperately craved.

“Shiro, please, I-I need you.”

“Hmmm,” Shiro nibbled your ear and slowly began rocking against you, “You need what baby?”

“Don’t make me–ah!–say it,” you tried to arch your back, desperate to find the right angle to let him slide in.

“Say what? I just want to make sure I have your full consent before I wreck that sweet pussy.” 

You short-circuited for a small moment, your mind struggling to understand what the fuck it was Shiro just said so nonchalantly, body stilling against Shiro’s chest. 

“U-uhm, okaaaay, okay wow,” you felt your blush coming back and were thankful to have your back towards Shiro. No doubt he was enjoying your embarrassment.

But if you didn’t say anything he would only prolong the torture. “Shiro…I need…no, I miss your cock Shiro, please stop making me–Ah!”

Bless Shiro’s arms. One swift movement and he was seated deep within you. His strangled moan of your name pleasing you just as much as the stretch between your legs. But you didn’t let yourself enjoy it too much. He had demanded you ride him, after all.

“Ah! Fuuuuck Y/N, yes! Yes! Just like that baby girl,” Shiro sighed in pleasure and leaned against the headboard to enjoy his view. The love of his life, still wearing that skimpy black dress, her back fully exposed, one strap slowly working its way down a shoulder as you bounced expertly in his lap.

Stars above, he was so lucky.

You preened as the man below you continued to mumble small praises, his metal arm lightly massaging your back; working his way up to your shoulders only to wrap your necklace in a tight fist, the metal chain tightening against your throat. Not enough to choke you, but just enough to hint at danger. Just enough to hint he was losing control.

So you lifted yourself higher, leaving just his head within you for a moment before slamming back down with your full weight, grinding your rear against his hips before lifting yourself again. The pace you set was brutal after a long night of wearing heels, your thighs shaking and burning with the effort to ride cock with zero support. But so worth it to hear Shiro start to loose it, his voice keening high, sounding more and more desperate with each bounce. 

He was close. Deliciously close because he wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore. 

“Hah! Y/n! Y/n, I’m close baby…so close…hnnng! Pl-pleasepleaseplease–ohmygod–m’gunna–!!!!!!” Shiro’s hand twisted your necklace harder as he came; the small shock of pain combined with the thought of finally making Shiro cum first brought you right to the edge.

Shiro wasted no time lunging forward, pressing you face down into the bed and thrusting savagely against you. His warm hand reaching around your front to gently rub your clit, tipping you over the edge with a soft moan of his name.

“I missed you…”, Shiro’s voice was soft in your ear. He gently kissed your temple and pulled you down to lay next to him, moaning once as he slipped out. 

“I missed you too, ‘Kashi”, you hummed happily. You were so grateful to have your man with you again. To feel his warm arms wrapped around you. To be his little spoon.

“Get some rest now, my love.” Shiro nuzzled against your hair, his breath against your ear as he whispered, “Because I’m not done with you tonight.”

he’s no spring chicken m’dears, his days of being a rowdy boy are long over

especially after getting the slipperies

he’s come to terms with being like, 60.

but he’s a tender lover and he’s all about making his partner feel good

he’s still a ripped dude, so while he may not be rough, he’s got STAMINA

he’s all about making love~

like rough sex is cool and all but L O V E is so much better

He’s still a dorky engineer/scientist though so like expect him to inspect your bits at first

the similarities and differences between alteans and humans is so fascinating!

there’s probably zero sexy times the first time you try to initiate bc you just end up feeling like a science project

don’t worry though, he’ll make it up to you

the first time you do-the-do he does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, and romantic music

luckily he got the music from Lance

you don’t want to hear the Altean version

he’s a gentleman so prepare for multiple orgasms

he wants to spoil you! let him treat you right!!!!

but he also enjoys being pampered

enjoys blowjobs 

a switch ;) if you are into it, he’ll gladly take you for a ride

pegging or actual dick or toys it don’t matter, he’s an experienced man and always willing to try more

not into super crazy bondage but enjoys tying you up and being tied up

he’s got a collection of silk ropes

it’s pretty impressive

“Are you going to tie me up? Oh no...how dreadful...I simply *strikes a pose*...don’t know what *another pose*...I’m going to do *yet another pose*”

Bad at teasing. That accent. But mostly it’s because he keeps using Altean words and phrases and you can’t quite figure out what it means

“Keep talking like that and I’ll just have to ruggle your snargle like a Horfian Timble.”

what???

Surprisingly not a talker in bed

it’s mostly quiet moans and sighs from him

will occasionally slip out gentle phrases such as

“Just like that dear...”

“...Lovely...”

mustache rides

“You’re wearing my favorite outfit again today! You do know how to spoil me!”

Alteans dicks glow, trust me. He’s got teal markings all along that bad boy

his cum glows too bc that’s fun

enjoys all the positions but he’s definitely limited bc he’s old

Coran doesn’t seem to be flexible but the man has got GUNS

but also he nearly broke his back once already

so expect vanilla positions such as missionary, doggy, and cowboy

he just can’t hold you up against a wall. His poor back

You and Shiro have known each other for years. We’re talking decades here. Like you two have been thick as thieves from the moment your new neighbor invited you to play in his tree house rather than unpack the millions of boxes off the moving truck.

It was practically love at first sight.

Except that 5 year olds don’t conform to your heteronormativity and cooties exist.

Cooties aside, there was hardly a moment you two weren’t attached at the hip, so there was little surprise when you two proudly showed off your dual scholarships to the Garrison’s Exploration Program. Shiro would join the fighter pilots and you to the engineering division where, once again to zero surprise, you two would become partners-in-crime with Matthew Holt.

And Matt, bless his heart, saw exactly what your families have known for years: You two were madly in love with each other and too stupid to realize it. The question now was: does he just suffer with your mutual pining OR does he get you two together and potentially walk in on you two sucking face (or, let’s face it, worse) in the practice ship?

Who’s he kidding. He’s going to walk off the edge of the Grand Canyon if he has to suffer through Shiro describing once again, in perfect detail, how you fixed their (fake) hydraulic stabilizer in 30 seconds flat. There’s only so many times a guy can listen to ‘…and the way they used a hair tie to hold it in place was revolutionary…’ without wanting to gag.

There’s was only one thing he could do.

After weeks of researching romantic comedies (and reading certain books he’d rather not admit to) he was ready to whip out the best of the best. But boy did you two make it difficult.

He tried getting you two to kiss via a spin-the-bottle game during a bonfire. Keyword: tried. Apparently coca-cola bottles defy the laws of physics and Shiro gets downright obstinate the more beer he has and just wouldn’t let Matt spin for him. But the two of you did end up drunkenly falling asleep in the back of Matt’s pickup, Shiro spooning you closely to his body as you happily held his hand against your chest. Unfortunately, someone set off fireworks and you woke up in a panic, accidentally elbowing Shiro in the face and spending the rest of the night in the ER so he could get his nose reset.

He tried setting you two up on a blind date for Valentine’s Day but, of course, you both assumed it was a double date to make things less awkward and both your dates stood you up. Matt’s not sure how you two swung that one because your table was in a nice secluded corner and only had two chairs.

There was the fake love-note taped to your dorm door talking about how ‘my love has burned years for you’ and ‘I only wish I had the courage to tell you face to face’ but ‘I’m scared to jeopardize our strong friendship’ and other sappy things that may or may not have made Matt tear up himself. Unfortunately, you never went home that day and when Matt and Shiro showed up to hang out (and for you to happily tell Shiro you loved him too) the note was still on your door. Shiro quickly ripped the note off with a violence rarely seen, his face darkening with anger as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and burned it right then and there. He still denies it to this day even though Matt was literally right next to him.

Then there was truth-or-dare but no matter how hard Matt tried, he couldn’t seem to score either of you as victims.

He ditched you two at meals so many times that the two of you staged an intervention because you were worried something was terribly wrong with him.

He even tried getting a recording of at least ONE of you admitting you liked the other but damn if you two aren’t hard to manipulate.

He was reaching the end of his rope and it wasn’t until he got through chick-flick number 18 that he found the answer he was looking for.

“Matt, remind me why we’re watching you play with the chemistry?”

Matt snorted, “Because Shiro, you two can’t tell the difference between perchloric and hydrochloric acid and I really don’t want to die today.”

You and Shiro both scoffed but didn’t say anything else. Matt was right. Your lack of culinary skills also extended to chemistry and it was only last week Shiro brought the wrong acid and created a small explosion. Or that time you forgot your hot plate was on and you exploded your beaker simply by leaving it empty on the plate. To be fair, that was probably a result of crappy equipment but still.

Satisfied you two were properly chastised, Matt quickly added his ingredients for disaster. “Hey, Y/N? Can you get me some paper towels from the supply closet?”

“Uhm, why?” You’re voice wavered in concern as Matt sheepishly tried to hide the foaming mess behind him.

“Because I…added something wrong and in about 60 seconds there’s going to be graphite foam covering the table. And the floor.”

You cursed and immediately rushed out the room. If you didn’t get that shit cleaned up as soon as possible it was gonna take hours with a scrapper to get that off the tile. And there was probably some hefty detention involved too.

“And Shiro?”, Matt flushed as Shiro shot him a smug look, “Can you go with them? I need some methanol too and I think Iverson keeps that on the top shelf.”

Shiro snorted and slowly stood up, making a show of languidly stretching before taking controlled steps after you like he didn’t want to run to your side. Matt’s smirked deepened as he snuck off after him. Five seconds should be more than enough of a head start.

“Oh, hey Shiro!” You blushed lightly as Shiro joined you in the closet, “Matt need something else?”

You pretended not to see his blush as he reached above you, his chest brushing against your shoulders as he stretched. “Methanol, I’m assuming for easier clean–HEY!”

You both jumped as the door to the supply closet slammed shut and locked. Matt’s innocent whistling sounded on the other side.

“Matt! Matt, what the hell?!”, Shiro’s voice boomed above your head as he leaned around you two bang a fist against the door. You felt your temperature skyrocketing as this caused his back to press even harder against you, very nearly pinning you to the door. 

“Matt!”, you’re voice was weaker than you wanted it to be, “Let us out now! This isn’t funny. It’s really, really cramped in here!” Yeah, you didn’t know how long you could last feeling nearly every bit of your crush pressed against you.

Matt’s voice was cocky as he leaned against the door, “Oh no. I’m not going to let you out. You’re going to get yourselves out.”

“With what,” Shiro scoffed, “I conveniently forgot my crow bar in my bedroom.”

“Tsk, tsk, Shirogane. Have patience,” Matt teased. “I’ll let you out when you two stop being stupid and kiss or something.”

You both stiffened in the closet, your voices caught in your throats as Matt continued. “And don’t try to act like you don’t like each other because I have eyes. So like, just say it.”

“I-I don’t–”, you felt as if your face was glowing in the dark of the closet. There was no way you could tell Shiro you liked him. You grew up together. Practically like siblings. And he was so handsome and so smart, there was no way he could like you back. He was destined for greatness. For a supermodel or a politician or ROYALTY. Not the kid next door.

“Y/N”, Shiro’s voice was soft as he gently maneuvered you to face him. He felt you shaking as he tilted your head up towards him and he felt a great surge of fierce protection, an urge to pull you close and never let go. “Y/N, Matt is right.”

You gasped as he stepped closer, fully you pressing you against the door with his body, holding you up while simultaneously stopping you from escaping. Not that you had anywhere to go. 

“I’ve loved you for years, Y/N.” 

“Shiro…”, his name was shaky on your tongue and you couldn’t, you couldn’t say the words.

He leaned close, his hair lightly brushing your nose, “Do you really like me back?”

The words were trapped in your throat. Of course you loved him. You’ve loved him and only him. No one could even compare. But you couldn’t…you couldn’t get your voice to work! There was no oxygen in here…you couldn’t breathe…your heart was racing he was so close! Even in the dark of the closet you could make out the outline of the face you loved. Feel his breath on your lips. The smell of his cologne.

You were helpless against him. This ridiculously handsome man. You’re knees were about to give out. 

There was only one thing left for you to do.

You kissed him.

And oh! Those lips felt exactly as you’d imagine. Soft and warm and full as he immediately pulled you against him. His arms wrapped around your waist and a hand to your neck as he deepened this kiss. His tongue finally tasting the one person he’s ever wanted. You felt light headed.

It was happening.

It was finally happening!

Why did you wait so long?

“I-I love you, Takashi.”

I like to think lycanthropy has a lot of similarities to periods

once nearly shed a tear bc he kept dropping his fork

ate an entire tart in one sitting

‘I don’t know what I want but I want a lot of it. No. Not that.’

tired as hell and requires 3 cups of coffee to function

constant irritation

it’s like he’s a taught string that’s about to snap

he also gets extremely horny

I’m talking like teenage level of hormones racing through his body

if it moves he humps

y’know, like an unaltered dog

or it’s bc his body is chock full of hormones in prep for the change

but who cares about details?

so for the three days or so before the full moon be prepared to be Shiro’s personal fleshlight

it starts slow

when he wakes up in the morning he’s always got his morning wood pressed against you and his nose buries in your hair

long hugs where he lingers in your neck to just enjoy your scent

can’t keep his hands off you for very long and usually keeps them on any exposed skin

chaste kisses turn to makeout sessions when he presses you against the nearest object

and only picks up from there

initiates morning sex by waking you up by gently kissing your neck and running his hands up and down your body

slips his hand in your underwear when he’s certain your awake

pretty much keeps you face down in bed while he takes you from behind

gentle grows in your ear and nips to your shoulders

he makes pleased little sounds as he grabs a fistful of ass before pulling you down hard on his cock

pulls you into his morning shower so he can hear your voice echo around him

fondles you the entire time you’re trying to make food

“God you smell so good...I could just eat you right up...”

it’s a sex line

but also he just can’t get enough of your scent

oops it’s noontime sexytimes

or if you happen to be at work he’s a little preoccupied with jerking off to the smell of your pillow

and maybe sending you naughty pics

please put a lock on your phone

you get literally pounced upon when you get home bc he could smell you coming and he’s got a mighty need to make you scream

nighttime blowjob featuring whiny and needy shiro

he doesn’t say much, he’s pretty much whimpering and moaning with every brush of your tongue

lots of hair petting as he struggles not to just thrust in and out of your mouth

oh no his canines are already starting to shift and you can feel the tiniest pinpricks of his nails against your scalp

the day before the full moon is just a fuckfest only interrupted by takeout orders (bc wolfy changes are very draining thank you very much)

i’m sorry but you don’t necessarily move from the bed

unless you’re a goddamn trooper bc this man is just ready to go over and over and over and over and over until the big day

small whispers of ‘Mine’ as he moves against you

his moans come out more like growls and the they’re so deep you can feel them rumbling through his chest

his nips turn into definite bites but he’s never aiming to make you bleed

his nails however are now quite long and he leaves scratches along your wrist and sides and your thighs but nothing that won’t fade in a bit

long licks against your throat

he nuzzles under your chin when resting, content for the moment to just be held

“Keith! Kei–Shiro said to stay together!” You yelled into the empty hallway but heard no response outside of the usual sounds of battle around the corner. You cursed and wiped the sweat from your forehead, exasperated at Keith’s recklessness and exhausted from fighting enemy after enemy. If it weren’t for how badly you needed intel you’d have said ‘fuck it’ and left two hallways ago.

But when the Blades said jump into hyperspace and infiltrate this cruiser for the shipping routes Keith didn’t even hesitate long enough to form a proper plan. You had just barely managed to catch him in the process of leaving and demanded to go with because there was no way he was going to go alone. 

And much to his chagrin, you managed to get a message to Shiro that resulted in a terrible lecture the entire way to the target. But you’d be glad for the back up when Shiro and the rest of the team eventually caught up because this ship was BIG. Big enough that even you tore into Keith about the stupidity of his decision to go alone. Now he was surly and frustrated, charging ahead at his enemies (after he tripped an alarm you tried to warn him about but noooooo, he wasn’t listening!) and throwing himself into dangerous situation after situation without any regard to his life or yours.

Well….that’s not entirely true. He made sure everyone he encountered was definitely dead before moving on and kept looking back to make sure you were okay. So fine, he was making sure you were safe but the distance he kept between you two made it dangerous for him. How were you supposed to be his back up when he didn’t even wait for his back up?

You cursed again and jogged to catch up to your boyfriend before he got far ahead. Two turns and Keith was in sight, struggling to pull is sword from a downed sentry, his face scrunched up in frustration as he tried to kick it off. You smiled at his cute expression and decided to tease him, “Need some help there Samur–”

You froze, your words caught in your throat by the sudden burst of thick sticky copper on your tongue. You coughed into your hand, confused by the sudden appearance of blood, “Wha-???”

You looked past your hand…

****

Suddenly you felt and watched as a sword, a sword that was stained with the blood of your chest and bits of broken armor, slid back inside and out as smooth as warm butter. Smoother than any sword had a right too.

And you just stood there…gazing stupidly at the whole in your chest. Your breath coming in short gurgling gasps. The shock was setting in and all of a sudden you were on your knees, your sluggish brain trying to piece together what happened but the pain…everything hurt so much…to breathe, to think, to catch yourself before you hit the ground…and Keith…

****

…you could hear his voice…he sounded sad…sadder than you’ve ever heard…that wasn’t right no no no, Keith deserved to be happy??? Why was he crying???? You were going to be okay! It didn’t even hurt anymore! Couldn’t he see that? Couldn’t….couldn’t……oh, oh no….

…it was…

…was getting harder…..hard…er

…harder to….to…..breathe……

“Keith??? I-I think I’m hurt??”

“IT WAS MY FAULT SHIRO!”, Keith’s throat burned with the force of his shouting but he couldn’t stop. “I…I LEFT THEM BEHIND! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN RIGHT THERE! I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT SENTRY! I SHOULDN’T…!!” 

He paused, a sob wracking his body as he wrapped his arms around himself. He felt rather than saw Shiro wrap him in a tight hug. He couldn’t stop the tears, the snot, the gross way his eyes puffed up the moment he cried. “I shouldn’t have gone…then Y/N would’t have…”

Shiro shushed him, running his metal hand through Keith’s hair in an attempt to comfort him. He didn’t know what to say; a major part of him wanted to agree, it was Keith’s fault that you were currently comatose and near death. But that’s not what a young man in a depressive slump needs to hear. 

“They’re going to be alright Keith. Y/N is strong, they’ll pull through this.”

“But what if they hate me! I got them hurt! Y/N is nearly dead and I–”

“Stop! Keith, just stop. Y/N loves you and they know you would never purposefully put them in danger. Accidents happen, alright?”, Shiro pulled back to force Keith to look up at him, “You can’t focus on what-if. All you can do is be there for Y/N when they wake. Got it? Look at me Keith, you need to look toward the future.”

Keith nodded numbly and wiped his face. Shiro was right. What happened happened and that was it. There was only the future. A mostly bleak future.

You awoke two weeks later, too out of it to realize that Keith was holding you up and openly crying in front of the rest of the sobbing team. You just held on to him, too weak to hold yourself up.

“Wha-? Keith?”, your voice was surprisingly weak even to your own ears, “What happened? I-I don’t rememb–!” You gasped and clutched your hands to your chest, the feeling of the sword slipping from your body coming back to you.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breath. The shock of being stabbed in the chest, of nearly dying immobilizing you. A panic attack. You were having a panic attack.

“Shh, shh, shh, I got you baby,” Keith cooed and gently eased you to sit on the ground. “You’re okay, you’re okay. We made it. You made it.” His hands brushed your hair away from your face and gently forced you to look at him. A warm thumb brushed away a lone tear that spilled down your cheek.

“Breathe with me Y/N, I’ve got you. You’re safe. In…and out…In…and out…c’mon Y/N you can do this, In…and out…that’s it, Lovely, in…and out…” Keith continued for Ancients know how long until your breathing came back under control but still you were shaking. Whether from the panic attack, the shock of nearly dying, or the fact that it was very cold in the med bay, you didn’t know. Keith pulled you close again, one hand holding you close and the other rubbing soothing circles on your lower back.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Keith’s voice cracked against your ear, “I put you in danger. You were right love, I should have waited. I…You don’t deserve to be punished for my stupidity.”

Another crash rocked your ship and you grunted in pain as your chair’s armrest dug harshly into your ribs. You heard Matt’s voice to your left asking if you were okay but there was no time to answer as more canon fire hit. You cursed again as your automatic targeting system (jokingly called Ats-Ats) failed.

“Matt!”, you yelled, “Get us out of here!”

“I can’t until you shoot us a way out!” 

You cursed again and undid your safety belt, “Ats-Ats is down, I gotta do it manually.” You rushed past Matt’s chair only to be stopped by his tight grip on your wrist, pulling you down to momentarily sit in his lap.

“Come back to me”, he whispered against your lips before kissing you chastely. You nodded and hurried up to the turret, determined to kick as much Galra ass as you could before kicking the bucket.

Luckily for the both of you, kicking the bucket did not happen. With Ats-Ats down you were able to fire faster, the turret moving before you even registered doing it as you shot down drones one after another. The moment the way was clear Matt gunned it, using his near-death-induced adrenaline rush to navigate through the debris field quickly enough to rival even Keith. 

“Y/n?”, Matt’s voice was shaky as he called out your name but grew steadier with each repeat of his favorite syllables. “Y/n! Y/n! Talk to me Y/n!”

You slid down the ladder and collapsed at the bottom, flashing your boyfriend a cheeky grin and thumbs up; too tired to even reply. But you didn’t need to. 

Immediately Matt’s lips found yours, his body pressing you to the floor, frantic hands working under your armor to pull at your clothes. You moaned against him, hands winding their way into his hair as he deepened the kiss, using your moan to slip his tongue inside.

Eventually you came to your senses somewhere between losing your chestplate and removing Matt’s cape. “Mm-Matt, Matt we can’t–”

“Can’t what baby?” Matt stopped his assault on your mouth and worked his way down your neck. You’re weakness, that monster.

“We-ah!!- can’t…not in the ship,” your voice went weak as Matt sucked particularly hard, nipping your collarbone and soothing the teased skin with his tongue.

“But baby…I wanna make you feel good”, you stilled as Matt’s voice brushed against your ear, “I’m wanna make you cum with just my cock.”

You let out a strangled groan as he pressed against you, letting you feel how hard and ready he was.

“I’m gonna make you scream. I’m gonna make you beg. Do you like begging for my cock, Y/n?”

“Holy quiznack, you’re going to be the death of me,” you hummed, pleased at the pace at which Matt was grinding against you. And more than a little curious as to if he could deliver on his promise.

“Oh sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you…you won’t even remember your own name.”

“Tell me how much you like riding my cock.” Fuck, he was on a roll tonight. You gasped as Matt thrust up harshly, his hands on your hips to hold you against him, to keep himself buried deep within you as you gasped for breath.

“I-I love riding you, I lo-ove”, your voice hitched as Matt reached over to touch where you were joined, “lovelove your cock–hnng!!!” You fell back against him, back to chest as Matt picked up the pace, setting a brutal cadence that would surely have him limping tomorrow.

“Yeah you do, my little cockslut.” You cursed as Matt continued, “Look at you, riding my cock like you were meant to. Fuck baby, you feel so good.”

You weren’t gonna last. Between the battle and Matt’s surprisingly good post-battle dirty talking…there just wasn’t much fight left in you.  You were close, so so close, “M-matt! Ah! Matt! I’m gonna-gonna--!!”

“Shh, shh, shh. Let it happen baby, let it happen.” You leaned forward as your orgasm closed in, the angle changing juuuust right to have you lost for words.

“Cum on my cock baby, let me feel you. Let me hear you baby.”

You came with a strangled cry of Matt’s name as he stilled beneath you, cumming with a whispered, “Fuck that’s good...”

“Fuck is right”, you whispered as you slid off Matt’s lap to lay on the ground, “But I could really use a bed right now.” 

“You sure you’ve stretched properly?” 

You rolled your eyes but didn’t release from your stretch, enjoying the burn in your calves as you touched your toes. Hunk whistled as you showed off and placed your palms on the floor, “Lookin’ good baby!”

You smiled as you stood up, “I always look good.”

Hunk chuckled and pulled you close, an uncharacteristic smirk on his handsome face as he looked down at you, “You know it–”

“Alright guys,” Shiro’s loud voice caused the two of you to jump apart, “We’re gonna break off into pairs. Keith, Y/N, you’re first. You’re working on hand-to-hand, with the goal of immobilizing your partner and escaping from their holds.”

Hunk frowned. Usually he was your partner, one of the perks of being your boyfriend. Also it was a great excuse to get handsy with you when wearing the tight black suit you all wore under your armor. He sighed and settled down on the floor next to Lance, resigned to spend the next few hours watching someone get ‘all up in your business’, as Lance would say.

Unfortunately, today also seemed to be the day that Hunk figured out exactly how to  exhaust his seemingly endless patience. 

And it started with Keith pinning you to a wall, holding an arm behind your back and slipping his leg between yours to keep you off balance. Hunk felt his blood pressure rise as Keith leaned in to whisper something in your ear, pressing you further into the wall as he innocently tried to give you tips without Shiro noticing.

And it continued with Lance. 

Even though Lance was his best friend and Hunk knew without a doubt that he would never ever in the history of EVER make a move on you, it didn’t stop him from grinding his teeth together (so loudly even Pidge scooted away) when Lance pinned you beneath him. His long limbs keeping you under him no matter how hard you tried to escape. And for all your attempts, you ended up with your thighs wrapped around Lance’s shoulders and neck while he had you sandwiched nearly in half, his face inches from yours as he teased you lightly about the mess you got yourself into. Eventually he had you folded up enough that it was getting hard to breathe and you had to tap out, which was made harder by the fact that Lance had your wrists trapped in a surprisingly strong grip above your head for the last few seconds. 

If Hunk was a weaker man he’d have already picked up Lance and tossed him across the room. 

But he was a strong man. He would persevere.

That is until your turn to fight Shiro. Because seriously? What the hell? At this point Hunk was pretty sure the devil himself was testing him because those grunts of exertion you kept making every time Shiro pinned you to a surface sounded extremely sexual.

Or maybe it was just Hunk.

Either way. The way Shiro kept pinning the light of Hunk’s life face-first into the floor was driving him nuts. Did Shiro really have to lean over your smaller form, leaving no space between you as he held you down and whispered so quietly in your ear that only you could hear? Did he also need to keep pinning you down in such a way that your ass seemed to always land against his crotch? Did he seriously need to hold you against him, back-to-chest with one arm around your neck and the other tight against your waist, using his feet to keep yours apart so that all your weight was pressed against him????

Hunk noticed that the position put Shiro’s mouth dangerously close to your neck. In fact, Shiro had to keep blowing your hair out of his face while you struggled to escape his grip, both of you panting heavily with the exertion of your five minute brawl.

Hunk was going to commit homicide. He felt it. 

Eventually the space gods heard his prayers and Shiro let you drop to the floor with an exhausted, “Oof!”.

“Alright team, I think we all earned a break! We’ll meet up after lunch to fine-tune some of those great holds I saw today.” Shiro paused and looked down at you still laying at his feet, “And we’ll choose a different person to pick on I think.”

You gave him a thumbs up in response and continued lying right where you were, pointedly ignoring the sounds of your team moving off to lunch. You were pretty sure your legs were jelly and if you stayed there long enough Hunk would totally carry you to lunch. Or at least you were hoping he would.

You silently screamed in joy as you felt Hunk’s strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you over and onto his broad shoulder. You hummed contentedly, mumbling a light thank you as he walked out the training room and towards, what you were seriously hoping was the dining room. Because after being tossed around by three men who definitely outweigh you in the guns department, you were exhausted and hungry and you were pretty sure there were bruises on your wrists and knees and you definitely needed a long, hot shower to ease your aching muscles (also you were so sweaty there was no way Hunk didn’t smell you).

Your train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a door opening (yay food!) and Hunk rudely tossing you. For a moment, you felt betrayed. Truly and utterly betrayed as you soared through the air. Time suspended with your disbelief.

“Hunk! What the sh–!”, you were interrupted by your back roughly meeting the mattress and Hunk quickly crawling over you, silencing your accusations with the hot press of his lips against yours. You immediately relaxed against him, reach up to wrap your arms around his neck as he pressed harder, your legs instantly wrapping around his soft middle as he rocked against you.

“I had to spend three hours watching you get manhandled,” he whispered.

“O-oh?” You blushed as Hunk rolled his hips harder, the telltale hardness between his legs rubbing up against your entrance as he moved to speak into your ear.

“Now I get my turn.” You blushed harder as Hunk expertly rolled you over in one swift movement. 

That was one hell of a turn-on. 

Especially when he pulled your hips up so you were on your knees and elbows, one of his large hands holding you down by your neck as the other undid the zipper in the back of your suit.

You shivered at the contrast between the cold air and Hunk’s warm lips on your skin, feeling your self melt into the mattress as he exposed you (as much as he could with your suit still around your arms). Hunk shifted on the bed, leaning forward to whisper against your ear, “What? You’re not going to fight me?”

You gulped. Hunk was seriously dangerous when in a mood. But what a rare and fun mood. “Why would I escape when I’ve got you right where I want you?”

You paused, “Also I’m waaay to tired to really move. Just…have your way with me you wicked man.”

Hunk chuckled and pressed the soft, velvet tip of his cock against you, causing you to jump in surprise. He immediately pulled back, “Are you okay? I didn’t–I thought that since last night we–you were still–I-I–”

You snorted, “I’m ready for you big boy, I was just surprised–OH! Ah! Huuunk!!!!” You closed your eyes and tightened your grip on the sheets below you as he pushed inside you with one powerful thrust.

“You like that Cupcake?” Hunk moved his hand from your neck, tracing his fingers down your spine, hips, and slowly to where he sat inside you, lightly teasing the the skin stretched around his cock. You gasped his name again as he slowly pulled out inch by agonizing inch until only his fat head remained inside.

“Then you’re gonna love this”, was your only warning as Hunk seized you by the hips and pulled you back onto his cock, setting a quick and brutal pace that had your jelly limbs struggling to hold yourself up.

“H-hunk! Hunk I can’t-can’t–”, you struggled to catch your breath, exhaustion creeping up on you as your arms gave out and you fell face first into the soft mattress. Only for a second before Hunk’s strong arms wrapped around your chest to lift you back up, your back against his chest as he held you to him.

“I got you Cupcake...”

“Do you think everyone knows what....why we’re late for lunch?” 

You blushed as Hunk laughed and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Naw, they probably just think we showered. It was a rough day,” he said. You were unconvinced but luckily for you no one was in the dining room to see your red face.

Hunk muttered something about how rude it was that there was nothing left out for you two and walked over to the fridge before letting out a happy laugh, “Ah! I can always count on Lance to....to...”

He picked up the note left on the plates and immediately stopped talking.

‘Hope you used protection. Love, Lance <3′

not much different than Keef’s probably but he definitely got some more galra than Altean. I once read a thing about alteans being hermaphroditic and the peen being like a glowy tentacle and I like that. SO!

flexible galra dick. still purple, definitely gets a knot that keeps him in you for a while. maybe only a couple minutes during which he just snuggles you until it goes down and he can comfortably slip out. 

it definitely secretes a lot of opalescent pre cum that just kinda coats it and makes it easier for him to slide in.

it’s still definitely a galra dick, so no tentacle fun this time but it’s long, probably around 10 inches (which jesus that’s terrifying) and pretty thick. man’s got a horse dick. definitely thicker at the base, you can’t wrap your hand around it, but it tapers to a pointed head that you can.

also just for fun, if any of you know littlecofiegirls’s bodyguard klance au, there’s a pretty detailed up close pic of keith’s galra peen that has ridges under the head and about half way down the shaft.

Lotor’s got that.

Ribbed. For your pleasure.

Keef

Listen to me, those Galra genes gotta show up somewhere, so why not his dick. 

When soft he’s pretty unimpressive, maybe a little disappointing but as he gets harder that little guy just keeps going and going and going and now you’re not entirely sure it’s gonna fit.

I’m not gonna go too terribly crazy with long dicks here but I’d hazard to guess that it’s close to 9 inches when fully erect and a decent width. 

and now to expose myself a bit: I love the idea of Galra having a little A/B/O mechanics going on. Like yaaaasssss give me knotted alien dicks. Keefers doesn’t have a tru knot, but when he’s close to cumming he definitely swells a bit at the base. Not enough to get locked in but definitely enough that you feel a stretch.

lottsa lottsa cum. like please get up and sit on a toilet if doing unprotected sex bc you’re gonna wake up with your thighs glued together or the blanket plastered to you.

his dick looks relatively normal though, maybe a little more tapered than an average dick. He’s head definitely gets a little purple, like PURPLE. Also has a nice little upward curve.

Circumcised

doesn’t bother to groom when single bc no one is seeing it. but tends to keep his pubic hair a bit long. he’s a hairy boy and he’s got other things to do. like you.

Lance

“I may act like a big dick but I’m only the owner of one.”

terrible lance. why do you think that works.

Longest human dick on the team at 7 ½ inches but it’s also the thinnest. He doesn’t have major pencil dick going on but it doesn’t stretch too terribly much if he enters you without any prep. 

but who are we kidding, Lance has magic fingers, there’s definitely prep

his dick is a lovely golden tan with a few small freckles and it’s like, perfectly straight. 

it’s a bit long though to be able to stand up near his tummy

Uncircumcised and proud of it. 

definitely shaves down there. Not all the way though, he likes to keep it close to his happy trail length.

Hunk

Another big boy, a thicc boy

a bit shorter than Lance at 7 inches but thicc thicc thicc

probably can’t close your fingers around it unless you have really big hands

it’s not readily obvious how big he is bc he’s got that tummy fat but if you’re on top you’ll definitely get a good feel for it

the head is a little small so he’s definitely got a tapered dick. Which is really convenient bc it’s like he can ease into you inch by glorious inch

a dark peen, very dark! when fully erect it bends a little towards the left

an excited peen that definitely rises up to touch his belly

circumcised!

doesn’t really clean up too much, he’s naturally not all that hairy so it’s not like he’s got an entire bush down there.

Matt (bc I can)

the average white dick

i mean everything is average. The length, the girth, like it is a generic white man’s dick

velvety soft with a bulbous head that turns red 

fairly veiny, he’s got a particularly exposed one on the underside

uncircumcised 

another hairy dude but you wouldn’t know it. keeps himself groomed for all the tail he gets as a rebel fighter (which he doesn’t get. at all.)

Shiro

thickest boy, but shortest boy. think like a soda can but not quite so big.

under average, he clocks in at just 4 1/2ish inches but that girth

definitely can’t wrap a hand around that thicc boy

you’re jaw is gonna ache really quickly if you try to take that into your mouth

his girth is pretty consistent, no tapered dick here

a pale dick, a pretty dick

look at that cute red head poking out of his foreskin

a singular mole on the underside

which he wasn’t even really aware of until you told him it was cute

does have a nice curve to it

he shaves completely

partly to make himself look a bit bigger

pretends he’s hot shit but in reality

he’s a fucking virgin

hyperventilated the first time he touched a titty

giggled so hard he nearly vomited the first time he sat in a dude’s lap and felt the boner

Bi Disaster™

BUT once he gets over his nerves he’s so eager to get going

but he’s still really shy so he spends a lot of time rubbing his hands up and down your sides and thighs, shyly avoiding sensitive areas

but doesn’t shy away from having you sit in his lap while making out. he’ll grind against you all day until his dick is raw he don’t give a fuck

finally he gets really into it and just grabs your ass and pulls you tight against his bulge, one hand snaking up to your neck to hold you close

and yeah okay, the moans you make???? They flip a switch.

hello Rebel Officer Holt

hoooo boy! he likes to take control now

definitely a little dominant

wants to spoil you and make you cum over and over and over again before he finally lets himself have you

knows every spot to make you moan but he focuses on your neck the most

he likes to hear you up and close

“You like this baby? Tell me what you like.”

“Mmmm, that’s it. Let me hear you.”

likes holding your wrists above your head while lazily kissing you as his other hand lightly teases your skin

please tie him up

also probably into sensory deprivation

blind fold this boy

a switch but like, a bratty one

you may be the one in charge tonight but he’s still gonna try and get his mouth and hands on you

“Is tha-at the best you can do?” he says while getting head with his hands tied together.

“S-stop teasing me an-ah! and ride me!” tsk tsk matty, now you’ve gotta wait

exhibitionist, much to everyone’s chagrin

how many times has Rolo walked in on you two in the ship? Too many times.

making out in dark corners with Matt’s hands in your clothes

Shiro (sighing as he rounds the corner after finding you two in the middle of a heated makeout): I still can’t believe he gets laid.

Pidge is a good shot with a rubber band gun. she nails Matt in the head anytime he makes flirty eyebrows.

it happens daily

probably has had sex in every room in the castle (except the kitchen and everyone’s bedrooms because he’s not a complete animal)

Likes dirty talking

i won’t give you a preview here lovelies, bc I got a whole request dedicated to this ;)

has a mild sex drive. he was pretty nuts when you two first started doing the do but he calmed down over time

although battle is still the best aphrodisiac

also when you kick is ass in anything. training, video games, strategy....

Matt: I’m going to fuck that tonight

YAAAASSSSS PLEASE PUT YOUR MOUTH ON HIS DICK

also, sensitive nips. he makes cute squeaky noises when you first touch them

Matt ‘Magic Fingers’ Holt

he got the nickname from how fast he could code

but now it’s because he’s got some fucking magic fingers and he knows exactly how to use them to get you riled up

Fave position: you braced against a wall while he takes you from behind

has no least fav because it’s all good when he gets to feel you

embarrassed by mirror sex

he likes seeing you sure but ugh, is that really the face he makes when he cums?? no thank u

a smol man, but also strong????

yeah, he’ll have you sitting in his lap then stand up and lay you down on the bed in one smooth motion

tries for the wall sex but can only hold you for a few mins before he’s gotta put you down and turn you around

can definitely hold you hips up for that perfect angle

so soft after, no matter what kind of sex you have

kisses your nose and forehead and cheeks after you both come down

will just stare lovingly down at you while running his thumbs against your cheeks