Sweat And Masculinity [Zen | Reader] by StilemaWillow, literature
Literature
Sweat And Masculinity [Zen | Reader]
The wind blew around, making the albino shudder even when he was wearing his warmest sweatshirt. He jogged faster, pace picking up until he was able to see his apartment. He slowed down to barely a trot until he stood at the front door then got out his keys and made sure the door was properly locked after he got in. He took out his earbuds and stuffed them in his pocket, feeling his muscles burn after the refreshing jog in spite of the fact he wasn't tired. He internally thanked his acting career, which was what forced him into working out, so he could now jog twice a day and not feel tired yet stay in shape.
When Zen slipped out of his shoe
There was nothing the team of Voltron didn't miss about Earth.
The feeling of soil beneath their feet.
Smiles from their families.
The laughs from their friends at home sweet home.
Though the 5 Paladins of Voltron knew the importance of finishing this battle, they longed to be home. However, there was no home for Keith on Earth. He had no family to really turn back to, and he seemed to believe that for a while. That is, until he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled up image that made his heart ache.
It was a picture of you. He could remember that day it was taken too.
"Come on, Keith!" You smile, dragging him behind you thr
Keith Kogane x Reader: Alone Time by TaiyakiPress, literature
Literature
Keith Kogane x Reader: Alone Time
A/N: Feel like this is rushed? Anyway, it's a lil spicy so you've been warned > v >
It was a pretty quiet day. You and Keith were in the paladin break room, finally relaxing with the little time you somehow managed to spare. Keith had his arms folded haphazardly, leaning his tired head back on the couch with his eyes closed in contemplation. You were flushed up against him, your head nuzzling into his arm while your fingers traced shapes along his skin, a neutral line on your lips.
It had awhile since you two had actual time alone. No distractions. No perilous mission. No Lance. For Keith, this time with you was precious. He liked bei