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Hello everyone,
I know I haven’t been using this blog much at all recently. It’s mostly an inspiration blog for when I write porn rather than any kind of repository. However, in light of the change in ToS, I’d rather make sure this won’t hurt my main. Therefore, I’ll be deleting this on the eve of the ToS change (which I believe is the 17th or smth? IDK).
If there’s anything on here you’d like to save, please do so now
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It’s been a busy few months, but Shiro’s doing all right, really. He’s fine. He just can’t remember the last time he was well and truly relaxed.
Keith knows what he needs.
❤️💛💚💙💖➔ 💜
a.k.a. the loving consensual polydins gangbang that Shiro deserves, written for Kinktober 2018 and now on AO3!
Author: Letterblade Title: Reset Link: In notes, thanks Tumblr!
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16708729
Kinktober Day 17 — Masturbation | Seduction | Collaring | Orgasm Denial
In which Shiro gets lovingly and consensually gangbanged by the rest of the Paladins, part 4
[ what the heck is this | where’s the rest ]
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Another piece for the cancelled zine, this time shiro/lance/kuron(ryou), which doesn’t have a name and I don’t wanna try to make one. Clearly I did before S6, which is why Shiro’s hair is white. I actually really like the piece, and put a lot of work into it, learnt the program Gimp with it too, a lot more then I had.
Lance’s outfit is based off a doll meets Allura’s? Lance isn’t Altean, just wearing ‘Voltron’ like jewellery, while Shiro and Ryou are wearing ‘altean like bondage’ (including a ring gag, lol.)
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Kinktober Day 3. Sensory depravation, Shance
Okay so got that kinktober day 3 actually done. Here it is, in full colour! Quite proud of this actually, since the lace is not a photoshop thing. Any-who, enjoy my little kinksters!
Kinktober 2018 - Day 1
Ship: Shklance (Shiro/Keith/Lance) NSFW Day 1. Deep-Throating | Inflation | Face-Sitting | Masks Warnings: Deep-throating, sex work, ot3 Notes: This is from the long lost project my wife and I started for the VLD kinkbang and couldn’t finish because of the move. Featuring sex worker Shiro and his two very eager customers, Lance and Keith. We love this AU with our whole being, and I’m excited to write them for kinktober. Hope you enjoy!
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The way Takashi looks up at Lance through his lashes while sucking him in inch-by-inch is enough to make Lance’s knees weak. He fumbles for a handful of Takashi’s hair, twisting it in his fingers and trying not to pull too hard. From beside him, Keith is practically humming with a hunger all his own, and a quick glance is all it takes for Lance to see how hard he is just from watching.
“I think he’s gonna take it all,” Lance breathes, unable to keep quiet any longer. Takashi’s brows draw together; he’d probably be smirking if his mouth weren’t full.
Keith’s hand twitches toward his cock, but he clenches it into a fist. “I know he is. Just watch him.”
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Shiro getting his ass absolutely destroyed while his eyes are watering and he's drooling 👀
bottom shiro is all i need to keep living
so earlier this week i learned that a pillow princess is NOT what i thought it was, but if it HAD been what i thought it was… i wrote shiro as a pillow princess
other sidenote: i lost complete control of this fic,,,, shiro is so needy,,, i’m not sorry.
final sidenote: i was Lowkey called out by one miss @bosstoaster (can i tag u??? i’mma tag u but lmk) to write some more bottom shiro, and who am i to not respond to that??? >:3c
Read it on AO3.
The clock has just flickered past 1:30 in the morning when there’s a soft knock at the door, and a sleep-tousled head, sans orange headband, pokes itself in. It’d be half-hesitant, probably, if this wasn’t such a common occurrence.
Shiro hardly glances up past his work, eyes blinking once to clear the tired blurring them around the edges, but his fingers keep clacking away at the keyboard as he edits flight patterns, thinks of possible upgrades to fighter jets, regulates every possible eventuality— it’s maddening, really, but Shiro has survived death and worse.
So he deals with it.
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Koliro. Kolivan in heat, and Shiro loves how possessive he gets and is more than happy to let Kolivan have his way with him :3ccc
Shiro’s room smells like sex and the delicious, earthy flavor of the oil Kolivan uses to keep Shiro slick when he claims him. He inhales deeply when the doors whoosh open, and he’s guided inside by Kolivan’s hand on the nape of his neck. He’s lucky he managed to stay on his feet the whole way there. The possessive grip makes him weak in the knees, prompts him to think about sinking down to them right in the middle of the hallway and swallowing Kolivan down. But they’ve made it into the safe space; Shiro hears the automatic safety locks glide into place once the doors are shut again. He’s safe, and he’s been aching to submit to Kolivan’s heat for hours now. Waking up this morning to the ache of last night’s activities only made going to the daily briefing that much more difficult, but Kolivan insists that the waiting game makes him an even more delectable claim when the waiting ceases.
Shiro can’t help but agree.
Kolivan moves his hand and reaches around to start stripping Shiro of his uniform. There is no resistance, in fact, Shiro has to hold back from helping. It pleases Kolivan to do this himself and usually he— yes. Shiro moans loudly as Kolivan’s mouth works the side of his throat. His jaws are open, teeth gently sharp over his skin, tongue laving over Shiro’s quickening pulse. Shiro knows it probably says something about him how much he enjoys having another apex predator’s teeth so close to his throat, but he can’t help himself. He’s painfully hard before Kolivan has him even half undressed. Kolivan winds his fingers into Shiro’s hair, pulling his head back so he can get at the front of his neck. He won’t leave marks, not there, but he bites down with enough pressure that the next breath is a struggle, Kolivan’s tongue pressed insistently underneath his jaw, hot and wet.
“Commander,” he growls, his breath evoking a shudder.
Shiro groans. “Sir,” he responds out of habit. “Let me…please…”
Kolivan knows what he’s asking for. It’s been their ritual since Kolivan’s season hit. The reluctance he shows with letting Shiro go once he’s stripped down is all playful, and immediately, Shiro is on his knees. He does what it takes to free Kolivan’s cock, not bothering with the rest of his uniform, very aware of the leather underneath his hands. Kolivan watches him, and before he can say a word, Shiro is already choking him down, fingers of his left hand cradling the swelling, heavy knot at his base and kneading it. Kolivan’s growl is far from human, and that’s the thing Shiro loves most about it. His own erection drips, and his belly aches to be full again. He pulls himself off of Kolivan’s cock, ridge by ridge, tongue swiping over the tip as he looks up through his lashes.
“Shiro,” Kolivan hums, trying not to completely lose it at the soft, suckling kisses Shiro keeps giving the head of his dick. From ‘commander’ to ‘Shiro’, he strips his mate of the mantle so heavy on him, bringing him down to one single truth. His. “I’m going to—”
“Breed me,” Shiro exhales, sounding almost drugged, the word practically a sigh of contentment. “Because I’m yours.”
Kolivan’s smile is tight, he gives it so rarely, and Shiro sees it more than most lately. “That’s right, Shiro. Now, up on the bed so I can take care of you.”
Shiro gets to his feet using his grip on Kolivan’s hips for leverage. He leans in to slide his cheek along Kolivan’s jaw, a sign of affection he learned from all the times Kolivan had done it to him as they grew closer. Moments later, the sight of Shiro assuming the proper breeding position, head pillowed on his arms and ass high in the air, stirs a possessive sound out of Kolivan. It’s somewhere between a growl and a hum, and Shiro smiles at him with all the mischief of someone who knows how much he’s getting to his partner. Kolivan knows that, despite Shiro’s authority, he’s a playful brat, and Kolivan wouldn’t have it any other way.
He uses his fingers first, in spite of Shiro’s disappointed noises and his own eagerness, careful with his claws. Then he locks himself into Shiro’s body, knot and all, instincts ramped up deliciously high once he knows for certain neither he nor Shiro are going anywhere for awhile.
“I hope your crew wasn’t expecting you, Shiro,” Kolivan murmurs into his ear, all of his weight pressed down over Shiro’s spine to get that close. “You’ve given them more than enough of your time today. Now you belong to me.”
Shiro wheezes out some kind of affirmation, unintelligible around his hungry moaning. That’s good enough for Kolivan. He spends hours taking Shiro apart, filling him up, leaving marks across his shoulders and bruises on his hips. Shiro revels in the possessive nature of it all, giving himself over with a minimum of bratty resistance, and even then, only so they both enjoy it more. When it’s over, Kolivan eases himself away from Shiro’s spent body, sprawled and leaking on the bed, and drags himself to the adjoining bathroom to gather the supplies to clean Shiro up. It’s all part of the ritual, tender touches to combat the greedy ones during his claim, soft words of praise and encouragement that have Shiro humming and leaning everywhere Kolivan’s hands go. As the lights go out, Kolivan spoons Shiro to his chest, his heat already prickling under his skin, spurring him half erect where he’s nestled against Shiro’s back. Neither of them act on it; there will be plenty of time for that before Shiro’s morning meetings. Shiro is asleep almost instantly once they tuck into the nest of blankets on Shiro’s bed. Kolivan spends the time it takes for him to drift off as well listening to Shiro’s breathing while stroking lightly along his skin. He’s reminded how content he is with Shiro.
How good it feels to call Shiro his.
Keith: Hey Captain.
Shiro: Stop it Keith.
Keith: Yes sir!
Shiro: …You’re gonna regret this.
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UH HEY
so i’ve been wanting to write shallura for approximately one thousand years, and then the very thirsty idea for an au where shiro is a camboy came to mind, so uh here’s 7k of me venting said thirst lmfao orz
Allura has never known Romelle to be particularly jumpy.
She’s been sharing an office with her for a year or two now, and been in the same grad program with her for even longer. Romelle has always been determined and admirably driven, and generally level-headed, if she’s had enough sleep. So when Allura comes into their office earlier than usual, coffee in hand, already craving a nap, and Romelle reacts by squeaking and all but slamming her phone face-down on her desk, all Allura can do is stare at her, eyebrows raised.
The urge to tease is too strong, even this early on a Monday. Allura quirks a playful eyebrow at her, watching Romelle flush pink and pretend that she’s reading any of the papers open on her screen before laughing, “Good morning to you too.”
we can finally post our ABO zine entries, I made Shance with Omega Shiro 💖💖
me, uncovering a shallow grave of moss and driftwood: hey hozier what’s the mood for pride
hozier, blinking up at the light, awakened from his slumber: the ghost of the lesbian that possessed me when I wrote work song asks that the parades be bathed in light so beautiful it is hitherto unknown outside of the golden hours, that her children be protected, that everyone has a place in the shade to rest with the fawns and magpies, and that cops are drowned.
me, tucking him back in until it’s a new moon: thanks bud
“Kiss him,” Keith ordered pushing to back of Lotor’s head to Kuro’s gaping lips. They did, swapping their blood and adding to their pain.
my entry for the voltron kink bang! I was a pinch hitter for @boysnbooty!! I hope I did her fic justice c:
edit: link to the fic!!
Excuse me, did someone say Shiro shower scene?
Frat Boy Shiro AU where he needs a Fine Arts credit so he decides to take a random art class and he sees Keith.
They were friends back in high school and Shiro had a crush on him (if you were to ask Shiro about him before today he would tell you that Keith was def. the one that got away).
He strikes up conversation with him, being as flirty as possible and when he asks what he is doing in an art class (because Keith never struck Shiro as the artsy type), Keith just shrugs and says he needed to make some extra cash to pay for tuition. Shiro can’t help but pause because?? like??? what???
The instructor comes in and starts the class and Keith sTRIPS OUT OF HIS CLOTHING. Shiro spends his first art class awkwardly watching Keith posing, naked, in the middle of an art class with twenty other people in the room.
