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[onesmolhurts]

OneSmolHurt Terminated

Hey guys! 

As some of you know, my account got terminated. It sucks but ya know, tumblr really has a lot of shit to fix. 

I just wanted to check in here on tumblr, I don’t know if my blog’s termination will be remedied or not, either way, y’all can find me on twitter under the same usename, and on insta too! :)

[reiding-and-writing]

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

[kepcat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Hunk/Lance/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Lance (Voltron), Lance/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Keith (Side Character), Pidge (Side Character) Additional Tags: Mutual Non-Con, BDSM, Gags, Stalker! AU, three way, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Restraints, butt stuff, Happy Ending, Force Feeding, NSFW, 18+ ONLY, adult stuff, Blow Jobs, Kidnapping, Spanking, Shlunk, Toys, Anal Play, Sexting, Vibrators, Forced Orgasms, Stockholm Syndrome, Sensory Deprivation, Secrets Summary:

He’s watched every move they’ve made for over a year. Then one stormy night the moment he’s been waiting for bares its head.

or

Lance gets kidnapped and adult stuff ensues.

[jaspurrlock]

hnnnjkahsdgjk y e s. than k y ou. s o . m u c h. hajksdhgjkasdhgk I AM VERY HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!!! <3

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Kinktober 2017

It’s almost that time of year, so following in the footsteps of last year, we would like to present Kinktober 2017! For the prompts, we’ve used the original 30 prompts from @sparksreactor (hope that’s okay!) and added another 60, for a total of 3 prompts per day. For the 31st, we went with a free-for all of any of the prompts combined. 

Keep in mind, the days are more of a loose suggestion! Any of the prompts can be subbed in for any day, and if there’s a kink you’d like to use that isn’t listed, go on ahead! And for actual content, digital, traditional, and writing are all welcome and encouraged!

1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture) 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles) 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic) 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing 8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage 10. Edgeplay | Gun Play | Fucking Machine 11. Sadism/Masochism | Orgasm Denial | Gags 12. Master/Slave | Tentacles | Hand-jobs 13. Medical play | Rimming | Titfucking 14. Sensory Deprivation | Role Reversal | Incest 15. Sounding | Object Insertion | Lapdances 16. Waxplay | Pegging | Masks 17. Blood/Gore | Costume | Massage 18. Daddy | Leather | Masturbation 19. Prostitution/Sex Work | Olfactophilia (Scent) | Nipple Play 20. Pet Play | Feet | Threesome (or more) 21. Double (Or more) Penetration | Impact Play | Shower/Bath 22. Glory hole | Collaring | Scars 23. Shibari | Corset | Against a wall 24. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Fisting | Sixty-nine 25. Boot worship | Suspension | Smiles/Laughter 26. Shotgunning | Mirror Sex | Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose 27. Branding | Temperature Play | Stripping/Striptease 28. Xenophilia | Tickling | Swallowing 29. Omorashi | Dacryphilia (Crying) | Overstimulation 30. Toys | Emeto | Cunnilingus 31. Any combo of the above

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[mamawrites]

If Its Not Broke...Brake it

WARNING: This Fic has Amputation, Eye Trauma and other such triggering subjects. If you do not wish to i suggest stopping reading now. Thank you  This is a rewrite of something i wrote for another fandom but never managed to post for it. 

He couldn't move from where he lay even if he had the strength to do so. The bindings that lay across his exposed skin anchored him down to the cold steel table beneath him. His sunken eyes had counted every dot and marking on the ceiling that he had strained to see when his sight had been granted to him. Most of the markings weren't there when he had first woken up on the table, instead they had grown in number with everyday that he had lay there. Knowing exactly what was staining the walls and ceiling he couldn't bring himself to confirm it for the sanity of his own mind.

He had been there a total of 15 days so far, there was a tally on the wall, amongst the stains,which was made by a marking for each day he survived. He was surprised he had lasted so long with what he had done to him so far. The blood loss hadn't killed him yet and neither had infection which he was glad for but he couldn't be sure what was next.

On the second day his right leg from below the knee was taken from him. He had felt the very clench of the metal teeth of the saw rip and tear through his flesh as he had tried to hold back his screaming, biting his lip so hard that blood had started to draw from it. Though he had yet to realise that on the first day they had severed his vocal chords so there was no way he was going to make any noise. There was almost a crunching sound when the saw had finally met his bone but this hadn't stopped  the other, carrying on at a painstakingly slow pace to draw out as much agony and pain as possible from the Paladin on the table. A pool of blood had formed beneath what was left of his leg when the other had done but they didn't stop the bleeding straight away, instead then had put the severed leg right in front of the paladin's face so he could see what had been taken from him. Having seen the reality of what had happened to him shock had set in and their eyes had rolled back into his head, plunging him back into darkness.

On the ninth day he wasn't granted his sight at all when he awoke, finding himself in complete darkness beneath a blindfold that didn't even allow a speck of light from the surgical lamp that hung above him. Today was his first day with a gag in and it was pushing his jaw to its limits. It had felt like four slender metal fingers had reached inside and spread causing his mouth to be open wide. He had no idea what was in store for him, as since his leg was taken it had been mainly cutting into his flesh leaving small cuts and that was it.

He hadn't heard them come in today as he had mainly focused on flicking the gag out of his mouth with his tongue but it was strapped to his head nice and tightly. He only realised the other was there when he felt the taste of latex on his tongue as a gloved finger ran across it. Trying to pull away from the taste of latex caused his tongue to be caught between two fingers in a vice like grip and a small tut come from the other as his tongue was pulled further out of his mouth. All he could hear was a small clattering of metal before he could feel the cold steel of a knife like object . The next taste that he got was a different metallic taste as the steel had cut into the pink muscle and released the crimson liquid so that it ran down the paladin’s throat. The taste was bitter with a slight saltiness to it and all he wanted to do was cough it back up but he couldn't not with the other currently holding and slicing into his tongue.

By the twelfth day he could barely believe there was any of him left to be on the cold table. His leg was gone as was his tongue, several fingers and teeth and he was sure one of his kidneys had gone too, however he knew there was still plenty of him left to harvest. Today's item of interest was his left eye. He had woken to a strange implement holding the left eye lids open exposing the optic to him. The next thing he saw before panicking was what looked like a pair of scissors. Their job was to remove the conjunctiva allowing access to the muscles around the eye itself. The other then sliced away the rectus muscles allowing the eye to be lifted to a point that the optical nerve was visible as well as accessible and it was then cut. He panicked even more now as sight in his left eye was no longer possible and he had felt every cut and incision so far. Instead of placing a prosthetic eye the other released the others eyelids and took a needle and thread and began stitching them together so then there would be no big gaping hole and it would just look like he had his eye permanently closed. By the time this was finished the paladin was unconscious once again.

The Fifteenth day was to be his last but he didn't know it yet as he lay there his one eye looking round at the walls as he counted the stains once more, wondering if he could tell which day they had come from and that's when he saw it, just a small gleam as the light caught on its lens. There was a camera aimed at what was left of his body but he had got the point now that he didn't care nor was he surprised. The people  who had done this to him had nothing left that could surprise him or at least he thought they couldn't.

From the dark corners of the room a soft singsong voice resounded, calling for someone. The Paladin turned to where the voice was originating from, straining to see with his one eye.

“Paladin” A small male emerged from the darkness. There was no physical features to be seen just a mask and robe. A druid.

“Have you enjoyed your time with us?” The voice seemed distant and almost none existent as the paladins solo eye went wide, if he was able to voice anything he would have by now.  The looming figure moved closer.

“ It has been a pleasure to break you down Paladin” If he could have seen the druids face he was sure there would be a sickly smile on their face as he spoke. The Druid lent over and started to examine the handywork that had been their doing.  “Now that you are broken it is time to fix you”

Thanks for reading, I’d love for you to let me know which Paladin you saw in this fic ^^ 

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[mamawrites]

I just needed to say I loved your short fic based on Jas's work. You built on it in just the most perfect way, it was AMAZING! (I also loved the hints of Klance :3) Please please tell me you'll be doing more??

Ah thank you for such kind words! I may do, since it is open ended to be continued. It might not be straight away as there are other things i want to focus on like getting to do some Overwatch fics, maybe Dream Daddy (Since i fell in love with Damien <3 )

[mamawrites]

In regards to your fic based on jas's pic "up for auction", can i just say AAAAAAAAAAAAAH. It was well written and the story you came up with was super interesting and Im hooked holy crap

Oh my....thank you kind anon!! I’m glad you like!! I may end up continuing it, who knows~

[jaspurrlock]

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[mamawrites]

“Now this is a thank you!” Lances grin was broad as he scanned the party being thrown in their honor. Even as he was punched in the arm by his fellow paladin Lances smile remained.

“Behave” was the simple response from Keith, who stood awkwardly next to the blue paladin. It seemed parties really weren't his thing.

“Come on Keith, lighten up! “ The blue paladin gave Keith a slap on the shoulder as he continued “The Servorai are throwing us this because we saved them, who are we to deny them after all this trouble they wet through”

Blue eyes cast over the expanse of the party. It was being held in the center of their little village, the fountain in the center had been decorated with bunting of paladin colours. Hunk was to the side of the fountain watching them prepare food and help where he could at the open fire they were using for the food. Pidge was looking over the only two robots the tribe had seeing how she could help improve them. And here he and Keith stood on the outskirts. He gave a quick gaze to his fellow Paladin. Keith hadn't seemed to be able to settle properly since the fall of Zarkon and….the loss of Shiro. Lance couldn't blame him really. Shiro had really been the glue that held this slightly dysfunctional family together. Lance missed him but he knew Keith was probably missing him more. They had history Lance knew that much but he didn't pry, if Keith wanted to share Lance would be there to listen.

“Come on” Lance locked his arm round Keiths and started to pull him closer to the party. “Liven up a little and let loose”

“Lance I…”

“ah ah ah~” Lance cut keith off and held a finger to the red paladin's lips. His eyes locking with violet as he smiled at the smaller boy. “unless the next words out of your mouth are let's get a drink….i don't want to hear it” There was a strange silence between the two of them as Lance continued to lead Keith towards the waiting Servorai.

The Servorai were a humanoid race but then again they were like Alteans and could shift their body chemistry and DNA to that most pleasing to other races. Or so Lance had been told off one of the younger feminine looking Servorai. He hesitated calling them female as they didn't really have much to distinguish between male and female since they could shift. The two Lance led Keith towards wouldn't look out of place on earth that was for sure. A masculine one was holding out two glasses for the approaching paladins.

“Paladins!” His voice called to them pushing the glasses into their hands. It was light and cheery, not really fitting of how the male looked right now. Lance thought he wouldn't look out of place on the muscle beaches as long as he didn’t speak “Drink! Eat! Enjoy this feast in your honor!”

Lance saw Keith out of the corner of his eye, staring at the pinkish coloured liquid. The red paladin didn’t seen so sure of what to make of the drink. True it smelt a bit off and the warmth that emanated from the drink itself seemed weird but this was an Alien drink in their hands, on an Alien planet.

“Come on Keith, let loose” Lance smirked as he raised the glass to his lips, winking at the female who was stood next to the muscled Servorai. She let out a sweet giggle and a blush at Lances action and the blue paladin was sure Keith was rolling his eyes. The brunette hadn't even taken a sip yet before Keith had downed the entire glass. Watching him, Lance wanted to see if there was any reaction but Keith was still stone faced as ever. So it wasn't bad he guessed. Sighing Lance took a gulp and felt the warm liquid flow down his throat. It wasn't the best thing he had ever tasted and had the strange consistency that was like a mix of honey and toothpaste. The taste of what Lance could only describe as burnt toast lingered on his tongue.

“How does it taste Paladin of Blue?” The girl who had giggled before spoke up as he felt a warmth start to spread through him, it was almost calming. He watched her for a moment as she played with her auburn curls, it was almost hypnotic.

“Better than numville eh Keith?” He turned to his fellow Paladin with a lazy smile to see Keith's eyes heavily leaded and within seconds he had hit the ground. He looked at the crumpled heap of paladin armour, his mind taking a bit too long to figure out what had happened to his fellow defender of the universe.

“Keith?” when lance spoke he didn't seemed to have the energy to speak with the urgency required for the situation. Keith had just collapsed for no reason other than….

Lance took a look at the glass in his hand and then back to Keith. His body started to feel heavy as he looked to the two Servorai. Both had smiles on their faces as the female stroked the tanned skin of Lance’s face.

“Sleep Paladin of Blue, we will take care of you” Lance lazily tried to push her hand away but the forced in which he pushed her did nothing. Quickly scanning around blue eyes widened when he saw both Hunk and Pidge in a heap just like Keith. Taking a step back and grasping at his bayard, Lance fell to his knees. His weak grasp causing the Bayard to the dirt beneath him. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open now as his body tried to lull itself to sleep.

“ Just as we thought” The girl came down to Lance's eye level and lifted his head to look in her now white  eyes. “ They are just as predictable as the Paladin of Black”

Paladin of Black….Black Paladin….

“S-Shi…” Lance felt his almost numb body hit the floor as his eyes roll back and the comfort of the darkness took him.

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A groan tried to escape Lance’s lips as his mind started to escape his dream world. His head felt heavy, almost unliftable as he finally opened his eyes. Shifting, only slightly, Lance stared wide eyed at where he was. It wasn't the village he remembered being in, it wasn't even the castle or his lion. He didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he was uncomfortable and he was in some form of cell.

He needed to think, evaluate the situation. There was a dull ache from his shoulders that felt like they were being pulled back slightly. His palms were flat against the opposite elbows, he could feel some form of binding holding them in place. So, his hands weren't going to help right now. Looking Lance could see some rope leading from a bar that was tied between his knees towards his neck. Giving an experimental tug, Lance grunted through gagged lips, finding that the rope led to a collar that sat snuggly against his neck.

As his mind started to catch up, he managed to make sense of what had happened. The Servorai had drugged him. But not just him, the whole team. Panicking slightly he glanced round, squirming slightly against his bindings. He felt what he now assumed were ropes around his crotch tightening and causing a bulge but he couldn't focus on that now. He needed to know if the team were okay. The cell he was in was small, just big enough for him and possibly one other at a squeeze. What caught his eye was to the right of him behind what seemed like a wall of glass, he could see another, familiar, body.

“mmphth” The gag silence him enough not to shout the red paladin's name, but it didn't stop lance from trying. As he tried to get Keith's attention Lance noticed the intricate red rope work that enlaced Keith's armoured body. Lance couldn't be sure but from what he could tell of his own predicament the two of them had been tied up differently. The main difference was that Keiths hands were forced right up his back with his palms together almost like he was in prayer. It looked stricter that how Lance was bound and the blue paladin couldn't help but feel guilty. He had forced the current leader of voltron to join the party, to what was now obviously a trap.

No matter what he tried Lance just couldn't seem to get Keith's attention. He had all but tired himself out, the after effects of the drug still running through him, when he heard a magnetic click and the door in front of him opened. Blue eyes narrowed as he saw the female from before. She was dressed like what Lance would say was a nurse now but there was no mistaking the white eyes and that auburn hair.

“ You look well rested” Lance scowled at the sickly smile on the Servorai’s face. She reached out and traced her fingers over the curves of the blue paladin's face. He tried to shy away but the mixture of bindings and the small cell did not allow him much chance to avoid her touch. She traced the shape of his face from left to right, only stopping at Lance's right ear. A smirk was on her face that scared Lance, but what scared him more was the small gun that she pulled from nowhere and placed near his ear. No amount of squirming got him away from the pain that suddenly shot through him. It was sharp and quick but it still brought tears to his blue eyes. Lance now felt like there was something dangling from his ear.

“Don’t you worry Paladin of Blue~” The smirk remained as she pulled back slightly. She reached out and flicked at the tag now hanging from Lance’s ear “There are many wealthy buyers out there waiting for you” Standing she blew a kiss towards Lance before moving backwards. He tried to shout, ask questions, anything but it just came out as mumbles behind the gag.

“ Perhaps if you're lucky, the prince will be looking to complete his set. 1 out of 5 isn't as good as all the Paladins~” there was a laugh to her voice as the door shut in front of her, closing Lance off and isolating him once again. Only being able to watch as she entered Keith's room to the right, placing a yellow tag in his ear like the one Lance assumed was hanging in his.

1 out of 5…? Her words echoed around Lance's mind, she had said something before similar. A cold chill ran through Lance...had Shiro been captured like they had as well….

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[mamawrites]

Cold Dreams

Even in her dreams Mei felt the cold now. Along with the chill, it brought over her a sense of dread and fear. She never went anywhere without her arctic grade coat, the one that made her look that bit bigger than she actually was. She would have wore it to bed if she could but Jameson had told her that he would keep her warm. 

Mei had watched in fascination as she sat crossed legged in the center of her bed. Full woolen pyjamas covered her pale skin as she sat among the comfiness of her thick duvet and blankets. She had observed Jameson first taking off his peg leg which he assured her was all his own making, and then his arm. Leaving just the stumps on show, red and inflamed from the metal that constantly rubbed against them. The geologist had resisted the urge to reach out and trace her fingers over the flesh, Worried it may have ended up setting off some form.of PTSD or Phantom pains.

She wasn't sure how long ago it was that she had watched him get ready for bed. How long ago since he placed a kiss on her forehead telling her it would be okay? Shifting slightly Mei turned to the side watching Jameson sleep. Her eyes fixed on the raising and falling of his chest, listening for the small grunts and snores he made when he slept. His sleeping form rested close to her but unlike Mei he had thrown the covers from his body, showing off all the scars and permanent damage that had been done against such tanned hardened skin.

Cautiously the geologist reached out to trace across some of the more prominent markings across the Junkrats torso. Her pale fingers traced across a scar leading from his hip but she stopped half way. His usual warm body was cold to the touch. Mei’s heart was in her mouth as she swallowed slightly trying to push back her fear. She continued to trace the scar, the skin beneath her fingers getting colder and colder to the touch.

“Jamie…?” The name was a whisper from her lips as she withdrew her hand from him, scared she was making him colder. Her heart stopped when she looked at his face and saw the tinge of blue across his lips. She studied his body carefully, there was no grunt or snore. No form of him even breathing.

Her hands were shaking as she tried to reach out to him but she found she couldn't move. It was like she was frozen in place. Then in a blink of an eye she was back somewhere that haunted her. The cryo station at watchpoint Antarctica.  The glass in front of her face was frosted and hazed but she could just make out the figure in the pod opposite her. It was Jameson. She tried to move, find a way out of the pod but her body was betraying her. She felt like she wasn't only a prisoner in the pod but in her own body as well.

Tears trickled down her face, freezing against her delicate skin as she was forced to watch. Mei knew exactly what would happen next and as if on cue the flashing red light above Jameson's pod started up, warning of a critical failure. She couldn’t look away, couldn't close her eyes. It had happened most nights now, where she would have the nightmare of her cryopod becoming her living tomb.

“..Mei....?” This was new. Normally her dreams were silent but now it was taunting her. Using the australian voice to try and hurt her more. And it was working.

“Snowflake..?” It had been the sobbing that had woken Junkrat. He’d been having a nice dream of being on a beach back home with his treasure and his beautiful Snowflake in her swimwear. God that was a good dream, that was until Dream Mei had started crying and he realised his actual Mei was in tears. When he had woke he had found her balled up in all the covers, cocooning her up and away from him.

“Mei?” He shifted to try and get in the cocoon to at least see her face. Mei was shivering fiercely, trying to cling the covers to herself. When Jameson finally managed to get through the covers his heart sank. Her usually adorable face was scrunched up in fear and there was tears streaking all the way down her face from closed eyes.

Without hesitating Junkrat used his good arm and pulled her close against him entangling long and lost limbs around her.

“It's alright snowflake. I got ya” He whispered to her, slowly rubbing circles in her back with what was left of his right arm. Roadie had told him it was bad to wake someone from a nightmare...or was it sleepwalking? He couldn't remember but he didn't want to chance it. His resolve was set to hold his snowflake close and make her feel safe until she woke in the morning.

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[onesmolhurt]

I had a bad day…

[autumnrose40]

His snarl is fierce in the face of his captors. They pay him little mind asking the same questions over and over and OVER again, until Jack is snarling out, “If you think i’ll tell you anything, you haven’t been paying attention!”

The few people in the room look to each other before they all get up and step out, the door closing gentle behind them. Jack test the ropes around his wrist once more before the door to the room is opening again and in steps what he guesses is someone to beat information out of him now. Jack spits on the ground growling, “Do your worst!” His bloody teeth barred. When the man closes in on him and grabs a fistful of his hair yanking it back to make him look up at him Jack is still snarling and baring his teeth ready. He won’t go down without a fight.

When the goon brings a knife to his throat he still doesn’t lose the snarl showing no fear as he glares into the face of one of his captors. He gives him a deadly smirk, “Why are you hesitating? Afraid someone tied to a chair will kick your fucking ass?” He hisses out

When the goon presses the knife into his skin and makes three slices over his pecs he remains silent. When he gives him a few more cuts to his stomach he remains silent. When the goon has had enough with his silence and stabs the knife into his shoulder he groans in pain before he starts laughing darkly. “That the best you got asshole!?”

For the first time the goon looks pissed and when he goes for his next move Jack is ready with a headbutt to the man’s face sending him staggering back and falling over unconscious. Alarms start going off not a minute later followed by the door to his room getting kicked in.

When his husband stalks in ready to fight only to find no enemies he rushes over to Jack untying his hands before taking his face in his hands and making Jack look at him. “You with me sunshine?” Gabe ask worried and concerned.

Jack’s response is to smile cockily before replying, “What took you so long babe?”

@jaspurrlock @onesmolhurt

[mamawrites]

It was happening again. Gabriel really wished his dad wouldn't drink, especially this early in the morning when all the brunette wanted to do was get to work. Hearing the clattering of glasses and the heavy footsteps below him in the kitchen, all Gabriel could do was stare at the mirror he’d been getting himself ready in. The forest green polo top hung loosely off his slender frame and his short hair was fluffed in so many odd angles it would take a miracle to tame it. “Gabe!?!” His father's voice echoed through the walls. Raising a hand to his mouth Gabriel thought that maybe...just maybe if he was quiet his dad would think he’d already left for work. He tried to calm his heart that was racing its way towards an early grave, breathing slow and deep. He heard more movement below him but Gabirel couldn't help but jump and let out a slight inhuman noise as he heard the shattering of glass. “ Gaaaabriel Jenningssss! I know...I know you're...still in the hoouse” Gabe moved slowly back from the mirror, he could see how wide his own eyes were and the tears threatening to fall. His father was slurring his words which meant he hadn't started drinking this morning. No he hadn't stopped from last night and that scared the poor brunette. There was no way he could leave the house with his father like this. Moving quietly towards his bed where Gabe had left his phone faced down, he tried not to let any of the noises or shouting he heard get to him. Managing to pick up his handset, Gabe quickly found his works number. Green eyes stared at it, the 11 digits seemingly screaming at him to press call. His slender hands were shaking as he continued to take in what calling the number would mean. It meant he would have to fake a sick day and that could mean that all the trust he had built up so far will disappear and he’d be back to sweeping the floors on 4 hour shifts. Gabe knew he couldn't keep him and his dad in their home on the measly pay minimal shifts brought. A crashing outside his room brought the brunette out of his thoughts, his shaking fingers still hovering over the call button. Work was his escape from this. He needed to go. ---- This is a small piece I did to sort of release some emotions ive been feeling lately. Gabriel is my cute little Oc. Hes an in the closet gay boi who has a crush on his manager. He lives with just his dad who can be quite violent so Gabe feels like he cant come out to him at all. Most of the time he just feels lost and confused and i just needs protecting.

[mamawrites]

Hey guys. Im going to be off the radar for a bit. Dont worry all those who dropped me a request I still will be doing them. Im just not in the best place right now. Unfortunatly writing isnt at the forefront of my mind and even if i try to use it as a distraction, i become stuck and get more frustrated with myself. Im sorry if i have let anyone down, it wasnt my intention. Hopefully I'll be bqck to writing before anyone has a chance to miss me heh.

[beachbrat2204]

I’m super excited to introduce to everyone “Teacher’s Pet.” An original fiction by myself and @jaspurrlock (her amazing art above) 

 This is the story of Jasper (lined in orange) A soon to be junior at UCLA as he goes to a BDSM club for the first time and meets Master Sol (lined in blue.) Sol trains Jasper in Submission, but sadly they agree it is a one-time thing. As the new semester starts Jas can’t get that night with Master Sol out of his head and speak of the leather clad devil. Master Sol walks into Jasper’s Advanced French class as Prof. Soleil.

 Warning ⚠️ this is a heavy BDSM story about two gay men. 18+ only please! @jaspurrlock and I hope you all enjoy! Chapter One is posted with more to come soon! http://archiveofourown.org/works/10998795/chapters/24500160

[beachbrat2204]

I just posted Teacher’s Pet Chapter 2, Guys! I just wanted everyone to know. I had promised I would announce when it was ready! Thank you all for the crazy awesome love and support! Please let me know what you think. I am a little on the fence about the ending of this chapter. Special thanks to @jaspurrlock , @genesisovert , and @0rchidd for helping me edited!

[creativecreepie]

What do you mean this didn’t happen like this? 

[amezure]

PLEASE WATCH THIS, I DIDN’T EXPECT THAT IM CRYING OMG ALSKDJFKLAS AHHHHH THIS IS AMAZING

[mamawrites]

Keith’s heart was pounding hard and fast, he could almost hear it echoing along with his footsteps in the desolate room he now found himself.

“guess i really wasn’t suppose to go through that door” he could hear his own voice breaking as he looked up. His body felt a strange concoction of numb and agony. Fighting your way through 7 rooms of mamora fighters would do that to a human body.

As he looked forward towards the door in front of him, there was two doors? No just the one, it was his vision that was betraying him. His breathing was laboured and every step seemed to bring him closer to the floor. Finally his body gave in and Keith’s body fell to the floor without him even raising a hand to stop himself hitting the cold surface.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been on the floor but the cold surface almost numbing his aching limbs felt so inviting right now. Keith hadn’t opened his eyes just yet, the red paladin just needed this moment to regain himself, he didn’t know what lay beyond the next door. As he worked up the strength to open his eyes a shadow fell across him taking away the purple eerie glow of the lights. Looking up Keith tried to focus on the figure above him, he could just about make out the familiar outline of paladin armor. Blinking more came into view as the figure crouched beside him.

“Hey mullet, that was pretty impressive”

The males features soon came into focus, the dazzling blue of his eyes set back against tanned skin that made them shine brighter than they should have.

“Lance..?” his mind didn’t want to comprehend why the blue paladin was here. Instead he just accepted the fact he was as he took the outstretched hand of the cuban boy. The warmth from that single touch of hands seemed to spread throughout the pain wracked body of the red paladin as his violet eyes bet the blue of the taller male.

“they said you lasted longer than anyone...ever!” Keith was happy to see the smile on Lance's face as he spoke. It was almost enough to make Keith’s features change into his own smile until he saw the others smile fade. “... You’ve proved your point now you can give them the knife”

The red paladin shrunk back a bit holding his knife wielding hand close, what was Lance saying? Give them the knife...but that would defeat the purpose of him even trying to take their trials in the first place.

“ Keith...come on..”

“..w-what are you talking about…?” Keith was looking deep into the blue eyes of his fellow paladin, searching for something. Some small detail that would tell him that this wasn't his Lance. But it was, every detail of his screamed the loud mouthed, water loving Cuban boy he had fallen in love with.

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“Is that a hologram?” Shiro turned to the masked Galra beside him. There was worry written on his face as he had been watching the younger paladin since he first stepped into the trials. The Galra member of Marmora didn’t turn from the screen they had been watching which showed Keith’s progress.

“His suit has the ability to create a virtual mind scape, reflecting its wearers greatest hopes and fears and at this moment...” the voice behind the mask sounded so metallic and unnatural that it was hard to tell if he was human or machine. As the masked male continued to speak he finally turned away from the screen “...your friend desperately wants to see you”

Shiro followed the eyeline of the Galra to look to the other Paladin who had come with them to the Marmora base. His eyes were fixed on the screen, the brilliant blue not leaving Keith even for a fraction of a second. His hands were clenched so tightly that with every movement you could  hear the fabric rubbing against itself. Shiro wasn’t sure why Lance had insisted on coming along with them. At first he thought it was because he wanted to feel like he had done something, it was slowly becoming no secret to the Voltron leader that the blue paladin felt useless amongst the team. But gauging each reaction and simple body language from Lance, Shiro was starting to get the idea there was more to this than wanting a simple job well done.

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“Seriously...what is it with you and being reckless?” Keith watched the male in front of him shrug with his arms raised to the side, stopping them at his shoulder height. “It’s just a knife”

“Its not just a knife” Keiths grip tightened on the blade in his hand as he looked down at it. It was more than that, he thought lance knew this. “you know what it means to me...its finally a key to who i am, i just need to…”

“No Keith” the Red Paladin looked back to the tanned male before him,he looked visibly annoyed now. Keith would even go as far as to say Lance looked angry. It reminded him of a time which seemed so long ago now where every word from Lance was an insult. “ you know exactly who you are, and what you mean to me. You are a Paladin of Voltron and my Boyfriend, I’m all the family you need”

“...Lance…” The shorter paladin couldn't look the brunette in the eye so stared at the markings on the floor with their purple glow. Why did his heart feel so heavy like it was made from lead all of a sudden?“...I can't expect you to understand, you know who you are and where your from…” Keith finally looked up at his partner, determination filling his eyes but also sorrow. “...I have to do this.”

“No you don’t. So just give them the knife”

“I can't do that”

“Just give up the knife Keith! You’re only thinking of yourself again...and her...I thought you had changed…” There was anger in the cubans voice as he spoke and it caused Keith's heart to sink even further than he thought it could ever do. His fists clenched as he looked away from Lance, it hurt more to look into the deep pools of blue or to see that tan that swept across his body. Closing his eyes the red paladin took a breath, trying to regain some form of self composure before he broke at the others words.

“I’ve made my choice” Keith’s words were quiet, mainly to hide the flicker of emotion that had arose in him. He couldn't place his finger on what it was. Sorrow? Betrayal? No it was more like regret.

“then...i guess you’ve chosen to be alone…” Lance spoke before turning on his heel and making his way as far from Keith as he could. Hearing the footsteps the red paladin looked up, his eyes widening as he saw the figure in blue and white walk away from him.

“l-lance..!” He called after him but the other paladin continued as if he hadn't heard him. “Lance, please!” Keith knew he couldn't do it alone, he needed his love. The lanky boy from the blue lion. The flirt. The sharpshooter. His idiot…

He followed after Lance, almost throwing the blade but it seemed stuck to his grip now “Wait! Lance!” Keith wasn't sure if his sight was going again as his vision started to become fuzzy as he ran. He hadn't even comprehended when his eyes had started to gloss over with tears or that he even had started to cry. “Please don't leave me..” He was almost there, if he stretched his arm a little more the red paladin was sure he could pull the other back and into his arms. Instead his fingers barely brushed against the war torn armor,it wasn't enough to get a hold of the material and pull him close. Lance just carried on walking straight into the bright light that engulfed him and burned brighter now that Lance had become apart of it. Keith shielded his eyes, only to find he was somewhere else when he moved his arm away.

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“Then...i guess you’ve chosen to be alone…” Lance’s fists curled tighter at the words.It was his voice but not his words. They were playing with Keith’s head, twisting, making things seem real that wasn’t. The blue paladin’s heart was racing, he wanted to look away from the screen but he was scared of what would happen if he did. If he looked away would Keith still be there? Would he just turn and leave believing the worst of the blue paladin. “l-lance..!....lance, please!” Blue eyes went wide before he finally plucked up the courage to look away, he couldn’t bare to see the heartbreak or the tears that had started to form in the shorter male’s eyes. The floor below him didn’t offer any comfort as he stared at it, there was no scuff marks or dents, just a smooth polished surface so there was nothing to actually stare at.

“Wait! Lance!....” Why did Keith’s voice sound so distant all of a sudden? Lance closed his eyes, trying to find the answer and when he did it disturbed him. It was like a cloud of fog had surrounded his heart and his head, it was hard to see and hard to move through it all. He was becoming numb. Numb to the idea that Keith was going to leave, and when he did it would be all the Mamora’s fault. “Please don't leave me..” His eyes snapped open hearing the words, and his head shot up to the screen. Keith was….chasing after him? “Shiro…” His voice cracked as Lance tried to speak, he had remained silent for so long now but he couldn’t any more “...Shiro make them stop” He wasn’t sure that their leader had heard them with how quiet his voice was behind the helmet but sure enough Shiro turned to him. Their eyes locked for only the briefest of seconds but Lance was sure Shiro knew, The black paladins eyes went from wide with worry to narrowed in determination, “You need to get him out of there” Shiro had turned back to the masked Galra beside him as Lance turned back to the screen. Keith was on the floor now, the blue paladin didn’t remember seeing the other go down but there he was. His face looking more troubled with every second that went by. The fog had cleared and Lance’s heart was sinking further and further. “He can decide when to leave” “You’re messing with his mind, You’re going to kill him!” Lance let out a strange noise at his leader’s words, that thankfully no one heard. Why had Shiro said that. It was one of the last things that had come to the cuban boy’s mind but now that it was staring him in the face it was true. It was something that could kill his boyfriend. “Knowledge or Death Shiro” That cold metallic voice cut through the air and through Lance’s thoughts. It was something they had kept saying over and over and only now did Lance get the gravity of the words. Death. No he couldn’t...he wouldn’t let that happen to Keith. “No…!” the blue paladin didn’t think as he started for the doors, not even looking to Shiro. He would take whatever lecture was to come later but for now he needed to stop this. He was moving with determination back through the room towards the door that led to Keith when two Marmora fighters stood in his way, one was the big guy who had earlier threatened his boyfriend. “Move, I’m going to stop this!” He looked up at the much taller males than him, normally he may have backed down but Keith needed him. After a moment of no one moving Lance frowned deeply and tried to push his way past only for the smaller of the two grab his wrist and in a quick movement thrusted it behind him and up his back. A small grunt escaped Lance’s lips, it wasn’t painful but with every move he tried to make to get out of the grasp it tightened. “Lance!” The blue paladin looked up to see the worried Shiro making his way to him, only to have two of the Marmora’s members come up either side of him, not restraining him in a harsh a way as Lance but they were certainly intent on making sure he didn’t move either.

[jaspurrlock]

Coran: Lance, what's an orgasm? Lance, pointedly looking at Shiro who he recently got in a fight with: I don't know, I've never had one. Shiro, choking in the background: LANCE

oH MY GOD LANCE IS THE PETTIEST BITCH AHSDJKFHUIAWEKFSD AHAHAHAH I LIVE FOR THIS. XD

[onimi18]

XD

[bbb35]

Done by @lotolle God blesss her :DAnd tomorrow, I’ll write a fanfic, where Lance and Shiro make up :)Props to @fayereader for inspiring this :D

@onimi18 @mistlethace @ballpointpencil

[onimi18]

XD

[mamawrites]

So I was asked by @bbb35 to write the continuation of this little comic, hope you enjoy ^^ I put it under the cut to stop the post being hella long ^^’’ 

The argument that had started it all lay forgotten now, as Shiro stared at the paladin who still stood with Coran. Slender arms crossed blue armour and Lance’s head was turned so that he couldn’t see the look of almost betrayal on Shiro’s face. The older paladin couldn’t believe he had heard those words even leave such beautiful lips. Such a thing shouldn’t have affected him in such a way. He knew Lance was still angry and upset with him and was prone to thinking without speaking but this felt all too much.

 Shiro hesitated before he turned on his heel, his heart wanting to give Lance a chance to say something. But when another word wasn’t spoken between any of them the black paladin felt he had to leave. He wasn’t sure where he was walking, just that he needed to be away from Lance right now. He let his feet guide him, he pretty much knew the castle layout now so there was no chance of getting lost, other than in his thoughts.

 “I don’t know, I’ve never had one”   With nothing to distract him from them in the silence of the halls the last words he heard from Lance echoed in his mind. Was it true? Was he such an inadequate lover that Lance had faked everything? Shiro wanted to ignore the dull ache in his chest that had slowly been growing but he couldn’t shake it. What if Lance was faking other things like laughing at his jokes, or even lying about the fact he enjoyed spending time with him. Stopping, the black paladin turned and pressed his forehead against the cool surface of the wall, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to subdue all the negative ideas. He just needed to block everything out, and breath.

 “S-shiro…?” The black paladin wasn’t sure how long he had stood with his head against the wall now but he did feel stiff. Too Stiff to move when he heard Lance speak his name. Too achy to move away when a hand was hesitantly placed on his shoulder. But Shiro tried anyway, his hands coming up against the wall and pushing himself away. He turned to Lance with a small forced smile, he needed to pretend everything was okay again but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the guilt that danced in the blue eyes of the cuban before him. Now he definitely had to push his worries aside, Lance was hurting and Shiro needed...no wanted, to fix it. “Lance? What’s wrong?” Shiro slowly raised his human hand and brushed against the side of Lance’s face softly before brushing brunette hair back. The blue paladin leaned into the touch slightly, tilting his head and closing his eyes. He brought his own hand to rest on Shiro’s, his skin looking more tanned in comparison to the black paladins. He moved the pale hand closer to his lips and started kissing at the roughened skin of the voltron leader. The small action caused Shiro to tilt his head slightly, his brows knoting in slight confusion of what Lance was doing, as every inch of his skin was touched by such soft lips.

 Once every part of his hand had been kissed, Shiro was pulled forward and against Lance who quickly wrapped his arms around the broad frame of his leader, holding him close. “I’m sorry” The words were just a whisper but Shiro could hear them loud and clear and was soon wrapping his own arms around Lance, one hand resting against his back and the other stroking the soft brown locks. “You don’t need to be sorry” Shiro softened his voice to just a whisper as he stood there holding his lover close and stroking his hair. “ You don’t have anything to be sorry for” “Yes i do!” Lance pushed himself away from the hug to look Shiro in the eye. Guilty blue meeting shocked grey as they stared into each other’s eyes. “You totally give me so many orgasms that I’m surprised my face isn't’ permanently stuck like that O face emoji or that my eyes aren’t permanently rolled back so I can only see where I’ve been…” Shiro tried to suppress his laughter as the other spoke but a small chuckle managed to escape his lips. This was one of the things he loved about Lance, no matter the situation he could bring light to it and change the whole mood in just a few short words. Shiro watched the other’s features as Lance rambled on, something about Shiro’s orgasms being out of this world, pun fully intended Shiro was sure. Even as he rambled Lance was so emotive, just with his facial features alone from the way his eyebrows arched all the way down to the way he would form his words with those soft lips. Grey eyes stayed focussed on the movement of Lance’s lips until in a swift moment, Shiro’s own lips were pressed against them causing the blue paladin to lose all sense of words.

 “I’m sorry” Shiro pulled back slightly from the kiss, leaving his face barely inches from his lovers. He paused for a moment before starting to kiss all over Lance’s face.“ If i hadn’t of argued with you and upset you, you wouldn’t have said it”  His words came between kisses that littered the soft tanned skin. From Lance’s cheeks to his forehead and back down before then trailing to that long slender neck of his. A small groan coming from cuban lips as Shiro spent a slight bit longer kissing the nape of the tanned neck. “ I understand where you were...ahhh” Shiro nipped at the skin of his neck, smirking slightly at the sounds he was making Lance make. “...coming from. You were just hnnghh~....” The leader of voltron started kissing up the other paladins neck again, nipping at the skin as he made his way to whisper in Lance’s ear. “ Want to go see if we can get you to make those faces again~” An enthusiastic nod came from Lance as his fingers found Shiro’s and intertwined between them. Shiro couldn’t help but smirk and squeeze at the hand now in his before leading Lance to his room, fully intent on having make up sex with his boyfriend even though the original reason they were mad at each other was lost in the space dust.

[beachbrat2204]

I’m super excited to introduce to everyone “Teacher’s Pet.” An original fiction by myself and @jaspurrlock (her amazing art above) 

 This is the story of Jasper (lined in orange) A soon to be junior at UCLA as he goes to a BDSM club for the first time and meets Master Sol (lined in blue.) Sol trains Jasper in Submission, but sadly they agree it is a one-time thing. As the new semester starts Jas can’t get that night with Master Sol out of his head and speak of the leather clad devil. Master Sol walks into Jasper’s Advanced French class as Prof. Soleil.

 Warning ⚠️ this is a heavy BDSM story about two gay men. 18+ only please! @jaspurrlock and I hope you all enjoy! Chapter One is posted with more to come soon! http://archiveofourown.org/works/10998795/chapters/24500160

[mamawrites]

Guys! I read this an holy...i wish i could write smutt like she does! Go read and go support this amazing writer! She deserves all your loves too!