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You’re jolted awake from a deep sleep by the sound of someone screaming.
Heart pounding frantically, you sit upright and turn to the man sleeping beside you. Shiro is wrapped in the bedsheet, his face pale and sweaty as he tosses and writhes. Another pained noise escapes his mouth, though luckily it’s not as loud and panic-inducing as his first cry.
“Shiro!” You carefully grab his shoulder and shake him. “Wake up!”
He groans and tries to pull away from you, eyes still closed as he battles demons of his subconscious. But with your repeated efforts, he eventually opens his eyes with a gasp.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you tell him. His eyes are wide and he stares straight ahead; you’re sure he’s not seeing the walls of your bedroom, the faint glow of the nightlight. He’s back in the prison or the arena or the medical torture chamber, reliving his worst nightmares.
“Shiro?” You don’t want to startle him, but the look of incomprehension and terror on his face is breaking your heart. Slowly you rest a gentle hand on his arm; nevertheless he flinches at the touch, but at least when he looks at you his eyes are focused.
“It’s all right. It was only a dream.” Your thumb rubs soothing circles against his skin. “You’re here with me. You’re safe.”
“Safe.” He barely breathes the word.
The next instant, there are tears running down his face and he pulls you to him, pressing his face against your shoulder as silent sobs shake his very core.
“It’s all right, Shiro. Sweetheart. Love. It’s all over now. You survived. You’re free.”
But all the comforting words in the world won’t stop the hurt that has already been done to him. Even his arms, shaking as he clings to you, remind you both of what he’s been through. Physical scars are hard enough to heal; mental ones are even longer lasting.
You wrap your arms around Shiro and rest your head atop his. He needs to cry and release all the pent up fear and pain that he tries so hard to hide from the others. Here in your bed he’s safe to be just Shiro -- not the Black Paladin, not a star pilot, not the invincible leader of Voltron. Just Shiro, just a lonely human far from home, desperate for someone to be gentle with him.
You press a kiss against his undercut and nuzzle closer to him.
“I’m sorry,” he says at last, voice still wet. He reluctantly pulls away from you and sits up, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “Didn’t mean to wake you like this.”
“Don’t,” you admonish. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I just wish...I wish there was more I could do to help. But all the love in the universe won’t undo the past.” You sigh sadly and reach out for him again.
Shiro takes your hand and holds it gently. “You do enough for me. Please believe it. Waking up like this -- if I was alone, without you, I’d be so scared and lost. But you’re always here to wake me up from the nightmares and guide me back to reality, and you never complain about lost sleep or anything else. I’m so glad to have you with me.” He gives you a smile, small and trembling, but genuine.
You squeeze his hand. “I want to help you; that’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’m glad that you trust me enough to let me try and help.” It can’t be easy for him, letting someone see him so vulnerable, and you treasure the amount of love that he must have for you.
“I wouldn’t have anyone else,” he answers. “You’re the guiding light that shows me the way back to who I want to be.”
“And you’re the reason that I’ve shone so brightly, since the very first kiss.” You touch his face with your free hand, tracing the tear tracks, skating across his scar, finally cupping his jaw and pulling him toward you.
“Thank you for always being here,” he murmurs in the moment before your lips touch. The kiss is slow and sweet, tender and reassuring.
Shiro sighs when you pull away, but you can see the exhaustion creeping into his expression.
“It’s only a little after midnight,” you say, glancing at the clock. “Do you feel like trying to sleep again? Or is there something else?”
“I’ll sleep.” He looks apprehensive at the thought, but he’s too tired for anything else. He lies down again, on his side facing you. “Could you...hold my hand?”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. You lie down facing him, so close you can touch foreheads and share each other’s quiet breaths. Taking his left hand in both of yours, you bring it up to your mouth and graze a kiss along the knuckles.
“Go to sleep,” you tell him. “I’ll be here when you wake up. Promise.”
His eyelids flutter and slowly, slowly his breathing evens out into a steady rhythm. His face relaxes and you press your lips to his forehead.
“Sweet dreams, my love. I’ll never leave your side.”
can i request a shiro/ reader (s/h pronouns) with the prompt/ senario "we've been best friends since pre school but ever since college we've drifted apart, until someone spilled that you're in love with me, guess what so am i", (tldr any kind of best friends to lovers with mutual pining lol) Btw thank you for the Valentine, it nearly made me cry haha ❤❤
You always thought Shiro would invite you to high school prom.
You and he had been dancing around each other for months – years, really – but neither one of you had ever taken the final step and asked the other out. Still, in the days coming up to prom, you waited and hoped. Turned down every boy who asked you out, in the hopes of that one special invitation.
But it never came.
Shiro stayed home the night of prom, working on his science fair project. You stayed home too, curled up crying under your blankets, frustrated at the feeling you didn’t dare put a name to.
—
As it turned out, you both ended up at the same college together. Even had a few classes in common. Although Shiro was his friendly, personable self, and you spent more than one late night studying in the library with him, you never were more than friends. Maybe not even that much, really, as Shiro’s course load took its toll and you saw less and less of him as the semesters dragged on.
It’s for the best, you told yourself. Just a high school crush, nothing more. He’d moved on and so should you.
Eventually, over the course of college years, you sort of lost touch with Shiro. His classes took up more and more of his time, and as your majors diverged, you stopped having classes together. He had his own life and you had yours.
You hadn’t even seen him or talked to him in months but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to delete his number from your phone. Just in case, you tell yourself. Just in case you want to reconnect.
—
A couple of years later, you have a nice job and a little apartment and two cats that greet you when you come home. A perfect life, save for one thing.
You keep trying to forget Shiro and move on; find someone else to date and be happy with. But on your fridge there’s a faded photo of you and Shiro. Somewhere buried in your phone, you still have all the messages you send back and forth. And in your mind you know, you know that no one can truly replace him in your heart.
—
You’re hanging out with your friend Allura when she mentions having seen Shiro recently. Your heart shouldn’t skip a beat the way it does, but you can’t stop yourself from quickly asking, “He’s still living around here? I thought he would have moved on to bigger and better things.”
“As if!” Allura laughs. “From what I understand, he’s got some pretty strong ties to the past here and he doesn’t want to let them go.”
“Really? I thought his family is all in Japan?”
“It’s not family that’s making him stay here. I’m supposed to keep it quiet but…” she glances around even though there’s no one to overhear, “it involves you.”
“Me?” Your mind reels.What could Shiro possibly want from you? You hadn’t even seen him in ages!
“As far as he’s concerned, you’re the one who got away. And he’s still kicking himself for letting you go.”
“But why– He– What–” you splutter, too shocked to make coherent sentences out of all your flying thoughts.
“He thinks you don’t want him, after the way you drifted apart and never found each other again. And now he’s too scared to ask you out, in case you say no!”
You swallow, open your mouth to speak, and shut it again without finding any words. “Shiro’s… been in love with me this whole time?”
Allura nods but her face grown solemn. “Please don’t tell him I told you. And please don’t take this lightly – you mean the world to him.”
“I’m not taking it lightly,” you assure her. “I’m just stunned, is all. I–I love him too. I’ve loved him ever since we first met way back in preschool and it’s only grown since then. I just never knew he felt the same way!”
“Well, you’re welcome.” She smiles. “So...I’m supposed to meet him tonight to try out a new restaurant on the other side of town. I wouldn’t be too opposed to it if you happened to show up and take my place.”
“Really?” Your eyes grow wide. You can’t imagine seeing Shiro again after so long.
“Really! So go on, go pick out a nice dress and pull yourself together! You’ve got a fairytale prince waiting for you tonight.”
You blush and nod, and can’t think of anything to say. Maybe dreams do come true after all. And your many years of pining and waiting are about to come to an end!
hey guys, so my tablet cord is fraying pretty badly and I need to get a new one before it dies completely. so does anyone want an icon commission? full color + cell shading + simple background, 1 kofi per character
I’d also be happy to do customized writing commissions too!! Like if you want to give me a specific OC to work with, instead of a standard x reader format.
Hello! :) I really love your work, the way you wrote is so captivating, and I was wondering if you would be able to write Shiro (w/ other Paladins if you're willing) With Reader/future S/O who is very short. Like even smaller than Pidge. The impression she gives is really kind and soft, to the point where people jockingly call her an angel. She's pretty shy and awkward, a little clumsy too so they try to keep her as far away from danger as possible- (1/2)
• ngl Shiro’s first impression of you, when he very first caught sight of you in the space mall, was that you were a lost child
• so he came over to you, ready to introduce himself and help you find your parents, but he quickly realized his mistake once he saw your face. His protective instincts toward you are still really strong, but he knows you’re an adult and treats you like one.
• when you were introduced to the rest of the team, there was a bit of teasing at first but you settled in to the Castle happily. Pidge was secretly glad she wasn’t the smallest any more, but if anyone made too many jokes at your expense she was the first one to yell “shortness solidarity!” and take them down
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••• specific stuff for when you’re dating Shiro:
• he loves to pick you up and hug you. You’re brushing your teeth and he’ll sneak up and cuddle you from behind. You’re baking cookies with Hunk in the kitchen, and Shiro will pick you up, spin you around, and set you down gently again. It’s a common sight on the Castle for the other paladins to see him walking down the corridor with you in his arms or perched on his shoulders
• you have a feeling Shiro holds back when he bear hugs you, and every time he’s done he asks if he was squeezing too hard. It’s adorable the way he treats you like you’re made of china, but every once in a while you ask him to hug you as hard as he can bc both of you need a good squeeze from time to time
• also he’s super careful when you share a bed with him – if he rolled over on you during the night, he probably wouldn’t squish you but he doesn’t want to take that chance
—-
• one day a group of Galra drones managed to sneak on board the Castle whiel the scanners were down for maintenance. You and Shiro were watching a movie in your room when the alarm went off and Allura shouted for everyone to arm themselves
• Shiro jumped up immediately, but put a hand on your shoulder when you tried to follow him out the door.
“Stay here, you’ll be much safer. Just keep the door locked until it’s all clear. Okay?” Then he kissed you on the forehead and raced off to defend the Castle.
Hide behind a locked door and let everyone else do all the work? No way!
You waited until Shiro was out of sight before heading to the armory and grabbing a chestplate, helmet, and gun. You weren’t some child needing to be protected, dammit! You were a member of this team as much as anyone else!
• When you got to the scene of the action, Keith and Pidge were pinned under fire by half a dozen Galra. Shiro was wrestling with another invader, and Hunk was trying to emergency shut off the airlock so no more troops could come aboard. Things looked to be going okay until another squad of Galra came around the corner, weapons aimed and ready, and that’s when all hell broke loose.
From the viewpoint of everyone else, all they saw was a small murderous blur racing out of the shadows and flinging itself at the approaching troops. The Galra went down like they’d been hit by a tornado -- their guns went one way, they went another with dented helmets and broken armor. The soldiers fighting Keith and Pidge tried to turn and defend themselves, but they weren’t fast enough and ended up joining their comrades in a heap in the corner.
By the time all the enemies were knocked out, the whole team of paladins had their jaws on the floor as they realized that you were the one who’d done it.
“Y/N?!” Shiro gasped. He blinked at you for a moment in total shock. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “I didn’t want to leave you guys to fight on your own! Are you all okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner --”
“We’re all fine. No one’s hurt!” Pidge pipes up. “But what about you? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
You wipe your face with the back of your hand and realize that she’s right; tears are rolling down your cheeks and now that he fight’s over, you can’t seem to control yourself.
“I got so worried for all of you. You’re my best friends and I love you, and I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt...” You sniffle and rub your eyes.
“Hey there, it’s all right. We’re fine and you kinda singlehandedly saved the day.” Shiro puts a hand on your head and pulls you into his chest, where he can envelop you in a warm, safe hug. “If I’d had any idea you could fight like that, I never would have asked you to stay behind. And I’m glad you’re safe too, in the end.”
“Me too.” You wrap your arms as far around him as you can reach, and give him the strongest hug you can.
• epilogue: after all the Galra are taken care of, Shiro calls you and the others up to the training deck.
“I think it’s time we learn some new fighting techniques,” he says. “Today, we’re going to have a new instructor show us the best way to knock an enemy right off their feet. Y/N, the floor is yours!”
what about an angsty ish imagine (happy ending tho lol) where reader and shiro are (pining) friends with benefits but she gets knocked up or something nd is like o damn. maybe with a lil nsfw ?
• Being FWB was originally your idea – it was a way of getting close to Shiro without tying either of you down to one person
• It was also maybe a bit of a crush on your part. You were pretty sure that he wasn’t interested in you romantically, so this was a good way to live out your fantasies with him – at least it was better than asking him out and having him say no to your face
• But it wasn’t long at all before your blooming crush turned into desperate desire and you found yourself spending more and more time persuading Shiro into bed with you
• Of course it wasn’t too hard to do that because, unknown to you, he harbored the same feelings and the same insecurities. And just like you, he hid it all behind the facade of being “nothing more than friends”
• The one problem with your relationship with Shiro was that you couldn’t say no to him. Couldn’t say no when he pulled you into bed. Couldn’t say no when he looked at you with sappy eyes and begged not to use a condom. Couldn’t pull yourself away out of his arms to go find your Plan B pill.
• and then you forgot about it
• forgot for two weeks until your period should’ve been there and wasn’t
• You checked and rechecked your calendar, then went and bought a pregnancy test just to make sure. Yep, your suspicions were confirmed. You officially had a bun in the oven.
• Now how to break the news to Shiro? You could try hiding it from him, but he’d be sure to notice how you were drawing away, and you didn’t want to worry him. Plus he had a right to know, didn’t he?
• and... here is the prompt where you reveal the big news to Shiro :D
Hello hello everyone, so sorry for going quiet for so long! I’ve found a job that pays well but leaves me exhausted at the end of the day, and tbh I’ve been putting my remaining energy into working on my art. But I haven’t abandoned this blog!! I’m going to make a mid-year’s resolution to work on answering asks more reliably, maybe one or two prompts a week. It may not be much, but I’d rather ease myself back into writing instead of burning out. I’m really looking forward to interacting with you guys again!
shiro/ reader imagine where they have to share a bed for some reason and shiro has a dream (nsfw ;) ) about her and like awkward boners and mutual pining and smut ??
[[ 18+ readers only please! ]]
• You and Shiro are co-workers in a fairly big company. It’s your job, as the HR representatives, to go to prospective buyers and try to get them interested in your company’s products. One month, you and Shiro were both scheduled to fly out to a big meeting, but somewhere along the line the travel plans got a little scrambled…
• … leading to where you both are right now. Somehow two separate hotel room reservations had gotten garbled into a single room with a king-sized bed. No big deal, you’d thought last night. The bed was the size of a continent – Shiro would sleep on one side, you on the other, and there would still be plenty of space between you. Your friendship with him would stay safely, strictly professional.
• Except that Shiro is apparently a cuddler when he’s asleep, and he’s currently wrapped around your body, spooning you from behind.
• Which, again, not that big a deal. You’ll just squirm your way free and you two can laugh about it over morning coffee.
• but then Shiro says your name. No, not says. He moans it.
Breath catching in your throat, you twist yourself around to glimpse his relaxed expression. Definitely still asleep. But just as you are able to convince yourself that you misheard a snore as your name, he does it again. Still in that sleepy tone, clearly not conscious of where he is or what he’s doing. This time, the moan is accompanied by a not-so-subtle jolt of his hips.
A hard shape presses into the back of your thigh with his movement.
You really ought to get out of bed right now. Even if he wakes up, it will be less awkward overall than if you stay here and let him hump your thigh.
But a whisper of lust crosses your mind: when else are you going to be in bed with Shiro? You’d been pining after him since the first day you met but he’d never shown any real interest in you. This will probably be the closest you ever get to him, physically. Might as well enjoy it. And if he does wake up, then you can always feign sleep and he’ll be none the wiser that you were secretly reveling in every push of his hips, every unsteady breath against your neck.
• As far as wet dreams go, Shiro must be having an exceptionally good one. His arm finds its way around your waist and you couldn’t escape if you wanted to. His breath is hot, panting against your ear, and his occasional moans have turned into a steady stream of grunts and lewd noises. Against your ass, his thrusts have turned hard and desperate.
“Y/N,” he groans again, and you can’t stop yourself any more.
Letting go of your inhibitions, you meet his next thrust with eagerness. Shiro groans and clutches you tighter – apparently he liked that a lot. So you do it again and again, urging him higher even as heat coils tightly between your legs.
Any moment now, Shiro’s going to cum. You’re sure of it, even though you’ve never seen him orgasm before. But from the way his hips are slamming against your ass with almost bruising force, it can only be a matter of a few more thrusts… almost there… almost!
Shiro goes dead still, his cock pressed up against your ass.
“Oh no,” he whispers, shame and horror and utter mortification twisted in his voice.
You lie still as he pulls himself away from you and retreats to the far side of the bed. Should you keep pretending to sleep? Or should you seduce your way back into Shiro’s heated embrace?
Before your lust-addled mind can come to a decision, Shiro stands up, grabs his day clothes, and hurries into the tiny bathroom. You bite your lip in disappointment, but the regret doesn’t last long. The bathroom door is thin, and if you listen carefully you can hear Shiro’s groans of pleasure starting up again.
The thought of him jerking off in the next room is so hot that you can’t stop your hand from sneaking its way into your panties and rubbing at your clit. Within moments, both you and Shiro are teetering on the edge of orgasm again. His shuddering moan of relief drowns out your own noises as you both cum simultaneously.
By the time Shiro gets cleaned up and dressed and exits the bathroom, you’re just sitting up in bed, rubbing your eyes and yawning dramatically.
“Sleep well?” you ask slyly.
Shiro turns his red face away and studies the room service menu propped next to the tv. “Yes. Very well.”
“Have any good dreams?”
You see him freeze, caught in the sudden fear that you know what he was doing.
“Maybe.”
It’s better not to push your luck any farther. But at least Shiro didn’t seem to mind too much that he woke up with you in his arms, and he didn’t deny that it was a pleasant dream when he was moaning your name.
Maybe you can bribe your travel agent to screw up the hotel rooms more often in the future.
Hey! I really love your blog, I’m a sucker for your prompts 🤣😻 would you be comfortable writing about a fem!reader who is dying (idk of what, either terminal sickness or she’s been shot in battle) and Shiro has to say goodbye and all and when he thinks it’s over and she’s dead, there is a miracle happening and she’s alive and is going to recover with time? Thank youuuu ❤️
“I’ll find a cure, I promise! Just hang on a little longer,” Shiro pleads. He’s not crying but his eyes are red-rimmed, his mouth a trembling line.
“I’ll do my best,” you manage to whisper. It takes all your strength just to say those few words. Your breathing is so shallow that even the oxygen mask strapped to your face hardly helps.
Shiro bites his lip and looks away. He knows as well as you that your time is limited, and the chance of the team finding a cure is very slim.
You and the paladins had been exploring a jungle planet when you stumbled across a snake-like creature that had immediately attacked you. Its fangs were long enough to pierce through your armor suit and even though Shiro had come to the rescue quickly, slicing the creature in half with his prosthetic hand, he hadn’t been fast enough.
The venom is now running its way through your bloodstream, slowly paralyzing your body and shutting down your organs one by one.
And there’s nothing anyone can do to save you.
—-
Fuzzy shapes seem to slowly spin overhead. You recognize the blue lights and white walls of the Castle’s infirmary, but it feels a million miles away. In fact, everything feels so far away. Even your body is floating disconnectedly from your surroundings. You think you can feel the softness of a mattress beneath you but it’s like being in a dream. Any moment now, your mind will drift on to the next scene. You hope it’s a nice dream – maybe Shiro will be there?
But as your hearing fades in and out of existence, you realize that Shiro is already there. He’s calling your name over and over, his voice so broken that you hardly recognize it.
“Y/N, don’t leave! I have so much left to tell you.” He inhales sharply, chokes on a sob, and buries his head against your side.
This isn’t a dream. This is real, and you’re dying. As easy as it would be to let yourself slip away on the tide of gentle sleep, you can’t do that to Shiro. You have to at least say goodbye; say one last time that you love him. Say that you’re sorry you couldn’t spend the rest of your life with him like you’d hoped.
“Shiro.” You slur his name.
He picks his head up immediately, leaning in closer to your bedside. “Y/N. Please.”
His pleading tone breaks your heart, as does the reverently tender way he clasps your hand in both of his. You never want to leave him -- especially not like this, when you can’t even imagine the anguish and guilt that he’ll drown in when you’re gone. You love him so much that watching him suffer is more painful than the poison inside your blood.
“I’m so sorry,” you gasp. “I love you, Shiro. ...Please don’t cry.”
Your voice breaks on the last sentence as tears finally start to fall down Shiro’s cheeks. He knows this is goodbye.
Weakly, you raise your hand to your face and push the oxygen mask aside. Your breathing is slow and painful, but there’s something you need to do.
Shiro seems to sense your intentions because he doesn’t push the mask back on you. Instead, he cups your face in both of his hands, as gently as he might cradle a bird with broken wings.
You force a smile onto your face even as the light fades from your eyes.
“Goodbye, Shiro.” Your lips form the words but no sound comes out.
He closes his eyes, tears falling like rain, and nods bitterly. “Goodbye, Y/N. I... I love you.”
His mouth crumples up and his hands on your skin start to shake. You’d do anything you could to comfort him, but the next breath never fills your lungs. Fixing your eyes on your beloved’s face, you drift away into the darkness of death.
---
Someone is holding you. Someone is holding you, their body warm and vibrating against yours, and desperate kisses are being pressed to your face, your neck, your hands.
“Sh’ro?” you mutter sleepily.
“Yes! Yes, it’s me. Y/N, you’re back! You came back to me!”
Huh? What’s going on?
You gather the energy to pry open your eyes and the first thing you see is Shiro. His face is wet from recent tears, but his radiant smile proves that the tears were born of uncontainable joy, not sorrow.
Beyond Shiro stretches an unfamiliar landscape of unbroken space, swirling nebulae, sprinklings of glittering stars.
“What happened?” The last thing you remember is dying in pain. This doesn’t look much like what you expected the afterlife to be.
“Black saved you. Your body died, but the lion managed to protect your soul here, in the astral plane. I need to find a way to bring you fully back to life, but for now, this is enough.” Shiro squeezes your hand to reassure himself of your solidity. Outside of the astral realm, you don’t have a physical form now that your body is dead. But in here, this safe, secret place for only you and Shiro, you’re alive and well.
“Thank you, Black.” You close your eyes and feel the great lion echo gratitude and kindness in your mind.
When you reopen your eyes, Shiro is still holding you, staring at your face like he can’t believe you’re real.
You reach up and touch his cheek to reassure him; he clasps your hand in his and presses it to his face.
“I love you,” he whispers. The same words that you thought you’d imagined as you were fading away, now fall like crystals from his mouth.
Without giving yourself a moment to hesitate, you pull yourself up in his embrace and press your lips against his in a tender, sweet kiss.
There are so many kisses you want to give him. So many words you want to say. And you’re going to make sure you don’t take for granted this second chance you were given with the man you love.
How about kindergarten teacher!Shiro x male S/O who’s vice-chairman of a huge company, and is expected to become chairman soon (due to the chairman being his elderly grandfather)? S/O is also a single dad to a lovely 6yo daughter who Shiro teaches. S/O utterly adores her and is gentle to her but is so busy. He’s also very cold, stern, aloof and distant to everyone else (especially his admirers) due to his wife dying, and is afraid to love again and afraid that people only want to use him.
• Shiro’s first impression of you is through your daughter, Alice, who lovingly calls you Papa and looks forward to you picking her up at the end of each day
• He figures you must be a kind man to have the love of such an angelic little girl, and he can’t wait to meet you -- but when he does, he’s taken aback by your aloofness and brusque “thanks” as you scoop up Alice and head right back out the door
• Shiro’s a bit miffed but he refuses to let his first impressions color his interactions with Alice. She’s a bright student and Shiro does all he can to foster her love of learning and encourage her to share her talents with the class.
• In the meantime, your first impression of Shiro is through the stories Alice tells whenever you ask her how class was. It seems she can’t get enough of Shiro, babbling on about how he helped with her assignments and took the class on a cool field trip and he even gave her a picture book about the solar system
• Over the next several months, you take the time to be polite to the man who’s schooling your daughter -- it’s only proper, after all. It’s not like you enjoy the way his face lights up when you say good morning, or the way you can catch him smiling fondly at Alice as she waves goodbye at the end of the day.
• For the first time, you find yourself cutting business conferences short so you can go to parent-teacher meetings. Quarterly presentations take a back seat to kindergarten science fairs. Your wall of diplomas and awards gets crammed with crayon drawings and Alice’s straight-A report cards.
• Through it all, you know you’ve got one person to thank for all of this
• Maybe it’s just proper. Maybe it’s just a way of saying thank you. Or maybe it’s more than that, as you fiddle with your tie and look at your watch. Any moment now the bell is going to ring and class will be over for the day. You’ll pick up Alice, tell Shiro thank you, and then -- if your heart will let you -- you’re going to ask him to over to dinner at your house.
• Of course Shiro says yes, and many months from now Alice will be happy to announce that she has two parents again ^_^
(shiro x male delinquent-marine bio s/o) should also add that s/o admits to shiro that he also had a little crush on him back in high school, and the two decide to go forth in a relationship now. again, sorry if this is too much. orz
• Shiro was always a little rowdy in high school, a bit of a rule bender, but even he was in awe of how rebellious you could be
• maybe he secretly envied you a bit -- he didn’t dare act out too much for fear of jeopardizing his Garrison scholarship, but boy did he want to be as wild and reckless as you
• ofc you noticed him too; who wouldn’t? but you always thought he was kind of sweet, being a goody-two-shoes so he wouldn’t get in trouble
• also you saw the way his eyes lingered on your offbeat clothes, the graffiti you painted on the schoolyard walls, the way you weren’t afraid to sass the teachers when they were being prudish
• so maybe you pushed yourself just a little bit farther each time, seeing how much you could get away with, just so you could impress him and see his smile directed at you once in a while
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• you meet Shiro again in college, purely by chance
• you and he are in the same gen-ed class together; even after a couple of years apart, you were able to recognize him at first glance
• Shiro is suitably impressed that you are studying marine biology -- it’s a difficult field to get into and he respects your dedication
• also he’s glad you didn’t vanish after high school, buy a motorcycle and drive away into the sunset
• there’s not a lot of free time between classes and studying and internships, but you and Shiro make time to hang out and get to know each other better
• Shiro’s still the golden boy that you knew in high school, but as you become better friends you get a glimpse under the facade and realize he’s got a rebel heart too -- that’s why his wanderlust is so strong, his need to push the boundaries of civilization and go far beyond the reach of any laws or rules
• but your futures lie in different directions -- his upward and away, your down and close to the earth. so you decide to take a risk and make the most of the brief time that your paths have crossed
• you’re hanging out with him one night when it feels like a timer has gone off in your head, and you feel like it’s now or never. “I really like you,” you blurt, before you can come to your senses and stop. “I’ve liked you for a while, ever since high school.”
there’s silence and you’re not sure what to say. your imaginary script didn’t cover this part.
“wow,” Shiro says. his tone of voice gives away nothing. your heart hits the floor.
“just... wow,” he says again. “I, um.” he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “I never thought you’d say that. you always seemed like the type to never fall in love.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?!”
“I figured I was gonna have to be the one to confess,” Shiro says. he looks you in the eyes. “thanks for having the courage to speak up.”
“so... you’re not upset?”
“not at all! I like you too.”
you breathe a sigh of relief and relax into the couch. “I don’t know how this is going to work,” you say, already beginning to second guess yourself.
“it’s worth a try.” Shiro leans toward you and nudges your arm. “sure, we started out almost opposites, but if our mutual crushes have lasted this long, then we might as well take a shot at the real thing.”
your eyebrows shoot up. the real thing? “you mean... a relationship?”
“If you feel up to it.”
“yes! definitely!”
“all right then, glad that’s settled. does this mean I can sit closer to you now?”
you smile and scoot toward him. soon, you’re sitting hip to hip with your high school crush, eating cheetos and watching a documentary on the migration habits of killer whales. it’s not the kind of scene you ever would have imagined yourself being in, four years ago, but right now there’s nowhere you’d rather be.
PRISM: A Shiro Pride Fanzine is open for preorders!
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Dedicated to the paladin we all know and love, Takashi Shirogane, PRISM is a charity fanzine focused on identity and acceptance. PRISM strives to celebrate Shiro’s sexuality as well as the fandom’s love for him as a character.
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I’m so incredibly proud to be included in this zine!! It’s jam-packed with amazing art and fics, and it’s a great way for everyone to show their love and support for Shiro and the LGBT+ community!!
If you like my writing and want to support me and other authors like me, go check this out!! I’ve seen sneak peeks of some of the pieces and this is one zine you don’t want to miss out on!!
I promise I’m not dead, but I’ve got a new job that’s kicking my butt and I’m so exhausted that most of my free time goes toward catching up on sleep. I have no intention of letting this blog fade away, but I will be answering prompts slower than I’d like. Feel free to keep sending stuff in and I’ll get to it eventually!
What if the paladins discover that Voltron used to be a almost god-like sentient and cosmic warrior long time ago in another dimension? Whose life was saved by his first creation who put his soul into a robot and later got split up into 5 lions by the space goddess after he dared to challenge her?
This is a really cool concept!! However, this is a Shiro x reader blog, so I only write for those kind of prompts. I'm sure there are other blogs out there who would be happy to take a crack at this for you!
Nsfw married shiro x femreader like a fluffy Sunday morning, everything is super calm and sweet (cut two weeks later where she discovers shes pregnant lmao)
[[ 18+ readers only please! ]]
[[ tbh sweet, loving married sex is the best kink ever. thanks so much for sending this in!! ]]
• Shiro wakes you up with soft kisses and quiet declarations of love, but it quickly escalates as you become more awake
• soon he’s nibbling at your neck, begging in his raspy sex voice to eat you out
• “oh, baby,” he mutters as he slips fingers up under your nightgown, pushing it around your waist and splaying his hands across your belly
• he laps at your folds like he’s starving and you’re the last meal he’ll ever eat
• his hands caress your thighs and stroke across your stomach, and he makes sure you come before he rests his aching jaw
• “kiss me,” you murmur through the hazy afterglow
“you sure?” Shiro wipes a thumb across his lips, collecting the gleam of your juices
“yes.” you lick your own essence off his tongue until all you can taste is him
• in the process of thoroughly kissing him, you work your thigh in between his legs and revel in the needy groan he lets out; he’s so sweet, always taking care of you first, but letting him have pleasure is so good too
• whispering your name, he tugs your nightgown over your head and tosses it to the floor. he takes a minute to simply admire your body spread before him – he still can’t believe he married such a gorgeous, sexy girl and he doesn’t want to take a moment of it for granted
• but as beautiful as the sight of you is, there’s a more pressing matter at hand
• he lowers himself to his elbows, caging you in, and you wrap your legs around his hips
“I need you inside me,” you moan, love and passion eclipsing any remnants of shame
• Shiro obliges, distracting you with hot kisses down your neck and chest while he lines himself up and gently rocks his hips forward
• his cock nudges your opening before he slips in easily, the juice from your arousal easing the way until he’s fully seated inside your body
• you gasp at the fullness, at the feeling of being so completely connected to the man you love; Shiro buries his face in your shoulder and groans something that might be your name
• it takes him a moment to master himself and start moving, and when he does, your legs lock around him as you ride out his steady thrusts; he takes it slow, not chasing his own release, instead simply letting both of you enjoy the moment to the fullest
• your impending orgasm clenches your core tighter; Shiro senses it and goes still inside you
“don’t tease me!” you’re breathless and your admonishment comes out as more of a moan
“I just want you to enjoy this for as long as possible,” he answers, kissing away any further objections
and you know it’s worth it – you don’t need the rush of climax to feel overwhelmed by pleasure in Shiro’s embrace
• several times he takes you right up to the edge before backing off and letting you catch your breath; he might want to tease you more, squeeze out every ounce of bliss you body can feel, but even his stamina has its limits
• “I want to come with you,” he breathes into your mouth. his kiss is desperate and sloppy.
“yes, please. please!” you couldn’t take it if he backed off one more time
“Y/N. Y/N –”
you hold him tighter as you feel your orgasm rushing upon you like a tide
Shiro’s rhythm finally breaks, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, his body moving with the sole purpose of climaxing
your walls clench around him tighter. the friction against your clit and insides is fantastic, making you lose all control. you howl his name to the ceiling as your body spasms in absolute ecstasy; your fingernails dig deep into his back as your whole body shakes through wave after wave of pleasure
in the middle of your own orgasm, Shiro comes too, pouring his seed into your welcoming body, adding to the heat and slickness between you
• he rolls onto his side, chest heaving, not bothering to pull out yet
you limply snuggle into his embrace, enjoying the exhaustion and utterly satisfied warmth creeping through your body and mind
“love you so much,” you whisper, lips almost too tired to form words
“love you too, baby.” he presses a chaste kiss against your forehead
you wait for him to pull away, but judging by the way his breathing gradually slows, he’s fallen asleep again without another word
well, there are far worse ways to spend your Sunday morning than sleeping in with your beloved husband!
