Dirty Laundry Voltron Novels & Stories

Hatred was surging like waves. Walt clenched his hand that was holding the knife. He had already manipulated a perfect plot. Valery, Elizabeth and Vinton were all part of his maneuvers. They were moving as he planned. But what he hadn't expected was that his little sun would appear in the halfway and get involved in the deadly whirlpool he had created. God liked to make trouble with him, but even God couldn't stop him. He wanted everything of Daniel's Family, also the girls. He would not let anything to slip under his eyes.

He looked closely at June's face, but at the same time June suddenly vomited, right into Drake's expensive coat. "Shit!" exclaimed Drake. June's vomit also hit the woman's blazer and work shirt. "Ah ... shit!" said Drake again. Drake placed June carelessly on the couch. He then cleaned June's clothes with a tissue, but they were still dirty. Drake frowned. If June had been nothing special, she would have been furious. However, it's useless to be angry with someone who is unconscious. He immediately took off his foul smelling coat and threw it into the dirty laundry basket, then went to take a shower.

I stood beneath the flagpole, gripping a claw hammer slick with blood. The chat exploded. [What the hell is this? Special effects or an actual psycho?] [This guy's nuts. Pulling something like this in broad daylight. Is this some kind of revenge?] [Wait, I recognize him. He was on the news a few days ago. His crippled sister jumped off a building. The court ruled it a suicide and said no one else was involved.] [Oh, right. That girl who had depression, so she killed herself. What does that have to do with this good-looking guy? Guess her brother finally snapped. What a messed-up family!]

I start scrubbing at the carpet with ferocity. “Just like you,” he counters, and then he lets out a low, guttural groan that makes my stomach do a weird little flip despite the fact that I am currently elbow-deep in a cleaning disaster. I finished the job and stood up. I didn’t look back as I hauled the bag of trash toward the door because if I see one more inch of his bare butt, I am going to lose my mind. I’ll need a very strong bleach with a high concentration of acid to clean out the live p**n image from my head.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

She yelled as David yelled back. "Y'ALL CLEAN THAT SHIT UP!" ... Ashley and Jake had finally freshened up and were heading downstairs to confront David. Things were slightly awkward as Ashley had given Jake some of Daniel's clothes that he had forgotten at her house, and let's just say, Jake was quite happy with wearing another man's clothes. Ashley felt slightly uncomfortable knowing that when she goes downstairs with Jake behind her, Anna will see him, and things will get extremely messy. Finally finished cleaning up David's mess, Ashley then grabbed Jake's hand as they exited her bedroom before heading downstairs.

Chance Saturday. Peaceful day. Well... until I almost died fixing my curtains. "AND IIIIIIIIIII- " I sang The curtain rod slipped from my hand. "WILL ALWAYS LOVE- OH SHIT" I lost my balance immediately and fell straight off my bed with a painful thud. Silence. I stayed flat on the floor staring at my ceiling fan. "...Fantastic." The song kept playing loudly in the background while my back screamed at me. I hate cleaning. But I had to, seeing as mom picked up another double shift at the hospital today. Meaning I had the house to myself.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

Dartron answered grabbing everyone’s attention. “And what is it” His eyes met mine, and I knew what he was going to say next. “The luna’s power can counter Thanos flames, she is…….” Vincent growled loudly not letting Dartron complete his statement. “Never” his word was bold and firm. He wrapped his hand around my waist, touching my stomach, he pulled me closer to him, and I could feel the anger reverberating from him. “But….” “My word is final, Riley is not going to take part in this war”

Like I’ve finally found out what I was made for. They let me clean up. Stand under the spray while the evidence washes off my skin, down the drain, out of sight. But I can still feel them inside me. Can still feel the ache in my pussy, my ass, my throat. The pleasant soreness that says you were used well. Someone hands me a towel. Someone else gives me a hoodie – massive, smelling like cologne, MITCHELL printed on the back. Darren’s hoodie. “Keep it,” he says when I try to give it back. “Looks better on you anyway.”