Dirty Laundry Voltron Novels & Stories

It feels like something huge is now settling to dust yet spirits are high despite the need for peace. Colton is sat on the bed drying his hair after the third shower he took to rid himself of a weeklong buildup of debris, grime, and of course, Vampire blood. Something he does when he needs to think for a while, and I know he probably wanted space from me to let the remainder of his anger fizzles a little. Even though now, I’m laid on the bed behind him and he seems so much calmer than before.

As I head to my shower, I see Vandal and Drax head to the other bathroom. My dirty mind was imaging all different kinds of situations that the two were up to. I strip and get into the shower. I finish quickly and then dry off, just putting a robe on. I walk out of the steaming bathroom and notice that I am the first one done. I walk over to the other bathroom and see Vandal pinned up against the shower wall and Drax on his knees sucking Vandal’s cock and squeezing his sexy ass.

He tried to scowl, tried to summon that familiar Mercer arrogance, but the reality of the situation came crashing down on him with the weight of a mountain. It was over. Mercer Holdings, the source of his power, the reason he felt he could look down on the world, was gone. And with it, so was he. Only minutes ago, he had been the king of the ballroom, holding a phone full of "evidence" to ruin a man. Now, the screen of that same phone was lighting up with news alerts of his family’s total annihilation. Tristan’s face wasn't just pale; it was a sickly gray. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears of pure, uncontrolled terror. He looked at the phone on the ground, then slowly lifted his gaz

He responds likewise then returns to his typical grim expression. Thank God for these kinds of distractions! At least I don’t need to fuck anyone to get this off my system. Well, not that kind of fucking at the very least… The Rube accelerates as the song "Heart Upon My Sleeve" by Imagine Dragon and Avicii plays loudly on his car stereo. As the music start to pound his senses, he burries all his emotions deep inside himself to prepare for his latest mission.

“Drav—“ Her voice cut through the chaos but it barely reached me. I heard it…I just didn’t listen. Something was slipping inside me and I could feel it. That thin line I always held was breaking…shattering under the weight of everything crashing into me at once. My parents. Zuri. Lior. The lies. The betrayal. What was now the truth. Volkava’s palm slammed into my chest, throwing me back again so hard that when I hit the ground, something beneath me cracked. I had barely processed the fact that he used his dark powers to create a major impact on my chest when a deep, splitting sound tore through the ruins. The earth fractured and red light bled through the cracks like veins under skin. What t

I matter-in-factly said. “Do not compare me to her but thank you for saying that,” Max growled his complaint and compliment. “See! Now is there any way to talk to your Alpha?” I said, tapping his nose. Max was just about to open his mouth to say something snarky no doubt, however, something fell on my shoulders that caused me to stop. Whatever it was left a grease stain on my fury jacket. I noticed something on the ground and bent down to investigate, but was interrupted when I felt liquid on the back of my neck.

The water swirling around our feet turns pink. "Get it off," he repeats, scrubbing my wrist where the blood dried. "You don't wear this. You don't wear his blood." "Drakon, you're hurting me." "I need to see you clean." He drops my hands and grabs my face. He scrubs my cheek, his thumb rough. The water pours over us, a deafening roar in the small stall. Then, the energy shifts. The frantic need to clean turns into something else. Something darker.

My frown got deeper, not able to even hold my disgust face. Fatigue was killing me but I just couldn’t. The state of the room should have been a crime. I began ripping off anything that I could rip off; the curtains, the bedding and the awful carpet. I hated going down to ask for cleaning supplies, too many questions would be asked but luckily for me, there was some cleaning detergents under the sink and there was a small dust bin which I collected water in. I took the beta’s body wash clothe and used it to clean the floors. To me, he was dead. I used a brush to scrub hard, literally on all fours for the first two hours of being there. It destructed me from my burning back. It would take a b

They promised they would find him and bring him to justice for what he had done. Lilith just nodded dully. She knew that she was lucky to be alive. That things could have been so much worse. But even so, she couldn't shake the shame and self-loathing that settled over her like a dark cloud. She felt dirty and used, tainted by Rob's touch. She knew that healing from this wouldn't be easy. But she also knew that she had to try. For herself, and for everyone else who might fall victim to a man like Rob if he wasn't stopped.

Then he stripped the clothes off, picked up the soap, and cleaned himself. Satisfied that he had removed all the vomit from his body, he reached down and unbuttoned his shirt that Jordan had so badly defiled. He tossed it on the bathroom floor with his clothes. The he stood Jordan up and began cleaning her. Vomit had run down her neck and was matted in her hair. He rinsed what he could, then took some shampoo and washed her hair to remove the rest. Mitchell held her up with one hand around her waist as he gently cleaned and rinsed her off.