Dirty Laundry Voltron Novels & Stories

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

"Not so fast bub. There'll be some rules, and we'll have to see if she'll agree, but I think we've crossed a line that it's awfully hard to go back to." JT and I cleaned up after breakfast, while the girls took care of their personal hygiene. After a shower and a very close shave, at the insistence of Dawn in particular, we all felt 100% better, more rested, and ready for a little more action. With new sheets on the bed, and the washer running merrily away, we laid down together, and I had Dawn's T-shirt off before you could say Bob's your uncle. A little heavy necking, and some wonderful oral attention, had JT and I ready and raring to go.

"I'm so sorry I didn't listen. I'm sorry I let my pride keep me away. I'm sorry you died thinking I hated you." He didn't answer, he never did but I kept talking anyway. Dante found me there most nights. He never said much, just sat with me in silence, keeping vigil over the brother he'd failed and the woman he'd tried to protect. The guilt in his eyes matched my own. On the twentieth night, he finally spoke. "The people confirmed the ritual. It's real and it’s possible." He paused. "But Raeliya, it comes with a price." I looked at him. "What price?"

Walking through the door was Cole and Yohan’s eldest brother, dressed in a full Spider-Man costume. "What the hell?" Noah muttered in confusion—but his mind quickly caught on when he noticed Yohan laughing louder than everyone else. "Fuck you, Eugenio!" Damien yelled, rushing toward Yohan and tackling him to the floor. "You told me it was going to be an Avengers costume party, you dickhead!" he fumed, punching his brother. "You never change, you asshole!" The others quickly stepped in to break them up—except for Noah. That prankster bastard deserved a few punches now and then.

"Don't let a drop of this trash's blood get on your new clothes." With a death grin, the God of War disappeared from the interrogation room, leaving Julian struggling to cry due to the destruction of his brain's nervous system. Chloe's mental torment was truly more deadly than any mutant bite.

They were miles long, their metallic pincers glowing with a clinical, sterile light. "They’re not here to talk," Jack the Noir Man yelled, pulling out a grayscale revolver. "They’re here to 'Clean the Bin'!" ### The Battle for the Bin The city erupted into chaos. The "Glitches" fought back with everything they had. The wireframe dragons took to the sky, breathing bursts of green static at the clamps. The fantasy knights charged the "Deletion Drones" that were pouring out of the breach—sleek, white machines that looked like floating scalpels.

Another called, "The tradition demands blood!" Ronan charged again, this time he was heavier and brutal. We collided, as we were rolling across the dirt in a mess of snarls and claws. He pinned me for a second, with his teeth inches from my neck. "Your father died for less. Now you die for a human whore." The rage and the bond surged together. Buttercup's voice broke through the link, clearer. 'No! Draven, push! I feel you. We're in this together.'