#shirocest

🔥 Son of Evil | 🔥 14.7k words | M |

More cries were heard, more blood was poured. The son of Evil turned around and walked away through a door by the throne, Shiro by his side. His hands were painted in the scarlet of blood, slowly dripping from his fingers to the floor. The servant thought that he would clean it later. He then saw the king stop walking, his shoulders shaking, and moved a couple of steps towards him, worried. «Your Majesty…» he whispered, not daring to touch him. «Never leave me, Shiro» was the monarch's answer, his voice firm. When he turned around, the servant was able to see his proud expression, his dark and wonderful eyes. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dark hallway, and he was so beautiful that it almost hurt. «Never, your Majesty» Shiro whispered, bowing his head.

Shiro/Kuro

17k | Explicit

He comes to slowly, mind fuzzy and eyelids heavy. He's lying on his back on a hard surface, with a bright light shining on him from directly above.

Shiro's mind snaps into sharp clarity when he realises he is restrained by his wrists and ankles. Panic starts to creep up and his breaths come quicker and shallower. He tries to move and feels more straps across his chest and thighs. Trying to turn his head reveals another strap across his forehead, pinning him in place.

No. No. Not again. Not again!

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Still salty about how Voltron went down the drain but I still love the characters, especially Shiro. I will stan him until the day I die. What better way to celebrate him than to draw my second favourite pairing of Shiro/Kuron. Just love yourself, you guys. <3

2k words. Smut. Drabble. (Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

[Sheith mafia au]

Set between this comic and this drawing.

1.3k words. Angst. Oneshot.

This is a Kuro/Kuron/Shiro piece, bondage and praise kink involved.