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Day Four: Torture

Takes place around the middle of season three, no spoilers. Words: 1.7k

Lance gasped in pain, his arms straining against the chains that held him up, making him dangle a foot above the floor. Haggar hit him with another blast of energy and Lance almost blacked out, his mind in a blurry haze of pain.

“Tell us the secrets of voltron!” she screeched, her face contorted with hatred.

“Never!” Lance groaned, the chains digging into his raw wrists. “No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I will never betray my friends.” Another strand of energy hit Lance square in the stomach and he screamed, sweat dripping in his eyes. Haggar prepared another hit but Lotor placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Now, Haggar, we don’t want to kill the boy, do we?” he chucked as if Lance’s death was a joke. To Lotor, it probably was. “Give him a break, and we’ll try again later. Maybe some loneliness will make him break.”

“But-” Haggar protested, but Lotor shushed her.

“Obey me, Haggar, and soon I will allow you to use the full extent of your powers.” Haggar seemed to like that and her ragged face contorted into and ugly smile. “Goodnight, blue paladin.” Lotor flicked off the lights, plunging Lance into darkness.

Lance wasn’t sure how long he had been in the Galra base. After a scouting mission gone horribly wrong he had been knocked out by one of the sentrys, and he had woken up some time later in a strange room he didn’t recognize, strong chains attached to the ceiling holding him in place. At first he had tried escaping but in the end he had realized it was hopeless and he resigned himself to waiting for the rest of his team to find him.

Being alone in the dark gave Lance time to think, and sometimes he thought that the thoughts drifting in and out of his head were worse than anything the galra could ever come up with. They don’t need you, whispered the little voice in his head. Shiro’s back, and they have five paladins again. They’re not coming for you. You’re not needed. Lance squeezed his eyes shut, willing the voice to go away. Recently his doubts had gone away, leaving him in a temporary state of happiness but here, alone in the dark of the galra base they had resurfaced, tormenting him when he was alone. Lance took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling, willing the voices to stop.

Lance wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but he woke up to metal clinking together. He opened his eyes to see a long white table spread out in front of him, covered in long metal objects, their ends sharp and pointy. Lotor stood on the other side, polishing a long spear like object. The lights glinted off of the end, making the tip look purple. When Lotor saw Lance’s eyes open he grinned, setting the spear down. His grin wasn’t friendly or kind; it more closely resembled the grin a predator gave its prey before pouncing and ripping it to shreds. Haggar was no where in sight.

“Hello, Lance,” Lotor said, examining a thin metal stick with a studded ball at the end. “I wasn’t sure if you’d wake up this time. Haggar you that time.” He was casual, the possibility of Lance’s death not even bringing up an ounce of emotion. “I could call Haggar in again, but I thought some time for just us would be helpful. After all, I am well practiced in the art of torture.” He selected one of the spears. “Here’s how this is going to work. You tell me what I want to know,” he looked up at Lance, a gleam in his eyes. “Or I impale you with this spear.”

Lance didn’t think he had ever seen anything that sharp. The closest he had ever encountered was his Mama’s steak knife, and he had seen that cut straight through the toughest meat you could imagine. “Let’s begin, shall we?” asked Lotor. “What is Voltron’s greatest weakness? There’s something off about Voltron, but I just can’t seem to put my finger on it.” Lotor didn’t know about the lion switch, and there was no way Lance was going to get rid of the team’s only advantage.

“No,” he responded, trying to stop his voice from shaking. He wanted to ooze confidence, as if he was sure his team would be there to save him any minute, when in reality he wasn’t sure if they were coming at all.

Without hesitation Lotor plunged the spear into Lance’s stomach. Lance was stunned for the first few seconds until he screamed, the pain like nothing he had ever experienced. The wound burned, pain shooting through his veins.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Lotor mused. “The poison won’t kill you, at least not immediately. You will stay in pain until you tell me what I need to know. Are you prepared to do so?” Lance couldn’t speak, the pain too great but he managed to make his mouth moist enough to collect a small ball of spit, sending it flying into Lotor’s smug face. The smile disappeared from his face, replaced with a sneer.

“Prepare to pay for that, paladin.” He grabbed the thin pole with the spiky ball on the end, sticking it inside Lance’s wound, stretching. it out. Blood dropped out onto his bare stomach, stopping near his belly button. Lance bit his tongue, unwilling to show Lotor how much pain he was in. Lance would never give him that satisfaction.

For what seemed like eons to Lance Lotor asked the same question, and Lance refused to answer. Every time Lotor would make the hole in Lance’s stomach bigger and Lance would hide the pain, and ignore the fact that the skin around the wound was slowly turning green. Soon he was nearly passed out, the blinding pain keeping him in a limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness. He was bleeding slowly, the torture tools on the table covered in blood, his blood. The thought made him sick, that a part of him was so close to the galra prince.

He barely noticed when the commotion started, the doors crashing down all around him. He glanced up, the scene sliding in and out of focus. Five figures lept into action, their features blurred.

“He’s getting away!” someone yelled, and three ran out one of the doors, the only one still attached to the wall. The remaining two figures, clad in black and pink armor, approached him. The one in black reached up, unhooking Lance from the ceiling. Lance felt large, soft hands gathering him up and cradling him in his arms.

“You’re going to be fine, Lance,” came Shiro’s voice, sounding like it was a million miles away. “I’ve got you.”

Lance woke a few times after that, a different paladin always watching over him. When he woke for good he was in his bed, aching all over. Keith sat by his bedside, his head in his hands as he stared at Lance. Lanxe trued to sit up but he was stopped by a blinding pain in his stomach.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Keith advised. “The bandages won’t hold.” Keith looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep in years. Lance lifted up his shirt to see his abdomen wrapped tightly in thick white bandages. Underneath he could see a faint shade of red and green.

“What happened?” Lance groaned, his voice barely discernible. Keith glanced down, sadness filling his expression.

“When we finally found you you were almost dead. When you didn’t come back from your mission we searched for you, but Lotor hid the base. It took us a week to get to you. I’m not exactly sure what kind of poison he used, but it could have killed you. The galra have antidotes, but no one had any idea how to cure you. You were green by the time we got you to a pod. You’ve been asleep for a week and a half.”

That long? Lance had thought he had been out for two days, at the most. He definitely didn’t feel as rested as he should. He was still tired and in pain, his wound throbbing.

Keith reached over, putting the back of his hand on Lance’s cheek. “Your fever has gone down, at least. There were times that it was so high I was scared it might be the death of you.” Keith was keeping up a brave front for Lance but Lance could see the worry hiding in Keith’s eyes. From the sound of it he had been on the brink of death for a week and a half, the feeling of worry coating everyone in the castle. “How do you feel now?” Lance answered with a shrug, not wanting to scare Keith any more than he already had.

“C’mon, Lance,” Keith pleaded.

“Not great,” Lance responded, and Keith gave a dry laugh.

“I’d think that was the understatement of the century. It’s not like anyone expects you to wake up at a hundred percent. Allura said you’d need at least a week of bed rest before she’d even think of letting you out of the castle. Personally, I agree with her.”

“What?” Lance scoffed. “When have you ever cared about my health?” Keith seemed mad.

“Do you even know how scared I was?” He was definitely mad. “For a week and a half you were on the brink of death. You had a 106 degree fever! You’re my friend, Lance, and I almost lost you.” Lance couldn’t help but be shocked. He had always thought that he and Keith had always just been teammates, nothing more, or at least that was what Keith thought. Clearly, Lance had been mistaken.

“I’m sorry,” Lance finally managed to squeak out after struggling for words.

“It’s fine,” Keith said with a strangled smile. “Just- try not to scare me like that again. So, are you hungry? Hunk’s been talking about his famous healing soup ever since we got you back. Personally O think it’s his coping mechanism, but it probably tastes good.” Lance swung his legs over the side of his bed, testing out his legs.

“I’m not sure how well I can walk.” Keith reached out an arm for Lance to grab on to.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there every step of the way.”

Advice For The Moon Signs

*Use Moon*

Aries Moon: Slow down.
what or who are you running from? Whatever it is will find a way to catch up to you, face it now and save yourself the trouble.

Taurus Moon: Stop letting your past define your present.
You say that you don’t want yourself to be the person who wronged you, but yet you become more and more like them everyday. Find a way to come to terms with the past, and move on with your future.

Gemini Moon: Let go.
Let go of whatever is holding you back or down, you may think you need it or them, but you don’t. Stop holding back and biting your tongue, release these pent-up emotions before they control you completely

Cancer Moon: Assess yourself.
You spent an awful amount of time making others assess themselves but have you ever asked yourself ‘Do you like who you’ve become?’ Take that statement whichever way you like, but I hope you learn something positive from it.

Leo Moon: Stop pretending.
Stop pretending that you’re fine, stop bottling everything up, and stop lying to yourself. You keep letting your ego get in the way of feeling at peace.

Virgo Moon: Stop faking it.
Maybe you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, or maybe you don’t want to hurt yourself. But this layer of superficiality has found its way to the surface, and so far it’s not looking pretty. Stop pulling the band aid off gently because nobody is buying this bs.

Libra Moon: Take a deep breath.
Whatever it is, you did it. It’s over with and you succeeded. Take some time to admire and reflect on your work, but stop worrying so much and move onto a new project.

Scorpio Moon: Leave.
Leave whatever it is that’s weighing you down, behind. Lord knows it’s beyond the point of repair and if you stay you’re only going to wear yourself down.

Sagittarius Moon: Fix it.
Stop dwelling and start taking action. Whatever mess this is, and whether or not you made, just fix it. You’ll feel better, and even if you can’t completely glue the pieces back together at least you can say you tried.

Capricorn Moon: Enough with the selfishness.
Have you forgotten where you came from and who your friends are? Because it sure looks like it. Keep acting like this and you’ll end up with nothing.

Aquarius Moon: Your feelings are valid, but so are others.
You keep tricking yourself into blocking out your own emotions, therefore you’re neglecting others as well. It’s not healthy for yourself, and for those you care about. They’re beginning to lose hope in you, show them you’re there and that you care. Actions will always speak louder than words.

Pisces Moon: Forgive yourself.
Whatever you did, it can’t be nearly as bad as you’re making it out to be. Allow these emotions in, so they can be freed. Once they’ve been let out, you’ll find the peace you need to move forward.

Sirius: Hey Prongs, Moony is doing it again.
Remus: What? What am I doing?
Sirius: That moony face.
Remus: What face? This is my usual face!
Sirius: No, That is the “thinking moony” face
James: Are you worried, Moony? Why?
Remus: I-I’m not worried.
Sirius: Moooony!
Remus: Well …. Do you realize there’s almost a full moon?
Peter: So what?
Remus: What if this time it ends badly? And what if I …
Sirius: MOOONY! For Merlin’s sake hold your tongue, stop that moony thing and let us have fun.
James: we’ll manage it…as always!

11:57 PM - Peter Parker

request - alright i fuckin love tom holland so please like a smut where you catch peter sneaking in after dark and he tells you about his whole spider thing while you take care of wounds and such, and he’s like super scared your gonna leave him and so you reassure him and take care of him in another way if you catch my drift, this was real long but yeah thank you 

a/n - yes finally i post a smut fic on this blog and tbh it was kind of fun and interesting to write so i hope it isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!

10:46 PM. Nearly 4 hours ever since Peter left me alone in his room. We were doing our Calculus homework with one another until he claimed he got an emergency phone call and ran out the door before I could say anything, taking his backpack with him.

The only thing that kept me company was my textbook and the sound of the falling rain from the outside. May was fast asleep in her room while I was far from that, my heart becoming a mix between anger and fear. I bounced my pencil against the pages of the math book, staring at my calculator as time went by.

I checked my phone again, 10:50 PM. Still no texts, no calls, nothing. I stared at my lockscreen for a few seconds before shutting off my phone and pushing it to the side, growing more frustrated by the minute.

“Dammit Peter.” I muttered, throwing my head back in a fit. I listened to the sound of the raindrops to try to calm me down, but nothing was working at this point.

I huffed and got up from the desk, beginning to pack my things up and call it a night, being more than prepared to give Peter the silent treatment for the next week. Just as I was about to zip my bag up, I heard the locks on the window become undone.

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Patrick Kane talks about his hat trick and the first line (x)

(Request by anon: could you do a reid smut where they’re at a party and the reader is down about something and her friend jokes that she deserves a guy who’ll put her needs;) first and so reid gets all dominant and stuff?)

(This isn’t my first smut - I write smut over on Wattpad - however, it is my first Spencer smut so please go easy on me, aha xD)

Warnings ~ smut


“(Y/N), hun, are you ready?” You heard Garcia knock on your bedroom door.

Rossi was throwing another one of his parties which just so happened to coincide with your breakup. JJ and Garcia had flocked over to your house so you could all get ready together. You knew what they were all doing and you found it sweet that the team were trying to cheer you up.

You sighed. “Yep. Coming.” You grabbed your purse and followed Garcia outside where JJ’s car was waiting.


You had eventually sneaked over to a secluded part of Rossi’s garden to be alone. You sat on a chair, drink in hand and deep in thought.

“Are you okay?”

The voice came from behind you and you jumped before realising it was your friend, Spencer.

“I’m still kind of reeling from the whole breakup. Part of me is upset, part of me is glad. Should I be glad?” You looked over at Spencer who sat on the chair opposite you.

He nodded. “You should. The guy was an asshole, (Y/N). He didn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at your friend. “You’re too sweet to me, Spence.”

Your phone beeped in your purse and you quickly pulled it out. Your best friend (Y/F/N) had been texting you all night making sure you were okay. This text was different though.

“Oh, my God. She’s lost it.” You let out a laugh as you read the text.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. (Y/F/N) just says ‘You deserve a guy who would willingly wrap your legs around his neck’. She’s nuts.” You snorted, taking another sip of your drink. You glanced at Spencer who was licking his lips, his gaze at the floor.

“Come on.” He finally said after a few moments of silence, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the house.

While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, Spencer continued to pull you upstairs into one of Rossi’s bathrooms. Unsure of what was happening, you opened your mouth to speak before you were pushed against the bathroom door.

Spencer’s lips descended on yours, his hand reaching over to lock the door as his other one gripped your waist. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip as his hand fondled your ass. Your slight whimper at his touch granted him access, his tongue skillfully roaming your mouth as your hands reached up to tug at his hair.

Spencer’s hands trailed down from your waist to the backs of your thighs and you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist. He turned and placed you on the tank of the toilet, his cold fingers making you shiver as he inched your panties down from under your skirt. Throwing them to the side, Spencer sat himself on the lid of the toilet seat.

Parting your legs and positioning them over his shoulders, his tongue delicately licked your clit. You hissed at the contact, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. Spencer smirked against your sex before beginning to suck at your clit.

Your head rolled back, eyes closing. “Spence, stop teasing - Oh!”

You let out a moan as his tongue dipped inside your folds. His tongue continued to be relentless by thrusting in and out of you, rapidly wiggling up and down your sex, focusing on your clit for a long while. He didn’t bother to use his fingers - he wanted to make you come with just his tongue.

Spencer groaned as you started thrusting to meet his tongue, your moans spurring him on. He responded by capturing your clit between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue drawing small patterns against it.

“Spence, I’m going to- oh, God.” You clamped a hand over your mouth, afraid the team would hear your moans and think something was wrong. Your hand gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax descending over you.

Spencer’s hands gripped your thighs tighter to prevent you from falling as you rode out your orgasm. As you sat there panting trying to catch your breath, his fingers traced small circles on your thighs.

Very gently, he placed a kiss on each thigh before standing up and cupping your face. You tasted your own arousal on his lips as he kissed you sweetly, his demeanour changing from dominant back to his usual timid, sweet self.

You pulled away, still trying to catch your breath. “Where did that come from?” You smiled at your friend.

He gave you his usual lopsided grin. “You deserve someone who would willingly wrap your legs around his head.” he recited. “And I’m more than willing to do that.”


I’m going to hell for y'all. Keep the requests coming! I’m splitting my time between finishing my requests on wattpad and my requests on here but for once, I’m actually ahead of schedule aha. 💕

27 Dress Code Violations

@jilychallenge 04/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @anxiouspotter

Muggle AUs | “i get dress coded so you give me your jacket and we protest unfair regulations for girls together/you sass the teacher about how distracted you are by my shoulders”

Word Count: 2500

special shoutout to @jiilys. solidarity, sister



She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.

“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.

“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.


“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”

Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.

She looks good in his jacket.


Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.


There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.

She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.

“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–

“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”

He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”

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Over and Over

Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.

Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)

Word Count: 1600ish

A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO

Dean’s moving at just the right pace.

It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.

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