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aviationlover4life · 2 years

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Prince of the Stars / Chapter 6

Surprise Surprise

The Paladins, Galran Prince, and the two wizards we're all gathered in the lounge area of The Castle of Lions. Most of the Paladins we're chatting quietly about the two new guests who had just boarded the ship. Keith and Lance we're speculating on how the bluenette and scarlet redhead had gotten here, while Hunk and Pidge wondered about how the wizard's technology worked.

"I wonder if he came from an alternative reality." Keith said, his voice slightly above a whisper.

"Or maybe, he's secretly Shiro's twin brother in disguise." Lance said in a slightly louder tone, catching the bluenette's attention. This earned the Cuban boy a harsh elbow to the stomach.

"Ow, Quiznak Keith!"

"Who are you two talking about? I have absolutely no idea who this... Shiro is." the bluenette said, confusion lacing his voice, "And why would 'I' be his brother if I'm not even from here?"

"Sounds like I should introduce myself," came a husky voice, catching all three of the men's attention.

A young man, slightly taller than Keith and Lance walked over and took a seat next to the bluenette. He had a tuft of white hair hanging down slightly in his face, a facial scar covering his nose, and handsome masculine features.

"Hi, I'm Shiro, Paladin of the Black Lion and the Leader of Voltron, can you tell us your name?" Shiro asked, his voice polite, extending his hand to the blue haired man sitting next to him. The bluenette complied, obeying the Black Paladin's request, and gave everyone his name.

"JELLAL?!" Lance practically screamed, earning him a slap upside the head from Keith.

"Lance, stop screaming like an idiot," Keith said, irritatingly.

"I'm not an idiot, your the idiot, mullet," Lance shot back at the raven haired teen. "Don't call me mullet," Keith said, glaring slightly at the Cuban teenager.

"Alright that's enough out of both of you!" Shiro cut in, his authoritive voice, startling Jellal slightly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you like that," Shiro lowered his voice as he turned back to Jellal, and continued his conversation with the bluenette.

"Okay, I'm confused, you practically screamed my name, why?" Jellal asked, looking at Lance with a confused look on his face.

"Your practically the most powerful Heavenly Body Mage in all of Fiore, that's so awesome!" The Blue Paladin explained excitedly.

"What? *chuckles* Your kidding right?" Jellal said, a bit skeptical of what he'd just heard, "I wouldn't be so sure about that, I mean, I'm not that powerful." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey, take a compliment, stop being so gloomy," Jellal looked over and saw his beautiful wife Erza, "Brighten up, besides you have me, if anything else." she said, taking Jellal's face into her hands as she pulled her husband into a passionate kiss.

"Ooooh, wow okay," Shiro said, turning his face away, blushing slightly.

The kiss lasted roughly a minute and the two pulled back, pressing their foreheads together, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Love you, Honey," Erza whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, as she caressed her husband's tattooed cheek.

"Love you too, babe," Jellal murmured back, blushing slightly.

"Wait a minute... honey?" Lotor suddenly butted in, catching both Jellal's and Erza's attention.

Jellal looked at his beautiful wife, then back at the Prince and smirked, "Oops, I guess I forgot to mention that..." he shrugged before looking back at Erza, "...I'm married," and with that said, the blue haired mage pulled his wife in for yet another passionate kiss.

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deathsender · 2 years

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senthysaysblogger · 2 years

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kuldeepgariya · 2 years

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hello-kitty-funny · 1 year

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bigboos61 · 1 year

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laserswordtraining · 4 months

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You know i'm asking about those dead doves

Heh heh, one you’ve prompted me for and I’ve gotten nowhere on it yet #toosick but here’s a bit of the one that made me start writing nsfw and I don’t plan on ending it anytime soon cause the premise is too fun. It’s anon so I’ll share a bit with everyone, but if you want the link I’ll send it to you 😆

Summary: AU where wizards are such a rarity they’re basically unheard of, so Harry born with magic is celebrated far and wide and surprisesurprise kidnapped by Voldemort who’s lost a majority of his magic due to splitting his soul, and thus needs to keep Harry close and use blood magic on him to use Harry’s magic to strengthen his own. Harry is smol and loves Voldemort more than anything.

Seriously just wanted to copy/paste the entire chapter 🥵 warnings for: underage, blood kink, father/son, whipping…. In this excerpt I think that’s it

“Today this is a punishment, your body will ache and burn the entire time you’re left here without me. It will be a fraction of the pain you’d experience from being discovered.” Voldemort said cooly. He cracked it down on Harry’s back, stretching diagonally from his waist to his shoulder. Harry yelped a scream at the impact and whimpered from the sting.

“If this is the pain you are searching out, it can become part of our ritual, you bleed so beautifully.” He brought down the whip again, landing over the same mark. Harry’s body tensed, and Voldemort relished in the scream.

“Ask or attempt to leave this tower and I will demonstrate there is a level of pain you will beg me not to experience.”

Crack, “I do this for your safety,”

crack, “you are ungrateful,”

crack, “Everything you have, every ounce of magic is due to remaining here unseen and unknown,”

crack, “Even I leaving the tower is a risk, if I could stay here curled up with you I would.” He placed his hand on Harry’s side, making the boy jump at the touch.

“I do this for you, to keep you safe, happy,” he stroked gently down his son’s back.

“Tell me you understand,” his fingers ran over the welts, blood smearing where it was welling up.

Harry’s uneven breaths and whines settled, but his voice still croaked with tears, “I understand father. I, I won’t ask again, I’m sorry.” Voldemort swelled with the control he had over the boy. He would take any punishment, any pain as a show of love. He would drive this disobedience out of the child, give him the hurt he was begging for.

“Good boy, my miracle,” he traced down the red skin, “you know better, I know you do, you learn so well, take this pain like you were meant to.”

Harry moaned at the cool hands, the whip dangling and dancing down his leg as his father touched him.

Voldemort leaned into the boy, his hardness pressing against his arse. He inhaled as he grabbed the boy by the shoulders and frotted against him, enjoying the sounds the child made as much as the feeling.

“Daddy,” Harry moaned, pressing back against him, the feeling so wanted, another way of magic, the blood, his fathers pleasure. He would gasp in being able to provide for his father, to repay him for questioning him, his rules.

Voldemort grunted, fingernails sinking into the skin, Harry’s high pitched scream and arms trembling staying up on the wall.

He ground into the child, searching his own pleasure, taking in the yelps from below him. He allowed Harry’s arms to collapse, his head landing against the wall, leaning back against his father’s cock, eager for it to escape the robes, to feel the warmth of his father’s cum on his skin.

Harry’s voice hitched as he moaned, his back still burning, but distracted by his fathers nails piercing his skin. He closed his mouth, trying to keep his noises to a minimum, this was for his father, he wanted to please him, to take every moment of the punishment without making him think he dreaded it. Harry whined at the motions, being pressed against the wall, his breathing uneven, his father grinding against him, grunting like Harry was everything he needed.

Voldemort released Harry’s shoulders, leaving crescent cuts, and unclasped his robes, dropping them to the floor. He watched Harry flinch left untouched, and sighed hungrily at the landscape of the boys back. He grasped his cock and trailed the whip over Harry’s back, watching him shiver and whimper.

Voldemort said lowly, “Sing, my miracle, and I will cherish you until we need to part.”

“Heal what has been hurt,” Harry began the spell. Voldemort snapped the whip on his back, arching over his shoulder. The boy yelped and Voldemort lay his hand on his waist, bending over him, his tongue reaching to lick up the welts, warm and soothing. Blood, sparkling with the boys magic.

Harry moaned at the feel of his fathers tongue, and continued, “fill what has been drained,” He sobbed at the strike of the whip, crossing over the last hit, his whine only driving his father on. Voldemort pulled at his cock, thumbing over the tip, as his mouth connected with the fresh blood.

Mouth wide, tongue searching through the welts, moaning into his child’s skin. The raised skin, a maze, the blood his reward. The moans from Harry guiding him, needy desperate child. He desired everything Voldemort gave him, whined when he left him.

Voldemort let the whip graze down Harry’s side, shivering, reminding him to continue. The boy was so absorbed in the feeling. He thrust into his hand, against Harry’s lower back, the precum only a tease for the both of them.

“magic to be shared,” Harry said, whimpering expecting the whip, and Voldemort delighted in the surprise when it was delivered only a moment later, laid across the precious welts, blood rising to the surface in dots. He cracked the whip again, catching over the blood, breaking more of the swollen skin.

Voldemort thrust against the small body, dragging his cold fingers over the trail of blood, and leaned close to the boys ears so he could hear his father sucking it from his fingers. Harry moaned in need, he could feel the magic so clearly, the pain heavy, it on the surface of his skin.

His father’s tongue slurping around his bloodied fingers, dipping out to trace the curve of his ear, sucking on his cartilage. Harry whined in dissatisfaction as his father pulled away again.

“what is mine is yours,” he promised his father, tears dripping from his eyes, as his head pressed against his wrists on the wall, only still standing due to his father pressed so closely against him, feeling him pulling off onto Harry. He moaned, knowing his pain was his fathers pleasure, that this was magic, that everything felt so good.

He would bleed and scream for his father. If this was punishment, he would take it. He would ask for it, Harry wanted this sting, this sharp surprise that felt so different to the slice of his knife.

Voldemort groaned, “My miracle,” he was refreshed, his skin settled, his face promised to remain in its youthful handsome form, “you want to be so good for your daddy, don’t you.” He dropped the whip and held Harry tightly again, fingers cupping over the delightful hip bones that called his name.

Harry moaned, “Please, daddy I’m sorry. I’m yours, I’ll be good. My blood, my magic, take it, I’m sorry.”

Voldemort grunted, his cum spurting over the boys back, landing with an elegance, gracing the raised welts with his seed. Harry moaned at the warmth, pressing back against his father. “Daddy,” he whined.

Voldemort groaned in exhale as he finished milking his cock onto his pretty boy. He gripped Harry by the hips and continues dot rub himself against the child. He was sure the boy would be asking for the whip again, the gasps in every moment between strikes, the yelps when it landed, it was a pain he’d search out. He loved how much Harry wanted to hurt for him. Wanted to bleed for him.

Harry shivered as his back lost the heat of the strikes, of the cum. He whimpered, trying to be patient, but his father was so close and wasn’t kissing him, licking him. It was another realm of torture.

“Daddy, please, don’t leave me like this.”

Voldemort slowly rolled his hips, sighing, his breath sending another shiver through his son. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Hngh,” Harry cried, “Yes, I’m yours. I stay in the tower, you’re keeping me safe, hngh, please, daddy, lick me clean.”

Voldemort moaned at the words, so dirty, so covered in him. The boys blood and his cum stretching over the small back, red and welted, so sensitive and beautiful. Oh how he loved to ruin Harry, to make him whimper and ask for more.

The man dropped to his knees, cock bobbing. He started on the untouched skin along the boys waist above his trousers. He kissed wetly and nipped at his son, listening to his gasps as he went. His hand traveled from Harry’s hip to the sensitive skin along his stomach, as his mouth traveled up his back, tounge licking hotly, slurping at the fluid.

Voldemort moaned into the skin, claiming the salty tangy residue, tounge exploring the raised canvas. The child gasped and moaned at the touch, so grateful to have his father want him this much. The fingers hovered over the jagged scars that danced from his stomach to his hip, making Harry’s breath hitch.

Voldemort lapped at the welts, bit into the muscle on the child’s back, and hummed as he kissed each wound. His hand rubbed against the boys crotch, feeling how he’d turned his child hungry to just to bleed for his father but to be touched by him. To have his hot mouth along his skin, his hands gripping him, his cum landing on him. Voldemort felt the magic flicker between them as he pleased his son, as he enjoyed every inch of the surface.

The boy was his. He’d have him here forever. Sucking up his magic, his blood, his pleasure, his pleading for more. Harry would know nothing else, want for nothing.

If it was pleasure he wanted, Voldemort would provide.

#laser answers #if you know this fic be proud of me but also no no you don’t

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hizzalot · 11 months

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SL. 34 Surprise, Surprise by @SirHizzALot

#SL34 #SurpriseSurprise #Vengeance #Hizzy

I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I realized I’d been turned into a creature of the night. Left alone, left for dead by my maker, it took me weeks before I fully figured out why the sun hurt my eyes in a way it never did before or why food didn’t satisfy all of the hunger I had inside. I craved blood or why I could hear other people's heartbeats like I was holding their hearts in my hand. For weeks I lived with this clawing feeling inside and it felt like I was starving to death. It wasn’t until a hooker found me half passed out in an alley that someone took mercy on me.

She was a human hooker who recognized the signs and told me what she knew and she made me a deal. If I helped her kill her pimp, she could get out of there and return to her son who lived with her momma in some other city. She would make sure I got the blood and info I needed to survive. ! agreed.

She had taken me to see her pimp and I had drained him for her. It hadn’t been a hardship really because by that time I was so hungry for blood that after the first drop hit my tongue I was gone to the need to feed. I drained him in a matter of minutes. Afterward, she told me all that she knew about vampires and their need to feed while she cleared out her pimps stash of cash, and jewelry, all to sell of course. She’d ended up sharing some of the money with me which had been a roll of cash and a diamond ring. That ring turns out to be worth about fifty thousand dollars.

The stuff the hustler shared with me saved my life even if it only scratched the surface of what I needed to know. However, until this day I was still grateful for what she did because what she’d told me was also what kept me alive until I found my coven. I’d stayed with my coven for almost twenty years, learning as much as I could about my species from my coven leader, and also allowed him to help me invest the money I made on that ring that today had made me a pretty dollar. Today those investments were worth a whole lot more than 50 thousand bucks in stock in a couple of different IT companies and Amazon. I took jobs as a gun for hire, and that was the money I used for staying afloat, being a creature that didn’t die, at least not as easily as humans, money was something I would need for a while. So my investments were just that investments I wanted to see grow.

To this day, Marcus, my ex-coven leader managed my portfolio. He'd tried to teach me but I was too uninterested. I would have lost it all in a matter of months if I tried keeping track of it myself. Marcus loved that shit, I gave him a cut for his trouble, even though he didn’t need it, and called it a day. With money set I was able to put all my focus for the past twenty years to hunt Rebecca-Rose and the day had come when she and I would stand face to face.

I sat in a chair tucked away in the corner of the room right behind the door. That way it would take them all coming deep inside the room and away from the door before they noticed him by scent or sight. And he wanted them, especially, her away from the door, their backs to him so he could at least take out one hopefully both of her security before they even turned around. I also wanted the escape route in case something was to go wrong. Blood rushed through me, my heart beat hard in my chest both from excitement and a little bit of fear. I was going to stand in front of Rebecca-Rose, my maker, for the first time and I had no idea what to expect. My body went rigid as soon as I heard footsteps outside the door and soon enough I saw and heard the door opening and a loud party with Rebecca-Rose in the lead came inside. As soon as the door closed I quickly shot two security men with silver bullets right in the head. It wouldn’t kill them but they would be out for about ten minutes giving me some time to decide whether to stake them or not. Rebecca-Rose twirled around her face in shock for a few seconds before it changed into anger.

“Who the hell are you!?” she hissed. I said nothing, only smiled. “Whoever you are, you are dead!” she hissed once more, her fangs showing.

“Hello maker, don’t you recognize your child?” Her face went from white to dead white in a matter of seconds and whatever she had planned to do flew out the window. She stood frozen staring at me like she had seen a ghost.

#SL34 #SurpriseSurprise #Vengeance #Hizzy

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