hey! i wanted to make a post regarding my ask box and what's okay to send there, things like that :)
first and foremost, my ask box is always open! i can't promise that i'll answer every single one, but i'll try! furthermore, sending a request does not guarantee that i'll write it.
my ask box is also open to brainrot, headcanons, questions for me, blurbs, etc.! i've been trying to interact with the fandom more, so that would make me really happy :)
if you are sending a request, please be sure to read the rules/disclaimers before doing so.
rules/disclaimers:
• i won't write rape/noncon, underage, incest, excessive gore, piss, scat, or vomit
• eddie and volt are my favorites and the ones i'm most familiar with, but i'll write for other dateables as well! just be sure to check the list of dateables i won't write for
• i currently only do canon x reader and canon x canon, no ocs at the moment!
• ficlets will be short blurbs, usually under 1k words unless i really like your idea and get carried away lol
dateables i won’t write for: (nothing wrong with any of them! ((except dishy fuck dishy)) just personal preference)
hey anon! i’d be happy to write it, but you’re gonna have to be a little more specific :) it doesn’t have to be a long drawn-out idea, but a short little plot will do! also just letting it be known that i have no experience writing transmasc characters, but i’m willing to give it a try!
oooh can you do some fluffy aftercare with eddie, volt, and livewire/reader? i really need fluffy content of them rn
ask and you shall receive! :)
warnings implied smut, mentions of sex, gender neutral reader, this is just fluff really
fluffy aftercare with eddie and volt
You snuggle deeper into the comfort of your lovers’ bed, sighing contentedly with warmth enveloping you on either side.
You’re half on Volt’s chest with Eddie pressed against your back, his arm slung over your waist as his calloused hand rubs circles into your hip while Volt runs his fingers through your hair.
“How are you feeling, Livewire?” Volt murmurs into your hair.
Thoroughly spent, you can hardly even open your eyes as you answer. “Like my body’s made of fucking Jello.”
Eddie chuckles, the sound coming from deep in his chest and vibrating against your back. Volt coos gently, his other hand coming up to stroke your cheek.
“Awww, poor little spark. Did we tire you out?”
Your eyelids flutter as you lean into the touch, letting out an affirmative hum.
“Well,” Eddie says, “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed then, hm?”
You think you nod, but you aren’t sure. You’re fighting the urge to fall asleep right now just as you are, despite knowing how gross you’d feel in the morning. Whatever little movement you make seems to get another chuckle out of Eddie, before the feeling of his warmth suddenly disappears from the bed as you hear him leave the room.
You whine at the loss, nuzzling your face further into Volt’s chest. He rubs your back soothingly, shushing you.
“Eddie will be right back, my dear,” he reassures you, “We can’t have you going to bed in such a state now, can we?”
“Mmm, I guess not,” you say, finally finding the strength to pick up your head and look at him.
The soft smile on his face paired with the affectionate look in his eyes has your heart doubling in size, giving you the boost you need to shakily raise yourself up on your forearms to kiss him.
Volt returns the kiss easily, shifting slightly to make you more comfortable as his arms wrap around your waist. Your lips move lazily against his—
“I was literally gone for less than a minute.” Eddie’s voice resounds from behind you, the faux annoyance in his tone doing little to hide the sheer fondness dripping from his words.
The interruption causes you to break your kiss with Volt and throw a sheepish grin Eddie’s way. “We weren’t doing anything.”
Eddie scoffs, walking over with two rags in his hands. “Right. Any longer and I would’ve walked in on round two.”
“Oh, amps sake, no!” Volt gasps. “Not when our Livewire is so exhausted.”
“Uh-huh…” Eddie says, clearly not believing him. He hands Volt a rag and they both get to work.
You lie back for them, allowing your eyes to slip shut again as the two of them clean you up. The feeling of featherlight kisses being peppered along your skin tickles you as they go, and you think you could fall asleep like this.
They each lay a kiss upon your lips, and then you hear them kiss each other, bringing a smile to your face.
They finish soon enough, and you find yourself reaching out for them as they settle back into their places at your sides. This is often how you fall asleep—sandwiched between your two partners, utterly worn out and in total bliss.
“Goodnight, my darlings,” Volt says sleepily.
“Night,” Eddie mumbles against your neck, pressing a sweet kiss there.
You can’t help but smile once again, telling them goodnight before drifting off to sleep in their arms.
summary you and volt have a bit of fun after the breaker box closes for the night
warnings coming untouched, sub leaning switch volt, gender neutral reader, praise kink
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The Breaker Box has been closed for what seems like hours at this point, but upbeat music still flows from the speakers and keeps the empty bar feeling lively as you and Volt glide across the dancefloor together. Laughter spills from your mouth as Volt twirls you to and fro dramatically, a dazzling smile on his face as he does so.
“Jeez, are you tryna send me flying across the room?” You giggle, squealing when he pulls you towards him.
Volt chuckles. “Well, if that’s what you want I can—”
“Don’t you dare!” You laugh, clutching him tightly as he pretends to throw you. He lifts you off the floor, your feet dangling as he spins the two of you around before dropping you down again.
You feel a pair of eyes on you from behind the bar, which could only belong to the one other person here besides you and Volt. Turning your head, you meet Eddie’s gaze, tossing him a smile over your shoulder. He rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth betrays him by quirking up into a small smile.
Volt notices as well, grinning as he extends a hand towards him. “Care to join us, darling?”
Eddie laughs softly. “Nah, looks like you and Livewire are doing enough dancing for all three of us.”
With a playful pout, you’re fully prepared to try and convince him, but Eddie keeps speaking.
“Besides,” Eddie says, hesitating, “I think I’m ready to call it a night. You two wouldn’t mind, uh, closing up, would you?”
Your eyebrows shoot up as you share a look with Volt. Eddie’s actually choosing to rest instead of fulfilling his remaining duties? You’ve never been happier to get turned down.
As much as you’d love to force Eddie to dance with you, it’s an absolute miracle that he’s taking care of himself for once—an opportunity that cannot be passed upon. You and Volt have been trying to get him to take a break for ages now, only to be brushed off each time.
Volt must be thinking the same thing you are, because he lets the surprised expression on his face quickly relax into one of contentment, giving Eddie a nod. “Of course.”
“Yeah, don’t even worry your pretty little head.” You say teasingly. “We’ll take care of everything, go get some sleep.”
Eddie scoffs as he walks over to you, the hint of red tinting his cheeks becoming more visible the closer he gets. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Goodnight.”
He presses a quick kiss to your lips, then turns to Volt to do the same before retreating to the door behind the bar that leads to their apartment.
“My, my,” Volt says, astonishment clear in his tone, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say we’re making progress!”
You nod with a hum of agreement. “Mm-hm, finally. I was starting to think he’d wear himself out again at this rate. I’m just glad he’s learning that it’s okay to take a break, you know?”
“Well…” Volt trails off, his eyes meeting yours with a faint smile. “We have you to thank for that.”
Warmth floods your face as you bite your lower lip to suppress a cheesy grin. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
You look away, unable to respond. Admittedly, Volt’s smooth talking does still fluster you from time to time—no matter how much you think you’ve gotten used to it.
The two of you sway together as the song comes to an end, one with a much slower tempo following directly after. A shift in the atmosphere comes with it, the moment feeling a lot less silly with the sensual melody serenading your ears and wrapping the two of you up in your own little bubble.
You’re the only ones here now, but you feel like the only two people in the world as Volt reminds you of your proximity by tugging you impossibly closer. His hands caress the sliver of exposed skin of your waist where they lay, leaving tiny electric shocks in their wake.
“You do believe me, don’t you?”
“Hm?”
“That we have you to thank.” Volt says like it’s obvious. “For—well, everything, really.”
“Now you’re just laying it on thick.” You laugh quietly, sliding one of your hands from around his neck down to his chest. You slide your index finger along the collar of his dangerously unbuttoned shirt, delighting in the shiver it evokes from him.
Volt manages to maintain his composure, slouching down to press his mouth against your ear. “I might be. But even so, would you allow me to…express my gratitude for all you’ve done for us?”
He pulls back just enough for his breath to fan across your lips, his gaze falling upon them as well. You raise your eyebrows, slipping your hand into his shirt through the unbuttoned gap to run your fingertips down his bare chest. A small noise escapes him this time as he leans further into you, leaving little to no space in between your bodies.
“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” You ask, dropping your voice low.
He doesn’t respond in words, just a hungry look before diving forward to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. You nearly stumble back from the force of the collision, grasping the collar of his shirt to both steady yourself and meet his kiss with just as much fever.
His hands are everywhere, dragging up and down your body in exploration. Volt’s kisses are always full of passion, but there’s something different in his energy tonight—there’s desperation, as if he’s trying to devour you. The intoxicating flavors of cherry and rum dance across your tongue, mixing well with the aftertaste of the piña coladas you drank.
That is how you got here, after all—having convinced Volt to have a drink with you while on the clock. It hadn’t really taken much convincing at all, as much as Volt loves to pretend it’s the other way around, you always have him in the palm of your hand.
It’s clear by the way he thinks he has control over the situation right now as he backs you up until one of the bar tables is pressed against your lower back, smirking against your lips as if he’s won.
Adorable.
You retaliate by ending the kiss abruptly, ignoring Volt’s whines of protest as you pepper kisses down his jawline. Volt’s grip on you tightens as you press your lips against his neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure with your teeth before running the tip of your tongue right over the area.
Volt’s breath hitches, his head tipping back to give you better access. You hide your grin in the crook of his neck before pressing your mouth to his ear, just as he did to you moments ago. “What is it, baby? Is there something you want?”
Volt groans. “My spark, I want you to let me pleasure you….”
“Oh, but Volt,” You coo without an ounce of mocking in your tone, “making you feel good does bring me pleasure.”
You cut off his next objection by returning your lips to his neck, this time sucking lightly and relishing in the little gasp that escapes Volt. His hold on you becomes bruisingly tight as you work on his neck, leaving a trail of marks along the side of his throat. He’s made it known how much he loves when you and Eddie stake your claim on him, having no shame in unbuttoning his shirt an extra button to show off the pretty marks with pride.
Not to mention how much the act of sucking the marks into his skin gets him unbelievably worked up, if the way he’s now not-so-subtly rutting his hips into yours is anything to go by. You can feel the outline of his hard cock against your pelvis, practically begging to be freed.
So perhaps you’re a bit cruel for exploiting his weakness, but reducing Volt to nothing more than a whimpering mess is just so much fun.
You use Volt’s dazed state to your advantage, spinning him around until he’s the one being pressed into the table. One of his hands suddenly leaves your waist, flying to brace himself on the table behind him.
“Quite eager tonight, aren’t we?” Volt tries to say confidently, but his voice comes out strained. “Though I can’t say I’m complain—mmh!”
You palm his cock over his pants, pulling away from his neck to take in the expression on his face. “I think it’s safe to say you’re the one who’s eager, my love.”
The look Volt gives you is downright needy, his electrifying eyes half-lidded and pleading while his tongue shoots out to lick his parted lips.
“Livewire,” Volt whines, “please.”
“Please what?”
Volt seems torn by the question, like he’s trying to decide if he should give in or put up a fight. You bat your eyelashes at him innocently, your other hand traveling back under his shirt. He inhales sharply when your finger delicately starts to circle around his nipple, and you can see his resolve crumbling before your very eyes.
“Touch me.”
“Hmmm…” You pretend to think about it. “No.”
Volt isn’t above begging; you discovered that very early on in your escapades with him and Eddie. He may need a little push from time to time, but once he wants something he’ll resort to just about anything—including making himself look utterly pathetic. Saying he knows no shame would be an understatement.
You interrupt him before he even has a chance to plead with you. “I wanna get you all worked up—have you squirming in my arms until you can’t take it anymore, and then I’ll finally touch you.”
A pained noise sounds from somewhere deep in Volt’s chest as he throws his head back. “Why must you torture me so?”
You grin, grabbing his chin to pull him down until your lips are mere centimeters apart. “Because you love it.”
Your lips meet once again, this time your hand finding the nape of his neck to tangle your fingers in his long white hair. You dig your teeth into his bottom lip as you tug on his hair a bit, fighting back a smile when Volt moans. Goosebumps form around his hardened nipple, which you tease by narrowly avoiding it, tracing around it yet not really touching the way he clearly wants you to.
You’re enjoying this far too much, though you can’t find it in yourself to be even slightly ashamed. Not when Volt makes such pretty sounds and falls apart so beautifully for you beneath your touch. You could stay here for hours, torturing him with delicious pleasure that just isn’t quite enough.
Fortunately for Volt, you aren’t that cruel.
“You know,” You say against his lips, “You don’t just have me to thank. Eddie and I should both be thanking you as well.”
Volt mewls, his hand returning to your waist to grab a fistful of your shirt. “T-There’s no need for that, Livewire.”
“But there is,” You insist, pulling his head back by his hair to admire the work you’d done on his neck before diving in for more. You whisper sweet nothings and words of praise as you nip and suck at his fair skin, needing him to hear every single word you have to say. “You do so much for us, my love, it’s about time one of us shows you some appreciation.”
“Darling…” Volt gasps. “Please—I can’t—”
“If Eddie were here he’d say the same exact thing.” You lick a stripe up the side of his neck to his earlobe, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear. “We love you so, so much. You’re always so sweet and understanding, I think you deserve a little reward, don’t you think?”
“P-Please, I need—”
“I mean, look at you!” You say, pinching his nipple. “Taking everything I give you so gratefully. Such a good boy for me…”
“Fuck!”
Volt pulls you flush against him, his head falling forward into the crook of your neck as he cries out your name. Your jaw drops at the feeling of sudden warmth as Volt’s hips thrust into yours, realization setting in when he stills completely.
“Volt…” You start, awestruck. “Did you just…?”
A moment of silence passes before Volt groans against your shoulder in affirmation, causing a wide smile to spread across your face. You gently drag him up by his hair to make him look at you, your eyes sweeping over the red flush dusting across his cheeks.
“I—” Volt cuts himself off, huffing indignantly. “Amps sake, this is quite embarrassing…”
You lean in for a quick peck, soothing the pout on his face. “No, no, it’s not embarrassing at all! It’s kind of a confidence boost, actually.”
“Is that so?” Volt asks, his demeanor shifting. “Seeing how cocky you’ve been all night, I wouldn’t think you’d need a confidence boost.”
“Well, I wouldn’t use the word cocky—”
“In fact…” Volt interrupts you with a devilish smile that could only mean trouble. “I think it’s your turn now, Livewire.”
summary you walk in on eddie in the middle of a very private moment
warnings masturbation, mutual masturbation, getting caught, accidental voyeurism (just for a second), thigh riding, orgasms, gender-neutral reader, reader is afab
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“Volt?” You call out as you step foot into the bar owned by your two childhood best friends, The Breaker Box. You’ll never get used to seeing the place so quiet, it’s always so lively and bustling with people, but today is Sunday. The bar closes early on Sundays, and Volt had asked you a few days prior to come over after close so the three of you can hang out.
Even with all of your busy schedules, the pair still makes an effort to spend time with you, and vice versa. You’ve drifted from quite a few people over the years, and you refuse to let that happen with these two. Therefore, weekend hangouts have become a bit of a routine for you—whether that be watching a movie at their place, having dinner at yours, or occasionally going out someplace together, it doesn’t matter.
So, it isn’t the first time you’ve been invited to their apartment of course, but one—or both—of them are always there to greet you when you come in. This time, however, neither Eddie or Volt are anywhere to be seen when you arrive.
“Eddie?” You try again, only to be met with more silence. They left the door unlocked, so one of them has to be nearby, right?
You walk further into the bar, looking around for any signs of life.
Nothing.
Shrugging it off, you make your way to the back, where there’s a hallway and set of stairs that lead up to Eddie and Volt’s apartment. You quickly check your phone for any updates from Volt as you ascend the stairs, finding that he hasn’t messaged you at all.
Your eyebrows furrow. What are the odds that he forgot?
It’s not unlike Volt, unfortunately. He’s a busy man, and he interacts with so many people on a daily basis that you wonder how he even remembers anything at all.
Once you finally reach the top of the stairs, you try the apartment door. It’s unlocked, opening immediately for you as you pop your head inside to look around. The place is seemingly empty, which confuses you even more. There’s no fucking way they’d leave the bar and their apartment unlocked when neither one of them are here.
You step inside, shutting the door behind you.
“Hello?” You attempt once more, frowning when you get no response yet again. Now you’re annoyed. Did they actually forget about you?
Just as you’re about to turn around and head back downstairs, your phone chimes with a new text.
Volt
livewire!!!
so sorry i forgot to tell you
i had to make a trip to the grocery store
but don’t worry eddie is home!!!
i’ll be back soon :)
You roll your eyes fondly, chuckling as you type a reply, assuring him that it’s all good before shoving your phone back in your pocket. Great, so it’s just you and Eddie for now…
Damn you, Volt.
Not that Volt knows, but you’ve liked Eddie for years now. Maybe even since you were kids, if you’re being honest. And while you’ve gotten better at hiding and repressing your feelings over time, you still can’t help but feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush whenever the two of you are alone. Part of you does actually suspect that Volt knows and that he’s doing this purely to torture you.
You shake your head to rid it of the ridiculous thought. There’s absolutely no chance Volt wouldn’t tease you relentlessly if he did know, you’re sure of that. The handful of times you’d brought partners to The Breaker Box to meet your friends were evidence enough of that—Volt was utterly unbearable every single time.
So, this isn’t a case of Volt being cruel, just the universe apparently wanting you to suffer.
Figuring Eddie must be in his room, you slip your shoes off, leaving them by the door and beelining down the hallway until you’re in front of Eddie’s bedroom door.
“Hey, Eddie—” You freeze, your mouth falling open while all words fail you as you open the door and your eyes settle on the sight in front of you.
Eddie’s laid out on his bed, and would be fully clothed if it wasn’t for the fact that he has his pants and underwear pulled down, his cock out as his hand strokes it. There’s a red blush high on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted and his hair a complete mess.
His head snaps over to you, wide-eyed as he curses and scrambles to cover himself with a blanket.
“Shit!” Eddie struggles to say between panting breaths, his voice rough and deep. “Sorry, I-I didn’t hear you come in.”
The sound of his voice along with what you just saw goes straight to your core, making you fight back an embarrassing noise threatening to creep up your throat as you squeeze your thighs together. You think you see Eddie run his eyes along your body, but you must be imagining things.
“Yeah, um—” You start to explain, stammering over your words, “Volt invited me over so we could all hang out but, uh, nobody answered and the door was unlocked, so I just…let myself in?”
Eddie just stares at you, probably waiting for you to leave like a normal person, but you find yourself unable to move. It feels like your feet are glued to the floor, your brain replaying the short glimpse of what you’d seen over and over again in slow motion.
“Sorry, I should probably just—leave you to it!” You apologize, but you still make no move to leave.
Eddie continues to stare at you, raising an eyebrow. “Well?”
“What?”
“You’re still here.”
It’s then that you snap out of it, blindly reaching behind you for the doorknob as you nearly trip over your own feet. “Sorry, sorry! I’ll go.”
“Wait,” he says, stopping you in your tracks.
You slowly meet his eyes for the first time since you barged in, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Yeah?”
“Were you…enjoying the show?” Eddie asks, pointedly looking at where your thighs are still pressed together.
Your face heats up as you subconsciously shift your stance, folding your arms over your chest. It’s still jarring to you how much Eddie has changed over the years; he used to be so shy and easily flustered, which you and Volt would constantly exploit and tease him about.
But, over time Eddie has grown more comfortable and confident in himself, to the point where he’ll tease you back or even playfully flirt with you. With Volt, you’re used to the flirtations and smooth talking, but with Eddie it always throws you off. Whether that’s because of your feelings for him or simply because you aren’t used to it, you’re not sure.
You realize that you still haven’t said anything when you notice that Eddie is looking at you expectantly, and all you can do is nod your head vehemently in response.
“C’mere then.” He beckons you over to his bed, your feet dragging across the carpet as you stumble forward until your knees hit the edge of his bed. He looks up at you, steely eyes boring into yours while his hand comes up to gently touch your waist.
“Lie down.”
Not needing to be told twice, you carefully lower yourself onto the bed next to him. You lie on your back, looking over at Eddie as you await further instruction.
He waits until you’re situated, then starts pulling the blanket on his lower half off agonizingly slowly. Your breath gets caught in your lungs, watching as the blanket moves lower and lower until Eddie’s cock is finally uncovered. His hand wraps around it, giving himself a few languid strokes. He’s still hard, and wet with what you can only assume to be saliva and the sight makes you involuntarily dart your tongue out to wet your lips.
Eddie’s eyes scan over your face, drawn to the movement of your lips. His unoccupied hand reaches over to run his thumb along your bottom lip, that red blush from just moments before returning to his face. “…Can I?”
You could almost laugh. In fact, you do laugh a little, a small giggle escaping against your will. Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as you rush to speak before he gets the wrong idea.
“You’re blushing.” You tease. “You literally told me to come over here and watch you jerk off without batting an eye, but asking to kiss me got you all nervous?”
He looks away, letting out an embarrassed scoff. “What, you’re making fun of me now?”
“Maybe just a bit…”
“God, you’re insufferable.”
“Well then why don’t you—”
You’re interrupted by Eddie pulling you towards him by the chin to smash your lips together, and you’re more than happy to shut up. He’s surprisingly gentle with you, save for his rough hand gripping your jaw to control the kiss. You turn slightly to be more on your side, propping yourself up on your forearm and facing him so you can slip a hand behind his head to tangle your fingers in his hair.
He groans into your mouth, the low sound only adding to the wetness that already formed in your panties. You twirl a strand of hair around your finger and tug it lightly for a moment before trailing your hand lower, down his neck and chest until you get to his lower abdomen.
Right when you’re about to take him into your hand, he grabs your wrist and stops kissing you, just enough to pull back and rest his forehead against yours.
“No,” he says, his lips ghosting over your own, “I want you to touch yourself, too.”
Now’s your turn to be shy, your eyes anywhere but Eddie’s face as you bite your lower lip. “Fuck, Eddie…”
Eddie hums. “Maybe some other time, Volt’ll be home any minute now. We gotta be quick.”
You don’t even have time to playfully chastise him for that stupid joke, because in an instant he’s kissing you again, this time with a hunger that renders you thoughtless as he guides your hand over to the waistband of your sweatpants. Your hips buck up to seek his touch, but he releases your wrist and pulls his hand away.
Desperate for friction, you yank the drawstring of your sweatpants until they come untied, slipping your hand into your underwear. You gasp against Eddie’s lips when you feel how wet you’ve gotten from just kissing, gathering the slickness on your fingertips as you start to slowly circle your folds.
Eddie’s tongue swipes across your lip, to which you slightly open your mouth for him and allow him to explore. He all but devours you, making delicious little noises that you swallow down greedily. It seems that Eddie is very skilled with his tongue, and it doesn’t take much for you to imagine how well that mouth of his would feel on other parts of your body.
The thought of Eddie between your legs and eating you out like you’re his last meal has you whimpering and grinding up into your own fingers, thinking about how those gray eyes would look gazing up at you and how his stubble would feel against your inner thighs.
You moan at the mere image of it, and you suddenly need more. Deep in your pleasured haze, you throw your leg over one of Eddie’s, reeling it in until his firm thigh is pressed against your pussy and crying out as you grind against him. You break the kiss to bury your face in Eddie’s shoulder, grabbing the back of his neck with your free hand for leverage as you hump his leg with reckless abandon. You’ll probably be so embarrassed by your actions later, but right now you couldn’t give less of a fuck—not with how good you’re feeling.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” His name flies from your lips in a series of breathless moans, looking down to where his hand is now stroking his cock rapidly.
“Fuck—” Eddie sounds fucking wrecked, like he’s barely holding on. “You’re so—so fucking hot, Livewire. You have no idea, huh? No idea how fucking long I’ve wanted this—wanted you.”
You whine, your hips moving even faster as you strain yourself to form a coherent sentence. “Me—me too! So…fucking…long!”
“I was thinkin’ about you,” Eddie hisses through gritted teeth, “Before you came in—fuck, and when you walked in on me I knew that’d probably be my only chance, I always chicken out.”
It’s too much, it’s all too much; his words and your fingers on your clit and his thigh rubbing right where you want him most—
“Oh my—” You cut yourself off as your breath hitches, your eyes rolling back into your head. “Eddie, fuck, I need…”
He tilts his head to kiss the side of your neck, his breath fanning across your ear. “Go ‘head, come for me.”
You ball up a fistful of his shirt as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your jaw unhinging in a silent scream as you ride out your high against Eddie’s leg.
Eddie makes a sound close to a growl, a husky groan of your name as he sinks his teeth into your neck. You let out a sob, your eyes shifting just in time to see white ropes of cum shooting from Eddie’s dick, his hand slowing down while you catch your breath.
The silence that follows is unnerving, the only sounds being both of you breathing and panting. You gingerly detach yourself from Eddie and scoot over to put some distance between the two of you, taking your hand out of your pants.
You decide to take a chance and cut into the tension, nervously looking down at the bed as you fidget with the drawstring of your sweatpants. “Well, that was…something.”
“Something?” Eddie repeats incredulously, scoffing before chuckling a bit. “Cute.”
Your eyebrows knit together as you look at him, cocking your head to the side. “I don’t…?”
“What, you think I just said all—that for shits and giggles?” Eddie asks.
“Well, I don’t know! You could’ve just been, like, talking dirty or whatever!” You exclaim.
Eddie full-on laughs at this, his head falling back against his pillow. You pout, not understanding what’s so hilarious to him.
“Allow me to make it perfectly clear, then.” Eddie says, cupping your face with his clean hand. “I like you. Have for a while, actually.”
You fail to fight the smile off your face. “I like you, too. In case you couldn’t already tell.”
“I think I got the gist. What was it you said again—?”
“Okay!” You cut him off, laughing. “You really wanna go there? Because you said—”
Eddie shuts you up with another kiss, which is quickly interrupted by the sound of the apartment door slamming.
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