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A/N: Hey guys. This is my first time posting any of my writing on tumblr, but i hope it will not be my last. I want to start a series of short drabbles based off of songs i hear, kind of like song fics without the song lyrics interrupting the story. Please let me know what you think!!
Warnings: none, maybe a bit of angst. Kirishima X Fem!Reader
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You always thought the pair of you would be together forever. At least until the pair of you went to college. But, apparently it wasn’t meant to be. It all happened so fast, one day you and Kirishima had been happily talking about what your weekend plans and the next thing you know, you wee crying on your bed in he dorms with Tsu, Mina and Jiro telling you everything would be alright.
You got a text message in the middle of the night. That was how it happened. That was how he decided to end your year long relationship.
Hey, so, can we talk?
You flipped over from your back to your stomach, smiling as you responded. Of course, what’s up babe?
The thought bubble popped up indicating that he was typing. The longer it took for a response, the more nervous you got.
Mina looked up at you and sat up quickly, elbowing Jiro.
“(Y/N), what’s up?” Tsu asked, joining the other two with concerned looks you didn’t know matched your own.
You shrug. “I dunno. Kiri said he wanted to tell me something and it looks like he’s typing a lot” “That’s never goo-ouch” Mina cut Jiro off and gave her a look.
“Maybe it’s nothing” she said hopefully, but Tsu didn’t look convinced.
“Nothing good ever comes from ‘Can we talk’ followed by lots of typing”
You looked back at your phone, your worry starting to really hit you. a few more tense moments went by then finally your phone buzzed.
I don't think this is working out and I think we would be more happy with other people. Your stomach dropped as the tears flooded down your cheeks.
The rest of the night, hell the rest of the weekend felt like a dream. You finally decided you would confront him Monday in class. You prepped yourself, talking yourself up but everything crumbled when you saw him standing there with Bakugou and Kaminari.
You glanced his way and you had to fight hard to not break down. The fog returned and you spent the class staring up at the board with a blank look on your face. You could barely look at him. How could he do that to you? You thought he loved you. Apparently you were wrong.
The next few weeks were hell. You’d smile with your friends, with his friends, your classmates. Never with him. You might as well have had the plague by the way he avoided you. Did he even care? Did he know the constant pain you were in every time you saw him?
Finally, you’d had enough. You needed answers so you stood your ass up and went to find them. You marched yourself up to his dorm room door and raise your hand up to knock and you froze. Was it really worth an argument if he no longer loved you? Before you knew what you were doing, you sat down and leaned your back against his door, no longer able to keep your tears back. After a moment, you suddenly fell backwards into Kirishima’s room.
“The hell? (Y/N) are you okay?” He moved to help you up off the ground but you shrugged him away,
getting to your knees on your own.
“Like you care” you snapped, instantly regretting it when you saw the look on his face. “Why wouldn’t I care?” He asked, sounding hurt.
You felt the anger boil, all of the feelings you’ve had over the past few weeks all coming to the surface at once. “ Oh I don't know; maybe because you took my heart and smashed it to pieces and then ground them up into the dirt before running away, ignoring me and pretending nothing happened. Maybe it’s the way. You’ve been avoiding me and refusing to meet my eyes at all whenever I try to talk to you.” You couldn’t stop he emotions from spilling out like a tidal wave.
The red headed hero’s jaw dropped when you unleashed on him, flabbergasted. Then he was angry. More angry than you’d ever seen anyone besides Bakugo get. “What about me?” He practically yelled. “What about my feelings, (Y/N)? Did you stop to think how hard this was on me? Do you know how much I've sacrificed for you, to make you happy? How hard it is to sit in a room where you are? How i cant get out of there fast enough so I don't have to be reminded of you every day?”
Now it was your turn to be in shock. Your tears returned with a vengeance. “What did I do to you to make you hate me so much?”
“Hate you? Don’t you get it, (Y/N)? I dont hate you, I fucking love you. That’s why I did this. Because you said you weren’t happy. That you’d rather be with anyone else.”
The silence between the two of you was deafening.
“Ejiro, what in the hell are you talking about? I would never say anything like that, I never have.”
His face went blank.
You looked at him incredulously “Where did you hear a thing like that?”
There was more silence before he went back into his room and shut the door behind him with a slam. Before you could register what was going on, the door slammed open with such force, it left a hole in the wall. Kirishima was fully dressed now and wielding a baseball at. He took you by the hand and practically dragged you down the hallway.
“Kiri, what are you doing?”
He didn’t even look back at you but you knew he was smirking. “We’re going to class 1B’s dorm”
“What, why? It’s the middle of the night!”
“Because we need to have a little chat with Monoma!”
You made him stop right before you two got to the doors leading outside. “Wait. Does this mean we're back together?”
For the first time in three weeks, Kirishima turned and looked at you in the eyes. He pulled you into one of the best damn kisses you’d ever had. When you finally broke apart, he was smiling. “What do you think?”
You smiled back at him. “Now.et’s go kill that damn copycat ”
this is only a flop post because you don't know who Tim Misny is
Tim Misny is our local Saul Goodman style ~personal injury lawyer~ who's become kind of a local fixture because of his billboards. They started pretty straightforward:
But he became well known enough locally that he started doing this:
And finally, devolved into this:
If you wanted a modern TJ Eckleburg you COULD NOT DO BETTER than this man's fucking Dreamworks Eyebrow
I love that Jimmy Olsen is exactly the type of photographer Peter Parker pretends to be. Just bat-shit insane.
Whenever someone asks Peter how he took a picture he's like "Oh! I uh-, climmed a flagpole. Totally"
And very mortal, normal-human Jimmy is like "See, Clark, is not that weird"
I mean, look at this nutjob.
The world could be ending, lava on the streets and Jimmy would be out there photographing away. No powers, no sense of self preservation. Just khakis, a camera and a dream.
I like to imagine Peter meeting Jimmy and immediately being mortified about it.
Jimmy: –and so luckily I was able to take the picture before the building collapsed on me... Superman was super pissed at me but, photographer to photographer, it was totally worth it.
Peter: Right, no– See, this is actually my first time hearing how fucking insane that sounds. No wonder people at work look at me weird.
The bite of the cold glass window on your peaked nipples sends shivers down your spine. “Ruhn,” you mutter anxiously, “what if someone sees us?”
One of his tattooed hands snakes up the back of your neck, up into your hair as he threads his fingers in the strands. “I want them too, my love.” The other splays against your tummy, applying pressure as he thrusts into you.
“Ru!” Your hands slam against the glass window giving you enough leverage to push back into him. Meeting him stroke for stroke. “That’s why we’re fucking in the living room, at night with the lights on? So everyone can see me?”
He slides in and holds you to him, grinding himself against you. He places kisses on your back, shoulder, and up your neck. “So everyone can see us.” He whispers into your ear. His lips tickling the soft skin.
Something in your tummy flutters at his words and you rock your hips gently, making him groan. “Don’t you want them to see how beautiful you look taking my cock?”
Your heartbeat quickens. Your breathy moan makes the glass fog for a couple seconds.
He tilts your hips, pulling out and pushing backing. “Or how you look like a goddess when I make you cum?”
“Yeah-h,” you breathe.
He picks up the pace. Plunging in and out. “The way your perfect tits bounce when you pant.” You take in a deep breath, your chest straining against the glass window.
He licks your pulse point on your neck. “The way your pretty little pussy quivers around my cock.” His hand that was gripping your hip moves to stroke your clit.
You drop a hand from the window and place it atop his, urging his fingers to swirl over your clit faster. A content sigh leaves you and you close your eyes. Basking in his touch.
You fuck back onto him, skin prickling from the budding pleasure, the muscles in your tummy and thighs tensing. “Love,” he rasps.
“Ruhn.”
“Open your eyes,” he instructs. You do, exhaling sharply at the sight in front of you. Shuddering as goosebumps bloom all over your body.
Fae, angels, shifters, and other crescent city inhabitants all watch you and Ruhn. Some are on the street below, others in the building across from you. Their chests rising and falling with shallow breaths, their pupils blown wide, making their eyes look almost entirely black.
Some of them touch themselves discreetly over their clothes. Others, touch themselves under their clothes. The bolder males have their cocks out, stroking themselves. While the bolder females tweak their nipples, rubbing tight little circles on their clits.
You can’t help the smirk settling over your lips. “All their eyes are on you,” Ruhn groans. “They’re captivated by you.” You nod, before turning your head to look at him. He’s smirking too, the perfect picture of pure male satisfaction.
“Keep your eyes on them as you cum.”
“Okay,” you hum. Struggling to keep your eyes open as his fingers glide over your clit while he slams into you. “Cum with me?”
“Whatever you want, love.”
You see some of the males spill their loads while some of the females gush on their hands.
“Ruhn,” you whimper.
“Let go, I’m right behind you.”
Your hands fall to his thighs pulling him deep into you as your legs tremble. Everyone’s eyes on you setting your body alight with pleasure as you cum on Ruhn’s cock with a shattered cry. His cock twitching inside of you as his cum floods your quivering cunt.
Both of you satisfied and spent just like the males and females who came from watching you.
a/n Cracks knuckles… let’s go… 🙃 I loved writing this so I hope you will enjoyed reading it. Cause this one cracked something deep within me. 🫧🤭
request: Hiii! I absolutely love your work I think you're so talented. If you have time can I request an angsty Ruhn x Reader, maybe he gets jealous or something because she has such a bubbly personality and guys flock to her?
warning: a bit suggestive here and there, alcohol, drugs, smoking.
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Ruhn was tired. Playing pretend always drained him. For the most part, he bit back at his father, but even there were limits. And when his father wasn’t at the center of his headaches, the fact that he was a crowned prince was. Ruhn flicked the cigarette out of the open car window as he waited for the light to turn green. “Be on the bed when I get back," he typed out quickly. A slight smile tugged at his lips.
Ruhn imagined that crimson haze creeping onto your cheeks. You had been an angel when you two first met. More like a caged bird. And while the world saw him as a devil who made a good girl go bad, in reality, he had freed you from the chains that had bound you to the dark cell for eternity. And if everyone was having a fright at the sight of a cigarette or a shot glass in your hand, they could all go fuck themselves.
A ding had Ruhn glancing at the screen in his car. "Unfortunately, I won’t be able to oblige," the message read, and Ruhn frowned. He blinked a couple of times. It was usually “you’re an idiot” or a nice picture that sent him pressing his foot just a bit more on the gas. What was the reason for this? Did you get your period? But that wasn’t very likely. Ruhn could sense when the red flow was coming. And you weren’t talking about cramps. He was about to fire out a quick “because?” when another ding sounded. And a picture appeared on the dash. A growl ripped through him. Here you stood. An innocent smile, still in the dress Ruhn had watched you put on this morning. By your side stood Flynn, who looked like a lost dog, glancing at the half-made sandwich on the counter. No, this wasn’t happening. Not tonight.
Ruhn quickly dialed your phone, gripping the steering wheel tightly. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe on the other side as he huffed, “What the fuck?” The music was almost deafening. So was the sea of voices. That scraped like a nail against his mind. “Hey, hotshot, this wasn’t my idea," you chirped, and as much as Ruhn was frustrated, the sound of your voice alone made his shoulders ease. “Tell them to fuck off," he hissed. He should have moved out long ago. Gotten you two an apartment and called it a day. “I can’t do that; I don’t live here." You chuckled softly, giggling at something Flynn said. Ruhn frowned. “You are my girlfriend; you are entitled to do what you want there," he pointed out. You had refused the title. Refused any benefits dating someone like him brought. The doors it opened. It was one of many reasons Ruhn loved you. Because for the very first time, he felt more than his title. More than just a pawn in someone’s game.
"Ruhn, I am not ordering two grown men around," you said, and while Ruhn didn’t agree, he didn’t get to voice his opinion because his words got overshadowed by someone calling for you. “Oh yeah, you can find that upstairs," you said, Ruhn could hear the smile on your face. "Babe," he called out, not loving the idea that someone had managed to steal your attention from him. “Oh, no, it’s okay. Call if you need anything." From the way your voice sounded, he could also tell that you had the phone away from your ear, so he used other methods. Trusted kind.
Y/n. He spoke within your linked hearts. Feeling the fluster in your heart at his call. But his hope got crushed as soon as it bloomed. Give me a moment, Ruhn. Ruhn not even a hotshot, not a babe. Ruhn gritted his jaw. “No, liquor is on the right shelf," you said, as he listened to you try to get through the crowd of people. “Get your legs off the counter, you freak," you hissed, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged back. "Yeah, sorry, the house is full," you muttered slightly under your breath, and suddenly he was back to hating that party. Because you had woken before the sun had even been up. Studies and work keep you busy. Even if Ruhn had told you many times that you didn’t have to work,
“I am sending them to Urd and then fucking back," he grunted, making you let out a chuckle. The sound of it still made his stomach warm. “Light up, they brought shit to smoke," you sighed, and while he enjoyed a good smoke, especially if you joined him, and even more so if you both rode the aftermath together, he just didn’t want that today. “I don’t...", Ruhn had started when a loud bag came from somewhere in the house, and the place erupted in gassing shouts and angry grunting. “Fuck, got to go," you breathed. "Drive, save, baby," you muttered. “Y/N, don’t go near...”, but the line went dead. "Fuck," the princeling hissed. Oh, he was going to hang both Dec and Flynn by their balls, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
You were nowhere to be seen when he stepped into the madness of the house. Ruhn felt you, so that had to be good enough for now. You were in the house. The question, however, was where exactly that was. "Man, this is sick." Some guy clasped a hand over Ruhn’s shoulder, making the crowned prince bat the touch away stiffly. “Yeah, dude, you’re dope!" the other shouted, his eyes red as fire. There was too much substance in his body. Ruhn frowned, trying not to show the disgust on his face. “Get your shoes off my fucking carpet," he hissed in dismissal, walking past them. His frustration only grew the more he looked around for you. If not for the music, he would reach out through the bond once again. But his head was pounding, and he knew there was no way for him to concentrate enough.
Then Ruhn’s eyes fell on a small group forming near the kitchen. It wasn’t usual. If people did drugs or mixed drinks, they usually went in groups of two. Not a whole fucking sea of them. An itch inside him flared up, and he didn’t even realize it when he started walking towards it.
“So how did you do it?”, a lazy voice asked as Ruhn approached. “I just painted, silly," and that was all it took for his body to ignite. No one even matched the power your light voice had on his body. “Yeah, but that’s one big canvas," another voice slurred. Ruhn licked his lips as he stepped through the arc, and the sight was far from what he had hoped for. There you stood, a white angel in a sea of hacks. Pouncing on you for a nibble.
“I didn’t sleep, I mean," Ruhn watched as a blush on your cheeks. “Colors just guided me. It sounds insane, I know, and no, I was not high," you said sheepishly, making everyone in the room chuckle. But Ruhn saw it. The way they looked at you. They didn’t care about this. Didn’t care about your passion. Didn’t care about the spark in your eyes as you spoke of the things you loved. You were a spectacle. A pretty thing to look at. But it’s when one of them reached out to tuck the hair that had slipped out of your silk bow that Ruhn stepped forward, yanking one of the guys by the back of the shirt as he shouldered past them.
He only managed to catch a glimpse of you inhaling before his hand wrapped around your neck as he pulled you closer to him. Crashing his lips against your red-painted ones. You melted against him. He cared little for anything else as he bent slightly to grab at your thighs, lifting you and guiding you onto the counter as he spread your legs, stepping in between them. Before his fingers found your hips, he pulled you against him. "Ruhn." Your voice was breathy and weak as you wrapped your legs tighter around his middle. “Want to moan that louder?”, he teased, his lips hovering over your neck as he pinched your bum, making you squeal. “I leave you for a day and come to find you in a sea of men," Ruhn hissed with a shake of his head. You knew that it wasn’t anger. It was more lust and that sparkle of possessiveness.
“Jealous much?”, you purred, smirking as you ran your fingers over his jaw. “Don’t play with me, woman," he muttered, his hand once again wrapping around your throat as he inched closer. "Oh," you coo, “I forgot that you’re just a baby." You sighed, cupping his cheeks, but that was short-lived. One moment you were still on the counter, the other in the air and over your boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Ruhn Danaan, put me down." You wiggled in his hands. Tried to hit his chest but for nothing. If anything, that only earned you a slap on your bum and another gasp as your cheeks flared to life with red. “You...", you hissed out, but Ruhn only settled his hand on your ass, keeping the dress over your exposed bottom. Not too keen on others getting a glimpse at what lay underneath. “Don’t finish that unless you want me to spank you again," he mussed, smug as a cat as he moved through the crowd of people.
Whistling met you right by the stairs. One that Ruhn recognized, considering that he stopped. “You two are in deep shit," the crowned prince hissed, throwing a glance at his two best friends. But all they did was laugh. “Fuck it out of him, Yn, please," Dec mussed, grinding his hips in the air. “Suck one-off for the team," Flynn saluted as you three burst into laughter. It appeared that only Ruhn didn’t find that appealing. And something told you that if you weren’t over his shoulder now, friend or not, they might just taste the back of Ruhn’s hand. But he only cursed under his breath. “I will leave you two dickless," he threatened, reaching for the railing as the two man-children moaned and growled downstairs.
Ruhn was breathing heavily when he finally closed the door of his bedroom. It wasn’t from your weight. It just all started to cave in on him as he lowered you to the ground. You nibbled against his neck, pulling away to reach for the hem of your dress, but Ruhn caught your wrist, guiding you closer to him. "No," he muttered. A slight shake of his head told you that he was dead serious, too. “Did you just say no to...", You had started in a teasing tone, but there was something in his eyes that made you stop. "Ruhn," you called out way softer now, brushing your fingers up and down his arms. “Come here, darling," you said, wrapping your arms around him. He wasn’t fully open and vulnerable often. And when he was. That meant that whatever you two were doing, you were the ones who would have to carry the heavy load. Just for a bit. until he finds his footing again.
“If this is about the males, I didn’t even for a second…," you muttered against his chest, but Ruhn only grunted, “I know you weren’t interested. It’s just…” he took a deep breath, “a long day." You knew how much more those three words implied. How much more complex it was. But you also knew that the last thing he needed was you trying to drag it all out of him. “Why don’t you lay down?”, you asked softly, brushing your fingers over his lower back.
“I’m okay here," he said quietly. The hold on your body didn’t ease. “Come on, we’ll lay naked; I’ll roll you a blunt," you poked at his chest, shooting him a loving smile as you wiggled your eyebrows. Ruhn let out a slight chuckle as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. You helped him drag the material off his body, kneeling to undo his shoes. Ruhn caught your chin, pulling your head up so you would look at him through your lashes. "Fuck, it never gets old," he grunted, brushing his finger over your slightly smudged red lip. You only grinned up at him, leaning in to kiss his thigh as you pushed his pants off him all the way.
Ruhn watched you in a daze before you pushed at his chest, sending him sprawled out on the mattress. He drank every movement you made. You reaching for a bag of mirth-root, licking the edge of the paper as you finish the roll. Lighting it up and taking the first hit before handing it to Ruhn. He watched the cloud of smoke flaring around you as you reached for your dress, pulling it over your head. He could very easily die here right now. And go to Urd as a happy man if the last sight he saw was you in nothing but a black thong.
It was this exact casual intimacy that had him running at first. He was frightened to feel secure with someone like that. To have someone trust him like that. Ruhn reached out, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you over onto him. A blunt burning between his teeth. You straddled his naked body with ease. The movement was second nature by now. “What do you need?”, you asked softly, brushing some of the hair away from his face. Ruhn found himself opening his mouth but shutting it closed once more. He didn’t know. He was only aware that he needed you but was not sure how. Bent over the counter? Seated on his face? Snuggled up against him? With you holding him instead? “That’s okay, we will figure it out." You leaned in and pressed a kiss on his chest, leaving feather-like brushes over his exposed skin. “You’ll tell me when you’ll know," you breathed, pulling back up to look into his purple eyes. He didn’t answer, wrapping an arm around your back as he pulled you closer to him. Skin to skin. There was nothing between you two. You rested your face on the crook of his neck, feeling him take another drag of the cigarette in silence. His silence. One that you threaded for him. Painted it. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Ruhn realized that there was no other sound around him, just a steady beat of your heart.
a/n: finally adding Crescent City to my masterlist! written for day 3 of @polysjmweek
Movie night was supposed to be relaxing. A nice, quiet evening with your three boyfriends, a ridiculous amount of snacks, and at least one action movie that Ithan would pretend he wasn’t totally invested in.
That was the plan, anyway. But leave it to your boyfriends to take up all the space with none left for you.
You couldn’t blame them entirely, though. After a few years of dating the boys, you had moved into Ruhn’s house with them. A house that was already begging for more space after Ithan moved in, claiming the fourth and final bedroom. That meant you didn’t get your own room but cycled through sleeping with one of the boys each night instead. It worked great for you. You were never alone, and even if one of them had been busy all day, you could still snuggle with them all night to make up for it. It was a perfect situation, except for times like these.
You stared at the sectional couch in front of you. Ruhn had already claimed the left side, his legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back like the prince he was. Ithan had taken the middle, lounging like he wasn’t built like a damn tank, feet propped up on the coffee table. And Flynn was sprawled on the right, legs wide, arms stretched across the cushions like he was trying to take up as much space as possible.
You eyed the tiny open spaces between them, your bottom lip sticking out in a small pout. “You didn’t leave enough room for me.”
Ithan glanced at you and immediately read the situation, shifting slightly—barely enough to make a difference.
“You can fit,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.
Flynn patted his lap. “Or,” he drawled, “You could sit here.”
Ruhn shot him a glare. “You don’t get to hog her tonight, Flynn.”
Flynn feigned offense, gasping and placing a hand over his heart. “I don’t hog her. I just love and appreciate her more than you assholes.”
Ithan shoved him hard enough to make an audible oof.
You sighed dramatically. “Guess I’ll just sit on the floor like some kind of peasant.”
Immediately, three different voices spoke at once.
“Like Hel, you will.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Just sit on me.”
Ruhn rolled his eyes but grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto his lap before you could even argue. You yelped at the sudden movement, but he was warm, solid, and—okay, this wasn’t the worst seat in the world.
Ithan smirked. “Guess that settles it.”
But Flynn took one look at the situation and groaned. “Oh, come on. Ruhn gets lap privileges? That’s favoritism.”
Ruhn smirked. “You snooze, you lose.”
Flynn grumbled, but instead of moving over to make space, he flopped sideways so his head ended up right in your lap, his long legs draped over Ithan.
“There,” he said with a satisfied sigh. “Problem solved.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You just managed to take up even more room.”
Flynn grinned up at you. “But now I’m comfortable, and my lovely girlfriend can play with my hair.”
Ithan looked like he was about to strangle him, but you just laughed as he scooted to the other end of the couch. Ruhn’s arms tightened around your waist, and as the movie finally started, you ran your fingers through Flynn’s hair. Ithan stretched his arm toward you so he could twirl the ends of your hair.
“We need a bigger couch,” you said.
Ruhn craned his neck so he could meet your eyes. “How much bigger can it get? We already have a large couch.”
You hummed, shimmying to burrow deeper into Ruhn’s arms. “We could get a couch meant for the angels. They make them extra wide and long.”
“I know what else is extra wide and long,” Flynn chimed in, his voice slightly muffled by your thighs.
You smacked him in the head at the same time Ithan pinched his leg.
“Ow!”
Ruhn chuckled. “Told you that dirty mouth was going to get you in trouble.”
You blushed furiously, burying your face into Ruhn’s neck. “No comment,” you mumbled.
All three boys laughed.
“A bigger couch isn’t a bad idea,” Ithan said. “But where would we put it?”
You removed your face from Ruhn’s neck to respond. “We move the pool table, and then we’d have plenty of room.”
“Not the pool table,” Ruhn whined.
“Don’t tell me you’d choose a pool table over your girlfriend,” you deadpanned while side-eyeing him.
“Of course not,” he said, his tattooed hand running up and down your side. “But why do I have to choose? If my memory serves me correctly, we’ve had lots of fun on that pool table.”
“Would you stop it with the innuendos?” you said, smacking his chest. “I swear it’s like I live with a bunch of animals. Except you, Ithan. You’re tame.”
Ithan grinned. “Come over here, sweetheart. I’ll protect you from their vulgarity.”
“Don’t you dare,” Ruhn warned, but it was too late.
You crawled out of Ruhn’s lap and across Flynn, who groaned when your knee dug into his stomach. Ithan grabbed you by the hips and placed you across his lap, your back to the arm of the couch.
“That’s better,” Ithan said, placing a kiss on your temple. “No more corrupting our girlfriend.”
“Too late for that,” Flynn laughed. “She was corrupted when we had sex in the—“
You interrupted him with a throw pillow to the face. “Stop it,” you scolded. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, baby,” Ruhn said, his tone empathetic. “You’re just so cute when you blush. And you can hardly blame us for looking back on those times fondly. We’re some lucky bastards for finding such a beautiful girl who puts up with our shit.”
“I don’t put up with anything,” you retorted. “I made Flynn clean up his pigsty of a room just two days ago.”
“It was not a pigsty! It was just a little messy.”
“It was a pigsty. Smelt like one too.”
“Now you’re just being mean,” Flynn pouted.
“Oh, my poor baby,” you cooed. “Should I call your mommy?”
“I didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” Flynn smirked.
“You asshole!”
You launch out of Ithan’s lap and land on Flynn, tickling that spot under his ribs.
The sound of Ithan and Ruhn’s laughter, and Flynn’s pleas for mercy drowned out the movie.
“Ok! Ok, I’m sorry! Please!”
“Promise you’ll behave!”
“I will, I will,” Flynn swore between fits of laughter.
You relented, settling down between Flynn and Ithan. You were squished, your shoulders caved inward to make room for their massive biceps but you were so warm and cozy you didn’t mind.
Ruhn leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two bowls of popcorn, handing one off to you to share with Ithan. All four of you finally relaxed comfortably on the couch, joking about the characters’ poor decisions in the movie.
You sighed, leaning your head on Ithan’s shoulder and curling your legs to lay in Flynn’s lap. Flynn grabbed one of your socked feet and squeezed gently.
Your couch might not be big enough for the four of you, but your hearts certainly were.
⋆syn: It's your birthday! And you ask Volt and Eddie for an extra special present, two for the price of one.e.
⋆wc: 5.1k
⋆cw: m/m/afab,g/n threesome, dom/sub dynamics, erotic electrostimulation, cum eating, cum as lube, face slapping, double vaginal penetration in one hole
⋆notes: reader insert uses g/n pronouns and is not described with feminine attributes. AFAB genitalia, terms used include hole, entrance, cunt and clit. e/v masterlist.
⋆snippet:
“Oh, Eddie, just think of it.” He pushes himself back off the bar, finds the lapels of Eddie’s shirt with his hands, puts his lips only an inch away from Eddie’s. “Able to be with each other, inside of our spark. Not having to be apart when they break around us.”
Eddie’s breath staggers, and you swallow down a moan and clench your legs together. Grey eyes are dark when they turn to you, and you’re sure the lust in them is reflected in your own gaze. His voice is gravelly, hungry. “Is that what you want? For your birthday? Both of us inside you?”
electrocuted
You really should stop talking to Ben-Hwa right before going over to the club for the evening, you think.
Because all they want to do is ask - “what positions did you try last night?”, “whose cock was where this morning?”, “which tongue feels better in your mouth?” - and it always gets you far too worked up to pay attention to Open Spotlight, your mind already up Eddie and Volt’s stairs, and inside their bed.
But tonight, Ben-Hwa had asked you a very interesting question.
“What was it like, the first time having them in the same hole at once?”
You’d choked on your water, but they didn’t flinch. “What?!”
Their eyes got wide, and their smile grew. “Don’t tell me you haven’t - I can’t believe - they haven’t yet?
And then when they’d found out that tomorrow was your birthday -
Your mind is only very preoccupied when you step through the Breaker Box door, when Eddie and then Volt both kiss you hello, when they set you down at your VIP table. The acts go by in a haze of lights and applause, and when Eddie finally calls for closing, you make your way to the bar.
Eddie hands you a glass of wine, the remnants of a bottle he’s trying to throw away. “Anything exciting on stage tonight, spark?” he asks.
But your mind is not here, sitting with you at the bar. It’s already upstairs, imagining two cocks inside you.
You blink, and look up at him. “Sorry, Eddie, what’d you say?”
He huffs, fights a smile. “Did you enjoy the show tonight?”
“Oh!” You take a sip of your wine. “Yes! Always!”
He gives you a funny look as he puts a bottle back on the shelf. “You seem a bit… distracted.”
“Ah, Eddie,” Volt chimes in as he rounds the bar and throws you a wink. “I imagine they’re just excited for their birthday!”
“Ahh,” Eddie muses, and gives you a wink himself. “That’s gotta be it. We’ll have to get up to something pretty fun, then.”
Volt leans back against the shelves and puts his hands in his pockets when he asks, “Have you thought about it, darling? What you might like to do to celebrate?”
Your heart thumps heavy in your chest at the question, and you raise the wine to your lips, knock it fully back in three gulps, and slam it down on the bar.
The action has made Eddie pause mid air from putting a bottle back, the most puzzled look on his face, and Volt’s head is quirked like a dog, an amused smirk on his lips. When you flick your eyes back and forth between them, two sets of lightning brows raise in tandem - expecting, interested.
“You alright?” Volt asks, thinly holding back a laugh.
You nod, maybe a little too forcefully. “Yes. I’m fine.”
Eddie’s grey eyes narrow, studying you, trying to find what’s hiding behind your tight words. “Oookay. So. You gonna tell us what you wanna do?”
You nod again, and grip the curved wood of the bar with your fingers, hoping it holds you steady. You can only focus on the empty glass in front of you - why you’re suddenly so shy in front of them, you’re not sure, but you shove the words out of your mouth before you can think to stop them. “I want you two to take me.” Your eyes raise, pausing on Volt’s face, then Eddie’s, then to the wall of whiskey behind them. “At the same time.”
Twin brows twitch again, and they share a quick look you can’t exactly read. “Is that not… what we already do, spark?” Volt asks, a little less amusement and a little more concern on his lips.
You inhale, deep, and try again. “In the same hole.”
The crash of glass shattering fills the room, and though the offending bottle fell from Eddie’s grasp, he makes no move to even indicate he’s aware of its escape. He is so very still, titanium eyes dark, his breath level, and looking at him only makes your heart skip a beat.
So you try your luck with Volt, and though you should have expected it, he is much, much worse. White eyes shine like pure lightning, and the grin that’s formed on his lips is pure, unbridled hunger, joy - a challenge accepted, and already won.
“Oh, live wire,” he purrs, his siren song of a voice positively sinful, and he steps to the side to join Eddie, his hands coming to rest on exposed forearm. You know what they’re doing with that touch - that emotion and thought sharing thing you still don’t really understand, and the concept that they’re internally, privately, discussing your proposal is actually hotter than you’d admit it to be. “I think that’s an exceptional idea.”
Eddie finally blinks, and his chest rises and falls with a breath. You know how calculating, how methodical he is, and you can see him weighing your words on a scale in his mind. When he does speak, it’s low, and jagged around the edges. “Are you sure?”
The wine was making you sure, to be certain. “Yes,” you say, nodding your head and digging your nails into the bar.
Volt beams brighter, and Eddie’s face steels. “We don’t want to hurt you. I - we,” he pauses, slides his arm through Volt’s grip until his hand rests in Volt’s. “Neither of us have done something like that before.”
“I’ve done both holes, but -”
“Volt,” he sighs, half rolls his eyes, and Volt chuckles at the tone. “Baby, really. You sure?”
“Absolutely sure.” Because you are. Every day, you’re closer to them, their currents running through your veins even when you weren’t touching them, but you wanted - needed - to melt into them, to let their heat consume and electrocute you. Needed to be as near to oneness as you could with them. Your Eddie, your Volt. Together.
And it was your birthday, and could you ask for anything more?
Volt laughs, that delighted laugh he does that others worry borders on wicked. It sparks a heat in your core when he steps away from Eddie and leans his wide torso over the bar to you. “Our darling,” he purrs. “How thrilling.”
White eyes rake across your face, down your neck, your chest, and then back up with a flick of his tongue over his lips before whipping his head around. “Oh, Eddie, just think of it.” He pushes himself back off the bar, finds the lapels of Eddie’s shirt with his hands, puts his lips only an inch away from Eddie’s. “Able to be with each other, inside of our spark. Not having to be apart when they break around us.”
Eddie’s breath staggers, and you swallow down a moan and clench your legs together. Grey eyes are dark when they turn to you, and you’re sure the lust in them is reflected in your own gaze. His voice is gravelly, hungry. “Is that what you want? For your birthday?”
Your mouth is dry, but you nod, any apprehension gone along with your wine. “Fuck yes I do.” You stand, two sets of eyes following every inch you move. “Right now.”
Nobody has to be told twice.
Your naked body finally joins your mind on their bed, between their chests, hands on your thighs and on your waist. Both of their lips are on your neck, tongues and teeth grazing over your skin. One of your hands pulls at the coils of Eddie’s hair, the other digs into Volt’s neck, held and bound between them.
“Fuck,” you moan when they bite down, synchronized on your shoulder. “Eddie, Volt…”
Volt hums in your ear, his smirk audible. “Mm, we’re going to have to get you nice and ready for us, little wire.”
Eddie pulls away from your neck and presses his forehead to yours. His eyes are heavy, nearly black with lust, and his breathing shaky, like your heartbeat. “Volt’s right,” he says, and his voice makes your insides burn bright. “Get you relaxed, fucking soaked for us.”
“So we’ll slip,” you gasp when Volt’s hand cups your cunt, “right inside.”
Eddie’s hand finds your chin, not firm, just holding you still. A thumb runs over your bottom lip at the same moment two of Volt’s long, silver fingers slip inside you. The heat and stretch would normally make you gasp, but Eddie’s thumb slips inside your mouth, and you wrap your lips around him, tease the pad with your tongue.
Volt makes a small groan as his fingers curl inside you - he knows each inch of you, inside and out, and exactly the right ways to make you melt. “They’re already dripping, Eddie.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he huffs. “You need it, don’t you, baby?”
You nod, feebly, Eddie’s eyes boring into you, like he knows every single one of the thoughts inside you.
“That’s a good spark,” he murmurs, “always greedy for us both inside you.”
Volt slips a third finger in, gives them a good thrust, and your eyelids flutter, your knees shake. “You’re so tight, my darling,” Volt sings in your ear, “let’s change that.”
Your cunt and mouth are both emptied, and you make a sound of protest that turns to one of excitement when you’re placed in Eddie’s lap, your legs on either side of him as he sits at the end of the bed. His thick cock pokes at your stomach, the leaking pre on the tip hot against your skin. Rough hands are on your hips, and his lips find yours like a man starved, his teeth pulling at your lips and your tongue.
“Eddie,” you breathe into him, grinding into his cock, “give it to me.”
“Hmmm.” He digs his fingers into your flesh to hold you still. “You gonna say please?”
“Fuck, please, Eddie pl- oh fuck!”
He lifts your hips and forces his way inside you, no preamble, no warning, and you hold on to his biceps for dear life. His cock is so fucking thick, stretching your walls with every thrust of his hips.
(You wonder, somewhere in your mind, if this time, he and Volt will actually succeed in splitting you in two.
You’d welcome it.)
Every jolt of Eddie’s hips brings him deeper into you, and you can’t help the little moans and gasps that fall from your lips. The glow of white hair makes you open your heavy eyelids, and you find Volt wrapping himself around Eddie’s torso, his arms encroaching over his chest. You watch as his lips suck at Eddie’s neck, as his silver nails palm at his chest.
“Volt’s right,” Eddie huffs through gritted teeth, his jaw set, determined. “You.” Thrust. “Are so.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Tight.”
White eyes flit up to yours over Eddie’s shoulder, coupled with a saccharine grin, and you’re sure you’re going to burst. “Amps sake, you’ll feel so good around us, though.” Eddie’s head jerks back, silver fingers in his hair, and you stare, entranced and captive on Eddie’s cock, as their tongues swipe at each other’s lips.
You make a sound deep in your throat, one of pure want, Eddie’s pace unrelenting and the coil inside of you tightening with every drag of his cock up, down, up, down, inside you. They open their eyes, their lips not separating, loving the look of awe, of need, on your face. The smirk on Volt’s lips makes your skin flush, your clit throb.
Volt makes a small chuckle when he pulls himself away, but he uses the hold in Eddie’s hair to lean him closer to you, and you meet his lips with glee, with an all-consuming desire.
A zap to your clit makes you cry out into Eddie’s mouth. Volt’s fingers make circles around you that match the beat of Eddie’s hips, and something builds, charges in you like you’ve been plugged into a socket, and -
You explode. Crying Eddie’s name into his mouth, your nails surely breaking the skin of his arms, and little zaps continue to spark at your clit as you’re blinded by the lightning of your climax. Eddie’s hands are the only things keeping your body upright, and through the throbbing of your cunt, you feel him follow you, coating your walls with cum that burns in the most delicious way.
Buzzing hands bring you back to your body, and you’re vaguely aware of soft voices over you as four hands start to move your body somewhere new.
“Make sure nothing spills out.”
“Never, my darling.” There’s a kiss to your cheek. “We need them as wet as we can get, don’t we?”
Your back is on the bed, the sheets soft and cool on your skin, a welcome contrast to electric skin. You blink as white hair falls over your face like a veil, white eyes sparkle down at you.
“Volt,” you whimper, a plea for him, a plea for more. “Volt.”
He tsks his tongue, lightning brows arched on his forehead. “I know, sweet spark.” His hand runs down your hip, your thigh, and when it finds your calf, he starts to raise it. “You want more, don’t you?” He chuckles when you nod. “Then I’ll give it to you.”
Volt rests your ankle on his shoulder, settles himself between your legs. And just like Eddie, there are no warnings, or words of intent - he simply slips his long, heavy cock inside your cunt as if he owns it.
He does. They both do.
He fits in perfectly, lubricated by Eddie’s cum, and he hisses when he bottoms out, your back arching off the bed. He exhales when he drags himself back out, to the tip, and he grins at the shriek you let out when he thrusts back in, even further this time.
“Oh fucking fuck!” You can’t tear your eyes away from his gaze - it pins you completely to the bed, and he doesn’t break it when he pulls your ankle to his lips and plants wet, hungry kisses to your calf. His cock reaches so deep inside you, sometimes you swear you can feel it in your stomach, like he’s trying to invade every inch of you.
It’s never enough.
Powerful, humming hands run up your arms, the heat of a current growing under your skin. Eddie’s hands circle your wrists and bring them over your head, holding them steady while the rest of your body rocks with every snap of Volt’s hips.
“You look so pretty, live wire,” hey says, reverently, one of his hands brushing your cheek.
“Eddie -” you’re cut off by a slap to your cheek, not terribly harsh, but one that stings your skin nonetheless. Your wide eyes make Volt chuckle, and sparks burn under the skin of your leg.
Volt quickens his pace and leans down over you, your leg stretched even more. Every inch of your skin is alight by the fire of their touch, and you’re entranced as, above your face, Eddie starts stroking his growing cock.
“V-volt,” you stutter, voice breaking and raw in your throat, but he only fucks you faster, deeper.
“I’ll fill you up, spark.” His voice is no less bewitching even when there’s less control, less composure to it. “Fuuck me, we’re going to slide so easily inside you.”
“Yes,” you beg, you plead - you try to reach for him, but Eddie’s grip keeps you restrained. You ache to touch them, to let their power overwhelm you, but the struggle -
You couldn’t deny you loved it just as much.
“Oh amp,” Volt groans, and you know he’s close, know by how his thrusts become more erratic, how his grips becomes tighter, and with a growl through his teeth, he empties inside you, the heat of his spend spreading through your cunt, your belly. Your head is heavy, your body liquid, and you struggle to keep your eyes open.
“Hm,” Eddie’s voice echoes above you, “You’re not tapping out on us, are you?”
You wiggle your fingers, shake your head. “Never.”
“Good.”
For the second time tonight, your body is manipulated by their hands, Eddie lifting you and Volt somehow finding his way underneath you. Your back is pressed to his chest as he settles up against the pillows, and you can feel his cock, still hard and slick (a benefit of his high-powered current), hit against your folds. One of his hands finds your nipple, the other your neck, resting you perfectly against him with your legs spread wide.
Eddie finds his way between them, and he rests his hands on your thighs. Titanium eyes are still dark, still hungry, but when he finds your face, there’s something else there. The concern, the worry from earlier, you realize - it makes your heart flutter, knowing how much he cares.
“Tell us your word,” he whispers.
“Fuse,” you reply, instantly.
“You promise to use it if you need it?”
“Yes. Eddie, Volt, I promise.”
Volt kisses your ear. “That’s our good spark.” Teeth graze your earlobe. “Our little birthday darling.”
Eddie brushes a thumb over your clit, and you try not to jolt at the touch. “You gonna be good for us?” He presses down, and you whine - it’s tortuous, the waiting, the knowing what’s to come. “You gonna let us use your fucking cunt?”
“Yes, yes please, do it, fucking take me and -” Volt’s hand from your neck is over your mouth, and you groan, little zaps to your lip.
Eddie wraps a hand around Volt’s cock, strokes it once, twice, before teasing your hole with the head. It’s Volt’s turn to moan now, as Eddie guides him in slowly, each inch making the mix of their cum leak out of you and coat his length.
“Fuck,” both of them breathe, and then Eddie inhales, exhales deeply, making his chest rise and fall. “You ready, baby?”
You nod, and Volt’s hand falls back to your neck, allowing you your voice should something arise.
You feel him nudge at your entrance, push against Volt’s cock. He angles your hips a touch and presses more, the tip only just finding its way inside you. It burns, and you try to steady your breath, to keep yourself as relaxed as possible. A little more, and you claw at Volt’s hands, curses falling from your lips.
Eddie pauses, his cheeks beet red, when the tip fully joins Volt inside you, the slick of their spend easing him inside. “You okay?” He’s on a razor’s edge, you can hear it - his love for your well-being overwhelming the desire to take you in one hard thrust.
You breathe through pursed lips. “Perfect,” you whisper, wanting, needing more.
You’re more certain than anything in the world that, when he finally, finally is halfway inside you, that when they move, they’re going to split you at the center.
And you’re right.
They let you adjust, let you breathe into and relax for a moment, before Volt pulls out slowly, agonizingly, and then tentatively thrusts back inside you.
“Fucking hell, fuuuuck - Volt -” you cry, tears welling at the corners of your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Eddie moves next, knocking a tear from your eye. They find their pattern, their synchronicity, and you have never, never felt so fucking full.
It’s a fire inside you, a delicious, painful stretch and rages hotter and fire at every thrust of their cocks. You are theirs, and they are your Eddie, and your Volt, inside of you, together - it’s as if it were always meant to be like this, as if your cunt and your body were made to hold them inside you.
The sounds coming out of their mouths are sinful, uncontrolled, raw. Eddie’s steel eyes watch your face in awe, lines between his brows from concentration, and Volt’s hands squeeze your body tighter, needing every inch of you that he can handle.
They move faster now, confident in their strokes - the slaps of skin fill the little room, and your breaths mix, sweat gathering on their brows.
“L-live wire,” Volt grunts in your ear, “you, fuck, you were meant for this.”
“Meant for us both,” Eddie moans, adjusting his angle only slightly, and you feel him even deeper. “Shit, baby, we… fuck -”
“V-volt… Eddie…” is all you’re able to say, their names a prayer, a curse, falling from your lips again and again and again with the thrust of their cocks. The fire in your belly is alight in every one of your cells, clawing at your skin, aching to break free -
It releases with a scream, a sound of relief, pleasure, want that tears from your throat. You’re so full, so full already that you can’t even clench around them as you orgasm, and the fire licks at you in waves, consuming your sight and liquifying your body.
It’s a haze of white enveloping you, but through it, you manage to make a few words: “D-don’t st-stop.”
As if they’d even planned on it.
You feel them, through the haze, thrusting into you relentlessly, your orgasm relaxing your walls and pulling them in, impossibly, deeper. The fire is warm, electric, and somewhere by your ear, you can hear their lips meeting, their breaths mixing, groans echoing in each others’ mouths. But a moment later, their lips are on your neck, teeth digging into your flesh, just as their thrusts become more volatile, a little clumsy.
They reach their climax, together, with words of love in your ears and twitches of their hips. Their cum meets and mixes inside you, singeing you like the burn of their hands, filling you even more than you ever thought you could be.
It may be only moments, or it may be hours later, you can’t be sure, when you feel one, then the other, slip out of you, and drops of their spend leak out of your hole as they do. Gently, featherlight, you’re placed on your back on the bed, their bodies on either side of you, the white haze still heavy over your eyes.
But they fly open when, tenderly, you feel a long finger slip back inside you. You watch, eyes still a little blurry, as Volt brings his soaked finger to Eddie’s lips, and he takes it, licks it clean. You’re ready for it, a moment later, as Eddie presses inside you now, and offers it to Volt.
A sound unconsciously leaves your throat at the sight, and steel and white eyes look down at you in awe.
“Darling,” Volt whispers, fingers to your cheek. “Our darling.”
You swallow, your mouth dry and your throat raw. “Can, can I…”
Both pairs of eyes flash with something bright, and without a word, they move as one. Two fingers gather the mixture inside you, and then press gently to your mouth, and you take them, greedily, wrapping your lips around them, tasting yourself, tasting them.
They pepper kisses over your face and neck when they remove their fingers, bringing sensation back to your skin and waving away the haze. “Little wire,” Eddie hums, “you did so good.”
“Took us absolutely beautifully, spark,” Volt sighs. “Absolutely perfectly.”
Eddie carries you to the shower, Volt rinses off your skin with a warm towel. They sing your praises any chance they can get, how proud they are of you, how perfect you are for them. Your Volt. Your Eddie.
They settle you between them when you’re led back to bed, warm and close, as close as you’re able between their chests.
Warm, loving lips are on your cheek, your neck, as you blink awake, eyelids and head heavy on the pillow. Their morning kisses always tried to lull you back into sleep, the heat from their bodies always enveloping you better than any blanket. A set of lips presses to your forehead, and you hear them both hum.
“Live wire,” Volt’s whisper tickles your skin.
“Happy birthday,” Eddie mumbles against your neck.
You shift with a yawn, a stretch. When your eyes finally manage to creak open, Volt’s eyes are a bit too luminous to keep them that way. You shimmy back against Eddie. “Too bright.”
Both of them make small, amused sounds, and pepper more kisses on your skin. “We have some things for you,” Eddie says in your ear.
That, finally, gets your eyes to open. “You what?” you ask, still sleepy and still a bit blindsided by Volt’s eyes. “You didn’t - boys, you didn’t have to, last night was -”
“Of course we had to,” Volt soothes, running a hand over your cheek as you roll onto your back. “It's your first one with us, isn’t it?”
“And more importantly,” Eddie adds, stroking your arm, “we wanted to.”
The warmth you feel from them is more than just from their electric skin - it’s in their touches, in their kisses, in their voices and it just sings with love. Your Eddie. Your Volt.
You sit up with their help, and Volt ducks away and grabs two boxes from inside the armoire. He hands one to Eddie, and keeps the other held close, his eyes and grin shining. Eddie’s face is pink, and he can’t seem to be able to meet your eyes. It’s been a long while since you’ve seen him shy - he’s fucking adorable, and you smile when you see him bite his lip.
He turns the boxes around in his hands and places it on your lap. “For you.”
Your heart beats with excitement as you carefully undo the ribbon around it. But when you lift the lid, you’re a little confused at the sight - inside is a pair of gloves, thick like chainmail, interwoven with wires, and not exactly… fashionable.
He sees your confusion the instant your brows furrow a tick. “They’re insulating.” When you look up to meet his gaze, he also realizes that doesn’t help much. “They took a little time, for me to make them right. But, they’re meant to protect you from electricity.” A smirk teases the corner of his mouth. “So you can grab a certain someone’s hair.”
You gasp, your mouth falling open in understanding. You look immediately to Volt, and his cheeks are the faintest blue, his smile perhaps the widest you’ve ever seen. You hear Eddie chuckle, and without waiting one more second, you grab the gloves and attempt to fit them over your fingers. Eddie reaches out to help, to slip them on your hand with an ease that can only come from their makers, and when they’re finally settled, you flex your hands to test your grip.
Greedy as ever, Volt pulls himself closer to you. “Go on then, darling,” he says, excitement dripping off his tongue.
You look to Eddie, just to be sure, and he nods, hiding his smile with a few fingers to his lips.
You exhale, a little shakily, and carefully bring your hands to his jaw, cupping him before slowly, tentatively, letting your fingers fall into the white lightning bolts of his hair.
They slide in, easily, the pieces parting between your fingers. Both you and Volt let out little sounds of shock, bewilderment, your eyes and his never parting. You delve your hands a little further and grab a handful, holding all you can between your palms.
Volt’s lips are on yours faster than light, his hands finding your waist and pulling you in close, and you tighten your fists. Even if you can’t feel the strands on your skin, you can feel their heat, their power, buzzing in the wires across your knuckles. It’s more than you could’ve ever asked for, this closeness to him. And it’s all thanks to -
Eddie, you think, and you pull away from Volt and try not to roll your eyes at his groan. You turn your head to find Eddie, watching with soft eyes with his chin in his fingers.
“Well?” he asks, and Volt chuckles.
“I think they work,” you respond, not able to fight the smile that comes as you speak. Volt’s hands on your waist give you a slight push, and you begrudgingly remove your hands from his hair so you can reach for Eddie.
His touch is proud, humming with absolute devotion, and when you kiss, neither of you are able to contain your smiles.
“Thank you,” you whisper into his lips.
His steel eyes shine just like Volt’s when he makes a hum in the back of his throat and pecks your nose. “Don’t forget someone else’s gift, now.”
You fake a gasp, pull away in mock offense. “How could I? Forget about our Volt?”
White eyes wink at you while you pull the gloves back off, and a new box is placed in your lap, wrapped in shiny gold paper, and inside -
“Oh,” you breathe, “Volt.”
It’s a bracelet, solid copper, the pieces braided like wires and wrapped with a larger piece that takes them all together. Beautiful, intricate. It’s warm to the touch, which maybe should surprise you, but nothing about the heat that comes with proximity to these men is a shock anymore.
Volt is eager, almost like it’s his own present, as he says, “It’s pieces of my cuffs, and Eddie’s necklace.”
“What?” It’s basically a whisper as it leaves your lips, and as you look up at him, your vision is only slightly blurred by tears forming along your waterline.
“Eddie had to teach me how to bend the wires.” He reaches into the box and takes it out, then finds your wrist with his other hand. “It’s certainly not my forte, but,” he gingerly slides it over your knuckles, and holds your hand when it settles on your wrist, “I think it came out alright.”
Alright? It was perfect, gorgeous and delicate and made from them. It hummed with warmth, that same warmth you felt from their touch on your skin, from the love in their kisses.
“Volt,” you swallow down the lump in your throat, his name already carrying so much weight. “I love it. I love it so much, I -” You find Eddie’s eyes, then Volt’s, unable to stop on either of them. “I love you both. So fucking much, you two, I -”
Twin kisses to your cheeks silence you, two pairs of hands come to hold you between them, two sets of fingers fiddle with your bracelet. A reminder you’re theirs. But more importantly, they are yours. Your Volt. Your Eddie.
And could you ever ask for anything more?
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Notes:
the look they give reader while they're riding Eddie is based on this work by @ironic-orange
(Part 1? lol)This got more ridiculous than I intended but here we are, a little rujinu aquarium date shenanigan inspired by @galaxyspeaking ‘s great aquarium date concept! I have a part 2 sketched out that’s more romantic and sappy but we’ll see if and when I get to it 🐠
“We’re both wearing a mask. Sure, I recognized her but there’s no way she knows it’s actually me, she’ll never know, it’s fine” dad at a masquerade × “We’re both wearing a mask. Sure, I recognized him but there’s no way he knows it’s actually me, he’ll never know, it’s fine” daughter at a masquerade
