An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I was gonna post this on tumblr but it’s too long so read up on AO3!!
Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Alex (Stardew Valley) & Reader, Alex/Male Player (Stardew Valley)
Characters: Alex (Stardew Valley)
Additional Tags: Trans Male Reader, Gym Sex, improper use of workout machines, Mild JOI, switch Alex, Switch Reader, Lovey dovey sex, himbo alex, Semi-Public Sex, Almost Caught, and harvey is there for some reason, Reader Has Top Surgery
Summary: Today's workout with Alex's ends a bit differently than you expected.
Summary: Your first time with Chance didn't go exactly as you expected, but you couldn't have asked for better.
It had been a couple of weeks since you had officially started dating Chance, and you couldn’t be happier. You’d both been busy with midterms, but things had finally settled down, and Chance would be over any moment for a movie night. You scrambled around, desperately trying to find the remote. Everything was in place– blankets, snacks, pillows. Everything but the damned remote, which you were sure you had left on the coffee table. In a last-ditch effort, you get on your knees to look beneath the couch as there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in!” You call, swiping your hand underneath the couch and finding something. Chance walks up behind you, pausing next to you.
“What are you doing?” He asks as you stand up, holding the remote up triumphantly. Chance’s eyes drop to your chest, and he flushes before returning his gaze to your eyes. In your effort to search, your button-up had come undone, revealing part of your bare chest. You rush to cover yourself up, feeling your face burn up.
Before you started dating, you and Chance hadn’t been shy about sex. You often talked about what you were into, the things you had never tried but had been interested in. As your feelings grew deeper, though, you stalled the conversations to push your feelings away. Now? Sex feels like an untouchable subject. Not that you don’t want to talk about it, you’re just not sure how to broach the subject.
You toss the remote to Chance, hearing it clatter on the floor as you run to your room to change. Emerging in a t-shirt, you were sure you wouldn’t have a slip-up like that again. Chance was settled on the couch, a blanket strewn over his lap. He stares at the screen, face red and looking like he is off in his own world. He startles a bit as you sit down, grabbing the remote that was still on the floor. You turn on the TV, scrolling to whatever streaming service pops up first.
“Do you have any movies in mind?” You say, trying to ignore the embarrassment of what happened earlier. Chance clears his throat, fiddling with his bracelets.
“Not particularly.” He murmurs, reaching for a bag of candy. You click through some movies, settling on one your friends had recommended. It’s quiet for a bit, but you decide to scoot closer to Chance. You curl up against his side, and he rests his arm against your shoulder.
The shame of Chance seeing your bare chest fizzles as the movie continues, replaced by a pleasurable sleepiness. You sling your legs across Chance’s lap, scooting even closer. Chance’s soft breaths lull you to sleep, and your eyelids flutter shut before you can stop them.
You wake with a start a while later, Chance’s soft snores greeting you. Turning to the TV, you see that the movie has already ended. Your joints pop as you stretch and yawn, nuzzling your head against Chance. He slowly wakes, turning to you and rubbing his eyes.
“Didn’t realize I fell asleep.” Chance murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You turn to pull yourself further into Chance’s lap, nuzzling his neck and breathing in the scent of him. It had become a familiar scent, and a quickly loved one. Chance lets out a soft noise, rubbing your back. You lean over to straddle his legs, wanting to be as close as possible to your lover.
Chance lets out a strangled noise at this, and you feel something pressing against your crotch. You sit up, face burning, but unsure what to say. Chance mirrors your expression, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.
“I’m sorry, I-” He stammers, hands hesitating on your hips.
“It’s… it’s alright.” You say, staring into Chance’s eyes. His eyes dart everywhere but your own. You’re not sure how to approach this, but you can’t keep ignoring Chance’s boner with arousal rising in your own body.
“You’re hard.” Chance lets out a surprised yelp at this, face somehow turning redder.
“That’s… straightforward. But, yeah. Um, I guess I am.” He says, avoiding your gaze. “I’m… sorry?”
A smile spreads across your face, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. Your face doesn’t stop burning as you lean in to kiss Chance. He hesitates, but softens into the kiss after a moment. You pull away, looking over Chance’s half-lidded eyes and parted lips. You would ravish him if he let you. Or worship him. Or both.
Before you can get ahead of yourself, you clear your throat. “Why?”
Chance’s brows furrow, and it takes him a moment to realize what you’re asking. “Why am I hard?”
You nod, tracing your thumb along Chance’s jawline.
“You’re so… formal about this.” Chance lets out an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through his hair.
“I’m the worst at this, huh? I’ve never done this… sort of thing before.” You let out a laugh of your own, settling your head on Chance’s shoulder. He rubs your back, sighing softly.
“I had a dream about you.” Chance murmurs. “It was… It was like I walked in on you again, but things went a little differently.”
Your eyebrows raise at this, and you lift your head to look up at Chance. A smile plays at your lips as you trail a hand into Chance’s short hair.
“How did it go?”
“Well…I was… I pinned you against the couch and we… oh, you know!” Chance huffs, exasperated.
A grin cracks across your face as you watch Chance struggle to explain. “We what?”
“You’re awful.” Chance pulls you in for a kiss before he can try to speak again. You gently grind against him, eliciting a moan from him.
Chance breathes deeply as he pulls away. His brows almost touch with how hard he furrows them, and you reach up to smooth away the concern.
“What is it?”
Chance closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath. He looks at you, finally brave enough to meet your gaze. “I… I want to have sex with you.”
A shudder runs through your body at his boldness. You smirk, cupping his cheek. “Now who’s being formal?”
Chance’s fingers tighten against your hips. “I want to fuck you. Is that better?”
Your face flushes, and you feel your dick twitch in your pants. Chance has never been one to shy away from sexual topics or profanity, but something about the words makes you squirm in his lap. Chance groans, tilting his head back.
“O…okay.” You whisper, almost overwhelmed by your arousal.
“Okay, you want to have sex?” Chance’s voice mimics yours, low and husky.
You laugh, shaking your head. “Yes, Chance, I want you to fuck me.”
Chance takes a quick breath, releasing it with a huff. “Okay, cool.”
Neither of you moves for a moment, waiting for the other to make a move. At the same time, you lean in to kiss each other, bumping noses. You groan, hand rushing to touch your nose. You manage to hit Chance as your hand rises, and you can’t help but laugh.
“We’re not good at this.”
“Not at all.” Chance laughs in return, pressing his forehead to your collarbones. He moves his head to rest his ear on your chest.
“Your heart is racing.”
“I’m nervous, okay? You know I’ve never had sex before.” You huff, ruffling his hair. Chance pulls away to look at you, eyes wide.
“Did I know that?” He says, looking away as if to search his mind for that information. “I guess… I don’t know. What about that one guy you were talking to?”
“That went nowhere. He was a bad kisser anyway.”
“Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” Chance’s eyes are still wide as he looks up at you.
You chuckle, resting a hand on his cheek. “I don’t know, I might have to kiss you again to see.”
Chance gently presses his lips to yours, motions hesitant. You kiss him like this for a moment before taking charge and sliding your tongue into his mouth. He lets out a low groan, fingers tightening against your hips to pull you closer. You gently grind against him again, kissing him deeply. His tongue meets yours, moving in time perfectly with you. It hits you that this is the first time you’re actually making out. And grinding on him. And you’ve agreed to have sex with him. You’re almost dizzy with the awareness of everything. Chance is the first to pull away, licking his red lips as he looks up at you.
“What’s your verdict?”
“Yeah. You’re… good at that. Really good.” You smile, head fuzzy with the potential of what’s about to happen.
“Good. I’m glad.” Chance gives you a soft smile, butterflies scattering in your stomach. You gaze into his eyes for a moment before he clears his throat.
“I’ve never had sex before either.” He admits, shifting you onto his lap. You nod, running a hand through your hair.
“I know. You’ve told me.”
“So, I might be bad at this.”
“I doubt it.”
“But… I just don’t want you to think less of me if I am.” A small pout forms on Chance’s lips, and all you want to do is kiss it away. You nod again, resting a hand on his cheek. Chance leans in, nuzzling your hand and kissing your palm.
“I won’t. We’re in this together, alright? Promise we’ll tell each other if it’s anything less than amazing.” You offer a pinkie finger, smiling at Chance. He wraps his pinkie around your own, pulling your hand in to kiss your knuckles.
You stand up, reaching a hand out to help Chance off the couch. “Shall we?”
Chance takes your hand, his boner apparent in his sweatpants. You don’t realize you’re staring until Chance grabs your chin, turning your gaze up to his face.
“Hey, my eyes are up here.” He feigns anger, but the upturn of the corners of his lips betrays him.
You let out a burst of nervous laughter, and Chance soon joins you. You bring him to the bedroom in a fit of giggles, lying back on the bed and covering your mouth to hide your smile. You always thought your first time would be romantic and smooth, and this was anything but that. Not like you’d have it any other way, though. Anything with Chance would be perfect.
Chance crawls on top of you, knees spreading your legs apart to settle between them. He traces a finger along your jaw, leaning in to kiss your neck. You let out a happy sigh, hands resting on Chance’s hips. He trails his lips down your neck, humming softly as he goes. Chance repeats the actions on the other side of your neck, the gentle kisses making the hairs on your arm stand up. You pull Chance up to kiss him again, and he grinds against you. A gasp escapes your lips, and Chance grinds against you harder, emboldened by your noises.
“Can I…” Chance murmurs, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. “Can I give you hickeys?”
You nod, almost laughing at the formal request. It eases your nerves to know that Chance isn’t too anxious to ask for what he wants. He gently tugs at the collar of your shirt, kissing the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.
“Here?”
“Mhm.” You breathe deeply, waiting for the slight pain and pleasure. All you feel is Chance basically making out with your neck. It’s a nice feeling, but definitely not what you expected. You have to fight not to giggle, not wanting to make Chance embarrassed.
“Have you done this before?”
“...no. Is it obvious?” Chance’s face is red as he looks at you, an innocent look in his eyes. You break, letting out another fit of nervous laughter.
“That bad?” Chance laughs, shaking his head. You scoot out from underneath Chance, gesturing for him to lie back in your place. You settle on top of him, straddling his hips.
“You look good like this.” You smile, kissing Chance’s cheek and hearing only a huff in return.
“Fine, fine. This is how you do it.” You lean in, kissing the same spot on his neck as he did yours. You gently lick before pressing your lips against his skin, sucking softly. Chance lets out a loud moan, hips bucking against you. He writhes underneath you as you suck harder, determined to leave a good mark. You pull away panting, and Chance’s eyes are wide as he looks up at you.
“You got that?” You grin, pleased with how easy Chance is to rile up.
“God, I… yeah, I think so.” Chance’s eyes are full of adoration and lust, sending a flush through your face.
“Try again.” You scoot up, exposing your neck for Chance. He pulls you in, softly sucking on your neck. He’s a bit hesitant, but is doing much better than his first attempt. You let out small moans and whines, grinding against Chance. He pulls away with a soft “pop,” looking up at you for approval.
“Yeah, that was… perfect.” A grin spreads across Chance’s face at this, and he pumps his fist.
“Critical hit!” He cheers.
You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Oh my god, you fucking nerd.”
Chance laughs in return. His laugh has always been beautiful to you, but it seems even more so now. The intimacy of the moment is heightened by the nerves between you. You trust Chance, and you know he trusts you. Nothing can go wrong as long as you feel safe with him. Even if he is truly bad at sex, something about needing to guide him through it turns you on.
Chance looks up at you expectantly. “What now?”
You chew your lip as you try to think about what the most natural next step would be. More kissing? Slowly undressing each other? Your deliberation is put on pause as you feel Chance grind against you. Fuck taking it slow, you need his mouth on you.
“Suck my dick.”
Chance chokes on his spit, his eyes growing. “Huh?”
“I want you to suck my dick.”
“Okay.” Chance eagerly sits up, throwing you off-balance. You stumble to lie underneath him. Chance pulls off your pants, hesitating at your boxers.
“They need to come off, too.” You chuckle, pressing your fingers to your lips to hide your smile.
“I know!” Chance huffs, slowly pulling off your boxers. He spreads your legs, eyes trailing over your bareness. You should feel embarrassed by how hard he’s staring, but it makes you even more aroused. The man you’ve been pining after for so long finally sees you like this. Your thoughts are cut short with a lick to your dick.
“Chance-” His name falls from your lips, and you buck your hips against his tongue.
“Like that?” He looks up at you, his red glasses slipping on the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, like that.” You trail a hand through his hair as he runs his tongue along your sex, making your dick twitch in his mouth. Chance’s eyes flutter shut as he sucks your dick, doing far better than you ever expected.
You grind into his mouth, and Chance’s hands wrap around your thighs. He keeps your hips pinned in place as you gasp and moan. His tongue circles around your dick as he sucks, causing you to lose any self-control you hoped to maintain.
“Chance- god, yes. Oh my- you’re so-” A string of profanities and moans comes from you as Chance looks up to meet your eyes, looking for approval. You pant, hand resting at the back of his head.
“You’re doing so good.” You murmur. Chance’s eyes close again, and he sucks harder, sliding a finger against your heat. You lean into his touch, swallowing thickly.
“You can put a finger in.” You whisper. Chance hesitantly slides a finger inside you, making you whine. The slight burn fades quickly and is replaced by pleasure as he curls his finger inside of you. You writhe against him, gasping and moaning.
“How are- how are you so good at this?” Your fingers tighten against the sheets as Chance pulls away, lips shining.
“Please don’t make fun of me.” Chance murmurs, cheeks red. “I did research.”
A smile crosses your lips at the admission. “What… kind of research?”
Chance rubs a hand against his forehead, pressing his lips together. “I normally don’t… watch porn or anything, but one night I just couldn’t stop thinking of you, and I thought maybe that would help. But all I could think about was doing all of that stuff to you, and I kept watching and imagining that it was you I was fingering and your dick I was sucking.”
Your eyebrows raise as Chance rambles, avoiding your gaze. The thought of him not being able to sleep because he was so turned on by the thought of you causes arousal to grow within you. You pull Chance up so you’re face to face, and you lean in to kiss him. It’s soft and passionate, and you can taste yourself on his lips. Chance grinds against you, the fabric of his sweatpants shifting against your sensitive dick. You pull away and pull off your shirt, leaving you entirely naked. Chance leans back to get a proper look at you. He trails his hand down your chest and your stomach, eyes full of admiration.
“You’re beautiful.” He murmurs. Chance is looking at you like you’re sculpted by the gods, and you’re overwhelmed by the attention. You reach up to try and cover your chest, but Chance stops you.
“You don’t need to hide.” Chance leans in, kissing along your collarbone. His lips trail down to your chest, gently licking and leaving hickeys as he goes. He’s getting more confident, causing you to writhe underneath him. Chance makes his way down your stomach, hands resting at your sides. He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded. The lustful gaze he gives you makes your stomach turn in anticipation.
“Can you…” Chance struggles to get the words out. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.
“What was that?” You reach out to stroke Chance’s cheek, and he leans into your touch.
“Can you suck my dick?” He barely whispers the words, but your heart jumps anyway.
“Of course.” You shuffle around so that Chance is lying down, and you undress him quickly. Upon seeing his body, you give him the same treatment, eyes scanning every inch of him.
You always expected you’d love seeing Chance’s body, but now that it’s real, you’re almost overwhelmed by how attractive he is. His body is a mix of toned muscle and fat. You knew he often worked out, but you were still surprised by how much muscle was visible. You run your hand down his skin, feeling the warmth beneath your fingers. His chest softly rises and falls as he watches you admire him. He nervously chews his lip, reaching up to stroke your hair.
“You’re gorgeous.” You say, leaning in to kiss his chest. Chance’s hands rest on your hips, leaning in to press his chest up against you. He lets out small noises, gasping and whining as you kiss all over his torso.
“God, I’m so hard.” Chance whimpers, panting as he looks down at you. You make your way to his dick, gently grabbing it.
His dick is an average size, but girthy. You gently lick the tip, drawing out a groan from Chance.
“Oh my- gods above.” Chance gasps, shifting beneath you. You slide your mouth onto him, twisting your tongue around his tip. Chance places his hand on your head as you move up and down, taking as much as you can. Chance gasps and moans as you travel the length of his cock with your mouth.
Chance suddenly gasps, pushing you up. You look at him, worried.
“What’s up? Did I do something wrong?”
Chance’s face is scrunched up, and he looks like he’s focusing really hard on something. You shift against him, accidentally rubbing against his dick. Suddenly, Chance grips your shoulders, body tensing. You can feel his dick twitching, his cum hitting your chest. Chance moans loudly, heaving breaths, shaking his body. After what feels like a long time, Chance lets out a deep breath.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cum that early.” Chance’s face is bright red, and he’s avoiding your gaze. You lean up to kiss his cheek.
“There’s no need to apologize.” You murmur, kissing along his jaw. Sure, you were surprised by how quickly that all happened, but nowhere near disappointed. The look on his face as he orgasmed was enough to please you for the night. Chance gives a small pout, still not looking at you.
“I didn’t want to disappoint you. I had hoped I would be perfect for you, that this would be perfect.”
“Chance,” You whisper. “This is perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything better.”
Chance sighs, pulling you close. He nuzzles his nose against your hair, breathing deeply.
“You’re sure?”
You smile, reaching out a pinkie. “Promise.”
He wraps his pinkie around yours, pulling your knuckles close for a kiss again. You could get used to that little move.
“Let me clean us up.” You stand up to grab a towel, returning and gently wiping yourself and Chance down. Setting the towel aside, you snuggle close to Chance. You’re happy to stay like this for the rest of the night, but Chance speaks up.
“I’m still… I’m still hard. If you’re not too disappointed by my performance to fuck me.”
You let out a huff of air, smiling. “I’m not disappointed. But… you’re sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.”
Chance grabs your face, planting a kiss on your lips. He smiles softly as he pulls away, running a thumb along your cheek. “I want to fuck you. Please, let me fuck you.”
You feel your dick twitch at his words. You wanted him to fuck you more than anything, but you were still worried that Chance felt the need to prove himself. Chance seems to notice, leaning in and kissing you again.
“I want to. I swear. I’ll roll critically this time.”
A burst of laughter comes from you as you lean in to kiss all over his face. “You fucking dork.”
“I’m your dork.” Chance grins, grabbing your face to kiss you again. He slowly shifts you around, settling between your legs. He lines himself up at your entrance, gently pressing in.
“Are you ready?” He murmurs, watching your face. The stretch with him barely pressing against you has you a bit concerned.
“Just… go slow.” You whisper, gripping onto his shoulders. He nods, slowly pressing in.
It’s painful, but pleasurable. You let out short breaths, getting used to the girth of his cock. Chance leans in to kiss your chest before fitting himself in fully. You moan, digging your nails into Chance’s back.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He groans, nipping at your neck. As soon as the pain begins, it fades.
“Fuck me. Chance, please fuck me.” You beg, grinding against him. Chance slowly starts moving, thrusting into you.
A new noise escapes you with every little move. Chance thrusting, nipping at your neck, kissing your chest. You feel like you should be ashamed of the noises you’re making, but it all feels too good to care. Your fingers trail down to stroke your dick as Chance fucks you deeply.
“Am I doing okay?” Chance pants, leaning back and gripping your hips. The new angle hits even deeper, and you let out a loud moan. You hope the people in the dorm next to you aren’t home.
“Yes- more than okay.” You gasp, feeling yourself tighten around Chance. “I’m already close.”
Chance nods, eyebrows furrowing. “Me too. Cum with me?”
All you can do is nod back, eyes fluttering back at how overwhelmingly good it all feels. Chance thrusts harder, fingers squeezing your hips.
“Kiss me.” Chance murmurs with desperation, leaning in to kiss you deeply. Your tongues touch as you feel yourself nearing the edge, about to fall right over.
“Chance, I’m going to-” Before you know it, you’re cumming. The world seems to darken around you, and your ears ring as Chance groans against you. You can feel him twitching inside you, but you’re frozen in pleasure. Your orgasm seems to last forever, but the world eventually settles around you, and your heart stops racing.
Chance runs his hands all over your body, exploring every inch. You both breathe deeply, coming down from the throes of pleasure. You pull Chance close, resting his head against your chest. He pulls himself out of you, curling up so he’s fully pressed against you.
“That was amazing.” Chance murmurs, leaning into your hand as you gently scratch his scalp.
“Yeah,” is all you can say in return, brain still fuzzy. You gently kiss Chance’s head, wondering how you’ve lived this long without him lying on you like this.
The night hadn’t gone exactly like you’d imagined, but you couldn’t have asked for better. A sleepy, satisfied feeling overwhelms you, and you close your eyes. You drift off, feeling happier than you could have imagined.
A/N: taking a break from volt and eddie to write a cute piece about chance :) this is a quick one so apologies for the brevity
Summary: You've been in love with your DM for a while now, but tonight things come to a head.
“The room darkens around you as the lights are suddenly blown out. The sound of footsteps around you is the only noise you can hear from the intruders. Roll for initiative!”
The group around you groans, grabbing their D20s to roll. You can’t seem to focus as your party calls out their numbers, eyes trained on Chance’s hand. It peeks out from behind the DM screen, forefinger flashing with a new ring. Chance’s fingers drum on the table, noting the numbers he’s hearing. Your eyes stay trained on his fingers, imagining what he could do with them. Trailing along your body, sliding into your mouth, moving inside-
Your train of thought is interrupted by a kick under the table. Snapping out of it, you see a smirk on Chance’s face. You blink and turn to your dice, rolling your D20.
“Seven. Plus three, so ten.” Your face burns, and you stare down at your dice, the eyes around the group moving to Chance.
Chance continues the game, and your eyes burn a hole in the table. Determined to pay attention to this session, you listen intently. Even though you’re not staring at Chance, his voice keeps you out of the game. He just gets so excited about the roleplay that it bleeds into your mind.
Despite your effort to stay focused, you realize you’ve zoned out again as Chance clears his throat. You glance up at him, cheeks flushing.
“What’s your move?”
“Um, I…” You stare down at your sheet, remembering just enough about your circumstances to stammer out a plan of attack. Chance nods, rolling the dice and calling out the damages done.
The session continues, and you do your best to stay invested in the game, rather than the man behind it. You manage to keep up, but aren’t as involved with the roleplay as usual. Everybody in the group notices, giving you space. The game seems to drag on, and is only ended when one of the party members speaks up.
“This has been fun, but it’s getting a bit late,” someone says. Your attention has been trained on your dice for a while, stacking and messing around with them, so you don’t know who it is. You’re grateful for the reprieve, though, quickly packing your bag and standing up. Before you can leave, Chance grabs your arm.
“Can I talk to you?” He murmurs, pulling you aside. The rest of the group packs up, chattering as they file out. You’d much rather be on your way home right now, but Chance’s grip isn’t letting up. He holds you gently but firmly, like he’s afraid you’ll run. Chance had been your best friend for a while, and you’re not surprised he’s a bit concerned.
You met Chance in your freshman year of college through a DND group. Technically, you had started it with him. A month into classes, you were struggling to make friends until you saw a flyer tacked onto a corkboard in one of the buildings you frequented. It advertised a new DND campaign, listing a date and a location on campus. You ignored it at first, but as the date neared, you took a picture of the flyer and told yourself to finally step out of your shell. Right before you were supposed to leave, you were sitting on the edge of your bed. The idea of meeting a whole group of people overwhelmed you. But you had to meet people one way or another, right? You’ll go once, and if it sucks, you’ll never show up again.
Forcing your anxieties away, you made your way to the room listed on the sheet. Upon opening the door, you see a flustered man behind a stack of papers. He looks up at you as you enter, a grin spreading across his face.
“Hi! Oh, I’m so- sorry, I’m just-” The man stands, knocking papers down as he rises. The papers were scattered across the floor, making the stranger more flustered than he already was. He frantically leans down to pick up the papers. Maybe he’s just as nervous as you. You glance around the room, realizing the two of you were alone. The thought of being alone with someone new makes you just as anxious as being with a whole group of people, but you reach down to help pick up the papers anyway. Character sheets and lined notebook paper with scribbled notes stack up in your hands, and you set them on the table. The stranger stands up, pushing his glasses up. His face is red, and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“What a horrible introduction,” He laughs nervously. He stretches his hand out to you, and you can see a slight tremble. “I’m Chance.”
You smile awkwardly, introducing yourself as you shake his hand. Your hand is clammy as you pull away, and you wipe it on your pants, unsure whether the sweat is from you or Chance.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Chance sits down at the head of the table, sorting through his papers. A few quiet minutes pass between you as Chance sorts out his papers. Nobody arrives, and you check the time to see it’s long past when the flyer listed the start. Chance clears his throat, checking the clock and turning to you.
“Well, it seems like you’re the only one coming.” Chance chuckles awkwardly.
“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” You offer. “I’ve never played DND before, and getting right into a game would be pretty overwhelming.”
Chance’s eyes light up at this. He sits up straighter, rifling through his papers. He pulls out a character sheet, setting it in front of you and scooting close.
“I’d be happy to explain it to you! Knowledgeable players are good, but it’s even better with new players. It’s like they’re untainted by bad DMs and can find love for the game in a fun way.” Chance grins, pointing to the character sheet, beginning to go over all the numbers.
Time passes as Chance explains the game, helping you create a character and preparing you for what might happen in a session. There’s a knock at the door, and someone peeks their head in.
“Just wanted to let you know you’re reaching the end of your reserved time.” The stranger says as you and Chance look up. Chance nods, scooting his chair away to pick up the mess you’ve made. He stacks his paper as you put the dice in a bag, holding it out to Chance.
“Take them! It’ll be a nice memory. I mean, I hope you think this was fun and educational. I hope I didn’t unload too much on you.” Chance laughs nervously.
“It was great. Thank you for your help.” You smile at Chance as you stand. He smiles back, packing his overstuffed bag. The two of you leave together, chatting as you walk.
“Where are you headed?” Chance asks as you leave the building.
“Edwards Hall.” You nod towards the large building across the campus.
“Me too! What floor?”
“Floor 3, north side.”
Chance’s eyebrows raise. “Me too. I’m surprised I haven’t run into you yet.”
“I don’t leave my room very often.” You chuckle, keeping your steps in time with Chance. He’s quite a bit taller than you now that you’re standing together. You have to pick up your pace to keep up with him.
The two of you continue the conversation easily as you walk towards your dorm. Tonight has been so much better than you expected, and you’re happy you found the courage to come, even if nobody else showed up. Eventually, you reach your door, pausing to say goodbye. Chance glances at your door, eyebrows raised.
“This is yours?” He asks, smiling.
“Yeah. Home sweet home. Well, for as long as I’m on campus.”
He points to the door next to yours. “That’s mine.”
“Seriously? So it’s you that’s been blasting medieval music late at night.” The walls were pretty thin, so most noises carried through. Chance laughs nervously.
“It helps me get into the zone. Being a DM is no easy feat.” Chance puffs his chest out. You chuckle and shake your head.
“Tonight was a lot of fun. Thank you.” You offer a small smile to Chance, who gives one in return.
“Thank you! I love getting new people into this game, even if it was just us today. Maybe I’ll see you next week, same time?”
You nod eagerly. “I’ll be there.”
Chance smiles softly, face flushed. “I’ll see you, then.”
He turns towards his room, fumbling a bit with the keys. You step into your dorm, collapsing on your bed. You were looking forward to next week.
You’re brought out of your memory when Chance’s hand lands on your shoulder. A concerned look on his face greets you, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed together.
“Are you alright?”
You nod, refusing to face his eyes. You’ve had a crush on him for a while now, but it’s become overwhelming. It seems obvious to everyone except Chance. The man in front of you grabs your chin, making you meet his eyes.
“What’s wrong? You can tell me.”
“Seriously, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me.” You give Chance a halfhearted smile, and he softens a bit.
“If you say so. Are you ready to go?” You and Chance had made a habit of walking back to your dorms together, but you were hoping to dash out before he grabbed you. Not that you didn’t want to walk with him, you wanted that more than anything. You were afraid that you’d finally gain the courage to make a move. Risking your friendship was the last thing you wanted to do.
You nod, walking out of the room with Chance on your heels. Your walk is normally filled with chatter, but tonight it’s silent and tense. Halfway through the walk, Chance speaks up.
“Can I show you something?” He says softly. You nod, following him as he goes off the path. Chance leads you to a small bridge, pausing and leaning against the rail. The moon shines down on you, illuminating Chance’s face. You’re struck by how beautiful he looks under the light of the moon and the stars. What you wouldn’t give to grab his face and just kiss him. You almost gain the courage to do it before Chance turns to you, smiling softly.
“I love this spot. It’s a good place to sit and think.”
You look around, breathing in the night air. The small river beneath you glimmers in the moonlight, and the trees sway softly with the breeze. It’s such a romantic spot, and you’re surprised you’ve never come across it before. Chance clears his throat, gently picking at the splintered wood of the rail.
“I have something to say, and I’m sorry if this is dumb. Please tell me to shut up if it’s too much.” Chance murmurs, turning his eyes back to the river. He clears his throat again as your heart hammers in your chest.
“I… I think I’m kinda in love with you. Well, I don’t think, I know. And maybe I am in love with you, but it’s a big feeling and scary to admit.” He chuckles nervously. “I’m just… I’ve never done this sort of thing before. I don’t know the… proper way to do it.”
Your heart races as you look at Chance. He refuses to meet your eyes, looking down at the rail. Your gaze trails over him, the beautiful man lit softly by the moon. His jewelry sparkles, the usual dice bracelets and his new ring glittering. You don’t think you could be more attracted to him at this moment, and you want to voice your mutual feelings, but you feel frozen.
“You’re not saying anything.” Chance says, turning to you. His face is flushed, and you’ve never seen him more nervous.
“I’m sorry, I just… don’t know what to say.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, words caught in your throat.
Chance lets out a breath, hands trembling against the bridge’s rail. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear. I just don’t think I could miss the opportunity to see if you feel the same way.”
“I just-”
“No, I’m sorry. This was dumb. I shouldn’t have-” You cut Chance off by grabbing his face and kissing him. He freezes at first, but softens against you after a moment. His hands rest on your hips as he meets your kiss, returning your motions passionately. You’re the first to pull away, breathing deeply. Chance’s eyes are half-lidded, his entire face flushed. He lets out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair.
“So do you-”
“I’m sorry I-”
You speak at the same time, laughing as you’re both cut off. You rest your head against Chance’s shoulder, breathing in his cologne. He smells of old paper and pine, and you’d love to do nothing else but stay here forever.
“I take it you feel the same way?” Chance murmurs, resting his hand on your waist. You nod against him, letting out a breath.
“Yes. Very much so.” You say, looking up at Chance. He smiles down at you, sending a rush of adoration through you.
“How long?” He whispers, running a hand through your hair. You lean into his touch, trying to remember the first time you felt butterflies in your stomach.
“Probably… that time you came over to my dorm to work on a new session. I was trying to do homework, but I couldn’t focus with you there.” That night was a fond memory. You remember Chance meticulously flipping through his notebook, scribbling down everything he thought of and asking for your opinions.
“Me too.” Chance laughs, stepping back to look at you. “Is that why you were off tonight?”
You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
Chance presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, sending a shudder of pleasure through you. His touch is so soft, and you’re not sure how you could manage without feeling it again. Your hands trail into his hair, scratching his scalp. You’re not sure how long you stay like this, the air growing cold, but you’re feeling warm in his presence.
After a while, you lean in to press another kiss to Chance’s lips. It feels like you’re kissing forever, but when Chance pulls away, even that feels too soon.
“We should probably get home. I have an exam tomorrow morning that I can’t miss.”
You begrudgingly step back, turning back towards the main path. Chance walks next to you, slowing his pace to drag out the walk. You talk a bit as you walk, feeling alight with everything that has happened. Chance slips his hand in yours, squeezing gently as you stroll across campus.
Once you get to your dorm, Chance turns and gives you one last kiss before parting. He smiles softly at you, fumbling to grab his keys.
“I’ll see you later?”
“I’ll be here.” You smile back, entering your dorm and collapsing on your bed, feeling the same joy you did the first time you met Chance.
A/N: HI okay apparently i forgot to post this on tumblr but here's a fluffy one
Summary: A short fic about learning to take care of yourself when you're sick.
“God, that’s grating.” Eddie groans as your alarm goes off. His voice is muffled, seeming far away as you blink your eyes. It only takes a moment for your head to start pounding, but it comes on so suddenly that your ears start ringing.
“We’ve got to change it.” Volt groans as he turns it off. He turns to you, gently nuzzling against your neck. Eddie does the same, wrapping his arm around you to hold onto Volt as he plants a kiss on your forehead. You can never get enough of their attention and right now you’re basking in it despite your throbbing head.
“You’re so warm.” Volt murmurs, lips brushing your skin. Eddie murmurs in agreement but pauses.
“A little too warm.” Eddie places his hand to your forehead. “You feeling alright, my love?”
You sigh as you lean into his touch, still half-asleep. “I have a headache.”
Eddie clicks his tongue after a moment. “I think you have a fever.”
A groan escapes your mouth as you curl up between your lovers. You’re so warm and comfortable, but the thought of being stuck in bed while they work makes you feel bad. You’re not particularly known for taking time off, even when you need it.
“I can’t have a fever, I’m supposed to help out at Breaker Box today.” You mumble, burying your face into Eddie’s chest as Volt snuggles close to you. Maybe you can convince them to let you join them anyways?
“We’ll be fine, live wire.” Volt murmurs, stroking your arm. “Take the day off.”
“You know I’m not good at that.” You moan, turning around to face Volt. He pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. His white hair falls around his face as he gently strokes your cheek. You’d gladly stay with them all day, despite the piercing pain in your head.
“Seriously.” Eddie murmurs, sighing as he sits up. “We’ll be alright. You always tell us to take care of ourselves, now it’s your turn.”
Volt follows suit, sitting up and stretching. You groan, trying to pull them back down. Eddie chuckles, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss before leaning over you to give Volt one.
“Go back to sleep.” Volt murmurs as he pulls away from Eddie, rustling your hair. You huff and push his hand away, sitting up. Wincing, you put a hand to your head as the room spins around you.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Eddie raises his eyebrow, pushing you back down.
“With you.” You groan, turning to bury your face in your pillow.
“You’re staying right here, love.” Volt chuckles as he slides out of bed. Eddie follows him, stretching. You take the opportunity to give his ass a smack and he yelps in surprise.
“Still as live as always.” Eddie chuckles, grinning at you. He walks around the bed to meet Volt, kissing him softly. His hand trails up Volt’s side, resting at his waist. Volt reaches up to cup Eddie’s face and you smile. You’ll never get sick of seeing your lovers’ gentle shows of affection.
“Giving me a show?” You grin, sitting up again. Volt pushes you back down without breaking the kiss and you whine.
“This is so not fair.” Groaning, you pull the sheets up around you. “I can’t believe I have to sit here while you have all the fun.”
Eddie huffs playfully, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. Volt joins him, kissing your cheek. The softness of their touches contrasts the sharp pain still very present in your head.
“We’ll be back later.” Eddie strokes your hair before stepping away to get dressed. Your eyes stay trained on him as he pulls on his clothes and Volt joins him.
“You’re staring.” Volt chuckles, tucking his shirt in. It feels like everything he does is so graceful, down to the simplest things.
“How can I not? The two most handsome men I’ve ever seen are giving me a show. Though, I’d like it more if you were taking the clothes off.”
“That’ll cost you.” Volt grins, turning to playfully pose with his ass facing you. You chuck a pillow at him and he jumps in surprise.
“Feisty as ever.” He murmurs, his velvet voice sounding like music to your ears. What wouldn’t you give to have him accompany you on your day off?
Eddie dips out of the room, returning with a glass of water and advil. You gladly take it, swallowing the advil with a large gulp of water.
“How’d you know I needed this?” The throbbing in your head intensifies and you wince.
“That.” Eddie cups your face. “You always make a face when you’re in pain.”
“Didn’t know I was so easy to read.” You lean into his touch, kissing his palm.
“We know you well enough. Besides, you never ask for help. I think we’ve learned how to read what you need on your face.”
Your eyebrows furrow and you huff. “I know how to ask for help.”
“You’re getting better at it.” Volt smooths his vest down, glancing at you. “There’s still something to be desired though.”
“You make it sound like I’m a child.”
“Not a child.” Eddie runs a hand through his hair. “Just… someone who’s used to doing everything themself.”
“And that’s coming from someone who’s been in your place before.” Volt walks around to Eddie, wrapping his arm around his waist. “You help us so much. Let us help you.”
Looking between your lovers, you feel less patronized and more adored. They’re right, though. You have a hard time accepting help when you need it, and even more when you don’t need it. It’s always been difficult asking anything of others, but it’s become easier with Eddie and Volt.
“We’ve got to go, love.” Eddie leans in to give you one last kiss. Volt does the same, smiling softly at you.
“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, live wire.” Volt gently pats your cheek before stepping away. “I hope you get some rest.”
You mumble, closing your eyes and falling asleep before you know it.
Hours later, another headache brings you out of a fever dream. Blinking your eyes, the room comes into view. On the nightstand next to you is another full glass of water and more advil. You swallow the advil and gulp down the entire glass of water, panting as you set it down. Sitting up, the room starts to spin and you steady yourself, rubbing your eyes. The headache begins to subside after a moment of sitting up, and you pull yourself out of bed.
Shuffling out of bed, you spot Eddie’s shirt tossed on the floor and pull it on, along with one of Volt’s jackets. The smell of them surrounds you, soothing the guilt that you can’t be with them to help. It’s fine, right? They managed without you all the time.
Resigning yourself to actually resting, you make your way to the living room and curl up on the couch, turning on a show. After a bit, you decide to get up and make yourself a cup of tea. The kettle whistles softly as you lean against the counter, eyes landing on the pile of dishes in the sink. You said you’d take care of it last night, but Eddie came home particularly riled up and the three of you were in the bedroom before you could address them.
You avert your eyes and take the kettle off the stovetop, pouring the water in your mug and dipping the teabag in. As you stir your tea, you notice just how dirty the countertop is. The full laundry bin joins the thought as you stir your tea. You bring your mug to the couch, settling in and trying to push away any urges to clean.
I mean, this is my first day off in a while, and it’s not like chores are too hard.
You shake your head to yourself and turn back to the TV, sipping your tea. It doesn’t take long for the thoughts of cleaning to return. Maybe just a little wouldn’t hurt, you think as you finish your tea and turn the TV off.
Hours later, you lie on the couch, exhausted. The dishes are done, the countertops sparkling, and laundry folded and ready to be put away. Before you know it, your eyelids are fluttering and you’re drifting off.
You’re awoken by a gentle kiss on your forehead, groaning as the room spins around you.
“Live wire?” A gentle voice murmurs, and you weakly reach out to hold whatever’s in front of you. Volt’s soft hair brushes your fingers as your hand lands on his shoulder.
“Why aren’t you in the bed?” Volt’s warm voice washes over you and you pull him close, nuzzling your head against his neck. A small part of you wishes he would just pick you up and bring you back to bed so you could properly sleep.
“And why is the kitchen cleaner than I remember it being when I left? There’s a notable lack of dishes in the sink.” The door closes behind Eddie as he walks towards you. He crosses his arms, raising his eyebrows at you as he waits for an answer.
“I forgot to do them yesterday. And I figured while I was doing it, I’d clean the counter.” You murmur, tangling your fingers into Volt’s hair.
“My love.” Eddie sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I thought we told you to rest. I didn’t know cleaning was what you constitute as rest.”
Volt strokes your hair, sighing. “Didn’t know we’d have to keep watch over you, too.”
“I’m fine.” You sit up, clutching onto Volt as a dizzy spell flashes over you. He gently reaches around you, pulling you into his arms and lifting you up.
“You’re not fine.” Eddie says, voice harsh. “You’re sick and exhausting yourself because you don’t know how to rest.”
You frown, burying your face into Volt’s neck and breathing in the scent of him and the club. “Are you mad at me?”
“Not mad.” Eddie sighs, walking over to you and grabbing your chin to make you look at him. “We’re worried. You’re going to run yourself into the ground if you don’t take time for yourself.”
“I’m sorry.” You mumble, pouting at Eddie.
“It’s okay.” Eddie lets go of your chin, kissing your cheek. “Just… let us take you back to the bed.”
Volt carries you to the bed, setting you down and pulling the sheets around you. You reluctantly let go of him, curling up and watching Eddie eye the laundry basket. Volt glances at it too, frowning.
“Laundry too?” He looks back at you, concern flashing in his eyes. You slowly nod, averting your gaze from either of the men.
“I just wanted… I don’t know. I saw the dishes, then I saw the counter, and I… I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize.” Volt sits next to you, placing his hand on your arm. “We’re not upset, we just don’t want you to run yourself dry. Especially when you’re sick.”
Eddie sits on the other side of you, brushing his hair away from his face. “What does it take for you to learn to take time for yourself? I don't want something bad to happen for you to realize. I know all about that and we both know it doesn’t end well.”
“Yeah.” You murmur, looking up at Eddie. You’ve seen him at his worst, and remember how scared he was to lose Volt. Hell, he was willing to burn himself out to save the other man. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger, it was fear.
“I’ll… I’ll be better about it. I’m sorry for worrying you.” The look in Eddie’s eyes softens as he hears your words.
“Thank you.” Eddie leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. You turn to Volt, his gentle smile making your heart warm.
“We love you, live wire. And we can only take care of you so much.” Volt murmurs, stroking your cheek.
Nodding, you pull the sheets up around you. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”
“I bet.” Eddie stands up. “Give us a minute and we’ll be right with you.”
You smile, yawning and closing your eyes. “I love you two.”
“We love you.” Eddie and Volt respond at the same time, the last words you hear before drifting off.
Volt after a long day of masking and being charming and suave and loud and outgoing to keep the patrons of the Breaker Box happy and away from Eddie (as is his job even after the repairs because I like to imagine that just because they aren't at risk of dying every night doesn't mean they aren't the inanimate object equivalent of chronically disabled: occasional power surges, mood swings, body pain, body numbness, disoriented episodes, they get the shakes or lose control of their hands, dizzy spells, fainting, sometimes the two are just "low energy") and goes to trans!m reader to help "take out his anger" wink wink nudge nudge
I really like how his hate ending crash out gives us a peak inside his character, while Eddie's wiring is literally laid bare over the course of the story we only get to see how tired of it Volt is that one time. I just want him to crumble my cookie until he feels better yk </3
Sorry for the ramble I'm chronically disabled and projecting a little hehe he ~`☆
Sparks Fly #3
Volt/Reader
Words: 1206
Warnings: Rough sex
A/N: ahh i love this one!!! shoutout to my fellow disabled folks <3
Summary: Volt comes home from a long night at the club, taking out his exhaustion on you.
You’re on the couch when the front door shuts, harder than usual. Volt had a busy week at the club, and his absence has made you feel a bit lonely. It’s great for the club, but you know it’s hard on him. The long nights often led to tremors, severe exhaustion, and dizziness, to say the least. Volt does so much for the club, constantly talking to patrons and doing his best to keep Eddie tucked away during busy nights. They both face health issues due to their work, keeping the house lit, let alone the bustling club. You’re more than happy to indulge your lovers after a long week, and as Volt’s footsteps get closer, you prepare for a long night of cuddling with Volt and soothing his pain.
To your surprise, Volt seems to have other things on his mind. As soon as he sees you, Volt is on you. His lips slam against yours, hands grasping your hips to keep your balance as you’re pushed back by the force. Volt’s kisses are hungry and heated. You’re more than happy to follow his lead, if not a bit surprised.
“Where’s Eddie?” Volt’s voice is husky. After a long night of chatting up patrons, Volt’s voice tends to be a bit hoarse. Tonight it feels different, though.
“Out.” You manage to get out between kisses. Eddie had left a while ago, wanting to take some time by himself for a minute. It’s always nice watching him take care of himself, considering what happened the last time he overworked himself. You hardly had the chance to explain that while Volt kisses you passionately.
“Good.” Volt murmurs, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss is messy, and the electricity between you is overwhelming but welcome.
Before you know it, Volt has you pinned against the wall, kissing and biting your neck. He’s almost frantic with it, leaving hickeys and teeth marks as his hands grip your waist bruisingly.
“What’s this about?” You gasp, whining as Volt finds a sweet spot on your neck. At this point you’re not going to be able to leave the house without wearing a scarf with how hard Volt is sucking.
“I need you,” is all Volt says as he reaches into your pants. His long fingers find their way to your already sensitive dick, stroking slowly as you grind into him.
“I’m not used to you-” Your words are cut off as Volt sinks his teeth into your neck, fingers trailing over your dick just the way you like. A loud moan escapes you, and Volt chuckles.
“Does that feel good, love?”
“Yes- oh, Volt,” You whine.
“What were you saying?” Volt’s lips trail up your neck, nipping underneath your jaw.
“I was just, I was saying-” You gasp, trying to remember what you were even talking about.
“I didn’t tell you to stop talking.” Volt murmurs, stroking your dick faster.
“I can’t- I can’t think when you touch me like that.” Heart hammering, you swallow thickly.
“Bedroom.” Volt growls, pulling away from you slowly.
“Yes, sir.” You whisper, the title falling out of your mouth before you realize it. Volt’s eyes glint, and you can almost feel the electricity coming off of him. A shudder runs through your body as a grin spreads across Volt’s face.
“Sir, hm? I like the sound of that.” Volt reaches underneath you, scooping you up as you yelp in surprise. He carries you to the bed, setting you down and quickly undressing you.
“In a rush?” You tease. Before you know it, Volt buries his face against your heat.
“I need to taste you,” Volt mutters. “Need you ready for me.”
Volt wastes no time licking your dick, drawing a long groan out of you. He sucks your dick like a starved man, fingers digging into your thighs as you writhe. Your entire body tingles as Volt hungrily laps you up. After a long, pleasurable while, Volt pulls away from you, lips shining. He flips you around, and you struggle to find your balance, settling on your hands and knees. The sound of clothes being removed and tossed to the floor barely registers in your mind as you breathe deeply, trying to calm your racing heart.
Volt’s dick presses up against you, his large hand gripping your hips. “I’m not going to be gentle. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” You pant, trying to prepare for what’s to come. Volt’s hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Volt growls, pressing his dick into you. Moans escape your lips before he’s even fully inside of you.
“It’s been a fucking long day. A never-ending stream of people to talk to, to chat up,” Volt’s tone seems exhausted as he thrusts into you roughly.
“I’m tired of it. Tired of being on all the time. With you? I can use you. I can take out my anger on you,” Volt places a hand on your back, knocking you off your arms. His hand trails into your hair, pushing your face into the pillow. Noises you never thought you could make escape you as Volt fucks you deeply.
The room echoes with moans from you and Volt as he fucks you in a way you’ve never been before. Your legs are shaking with the roughness, but you’ve never felt this alive before. The sound of electricity crackles behind you, setting your nerves on fire in the best way. Your cheek presses into the pillow as Volt’s hand keeps you pinned to the bed.
“I don’t have to be charming with you. I can just fuck you dumb until I forget about everything but how good you feel,” Volt’s voice fades to the background as you reach the edge.
“You’re doing so well,” Volt groans, and you can feel yourself tightening around him. “Taking me so well.”
The whole world seems to brighten for a moment, and your ears ring. You cry Volt’s name as you cum, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your whole body trembles as your orgasm seems to last forever, your body going limp. Volt’s hands grasp your hips tightly, keeping you in place.
“Live wire- fuck,” Volt gasps, cumming with a shock to your body. The lights flicker around you as he moans, thrusting into you hard. Your pants match Volt’s as he comes down, both of you gasping as you find your bearings.
After a long moment, Volt’s hands pull away from your hips, and you collapse on the bed. A groan comes from Volt as he’s pulled from you, and he collapses next to you. Volt’s strong arms surround you, pulling you close. He nuzzles his nose against your neck as your breathing slows.
“Volt, I…” You whisper as Volt kisses along your jaw.
“Thank you for letting me do that,” Volt murmurs, holding you against him. Your body is still tingling, but you’ve never felt so good. You wrap your arms around Volt, pulling him to rest his head on your chest.
“I love you, live wire.” Volt’s voice is soft, contrasting with the roughness you just experienced.
“I love you too,” You whisper back, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
I like totally understand if this isn't your style of writing but!!! Mayhaps I could request a fic with a Rigger!Dominant!Transgender!M!Reader having an intense session with the boys— Eddie and Volt —and one of them safewords and it is just a bunch of sweetness and gentleness and aftercare as they go through subdrop please? Maybe a little bit of tending to their sore spots and bruises idkkkk. Again I totally understand if not and if you're not comfortable writing anything kinky I tried to leave this as vague as possible!!!! Love your stuff!
Sparks Fly #2
Volt/Eddie/Reader
Words: 1000
Warnings: Rough sex, safewording, bondage
A/N: hi i'm SO glad you requested this because i was JUST thinking about it!!! this is a bit of a short one but i absolutely love writing fluff between these three
Summary: A particularly intense scene between Eddie, Volt, and the reader causes Eddie to safeword and aftercare ensues.
Eddie’s tied to the bed, hands above his head and legs tied to the bedposts, keeping him bound. There’s a more intricate design coiled in rope across his body, crossing along his chest and stomach. You’ve been working on your knots and are very proud of how it turned out. His tan body is covered in hickies and red hand marks, no doubt bound to leave bruises tomorrow. It’s been a long week for Eddie, so you and Volt wanted to treat him.
Volt’s tongue runs along Eddie’s shaft and Eddie groans behind a gag. You wrap your hand around his neck, squeezing the sides of it.
“Quiet, bitch. I said no noises.” You growl, looking into Eddie’s eyes. A look flashes over his blue-gray eyes that would normally turn you on, but now it gives concern. The fear in his face and squirming doesn’t seem to be one of pleasure this time. You continue, knowing that Eddie has the ability to stop at any point and hope that you’re misreading things.
Volt continues working on Eddie’s cock, bobbing his head. Eddie lets out another groan and your grip tightens around his throat.
“I said be quiet.” You snarl, giving him a light but firm smack. Eddie’s eyes flash with fear again, and you glance at Volt, who is paused and looking at you for the next move. Usually he’s simply awaiting orders, but he sees what you see and is trying to gauge if you trust that Eddie will stop things. Before you can say anything, a muffled sound comes out of Eddie.
“What was that?” Volt asks, concern in his voice. He crawls off Eddie to undo his gag, pulling it from his face.
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and you see tears fall on his cheeks. “Red light.”
You had always followed the stoplight system- yellow means slow down or pause, red means stop. Stepping over to Eddie’s hands, you slowly untie him, trying to avoid any more stress by rushing. Eddie rubs his wrists, breathing deeply. Volt undoes the ropes on his legs, copying your pace. None of you had ever safeworded before so you’re trying to do things right.
“What do you need?” You say softly, undoing the ropes across his body.
“I don’t- I don’t know.” Eddie gasps. Volt lies next to him, looking into his eyes.
Volt looks up at you and nods, letting you know he’s got this for a minute. You run to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. A quiet conversation comes from the bedroom as the glass fills, and you return, handing the glass to Eddie. He gladly takes it, gulping it down and setting the glass aside.
“Can I touch you?” You murmur as you slide in next to Eddie, whose breath is frantic.
“Gently.” Eddie’s voice is shakier than you’ve ever heard it. Even when he was failing and the Breaker Box was at risk, he managed to keep his voice stable.
Gentle is what Eddie wants, so gentle is what Eddie gets. Eddie lies on Volt’s chest as he strokes his hair, and you place soft kisses along his neck as you caress his arm. Eddie’s breath only quickens, worrying you.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know… I just thought… I’m sorry.” He gasps, shuddering sobs making him tremble.
“There’s no need to apologize, love.” Volt whispers, continuing to stroke Eddie’s hair. “It was too much. It’s okay.”
“But I…”
“We’re not upset with you.” You say, predicting what comes next. “We’re not disappointed or mad or anything your brain is trying to convince you.”
Eddie nods, wiping his eyes. His body has stopped shaking but his breath is still quick. You grab his hand, gently squeezing.
“Five things you see.” You take care to avoid any orders, leading him through grounding. It’s something that has always come in handy after intense scenes, helping your lovers relax and stay present.
“I see…Volt’s hair. The crack in the wall,” Eddie glances around. “The blanket, the lamp, and the door.”
“That’s it.” Softly praising him, you press a kiss against his neck.
Eddie’s breath slows as he carries on. “I hear Volt’s breathing, the tick of the clock, the lamp buzzing, and the wind outside.”
After the grounding Eddie seems much more relaxed now, any tension he was holding gone. “Thank you.”
“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Volt scratches Eddie’s scalp, who sighs.
“It was just too much.” Eddie whispers after a moment. “It’s been a hard week and I thought this would help, but… something in my brain didn’t enjoy it. I’ve been feeling less and less needed at work and those worries came up here.”
You continue to press kisses against Eddie’s neck, careful to be soft against his hickeys. The only noise for a minute is the sound of the three of you breathing until Volt speaks up.
“We don’t need you, Eddie. We want you. We want you around, to help and to love. This relationship isn’t just about what you can do for us.”
Eddie nods slowly, curling up around Volt. You follow his cue, wrapping your arm around him and tucking your legs next to his from behind.
“It’s just hard to remember when things are getting intense.” Eddie murmurs, voice muffled against Volt’s chest.
“I’m glad you stopped us. I’m proud of you.” You whisper, reaching down to grab Eddie’s hand.
“Thank you.” Eddie’s voice is barely a murmur, and this is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen the man.
“I love you. I love you and want you around, even if I don’t need you.” Your hand trails up Eddie’s arm and he softens against Volt.
“Thank you. I… I love you. Both of you.”
Volt presses a gentle kiss to Eddie’s head, humming softly. “As do I.”
It’s quiet between you three until soft snores come from Eddie. He’s drifted off to sleep, and you and Volt are more than happy to keep him feeling safe and warm.
AUGH <- just read Sparks Fly and ITS SO GOOD
anyway!
i know you said eddie/volt/reader but would it possible to get just eddie/reader? cause man i got some ideas™ (aka way more down bad for eddie than volt)
thank you!!! and yes, i am more than happy to write individual volt/reader and eddie/reader (also eddie was the one i was more drawn to at first so i’m with you)
A/N: i came up with this premise before reading any fics myself, but it ended up being similar to "DATE EVERYTHING ONE SHOTS" on ao3 by theirlivewire so go give that some love!!
Summary: You decide to tease Eddie and Volt and it ends in a night you never expected.
The Breaker Box was bustling tonight, more than normal. The tables and chairs were pushed aside to make room for a large dance floor, and it was crowded. There were even a few unusual guests, but you were happy to see everybody having a good night. The lights were working as usual, even brighter than you’re used to. The loud music makes your body vibrate, feeling more wired than normal.
Normally you’re only there for maintenance, but tonight you’ve been put to work serving the guests. The air is warm with body heat and smells like sweat, but you don’t mind. You run between tables, handing out drinks and chatting up the guests. Eddie is hard at work at the bar, and Volt has his hands full greeting the guests and keeping things in line.
Other than keeping the guests happy, you had another goal. Normally you, Eddie, and Volt had a very busy sex life but things had been amping up at The Breaker Box and you hadn’t had the time. Tired of feeling pent up, you decided it was time for your lovers to understand. Tonight’s goal? Turn on Volt and Eddie and leave them wanting.
Tight shorts and a button up undone to below your chest were just the start. You used your best cologne and made sure every hair was in its proper place. After finally deciding you looked hot enough to kill, you headed to the Breaker Box to get started.
Volt and Eddie’s eyes were on you the minute you stepped in. They were already busy with guests so they didn’t have time to step away but you gave a coy smile as you walked by. Approaching the bar, Eddie takes no time to hand you a couple drinks and point you to the table to bring them to.
“You look good, spark.” Eddie murmurs, his hand brushing yours as he hands you the drinks.
“Thanks.” You grin, grabbing the drinks and swaying your hips a bit as you walk away. Eddie’s eyes burn into you long after you’ve stepped away. You can also see Volt glancing at you between chatter, and feel a sense of pride with how much you’ve already captured their attention.
Things slow down a bit at the bar and you sidle up to Eddie.
“How’s it going?” You run a hand through your hair, brushing sweat off your forehead.
“Good. Beverly brought some new recipes to me that she’s been trying out and they’ve been a real hit.” Eddie says while wiping down the counter, steely eyes glancing up at you. He’s obvious when checking you out, eyes trailing across your body.
“Never seen you in something like that before.” He murmurs, stepping closer. You subtly adjust, angling away from him. Leaning against the counter, you grab Eddie’s rag from him, sure to brush your fingers against him. A slight shock passes through your hand as you bring the rag to wipe up a small spill on the bar.
“Decided to try something new,” You smile softly, shrugging. “Glad to hear you like it.”
“‘Like’ is hardly the word.” Eddie’s voice is deep as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. “I’d ravish you if you let me.”
You place a hand on his cheek, leaning in as if to give him a kiss. At the very last second, you pull away to grab a cup. Eddie glares as you fill it with water, drinking it down and pushing the cup into Eddie’s hand.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Eddie reluctantly grabs the cup, setting it in the dish bin.
“Gotta go. Lux is getting a bit rowdy over there.” Patting Eddie’s cheek, you stroll away to the dance floor.
As soon as you approach Lux, they pull you in to dance. You laugh, joining them as you sway your hips to the beat. They cheer you on as you spin around, grabbing their hand and pulling them close. A tap on your shoulder pulls you out of your dancing and you turn to see Volt. Your lovers have never been the jealous type, but something in Volt’s eyes makes you pause. Lux strolls away to find a less preoccupied dance partner as you grab Volt’s hand.
“Dance with me!” You shout over the noise. Volt grins, taking your lead and pulling you close.
“You look stunning.” Volt says, barely audible over the music and sound of people chattering.
“Thanks.” Grinning, you spin around to brush your ass against Volt. You sway your hips, barely making contact.
“Fuck, live wire.” Volt groans, grabbing your hips to pull you against him. Before anything can go too far, you turn around to face Volt.
“Sorry, love. Duty calls.” You nod to the bar, where the guests have started crowding again.
“One kiss?” Volt almost pleads and you pretend you don’t hear him. A frustrated groan is the last thing that reaches your ears as you stroll back to the bar.
The next hour is occupied by running drinks to guests, helping behind the bar when you can. Eddie is usually very focused when working on the bar, but he seems a bit distracted tonight. Another lull hits the bar and you walk to the storage room to restock bottles and garnishes. Eddie is hot on your heels, hearing the door slam behind you as you reach over to grab more cherries.
“What is this game you’re playing?” Eddie growls, spinning you around and grabbing your face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feign innocence, trying to turn away. Eddie’s grip tightens on your face, his fingers digging into your skin. You turn your head, opening your mouth and letting Eddie’s thumb slide into your mouth. Closing your eyes, you hear Eddie groan as you gently suck on his finger, letting your head bob.
“I’m at work, love,” Eddie growls, pulling his finger away. “You’re lucky I can hide my boner behind the bar.”
Before he’s even finished talking, you grab what you need and slide past Eddie, making sure to brush your ass against his now hard dick. It sends a rush of excitement through you knowing just how much you’ve turned him on already.
“We’re not done here.” Eddie huffs, following you to the bar. He glares at you as you restock, finally turning to address the customers at the bar.
You’re back to running drinks when your next idea comes into your mind. Eddie’s already hard, now it’s Volt’s turn. Another song comes on and it’s clearly a crowd-pleaser, as the guests abandon their drinks to make their way to the dance floor. You take the moment to find Volt, grabbing his hand.
“Volt, there’s something in the bathroom you should see.” Before he can answer, you’re dragging him to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Is something wrong? I don’t know if I can manage to step away for long-” Volt is cut off by you pushing him against the wall and kissing him. He settles into the kiss, placing his hands on your hips as your tongue slides into his mouth, the familiar electricity flowing between you.
You pull away, dropping to your knees and unzipping Volt’s pants. Looking up at Volt, you pull his already hard cock out of his pants and gently kiss it.
“Darling, I- we can’t-” Volt groans as you kiss his tip. It seems his train of thought is lost as you gently take the head of his cock into your mouth.
Before you can do anything else, you’re cut off by a perfectly timed phone call. You pull your phone out, answering before Volt can complain. Johnny is on the other line, hard to hear over the music. You think you pick something up about the audio equipment not working, and agree to help. Hanging up, you smile apologetically at Volt before giving a chaste kiss.
“Gotta go.” Volt’s glare follows you as you slip out of the bathroom, smoothing your hair down before meeting up with Johnny to solve his issues.
As you’re figuring out the problems with the audio equipment, you see Volt and Eddie talking at the bar. Their eyes flick to you every now and then, and you make sure to give them a show while you’re at it. You manage to get Johnny ready for his set and saunter towards your lovers. Volt gives one last comment to Eddie before stepping away, and Eddie hands you a drink.
“Table two.” Eddie makes sure to send a shock through you as your fingers touch, which makes you shudder. Electricity was something you’ve played around with before, but Eddie’s increase in voltage was intentional if his smirk was any sign.
The rest of the night flows by smoothly. You continue to tease Eddie and Volt until last call, watching the guests trickle out. As Eddie and Volt close the club, you head to the bathroom to check your reflection. You run your hand through your hair, smoothing down your shirt. To be honest, you’re a little nervous about what your lovers’ reaction will be when you’re alone, but there’s also excitement growing within you.
You exit the bathroom to see the entire room dimmed. Glancing around for your lovers, you bump into something tall and warm. Eddie smirks down at you, eyes intense. It’s so overwhelming that you take a step back, but Volt catches you from behind, taking your arms and typing your hands together before you know it.
“Not so brave now, hm?” Eddie teases, running a finger along your jaw. Your heart pounds in your chest, nervous about what’s about to happen. Volt wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you to the pre-show studio.
The room is bright and cluttered with cords and various speakers. Volt slides onto the couch and Eddie grabs your shoulder, gently but firmly tossing you onto your knees in front of him.
“You’re going to finish what you’ve begun.” Volt growls, his voice deep. He takes his time undoing his pants, sliding his cock out as you watch. It bobs in front of you and you lean in to lick the tip, but Eddie pulls you back by your hair and you gasp.
“You don’t get to do this by yourself. You’ve teased us all night, and this is your punishment.” Eddie’s hand tightens in your hair.
“We’re going to be rough, but you have full power to stop if it’s too much,” Eddie’s voice softens for a moment, but his grip is still tight.
“Tell us you understand.” Volt murmurs, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. You nod, looking up at the men. Eddie yanks your head back again and you groan.
“He said to tell us. What’s the word?” Eddie growls.
“Red light.” You gasp, looking up at Eddie.
“Good boy. Now open your mouth.” Eddie murmurs, sliding your mouth down on Volt’s cock faster than you expected. You gag a bit as it hits the back of your throat, but you recover and hear Volt groan.
“Fuck, live wire. That feels so-” Volt gasps as Eddie pulls your head back and forth on his cock, bobbing your head. You’re trying your best to keep a pace, but Eddie has full control of you right now. They’ve never been this rough before and you’re already incredibly hard. It looks like your teasing worked, and now you’re paying for it.
Eddie continues to move your head on Volt’s cock, drawing moans out of you and Volt. You’ve always enjoyed giving blowjobs to them, but it’s never been this stimulating for you. You look up at Volt, eyes watering as Eddie keeps up the intense pace. The lights flicker as Volt gasps.
“Keep looking at me,” Volt groans, staring down at you. “Fuck, I’m already-”
Eddie pushes your head down as Volt cums in your mouth, trying your best not to gag as it hits the back of your throat. The lights flash intensely, but still as Volt grows soft in your mouth. Eddie yanks you back, gasping and looking up at him.
“Up,” Eddie reaches under your arms to pull you up, untying your hands. “Volt, lie back.”
You continue to pant as Volt gets situated. Eddie takes his time undressing you, Volt watching with a tired but lustful expression on his face. Leading you to the couch on your hands and knees, Eddie settles behind you. He undoes his pants, pressing his cock against you. Volt smirks at you from underneath, clearly enjoying the show.
“Already so wet.” He murmurs, grinding his cock against you. The lewd noises make you flush and look down but Volt grabs your chin.
“You’re going to look at me while Eddie fucks you.” He purrs, gripping your face firmly. Eddie slides inside you and you gasp. Volt grins as Eddie groans, thrusting firmly with his hands on your hips. His grasp on you is almost bruising but you don’t mind. He’s thrusting so hard it rocks you back and forth and your eyes roll back a bit.
“I said look at me.” Volt snarls, squeezing your face. Your eyes snap to Volt and you meet his gaze, slack-jawed at how good it all feels. Gasps and moans escape you, louder than usual. Volt leans in to kiss you roughly, tongue exploring your mouth and nipping at your lip. You’re brought to the edge quickly but Eddie abruptly pulls out, gasping.
“Down, spark. Volt, come here.” He orders and you both oblige. Volt leans towards Eddie, taking his cock in his mouth. Eddie thrusts gently into Volt’s mouth and they both moan as Eddie nears the edge. You whine a bit, looking up at Eddie pleadingly.
“No,” Eddie groans. “You don’t get to make me cum.”
“But I-”
“Quiet, love.” Eddie gasps, cumming in Volt’s mouth. His hand grasps Volt’s hair as he shudders, lights flashing. You can almost see the sparks in the air and feel a bit sad at not getting to be the one making him cum. Before you can voice your upset, Volt pulls away and slides off the couch.
“Up,” Eddie orders, pointing at the couch. “Lie back.”
Volt takes Eddie’s place between your legs once you’re lying down, wasting no time pressing kisses on your legs. Eddie kneels next to you, gently kissing your neck.
“Your turn. We may be rough but we’re not cruel. Not like you.” Eddie teases, nipping your neck as Volt licks along your heat. A loud moan escapes you as he does, making Eddie chuckle.
“Does that feel good, spark?” Eddie murmurs, sucking a hickey into your neck.
“Yes, god, yes.” You groan, grasping Volt’s hair. It doesn’t take much to bring you back to the edge, Volt sucking your dick as Eddie leaves marks and bites all over your neck and shoulder. You cum hard, ears ringing as you come down. Volt continues licking you and you whine, trying to push him away.
“You can take it.” Eddie whispers into your ear. He nips your earlobe as Volt overstimulates you, making you writhe and whimper. After a bit, Volt pulls away, gasping. You breathe deeply, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.
“You did so good, darling.” Volt murmurs, leaning in to join Eddie and kissing your neck. You desperately try to catch your breath, still stunned with everything that happened.
“You feeling alright?” Volt murmurs against your neck, nipping lightly.
“Yes. More than alright.” You reach around the men to pull them close, nuzzling your head against them.
“That was one hell of a trick you pulled. Can’t say I didn’t like it, though.” Eddie says, chuckling.
Volt hums in agreement. “You’re good at teasing.”
You laugh softly, stroking your lovers’ hair. “I guess I got what I deserved.”
“Mm, very much so,” Eddie kisses your forehead, running a hand through his hair. “What say we head to the bedroom and get settled?”
“I won’t say no to that.” Volt stands up, holding a hand out to help you up. You’re a bit shaky, but held up by your lovers. You never expected this out of them, but by god was it a good surprise.
taking requests for volt/eddie/reader from date everything!!
hi i'm back and fixated on a new media. i wanted to make an official post saying that i'm taking fic requests from fluffy to smut. get as creative and graphic as you'd like! i mostly write transmasc readers but let me know if you'd like fem reader or gender neutral :3
yall i’ve already gotten 4 requests i’m so excited!! i’ll get these going when i can, i’m super busy with work this week but i think this will be the de-stressing i need <3
taking requests for volt/eddie/reader from date everything!!
hi i'm back and fixated on a new media. i wanted to make an official post saying that i'm taking fic requests from fluffy to smut. get as creative and graphic as you'd like! i mostly write transmasc readers but let me know if you'd like fem reader or gender neutral :3
A/N: Posted this a little while ago on AO3 but I'm finally getting around to posting here. Inspired by @/JuLaiRun on twitter <3 I love the way your mind works :3
Summary: Gale and Tav were sent on a simple mission. But when things go wrong and Gale is left unable to heal, he finds himself needy and unable to relieve it.
It was supposed to be easy.
Tav and Gale were sent on a simple mission- retrieve a potion from a chest in a secluded village. There wasn’t supposed to be anybody there, let alone a horde of goblins.
It didn’t help that the chest was a trap. The second Tav managed to pick the lock, an explosion pushed them back. The goblins swarmed them, attacking before they could gain their bearings. They were lucky they even managed to get out alive.
And of course, Gale’s orb now decides to act up. Even in his half-asleep state, he can feel the pain of arcane hunger gnawing at him. How long until they can return to camp and Gale can absorb an artifact? Tav was just as injured as him, taking the brunt of the explosion. At least they still had their damned fingers.
Gale attempts to stretch his fingers, sharp pain coursing through him the second he moves them. He lets out an involuntary whine, tears pricking in his eyes. He would have been able to heal himself a thousand times over before this damned orb. Gale feels weak and helpless, frustrated at everything that has led him to this moment. He should have prepared better for this, should have been ready if the hunger struck, and should have brought someone else to heal them.
Tav shifts beside him in their makeshift bedrolls of leaves and dirt, making a quiet noise of pain. Guilt surges through him at the thought that he could have healed them if his cursed orb didn’t choose the worst time to cause trouble. Gale squeezes his eyes shut, trying to find comfort in their presence. At least he’s not alone right now.
The wizard glances at Tav as they sleep. They’re so calm, so peaceful. Chest rising and falling as they let out sleepy noises. Even covered in bruises and cuts, they’re so beautiful.
Gale feels a familiar stiffening in his trousers. It’s been so long since Gale had touched himself that it’s almost painful. Gods, how long has it been since he had a moment to himself?
His cock throbs, his body unhappy with his lack of reaction. Tav is still asleep, maybe he could just…
When Gale reaches down to graze his cock through his pants, he’s abruptly reminded of his injuries. White-hot pain shoots through his fingers and he lets out a stifled cry. He has to fight to keep whimpers in– whether from the pain or his arousal, he’s not sure. He uselessly ruts into the air, wishing there was anything there to give him relief.
Gale needs stimulation so bad it hurts. He tries to shift around to grind against the ground, but his bruised knees won’t allow it. There’s nothing he can do but whine and pray that it passes.
“Gale?” Tav murmurs, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Gale whispers, heart hammering in his chest. “It’s alright, go back to sleep.”
Tav stretches as they sit up. “Gale, you’re whimpering like a needy dog.”
Those words send a wave of pleasure through Gale’s body. How pathetic is he, getting off to their innocent words?
“What can I do to help?” Tav murmurs, shifting to look at Gale. “We don’t have healing potions and I’m not a spellcaster, but I want to make it better any way I can.”
Gale’s jaw tightens as his cock throbs, hearing their husky voice. He could just ask for help. It’s either that or spending the rest of the night painfully hard.
“I- I need…” Gale clears his throat, avoiding Tav’s gaze. He spends a moment trying to think of the best way to word it. “Well, you know my fingers were injured.”
A smile plays at the corners of Tav’s mouth. “I could kiss it better.”
Gale pauses, caught off guard by the suggestion. “Ah- I mean, I suppose?”
Tav smiles, scooting in and gingerly grabbing his hand. It feels like there are sparks where their skin touches and Gale feels arousal pool in his belly. Tav leans forward, gently pressing their lips to his bruised knuckles. Pain flares, but with it comes a sense of pleasure. With each kiss, the wizard lets out a quiet gasp. He can’t help himself from shifting his hips, trying to find any friction from his cock sliding against his trousers.
Tav kisses each knuckle with a feather-light touch. They pull away, looking amused. “Gale, you’re humping the air.”
Gale feels his face flush and he stutters. “Oh- I… um, my apologies.”
“Are you hard right now?” Tav says, not hiding how much they’re enjoying this. Gale’s breath catches in his throat and he avoids their gaze.
“I.. am.” How shameful is this? So desperate that he can’t even hide his boner from them.
Tav’s hand brushes against Gale’s arm and he shudders. “You’re so sensitive.”
“I can’t help it.” The wizard gasps, his cock aching more than ever. This is so pathetic. He’s about to come just from some touching.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Tav smirks, voice barely above a whisper. “So needy and pent up, with no way to relieve it.”
Gale lets out a whimper, looking up at Tav. They grin, reaching out to touch his face.
“You need me to help you? Is that what you wanted?”
Gale is so embarrassed right now but his cock is throbbing too much for him to care. He nods, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Normally he’d have a million witty remarks, but his mind is clouded with desperation.
Tav chuckles, reaching up to run their hand through his hair. “That’s cute.”
Gale whimpers and leans into the touch, arching his head into their hand. He waits patiently for their next move, overwhelmed with need.
“Beg for it,” Tav murmurs into his ear, kissing his jaw.
“W-what?” The wizard gasps, barely able to register their words with their lips on his face.
“Beg for me,” Tav repeats, grabbing his earring in their teeth and tugging gently.
Gale lets out an ungodly moan, arching towards them. Gale’s hips are shoved down by the other, pinning them to the ground. It’s clear they’re not giving him more until he complies. Shame courses through him, but he’s so painfully hard that he doesn’t care.
“Please?” Gale gasps.
“Not good enough. You can do better.”
Gale whines, trying to fight against Tav’s grasp on his hips. “Please, please, I need you.”
“Better,” Tav says, reaching up to run their nails along his scalp.
Whimpers escape Gale’s mouth and the shame leaves him. The words fall from his lips like a prayer.
“Please, Tav, please, I need you. I need you so bad it hurts. Please make me come, I’ll do anything, anything you want.” The wizard whines, so aroused he could burst any minute.
Tav runs their nails along his arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You sound so pretty, Gale. So desperate.”
With that, Gale’s mind blanks as his orgasm suddenly washes over him. It’s so much, so overwhelming. He can vaguely feel Tav’s eyes on him as he shudders, ears ringing. It feels like he’ll never stop coming, rutting against the air.
Embarrassment flows through him as he starts to come down from his high, panting and flushed. He looks up at Tav, who is grinning at him.
“I’m- I’m sorry.” Gale whimpers, shivering as Tav runs their nails over his arm. “I didn’t mean…”
“It’s okay.” Tav murmurs, smiling softly. “It was hot.”
Gale feels another wave of arousal overwhelm him as they gaze at him hungrily. He can’t believe he just came from their words. Hells, they barely touched him.
“You made a mess of yourself.” Gale feels his face flush more, suddenly aware of the stickiness in his underwear.
Gale swallows thickly, nodding. “I did.”
“I would offer to clean it up, but you’re probably too sensitive.” Tav brushes their hand against Gale’s crotch, causing him to cry out and arch into their hand. They let out a satisfied hum at his reaction
“I guess you’ll just have to wait until we get back to camp.” Tav moves back to Gale’s side, lying down. There’s a twinkle in their eye as they smile at him.
“Goodnight, Gale.”
Despite the discomfort of the wetness in his pants and the hunger from his orb still gnawing at him, Gale hasn’t felt better.
A/N: Unnamed gender-neutral tav for the masses :) enjoy this thing i shitted out at 12 AM
Words: 1317
Warnings: NSFW, one member is asleep but both are consenting
Summary: Gale is having a very good dream and takes it out on Tav.
Tav isn’t sure how it came to this.
Well, they know the steps that lead up to this, but Gale curled around their side, clutching onto them like his life depended on it, was not on their plans for the night.
The group was on their way to Baldur’s Gate, stopping by a small town on the way to eat and rest for a bit. They made it about ten steps before there was a sudden downpour, soaking the party as they dashed to the nearest inn.
There were just enough rooms for everybody as long as there were two people in a room, which nobody made a fuss about. Even though they would lose a day of travel, most were grateful for an extra day of rest.
After a few drinks and a warm meal, the party decides to retire for the night. Tav doesn’t care to stick around for the arguments on room arrangements, deciding instead to walk into a room and drop their armor and belongings. They’re far too tired to care who ends up in the room and simply wait for their temporary bedmate to arrive.
Not long later, Gale strolls into the room. “Ah, I thought I saw you in here.”
“Hm. You sure you didn’t beg the others to be the one in the bed with me?” Tav smirks, sitting down on the bed. Playful banter was common with them and their companions, even more so with Gale. The clever wizard always had some way to retort.
“Please. The others begged me to be the one with you tonight. Lae’zel claimed she could hear you snoring from across the camp.” Gale chuckles, pulling his armor off near the bed.
“Yeah, right,” Tav scoffs. “I’m pretty sure I heard some scuffling out there, I think you and Wyll were fighting each other to reach the door first.”
“No need to flatter yourself so much.” Gale teases, stretching. His shirt rides up just enough to show a bit of his stomach, and Tav is suddenly very overwhelmed with the thought of sleeping next to Gale.
“I mean, I have to. You don’t do it enough.” Resting their hand on their racing heart in a playful manner, Tav smirks.
The wizard chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I’m not sure you’re entirely deserving.”
Tav gasps, feigning offense. “You’re cruel. Perhaps you’ll spare me the cruelty when I ask you to allow me on the bed for the night?”
The bed creaks as Gale sits on it, sighing as his back hits the mattress. “I suppose. Wouldn’t do you good to sleep on the hard floor.”
The aches in Tav’s back flare up, seemingly agreeing with Gale’s statement. “Yeah. And I wouldn’t dare think of banishing you to the floor, with your creaky joints.”
“A- I do not have creaky joints!” Gale gasps, causing laughter to erupt from Tav.
“I can hear them from across the battlefield!”
“You’ll regret saying that the next time you need healing,” Gale huffs playfully, turning to face the wall. “See how your joints feel then.”
“I do kick in my sleep, by the way,” Tav adds, lying back on the bed.
A smile spreads across Gale’s face as he looks up at them. “And I talk in my sleep. We make a good pair, hmm?”
“We do. Goodnight, Gale.” Tav chuckles, settling under the sheets.
“Goodnight.”
So warm.
Tav sighs as they tighten their arms around him—half his weight presses on their body, a sense of calmness and safety growing inside Tav.
Wait, what?
As Tav starts to rouse, they realize what’s happening.
Gale is currently wrapped around their side, one leg slung over theirs. His face is pressed into their neck, his warm breath fanning their skin as he sleeps.
Oh Gods. What should I do?
Tav tries to shift out from under Gale, but he simply pulls them closer.
It’s just some cuddling. Maybe…
Battling any conflicting thoughts, Tav resigns themselves to stay under Gale. He probably needed this, he just wanted some comfort. Tav is happy to give that to him. They close their eyes, slipping back into the contentment of half-sleep.
What if this was normal?
The thought passes Tav’s mind, and they don’t have the energy to fight it. Fantasies of them with Gale in his tower fill their mind, filling them with a sense of ease.
During a particularly pleasant image of cooking dinner with Gale, Tav feels Gale shift against them. They stir from their sleepy state, making sure Gale hasn’t woken. There’s no telling how Gale might react to this situation, so it’s better if they’re not awake for it.
Gale seems to still be asleep, mumbling incoherently. Tav starts to close their eyes when Gale shifts again, his hard cock pressing against their leg.
Oh.
A small whimper escapes Gale as he grinds against their leg again.
Oh Gods.
Tav can’t let this keep happening. Gale would be so ashamed if he knew, they had to stop it.
“Gale.” They hiss into his ear. The wizard stays asleep, panting as he continues to press his length against their leg.
“Gale!” Tav shakes his shoulder, not caring to be gentle. Gale is dead asleep, simply gripping onto Tav’s shirt harder.
Gale is a deep sleeper, and Tav isn’t sure what to do. He continues to grind against their leg, whimpering and gasping into their ear.
Maybe… maybe Gale just needs some encouragement. They could help him get off and pretend they didn’t know this happened.
Tav’s heart hammers in their chest as they slowly run their nails down Gale’s back. “There you go.”
Gale whines, pressing his cock harder against their leg. An unmistakable need grows between Tav’s legs, and they try to ignore it. Shame courses through them at the thought of the whole situation.
They’re just helping him out, right? He’ll never know if he stays asleep.
Tav brings their hand up to gently scratch Gale’s scalp. He lets out a louder moan at that, moving faster against their leg.
“Tav- please-” Gale gasps and Tav freezes.
Is he awake?
Craning their neck to look at his face, they see his eyes are still closed. His eyes are flicking back and forth underneath his eyelids– he’s dreaming.
Tav’s breath slows as they realize Gale is just dreaming. They feel a strange sense of pride being the one Gale is dreaming about, the one Gale is getting so turned on by.
Gale gasps again, moving faster against Tav’s leg. They continue to scratch his scalp, murmuring into his ear.
“That’s it. Does that feel good?”
A whimper comes from Gale as his hips start to stutter.
“Come for me, Gale,” Tav whispers, growing more and more aroused by the second.
With that, Gale clutches onto Tav’s shirt, gasping against their neck as he comes. A warmth spreads on Tav’s leg, and they realize at some point his trousers slid down just enough for him to come on their pants.
Gale’s breathing calms and he slumps against Tav, clearly satisfied by his dream. Tav stays still for a moment, a bit shocked about what happened. Gale just humped their leg until he came– and he was unaware of it all.
After a bit, Tav shifts out from under Gale. He seemed to not care as much this time, nuzzling his face into the pillow where their head was as they walked to the washroom.
Tav glances down at their now-stained pants, stomach swirling with need. It takes mere moments for their fingers to bring them to climax, shuddering against the wall as the night replays in their head.
By the time Tav returns and changes into clean trousers, Gale has returned to his side of the bed and is mumbling incoherently. Tav slides in next to him, letting the sound of his rhythmic breaths lull them to sleep.
is there interest for a multi-chapter slow-ish burn stardew valley fic with a trans male reader? if so, should it be sam x reader or sebastian x reader?
is there interest for a multi-chapter slow-ish burn stardew valley fic with a trans male reader? if so, should it be sam x reader or sebastian x reader?
tell me why i was re-reading an old fic and it was jumping from past to present tense constantly. there was a sentence where i used both fucking tenses this is so embarrassing
