How your lovers kiss you, where, how much, and how they react if you kiss them. A post about a million kisses, basically.
Maybe, probably, there will be a part two!
Feat: Hector, Eddie, Volt
HECTOR
The one who would spend hours and days kissing you; and if you allow him to, he gladly will. Paradise.
His lips on your body are prayers and flowers, and they chase every goosebump and shiver blooming on your skin, the sighs and soft moans that leave your beautiful mouth, the chuckles and smiles that light up your face. And Hector wants to see it all, and even more.
Before every kiss session, he shyly asks for your permission; every single time is like the first one for him, in terms of excitement, and he wants to be sure you will be fine with it. Yes, even if he already kissed you hundred times before, he wants to hear you giving him full access to your perfect body and feel your hands dragging him closer, against your chest. And from that moment, he doesn't have to put any limit in showing you his devotion.
Nothing is better than your neck, at least for start; nothing is sweeter than putting the lips on your pulse point and feeling the energy of life pumping and answering the call, and sensing the skin heating up as the kisses fall down like raindrops. Gently holding the back of your head with a hand and stroking your back with the other, Hector takes his time savoring the entire column with tender, slow, long kisses, briefly descending on your collarbones - or lingering on them, if he feels you gasp and quiver -, but for sure the neck is one of his favorite parts to worship you; the other is your belly, the soft area that tenses and relaxes under his care, where he can find a shelter every time he needs for it, or bury the face against your skin and bask in your warmth while whispering thank you and falling in love with you even more.
Your mouth? Oh, it is a temple he doesn't have the courage to approach yet. But in the future, he could.
... And if you tell him you would like to repay his attentions with the same coin? Chaos. Pure, utter chaos, with Hector not being able to hold your gaze or say a word, his property of speech reduced to a mess of half words, his face on fire and in a bath of sweat at the same time.
Go easy with him, and don't be scared if he risks faint the first time you put your lips on his. He'll get used to it, with the time - maybe.
EDDIE
The one who doesn't kiss you as frequently as you kiss him, but always in the moments you need it the most.
He rolls his eyes and whispers a "... what?" when you stare at him, speechless and stunned, after a sweet, light kiss landed on your cheek or forehead at the end of a rough day of work in the Breaker Box - or the moment right before you would fall asleep; but it doesn't escape you the shadow of a grin on his face, that Eddie immediately tries to hide when you throw your arms around his neck and give him a long smacker on the lips.
"Hmpf... Stop, come on, don't get too heated up for a small peak..."
"Then give me another one!"
"Keep dreaming, little spark..."
Yes, and still he doesn't say no if you want to cover his face in kisses - well, not that he explicitly asks for it, but doesn't stop you from doing it, especially if you kiss him gently on his hands. Eddie will never tell you so, but when you put your soft lips on his knuckles or fingertips, not minding his callouses but, on the contrary, giving them some genuine love and care, he's struck by a million sensations and feels his inside melting and ready to burst at the same time, and only his mastery in self control prevents him from literally moan for more and give you another reason to tease him for. These are the moments that unlock the best mouth kisses you've ever dreamed of: long, sweet, where nothing is rushed but reached gradually, naturally, fully.
If he could, Eddie would eat every gift leaving your lips: your smile, your laugh, and the light in your eyes when you blush, when you see him coming and open your arms to him. He would feed on it, just to give you the triple of happiness you feel.
But like this is enough - even more than enough.
VOLT
He was made for kissing you, basically.
I repeat: he was made for kissing you.
Volt's mouth is at your service, always: to chant your praises, to titillate your cheeks with compliments, to whisper visions of pleasure in your ear, to keep you company at night and lead you in peaceful, wonderful dreams...
... And to chain your skin to the hottest, unholiest sensations you could ever imagine, and without you even complaining about it.
Of course Volt takes advantage of every dance session he has with you: grazing your forearm after and before a bold twirl, just to take your breath away; leaving a slow kiss on your neck or shoulder in the middle of a slow, sensual tango, or giving you a soft peak on the ear when you detach from one another. It's stronger than him, nothing is over until he makes you feel his lips on you and chuckles for your reaction, commenting on how stunning and alluring you are with your lips parted in surprise, and murmuring to himself - but loud enough expressly for you to hear - if he has to desert the club to take you somewhere else and test you in other places, or if it's wiser to leave it for the after night show. It depends on you.
The same confidence and ability in making your heart and thoughts race when you are the one kissing Volt or taking him somewhere private, but... is that a deep blush, right on his cheeks? And the crack here and there in his tone? Ooooh, someone is flustered just a little bit, especially if you choose to not lose any second and attack his chest, the exact spot the clothes cannot reach but your mouth can exploit as much as it likes. Soft jolts and gasps reveal you are doing great, even more if you start to tease around the edge of the shirt in quick smacks, and then let the tongue slip underneath and lick what's still hidden, just to add to the torment and have more fun at his expanses.
Let's call it payback.
"Look at you, live wire... I didn't suspect you were capable of such mischievous acts... better for me to pay more attention around you, from now on..."
"Yes, better for you. Next time I could be even more mischievous and merciless... see you around then!"
"Oh, so you are leaving me like this? How cruel of you, Y/N..."
Proper counter measures will follow this funny behaviour; you both know, and wait, for them.
There's Amir and Barry taking good care of you in the bathroom vanity, telling you just how pretty you are with even more sweet nothings while Tyrell pats at your damp skin with a nice warm and dry towel to ready you up for the day.
Then theres Johnny and Jean Loo crapping/singing each other to the death, Bathsheba and Rebel are at it again and Sinclaire is yelling out from the top of his lungs.
Notes: Thank you to @/gonegonethankyouuu for the idea!! Go check out her account!! I also had to research more on what princess treatment was because some of these things are just how most men in my town were raised to treat women 😅. (Definition and Info About ‘Princess Treatment’ at the bottom of the post!)
Warnings: GN! reader (MEN & ENBYS CAN BE PRINCESSES TOO, DARN IT!! >:( ) but the reader is implied to enjoy some more ‘traditionally girly’ things, princess isn’t used as a nickname, set post-realization for connivence
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Volt obviously treats you like a princess, and he doesn’t even mean to.
He canonically likes to kiss the back of your hand and that’s only the beginning of it.
They’re both gentlemen through and through, while Eddie will be subtle as always, Volt could care less to be.
He opens doors for you to enter first, and always opens your car door for you when you two are going somewhere together.
Both of them obey the ‘Sidewalk rule’^TM. You are on the inside of the sidewalk, it makes them both feel better knowing you’re further away from the maniacs that somehow managed to get their licenses.
I’ve mentioned before how Eddie would 100% protect you subtly. His hand would block sharp corners that you got too close to, closing cabinet doors before you hit your head on them, etc.
Eddie also does not care about how it looks, if you have a purse or go out with him, he will hold it for you if you’d like him to.
Volt likes buying you flowers (if you’re not allergic like I am (⋟﹏⋞)) and doesn’t just buy you any old bouquet, he actually puts effort into it and picks out what specific flowers you like and avoiding ones you dislike.
If it’s raining and you three went out together, Eddie will have you both stay where it’s dry and pull the car around just so you don’t get wet or rained on.
Eddie will always stand by and help you down from step ladders or just ladders in general. It’s definitely just him being nice and not him thinking you’ve fallen one too many times (one time is too many thank you very much.)
If you like getting spa treatments in any way, around the time you need to, you’ll suspiciously find some money in your wallet. And it’s just enough for you to get your nails, hair, etc done…
I hc that Eddie actually likes to cook and is very good at it. Volt is okay, like he can survive but Eddie typically cooks for you two.
Often, you’ll wake up to coffee or tea by your bed and it’s always still warm, which is because they both have memorized when you typically wake up.
You always get passenger seat when y’all are driving somewhere together.
Volt makes it his goal to compliment you almost every day, to remind you how much they both love you, how attractive you are and how much you mean to them.
Eddie tries to, in his own way, do the same. But he prefers non-verbal communication.
They both are protective of you (and each other) but won’t step in unless you signal them to. They know you can handle yourself but they like being able to help you when needed.
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Define Princess Treatment - "Princess treatment" refers to a style of romantic interaction where one partner treats the other with special care and attention, often in a way that resembles a fairy tale princess. Including acts of chivalry, pampering, attentiveness, and protection.
Also a disclaimer; Princess Treatment ≠ The Bare Minimum or a man being Dominant over you btw :3 This is NOT like that one woman on TikTok, that stuff is just gross and controlling.
Are you open to writing the homeowner being unintentionally adorable at doing anything and everyone just has cuteness aggression (squishing their cheeks, hugging them out the blue, etc)? Thank you!
ofc! this was cute (lowk struggle with sfw shit but it’s SO cute and fluffy so I hope I translated it just as good??) (I wrote half of this and realized I wrote it as the homeowner being aggressive<//3 RIP to the time spent on that half LMAO)
(I'm not sure if Volt's particularly fits "cuteness aggression" (not rlly aggressive), but I added it because I had a cute idea)
Dateables W/ Cute Aggressive Homeowner
warnings; sfw, fluffy, aggressive touching but out of love, biting (again... out of love), insults (Reggie, what do you expect?), you and Eddie are both victims, reader gets shocked
Your animated, inanimate lovers—all 101 of them—are gorgeous. There's really no way around it, or another descriptor that fits quite as well. Their attractiveness varies of course, although not based on a "beautiful to ugly" scale, but more "Ethereal to Cutie to Stunning..." and so on, so forth.
However, the same notion can be (and are openly) applied to you. Your lovers—all 101 of them—can all agree that you're one of the most attractive people they've met, whether they'd say to your face or not.
Nothing is particularly wrong with that! Just one homeowner and their many, many lovers who find each other cute, it's natural... The trouble comes into play when some of your lovers begin to get hit with waves of love that they weren't particularly prepared to handle. This, unfortunately for you, has caused them to develop a habit of taking said love out on you!
Reggie is used to feeling aggressive, he's used to feeling messy, and he's definitely used to feeling the urge to pinch someone. However, what he's not used to is feeling all those things, not out of pure hatred or even malice, but out of such a positive response from his own brain out of seeing you after you've been gone all day.
"You look stupid."
"Why, thank you, Regina Rejection."
Reggie shoots you a glare at the use of his full first name. The man is on your couch, like a wildcat waiting for its prey. Unfortunately for you, you're a bit too tired and affected by the magic spell that is the couch and its soft cushions are using to call to your numb legs.
You had to leave early this morning, and unfortunately, didn't have quite enough leeway to be able to put on the dateviators, awaken Reggie, and hope that he wouldn't snap at you for interrupting his beauty sleep, so you had ended up going to work without so much as a kiss or "goodbye."
So much to say, Reggie wasn't particularly happy when he woke up to you having apparently abandoned him. Although, he respected the coldness of it.
As soon as you manage to push Reggie's legs to make room for yourself, you practically melt back into the cushions, tilting your head and burying yourself against the soft throw pillows. The room becomes quiet, the only noise coming from the many TV channels Reggie had been switching through—however, neither one of you pay it much attention.
Reggie stares at the way you cuddle, curling in on yourself, still wearing your ugly ass uniform. You look comfortable, completely content to soak in the warmth of your home, and his presence... The man's feelings boil, silently trying to fight off the positive gush of serotonin that had suddenly rushed through him, until-
"Ow!"
You yelp as Reggie randomly kicked you, staring at you with an unchanging look. You try to glare, opening your mouth to ask what the fuck, but the only thing that escapes you is another curse as Reggie kicks you once again, harder, before following with more, more directed kicks in quick succession. Most of which land on your own legs.
"Fuck-" You scramble, almost falling off the couch in your attempt to get away from the assault on your poor legs. You stare in complete betrayal as Reggie immediately puts his legs back to where you had been sitting, you eye twitching as he looks at you smugly.
(As you turn away, Reggie's face drops, his face heating as he continues to struggle with his desperate want... It's painful for him, and not in a good, kinky way!)
Volt isn't an aggressive person by any means. Of course, not in the way he couldn't be, but there aren't a whole lot of situations where it's absolutely required. The man is much more suited to be a lover! Specifically, for his actual lovers, you and Eddie!
Now, when you had joined their relationship, Eddie hadn't really thought to warn you about how Volt is... The man is a lot clingier than anyone would initially assume, considering he's friendly and borderline flirty with almost anyone who walks into the bar. However, that little show is nothing compared to how much love and affection the man holds for his two true loves.
You lie with Volt on their shared bed, Eddie himself gone to take a quick shower. It's not often the two aren't dressed nicely, but it's refreshing to see them completely relaxed, without the burden of customers weighing them down.
Volt feels similarly, practically going dead against your body to keep you down. You look divine like this, and you don't even know it—it doesn't help that you're petting him, threading your fingers through his long, glowing hair. If he were a cat, there's no doubt in either of your minds he'd be purring with content.
His hands reach up to hold just one of yours, pressing a kiss onto your palm while you continue your previous motions with your other hand. As you begin rebuilding your uninterrupted rhythm, not paying much mind to the intense stare Volt gives you- you suddenly let out a surprised shriek, yanking your hand away from his hair.
"Ow- Holy shit!" You blow on your hand, wincing. Volt jerks immediately, staring at you with the same wide eyes you're looking at your hand with.
"Live wire!" Volt follows immediately, sitting up to make sure you weren't hurt. He grabs your shocked hand in his—it doesn't look like you were actually harmed, just surprised from the suddenness of it. Volt's heart slowly calms down, breathing a sigh of relief, "Are you alright? Let me see..."
You let out a giggle, completely taken aback, while you cradle your hand, "W- what the hell?" You snicker weakly, realizing it obviously wasn't done on purpose. In the corner of your eye, you see Eddie finally approaching—letting out a genuine chuckle at the sight.
(To Volt's credit, he is incredibly embarrassed... Eddie doesn't feel quite as bad, at least someone else knows his pain)
Parker... is fairly aggressive, maybe? Not out of any actual aggression (... maybe) but it's usually done all in good fun! Biting, getting tackled, climbed on, or anything like that is pretty normal, especially if you're in a relationship! It really shouldn't be surprising that Parker succumbs so easily to his urge to nip and growl at you when you happen to set off the Cute Alarms in his brain!
You and Parker curl up comfortably on your bed, your laptop opened up and playing a video about the history of game pieces.
You had just wanted one peaceful night to cuddle with your boyfriend, but knowing him, you were hoping that the video would distract him long enough for you to get an hour of well-deserved nap time. You really should have known better, though!
While you were curling up and closing your eyes, with Parker's head lying against your chest comfortably, he had actually been glancing at your half-asleep face periodically, strangely quiet.
You're cute, occasionally fighting to keep your eyes open to continue watching the video with him, but you were clearly losing the battle to sleep. Your hair, your pretty lashes, the absolutely adorable way you purse your lips before letting out a tired moan... Parker just can't help it! Seeing you so trusting, so soft, makes his heart flutter like a bug!
"Grh!" You curse as Parker—your dear, darling, loving boyfriend—leans upwards and bites you—taking a good chunk of your cheek in his mouth. Your tired eyes shoot open, widening as you quickly raise your hands and pry him off as he lets out the most shit-eating giggle ever. Parker grabs that same cheek, cradling it in his hand and rubbing the saliva off of you, snickering, even as you glare at him in tired, exasperated annoyance, "I swear, I won't do it again."
You let out a tired groan, at least knowing—if absolutely nothing else—that the boyscout would most definitely follow that now that it was a rule, "I love you, Park, but please chill with the biting." You murmur, closing your eyes and making sure to angle your face away from him, although nothing without a chaste kiss to the lips.
Investing in a muzzle doesn't sound like an awful idea, does it...?
This was inspired by a sweet ask about Chance being comforted by putting his die to your heart.
synop: When you come down with a bout of anxiety, Chance is there to calm you down.
Taking his advice, you help him when he gets stressed out too.
words: 2.5K
includes: chancexgn!reader, established relationship, anxiety, angst, angst/comfort, hurt/comfort, fluff, love confessions
a/n: I've been goin through it, so this piece is a lil bit of a vent. Hope you enjoy!
Sitting at your computer, your knee was bouncing. Vibrations running through your desk as you feel your anxiety grow and grow. Leg speeding up along with your heart rate. Inside, your mind was reeling. Everything was building too much too quickly. A pop up appeared on your screen, Mac trying to indicate that you needed to stop doom scrolling. You didn’t have your Dateviators on, so they couldn’t speak to you directly.
Looking at your desk, you grabbed the glasses. Finger tracing around the frame gently, the action making Skylar shiver.
You knew that the objects could feel your touch, but it never fully registered for you. Even with Mac gushing about your double clicking, or Betty informing you about how fluffing your pillows feels, it was hard to put two-and-two together for you.
Shrugging your shoulders, you placed the glasses on your face.
A warm hand settled on your bouncing leg. Dasha gave you a concerned look as she pat your knee.
“Please, rest your knee.” She let out a sigh of relief since you stopped.
“Oh shit. Sorry, Dasha.” You curled down sheepishly.
She gave you a big pat on the shoulder.
“No hard feelings.”
When she left, you laid your head on the desk. Turning to the side, you spotted your D20. With your finger you twirled it around over your desk. Sighing, you let it clatter to a stop.
“Want to talk about it?” A voice by your side asked.
Still laying on the desk, you turned your head in the direction of the sound. There stood the personified form of your D20. A concerned furrow in his brow at the state you were in.
“I don’t know what there is to talk about.” You mumbled against the desk.
Truly, you didn’t. There wasn’t a thing or issue you could point directly to that was making you feel this way. You were in this state of limbo, not sure of what exactly you were feeling. Eventually the overthinking had your mind spiraling. What if, what if, what if? Playing on repeat over and over in your head.
What could you tell him? Life? The state of the world? Work, or lack thereof? Too many things, yet nothing specific.
“You look like you’re thinking about a lot.” Chance placed a warm hand on your shoulder tenderly.
He gave you a soft smile, one you managed to return.
“I am. Trying to figure out what is going on with…” you waved around yourself, “this.”
“Maybe we could break things down a bit? Help you figure out ‘this’?” Chance offered.
“How?” You croaked out.
“Think broad. What’s a big concept that you think is affecting you negatively?” Chance took a seat beside you, elbows on his knees with his head perched on his hands. Ready to listen attentively.
Letting out a long sigh through your nose, you sat up from your desk.
“Life.”
“Okay, now we can be a bit more specific. Tell me an aspect of your life that is bothering you right now.” Chance motioned for you to continue.
“My relationships.”
“What kind of relationships?” He asked.
“All of them, really. Family, friends…” you eye Chance, “lovers.”
Chance blushed slightly, but pressed on.
“Let’s start with friends first.” He said.
Good, the safer option.
“I guess I feel like I’m coming off as too much? Especially the objects I’ve become close friends with. Like, am I pushing them too much? I have to use them, you know? So is it a problem that I keep engaging with them all the time?” It felt odd telling one of those said objects about this, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Plus, he was clearly listening and registering what you said.
“Have any of the objects told you this?” He asked.
“Well, no. But, sometimes I feel like their body language indicates they don’t want me there. I dunno, maybe I’m reading too much into it.” You dropped your head with a sad sigh.
Chance reached for your face, warm hand cupping your chin and raising it up.
“If it helps, I love spending time with you. Even just having you close by is nice.” He gave you a soft smile.
“Really?”
“Of course!” Chance said your name adoringly. “When I say I think you’re perfect, I mean it.” The confession shot butterflies to your stomach.
“But…”
“And I know the others feel the same as I do. You might have those glasses, but we also have the autonomy to interact with you or not. Guess what?” He asked with a grin.
“What?”
“We choose to be with you. Not because we have to, but because we want to.”
At Chance’s words, you felt tears prick at your eyes. Blinking, you let them fall. With a loving swipe of his thumb, he wiped them off your cheeks for you.
Deciding it best not to keep pressing you, Chance decided to switch gears.
“I want to do something with you, if you don’t mind.” He stood up, offering you his hand.
Gingerly, you accepted it. Pulling you up, he wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug. Head placed in the crook of your neck as he held you tight. Relaxing in his hold, you wrapped your arms around him. The two of you stood like that for a moment. Almost feeling as if you were melding together.
Pulling away, Chance gave you a soft smile. Leaning in, he placed a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. The tender action makes you let out an amused huff.
“Let’s go to your bedroom.” He said pulling your arm gently.
“Bedroom?” Your face flushed.
Pausing wide eyed, Chance’s face also turned red.
“Not like that…” he shook the embarrassment off, “I’ve got something else I wanna do.”
“Oookaaayy.” You said in a singsong voice.
He brought you upstairs to your room, hopping on the bed. Shuffling in the covers, he made himself comfortable. Opening his arms, he invited you in.
Taking the invite, you joined him. Snuggling against his chest, you let out a content sigh. Gosh, he was so warm and soft. Such a pleasant feeling man.
“Close your eyes for me.” He asked softly.
You did as he asked, shutting your eyes.
“Now listen.” He pulled you as close to his chest as you could.
Through his sweater you could hear the steady sound of his heartbeat. As you lay there listening, you felt yourself relaxing more and more. Almost as if the sound of his heart was putting you in a trance.
“How are you feeling?” You felt him caress your head gently, nails lightly scratching your scalp.
Letting out a pleased hum, you snuggled further into his chest.
“Really good.” You mumbled against him, a content smile on your face.
“Now, keeping your eyes closed, I want you to focus on your breathing. Follow mine.” He said.
Nodding, you focused on the way his chest moved. Slowly you breathed in and out, eventually breathing in tandem. This meditative exercise was pushing the annoying buzz out of your mind. Replacing it with thoughts on the feelings surrounding you. The sound of Chance’s heart, the feel of his hand’s gentle caress, the movement of your chests breathing together.
You reached for Chance’s hand, intertwining your fingers together.
“Thank you for this.” You said quietly.
“You can come to me anytime. “ He lifted your hand to his lips, giving it a tender kiss.
With that, you found yourself drifting in his arms. Heartbeat following you into a blissful sleep.
Chance didn’t know how much more he could take. Weeks and weeks of planning this new campaign, and his people pleasing habits have bit him in the ass. While the rest of the party was fine, great, even, there was one that was causing all sorts of problems. Lux asked to join. Despite his reservations, Chance felt like he couldn’t say “no.”
“Noooo, I would never let my luxurious cloak get soaked in the mud! I'm staying at the tavern. The peasants can bask in my glory!” Lux exclaimed.
At the head of the table, you saw Chance clenching his fist. He wasn’t one for railroading, but everyone else had decided to go on a special quest because there was an active thunderstorm. He felt it was time for desperate measures. Lux always pressed to have their way, and this time it was causing the party to squabble.
“What if we just left them at the tavern?” Jerry asked, running a frustrated hand through his unruly locks.
Chance let out a frustrated sigh.
“No! I’m not letting you guys split the party.” His abrasiveness took the party aback. Realizing this, Chance let out another sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he continued. “Sorry, let’s take five and we can come back to this.”
Chance walked into the hall to cool down. You followed him, worry written on your face.
“Hey.” You said softly, reaching for his hand.
“Hey.” His voice was monotone, but he took your hand.
“Are you doing alright?”
“Not particularly.” He mumbled. Clenching his eyes shut, he let out yet another exasperated sigh. “It’s just that Lux can be such a handful, and they’re clearly affecting how you guys are playing.” His jaw tightened. “I really don’t want to blow up, but it’s getting really hard.”
“Here.” You pulled out Chance’s D20.
He raised a questioning brow, then blushed when you kissed the 20 side.
“You can actually kiss me, you know?”
“I know, I’m not done though.” You took his die, slipping it under your shirt and holding him over your heart.
Chance’s eyes softened as he listened to your heartbeat. He relaxed into feeling your body’s warmth.
“How’s that?” You asked.
Chance reached for your face, thumb lovingly rubbing your cheek as he leaned in. Softly, he pressed his lips to yours. Appreciating the sound of your heart and the feeling of your warmth.
“Better.”
“Good.” You gave him a sweet smile, pecking his lips again. “Now, let’s get back to playing. I think I have an idea on how to get Lux on the rest of the party’s side.”
You pulled Chance back into the office, the rest of the party was sitting at the table.
“Alright. You told me you have a plan?” Chance asked pointedly when you sat down.
“Mhmm!” You nodded.
“Care to share?” Jerry asked, a look of desperation in his eyes.
“Alright, Lux,” you turned to them, “with the ingredients I have I should be able to create a waterproofing potion. Which would keep your cloak clean.”
“I don’t know… I’m kinda having fun here!” Lux said sassily.
“What if I told you that the Thunderbird’s feathers could make you even flashier than you already are?” You crossed your fingers behind your back, hoping you could convince them.
Lux paused, hand on their chin in thought.
“I’m listening…”
“You’d be able to gain some storm magic, and the feathers have a rare kind of beauty to them. Plus, you would have bragging rights for getting near one. Meaning you have more of a chance to impress people.” You gave them a smile.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me.”
Around the table you heard a collective sigh of relief. Chance mouthed a “thank you”, to which you shot back a wink.
The rest of the session went a bit smoother. Your team worked to locate the Thunderbird and battle it. Finding it was easy, fighting it was another story. It wasn’t because it was a hard beast to beat.
“What do you mean I can’t go again? I cast two spells last round?” Lux pouted.
“Lux, you used a spell that needed a bonus action last round. You can only cast one of those again.” Chance pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Ugh, this is ridiculous!” Lux huffed.
Chance held back a groan, tightening his jaw. Seeing this reaction, you grabbed his die. Holding it against your heart, you watched Chance soften. He looked at you with a soft smile, giving you a nod of acknowledgement.
Every so often you would press Chance’s die to your heart. Helping him calm down from whatever antic was making him frustrated. The session ended well enough, you had brought down the Thunderbird and collected your winnings.
When everyone had left to their respective homes, you were left alone with Chance. You helped clean up the table in a comfortable silence. As you picked up various G&G items, you could feel Chance glance at you every so often.
“Like what you see?” You teased.
“I do.” Pausing his organizing, Chance walked up to you. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For what?” You cocked your head to the side.
“For your help. Finding a way to work with Lux and taking care of my die.” He planted a light kiss to your cheek.
“It was nothing. You’ve done far more for me. I actually wouldn’t have learned to do that without you.” You gave him a soft smile.
“It’s not nothing to me.”
You shrugged your shoulders.
“Seriously.” He pulled you into him, wrapping you in a tight hug. “Gosh, I wish you knew how perfect you are.”
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his words. How was he such a charmer?
“Chance…” You trailed, pulling away to look at him. Biting your lip, you felt nervous. “I love you.”
His eyes widened, filled with pure adoration. Abruptly, he pulled you into a tight hug. Slightly lifting you off the ground with a chuckle.
“I love you!” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “I’ve been waiting forever to say that.” He let out a sigh of relief.
“You have?” You didn’t realize.
“Of course.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been in love with you before you even got those.” He poked at the bridge of your glasses.
The confession had your heart stuttering. Before…
“It’s kind of impossible to not love you.” He rubbed his hand down his face, unable to drop his smile. “It feels so good to tell you that.”
“I. Love. You.” He said pressing a kiss to your forehead, nose, then lips.
“I love you too, you big goof.” You nuzzled your nose against his.
When you finished up in the office, you brought Chance to bed with you. You could tell he wanted to spend more time with you, and, well, you wanted to spend more time with him. Curled up against you he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, peppered with “I love yous”. It was as if he couldn’t stop saying it. Making up for what felt like lost time.
“As excited as I am to be realized, I think I’ll miss being able to be so close to your heart.” Chance admitted, his head laying on your chest.
“Chance, we can still do this.” You said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“I guess, but I’ll be significantly less portable.”
Rolling your eyes, you pecked his forehead.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t come and cuddle with me when you want.” You said.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, you’re so perfect.” He sat himself up, planting a kiss on your lips.
“If anything I’m more concerned you’ll forget about me.” You admitted.
It was pretty embarrassing to admit to anyone that you had no idea how to kiss, especially when there is no other way to admit to it apart from being blunt as fuck.
What was even more embarrassing was that you had no idea how to kiss and all the objects in your house hold had a thing for you, and you were dating the literal embodiment of your breaker box. What's even more embarrassing than that? Eddie and Volt had no idea of your little secret.
It seemed strange that they didn't know that you couldn't kiss, especially since the three of you were together. However, in your defence, your relationship was very new, and you had just about to weasel your way out of explaining that complicated mess to Volt when he first tried to kiss you, and that was only because you were honest about you and Eddie spent time together (which spiralled into its own situation in itself).
Maybe you shouldn’t have been able to weasel out of that situation, because now you were stuck with the inevitable, awkward conversation to have with them about it. You should have come out with the embarrassing truth long ago, get it out of the way because, now, it was getting harder to admit.
“Livewire?”
Volt’s voice caught you off guard and your eyes shot up to his. “Yes?”
“We did you go, hm?” He asked, a hand moving from your back to lightly grasp your chin with his index finger and thumb. “Could see you went elsewhere.”
Right. You were dancing with him. Though, now it was more like swaying.
“I didn’t go anywhere.” You said with a small laugh, looking up at him and mustering your best smile.
“Even I could tell your mind was wondering.” Eddie chimed in from a few feet away from you and Volt.
"You're all the way over at the bar, how can you tell?" You tutted, shaking your head, but Eddie only chuckled in response.
Volt tiled his head as he looked in your eyes. "What's going on, livewire? Talk to us."
"It's nothing." You said with a small shake of the head. "It's stupid."
"Which is it? Nothing, or stupid? It can't be both." Eddie called out from the bar, but when you looked over at his you could see him making his way over to the two of you.
You shrugged your shoulders lightly, letting out an indecisive sound that caused the two objects to glance at one another. "Stupid. It's- no, no... it's silly, embarassing. I don't wanna talk about it."
“Livewire…” Volt said slowly.
“Wait- volt, maybe let them pass on telling us this time.” Eddie said with a glance to Volt then to you. “Spark, you don’t have to talk about it. If you don’t want to, that is.”
You hummed faintly, but it grew louder and into a small whine as you hung your head low. "Wait- no, I should probably tell you."
With the heavy sigh that escaped your lips, the two men looked at each other in confusion.
"Spark?" Eddie called.
"Ah, nope. I'm working up the courage, and how I'm about to lose a lot of dignity here."
Volt's eyebrows narrowed. "Did you, perhaps, do something morally wrong, like take some kid's sweets?"
"That's the most morally wrong thing you can come up with?" Eddie questioned, looking over at Volt again. "Really?"
"Well, I don't know, Eddie." Volt exasperated, "It's Livewire, it could be anything."
"It's going to be something a lot different to stealing from some kid, Volt."
"You don't know that."
"What, and you do?"
"I haven't kissed anyone before!" You blurted out in the midst of their arguing.
There was a silence that fell between the three of you, and you were sure that Eddie and Volt would have been able to hear the pounding of your heartbeat. It was the quietest it had ever been in the Breaker Box.
"That's it?" Eddie questioned, his voice lacking the previous concern that it had held.
"Eddie!" Volt warned, tutting slowly before looking back down at you, cupping your face as his hand stroked your cheek. "Is that what you were so worried about telling us?"
"Well, yeah.." You muttered faintly. "Isn't that a big thing? Like.. it's a tie breaker?"
"Uh, no...?" Eddie said slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Who told you that?"
You hesitated for a moment. "Well, no one, really... I just kind of thought that..."
"Well, you thought wrong, Livewire." Volt chuckled faintly, but he wasn't laughing at you, at least you could tell that out of all things.
You exhaled slowly, then decided you needed to quickly move on. You gave a strange thumbs up and forced out a laugh. "Wow, great chat guys. So glad we had this time, great hang out, I'm gonna go to bed now."
As you turned to leave, Volt let out an 'ah-ah-ah' and pulled you back by the waist. "Did you really think that was all that was going to happen?"
"Well, a little bit?" You said slowly. "Oh, come on, I did my embarrassing confession time, can't we just leave it at that?"
"Oh, definitely not, Spark." Eddie said with a small shake of this head. "Is this why you've been dodging us every time one of us try and initiate anything?"
You stayed silent for a few seconds, eyeing Eddie. "...It was that obvious?"
"Yes." They both said at the same time.
You sighed and slumped where you stood, it only caused Volt to laugh as he moved his hands to your sides and tilted his head down to meet your eyes.
"It's not that bad, Livewire." He tried to reassure, a sweet smile on his face. "You could have just told us, there is a pretty fun solution to all of this, after all."
You felt your face redden and you quickly shook your head. “No, no, I’m not about to embarrass myself. I’m shit at this type of stuff.”
“Well, the only way to get better is to practice.” Volt mused, his hand moved to your cheek, his thumb rubbing lightly on your skin. “Isn’t that right, Eddie?”
Eddie sighed faintly, clearly not wanting to condone the persuasion coming from Volt’s mouth. “I think that’s up to our Livewire.”
When both pair of eyes fell back on you, you felt your heart skip a beat. Your hesitance and worries about making a fool of yourself were quickly forgotten with the fluttering in your stomach that came with the looks that Eddie and Volt would always give you.
“It’ll be bad.” You spluttered out, shaking your head quickly, waving your hands as you tried to save the two from your inexperience. “I can’t for the life of me.”
“Livewire,” Volt sighed, and this time he shook his head. His hand didn’t move away from your face, his head only tilted lightly to the side as his eyes bore into yours. “It’s you, I doubt it would be as bad as you’re making it to seem.”
"Volt..." You muttered, any explanation or reasoning you had dying on your tongue.
"Ah, ah," Volt said with a tut, he urged your chin upwards so you could actually look at him. "Livewire, do you trust us?"
"What?" You questioned with a faint scoff. "What, yeah... Yeah, of course I trust you two."
"Then, won't you let us help you with this little issue of yours?" He asked.
Your eyes lingered on Volt's for a seconds before they quickly darted to Eddie with an expression that could only be described as pleading, as if he held the answers for you, and he would be the tie-breaker.
"Don't look at me, Spark." He uttered with a shake of his head, his voice surprisingly soft. "This is up to you, I'm not telling you what you should do, and neither is Volt."
You hesitated.
You thought it out.
What was the harm?
"Okay..." You muttered.
"What an enthusiastic answer." Eddie rolled his eyes, but there was no malice in his tone.
Volt glanced over at his other half and shot him a glare, "Now, now, they're finding their voice. Give them a second, Eddie."
"Will... Will you help me...?" You muttered under your breath, looking away as you felt your face heat up with embarassment.
Volt's face lit up as he let out a 'ah' sound that was only full of joy. "Why, of course, my dear livewire."
You cleared your throat anxiously, but neither of the objects made a move. Instead, Volt's hand moved away from your chin and moved to your cheek, his gaze intense but loving. Your heart hammered in your chest at his look, convinced that he was going to lean in.
He didn't.
"Who do you want to kiss you first?" He asked so simply, as if he was asking you what you wanted to drink.
"Uh, huh... What- I don't-"
"I think you're better off giving Livewire their first kiss, Volt." Eddie chimed in, saving you from choosing between the two of them (an impossible choose you decided). "You're already close enough, anyway."
Volt hummed, as if he was considering it, but you and Eddie knew that there was no way in hell he was going to argue it. "I suppose so."
He looked at you for a few seconds, and you found yourself drowning in his gaze. Your nerves were getting the better of you, and you were two seconds away from backing out entirely.
"Relax." He whispered, brushing his nose against yours before pulling away just far enough so that you could look him in the eye. "Just follow my lead, hm? Part your lips a little... That's it.."
His nose nudged against yours again, a faint smile pulling on his lips as his eyes became half-lidded. You followed, closing your eyes as you leaned in the tiniest bit closer, feeling how yours and his breath were on each other's skin.
When his lips pressed against yours, he started off with a quick kiss, soft, easy. You half expected Volt to go in straight for something more passionate, it had seemed more his speed, but you were proven wrong. He pulled away for a second, and you had realised that he was just testing the waters, seeing how you would react to a kiss like that.
When he saw that you had no qualms with it, he leaned in once more. The second kiss lasted longer, much longer, but it did not waver in the gentleness of the previous one. Volt made sure to keep a pace that you could easily keep up with, and one that was your speed.
It was simple, but it was enough to make your head spin. Before you knew it, you were leaning in just as much as Volt was. You and he made no further movement to push the kiss into something more than it was. Your hands found his sides, finding themselves become more comfortable when he guided them to do so with his free hand, before his hands moved to cradle your face.
Eventually, about a eight or nine seconds, Volt had pulled away a second time. You fluttered your eyes open, speechless as you looked up at him. Though, he only had his signature smirk plastered on his face.
"How was that?" He asked in a hushed voice, one of his hands pushing the hair out of your face.
"Uh... good, yeah, good..." You muttered faintly.
Your faint words caused Volt to let out a chuckle, but his eyes fell to Eddie who was still beside the two of you. "Eddie, how would you feel letting our Liverwire have a go?"
Eddie didn't answer, he only looked over at you instead. "Livewire?"
"If you want to as well, Eddie." You said, trying to make your voice come out louder than it did before, but you still sounded as flustered and as nervous as you did before.
There was a slither of a smile on his face, sweetness underlining on his rather gruff exterior. He took a step closer, replacing Volt's spot. You could have sworn that he was as nervous as you, but was the type who didn't seem it just because of their usual appearance. You could see the blush on his face, though.
"I want to." He muttered, his hand moving up to caress your cheek.
His eyes lingered on yours for a few seconds too long, he, too, was building up the courage to kiss you. He inhaled slowly, exhaling as he leaned in. You found yourself leaning in too, learning form what Volt had done moments before.
You figured that Eddie was the lucky one, Volt got the prime nervous version of you, while Eddie got the version of you that was just starting to grasp what to do.
Eddie's kiss didn't last as long as Volt's did, he pulled away after about half the time of yours and Volt's kiss. However, he didn't move away too quickly.
His forehead rested against yours, hand still cupping your cheek as his other hand cradled the side of your neck. His breathing was slow, and he wasn't looking in your eyes, rather his gaze lingered on your lips.
"Seems Eddie, here, is more nervous than you." Volt teased, his hand snaking up to rest on Eddie's side.
That was when Eddie pulled away, but even that was reluctant. "I didn't want to rush it, it was the first time we kissed."
"Touché." Volt hummed, his attentional shifted onto you. "How was that, hm? Are you glad you told us now?"
You let out a breath of laughter, before nodding timidly. "Yeah. Yeah, I am."
"Well, isn't that good?" Volt said rhetorically, looking between you and Eddie before his eyes landed on yours again. "Because, now, we get to do this a lot more."
pre-datevators imagine the reader/player, it's cleaning day and they've got the radio on playing a few songs from their spotify (or soundcloud or yoututbe or whatever you listen on) playlist and they get into the habit of dancing throughout house as one of their favorite songs come on (preferably a song by Prince of TWRP)
Dancing with some of the objects they've been cleaning with even singing with some of the objects in the house, embarrassing some and turning on others with how sensual some the moves are (bonus points if the reader is im they're pajama fit which is just a t-shirt and hair out, no pants) but overall just having fun.
Now imagine after they get dateviators they're reminded of this and get embarrassed (because who wouldn't) and when cleaning day comes again they're cleaning the house with no music on (torture), and without thinking they put on the dateviators just to see if they we're doing a good job only to see their companions upset thinking the the player was upset with them since they hadn't been dancing as much anymore.
Pls lemme know anyone writes this cuz i would love to read it, I've been in a writing slump lately and I've got all these ideas that need to happen. Thx ( ^3^)
