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⚠︎Electric Shock Risk⚠︎

(Part 3): Trust

Fandom: Date Everything!

Characters: Eddison Watts and Volt

Description:

Earning the trust of two of the most enigmatic figures in this house is a slow, strenuous process.

Perhaps you must find a way into their hearts individually before you'd be able to truly earn that trust. And that means getting to know them. Quite intimately.

Warnings: Injury, Non-Sexual Wireplay/Fixing, Alcohol, Trust Issues

Original Ao3 Link

Part 1 | Part 2

You could barely hear the panicked, confused shouts from the crowd in the bar over the ringing in your ears. You stood up so fast the chair clattered to the floor behind you, pushing through to get to the stage— no sign of Volt. The worming, twisting sensation of worry coiled around your lungs as you looked over at the bar, to every corner of the club room. No shock of blindingly white hair, no shadow of a gruff mechanic. Your eyes fixed on the final place you could think of— the door to the backstage.

The moment you approached it, you heard hushed whispers from within. Those distinctive voices calmed you at first, but then, the panic in them dropped your heart further in the pit of your stomach.

“Eddie, please— just let me go out! You’re going to fry yourself completely—“

“No! I’m not— I can’t lose you!”

You didn’t bother knocking.

The handle was hellishly hot, and you winced in pain as you wrenched it open. As you suspected, there was Eddie slumped against the wall, and Volt, standing over him with… oh, you’d never seen either of them in such a sorry state. Volt’s typical dazzling smile was wiped off, replaced with a raw look of genuine fear. Eddie’s eyes were blown wide, his breath coming out in short pants— was that breath or a puff of steam?

They both stop when you enter, snapping their heads to you. Volt stands, face twisting into a mix of surprise and anger that seemed to cut through your very flesh, but Eddie stopped him by weakly grabbing his wrist.

“Volt— Wait…” His voice was so weak, so vulnerable. “They deserve to know.”

Volt seems to calm down, but only slightly, shooting you a stabbing glare of suspicion. “…alright.”

“Know what? What’s happening to you?” You stepped closer, and Volt clenched Eddie tightly to his chest protectively. Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly fighting to stay with you. Electricity crackled around the two of them, but it was from the pleasant, buzzing currents you had come to know. It was harsh, dangerous, like a barbed shield warning you not to come too close. Volt rubbed Eddie’s back as you spoke, and you weren’t sure if his touch was to comfort himself or Eddie. Perhaps both. You were burningly curious, longing for more information… but the sickly flush on Eddie’s cheeks, the tremble of his hands… questions could wait until he was safe, until he was able to glare at you with his usual scorn. “Actually, no. Explain later. Tell me what I need to do.”

“The system.” Volt’s voice was shot through with urgency. Eddie’s eyes widened in an expression you’d never seen marr his face— terror.

“Volt, don’t!”

“You have to reset it.”

“No!” Eddie jolted upright, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes. “We both know what that could mean, Volt could disappear and I- I don’t know if I could bring him back..” He choked up just a little. “Please, you can’t!”

You felt a lot of things in that moment. Stunned silence, confusion, fear… but processing all this would have to wait. “If this is the only way to help, you’re just delaying the inevitable.”

“That’s right.” Volt seemed to soften at your words, knowing you were on his side. He guided Eddie to lay back against the wall. “Eddie, it's the only fix we have left.”

Eddie’s gaze flicked between you and Volt rapidly. You spoke before he could. “I know its scary, but Volt and I will be here with you, okay? Slowly tearing yourself apart like this isn’t going to help anything.”

He took a long, deep breath, eyes falling shut. His left hand tapped incessantly against his thigh, perhaps as a way to ground himself, perhaps as a way of releasing all the static electricity built up inside him. After a moment, he slumped in defeat. “I’ll walk you through it.”

Both you and Volt let out sighs of relief. He met your gaze, something akin to… gratefulness hidden in the curve of his lips and twitch of his brows. It made something inside you flutter just a little, even in such a desperate situation.

Your focus snapped back to Eddie as he groaned, standing up on wobbly legs. You rushed to his side, and he paused, arms hovering like he didn’t know what to do with them before finally leaning against you.

“Volt, go back out to the bar. You gotta deal with the crowd out there.”

He stood up quickly, crackling with electricity at the mere idea of leaving Eddie alone. You spoke before he could.

“Volt, please… I’ll take care of him.”

He paused, confliction written all over his face. He glanced from you to Eddie then back to you again. This time, he focused in on you, appraising you, studying you. You felt oddly like you were being stripped bare, like each layer of you was being peeled away under his stare, like he was trying to decide the very nature of you. Then, he seemed to realize something, his eyes widening just a little. He sighed, running his fingertip over the nail of his thumb. “Be careful.”

You nodded. He gave Eddie one final look before leaving you alone in the backroom together. Eddie sprang into action almost immediately, wild, slightly glassy eyes looking up at you as he slumped against your shoulder. “Help me over to the toolbox.”

You nodded, heart pounding out of your chest as you helped him into a nearby chair. He almost went completely limp the moment he sat down, one arm dangling off the side. You picked up the toolbox.

“What do I do?”

“C’mere.” His dark eyes were fixed on your hands, in a way that could almost be interpreted as nervousness. Nervousness? That was not a word you associated with Eddison Watts. And you certainly didn’t like the idea. You were startled out of your thoughts by the sight of him slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wait- hold on- what are you–?!” You stammer out, the sight of his bare chest in such a dire situation completely catching you off guard. The memory of feeling up that very same chest the night before infected your mind once more, and you quickly tried to shove it to the side. Calm down. He must be overheating, due to nerves, maybe? You didn’t know. But surely it cannot be–

He slipped a hand in what seemed to be a latch on his chest, pulling it open to reveal mechanical insides. Wires, twisting, tangled up and folding over each other like a pit of hungry snakes. A fusebox, a bright yellow warning reading ‘DANGER’, the whirr of what must be some sort of fan. You stepped closer, and you could feel a rush of hot air against your face.

“...oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” He scoffed, his head facing as much away from you as possible.

“How did I miss this yesterday?”

“Hidden latch. Couldn’t’ve found it if you tried.” He mumbled. “Put some gloves on.”

You had so, so many questions. But for now, you just put the gloves on, letting their rough inner surface partially distract you from your thoughts. You knelt down in front of him, between his legs, so you were face to… well, metal with the fusebox that took the place of a human heart. The air was hotter when you got closer, almost stinging your eyes. A smell not unlike burnt plastic filled your nose. You looked up at him, his ajar mouth, flushed skin, the steam tumbling from his lips with every too-heavy breath… and those half-lidded eyes, watering slightly with what must be pain. Just sitting in front of him was uncomfortably hot. You couldn’t even imagine how it would feel to have that burning core inside you.

“Put your… open the fusebox. You’ll have to part the wires ‘round it. Move slow, be careful. Fuck, be careful…” His words slurred together just slightly, one of his hands brushing his sweat-soaked hair from his face while the other gripped onto the armrest with a white-knuckled intensity. You tried to keep your hands as steady as possible, but still, when you touched the first wire he flinched. Violently. You paused, giving him a second to calm down again before going to touch it again. You felt him tense, his eyes squeezed tight. You began to untangle the wires, slowly, methodically, with as much care as you could manage under such strenuous circumstances.

“How are you feeling?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely a whisper. “Bad.”

You continued to work, feeling your hands sweat profusely the closer you got to his mechanical core. You didn’t expect him to speak again, but he did.

“It’s… It’s hurting Volt too. I know it is.” He sighed. “Power outages like this… they mess with his head.”

“Volt…” You think over it for a moment, considering whether it’d be appropriate to ask when Eddie was in this sort of condition. But curiosity got the better of you. “Who is he to you?”

The wires you touched seemed to burn hotter at that question.

“I guess… a part of me.” Eddie spoke slowly, cautiously. “I don’t mean that metaphorically. I made him.”

You paused, taking a moment to look up at him. “Made?”

“Made.” He took a deep sigh, as if it was a great weight off his shoulders to admit. “This entire house relies on my power. On my ability to keep the grid together. But I was failing. Fast. All I remember is feeling… this want, like I needed to be everywhere at once.”

“And you split yourself?”

He nodded slowly. “I remember this… surge of electricity. It was blinding. It was total. Then, when I came to, bright eyes staring into mine.” He took a deep, shaky breath, eyes closing. “And he was there.”

You thought over this for a moment, continuing your motions on his wires with a tad more carefulness. “Is it like… an Adam and Eve situation?”

He opened his eyes a crack, raising his brows. “Haven’t thought of it that way, but… sure. Yeah. He took a part of me, and made it his own.” He winced as you touched a particularily sensitive wire, and you whispered an apology.

“So he’s like…”

“I don’t know. A partner?” He placed a shaky hand on your head as you finally reached the Fusebox, holding onto you to steady himself. “Doesn’t matter, anyway. What matters is… I can’t go back to life without him. I can’t go back to being alone.”

Your lips drew tightly together. You touched the sweltering surface of the fusebox, splaying your fingers out on the metal. His grip tightened on you, his breath stopped for a moment. Then, so quietly you could’ve sworn you’d imagined it, he said your name.

“Eddie?”

He repeated it, but a little louder. His eyes were glassy, his teeth gritted together. “Promise me.”

“Anything.” You took his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. “What do you need?”

“No. I need you to really promise.” His voice lowered. Somehow, it sounded more like the dying fizzle of a broken wire than human words. “If Volt… if he disappears after this… you’ll stay, right?”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. You met his watery gaze again, seeing his once so cold and distant eyes staring at you with need, like he might fall apart at the screwed-together joints if you breathed a negative word in his direction. This was a form of Eddie you had to be gentle with, one you had only just come to know at all. You slowly stood up, taking his face in your hands. He immediately leaned into it, almost nuzzling into your palm. You let your thumbs run over his overheated skin, feeling the slight buzz of an electrical current just below.

“Eddie, I’ll always stay.”

He raised a hand to place over yours, holding it to his cheek like a drowning man to a life raft, as if you might disappear if he let up even a little pressure. You stood there for what felt like an eternity, his head creadled in your hands, his breath fanning against your palm. Then, he took a long, deep breath, and nodded, releasing you. He didn’t thank you, he didn’t agree, he just slumped back into the chair, eyes drooping evermore. “Open the latch. Should be… there should be switches inside. Flip the red one, then the white. Then flick them both back on after five seconds. Okay?”

“Alright.” You sighed in relief, kneeling down once more. “Hang tight, Eddison.”

He scoffed at you using his full name, but it was soon cut off by the feel of you opening the metal latch, revealing the contents inside. A pulsing red hazard light illuminated the path through the various wires and plugs, leading you to a switchboard. It was hellishly hot, stinging your eyes, making your whole body tense and scream at you to pull back. You hesitated above the switches, holding onto the memory of Volt’s strong hands leading you into a slow dance, keeping it close to your chest just in case. Then, you committed.

The reaction was immediate. The already-dim light in the room went completely pitch black. You didn’t even realize how hard Eddie was breathing before until you couldn’t hear anything anymore. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed against the internal fusebox as you held him tightly. Your eyes squeezed so shut you didn’t even realize the lights were back on until you felt a hand run over your head soothingly, but most importantly, steadily. You slowly dared to look up, and you were met with that familiar gaze, but it was different. There was a certain electricity to them that wasn’t there before, its almost as if they had bightened. The hand moved from your head to your jaw.

“Hey, Live Wire…” Eddie’s voice was oddly giddy, an almost tipsy drawl tainting his smooth tongue. Your heart rose just a little. He was okay. He was okay.

“Eddie.” You stood, hands running over every inch of him. You didn’t know what you were checking for. Perhaps part of you was still worried, and you were making sure he was truly alive. “How are you feeling?”

“Never better.” He smiled. No, grinned, his eyes sparkling with new energy. “You did it… you reset the grid. Uh…” He paused, a bit of that nervousness you’d come to know from him seeping into his face once more. “You…”

“What he means, is thank you.” The voice from behind you almost made you jump out of your skin. You whipped around, and surely enough, there was that shock of white hair you almost thought you’d never see again.

“Volt!” You didn’t even bother to hide the relief in your voice. “You’re still here?”

He laughed. “You think I’d go that easily? No.” He stepped up towards the two of you. Eddie was already closing his latches, stretching out his newly energized limbs. “You did well, Live Wire.”

You looked between the two of them for a moment. From the slight smile Eddie was trying to hide to the full blown grin on Volt. Now that you think about it, this was the first time you had both of them looking at you like that at once. “I’m glad you both are okay.”

“I am too.” Eddie sighed, scratching the back of his neck. He averted your gaze, face once again subject to that red dusting of his cheeks. “Uh… and if you want to, I don’t know, come around the club sometime… that’ll be fine. We’ll always have a free table for you.”

Volt leaned in conspiratorally to you, making a show of whispering into your ear even when hos voice was clearly audible to Eddie. “He’s quite taken with you.”

“Volt…” Eddie said in a warning tone, which went completely ignored.

“We both are.” He placed a hand on the small of your back drawing you closer to the two of them. “You truly are something, you know that?”

“Wait, does that mean…?”

“It means—“ Eddie began, looking simultaneously irritated and embarrassed. “Do we really have to spell it out for you?”

“No.” You crossed your arms, leaning into Volt and giving him a cheesy smile. “I just want to hear you say it.”

His eyes widened a little. Then, he grumbled something under his breath. Volt laughed, letting his touch fall from your back and instead holding his hand out to you, the other over his chest. “How about it, Live Wire…?”

It didn’t take much consideration from you. You placed your hand in his, looking at him then at Eddie in turn. “Of course.”

“Oh shit. Really?” Despite everything, Eddie seemed genuinely surprised. He regarded you for a moment, then smiled, looking down. “Wow… okay.”

Volt’s smile grew even wider, the air around him crackling with small static shocks as he held your hand tightly. He pulled you in for a short, sweet kiss, then spun you around, making you fall right into Eddie’s arms. He seemed caught off guard, but quickly recovered, holding you up and pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling you back up to your feet. The unexpected gestures made your brain buzz just a little more than you would have liked to admit, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind.

“You know… before all this, I left all the fun stuff to Volt.” Eddie met your gaze, a little smile gracing his lips. “I think… I’d like to change that.”

“I would be delighted to have you as a permanent fixture around here, Live Wire.” Volt took your hand again, kissing the back of it. “And you know I don’t mind sharing.”

“I guess I’ll be coming around here more often, then. If you don’t mind the business interruptions.”

“Oh, please, you’re always welcome.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie scoffed. “Now get going before I kick you out.”

“Eddie.” Volt spoke in a fondly scolding tone. Eddie clicked his tongue.

“Affectionately. Kick you out affectionately.”

“That’s better.” You chuckled, untangling yourself from volt and brushing off your clothing. “I’ll come back tomorrow, then?”

“You know… if our Live Wire here doesn’t mind, I’d much rather they stay.” Volt let his gaze fall over you for a moment. “Unless you’d like some time to yourself, Eddie?”

“Oh, uh…” Eddie looked at you almost skittishly. “Well… do you want to? Thought you’d want some time away from us after all this.”

You shook your head. “Actually, I’d love to stay for the night.”

“Well, fuck.” Eddie tried to hide the giddy smile on his face. “C’mere, then.”

You easily complied. This close, you could see the slight droop to Eddie’s eyes, and the weariness on Volt’s face. The two were very obviously spent from the day, and so wwre you. That was certainly enough stress for a lifetime, and your fingers still held that throbbing heat from the fix.

“Anyone wanna drink?” Eddie grumbled as the three of you entered back into the bar, now completely devoid of people.

You sighed in relief. “After all that… I kinda need one.”

Volt chuckled. “You two sit down. I’ll make them.”

Typically, Eddie would protest. But tonight, he was clearly in no mood to argue. He slumped down onto the barstool, and you sat beside him. You could practically see his head falling a little, so you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him to lay on your chest. He let out an uncharacteristic squeak of surprise, but quickly relaxed, closing his eyes and burying his face in the soft fabric of your shirt. You began to absentmindedly stroke through his messy hair, untangling the myriad of knots and kinks it was home to. You ran your fingers over the few wires that lined his scalp, rubbing the frayed copper tips and feeling the tiny currents of electricity present there. You looked at Volt, who had slipped around the bar to prepare the drinks. You noticed he only set down two glasses.

“Aren’t there three of us?”

He looked at you with a little knowing smirk, then gestured at Eddie with a nod of his head. “Is he in any condition to drink?”

You didn’t even notice he had fallen asleep. But Volt was right, his breath had gone slow and deep, his body limp against yours. You leaned in to kiss his head, hoping your affection would carry into his dreams. You heard Volt’s fond chuckle, and looked up to him again.

“It’s rare to see him so… relaxed.” He wiped the glasses down with a damp towel, then moved to gather ingredients. “That’s all you, Live Wire.”

“It’s also you. You’re what keeps him going, you know.”

“Mm.” He began mixing the drinks, a slightly distant expression on his face. “I’d much rather he started doing things for himself. But alas, that’s simply not Eddie, is it?”

You focused on the comforting weight of him in your arms, on his chest rising and falling under your touch. A few days ago, you never would’ve taken Eddie for the selfless type. But now… “yeah… that’s our Eddie.”

Volt hummed in agreement, and slid a drink over the counter. “Here. Whiskey sour. Apologies, it won’t be as good as Eddie’s.”

You take a long sip. “…It’s wonderful. Thank you, Volt.”

He hopped up on the bar, swinging his legs over to your side. He gently wrapped his arms around Eddie, pulling him up so he could slip into the chair under him. He was now positioned to lay perfectly on top of you and Volt, head on your chest, body on his lap. You watched as Volt took his own drink, holding it up to you with a tilt of his head.

“A toast?”

“To what?”

“Hm… to a job well done?” His whole being seemed to burn so much brighter in the darkness of the bar. “To us, perhaps?”

You smiled, clinking your glass against his. “Us. I like that.”

He nodded in approval, taking a sip of his drink. It looked significantly darker than what he gave you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was just downing straight whiskey, nothing added. Well, If Eddie was a heavyweight, it made sense for his other half to be one too. Speaking of…

“Eddie told me about you.”

He paused, lowering his glass. “About?”

“Your origin.”

He set his drink down on the bar, pulling his full attention onto you. “And? What did you think?”

What did you think? Honestly, in the chaos of the night you didn’t even have a chance to. You considered this for a moment, feeling a strand of Eddie’s thick hair between your fingers, feeling Volt’s electric presence permeating the charged air. You couldn’t lie to him, not after these two had placed so much trust in you.

“I don’t think much of it. It doesn’t matter how you came to be. You and Eddie are different people, right? Just with a connection.”

Your answer seemed to both surprise and please him. He took the drink again, taking a long sip. “Our connection runs deep… but yes, at the end of the day, we are separate."

You took a swig of your own drink, letting the burn in the back of your throat soothe your frayed nerves, to distract you from the exhaustion creeping into your bones. “Your connection is quite strong, I assume?”

“Quite.” He traced absentminded shapes into Eddie’s waist as he spoke. “I was created for the sole purpose of protecting him. Of keeping him safe. The world is full of people very willing to just take and take and take, with no regard for consequence.”

“Yet you let me in.” You tilted your head, eyes fixed on the way his throat bobbed with every swallow. “Why?”

He laughed, giving you a fond smile. “Live Wire, you are not one of those people.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Look at yourself.” He gestured to you, to how you were cradling Eddie in your arms. “I honestly can’t really imagine you hurting him. Either of us. And Eddie thinks so too. It’s rare— well, actually… you are the first person besides me he ever let in. He doesn’t give out that sort of trust to just anyone, you know.”

“I suppose…” you ruffled Eddie’s hair, holding him a little tighter to your body.

“I must admit I’ve grown quite fond of you as well.” He looked down at where his hand was slowly circling Eddie’s waist. “Perhaps more than I should.”

That confession hung in the air for a moment, a slightly tense feeling entering the air once more. When Volt spoke again, his voice was soft, incredibly soft. It sounded somehow different from all the other times he spoke gently to you. It sounded rawer, an undertone of genuine emotion that was never present in the past. You didn’t even realize how melded his mask was to his face until he was devoid of it, laid bare before you in the solitary night air of the bar.

“I hope you stay, Live Wire. For the sake of both our hearts.” He whispered, meeting your gaze again. “Be gentle with him… with me.”

You nodded slowly, in a silent vow. He took a relieved breath, reaching over to take your hand in his. You had grown used to such a gesture from him, to the feeling of his lips brushing your knuckles so reverently. And yet, it still managed to send a shiver through you, every time.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for loving you.” You retorted, leaning in to kiss his cheek. And, for the first time you’d ever seen, he reddened. Truly, completely reddened. His grin was almost wobbily as he gulped down the rest of his drink, shoving the empty glass to the side.

“Well then. I suppose we’re all tired.” He placed a hand on Eddie’s back, the other looping around his legs as he easily lifted him up into his arms. “Care to join us in bed, Live Wire?”

You took that as your queue to finish your drink in turn, hopping up. “I’ll wash the glasses and then head up.”

“No, just leave them for tomorrow.”

“What, so Eddie has to do em?” You scoffed. “Go upstairs, Volt. I’ll meet you there.”

He hesitated, then shook his head with an exasperated, fond smile on his face. “Ah… now I have two people I can never win against.” He leaned in for one last, lingering kiss. “Come up when you’re ready,…” He said your name then, softly, smoothly, like a prayer falling from his lips. Then, he stepped away, making the journey up the stairs with Eddie bundled in his arms. You watched him go until the last flicker of white had disappeared before you began to clean up. You didn’t just wash the glasses, you wiped down the counter, cleaned up a few spills from the frantic crowd earlier, put away bottles of liquor until the place looked about as spotless as you cared to get it. Then, you made your way upstairs, knowing you’d be greeted into their bed with open arms.

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noneknowingaxolotl · 4 days ago

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Okay I am having thoughts again. I know people keep saying Eddie and Volt sandwich, Eiffel Tower w Eddie and Volt, consider for me. Brat!Volt (yes again) absolutely begging for you to dick him down, even if you don’t have a dick. He’s begging, he gets Eddie to stretch his ass out on a semi-regular basis, why won't you stretch him, please-

And you cave. You buy a strap-on harness and a dildo specifically for him (getting one about the same size as Eddie's dick) and you decide that the three of you are gonna make a night of it, stretching him and prepping him for the strap-on while having him whine and beg you and Eddie both, begging one of you to just fill him already. The two of you, of course, tease Volt to high hell, with you fingering him as Eddie whispers absolute filth in his ear. When you finally grind the dildo against him, he is whimpering and whining until Eddie grabs his jaw, holding him gently in place so he can push his cock into Volt's mouth as you push into his ass, and he relaxes for a few moments... until you start thrusting, making him whine around Eddie's cock. Volt doesn't last long, but that's okay- he likes being overstimulated like this anyway. You make him cum at least 3 times before Eddie cums in his mouth and that's when you slow, giving Volt one more orgasm before pulling out of him completely.

Maybe giving Volt this kind of treat once in a while isn't so bad, after all.

#yo keep writing I’m close

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noneknowingaxolotl · 5 days ago

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⚠︎Electric Shock Risk⚠︎

(Part 2): High Voltage

Fandom: Date Everything!

Character: Volt

Description:

Earning the trust of two of the most enigmatic figures in this house is a slow, strenuous process.

Perhaps you must find a way into their hearts individually before you'd be able to truly earn that trust. And that means getting to know them. Quite intimately.

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral Reader, Dominant Reader/Submissive Volt, Choking, Penetration, Riding, Masochism, Teasing, Begging, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Talk of Bondage, Exhibitionism, Multiple Orgasms

Original Ao3 Link

Part 1 | Part 3

The events of last night weighed heavily on your mind as you stepped foot into The Breaker Box that night, an anxious feeling coiling down your spine, snaking through your ribs until it settled deep in your chest. It was just as bustling as always, loud, raucous laughter ringing in your ears. But even these bright lights couldn’t bury the memory of Eddie’s dark eyes, pupils blown wide, glassy with panic and confliction. You wondered what he was doing now, if you had somehow driven a wedge deeper into the rift he so insisted on keeping between you. If he was hiding, tucked away in the shadows behind the bar, if he was watching you right now.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t even notice Volt’s presence until he was almost an inch in front of you. You jumped, and he just laughed.

“Live Wire! You’re here! And quite beautiful when lost in thought, if I might add.”

You tried to play it off with a chuckle, but it came out way more nervously than you would have liked. Volt was a much different beast than Eddie, that was for sure. The image of dull grey in your mind was fully blinded by the bright, shining eyes before you, fixed onto you with an electric, cat-like focus. Looking at Volt was like looking directly into the sun, you were sure if you stared too long, you’d burn, and you’d wonder if your vision was blurring from brightness, or from him. You cleared your throat, composing yourself quickly. People like him could smell weakness. “Why, thank you.”

“What troubles you so? It’s rare to see such a down face in this fine establishment.” Volt stepped just a little closer. Somehow, his words felt almost like a challenge, an accusation, despite the friendly tone they were said in.

“Mm… not anything I’d want to dampen the mood for.” You deflected him, instinctively wanting to step back, but keeping your feet rooted to the floor instead. “Besides, isn’t that why people come here? A distraction?”

“Oh? So you aren’t coming here for my charming looks and dazzling personality?” Volt backed off just a little, choosing not to pry further and instead settling into his normal chipperness. You sighed in relief. “You wound me, Live Wire.”

“Ah, you’ve got it all wrong.” You smiled, leaning in just a little as well. “You’re the greatest distraction in this place.”

That seemed to brighten him a little, quite literally by the way his hair crackled and sparked. He laughed, and held out his hand to you invitingly. “Then shall I take your mind off of it with a dance?”

That caught you off guard, and Volt immediately noticed the look on your face.

“Do you dance, Live Wire?”

“Not while sober, I don’t.” You scratched the back of your neck, and he laughed.

“Then I’ll teach you, if you’ll allow me the honour…”

You stared at his outstretched hand, then to his face, betraying no emotion in that little smile. He always made it extremely hard to say no to him. You slowly placed your hand in his, flinching a little at the slight jolt of electricity that shot up your arm. His smile morphed into a pleased grin as he reassuringly squeezed your hand, drawing you closer to him as he led you to more open space of the floor.

“Please don’t tell me I have to tango to Johnny Splash’s… uh, talent.”

Volt shook his head. “Oh, don’t worry. Open Mic performances don’t start till 9:00. Our dear Rainey’s in control of the jukebox for now.”

“Oh, thank god.” You sighed in relief, and he chuckled, taking both your hands in his and guiding them slowly, with a strange sort of carefulness to his every move. He placed them on his shoulders.

“Keep your hands here, no matter how much they wish to wander…” His voice was low, dangerous, like the rumble of a distant thunderstorm. “I’ll lead until you get into the swing of things…”

You tightened your grip just a little on his broad shoulders, using them as anchor points as his hands found your waist. The song Rainey played was slow, or at least started off that way. Volt seemed perfectly at home like this, as if he was built for the act of swaying with you. He whispered instructions under his breath, taking one of your hands to intertwine with his.

“Mind your legs… move back… follow me…”

You slowly found your rhythm, only stepping on his foot once or twice. He was a good sport about it, in fact, he seemed to kind of take pleasure in you stumbling into him. You focused on your movements, of learning all that he was laying out before you, that you almost forgot what situation you were in right now.

Until the music ramped up, and he suddenly yanked you towards him. You stumbled again, snapping your gaze up to his. He seemed to crackle, buzzing with energy. A shock ran through your body like a storm surge, thrumming under your skin as he picked up the pace, moving his hand around to the small of your back, spinning you around.

“Hope you don’t mind this little change of pace?”

“Not at all…” your voice came out a little breathless, gripping his hand tighter with one hand and sliding down to his chest with the other. What he said earlier about wandering hands seemed to have slipped his mind, by the way your actions only fueled him. The place where his button-up split to reveal a patch of skin was warm against your hand. He didn’t have a heartbeat per se, not in the way you do. You didn’t feel any thumping, any pump of blood through his veins. Instead, you felt a steady, pulsing stream of electricity, tingling your fingertips and numbing the muscles of your forearm. When warmth spread to your cheeks, you weren’t sure if it was your doing or his.

“Good.” He whispered, his voice as low and smooth as always. “I don’t intend on slowing down.”

You fell into this new rhythm much faster, and as the music amped up, so did you. Volt laughed as you spun him around for the first time, eagerly adjusting to this new tempo in your arms. You found yourself not even caring about the many eyes of the bar, not when you had its star within your grasp, looking at you like that…

He suddenly grabbed your wrist, twirling you around and using his hand on your back to steady you as he dipped down. Your arms flew to his neck as you were suddenly near-horizontal. Suspended by his hold. His face was mere centimetres from yours as the music wound to a close. The loud chatter of the bar suddenly seemed so far away, muffled by the soft crackle of electricity where his hair fluttered against your cheek, the shudder that ran through your body when you met his gaze again. You lingered like that for a moment too long, stuck in this silent plea for each other that neither of you acted on. Volt leaned in so barely closer you swore you almost imagined it, but no, his eyes dropping down just briefly confirmed what he was thinking. He held your wrist a little tighter, as if asking, begging for your go-ahead.

You moved your hand from his neck to his face, holding his jaw and bringing him closer. He seemed to spark against your skin, sizzling with unreleased friction. You were close enough to the point where a small breeze could close the gap between you, but he wasted not another second, pressing his lips to yours slowly.

He was like a lightning strike. An instant, white-hot flash of sensation hit your tongue, shooting down your whole body. He pulled you up to stand on your feet again, but did not break the connection you shared. He smiled against your lips, a low groan in his throat sending vibrations through you. Your head swam just a little, in a similar fashion as you buzzing after a couple mixed cocktails on an empty stomach. The initial shock of pleasure fizzled down to low, steady simmer, soft but firm but no less electric.

When you pulled away, he left a tingling sensation on your lips, and your eyes beheld quite the beautiful sight. You didn’t even realize he was wearing lip gloss until you saw it smeared onnthe side of his mouth, and you knew it almost certainly decorated your face as well. He really was gorgeous like this, eyes burning bright, cheeks flushed with a dusting of unnatural blue. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, as if he was caught off guard by something. Then, he pulled back, taking his hands off of you and placing them firmly at his sides. You found yourself missing the contact already, left with nothing but the sizzling feeling on your skin and the pounding of your veins.

“I must say, Live Wire…” He immediately recovered from whatever spell you had him in, though he seemed a little breathless. “You’ve become quite the dancer.”

“I’m a quick learner.” You chuckled, a little out of breath yourself. “Or perhaps I just had a good teacher.”

“Correction, you had the best teacher.” He laughed. “And I quite enjoyed having someone like you as a student. You know…” His voice dropped an octave, and his gaze roved over your body for a moment, shamelessly lingering on the open top buttons of your red shirt. “I’m half inclined to reward your work.”

“Reward my work?” You raised your brows, and he grinned, leaning closer once more.

“Mmhm…” He was close now, so close you could feel his breath fanning your lips. “It was quite the show you put on, after all…”

Just as you had begun to let your eyes close, he placed a finger on your lips, shattering any hopes of a kiss in that moment when he pulled back. “Its such a shame I’ve got a club to run…” He sighed dramatically, dropping his hand from your face. Frustration bubbled up inside you as he grinned triumphantly.

“Tease.” You hissed under your breath. He laughed, not even bothering to refute you.

“Oh, come now, Live Wire, don’t tell me I’ve got you so riled up you simply can’t wait another moment?” He seemed to like the idea of that by the way his whole face lit up. “Mm… we do have about 20 minutes before I have to address the crowd tonight…”

What he was implying made a strange shock run through you, and you very quickly pounced on the idea. “I can make 20 minutes work.”

“Oh? Resourceful, are you?” He chuckled, once again stepping closer to you. “It’s one of the many qualities of yours I so admire…”

“What other qualities of mine inspire such… admiration in you?”

“Those pretty eyes, for one.” He grinned, a warm hand coming to rest on your jaw, thumb running over your bottom lip, then pulling it down just a little. “These lips… and those teeth… I can’t help but wonder what kind of marks they’d make…”

You grabbed his wrist and took his thumb into your mouth, nipping it before drawing back again. “I’ll show you. Just… Please, stop stalling.”

He hummed in approval, taking your hand to lead you through the crowded bar. “Of course. Time is of the essence.”

You drew a few looks as you passed, a few whispers from the other objects who gathered there that night. You tried to focus on Volt’s body to stave off the embarrassment, though the usually so distracting curve of his ass did little to quell the anxiousness inside you. You instead tried to remind yourself that being seen getting dragged to a private room by an extremely attractive man wasn’t the worst of social fates.

The room you entered wasn’t exactly what you were expecting for a bar. However, it was pretty in line for what you knew of Volt. It was small, but cozy, a long, velvet lounge chair as the main event, crowded by a few smaller armchairs. On the table sat a vase of fake flowers, next to a bottle of what looked like champagne. You thought you’d be relieved to get out of the prying gazes of the crowd, but this… the dim lighting, the soft cushions, the hand still wrapped around yours… it did the opposite of calm you.

Volt took both your hands now, backing up slowly until his knees hit the edge of the lounge. He moved your hands up to his shoulders, and you looped them around his neck, falling down with him into the soft embrace of the cushions. Volt’s stark white hair spread out like a halo on the velvet below him, framing his downright ethereal face. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you fully on top of him.

“My apologies, Live Wire. I don’t typically pounce on my lovers the moment they step into my domain.” Your chest was pressed against his, and you could feel the vibrations of his low voice shudder through your body when he spoke. “I do wish I could have a little longer to properly enjoy you… but I’m afraid the show cannot be postponed.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You didn’t care for his formalities. In fact, even if there was no impending show you really doubt you’d be able to keep your hands off him. Your fingertips wandered his body as you sat up, straddling his lap. He sat up with you, capturing you into a long kiss. While your hands flitted about, exploring his shoulders, his back, his hair, his were firmly placed on your hips, keeping you tightly pressed against him.

There were a few key differences between him and Eddie you noticed when he began to slip off his clothing. You pulled away from his lips to admire him for a moment, looking over his now bare torso. He was much broader, and almost totally hairless save for the shock of white hair on his lower abdomen, tracing a lightning shape down to the waistband of his pants. And while Eddie kissed you with the hounded need of a starved animal, Volt was calculated. Precise. Just like a lightning strike. The close relationship you’d observed between them made the thought of the both of them together cross your mind. And, somehow, the image of the two of them enjoying each other’s company like that sent a wave of heat through you. The thought of joining in, even more so. Though there wasn’t much time to dwell on that thought when your own clothes were being practically ripped from you by a pair of positively electric hands.

“Zoning out again, Live Wire?” Volt looked amused, his lips grazing your neck as he tossed your shirt haphazardly onto the floor. “You know, I do find myself wondering what goes on in that gorgeous head of yours.”

“Sorry…” You kissed the top of his head, letting your nails scrape his shoulders just slightly, drawing a wonderful moan from him. That’s another difference— Volt was not opposed to screaming out his pleasure at the top of his lungs. He just chuckled, nipping just above your windpipe.

“I suppose I’ll just have to make sure you can’t think at all, hmm?”

“Think you can do that?”

Volt flicked away his belt, meeting your gaze with a grin that could blind the sun itself. “My spark, I know I can.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, distracting you with his mouth while he worked on ridding you of your lower layers. When you broke apart, he kissed down your jaw, then your neck, sinking in his teeth just enough for you to feel the outline of them in your flesh before pulling back. He was a true tease, but you had the feeling you could best him if you just matched his game. And that’s exactly what you did, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him back until he was laying down on the lounge chair, pinned down by your body on top of him. He looked up at you with absolutely excited eyes, trailing his hands down your thighs.

“Oh, Live Wire… you can be quite bold when you want to be.”

“Do you like that?” You felt up the skin of his chest, letting your thumb drag over his nipple just slightly. He moaned in response, arching up into you.

“Oh, a lot. Quite a lot. I love it when you know what you want.” His voice was a low purr as you moved your hand even lower, finally reaching his exposed cock. It was only once it was in your hand did you realize what you were dealing with. Hell, you couldn’t even wrap your hand all the way around him. He seemed to notice your surprise, as he laughed, bringing a hand down to grab your wrist, guiding your touch up and down the length of his cock. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?”

“Never.” You breathed out, eyes fixed on the way he reacted under your touch, the way his hips rolled lazily into your hand, the way his whole body seemed so relaxed, so receptive to you. You glanced at the clock hanging off the wall. You had 15 more minutes. You could work with that, but you had to be quick.

You took your hand off of him, replacing it with your body, hovering over him as you lined yourself up with him. His skin crackled under you, sending surges of electricity running up your veins wherever you were making contact with him. The very air felt charged as Volt brought one of his hands up your thigh, running over your entrance before slipping inside. You closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the feeling as he scissored them apart inside you, preparing you for what was to come. You leaned down to lavish attention onto his throat, biting and sucking and decorating every inch of him with blooming bruises. He turned his head to give you better access, one hand pressed to your shoulder blades while the other slid a third finger into you. You rutted down onto his hand while you bit down hard on his collarbone, making him let out a lecherous moan.

“Live Wire…?” He lifted his head in confusion when you suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of you, bringing it up to hold it beside his head instead. But the moment his tip brushed against you he realized what you were doing, and, oh, that look on his face told you he was all for it. You moved slowly, sinking down onto him inch by inch. He didn’t hide his noises, echoing off the walls of the lounge. You’re sure anyone who passed by the door could hear all of it, and you had sneaking suspicion he liked that.

He slipped his wrist out of your hold so he could take your hips, guiding you until your body was fully flush with his. He took a deep, long breath, eyes never leaving your body. You found yourself admiring him as well, sprawled out beneath you so comfortably.

“You’re so pretty…” You breathed out, beginning to grind against him just a little.

“You think so, my spark?” He rubbed circles into your skin with his thumbs, rocking into you just a little. “Please, you look positively gorgeous above me like this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Even when being pinned down and ridden, he made time for his charms. Your reaction only seemed to fuel him, and he continued to speak in that low, smooth tone.

“Truly— you are a sight to behold.” His gaze roved over your body, and he let out a loud moan when you lifted your hips up to slam down onto him. “Beautiful but cruel…”

“Cruel? How so?”

“Why, you haven’t done anything but tease me all night.” He groaned. “You should have thrown me right onto the bar the moment you got the chance.”

“In front of everyone?” You raised your brows. He just laughed.

“In front of every object in this house. And I’ll scream your name until everyone knows it’s me you chose to have all to yourself.”

Your breath hitched a little, your nails digging into the expanse of his chest just a little. This must have amused him greatly, by the way a few wayward sparks flew off his skin.

“You like that thought? Taking me in front of a crowd? We’d put on such a lovely show, you know…”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” You began to speed up, not bothering to hide how this conversation was getting you off. “Tell me how you’d want to be seen.”

He let out a loud cry, head falling back. His words came out in breathy whines as you finally started to properly ride him. “Amp’s sake… any way you’d wish to have me, I’d take you. But… I can’t say I don’t have some favourite fantasies.”

“Describe them.”

“Oh, naughty…” He looked up at you, biting his lip enticingly. “Personally, I’m rather fond of the idea of being tied up.”

You almost choked on air. He continued.

“Wouldn’t that be nice? Taking your time with each knot, until I’m fully at your mercy?” He chuckled, bucking his hips up into you a little. “I wonder what you’d do to me next… bend me over, make me kneel, or have me lie on my back just like this? Perhaps you’d sink those pretty little teeth into my throat to give me something to remember you by?”

“Jesus…”

He grinned, teeth flashing in the dim lighting. Even when he was underneath you, describing how he wanted you to fuck him, you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t the one in control, not truly.

“Speaking of…” He tilted his head to the side, pointing at the bare skin of his throat. “You missed a spot.”

You huffed, looking down at his positively triumphant smile. But instead of leaning down to bite him, as tempting it was, you moved your hands up his chest, and wrapped them around his throat. His eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard. You leaned down, a little bit of a hiss to your words. “Shut. Up.”

“Make me.” He looked up at you with a defiant… no, a challenging glare, a little excited glint in his eyes. That was all the confirmation you needed. You sat back up, setting a brutal pace with your hips as you pressed down on the sides of his neck, gently, just enough so he could feel the pressure but not enough to hurt him. You weren’t sure if he had blood, if he could feel a lack of it in his brain in a light-headed fog of euphoria, but the way he reacted told you he loved it regardless. He let his head fall back once more, a slightly strangled, loud moan filling the air. His hands flew up to hold your wrists, nails digging into your skin.

You went to let up a little on the pressure, but he shot you a glare, holding your wrists tighter, to rhe point where it hurt.

“Harder.” He commanded, “Don’t hold back on me, now.”

“Make me.” You parrot his words from earlier, making him pout.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to make me beg, Live Wire?”

“Do you want me to choke you?”

He sucked in a breath as you slammed down onto him again, frantically nodding his head. You smiled.

“Then ask for it nicely.”

“Cruel. Positively cruel.” He huffed out, then shifted his voice into a low purr, looking up at you with half lidded, glistening eyes. “Please, Live Wire?”

You wanted to make him say more, but you weren’t totally unaffected by this. You were only human, after all, you could only bounce on a pretty man’s lap for so long without wanting to give him everything he ever asked for. You whispered another praise, and pressed down again, this time, shoving your thumbs into his windpipe. He screamed your name so loud you’re sure someone all the way across the house would hear it. His mouth was ajar, a line of drool running down his chin, his breaths coming out in short gasps. It was like this that he came. Strangely enough, he was silent as he did so, maybe from the choking, maybe because he lost his voice. But you didn’t stop, continuing to slam down onto him again and again and again. He clawed at your forearms, electricity crackling from his entire body. The occasional static shock jolted through your system, making you hiss in pain.

You finally let go of his throat, and he gasped for air, rutting up into you with wild abandon. Your eyes snapped to poor neck, which now bore the deep, dark imprints of your fingers in addition to the hickeys and bitemarks. Fuck, it looked like you were trying to kill him. If you saw him like this you might have asked him if he got mauled by some sort of wild beast. Though you were sure you weren’t coming out of this unscathed, not with his nails digging into your flesh, raking long gouges down your arms and shoulders. You grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head again.

In that moment, you made eye contact. And even in this fucked-out, ruined state, he winked, his grin growing just a little wire. You spared a glance at the clock, then sped up your movements even further, feeling your own orgasm creeping up on you, so damn close, just a little more…

He sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist and atracking your neck and chest with discoordinated, open-mouthed kisses. You slumped against him a little, a hand flying up to grip fistfuls of his hair.

“Gorgeous, Live Wire… gorgeous…”

His breathy, whispered voice sent you over the edge, electricity sparking behind your eyelids as you came. He chuckled, the low sound sending vibrations through your whole body. You slowed your hips to a steady roll, chasing the aftershocks of orgasm. You didn’t even realize he had came for a second time in your haze of pleasure, not until went almost limp against you. You stayed like that for a moment, in a strange, rare time of silence when Volt was involved. Then, slowly, you both began to stir, knowing you just barely had enough time to make it back to the dancefloor. He pat your thigh, groaning as he lifted his head from your shoulder, meeting your gaze with hazy, slightly glazed-over eyes. You leaned in to press a short kiss to his lips, and he chuckled into your mouth before you slid off of him.

“I must say, Live Wire, you’re quite the little wildcat at times.” He stood, picking up a handheld mirror and looking over his face and neck. “And what a pretty necklace you’ve gifted me.”

You scoffed, shakily picking up your clothing. He had this strange ability to just get up and go about his day after something so damn intense, but you needed a damn minute. “Do you have, like, a cloth?”

“Here, let me.” He stepped closer, pulling a rag out from an under-table box. You raised your brows.

“What’s in there?”

“Nothing you need to worry about right now, my spark.” He chuckled, running the soft cloth over your thighs and up to your abdomen. “Visit me again sometime, and I’ll show you.”

“Tease.” You clicked your tongue. He just gave you a dazzling smile, cleaning himself up and tossing the rag into what looked like a laundry basket. You wondered for a moment how an object is using objects, but you’d learned not to question things like that too deeply ever since you got these glasses. You both got dressed, and he checked the clock again, giving a low whistle.

“Cutting it close… but I must say, that was a lovely pastime.” He leaned in to give you another kiss, one you gladly reciprocated, before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room. “Come, come… the show’s about to start, you know.”

He didn’t even bother to hide any of the marks you left on him. In fact, the way he puffed out his chest and held his head high gave the impression he was quite proud of his new accessories.

Volt let go of your hand, giving you a bright smile before hopping up on the stage, addressing the crowd. He looked so natural as he went through his typical speech, like he was truly born for the spotlight. However, right as you were beginning to relax into your seat, something sparked.

And the whole bar went dark.

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⚠︎ Electric Shock Risk ⚠︎

(Part 1): After Hours

Fandom: Date Everything!

Character: Eddison Watts

Description:

Earning the trust of two of the most enigmatic figures in this house is a slow, strenuous process.

Perhaps you must find a way into their hearts individually before you'd be able to truly earn that trust. And that means getting to know them. Quite intimately.

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral Reader, Dominant Reader/Submissive Eddie, Trust Issues, Chronic Pain, Biting, Oral Sex, Hair Pulling, Nipple Play, Counter Sex, Fingerfucking, Self Esteem Issues, Injury

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Part 2 | Part 3

You’d been working with Eddie for a few days, right under Volt’s nose. Going behind that charming man’s back did eat ar you just a little, but this was for his benefit in the end. And, even more so a benefit to his partner. And while you weren’t exactly sure of the nature of their relationship, they were clearly close, they clearly cared for one another on a level you wouldn’t expect from two people who seemed so… different. Well, it wasn’t your business what they were, but it was your business to keep your electrical system running smoothly. Though, you must admit, your motivations weren’t purely selfish. You did want to help these two strangers, who had been slowly growing familiar to you.

Ironically enough, the one who seemed to be warming up to you the most was Eddie. Volt was friendly, of course, but you got a strange, electric sort of feeling from him every time you spoke. You got the sense that his attention to you was more of a… leash, for lack of a better term. His hand on your arm wasn’t meant to comfort you, it was meant to help him keep an eye on you. He was clearly suspicious, clearly on guard, hid so perfectly well behind a veneer of honeyed words and soft lips pressing against the back of your hand. Eddie, at least, seemed to trust you enough to let you into his private work, to let you help him through such a tough time.

You wiped the sweat from your brow as you finished up with the final repair, holding your screwdriver tightly in hand. You looked over at Eddie, who was wiping his hands off with a grease rag. He seemed to move the cloth over his hands longer than necessary, as if on autopilot while he was lost in thought. His furrowed brows and slight frown only strengthened your suspicion that something was on his mind. You approached slowly, as always, you were cautious with him. You found yourself oftentimes treating him an awful lot like the way you would a stray dog, who might run or bite at the smallest provocation. He acted like one too, snapping his eyes to yours when you stepped foot near him, hand tightening around the rag. Then, he sighed, cooling down with a shake of his head.

“Job’s done for today.” He placed down the rag, facing you but looking anywhere else. “Uh… good work.”

“Anytime.” You sat at one of the barstools, and he moved behind it. He didn’t ask if you wanted a drink this time, he just made it for you, sliding over a glass of whiskey sour over the bar. You caught it, taking a long sip. Eddie was turned away from you, leaning back against the table that separated the two of you, his own glass dangling between his fingers as he held it by the rim.

You watched him slowly take a sip. He did seem much tenser than usual, his grip tighter, his face somehow even more worn. You had just begun to focus more on your drink when he spoke.

“Guess this is the last time you’ll come around here after hours.”

You looked up again, blinking in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Well… we’re done here. You’ve helped Volt, you can go back to doing… whatever it is you’re doing when you’re not invading my space”

The realization of what he was implying hit you all at once. You straightened up in your seat, unable to hide the way your face twisted at his words. “Is that what you think this is? That I’m only here for Volt?”

“I mean… you are, right? Why else would you be here…?” He rubbed the back of his neck, taking another long sip of his drink.

“For you?”

He almost choked on it. “What? Why?”

You sigh, rubbing one of your temples. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that I might want to help you?”

He thought over this, his lips drawn tightly together. “I guess because… No one ever has before.”

Silence fell over the two of you for a moment. He stared into his glass, watching the liquid inside swirl in his hold. When he finally spoke, he did so with a strange twinge of fondness in his voice. “But… if you want to stick around, I won’t stop you. How you choose to waste your time is your business.”

“Wouldn’t call it a waste.” You leaned forward on the bar, propping your head up on your hands, eyes fixed on his. “The view’s quite nice.”

Eddie jolted, the way he always seemed to do whenever you so much as breathed a flirtatious word in his direction. “What?”

“I like it here. I like helping around the place. And I have a very pretty and charming teacher too.”

He scoffed, taking another swig of his drink. “Pretty and charming? Are you sure you’re not talking about Volt?”

“I’m not.”

He let out a breath, tousling a hand through his messy, grease-stained hair. After a moment, he spoke, his voice somehow even rougher than usual. “You’re weird, you know that?”

“Weird?” You prompt him, but he just pushes himself off the counter, finishing his drink.

“Gimme your glass, I’ll wash it.”

“Oh, I can do it.” You went to stand, but he just snatched the glass from you, shooting you a glare.

“Sit back down.”

You grumbled a little, but complied, watching as he wiped down each glass with a damp towel. He had this sort of contemplative look on his face, the kind you’re quite used to seeing on him now. He was calculative, eyes shifting side to side in miniscule little twitches as if he was sifting through thousands of lines of code. You wondered if he thought of every problem as a faulty wire to be fixed, something he could roll up his sleeve and pull out a wrench for, if he was taking you apart like a burnt-out stage light in his mind. And you were sure it was you plaguing that brain of his in the moment, by the way his fingers tightened around the glass just slightly, the way he kept himself pointedly turned away from you as much as he could. You weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

He placed the glasses down, and turned to you again, giving you a once over as if making sure you’re all there. “You’re still here. Thought you’d leave after a drink.”

“I’m not just here for booze, you know.”

“Right, right. You’re here for ‘me’ or whatever.” He sighed in exasperation. “You’re either really determined or an idiot.”

“How about both?”

You’re surprised to see the flicker of a smile cross Eddie’s face, ghosting over his lips like a fizzling wire. “Both works.” He scratched the back of his neck, averting your gaze for a moment. “Seriously, what would it take for you to leave?”

“You’d have to throw me out yourself.”

“…noted.” The way his hand twitched just slightly made you wonder if he took that joke in complete seriousness. “You really won’t go unless you’re physically removed?”

“Not unless you throw me over your shoulder and carry me out.” You confirmed with a nod of finality. “Though, you won’t.”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“You like me.” You leaned back a little, sighing wistfully. “Really is a shame that you do. Being thrown over your shoulder doesn’t sound so bad.”

Instead of retorting or brushing you off, Eddie froze, looking at you like you had just slapped him across the face. His eyes widened just a little, and you swore you could see sparks of electriciry crackle at the ends of his wire-like hair. You half expected him to yell at you when he opened his mouth, but no, his voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Uh… anyways, it is getting late. I’m escorting you out.”

As much as you’d have liked to argue, the exhaustion of the hard labour you’d done that day was starting to catch up to you. You slowly stood up as Eddie walked around the bar, gesturing for you to follow him. You went to do so, but froze when you saw something— a makeshift cloth wrapped around his wrist. “Hey.”

He flinched, immediately shoving his hand in his pocket.

“No no no, let me see.”

“It’s none of your concern.” He hissed. “Random surge. Happens all the time.”

“Surge?” You prompted him for more, but he just clicked his tongue.

“I’m the wires of this damn house. If there’s a malfunction, I feel it.”

“Wait.” You paused, processing this for a second. “If there’s an electrical problem anywhere in the house, you feel that?”

He scoffed. “Yeah? Who else would feel it?”

“What does it… feel like?”

“I don’t know, uh… painful?” He tried to describe it, not-so-subtly rubbing at the cloth. “Depends on the problem. It’s usually an ache, sometimes a stabbing sorta feeling. If it’s really bad, it’s…” He trailed off, eyes shifting to the side. You could only imagine what he was going to say, but at this point, you didn’t want to hear it.

“That storm last night… when the power went out?”

“Hurt like a bitch.” He chuckled dryly. “It’s over now. It’s just clinging on a little, mostly in my hands.”

“Let me see.”

He snapped his gaze to you with a downright frigid glare. “What’s it to you?”

“I told you, I care about you.” You retorted, stepping closer. You kept a good distance between you and him, moving cautiously as if you were approaching a frightened stray cat. “And it’s hurting you much more than you’re admitting, isn’t it?”

“Don’t, just— don’t.” He warned, his whole body tight and coiled as a spring. You paused, giving him a moment to breathe. He visibly relaxed just a little, letting out a small sigh.

“…you can look.” He slowly unwrapped the cloth, averting your gaze. “But don’t expect anything crazy.”

You stepped a little closer, looking over his wrist. He was right, it wasn’t anything dramatic. You half-expected to be met with a grizzly sight, but it actually looked just fine. Of course it did— the problem was internal. The only evidence of his pain was the slight tremble of his hand that he was clearly trying to keep under wraps, the biting of his lip when you reached out to run your fingers over his wrist, feeling the smooth skin. It was unbearably hot to the touch, and you could feel remaining tingles of electricity over every inch. Eddie tensed, then relaxed when you slowly rubbed the sore spot. You didn’t know how it felt, but you imagined it like a cramp, a dull, hollow ache between his joints, the remnants of a much larger, fiercer pain.

“I take back what I said about you being determined.” Eddie’s voice was breathy, and somehow, defenceless. “You’re just an idiot.”

You looked at his face, and were met with what was quite possibly the strangest sight you’d ever bore witness to. Eddie, with his cheeks flushed, his half-lidded eyes harbouring a smouldering sort of emotion behind their gray veneer, lips parted…

“Eddie?”

“You need to let go of me.” He hissed under his breath. “Now.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

“Something you’ll regret.” The red dusting over his cheeks and down his neck gave him away. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized you were doing much more than comfort him. You instinctively looked down, to fly of his pants.

Ah. You were right.

He instantly tried to cover himself by pulling his vest down, but didn’t achieve much success. You moved closer, and his eyes went wide, looking at you with a mix of horror, confusion, and unmistakable desire.

“Wh— what are you doing?”

“Something I’ll regret.” You placed your other hand on his chest, tracing over his vest slowly. He flinches as if you had struck him, his skin burning with an intense heat against your fingertips.

“Ah, fuck it.” He hissed, and suddenly, his lips were on yours.

You’re not sure what you expected kissing Eddie would be like. Slow, maybe? Hesitant? Certainly not hungry, not like he was desperate. He kissed you with the strangest sense of urgency, as if any second could be the last, and you’d just disappear from his grip. The taste of copper hit your tongue almost instantly. Perhaps the metallic tang of his lips should’ve somehow put you off of him, but it did not. How could you let anything scare you away when you finally had the ever-dark-and-isolated Eddie in your arms? You were holding his wrist now, part of you hoping this was distracting him from the pain, the rest locked onto the feeling of him against you, on you.

Somehow, you felt the jab of the bar’s countertop against your back. You hadn’t even realized you’d been backing up. You placed your hands on its smooth surface, hopping up to sit on top of it with a little help from Eddie’s hands coming down to your thighs. He stood comfortably between your legs now, your hand entangled in the wires of his hair.

When you pulled apart, he was gasping, red in the face, wild in the eyes. You were sure you didn’t look much better. He seemed to tense, to hesitate, looking down your body. You placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at your face instead. He let out a low, rough groan, eyes fluttering shut and leaning into your gentle touch. It was an oddly heartbreaking scene. You wondered when the last time he was touched like this was, if he ever allowed anyone to do this to him.

You slipped your hands down his neck, down his chest, brushing against the buttons of his vest. He sucked in a breath, eyes snapping open to follow your movements. You undid the first, then the second, slowly working your way down to part his clothing. The shirt he wore underneath was crinkled up, stained with machine oil and burnt with electric sparks. Soon, you were slipping that off as well, revealing the bare skin underneath.

Eddie was a lean man, most of his strength located in his shoulders and arms. But still, it was visible in the coiled muscles of his untrimmed chest, tangible in the way they tensed when you traced over them with your hands. You followed a line of dark, thick body hair all the way down to his navel, then lower, of the tuft the disappeared into the waistband of his pants. He let out a low, guttural sound, chipped nails digging into your skin through the fabric of your clothes.

“Fuck…”

You slipped off of the counter, sliding down to get eye-level with the obvious tent in his pants. He let out an undignified yelp, hands flying to hold onto whatever of you he could reach.

“Wait! You’re sure? Here? With me…?”

“Christ, just relax.” Your words came out a little harsher than intended, but you must admit you were getting quite impatient yourself. It worked at shutting him up, and you were able to slide off his belt, pulling down his layers just enough to reveal his cock, already stained with a bead of precum. His breath stuttered, and his hands gripped the bar countertop above you for dear life.

Your name was a breathy whisper on his lips as you kissed up the exposed part of his thigh, his voice positively ruined without even needing to be touched. You let your lips brush up the length of him before settling on the sensitive head, pressing a soft kiss there as well. You looked up to see his face, eyes shut tightly, twisted in bliss. His breaths came out in short puffs, like a machine billowing out steam. It was certainly quite the sight, and it stirred up that burning of arousal in your gut. You wrapped your lips around him slowly, watching him try to stay still. Occasionally words would slip out of him, whispered under his breath like desperate prayers. Sometimes they were pleading, praising, needing, or just little cries of your name.

Taking him into your mouth was oddly easy, comfortable, even. He was of average size, maybe ever-so-slightly above, curving a little to the left. You slowly sunk down onto him until you could bury your nose into that tuft of hair, letting your tongue work him as you began to move right back up. You started a slow rhythm, and he took it well despite the occasional stutter or buck of his hips. He was remarkably well composed, his sounds restricted to the occasional grunt or heavy breath. He had leaned more onto the counter, so you couldn’t see his face, but you kept the memory of that wonderful expression close at hand for your own enjoyment.

You moved one of your hands down, slipping under the fabric of your clothing in an attempt to relieve the heat that was rushing to your loins. You don’t know how long this continued for, but it wasn’t long until he was shoved all the way into your ready throat, cumming with a strangled cry. You came with him, onto your fingers.

You barely had any time to process before you felt a harsh tug on the collar of your shirt, dragging you back up to your feet. Then, lips on yours, crashing and biting and taking with all the dogged desperation of a wild animal. You met that pace with your own, hands flying to grip onto his shoulders as he groaned into your mouth.

Despite his ferocity, his touch was oddly gentle. His teeth pulled on your bottom lip, but never sunk in. His hands grabbed at you, but never enough to leave any sort of impression on your skin. It was a harsh contrast to the rough way you had handled him, so you dialed it back a little to match him. His hands were hesitant, fumbling, but they still managed to find the sensitive spots between your legs, rubbing at you while you kissed. Your arousal was quite quickly ramping up again as his calloused, scarred fingers did their work, but you needed much more than just this. You pulled back from the kiss, and for a moment, he chased your lips, looking almost betrayed, but that expression shifted quickly when you began to kiss his neck, grazing your teeth over his adam’s apple just enough to make him shiver. He slowed down his motions with his hand into a steady rhythm, providing a constant white noise of pleasure as you kissed his collarbone, your hands moving over his chest, pinching one of his nipples.

“Shit.” He flinched, pausing for a second. You laughed, rolling it between your fingertips. He took a deep breath, head slumping onto your shoulder as you continued to toy with him. “You- ah…”

“I’m so glad you’re letting me do this, Eddie…” You whispered, free hand moving to stroke through the tangled mess of his hair. You felt him tense against you. “Thank you for trusting me.”

His breath was slow but heavy, and you felt his lips drawn tightly together against the skin of your shoulders. It’s hard to tell what’s going on in his mind, but he seemed somehow conflicted, confused, scared.

“Trust…” His voice came out strained. You pulled his head back by his hair, looking at his furrowed brows, his ajar lips… you stopped your movements. He stopped his.

“Eddie. Are you alright…? Do you want to stop?”

He was silent. His eyes flicked from your face, to your body, to your hands, splayed out on his chest. His nails dig into your thighs just slightly, pulling you closer despite the confliction written on his face. He sucked in a breath, and crashed his lips to yours again. But this was different. It was hungrier, almost disturbingly so, as if it was his last kiss before the end of the world. Just as you had recovered enough from the surprise to kiss back, he pulled away, dropping to his knees in front of you.

You pulled at the roots of his hair, hard, making him groan into your skin. His tongue was already on you, over your upper thighs, lower abdomen, center, taking your sex into his mouth with the sort of starved need you’d never seen on a man before. Even in the midst of his desperation, he was good. Almost too good, sending wave upon wave of heat through your whole body. You almost forgot about his odd behaviour, about everything. This time, you pulled him closer, hips bucking into his tongue unconsciously. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, as if you may disappear if he loosened his grip at all. You called his name as you came, falling back onto the counter.

When you pulled apart, his face slowly twisted from bliss to horror, and he staggered back from you, fixing the scraps of clothing still on his body. He was back to his usual, cold self, but there was a sharpness in his voice you hadn’t heard before, even in his snappiest moments.

“I- I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice almost failed him as he glared at you, warring emotion written all over his face. “Get. Out.”

This time, you listened.

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noneknowingaxolotl · 5 days ago

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⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚Screwed Over ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚

Fandom: Date Everything!

Character: Jerry

Description:

Usually when you enter Jerry's domain, he's right there to welcome you in with a bright grin on his face. But today, nothing. Not one sight of him. Not until you hear a call for help, at least.

And there he is, caught up in a string of flickering christmas lights with a nervous, wobbly smile.

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral Reader, Dominant Reader/Submissive Jerry, Accidental Bondage, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Edging, Denial, Begging, Anal Sex, Screwdriver Used as a Dildo, Masochism, Injury

Original Ao3 Link

Even among the assorted bizarre folks you’ve met since getting those glasses, Jerry was one of the weirder ones, if not just in virtue of his obsession. The man was a hoarder, plain and simple. You almost got buried under a pile of whatever-the-fuck the moment you stepped into his cluttered domain of curiosities, and he lived like that every day. He did not take kindly to being questioned about it, and certainly not prodded to get rid of anything. God forbid you say a dead fly won’t be useful later, or that the button he meticulously arranged on a pile of boxes was just something that fell off your jeans, and not some sort of ancient relic. And while you’ve been gently trying to guide him in the direction of healing, the process is slow. No matter, it was for his own damn good, so you’d do it.

Luckily, he had developed a fondness for you quite quickly. He attached himself completely to anyone who even mildly respected his trove of treasures, and you not calling anything ‘junk’ or ‘trash’ immediately shot you up to the top of his affections, earning you a space among the museum’s endless delights, for better or worse. You made sure to visit him regularly, gently trying to talk him out of displaying another paperclip or piece of lint. Today was another one of those days, as you made your way over to him. The shift in environment when you used your dateviators on the drawer was always jarring, but the over-cluttered museum you entered was becoming familiar. You stepped over piles of crumpled up paper and old wires, calling out to the curator.

Silence.

You called again.

“Over here! Ah-ow!” You heard a voice from much deeper inside. Panic shot through you. The strain in his voice made you immediately worry that he might’ve finally gotten buried under a mountain of stuff, fate’s hungry claws finally wrapping around him for his spaceless hubris. But, no. When you rushed over, there was no suffocating man on the ground, no broken bones or barely-clinging breaths.

But it was quite the scene.

There, right in front of your eyes, sat Jerry. Or, well, it would be more accurate to say he was suspended, held up in a tangled mess of flicking christmas light and twine. He gave you a wobbly smile, another piece of drywall hitting his head and tumbling down.

“Ah! I didn’t expect to see you today, my love— ow!— I would’ve set up all my new exhibits! Oh, you’ll love them, they’re so—“

“Jerry, why are you tangled up?”

“Oh!” He cleared his throat. “Well, you see…”

The collapsed ladder right next to him told you exactly what happened. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You know what, don’t tell me.” You stepped up to him, studying the situation for a moment before reaching out to touch one of the wires. He jolted a little, hissing in pain, and you drew your hand back. They were clearly very tightly bound around him, snaking around his torso, his legs, keeping one arm pinned to his torso and the other high above his head. “Well… I guess I’ll cut you loose.”

“Cut it?!” He gasped, looking at you like you had just told him you were going to gut a puppy. “Absolutely not! This is a priceless artifact we’re talking about here! A string of beautiful lights, oh, they could be handcrafted! As a gift to a lover, maybe? Why, the hypothetical emotional value is endless!”

“…I’m pretty sure I bought those from a thrift store for a 1.99…”

“And before they ended up in the thrift store?”

You paused, then sighed in exasperation. “I don’t know.”

“Exactly!” He shifted in his restraints, making him sway side to side just a little. “Imagine an old lady coming to your door, asking if you had bought the precious string of lights her childhood sweetheart had given her, and you have to tell her that you cut it up! Why, it’s—“

“Okay, okay!” You threw your hands up in surrender. “I’ll find another way. Just, uh… hang in there?”

He looked up at the wires holding him tightly, then shook his head solemnly. “I will…”

“Not like you have much choice, anyway.” You stood on the tips of your toes, trying to reach the topmost wires that bound his arm and wrist. “How long have you been trapped like this, anyway?”

“Oh, not long…”

You gave him a look.

“…four hours.”

“Four hours?!” You stopped all movement in disbelief. The position had brought you extremely close, your face inches from him. It gave you a good look at his nervous smile, and the shift of his eyes, the sweat beading on his forehead. You had half the mind to knock him upside the head. “Why didn’t you call for help?”

“I did! But…” He glanced at the piles of stuff all around you. Your blood ran cold.

“…all the stuff you have in here muffled your voice.”

He said nothing, just looked down, lips drawn tight together. You couldn’t help your voice from raising just a little, but you kept it calm.

“Jerry, this has to stop.”

He began to say your name, but you cut him off.

“Do you even understand what just happened here?! What if I hadn’t showed up when I did? Would you be suspended like this for another four hours? Another day?” You felt irritation bubbling up in your chest, threatening to fill your throat with the digusting taste of anger.

“I’m not throwing anything out!” He snapped at you. It was rare to see him like this, face red with embarrassment and anger, teeth grit together. “This— all of this is important to me! You know how precious all this is to me—“

“But it's hurting you!” You yank one of the wires, and he winces. “There comes a point, Jerry, and you’ve crossed it long ago.”

You’re sure if he didn’t already hold such positive regard for you, he would’ve screamed at you to get out, bit at you, anything. But instead, he just went silent, face scrunched up in a conflicted mix of emotion. After a long moment, you sighed, moving both your hands up to rest on his cheeks.

“Listen, I’m not going to force you to throw anything out, okay? The final call will always be yours.” You run your thumbs over his skin, and he seems to loosen a little, leaning into your touch. “But once you’re out of this mess, we’re going through all of this, you and I. We’re going to find a solution that doesn’t involve tossing anything, okay?”

He took a deep, shaky breath, finally meeting your gaze. “…okay.”

“Good.” You dropped your hands from him, taking a relieved sigh. “Now… try to relax while I figure this out.”

“Thank you…” He hung his head, clearly very exhausted. You could already imagine all the red gouges you’ll find in his skin from all these wires digging into him like this. But for now, your main priority was just getting him on his feet again. You tried one of the wires wrapping around his chest, gently tracing your hand down to it and pulling. He tensed, but stayed still as you created some slack in it. You moved slowly, eventually getting it to a point where he could wiggle around a little. He shifted around as you worked, tense and flushed under your touch. He bit down on his lip to stop a sound of pain from escaping him when you unraveled one from his calf. Then, you moved up to his thigh. The sound escaped him fully when you grabbed that wire.

That was not a sound of pain.

You looked up at him, to his red face, parted lips, wide eyes. That was not an expression of a hurt man. It was one of a…

“Ah, I’m sorry, I—“ He stuttered out, averting your gaze in embarrassment. Before he could speak further, you pulled the restraint, and another one of those whines tore through him. The realization of what was happening hit you like a freight train, and you found yourself slowly beginning to smile.

You had been so caught up on getting him out you didn’t realize how much of a compromising position he was truly in at the moment. Wired digging into his flesh, keeping him trapped and helpless before you, wrapped around his thighs so enticingly. You traced one of the wires wrapped around his abdomen, following its line to his hip. He sucked in a breath, head falling back slightly.

“My love… this is… oh, wow…” he trailed off when your hand brushed the front of his pants, a large, shaky grin on his face, his glasses askew on his face. The atmosphere in the room shifted drastically, definitely a few degrees warmer, and it wasn’t because of all the insulation his stuff created.

“Didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.” You chuckled, moving closer to wrap your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his chest and looking up at him. He was suspended quite a bit off the ground, making it hard to reach his face.

“Neither did I!” He looked down at you with stars in his eyes, with that flushed face and wobbly grin you had come to know well. You were pressed right up against him, so you could feel the bulge in his pants on your abdomen. He was never good with hiding the way he felt, nor did he necessarily try to. It made for some very nice reactions whenever you made any sort of advancement on him, when you brushed your hand against his or even just gave him a suggestive look. Or even in this moment, when you were fiddling with his belt, unclasping it slowly. He let out a stuttering gasp, involuntarily pushing his hips further into your touch. You slipped off his belt, tossing it to the side, letting it get swallowed up in the piles of random stuff he had laying around.

“I suppose this is a day of discoveries.” You chuckled, shifting his pants down just enough to expose his cock, already hard and aching, a bead of precum running down its length. He jolted a little as the air hit him, and you pressed a fingertip to the head, tracing that small slit slowly.

“Wh-whoah nelly!” He let his head fall back, unable to do much but relax into your touch. You moved down to replace your fingers with your tongue, stroking up and down the length of him as you lavished attention on his tip, swirling your tongue around it slowly.

His hips stuttered into you, using what limited mobility he had in a vain attempt to get even closer to the pleasure you were giving him. You took your mouth off of him to look around. He must have something around here you can use to enhance this experience for him. And, lo and behold, a screwdriver was perfectly perched on a nearby box.

You considered it for a moment, pausing your movements. He blinked down at you in bleary confusion, chest heaving up and down and up again.

“My love…?” His voice was a downright whine, the needy drawl of his words sending a pleasant shiver through you. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, very wrong. Very, very wrong.” Your fingers curl around the screwdriver, testing its weight in your hands with a little bounce. Of course, the metal part was much too thin and sharp to be anything useful, but the handle… thick, heavier where it bulged out at the end, lined with ridges made for better grip… “I’m not pleasing you enough.”

“What?! Darling! You are more than enough! You—“ His eyes landed on the screwdriver in your hands, and he stopped in his tracks. “Um… what are you planning?”

You stepped in between his legs again, spreading them a little further apart, his breath stuttered as the motion made the rope dig just a little more into his flesh. “What say you we… make use of this environment you so carefully cultivated for us?”

“What do you— oh!” His whole body jumped when you pressed the tip of the handle against the head of his cock. “Bedknobs and broomsticks!”

“What do you think?”

“Well— uhm… oh, jeez louise…” He laughed sheepishly. “I’m sure Robert wouldn’t mind…”

“Is that his name?” You looked at the screwdriver, tracing it down the length of his cock, gathering as much precum as you could. He swallowed, shifting around in his restraints.

“Mmhm. He’s uh— ah! A very helpful soul—“ He cut himself off by biting his lip. “Always fixing other people’s problems— haha…”

“Well then, I’m sure he’ll love a problem like this.” You tapped the screwdriver against his thigh, watching the way his muscles tighten beneath it. “Relax, now. Let us take care of you.”

He muttered something indecipherable under his breath, lifting his hips a little into the touch. However, you took the tool off of him. Before he could protest, you lifted it up to your lips, licking a long stripe up the length of the handle. His jaw dropped open, watching you in a complete trance. You couldn’t help but smile just a little as you took it into your mouth, slipping it past your lips and pressing it down onto your tongue. He let out a strangled sound, teeth gritted together as he ogled this lewd display. Once it was sufficiently coated in your saliva, you slowly pulled it out, making direct eye contact with him as you did so. You didn’t have to spread his legs this time, they were already wide open in anticipation of you, welcoming you in.

“You want this a lot, huh…?” You teased, pressing the handle over his entrance, rubbing it in slow circles with the tip. He squirmed, a long, drawn out hum of pleasure ripped from his throat.

“Mmhm! Mmhm!” He nodded repeatedly, a wobbly, lovesick grin on his face. Glasses askew on his nose, illuminated by the flickering, burnt-out glow of the Christmas lights that bound him at your mercy… oh, he was truly a sight to behold. You pressed it into him just a little, pushing past his rim just to pull it back out again. “I am so so happy— sooooo ready…”

You hummed in approval, sliding it back into him. He sucked in a breath at the sudden stretch, shifting around to get comfortable on it. You leaned forward to kiss down his chest, letting your teeth graze over the stubble on his sternum while you pushed it as far as it could go. You gave it a moment, allowing him time to adjust.

“You alright?”

“Discovering loads of new things about myself tonight.” He chuckled, grinding down on the handle just a little. “C’mon, give it to me!”

You didn’t hesitate a moment further. You gripped the metal tightly, beginning to thrust the tool in and out of him. You didn’t bother to start slow or ramp up, not when your lover was pleading like this, laid out before you like a fine feast… oh, and especially not when he was making sounds like this.

Jerry was the brutally honest sort. He never was one to hide what he was feeling, wearing his heart firmly pinned to the cuff of his stained sleeve. And now, when that heart was being thoroughly pounded against his chest while you angled the thick, uneven surface of the handle up, he spilled out everything he had to offer you. He moaned out your name, cries of ‘more’, ‘thank you’, ‘dear’ tumbling from his slightly swollen lips with wild abandon. The multicoloured lights shimmered off the sheen of sweat on his skin, framing him in a beautiful, picturesque glow. You moved your free hand to his cock again, feeling the way it throbbed under your touch. You slowed down your motions and focused in on his prostate, hitting it with each lazy roll of your wrist.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes—“ He cried, throwing his head back. “I’m about to—“

“Not yet.” You punctuated your words with a bite to his chest, squeezing the base of his cock tightly in lieu of a ring. He whined like a kicked dog, looking down at you with glistening eyes, tears gathering at the corners. One drop ran down his cheek, stopping only when caught by the sparse hair on his chin.

You stopped all motion, letting the pleasure that ramped up inside him dissipate slowly. He bucked into nothing, desperately searching for friction in the air. After a moment, he choked out a sob, going completely limp. His head fell to his chest, his body held up only by the string of pretty lights. You let your breath fan over his skin for a moment, tracing a line up his cock, making him flinch. Then, you started up again.

Tears flowed freely down his face now, staining his glasses and his contorted face. You reached up and grabbed his chin, making him open his eyes to meet yours. He let out a low sound through his gritted teeth, the ghost of a smile passing over his lips for a second. That's all the confirmation you needed. You let his head fall limp again, standing up on the tips of your toes to kiss his forehead before beginning to stroke his cock again.

“Love…” He whispered, glazed over eyes fixed on your hands. “Please?”

“No.” You reiterated. “Not yet.”

So started that agonizingly slow rhythm, the slick sounds of your hand working his cock, the sounds that filled the air whenever you hit that spot inside him… it all served to make you terribly hot under the collar. But your own pleasure could wait. You were sure he wouldn’t let you leave without dropping to his knees and shoving his mouth between your legs anyway. You couldn’t exactly say you hated that attentive part of him.

You only denied him a few more times before letting him cum, spilling all over his abdomen and your hand. It wasn’t with a scream of your name or a loud cry for mercy, but a quiet, pitiful whimper, the continued edging stunning him into total silence at the intensity of his orgasm.

You moved your hand from his cock to his thigh, tracing little comforting circles into his skin and resting your head against his heaving chest. After a moment, you slowly pulled the screwdriver out of him, letting it clatter to the ground. While he’d typically chastise you for being so careless with his prized possessions, you don’t think he could even process that anymore.

“Oh, wow— I mean— whoah…” He laughed, slowly coming to. “That was…”

“Amazing? I hope so.” You smiled, pulling yourself off of him. “Y’know, I should tie you up purposefully next time. It’ll be more comfortable than whatever this is.”

“Mm. Yeah. That’d be great.” He nodded while you began to work on the rest of the restraints, slowly loosening them. It took a while, but eventually, you undid the last loop, letting him fall into your open arms. He immediately buried his face in your neck, letting out a content hum. You stroked through his tangled mop of hair, working out some of the objects that got caught up in it while you lowered him to sit on a nearby box. You leaned back to observe his condition.

Shit.

His pale skin was cut through with deep lines of red, clear outlines of wires and lightbulbs snaking all over his body. You pressed a fingertip to one that wrapped over his collarbone, making him hiss out a breath in pain. “Jesus…”

“How bad is it?”

“…pretty bad. I’ll get an icepack for you.” You pat his thigh comfortingly, moving to stand up, only to be stopped by your wrist being snatched by his needy hands.

“Wait!” He yanked you so hard you almost stumbled into him. “You haven’t came yet.”

You froze. Ah, there it was. You sighed in exasperation, letting him pull you to lay next to him on the pile of boxes.

“Alright. Do your worst.”

He grinned so wide you’re sure his cheeks must hurt, and pounced on you again.

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noneknowingaxolotl · 6 days ago

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**Nsfw

⚡︎

I do think Eddison Watts has a praise kink.

It’s strange, because being worried over is certainly not his favourite thing, and he really does hate being condescended. It’s the genuine reassurance that gets to him in a way nothing else does. It’s you telling him how much you’re pleasing him in that low, breathy tone while his tongue works between your legs. It’s Volt mumbling how good he’s doing into his neck while his hands slip under his shirt. God forbid the two of you team up, talking about how wonderful ‘our dear Eddie’ is when he’s only a metre away from you, pretending not to hear (and covering the front of his pants).

It’s not something he’s exactly willing to admit. He’ll groan out a long, exasperated “stop” when you tell him you think he’s hot when he’s mid-fix. He’ll scoff and roll his eyes when Volt leans across the bar, just to whisper how much he admires his bartending skills. He’ll turn away so you can’t see his flush, step back so you can’t feel the heat radiating from the mechanical core of his chest. He knows the moment he verbally admits it, he’ll never hear the end of it.

But the sounds you draw out of him when you whisper ‘good boy’ into his ear while tracing your hand further up his thigh? Those speak for him. Rarely, very rarely, in moments of extreme mental and physical fatigue, he might even beg for you to take care of him.

The embarrassment is worth getting to have his chest pressed to yours, Volt’s against his back, the two of you talking over his ruined body about just how good he is, how pretty, how loved… He’d let his head fall back onto Volt’s shoulder, all while holding onto you for dear life. You’d share a chuckle above him, and he wouldn’t even be able to defend himself, not like this. Not when he finally felt like he deserved all the honeyed words that caressed his skin. Like he was worth something to you.

#drabble #headcanon #hcs #date everything #date everything x reader #eddison watts x reader #eddison watts #volt x eddie x reader #volt x eddie #eddie and volt #volt date everything #volt x reader #reader insert #self insert #fanfiction #fanfic #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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noneknowingaxolotl · 6 days ago

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All up in their pussies...

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noneknowingaxolotl · 6 days ago

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reader who has a biting fixation vs eddie and volt who love it when you bite them.

Volt just straight-up bares his neck to you. this man will let you bite him anywhere you want. his breathing stutters when you take your time, kissing up his collarbone and shoulders before actually biting him. he cannot control his arousal when you do this—his face turns red and he has to go to the storage closet to calm himself down. he wouldn’t say no if you were to come help him with his problem, though.

Eddie will be working on something and you’ll casually come up and bite him on the neck or shoulder, right where all the tension you know he’s holding is. he goes limp, letting you drag him away from his tools and allowing you to pin him up against a wall. his eyes flutter shut when you bite him harder this time, more noises escaping him as you keep going. pulls back from your kiss with lidded eyes and a very obvious hard-on.

#this is so canon to me

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noneknowingaxolotl · 6 days ago

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Seeing the phrase ‘improper use of ____’ in the tags on ao3

#ao3 #archive of our own #shitpost #it’s always the most off the wall shit #how tf do you use a banana peel

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noneknowingaxolotl · 7 days ago

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⌁₊˚⊹Eddie & Volt Headcanons (SFW)⊹˚₊⌁

They’ve been on my BRAIN recently so

All of these are sfw, might be mildly suggestive. I may post an nsfw one later

Warnings: suggestive sometimes, chronic pain, alcohol

Eddie has internal wiring, accessed through a latch in his chest. In place of a heart is a fusebox, and by god does it overheat whenever he feels anything too strongly. You could absolutely get a burn from touching it at certain moments. However, the wires surrounding it are quite sensitive to him. The ones inside it even more so. Sometimes, if you press your head to his chest, you can feel the radiating heat from his core, as well as hear the whirring of his overworked internal fan trying to cool it all down.

Conversely, Volt doesn’t have a ‘heart’ of any kind per se. When you place a hand on his chest, there’s no beat, but a pulsing thrum of electricity. At times you’ve gotten tiny static shocks when touching his skin or even being near him. In moments of high intensity sparks quite literally fly off of him.

Eddie quite literally tastes like copper. Kissing him is like shoving a penny down your throat. He’s a little self conscious about it and will occasionally make comments about how insane you and Volt are for continuing to do it. To be honest, Volt thinks its really endearing and has developed a pavlovian response to the taste of metal.

The wires on Eddie’s hair are 100% real, and will occasionally spark/electrocute you when you go to play with his hair.

Items do charge when you place them around or on Volt. But he LOVES not letting you do it to annoy you.

If there’s a malfunction somewhere in the house, Eddie feels it. Sometimes it’s just a cramp in his side or an ache in his joints, other times it’s full on debilitating bedridden pain. During these episodes he does not want to see a single person besides you and Volt, and even then the two of you are on thin ice. Volt has to physically drag him away from work on occasion because he’s trying to fix a light switch with his hands trembling so badly he can barely grasp the wrench.

Volt isn’t affected by the malfunctions, but he is by power fluctuations. It doesn’t manifest in pain, though. It’s more like the feeling of not getting enough oxygen to your brain, he can become a little delirious and confused, stuttering over words and repeating them in an almost glitch-like fashion. His body will try to make more electricity to make up for the loss, leading to him glowing extremely bright before fizzling out completely. During total power outages he finds it hard to stay in his right mind, and gets into an almost drunk-like state.

Eddie can’t dance, and Volt has given up on trying to teach him. However, he loves watching you and Volt on the dance floor more than anything. On rare occasions, when alone in the after hours bar and a couple drinks in, you might convince him to join you two.

If you get with any other objects in the house they are EXTREMELY invested. Volt practically forces you to tell them all the details. They encourage you to bring your other lovers to the bar. Eddie gives them a free drink but charges you extra.

You find a LOT more drinks suited to your tastes on the breaker box menu after you started dating them. You have no idea where they even learned your preferences (hint: Volt hunted down Beverley)

Volt and you ganging up on Eddie is a regular occurrence. In all sorts of situations.

Volt quite literally ‘lights up’ when happy. His eyes and hair genuinely get a lot brighter, sometimes blindingly so.

Both of them are extreme heavy weights when it comes to alcohol. On the rare occasions they do get drunk, it’s purposeful, and either just with each other or with you.

Volt is an extremely volatile and loud drunk. You expected him to be loud in the ‘life of the party’ way, but no, he’s a short fuse. He gets extremely protective over you and Eddie, almost screaming whenever one of you says something that might imply you’re hurting emotionally or physically. God forbid you imply that another person hurt you. When not pissed off he’s bear hugging you so damn tight you physically cannot escape. If you think he talks a lot when sober you haven’t seen nothing yet, he’s talking your ear off about anything and everything, this is his venting time.

Eddie, on the other hand, is a very sleepy drunk. He gets sort of discoordinated and loopy, collapsing on whichever one of his lovers is closest. Lord knows he needs rest, and this is the only time he’ll willingly get it. He doesn’t talk when he’s truly drunk, maybe the occasional single word like ‘stay’ or ‘thanks’, and sometimes your names, but otherwise? Totally silent. Honestly, you don’t get to see him shitfaced for long, he’s always fallen asleep quite quickly.

Eddie likes sleeping without being touched. Volt needs to hold something while sleeping. This is where you come in.

Eddie secretly harbours just as much love for drama as Volt does. Part of the reason he loves his bartending so much is he gets to listen in on people’s drunk confessions. You bet he’s telling all of it to you later.

#date everything #date everything x reader #eddie and volt #eddison watts #eddison watts x reader #eddie x reader #volt x eddie x reader #volt x reader #volt x eddie #gender neutral reader #oc insert #reader insert #self insert #fanfiction #fanfic #headcanon #hcs

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖༄Whispers on the Wind .𖥔 ݁ ˖༄

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Venti/Barbatos

Description:

Keeping his identity from the one he loved hurt, but if it meant the ability to be with you like this he would continue this deception. If only there was a way to bring you closer to him… perhaps a cold breeze would make you shuffle closer to him for warmth?

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral AMAB Reader, God/Mortal so age gap I guess, Alcohol, Pouring wine down his throat, Outdoor Sex, Penetration, Anal Sex, No Lube, Multiple Rounds, Riding

Venti was typically so careful.

You’d never know it, with his loud voice and that confident skip in his step. But he was. He was so cautious of every word he said, every movement and every step he took. Well… that may not be the right way to say it. Truth is, Venti was never adverse to throwing that caution to the wind the second he got a little too hyped, a little too angered, a little too drunk…

And oh Barbatos, it got so much worse around you.

Whether it was late nights at Angel’s Share, laughing over every little thing until you’re eventually kicked out because he burst into song, or trying to hide from the Favonious in the alleys of the city, flushed drunk cheeks and whispery giggles at every unaware passerby, or even nights like this, huddled together under a wool blanket on the soft grasses of Windrise. It was these sorts of moments that made him glad you thought he was only another mortal. He couldn’t help but wonder if you’d feel differently about him if you knew the truth, if you knew you were cuddled up to the soft side of a god.

And he’d be lying just a little bit if he claimed that leaning against you like this was only to keep out the cold, though, the winds brought a certain chill with them as they tousled his hair and prickled his skin. No, that was only part of it. He had to admit that pressing his flushed cheek to your shoulder felt nice. You shifting closer and pull the blanket tighter around you felt nice. The burn of dandelion wine in his chest felt nice. He tried not to think too much about the leftover taste of you on the rim of your shared bottle.

You’re saying something. Talking about a little thing that bothered you the other day, or something like that. He finds himself wholly unable to focus on your words. His eyes were darting around your face, trying to settle on just one thing to appreciate. His brain felt torn in so many directions, eyes, jaw, nose, neck… finally, he zeroed in on your lips.

Perhaps it was the alcohol flooding his veins that made him want to lean closer. Perhaps it was the proximity that made him follow every movement and twitch of your mouth as you spoke. Perhaps it was simple curiosity, perhaps it was more. Whatever it was didn’t change the odd feeling building inside him, and soon, his cheeks were flushed from more than just wine.

“Yeah, and then this scammy merchant from Fontaine seriously said—“

You rattled on, but he could only think about one thing: getting you closer to him.

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The cold air buffeted against you, the blanket providing little protection from its bite. You shivered, leaning into his body for warmth.

Venti couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face.

“Ugh… think we should head back? It looks like a storm is coming…” you looked up at the darkening sky, but he quickly shot that idea down.

“Oh, no no! Trust me, it’s just a little wind.” He takes your hand, pulling it into his lap. “No need to leave yet…”

You scoff. “Sounds like you just don’t want to let go of me…”

“And so what? Besides, have I ever been wrong about the weather before?”

“…no, you haven’t. But still—“

“So trust me!” His head falls onto your chest, practically nuzzling into you. Your hand finds the back of his head, entangling itself in his hair as it had done so many times before. You sigh, resting against him in turn.

“Alright. But I still think you’re clingy.”

“But you’re letting me, so…?” He looks up at you, quirking up an eyebrow. You click your tongue, absentmindedly playing with a few loose strands of his hair.

“Yes. I’m part of the problem.”

He laughs, burying his face in your chest again. You rest your chin atop his head, the wind slowing back down to a gentle breeze. It is truly nighttime now, silvery moonlight filtering in through the branches of Windrise, casting an almost ethereal glow onto you. Venti found himself transfixed once more, pressing his cheek into your sternum as he looks down at your lap, feeling the overwhelming impulse to throw a leg over you and fully make use of such a wonderful throne. He’s sure you would let him. He’s sure you would put your arms around his waist and pull him closer. Perhaps you would even kiss him, his lips, down his neck, lower…

He snaps himself out of his thoughts, instead focusing on the way you bring the bottle of Dandelion Wine up to your lips, taking a slow, savouring sip. It was almost empty, and when you saw him looking at you, you tilted your head down at him.

“Want the rest?”

“Is that even a question?” He laughs. Then, a brilliant idea ignites his mind. “Mm… but my hands are so cold… how will I grab the bottle?” He makes a show of it, letting out a deep sigh of feigned irritation.

You scoff, nudging him slightly. “Well what do you want me to do? Hold it for you?”

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea!”

He gleans an unreal amount of satisfaction from watching your eyes widen. He understands, after all, you’ve only ever flirted in a joking manner before, only ever touched him as a friend. He didn’t want to you to touch him as a friend. Maybe it was a selfish desire, for a god to love a mortal, knowing what end awaits their relationship. Especially a god such as him, who had experienced it firsthand. Still, he didn’t want a friend in you, though he would have gladly taken you in any way you chose to give yourself to him. Be that a friend, a companion, a lover… Anything but a stranger.

You hesitate, looking down at him with a strange mix of desire and confusion. He taps his lips expectantly, a cheshire grin on his face. Eventually, you sigh, giving in. He revels in the way you place your hand on his chin, gently pulling his lips apart.

“Hold still…”

He does. Eagerly. And as the warm burn of the wine hits the back of his throat, he closes his eyes, a feeling not unlike the roar of the countless storms that hover above Mondstadt weaves between his ribs, yet it settles so gently in the ventricles of his heart, as gently as the soft pressure of your fingers on his chin and the careful way you pour the liquid down his ready throat.

To his dismay, all things must come to an end. And eventually, the bottle is empty, set to the side as he swallows the last drops of it. Yet your hand still lingers on his chin, your face still so close to his. He slowly opens his eyes, meeting yours. You seem to realize the position you’re in, and pull back slightly, hand dropping away.

“…satisfied?” You turn away, looking back out over the little lake of Windrise.

“No.” He says in a hoarse, breathy voice. “Not at all.”

You turn to him again, a look of confusion on your face. His brows furrow, lips pressed together tightly as he considers his options.

“I’d need much more of you, you know.”

He watches as you blink slowly, processing his words. He knew he was crossing a line, one he might not be able to come back from. But the way your hand twitched, the way your eyes flicked down to his lips… perhaps this wasn’t so hopeless an endeavour after all.

“…How much more?”

He smiles, leaning in so his face was mere inches away from your parted lips, puffs of breath mingling with yours. “Well, for starters… you’re wayyyyy too far away from me.”

“Is that so?” Your hands instinctively came up to his waist, and he smiled at the touch, at your reactions to him. He brushed his hand up your arm, fingers trailing over your skin, his eyes fixed on the goosebumps it leaves in its wake. It’s a tantalizing sight, the effect he has on you physically… he could only imagine what you could be feeling internally. He hoped it mirrored the desire, the heat festering within his windborn heart. He was an ember left unattended for far too long, smouldering into a forest fire at the slightest touch of the breeze. Ironically, the feel of you was sobering, the cool water to soothe that blaze, and dare he say, control it.

His hand reached the open expanse of your neck now, grazing along the skin until his fingers could curl into the collar of your shirt. He made a point to cock his head to the side ever so slightly, wearing the most innocent expression he could. He’s thousands of years old, he knows what makes a human tick. He’ll lean in a little more, flick his eyes down for the barest second, let his thigh press against yours while you kiss. And speaking of kissing…

“Hey…” his tone is hushed, accompanied by a breathy giggle.

“Hi.” A wobbly, nervous smile forms on your face. You both burst into a fit of laughter, trying to keep yourselves quiet and failing miserably. You pull him tighter, forehead resting against his like it was instinctual. When you finally gather yourselves, your eyes meet. And for the first time in his long, long life, Venti wants to beg.

You looked like nothing else. Cheeks flushed from laughter and much more, eyes crinkled at the corners with mirth. Ah, he wanted to study every inch of that face, to draw it over and over until he could rival a photograph with his eyes closed…

“I want to kiss you.”

He blinked in surprise, yanked from his dreamy thoughts by your firm voice. “Uh— what…?”

“I mean… can I?” You chuckle nervously, glancing to the side.

He blinked again, processing this. Then, a grin spread on his face, so wide it made his cheeks hurt.

“I’m sorry, ignore me, It’s—!” You’re cut off by his lips on yours, pressing into you with such vigour it nearly knocked you back. His arms wrap fully around your neck now, keeping you firmly close to him. He feels you freeze up, before slowly melting into him, your hands coming up to gently hold his waist, your touch warming the skin beneath his clothing. He took one of your hands, guiding it behind him to the lace of his corset. Your breath hitched into his lips, but you got the memo quickly, untying the string with a little pull and letting the garment unravel.

It wasn’t long before you had moved forward, pressing him onto the grass below. The empty bottle of wine lay discarded now, but the taste of it on your lips was an addicting nectar to him, two of his favourite things, mixed into a tantalizing cocktail of sensation as his fingers trace the skin of your neck. When you pull apart, your breaths are heavy yet soft. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, simply letting your breath wash over each other, revelling in the divine feeling of you.

Your eyes slowly opened, meeting his. He let himself put on a self-satisfied grin at your flushed expression, which slowly morphed into a smile in turn. It’s a moment that could almost be perceived as sweet, if he didn’t feel the sudden pressure of your hard-on against his thigh.

“Excited?” He raises his brows with a little giggle, watching as you cover your mouth and turn away. He takes both your cheeks in his hands, pulling you back to look at him properly while his thumbs run over your skin. He pulls you down into another, much shorter kiss, letting your body settle in on top of him. Once you pull apart again you get to work peeling off his clothing, pawing at the strings of his cape. He helps you by hastily unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to have the cold air touch his too-hot skin. Soon, the bare skin of his back is touching the soft grass, and your upper layers are halfway through being slid off. The pads of your fingers pressed into his sides, tracing the narrow snap of his waist. His eyes widened as you grew bolder, reverent touches suddenly turning rough as you all but ripped off his lower layers.

It was hard for him to control his mortal form in that moment.

When your hands grab onto his waist, he doesn’t swallow his moan. In fact, he makes a show of it, singing to the high heavens when you pluck his strings just right. It’s a bard’s job, after all. He felt you smile against the skin of his neck, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. He sighed, shifting to get comfortable on the soft grass.

“You really are pretty like this…” you let out a low hum, a fingertip tapping against his bare hip. He laughed breathily, unconsciously moving into the touch.

“Oh ho ho— have you imagine me like this before?”

“Mm… maybe…” you grinned, lifting your head so your half lidded eyes met his. “You’re… very easy to desire.”

Something about the way you worded that struck him. The wind around you grew stronger, breezing through your clothing. Clothing? Too much of it, in fact. While he spoke, he began to shed you of it. “Aww… so you have been wanting me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You help him take your upper layers off, a little hastily. “Why didn’t you?”

“Ah. Touché.”

You share a quick kiss, before getting to work on your lower layers. Your bare chest pressed against his, skin against burning skin as your lips wander his throat. He relaxes, letting you spoil him like this, basking in every shred of attention you throw him like an obedient hound. His legs fall apart for you so easily, and you settle between them, hooking your arm under one of his legs to dig into the soft flesh of his thigh and pull it up, leaving him completely open beneath you. You begin to move down to prepare him with your tongue, but he stops you with a hand on your cheek.

“No… no need.”

“…what?”

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you close. “No need. Just go right for it, dear!”

He watches as his words load in your mind, your eyes wide as you short circuit. Being an archon comes with many benefits… one of those being a much more malleable body. And he didn’t want to wait a moment longer to feel the sweet bliss of you inside of him. He didn’t want to hold off on the feeling of your hips flush against his, to hear the melody of your pretty sounds, the snapping together of your bodies, the ramblings tumbling from your lips…

He wrapped his legs around you suddenly, pulling you in with a vice grip. You let out an undignified noise of surprise, but quickly get the memo, scrambling to get into position above him.

“As you wish… darling.”

Your words were so nervous, adorable. But before he could even giggle you had pushed the head of your already-weeping cock into him, parting his small frame on your girth. He lets out a sigh of relief, making sure to moan as encouragingly as possible for you. He could see the surprise on your face when his body offered no resistance, instead pulling you in so eagerly, so readily into his tight heat. He felt your slow movements, and assumed you didn’t want to just rut into him like dog right out of the gate. Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t a patient man.

He used his ankles to dig into your back, forcing you all the way in. Your eyes widen, and then, the expression he’d been longing for crosses your face. A look of feral, wild want. Every soft touch, every lingering glance, every shared bottle… everything had let up to this. You gently placed your hands on either side of him, and fuck him.

Every thrust bottomed out completely within him, filling him up over and over again. He gasped out your name, head falling back in a cry of pleasure. Your mouth found his chest, licking and sucking until dark welts bloomed on his pale flesh. The wind around you was now a buffeting force, raising goosebumps on your skin and shaking the tree above you. But even celestia themselves couldn’t pry the two of you apart in that moment, while his nails gouged your spine and his lips parted in ecstasy.

“Oh, Barbatos…” you huffed under your breath, the vibrations of your voice spreading across his flushed, bruised skin.

He froze.

Oh Celestia, he cried out.

The quickly-fading logical part of his brain knew it was an expression, knew that there was no way you could have known his true name, but everything else, every nerve, every synapse, every muscle of his body was awash with pure ecstasy. The sound of it on your lips along with the pleasure each thrust gave him almost sent him over the edge. Almost. He needed more.

“Say that again.” He commanded, grabbing at you to pull you impossibly closer to him. You seemed confused for a moment, but were clearly too lost in the moment yourself to question it.

“Ah, Barbatos…”

It sent a delicious shiver through him. He reached down a hand, beginning to desperately stroke his own achingly hard cock. “Again. Please, again.”

“Barbatos?” Your hazy eyes looked over him, observing the effect your words had on him. He watches your confused expression morph into a smirk. You grabbed his thighs, bending them up so that his ankles wear almost at his ears. “Barbatos!”

His body clasped down around you, a downright lecherous yowl tumbling from his lips. He fucked into his fist, in turn grinding into your length as he reached his climax.

Stars sparked behind his eyelids as the white-hot sensation bloomed in his lower abdomen, and splattered across his chest. It was at the sight of this pleasure, and at the feel of his clenching body that you also came, slamming your cock into him one more time and letting it all spill into him.

You took a moment to catch your breath. Or, you would have if he didn’t already have his hands on your chest, pushing you onto the grass and getting on top of you.

“Venti—!?”

You’re cut off by a searing kiss. His hands roamed your body, which he knew was still sensitive and hot from your orgasm. By the time you pulled apart, he was already pumping his hand up and down your cock, trying to get it erected again.

“Can we go again? Please, can we go again—” his voice was shaky, but his grin was lustful. “You’ll give it to me, right? Please say you will…”

He was desperate. And had plenty of energy to spare. He barely registered the way your eyes widened, clearly trying to process his words in the fog of overstimulation. He had straddled you, positioned above you in a way that left no room for doubt as to his intentions. One word of a yes, one touch from you would be all that it would take for him to sit down.

For a moment, his excitement crashed into fear. Had he pushed the mortal too far? Could their body and mind not handle this? Had he asked too much?

His doubts were silenced by your hands grabbing his hips, pulling him flush against you with a feral hunger in your eyes. The deafening buzz of pleasure took over again as he was slammed down onto your cock, half riding you and half being fucked into.

Perhaps he would one day tell you why the cry of Barbatos from your lips affected him so, why the wind seemed to howl around you with each sloppy buck of your hips. But here, on the soft, lush grass under the tree of windrise, he enjoyed the moment, pressing his lips to yours again and again in between his wanton cries.

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noneknowingaxolotl · 12 days ago

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧!Plant Monster Panic!𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Tighnari

Description:

The forest is a dangerous place, but Tighnari is well adjusted to it. However, even he doesn’t know everything that lurks between the trees. and when he finds one of these unknowns injured and alone, he just has to help. In more ways than one.

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral Reader, Plant Monster!Reader, Dominant Reader/Submissive Tighnari, Tentacles (well, vines), Penetration, Anal Sex, Blowjobs, Oral Sex, Heat Cycles, Monsterfucking, Thorns, Aphrodisiac Pollen, Blood, Injury, Sap, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Finger Sucking, Praise Kink, Blood, Masochism

Tighnari has seen a lot of things in his years as a Forest Ranger. From idiotic teenagers eating clearly poisonous mushrooms to Rishboland Tiger attacks to criminals hiding in the bushes, he’s well versed in all the dangers you could find in the dense jungle around Gandharva Ville. However, even the most learned of scholars have gaps in their knowledge. And while Tighnari knew plants better than the back of his hand, there were some species that remained elusive to even his sharp, canid eyes. Some that lurked just beyond the shadows between trees, who did not want to be caught.

It was a bleary, misty day when Tighnari set out on his usual patrol. The air was thick and humid, dew condensing on the fur of his well-groomed tail, much to his chagrin. He grumbled and drew his hood up over his flattened ears as a drop of last night’s rainwater landed on his head form the trees up above, and kept moving, hopping over a half-rotten log. He was in the thick of the forest now, well away from human settlement, yet he felt right at home. Though, the usual comfort he felt in the woods evaded him for reasons he could not explain. Perhaps it was the unusual quiet around him, not a songbird’s chitter or an insect’s buzz. Or maybe, the fog that closed in around him, obscuring his vision. Or maybe… he sniffed the air, and froze in place, ice shooting down his spine.

Blood.

He drew his bow and arrow immediately, moving cautiously towards the source of the scent. He creeped on light footfalls, his fur prickling.

“Hey, is anyone there?” He spoke at a calm volume, but his voice echoed off the dense wood. There came no reply, so he waited for a moment before he spoke again. “Hello?”

Suddenly, a faint, strained voice answered him. “…who are you?”

For some reason, the simple question deeply unnerved him. There was something off about the way this stranger spoke… it both terrified and intrigued him. “I’m a forest ranger. Are you hurt? I can help you.”

There was a pause, before the mysterious voice answered again, so quietly even he, with his superior hearing had to strain to catch what it said. “Help… over here…”

It almost seemed like the forest itself opened up to let him through. Tighnari kept his grip on his bow tight as he stepped towards the voice. He moved around a tree into a small clearing, a little creek flowing through the rocks and moss. And there, at its edge, sat perhaps the strangest being he had ever laid eyes upon.

You were human, that’s for sure. Well, human-shaped, at least. The flowers on your head and around your neck and arms, The sharpness of your teeth and eyes, The vines coiled around your skin… no, growing from your skin? Tighnari was more than confused, more than sickened, more than… really attracted? He chose to ignore that last part. You met his gaze, and he pointed his arrow at you threateningly, tail flicking behind him.

“What are you?” He hissed through his bared, sharp teeth. You met his gaze, but didn’t answer, just moved your arm to expose a massive wound in your side, dripping blood into the moss below and washing away with the creek.

“You said… you could help me…”

Tighnari thought for a moment, then sighed, putting his weapon away and cautiously stepping forward. You flinched when he approached, so he slowed his movements. “What happened?”

You just stared at him.

He scoffed, now more irritated than afraid of you. He doesn’t care if you’re human, beast, or archon, there’s no excuse for straight rudeness. “Not very talkative, are you?”

You just cocked your head, a petal falling from one of the flowers growing out of your flesh. “You know what… I don’t care. None of my business what dumb ways people get themselves hurt.” He sighed, shaking his head and kneeling down next to you to assess the wound. It wasn’t deep, certainly not fatal, but archons did it looks painful. A stab wound, perhaps? He pushed all his questions about you to the side for now, taking out his medical bag.

He feels your gaze on him as he works, trying to ignore the curling, thorny vines all around you and him. He pulls out a vial of disinfectant, steeling himself for what was coming next.

“This is to help you, but this is going to hurt. If you squirm too much I’ll pin you down.”

To his surprise, you let out a little chuckle, your voice like the rustling of leaves in a peaceful forest. “Can’t hurt more than it already does…”

Tighnari huffed in response, not being able to help the smile creeping on his lips. “Yeah, I bet… with a wound like that…” he soaked a cloth in the disinfectant. “Alright, brace yourself. Three, two…”

You let out a loud, inhuman hiss when the cloth was pressed to your side. Tighnari yelped when a vine wrapped around his wrist at lightning speed, nearly crushing him in it’s vicelike grip. But as quickly as it came, it retracted, and you sat up straighter, a look of horror on your face.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, are you alright, ranger?” You took his wrist in your hands, rubbing at the puncture wounds left behind by the thorns. He ripped his hand away from yours, giving you a warning look.

“You’re fine, you big lummox. Just sit there and stay still.”

You blinked in surprise, as if you were shocked he wasn’t pulling out a weapon or running for the hills. But Tighnari simply continues his work, tail flicking impatiently behind him. You’re not the first patient to lash out during treatment. Even if you had a little odder of a method, it’s no worse than being punched by an injured student or bit by a frightened stray.

Soon, the wound was dressed and bandaged, and he sat back on his knees, sighing. “There. Avoid sleeping on that side, and change the bandages tomorrow morning. You should be healed within a week if… whatever you are heals like a human does. You should also—“

“Thank you.”

“Don’t pick at the sca— wait, what?” Tighnari looked at you in surprise.

“Thank you.” You smiled so sweetly, he almost forgot about the vines that so freaked him out just moments before. You leaned in, eyes fixed on his ears. “You didn’t try to kill me. You even helped me. Thank you.”

“Oh.” Tighnari was more than ashamed of the red creeping up his cheeks when you leaned in. He… honestly wasn’t used to patients being so grateful to him. “It just my job, no need to make it a whole thing—“

He cut himself off when you suddenly pet his head, scratching behind his ears. He grabbed your wrist, heart pounding as he pulled it off him. “Asking first would be nice, you know.”

“Ah, sorry…” you, the big scary plant monster, actually looked… sort of bashful. “It’s spring…. So having you this close to me… it’s making me a little out of sorts.”

He froze, trying to process what you just said. “Why does it matter that it’s spring?”

“Well, it’s…” You paused, hesitation written on your face. He immediately new what you were talking about. After all, it’s something his species has to go through every year, too.

“Mating season, isn’t it?” He breathed out, keeping a steady voice despite the heat pooling in his abdomen.

You blinked, then looked to the side in shame. “Yes…”

“And that explains the injury? Your kind gets a little…?”

“Skirmishes over territory are common during this time.”

“I see...” Tighnari looks you over closely. It made sense, the blooming flowers around your body, the way you looked so intently at him earlier… “no one to spend it with?”

You shook your head sadly. He took a look over your body, at the tangling vines and brightly coloured, enticing flowers. He swallowed thickly, suddenly consumed by imagination. Involuntarily, his tail began to thump rhythmically behind him. He normally wasn’t one to fall to lust so easily, or pounce on every stranger he just met. But something about the one before him, with your inhuman appearance and enchanting voice… or maybe it was just pure curiosity, the need to know what those flowers would smell like up close, how those vines would feel wrapped around his thighs and drawing him in closer… if he was feeling so out of sorts, he can imagine what you’re going through. He knew from experience how painful going through a heat cycle alone was, he felt bad having to leave you here to deal with it.

…unless?

You seemed to have the same idea he did, with the way one of your vines had begun to coil up his leg, slowly wrapping around his calf, his thigh, thorns digging just slightly into he clothing.

“Maybe I do have someone to spend it with…”

Tighnari took a deep, shaky breath as a thicker vine wrapped around his waist, hoisting him up into the air as if he weighed nothing. You slowly rose to your feet, cocking your head at him in a silent question. He considered for a moment. Would everyone be worried if he came back late? What would he tell them? Fennec foxes mate for life, would he really just be able to move past this?

But as the vines slowly pulled his legs apart, the thrill that rushed through him overrode all worry or doubt. He found himself helping, even, ears twitching in anticipation.

“I haven’t released my aphrodisiac yet.” You blinked in confusion, seeming genuinely surprised instead of mocking. “Why are you so flushed?”

“Because…” He found himself trailing off, not wanting to say the reason out loud, even if you both knew it. He let the question float in the air between them, buzzing with tension.

“…most outside my kind run in fear, or try to attack.” The vines snake up his arms, wrapping around his wrists and keeping them snugly bound together. “You want me?”

Tighnari reckoned that the shaky breath he let out told you all you needed to know. It took almost no time at all for the vines to pull off his belt, sliding his clothing down. He was surprised to see how careful you were being. Despite your many thorns, you handled the fabric with care, as if afraid to rip it. He suddenly felt very appreciative… you must be going against your very instincts to treat him so gently, like fine porcelain.

But the blood running down his bare thigh, the thorns digging into his hips said the exact opposite.

Tighnari didn’t even notice when he started feeling so woozy.

When his eyes started to droop and his brain was filled with just as much fog as the forest around them. When the gentle creek they were next to began to sound so far away. When the thorns began to not hurt a bit. He could see them, digging into his skin, but he couldn’t feel them at all. No, all he felt was heat. Gathering in his chest, dripping over his ribs like drops of creek water before cascading down all at once, filling his whole being with a humming, pulsing ache for more.

His hazy eyes managed to focus themselves just enough to see the vague outline of you, all the flowers growing on your flesh now open. Pollen. Sweet-smelling, abundant, addicting pollen. Even in the state his brain was in, he could put two and two together. You must have released your aphrodisiac. And archons, even his yearly ruts were not this bad. It’s like as if those intense feelings which lasted him a month or two were suddenly condensed into a single moment, and his body was struggling to keep up with it. He barely registered the fact that you were know knelt between his legs, all he could focus on was the next wave of bruising pleasure that washed over him.

Your tongue was cold against him. It was such an odd sensation, coolness against his burning skin. It was as soothing as it was tantalizing, and Tighnari found himself chasing that feeling, thrashing in the tight vines that encased him. However, no matter how much he struggled, they kept him in firm place. He couldn’t help the low, frustrated whine that left him as his head lolled to the side, eyes shut tight as your mouth wrapped around his needy cock.

When a vine (one of the few without thorns, thank the celestials) began to slide between his ass cheeks, he almost snapped wide awake. The shock of pleasure as all the blood in his body suddenly rushed south would have been embarrassing if he had even half the mind he usually does. But now, in this bleary state, all he could do was let out a little, weak gasp.

The thick vine slid up and down over his entrance, secreting a… what was this? Some sort of sap, but less sticky. It’s scent was as the pollen in the air, but somehow even sweeter. You pressed some kitten licks to his tip as the vine began to slowly circle around his hole in a mesmerizing motion, and the combination made him instantly finish.

But finish isn’t the right word, is it?

You stood to your feet, licking the residue of him off your lips and leaning in to press a kiss to his heaving chest. His head rolled back as he came down from his high, only to immediately be jolted back into pleasure as the vine began to slowly enter him.

“Shhh… relax, relax, relax…” your whispers against his neck did little to stop his little whimpers, the fucked-out sobs that racked his body. He hadn’t even realized he had begun to cry, but the overstimulation had caused his flushed cheeks to become stained with teardrops. You cradled his face so sweetly, wiping his tears just for more to come.

He’s never been so… vulnerable in a situation like this. Maybe it’s the aphrodisiac, or the openness of where this was happening, or the peculiar but stunning creature in front of him… no matter which or if any at all, the vine sliding further into him, stretching him slowly around its girth was enough for him to break down and beg for more.

You hugged him to you, nuzzling into his neck as your vine reached as far as it could comfortably do so inside him. You gave him a moment to adjust, before slowly beginning to thrust in and out of his well-lubed heat. He let out a downright animalistic sound, quickly silenced by your fingers, sneaking into his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. He let out a surprised gasp, eyes wide as he knew what was coming next.

A smooth vine slid past his lips. Once it was fully inside, you removed your fingers, letting it prod at the back of his throat. He let out a strangled noise, and then a choked sob as it began to fill even his throat with that sickeningly sweet, caramel-like sap. And it tasted good. So good he couldn’t help but suckle on the intruding vine, gulping down the thick liquid so very obediently. You practically purred praise into his ear, scratching the sensitive base of his fluffed-up tail as he was penetrated by the two vines.

His body jerked as the vines sped up their movements, slamming into him again and again in a brutal pace. He was at your mercy in his entirety now, able to do nothing but choke and moan and curl his toes at the overwhelming feelings you’re pumping into him. The vine in his mouth retracts, and he gasps for breath, sap dripping from his used lips.

You touched a fingertip to his shaft, and he exploded in another wave of blinding, white-hot pleasure, singeing the circuits in his hazy mind. And as the vine filled him with a final burst of thick sap, it was over.

The vine slowly slid out of him again, flicking slick from itself. You kept him suspended, letting him ride out the aftershocks of his second orgasm, his body twitching with each one.

“Thank you…” you whispered as you began to lower him. However, the second his hands were free, he grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss. When you pulled away, you both were panting. The aphrodisiac had begun to wear off, but he was still in such a blissful state of mind, clinging to you like a kitten rescued from the rain.

“What… was that?” You looked at him in confusion, and he stared at you blankly for a moment before realizing what you meant. He let out a breathless laugh, tail swishing behind him.

“A kiss.”

“Kiss…” you tiled your head as you mulled this over. He could practically see the gears turning in your head. “Why do you do it?”

“Think of it as a… human courting ritual.” He left it at that, and kissed you again, softer this time. You melted into it immediately this time.

“Ah… I think I… I like these human customs…”

“I’ll teach you all you wish to know, as long as you do this with me again.”

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noneknowingaxolotl · 12 days ago

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₊ ˚. 🕯️ ⊹₊ ⋆Candlewicks and Bedsheets ⋆｡°✩🕯️

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Diluc Ragnvindr

Description:

You’ve been with the elusive Diluc of Mondstadt for months now, but never had you laid in the same bed together. That changes tonight, and you must say, you never expected him to make the first move, even going through the trouble of setting the mood with candles.

Perhaps they could be useful for something more than just atmosphere.

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral AMAB Reader, Dominant Reader/Submissive Diluc, Wax Play, Slight Masochism, Bondage, Penetration, Anal Sex, Riding, Lots of Reassurance, First Times, Slight Praise Kink, Begging, Nipple Play, Handjobs, kind of a role-reversal at the end?, Alcohol Mention

Diluc Ragnvindr is such a gentleman. That’s the word you’d hear gossiped around Mondstadt’s streets, anyway. And you, his beloved, would agree. Every time you slid up to the bar of Angel’s Share you’d immediately be greeted with a drink. Your favourite, on the house. And while the first few times he’d grumble and call you a freeloader, he’d do it without you asking. And now, he does it with the sort of fond smile that is rare on a face such as his. Long before you were together, it is him who would walk you home if you were to get drunk, it is him who would stand guard over your drink when you walked away, it is him who gazed at you from across the room, cleaning the same spot on a pristine glass over and over as he dreams.

And now, it is him who lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the back of it as you walk through the door to his manor. He closes his eyes, letting his lips linger a second too long upon your skin before letting out a breath, releasing your hand.

“You came.” His voice, despite calm, shakes a little. Excitement, surprise, anticipation… you’re not sure. But the shimmer in his warm eyes tells you he’s at least enjoying your company.

“Did you expect me not to?”

He hums unsurely, crossing his arms. “No, I suppose not.” Diluc’s gaze seem to flit around your face, as if he’s drinking in your every feature. You see his gloved hand twitch ever so slightly. “I was simply concerned that this thunderstorm would… be unsafe, for you to travel here through.”

You half-scoff, half-laugh as you kick off your boots, placing them neatly at the doorway. “Stormterror himself could be attacking the city again and I’d still find my way to you.”

Diluc simply sighs and shakes his head, but the amused smile and slight flush on his face is obvious.

You smile, shrugging off your heavy raincoat. Before you could even say anything, he’s taking it from you and hanging it up. Of course. You almost roll your eyes, but manage to control yourself as you step past him, further into the manor. He quickly catches up, following along almost like a dog. To the untrained eye, nothing was off. But you knew. You saw his eagerness, the slight bounce in his step. The man’s excited.

It’s almost cute, how he adjusts his cuffs over and over, how his eyes shift from side to side. You’d think months of being together and years of knowing each other would make him relaxed around you, but if anything, he’s more tense, wound up like a tight spring ready to snap. Every kiss you share he treats with reverence, as if the moment itself was holy. For him, everything must be perfect with you. Everything must go right.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” He eyes you down as you both step into the parlour. Indeed, your raincoat did little to stop the chill from reaching your bones. But Diluc’s parlour is warm, and the tea that was already waiting for you when you sat down was ever warmer. Diluc sat opposite to you, sitting rigidly. His neutral expression did little to hide the finicky, worried glances he cast around your body.

You chuckle, raising the teacup to your lips. “Ah, I’m quite alright. Though, I wouldn’t mind it if you warmed me up anyway.”

Diluc cleared his throat to hide the flush on his cheeks, adjusting his collar. A rush of satisfaction runs through you, seeing how the simplest flirtation got under his skin in he most delicious way.

“If you need me to warm you, all you need to do is say the word.” Diluc’s voice shakes ever so slightly, but he remains the ever-smooth and kind gentleman he always has been.

You wanted nothing more than to see that shattered.

The rest of the afternoon went completely normally. The tea was lovely, the company lovelier. Though Diluc was as quiet as always, simply listening to you talk about your day or anything you’d like with a soft smile on his face.

Thunder still boomed outside the cozy manor as you stand, fixing your collar. “Well then, It’s getting dark. I suppose I should head back soon?”

Diluc just looked at you silently for a moment, lips pursed and brow slightly furrowed as if debating whether or not he should say something. His hands obsessively fidgeted with his cuffs when he finally speaks, his voice a little lower than normal.

“Actually… I think you should stay.”

“Oh?” You blinked in surprise, stopping all movement.

Diluc cleared his throat, standing up and stepping closer to you. “It’s pouring outside. I can’t have you walking home in this rain.” He places a hand on your shoulder, letting it slowly trail down your arm. “You’ll get cold.”

You met his gaze, surprised at his sudden insistence but certainly not bothered by it.

“Ah, alright then. Should I stay the night in one of the guest bedrooms, or…?”

“No.” He said a little too quickly, pulling his hand away from your arm to place it on the door handle, pushing it open.

“My room will suffice.”

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They say the scent of burning candles can calm one’s nerves.

When you stepped into Diluc’s room and saw many of them around the bed, illuminating the dim space, they had the exact opposite effect.

The soft pitter-patter of rain outside and crackling of the flame seemed to roar in your ears as Diluc slipped off his overcoat, then moved to unbutton the vest underneath. You stood there, dumbfounded, for a little longer than you’d have liked.

“…Is everything alright?” Diluc’s voice was steady, but betrayed a hint of uncertainty, as if he was nervous, anticipating your reaction with sweaty palms and a racing heart.

“Alright?” You nearly laugh out loud in disbelief, but instead just glance around the room again. He set this up? Did he have a maid do it? What the hell was he trying to insinuate here exactly? Your thoughts were a mess,but you managed to let out a surprised chuckle. “It’s more than alright! Diluc, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”

To your surprise, he doesn’t rebuff you or call you a fondly mean nickname. He simply looks at you, like a man would look at all the riches in the world. Want. Pure, unfiltered desire that shows itself on his typically so stoic face. The slight flush, the way his lips part but then close once more… he steps closer to you, his voice lowered ever so slightly.

“Would that really be so bad?”

You nearly choked. Diluc, who’s hands shook upon simply touching yours? Diluc, who fell apart at every kiss, at every venturing touch or lingering glance. Diluc, who settled for stolen moments past the bar’s closing time or in Mondstadt streets, Your lover, who suddenly asked for your love instead of waiting patiently?

You almost pounced on him right there.

“No… I suppose it wouldn’t be all that bad…” you step closer to him, making sure to keep your movements slow. You saw his hand clenching into the fabric of his shirt, before his crossed arms unfold to take you into them, his hand raises yours up, fingers intertwining with yours as he lets out a sigh of deep relief.

“Good… good…” he whispered as you get closer, lips brushing against his. You linger there for a moment, enjoying the building anticipation and electricity between you before finally committing, kissing him softly. His lips immediately part, giving you full access too himself as you begin to back him up, until he’s pushed onto the lavish bed with you overtop him.

Diluc’s body is hot. Not hot as in attractive, though you’d certainly say he’s that as well, but unbearably, tantalizingly warm. His skin burns against yours, sending something akin to fire through your veins with every gentle touch. Though if he were truly blaze, then you would like to be the wood, consumed by his overwhelming heat and melting into his addictive body.

Hands wandered, caressing and grabbing and mapping out every inch of each other as you deepen the kiss, keeping a slow yet firm pace. You pull apart to catch your breath, but keep close, lips just barely touching.

Diluc opened his hazy, love-drunk eyes slowly, looking up at you with a strange sense of desperation you’ve never seen on his face before.

“…are you sure you want this?” His voice is slightly ragged, still out of breath as his hand trails up your spine. “…with me?”

You simply laugh, pressing a kiss to his temple. “With who else?”

He just rolls his eyes, a fond smile on his face. “No one else, hopefully…” you kiss his cheek now, then his jaw, venturing a little bit down his neck before moving back up again. He sucks in a breath, fingers curling into the back of your shirt. You let out a low hum, pressing one last, short kiss to his lips before sitting up, admiring the view of him beneath you.

Soon enough, you’re unbuttoning his shirt. He watches, eyes hungrily following every agonizingly slow movement. He goes to help you, but you gently push his hand away, shaking your head.

“I’ll do it.”

He looks surprised, then grumbles something under his breath you can’t quite hear. Still, he complies, letting his head fall back and his eyes flutter shut as you reach the final button, exposing his torso for your viewing pleasure. Years of training had toned up his body well, and also left their fair share of scars, criss crossing along his abdomen deliciously. You trace your fingertip along one of them, following the grooves and ridges of his body.

You wolf-whistle, and he flushes, shooting you a warning look. He opens his mouth to say something, but your hand ghosts over one of his nipples, and he immediately closes it again, biting down on his lip hard to stifle the groan about to escape him. His hands fly up to your hips, gripping them tightly.

“Oh, are you sensitive here?” You raise your brows, surprised at the strong reacting to such a simple touch. You circle the nipple with a fingertip, watching the way his skin prickles with goosebumps. He lets out a shaky breath, tilting his head away so he doesn’t have to face you.

“You’re teasing me.” He huffed, gripping your hips a little tighter.

“And is that such a bad thing?” You parrot his words from earlier, and he scowls, looking back up at you with a slight glare. You laugh and apologize, leaning down to kiss his cheek. His nails dig into your skin slightly…you bet he’s doing it involuntarily, but it still hurts a little. If only his hands were restrained…

An idea suddenly pops into your mind.

“Diluc…” you speak slowly, carefully. You make direct eye contact with him, making sure his full attention is on you. “I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, just tell me to stop, okay?”

An odd expression crosses his face, somewhere between nervousness, confusion, and curiosity. “What are you planning…?” His voice is low, apprehensive. You place a hand on his chest for a moment, feeling his heart pound against his rib cage ruthlessly. You feel a twinge of nervousness yourself as you gently take his hands off your hips, moving to pin them overtop his head.

“Just trust me.”

He hesitates, but slowly nods. Firelight illuminates his soft features, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. God, he was beautiful. You couldn’t imagine how pretty he’ll be once you do what you’re going to do. You take your time unbuckling your belt, sliding it off of you and moving up to place the leather around his ready wrists. His eyes widen as he realizes what you’re doing, but he doesn’t protest, simply tensing his muscles and holding his breath in anticipation. It takes a moment, but you manage to tie the belt in a way that secures his wrists in place, forcing him to keep his wandering hands to himself. You sit back again to admire your work, and archons, you did good. So goddamn good.

Diluc Ragnvindr was a gentleman. But in this moment, he looked positively lecherous. Hands tied above his head, unbuttoned shirt hanging loosely off his body, chest heaving up and down… you swallowed thickly, not being able to help how hot you felt.

Diluc tugged against the belt, testing his new restraints. His wrists rubbed together, snugly bound. He sighed, shifting a little underneath you. “Happy now?”

“Very.” You breathe out, not being able to hide the awe in your voice. You prod the restraints, testing them for slack. “Is this… are you okay? You don’t mind this?”

“I’m fine.” He says a little too quickly, voice hoarse. “There’s nothing you can do to me that I cannot handle.”

You quirk up a brow. “Nothing?”

“…don’t take that as a challenge.”

You laugh, then begin to drag your hands over his chest, down to his v-line then right back up again. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll be nice to you.”

Before he could shoot back a retort, you take one of his nipples between your fingers and pinch, making him let out a surprised gasp. His back arches beautifully off the sheets, hands straining against the belt. You smirk, leaning down to lick and suck one side of his chest while using your fingers to play with the other.

He nearly short-circuits, body squirming and legs pressing together as you attack the most sensitive parts of him so ruthlessly. He speaks between ragged breaths, his body growing ever hotter against yours.

“Slow down— ah, too much… wait—“ he groans out, eyes shutting tight. Your release his nipple from your lips for a moment to admire his scrunched up, overwhelmed face.

“Need me to tone it down, darling?” You slowly roll his nipple between your fingers, watching as his bucked involuntarily.

“No! Just, let me breathe, I—“ he cuts himself off with a moan, and you decide to have mercy, taking your hands off him. He takes a few long, shaky breaths, body regaining its bearings. You let him cool down for a moment, before dragging your nails down his side gently.

“Are you alright?”

He sighs, a deep flush to his cheeks. He nods slowly, meeting your gaze with a slightly intense look. “Continue.”

You waste no time, unbuckling his belt and tossing it haphazardly into the room, sliding his pants down to expose the undergarments underneath. His breath hitches in anticipation as your fingers ghost over the hem, his eyes closing. You slip a hand partially underneath, then move your touch away again.

The look of surprise and confusion on Diluc’s face is delicious. He flares at you like you just committed a crime, shifting uncomfortably and pressing his legs together. “What do you think you’re doing?” He huffs, hands flexing in his restraints. You simply grin down at him, his exposed body, his flushed cheeks and tousled hair… the candelight framed his every angle deliciously, he always looked so good in red…

Looking at the crimson-coloured candles, you suddenly got an idea.

Vision holders are a strange sort of human. Not only do they conduct their element, they also possess a remarkable resistibility to it. You picked up one of the candles, holding it up and watching as the flame flickered. Hot wax dripped slowly from the wick. You were sure if you touched it, it’d burn you. Badly. But to him…

Diluc watched your ever move in confusion, eyes shifting from the candle, to your thoughtful face, then back again. After a moment, his voice comes out in a low whisper, the kind of tone he gives you when he knows you’re about to do something insane. “What are you…”

…

He cuts himself off with a strangled gasp as a drop of wax drips from the candle and onto his lower abdomen, sizzling a little on his skin. His body jolts, hands clenching into fists and head falling back.

You hastily put the candle to the side, taking his face in your hands in panicked motions, voice desperate. “Ah, shit! I didn’t mean to— Well, I meant to ask first— Diluc, are you okay?! Are you—“

His lips crash into yours. You let out a muffled sound of surprise, then melt into his touch. It’s short lived, but still he pulls back panting, an expression on his face you’d never seen before. Glazed over, almost in trance. His chest heaves for a moment, and then he seems to snap out of it, turning his head and whispering.

“I’m… fine. I’m quite alright.” He breathes out, voice barely audible with the rain outside and the crackling fire in. “I told you I can handle anything.”

“Anything, huh…? Diluc, you can’t just—“

“No, that’s not it.” He raises his voice a little as you misunderstand him. Then, he sighs, voice going a little meek. Is he… embarrassed? “…I wouldn’t mind you doing that again.”

It takes you a second to process what he said. He… he liked it? Your strong, heroic, gentlemanly lover is secretly a masochist?!

You look down to where the wax dripped, just above the waist and of his undergarments. The crimson wax spreads out on his skin, blooming out like a rose, sizzling upon the surface. You hesitantly pressing a fingertip over it, pressing down. He shudders, breath caught in his throat. And that’s all it takes for you to reach for the candle again.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” Your voice shakes slightly, too focused on positioning the candle above his chest above anything else. His fingers twitch in anticipation, his eyes, as ruby red as the candle in your hand, seem to burst with need, flickering with a hidden desperation.

The second drop of wax hits just above his left nipple. His body flinches as the stinging, tingling sensation spreads out over his chest. Then, the third hits at his collarbone. The fourth, just below his adam’s apple. His breath stuttered and stopped with each one, his back arching up into the feeling.

You start with nonsensical, sporadic drops. Which soon, evolve into patterns. His tender skin becomes a blank slate for lines and swirls of deep crimson wax, leaving designs and burning desire in their wake. And in that moment, you were an artist, and he, both muse and canvas.

You had come full circle. The first drop of wax had already begun to harden and flake, and fresh ones were added all around it. By this point Diluc is a panting mess, ablaze with need and marked like a pretty ornate decoration. Finally, finally, you slowly pull off his final piece of clothing, leaving him completely bare before you. You take a moment to admire the sight once more, before chuckling, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Is this good for you, darling?” You can’t help the slight tease that enters your tone. But Diluc doesn’t reply, Simply trembling, jaw hanging open and a line of drool falling from his lips. You let a few drops of wax hit his thigh, and that snaps him awake once more, a deep, guttural groan escaping him.

“Good…” his voice is hoarse, and he doesn’t bother to cover up the cracks or whimpers that fall through, too far gone, too fucked out to care without you even having to touch him. “So good, my beloved… good… feels… good…”

You have to admit, you’re not feeling all that together yourself. Just the sight of him spreading his legs apart, looking up at you with those hazy eyes…it isn’t long before your own clothing is coming off, suddenly feeling unbearably hot upon your skin. He watches hungrily as you hastily take off each piece of fabric, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly at the sight, taking in your bare body for the first time.

“Beautiful…”

He mutters, eyes shamelessly studying your every feature, every nook and cranny of you. You let out a huff of amusement, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

“You say that a lot.”

“I am simply speaking my mind.”

“Mm… I didn’t say that was a bad thing.”

He smiles, kissing you again and again while you run your hands down his skin, over his hips, then over his painfully hard cock. You feel him moan against your lips, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine. You trace your fingertip over the wax patterns on his lower abdomen while waking a show of circling around his tip. At the slightest touch, his hips involuntarily buck up into you, and you have to hold them down to keep him still.

“Ah-ah. I didn’t say you could move, did I?”

He gives you a wild, frustrated look, squirming a little in your hold. “Quit stalling…” he hissed out, hands straining against the belt keeping them in place. You couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his impatience, tracing up the shaft of his cock with a featherlight touch, enjoying the way he twitches and ruts against you like an animal in heat. After a moment of teasing him, feeling his thighs spread apart readily, almost as if on instinct, beckoning you in… you finally moved back up to kiss his collarbone, then press your cock up against his, slowly touching it to the base and rolling your hips up to his tip.

“Oh, archons…” He gasped out, nails digging into the palms of his hands so hard you could’ve sworn he drew blood. You smile, beginning to rub up and down the length of him, feeling every inch against your sensitivity. You slot together so perfectly, that addictive feeling of closeness filling your body up to the brim with desire. You speed up, not even bothering to tell him off when he starts to move his hips in tandem with yours, pressing against you.

Diluc is quiet in bed, you notice. Just like in his day to day, silently watching from the shadows. Even here, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight with the only person he trusts enough to let them tie him up and use him, all he lets out are small grunts, short moans and pleading whispers under his breath. Your speed slows down once more, now languidly rolling your hips and allowing you both to bask in the pleasure, savouring every possibly second of this moment with your lover.

Desire thrummed just below the surface of his skin. You could feel it in the pulse point of his slender neck when you press your lips to its surface. You can feel it in the way the dried wax on his skin begins to melt once more, dripping onto the mattress as his body becomes unbearably hot; flushing red with his vision’s power. Every part of him is warm— like stepping into a beam of sunlight in the frozen winter. You press closer to him, chasing the feeling of his heat in the cold room.

Just as you began to let your guard down, a pair of hands suddenly grab the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss and flipping your positions, your back pressing into the bed. You let out an undignified yelp of surprise, hands flying to Diluc’s hips almost instinctively. When he finally pulls away slightly to breathe, you stare up at him wide eyed.

Just as you begin to wonder how he got out of his restraints, you spot what remains of your belt on the pillow beside you. Burnt to a crisp.

“Hey! I just bought tha—!”

You’re cut off by another kiss. This one much shorter. Diluc gives you a small, reassuring smile, one that might seem uncharacteristic or odd to others, but one you had come to know well over your months of being with him. His now free hands run over your chest, and down your sides, wax dripping from his skin onto yours. You hiss in pain, it’s not nearly as not as you thought it’d be, but it still sizzles on your unaccustomed body, a tingling warmth spreading across your veins with each little drop. Beautiful, Crimson, Hot.

“I can’t let you be doing all the work… can I?” Diluc whispers, a slightly sultry tone to his voice. You blink in surprise, then laugh, pressing your touch into his hips as he straddles your lap.

“Aww, how very generous of you.”

He smiles, looking down at you with a deep affection glinting in his eyes. he slowly raises his hips, lining himself up with your cock. Your eyes widen, your nails digging into his flesh to stop him.

“W-wait— you’re not— shouldn’t we prepare you first? I—“ You’re cut off by a finger pressed to your lips, a low “shhh…” rumbling in your ear. He then brushes his fingers against your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw,

“I can handle it.”

You blink up at him in surprise, the words going straight to your dick. He seems to notice the way your face heats up at his words, and continues, pressing the head of your cock to his entrance.

“I told you, there’s nothing you can do to me that I cannot handle…”

Of course. Of course. Of course Diluc Ragnvindr, the Darknight hero, the gentlemanly nobleman of Mondstadt, the upstanding, polite, reserved man you called yours would continue to surprise you, would continue to drive you wild with each lingering touch and sudden movement. With every soft caress to every drop of fire-red wax dripping onto your skin. And once more, he never fails to amaze as he moves one of his hands back to spread his ass open, as he began to slowly sink down onto your aching cock.

He’s warm.

Almost unbearably hot.

He takes his time, pausing to let his body adjust to the feeling of you before inching a little further down, carefully sinking onto your cock. You’d wonder how he was even able to take it with no preparation, but here, like this, with you buried deep inside him… your mind was too fuzzy to care. He’s about halfway down now, hands planted firmly on your chest to steady himself as he catches his breath.

And that’s when you grabbed his waist and slammed him the rest of the way down.

Maybe you did it out of vengeance, or sadism, or pure impatience. It doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t change they way he let out a strangled, startled cry, body clenching around you. His nails dig into you, desperate for purchase as you lift him up and slam him down again.

“Oh, archons!” He gasps, covering a mouth with his hand. You quickly grab his wrist, pulling it away.

“Oh, no no, none of that. I want to hear every little sweet sound you make, my love.” You coo, continuing to buck your hips up into him, each thrust sending shivers through his battered body. He tries to put on a stern face, but with his flushed cheeks, furrowed brows and tear-stinged eyes, it looked more like an expression of hedonism than anything. You laugh, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him flush against your body, your thrusts slightly more slow but no less intense. He instantly throws his arms around you, burying his face in your neck for comfort. His hands claw at your back, gripping anything they could reach in an attempt to ground himself. You rest your head against his, nuzzling into his soft hair as you continue.

Every breath, every gasp and shaky inhale, you felt against your skin. He lets out a low, guttural moan, shivering. Then, he begins to move his hips in tandem with yours, bouncing on your lap as if your body is something he craves, something he needs. Water, food, shelter, his lover’s perfect cock stretching him open, hitting every sweet spot and nerve in his sensitive, warm core.

He whispers your name with a reverence, repeating it a few more times as if in prayer. You stroke him comfortingly, mumbling soft praises into his hair. The rain outside, the flickering candles, every responsibility or care… all was null compared to the divinity of a single moment between two people, a dance of flame and languid touches as the angelic choir of his moans filled the room.

You barely even processed that you were close before that rush of white-hot pleasure washes over your body, every limb going numb for a single second as you felt him squeeze you, greedily taking everything you give him . You rut into him, chasing those little aftershocks of climax, bringing a hand down between you to slide up and down his slick length as you do so. It isn’t long before his back arches into you, and his eyes close in utter bliss as his own orgasm washes over him.

He practically goes boneless, collapsing into your arms like a fucked-out ragdoll, panting for breath. You carefully move yourself so you lay on the bed with him sprawled out on top of you like a blanket, taking in his warm, twitching body.

“Mmmn…” he hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You kiss the top of his head, lazily running your fingers through his hair. Rain pitter-patters on the window, thunder booms in the distance, yet all you can focus on your Diluc’s soft breaths, his warmness.

And until one of you bothers to even think about trying to clean wax stains off of fabric, you will stay in one another’s embrace, satisfied.

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˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚. The Dragon’s Sovereign ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Neuvillette

Description:

What’s the best way to get a workaholic to relax? By pinning him down on the desk, of course!

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral AFAB Reader, Dominant Reader/Submissive Neuvillette, Slight Monsterfucking (has some draconic features), Oral Sex, Thigh Riding, Possessiveness, Biting, Semi-Public Sex, Slight Exhibitionism, Scratching, Humping

Monsieur Neuvillette was often seen as an upstanding gentleman. And he is, for the most part, the polite and proper Iudex that he needs to be. Perhaps it is what drew you to him in the first place, that intimidating face contrasting that calm and collected demeanour, with a kind smile to top it all off. Yes, the dragon sovereign of hydro was truly perfect; in every sense of the word.

But the thing about those of great power is that you will never meet one that is without vices. And Neuvillette, bless his inhuman heart, is no exception. Although, you suppose, for all sins such a terrifying force could indulge in, Neuvillette’s certainly aren’t the worst you could think of. In fact, in a way, they made him more perfect.

You see, Dragons are materialistic creatures, no matter what form they take. Whether it be jewels, gold, hell, even books, it is in a great serpent’s nature to hoard, to lay claim. And what to do with the precious treasure they’ve amassed? Admire it; hold it close and pressed up against their chest; run their claws so gently along its thighs and let it know that it is worshipped; that it is desired. Some dragons take gold as their treasure. Neuvillette takes a human.

Honestly, he’s put you on such a pedestal it’s hard not to feel sorry for him sometimes. Those sharp and intimidating eyes are no better than a mere puppy’s when they look up at you, a cheek pressed up against your thigh as a centuries-old being kneels between your legs. You are perched upon his desk like a king upon a throne, like a crown upon a tower of gold; and your boot presses up against his growing arousal, making him take in a sharp breath.

You can’t get used to this. But perhaps, you don’t have to. After all, he’ll always be there to help you settle into this new routine. And after a few evenings spent with one another under the waning moon of Fontaine, you know exactly what makes him tick. He’s patient, he’s obedient, and he groans low in his throat when you run your fingers through his silky hair. His claws will dig into your flesh when you tug gently on the roots. When you tell him how good he’s making you feel, his slitted pupils blow wide like a stalking cat’s. You rub your boot on his hardening cock through the fabric of his dress pants, eliciting a low moan from those pretty lips.

Neuvillette sighs, closing his eyes as he kisses your thigh. The dim lantern-light glints off his scales, rough against your skin. In this form, he is much more animalistic, in a way. He nuzzles against you, fangs grazing your skin as he inches up, moving closer and closer to where you knew he wanted to worship you most. He looks up at you for approval with desperate eyes.

“Go on.” You smile, reassuringly scratching his scalp, rubbing the base of one of his horns. “Don’t hold yourself back.”

Neuvillette groans, shivering slightly. “My dear… if someone walks in, we…” You cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. He immediately shuts up as you brush your hand down, using your thumb to pull down his bottom lip ever so slightly, just enough to expose his sharp teeth.

“Then you sentence them life for breaking and entering.”

“My dear…” He sighs, looking up at you with a slightly exhausted look now, but he can’t help the bit of amusement in his voice. “That is not how the law works.”

You laugh. “Well, then I’ll just let them watch. This is a damn good show we’re putting on, after all—“

At this, the fond smile on his face falls into a sharp glare, his long tail wrapping around your leg almost possessively. His gentle kiss turned into a warning bite to your inner thigh.

“Hey—! Ow, what was that for…” The sudden feeling makes you yank on his hair, hard. It makes him growl, pulling away from the bite mark he left behind in your flesh. He looks up at you, hazy eyed, and seems to come back to his senses just a little, his voice breaking as his body trembles slightly upon realizing what he had done.

“…ah… ah, my apologies…” He traced the bite mark, a slight look of panic on his face. “It was my mistake. But please, do not speak of wanting another to see you like this when I’m aroun— Ever. Do not say those things Ever.”

You pause for a moment. The bite still stung slightly, but the sight of the Chief Justice getting so worked up over some simple teasing…

You burst out laughing. Neuvillette looked up at you in embarrassment, tail tightening around your leg slightly. “Oh, who knew you of all people could get so jealous!”

“I am not—“ He begins, but cuts himself off. “…I am.” He sighs, kissing the mark he left on your thigh. It had begun to bleed. “Forgive me…” His voice is breathy, just barely above a whisper. His tongue darts out to lick the trail of blood dripping down your thigh, and. Oh. Oh.

His tongue is not human.

The long, forked, serpent’s tongue is unnaturally cold against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He then licks the excess blood off his lips, tilting his head at your reaction.

You glanced at the office doors behind you, then grabbed his horns and pulled him closer to where you wanted him most. He let out a lewd sound of surprise, eyes wide and clouded over. You smile down at his kneeling form, teasingly switching up your approach as you let go of his horns and gently run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m getting impatient.”

“You—“

“You’re not going to disappoint me, are you?”

That shuts him up. Then, he laughs, shaking his head in amusement. His tail uncoils from your leg, instead thumping the floor beside him rhythmically, perhaps as a way to calm himself while he leans in, breath fanning over your exposed heat. “Ah, you are insatiable…”

“Must I repeat myself?”

“No, no.” He smiles, a drunk expression on his face. His hands come up, holding onto your thighs and spreading them a little further apart. “I wouldn’t dream of making you wait…” He presses his lips to your skin in an oddly innocent way, but follows it up with an experimental flick of his tongue over your folds.

You grin, your boot finding its way back to his cock, teasing it through the already-soaked fabric of his pants once more. He groans, nails digging into your skin. With this, you begin a rhythm; one almost as natural as breathing. The slow drags of his tongue, the hand petting his hair so sweetly, the heel of a boot rubbing circles into his bulge, setting his very veins ablaze with need. Ah, who knew such a polite and quiet man could be so vocal? His eyes closed in ecstasy as his freezing cold tongue ran over your clit, whimpers and unbecoming moans sending ripples through your skin as he began to suck on it.

You gripped his hair, tugging a little at the roots and guiding him to your most sensitive places. He follows obediently. In this state, you think he might drop himself off the highest peak in Fontaine without hesitation if you merely asked. It’s as if he was acting upon instinct alone; that overwhelming draconic urge to please his greatest treasure, to come undone at their fingertips and worship the taste of them. He slows down his movements when you let out a shaky breath, gently lapping at you and looking up at you with pleading, desperate eyes.

Sighing, you lean back a little, gesturing for him to rise. “C’mon. Stand.” He instantly obeys, licking the fluids off his lips and placing his hands on his desk on either side of you, leaning in. You wrap an arm around him and place your free hand on his belt, pulling him in by the buckle and pressing your lips to his. You feel him shudder, all but whining into the kiss. His forked tongue presses against your bottom lip, running along it as his hands come up to trace your spine, running along your sides as if trying to map every inch of your body. Somewhere along the line, his button-up shirt slips off, and so do his well-tailored trousers. He follows your lead, but you can feel him shaking with barely contained desire, as if holding back a tidal wave of emotion. He reigned himself in all for you. His nails dig slightly into your skin when you deepen the kiss, but not enough to break it.

Dragons, especially those that dwell in water, don’t exactly need to come up for air. However, you are not afforded the same luxury. He chased your lips when you pull away, his eyes snapping open with hazy confusion and disappointment. Seeing you panting, he realizes what’s going on, shaking his head as if to restart it.

Your hands wandered his skin, over the imprints of cold scales upon his arms and waist down to the slight dip and curve of his hips. He smiles, bumping his head up against yours and then nuzzling into you like an affectionate cat. You feel him tense slightly when you go even lower, your fingers running along his cocks.

That’s right— Cocks. He had two. Tapering off dark blue at the ends like a shore reaching an ocean, inhuman bumps and ridges running up the impressive length. You trace a fingertip up the length of the lower one, and he instinctively bucks into your touch, biting his lip so hard it bled. He meets your gaze, a certain desperation in his eyes as his claws dig into the wood surface of the desk.

“I…” He looks away, covering his mouth with his hand in an uncharacteristically bashful way. “May I ask…”

You sigh, immediately knowing what he was about to say and hopping off the desk to sit on the fancy chair, patting your thigh invitingly. He immediately took you up on it, crawling onto your lap. His tail moved to wrap around your leg once more as he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep breath in as if savouring your scent.

“You want to cum, don’t you?”

You feel him tense, then nod slowly against your neck. You smile, tracing a hand down his spine tantalizingly slow.

“Then get yourself off on my thigh.”

A stuttering breath leaves him, his hips involuntarily bucking, desperately searching for release. His aching cocks pressed against your thigh, a head of precum dribbling down from the tips to run along your skin. You watch for a moment as he slowly moves back and forth, trembling as if unsure of his actions. You hum in approval, then take his hips, gently guiding them to a steady pace against your leg. Neuvillette let out a downright animalistic sound; leaning in to run his tongue over your shoulder, then biting down on it, just enough for you to feel his fangs poking into you but not enough to hurt you too much. The groan you let out seems to embolden him, and he smirks against your skin, moving to straddle you properly and slide his cocks against your abdomen, licking and sucking at your neck as he does so.

In response, you slap his ass, and he lets out a loud gasp in surprise. You grab his chin, pulling him in and forcing him to look into your eyes.

“Control yourself.”

He looks at you for a second, eyes glazed over. Then, the smiles again, almost mischievously. A rare sight on the typically polite and proper judge.

“And if I cannot?”

He leans in closer, whispering into your lips.

“Will you tame me? Take me? Love me properly?”

Ah, fuck it.

You grab his hips, slamming him down onto the desk. A loud, surprised moan escapes his lips before they are roughly taken by yours. You settle between his legs, taking his pair of throbbing cocks into your hand.

It takes a special type of person to tame a dragon, to hold the full attention of a sovereign. But you hold even more than that; his infatuation, his trust, his narrow hips. His spine arches deliciously when you tease the tip of one of his cocks, overstimulating one whilst neglecting the other. Lewd moans and low, animalistic growls fill the room, along with the slick sounds of your palm sliding up and down his length. It is not a fiery passion; but a quiet one, a slow and steady rhythm like the gentle yet firm push and pull of ocean waves. Exactly what Neuvillette liked. Exactly what Neuvillette craved.

You spread his legs a little further apart, kissing down his chest while you continue your motions on his cocks. Soon enough, his body is ever so slightly trembling, his fangs biting and snapping at anything they could reach and claws digging into your flesh as he fell back on his draconic instincts, letting everything go for you.

Neither of you say anything. You don’t need to. He shudders, breath stuttering into your lips as he releases, both pent-up, overworked cocks releasing at once, coating his chest and stomach all the way down to his thighs in thick cum. You pull back a bit to let him recover, but he just grabs you an pulls you back in again, not even processing your strangled gasp in his delirious state of pleasure as he kisses you again.

When he finally lets you pull away for air, you press your forehead to his and let your eyes flutter shut. He places a hand on the back of your head, holding you close and breathing a little raggedly.

“Thank you… for this.” He breathes out, gently caressing the skin of your waist with his other hand.

You chuckle, nuzzling the tip of your nose with his.

“I love you.”

“Thank you…”

“Thank you?” You scoff in amusement. He flushes at your breathy laugh.

“I mean… I truly do feel grateful.”

You quirk up an eyebrow. “And you love me?”

He laughs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, a beaming grin on his face.

“Yes, darling. And I love you…”

You hum in agreement, pulling him in for another, slightly longer and proper kiss.

“Good… Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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