#⚡. . . electric touch

[lgbtsana]

ELECTRIC TOUCH

– WINTER ONESHOT

PERM TAG LIST: @run2seob

GENRE: y/n breakup, fated meeting, fated lovers, soulmates, strangers to lovers, nextdoor neighbors.

your boyfriend broke up with you two months ago. he had found another woman, and took the apartment you had been paying for. though, you were able to get the apartment back after showing the bills to the landlord, you still felt hurt.

just when all felt lost, you got a new nextdoor neighbor.

slowly waking up and looking at the time, you realize you're, yet again, late for work. you quickly got out of bed and got ready.

while the day seemed nice, birds chirping, clear blue sky, perfect weather. you were hurting, making the day seem terrible.

ever since the breakup, you haven't felt like yourself. everything seemed horrible and you didn't like that. you tried many methods to cheer you up, such as, hanging out with friends, going to karaoke. nothing seemed to work.

you tried going on a blind date, but he just wasn't your type, but you also didn't want to have the guy as a rebound.

suddenly, you heard driving outside your window. there was a moving truck, making you remember that you have a new neighbor as of today.

“i should probably go greet them..” you mumbled, thinking of a last minute gift to bring to them. “ah! the cookies!” the night before you made cookies, chocolate chunk.

grabbed a tupperware container, you placed four cookies inside.

you opened your apartment door and stuck your head out, checking to see if anyone had come up yet. noticing no one, you walked out and then noticed a blonde female in the corner of your eye.

“you must be my neighbor,” the female shyly spoke, “i've been excited to move in, so hello.” she waved with a gentle smile. your eyes locked on hers, the tense air lifting.

you felt your heart leap as soon as you saw her, she was breathtaking. you couldn't help but blush slightly within her presence.

“yes, hi. i am your neighbor.” you whispered, feeling nervous around her. she was just so beautiful, you felt like a peasant in her presence.

“huh? sorry, i didn't hear you..”

“ah! i'm your neighbor, nice to meet you...?” you were able to speak a full sentence, yet your voice shook nervously. “i’m y/n, seo y/n, you are?”

“ah! kim minjeong! nice to meet you.” minjeong held out her hand, waiting for you to shake it.

gladly taking her small, gloved, hand, you shook her hand, nodding as if acknowledging her name. you found it odd she had her hands gloves, but you brushed it off.

“so we’ll be next door neighbors from now on huh?” she smiled, “at least my new neighbor is nice!” she laughed slightly, before she turned on her heel. “i need to unpack, talk later?” she stuck a note in your jean pocket before leaving.

pulling the note out of your pocket, without touching you, her door shut. you opened it to see her phone number on it, you couldn't help but giggle.

you put her number in your phone, sending a text, just letting her know your number.

a few hours later, you received a text back and you both chatted over the phone. a conversation that was fun, something that you hadn't had in a while. for the first time in a while, you were smiling. her little jokes or puns made you laugh, after your breakup, it was hard to laugh because of the pain of it.

yet, minjeong was somehow able to make you laugh. it was nice.

the next day, you were taking out your trash and noticed minjeong. her hands still gloved, yet you just didn't mind it. maybe it was something with her health, you didn't mind either way.

“oh hey!” you exclaimed excitedly, your voice louder than it had been in a while. visibly surprised, she turned to you with a smile.

“taking out your trash?” she came over to you, placing her gloved hand on your shoulder. answering her question with a nod, she giggled at you, “your little reactions are so cute!”

you felt your heart flutter, your face flushing at the sudden compliment.

as if on queue, her phone pinged. “i gotta go, my boss is calling me. talk later?” she asked, waiting for your response, “of course.”

minjeong smiled at your answer and left. skipping away happily, which you couldn't help but laugh to yourself.

the compliments didn't stop after that, left and right, a compliment came your way from minjeong. and, everytime, you went speechless with a red face.

she couldn't help but find anything you did adorable. the feelings between the both of you continued to grow.

one day, she invited you over to her place. of course, you accepted, your crush on her still growing.

“you called?” you teased, giggling. “indeed i did, princess!” her nickname for you slipping off her tongue easily.

“i thought i told you to stop calling me that, minjeong~” you whined, not hating the nickname.

“you did, but it suits you!” minjeong pouted, “the nickname stays, princess.” she stuck her tongue out.

feeling defeated you sighed, knowing you wouldn't win, “fine, fine.”

for the first time, you noticed her gloves off. she noticed your surprised look, and asked, “what?”

you took her hand in yours and looked at it, “no gloves...”

until, you felt an electric shock? visibly looking in pain, she pulled her hand away. her gloves getting put back on her hands.

“are you okay? i'm so sorry!” she apologized, concerned yet her voice trembled.

“i'm fine, are you okay?” you asked her, noticing her trembling.

you rested a hand on her shoulder, before petting her back, telling her to calm down and that you're okay.

her gloved hand touched your cheek and she kissed you gently.

taken aback, you didn't react at first. “i- i'm so sorry..” she whispered when she pulled away, seeing the shock on your face.

before she could run away, you placed your lips back on hers. both of your lips moving in sync, hungry for each other. minjeong took a chance to advance and pinched your skin, making you open your mouth. her tongue dancing with your own, your one hand gripped on the sleeve of her shirt. the other on the back of her neck, holding her soft hair.

the heavy breathing from the two became elaborate, you both feeling hot and almost devouring one another.

minjeong became to grin into the kiss, moving her hand down to the rim of your shorts.

minjeong was the first to pull away, both of you breathing heavily. the tension in the room evident.

“wow..” she whispered, still close enough to kiss again. your eyes stared into hers, still hungry for more.

placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, “another time~” she winked, grabbing your hand.

“i have something to tell you.” the sentence made your face drop, “oh.” you whispered.

“oh! that's not what i mean, princess.” she reassured, “you know that shock you got earlier?”

you nodded, remembering the moment, “well, my mom called it a soulmate shock, though i am not completely sure what it means, i just know it means we are fated lovers?” she shrugged, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

you couldn't help but smile, your face lighting up with joy. “so, does that mean we date?”

minjeong pulled you in for a cuddle, “or more, you never know~”

NOTE: i really hope you enjoyed! that was my first time writing a makeout scene so i hope it was good! give me feedback on how i can improve in the future.

[daily-dragon-drawing]

It might be a little abstract, but could you draw a telephone pole dragon? With the wires and lights I think it may be cool

#141 - 電線 (diàn xiàn / electric line) - Better not touch this telephone pole! ⚡⚡⚡

[halfbloodwhore]

Electric Touch - Part II (Eddie x Female Reader - 18+)

"I've gotten used to no one calling my phone I've grown accustomed to sleeping alone Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right Just one time."

Read Part I Here

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Today wasn't the first time Eddie Munson noticed you. You were the first thing he noticed any time he entered a room occupied by you. He was well aware of his position in Hawkins' social hierarchy, and knew that he didn't have a shot in hell with you, but he just couldn't shake his infatuation. As far as Eddie was concerned, you were magnetic. He felt especially weak when you'd prance into class in your little cheer uniform on game days.

On more than one occasion, Eddie had found himself laying back against his pillows on a Friday night with his eyes shut and one hand down his pants. Initially, he'd tried to fight against the thoughts of you jumping around in that damn green skirt, but eventually he gave in.

He let himself picture you laying in his bed, his lips sucking at your neck while his hands ran up your skirt. He'd pump his fist as he lost himself in the fantasy, allowing himself to imagine you moaning his name as he tossed your panties off and buried his aching cock inside you.

Eddie was pretty sure he was in love with that skirt, but it somehow paled in comparison to the little number you were wearing today. He forced himself to look away as you bounded into the room in a red plaid skirt that fell approximately two inches shorter than your cheer uniform did.

Despite the rows of empty desks, you scooted yourself past where he was seated, your skirt riding up ever so slightly as your ass made contact with his desk while you shimmied yourself to the seat beside his. Eddie bounced his leg impatiently while he pretended not to notice. He knew better though, he knew that he'd be thinking about this the minute he got to his bedroom later today. What Eddie didn't know was that he was the reason you were dressed so provocatively. You didn't know much about Eddie aside from the fact he sold drugs, but you knew the effect short skirts had on teenage boys and figured it was a good start to capturing his attention.

"Hey, Eddie," you purred. Eddie's head snapped in your direction. He was sure that he must have been hearing things, no way were you talking to him.

"Maybe I need to go beat one out in the bathroom," he thought to himself. But, as he made eye contact with you, he realized that you were indeed speaking to him.

"H-hi?" He mentally smacked himself for sounding so lame.

"You sell, right?" You asked, putting the second part of your plan into motion. Eddie nodded. "Do you have anything on you today? I could really use a pick me up."

"Y-yeah, sure thing. You can meet me at the picnic bench in the woods after school if you want to buy."

"It's a date," you replied, smiling at him before turning your attention to the front of the class as the bell rang. Eddie looked down at the notebook splayed open in front of him, but even as he grabbed his pencil and began sketching in it, he couldn't think of anything other than you in that skirt, purring his name.

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Eddie was shocked to find you already seated at the bench when he strolled into the woods after school with his stash.

"I was starting to think you weren't coming," you joked as he slid onto the bench in front of you.

"It's not polite to leave a lady hanging," he joked, unlatching the lunch box he had placed in front of him and presenting the goods to you. "Speaking of, what were you looking to purchase?"

"Oh you know, just some... weed." Eddie chuckled and you suddenly felt ridiculous for thinking this plan would work. You had smoked a couple times before at parties, but you didn't know the first thing about how to actually purchase it.

"Have you ever bought weed before?" Eddie asked. You felt yourself blush as you sheepishly shook your head. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I wouldn't peg you for a stoner."

"I've smoked a couple times before, but it was always just... there. I never had to actually buy it," you admitted.

"Well I am honored to be your first," Eddie said, winking. "Do you even know how to roll a blunt?" You shook your head again. "Alright let's make a deal. For $10 I'll roll you one and send you on your way."

You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous as Eddie opened the door for the next phase of your plan, which was feeling more ridiculous by the minute. You'd made it this far, you figured, you might as well see it through.

"Here's the thing, Eddie. I don't... I don't have any cash on me right now," you started, twirling your hair nervously around a finger.

"Oh, well, no problem, we'll call this one a free sample," he shrugged, pulling out a tray and some papers from the lunch box.

"That doesn't seem very fair to you."

"Nah, don't worry about-"

"I was thinking that maybe I could offer another form of payment..." You trailed off, hoping he'd catch on to what you were suggesting.

Eddie glanced at you. He felt his entire mouth go dry as he considered the implication of your words. However, Eddie was not about to live up to his reputation as the town freak and scare you off. You were a cheerleader, you certainly couldn't of meant what he was thinking.

"W-what kind of payment?" He asked, his heart beating wildly as he tried to play it cool.

You reached across the picnic table and brushed your fingers up Eddie's forearm, leaving a trail of goosebumps across his flesh.

"Have you ever had a blowjob, Munson?"

Read Part III

[falloutboy]

The moment you've all been waiting for….

Electric Touch with Taylor Swift from Speak Now (Taylor's Version) ⚡💜 out now

[aimedis]

lovely & vincent headcanons 🧛⚡

“god, your kisses are fucking nuclear...”

for lovely's birthday one year, vincent bought them their dream car. he took them to the dealership and asked, "if you could have any of these cars, which one would it be?". he let them point at the car he knew they've always wanted, dropped the keys in their hand and said, "it's all yours." (lovely was in shock for days)

lovely always finds themselves falling asleep quite often around vincent. it's because they spend a lot of time in fight or flight mode subconsciously and he just makes them feel safe

literally saying "vincent, i'm tired" every time there's five seconds of silence

lovely and vincent are both horror movie/game wimps (grown ass vampires scared of pixelated ghosts)

vincent is always incredibly empathetic with other vampire's turnings (especially lovely's)

vincent was 100% ready to let lovely go if they didn't want to be turned. he would rather grieve them than have them talk to him the way he talked to william

their song is rewrite the stars by james arthur & anne-marie

lovely and vincent are always always around each other. where one is, the other is not far away even if you can't see them both (aside from work and stuff ofc)

they are always looking for one another in a crowd when they're rarely apart for two seconds

always touching too, even if they're arguing or not speaking to each other they're always holding hands or touching some part of the other's body

they wear each other's crowns sometimes

vincent is always slapping lovely's ass. and whenever lovely gets caught off guard, they release electricity from their body (even post turning) so vincent is always getting shocked but he refuses to stop

vincent's favourite hobby is kissing all over lovely's face or being corny to them (especially in public) just to embarrass them (because they get embarrassed very easily)

lovely hates it but they can't help but laugh when they're done hitting him

lovely loves ignoring vincent as a joke. not responding when he's being clingy or talking to them, pushing his face away when he's trying to kiss them, and saying "what's that noise?"

vincent enjoys finding new ways to get their attention, both innocent and nefarious

whenever lovely has nightmares, vincent always wakes up before they do. he can just feel their distress like it's his own, not even just because of the maker/progeny bond they have

vincent puts lovely's shoes and jewellery on for them whenever they're going out for date night, outright refuses to let them do it for themselves because he loves doing it so much

in turn, lovely always does vincent's eyeliner for him on a daily basis (he says they do it better than he ever could) ((bonus if lovely can never do eyeliner on themselves))

lovely and vincent are so obsessed with each other, they literally get jealous so easily. not because they don't trust each other, they just hate the idea of anyone touching/talking to their partner the way that they do

when lovely gets really excited they either start hitting vincent a billion times or they jump into his arms and he has to spin them around to get the zoomies out while they both giggle loudly

they love playing minecraft and animal crossing together in bed

after the summit, lovely was reliving the trauma that came with watching another vampire get their head ripped off/adam's name being brought up and they had a panic attack in vincent's arms the second the two could get a moment alone

the entire time the queen of the house of baz was talking to vincent, lovely was just staring at the ground while squeezing vincent's hand as they tried to fight off the panic. but when vincent finally got away from people, he pulled them outside to the car to get some fresh air while they cried and shook in his arms

their way of dealing with traumatic events/stress is just holding each other for a long time after it's over

vincent definetly gives lovely princess treatment (gender neutral) ((opening doors for them, putting on their shoes, foot massages, kissing them all over etc.))

vincent carries lovely around the house more than he lets them walk unless they have people over (they’d never walk anywhere again if vincent had his way)

they rarely ever ever fight. during one of their first and fights, lovely started crying because they got overwhelmed and vincent immediately backed up and started apologizing (and that only made them cry harder because they've never really been apologized to before)

vincent felt really bad for making them cry and held them while they did because that was the only thing they wanted (they finished the argument later without any tears) 

now, they argue once in a blue moon whenever they can't probably regulate their feelings about the situation. but they usually make up within ten minutes

vincent tickles lovely's sides whenever they're stretching (lovely is crazy ticklish)

lovely before they got turned was really prone to nosebleeds

lovely calls vincent ‘lovebug’ 

lovely loves painting vincent's nails (even though the smell is overpowering for both of them, it’s something lovely enjoys doing so he likes it too) 

lovely kissed vincent in the car before some fancy clan gathering for a little too long and he got hard immediately so they had to wait in the car for it to go down before they could go inside. lovely was making fun of him the whole time

vincent used to heal pre-turning lovely’s every cut and bruise even before they themselves noticed they had it (he still heals them if they haven't fed recently and can't heal as fast)

vincent really really likes pining lovely to walls (they can barely walk down the hall without him zipping up to them and pressing their hips into the wall before kissing them hard) 

vincent and lovely are both korean (they also both did dance and figure skating)

vampire don’t get sick easily (it’s actually quite hard for them to get sick) but when they do it’s bad. vincent and lovely are both babies with being sick

vincent and lovely cry about everything together (happy? tears. sad? tears. angry? tears. excited? tears. bored? you guessed it, tears.)

lovely's favourite thing ever is how dazed vincent gets whenever he says they smell good (which is basically all the time) he's literally sniff kissing them all over and pulling them closer to him

vincent loves kissing lovely more than anything ever

blowing each other kisses whenever one of them leaves the room

vincent was away for two days on a work trip and everyone who saw them said they had never looked so sad

clingy mfers

both of their love languages are physical touch and gift giving (+ quality time)

they bicker a lot about the most random things

always texting each other random little updates with no context like "porter's pissing me off" "what the actual fuck does _____ mean?" "are you coming home yet? hurry up" "i'm tired" "i need to punch someone" and sometimes it doesn't even lead to an actual conversation

always on the phone if one of them is away, sometimes not even talking or looking at their phone but it's comforting to know that the person they love is with them in some way

vincent took lovely to italy for their birthday because they mentioned wanting to go there all the time

lovely rented a huge mansion in the mountains for vincent's birthday so they could just. relax. and get away from everyone

they're THAT rich couple

[antoniosvivaldi]

@networkthirteen​ book club | Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) event: Favourite Speak Now Vault Track

⚡ Electric Touch ft. Fall Out Boy ⚡

[silvercap]

Could you ⚡💔 Leon please?

For sure!! :)

Prompts

⚡Shock Collar + 💔 Taking Away Something They Love

He almost makes it.

The hallway speeds past as he sprints for his life, body slamming into the outer door as shouts echo in the distance behind him. His breaths come quick in his chest, hand fumbling to swipe the keycard he'd stolen in the correct slot. He's trembling with adrenaline, sweat clinging to the back of his neck in the sweltering warmth of the compound, the tropical climate inescapable even indoors. He curses when the swipe lock beeps red, the sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway behind him sparking fresh panic. No, no, no--

The door hisses open with a cheerful beep as the keycard reader blinks bright green, relief flooding Leon all the way to the ends of his fingertips. He steps forward, bounding over the threshold---

And collapses on the other side with a strangled scream, hands flying to the metal collar they'd fastened around his neck several days before, muscles jerking violently as an electric current tears through him. It's pain like nothing he's ever felt, body tearing apart from the inside, burning and stinging and frying every cell until Leon can think of nothing besides the agony. His head feels like it's about to explode, involuntary spasms wracking him so that he can hardly breathe. Can't breathe.

Darkness falls.

Leon wakes again to find himself being hauled upright by his armpits, two strong sets of hands hoisting him back over the doorframe and allowing his only chance at escape to slide closed again with a woosh. The keycard is on the floor, but Leon has no strength to lunge for it, his body too weak and trembling and limp to do anything more than sag in the grips of whoever is holding him. He's pretty sure he's drooling, eyes half-lidded. He thinks he might throw up.

"Oh, Leon," a familiar voice singsongs, the touch of a hand on Leon's chin making him growl. It's not enough to stop Wesker from lifting his head up and smirking in his face, thumb swiping at the saliva on Leon's bottom lip. "I told you what would happen if you tried to leave the premises, don't you remember? I mean, really---what did you expect a shock collar to do?"

He tugs on the metal around Leon's neck with his other hand, head tilting. "So why did you do it? You know that we have Nivans, yes?"

Leon's stomach goes cold at the mention of Piers, his eyes widening. He scowls instead of letting Wesker see his fear. "Yeah, you keep fucking saying that. Prove it."

Wesker laughs. "Oh, you're always so charmingly naive, my little government agent. I'm not giving you more reasons to try and escape. In fact---" He rises, letting go of Leon's chin. "I think I'd rather get rid of that bother once and for all. Come."

He snaps his fingers and leads the guards down a series of halls, Leon's muscles still trembling every time he tries to summon the strength to break the hold. His heart flutters unevenly in his chest, phantom electricity still prickling his spine. He can't do anything until they drag him into a wide room and strap him down to a medical chair, a gasp filling the air as he raises his head and catches sight of the fluid-filled tank across from him. Piers is inside, unconscious and covered in snakelike tubes and wires, limp and unmoving.

"Say your goodbyes, Leon," Wesker hums. "I gave you a chance to cooperate, but it seems you'd rather test my patience. Nivans will take the brunt of the fall, and perhaps that will help my lesson sink in."

He presses a button on the side of the tank, an immediate humming noise bringing cold fear to Leon's chest. "Wesker--" he manages, voice breaking, but the madman isn't done.

"This will end the life support system keeping him alive," Wesker says as the tank begins to drown. His hand hovers over another button before he grins evilly, pressing down with smug finality. "And this will send a fatal dose of electricity into his body to ensure the procedure goes to plan."

The collar around PIers' neck lights up as his body jerks, and Leon can only scream.

[sengardet]

🧙‍♀️⚡🫀Veronica's Downfall (Magical electro+ heart torment.)

Veronica leaned against the cave wall, breathing heavily after a long day of battles. The flickering light of her campfire cast mysterious shadows on the rocky walls. "A decent shelter for the night," she muttered to herself, beginning to set a protective ward around the perimeter.

Veronica's ward shimmered faintly at the cave entrance as she laid down and closed her eyes, her breaths deep and even. The subtle glow illuminated her athletic, toned body sprawled on the bedroll. Blonde hair fanned out around her features.

Veronica's steady breathing echoed through the cave as she slept, golden hair spilling across her bedroll, her muscular form still and serene in slumber.

Yanil approached her meditation cave, eager for quiet solitude. But as she neared the entrance, an unnatural glow emanated from within - a shimmering veil of light blocked her. Someone had dared to intrude upon her sacred space!

wearing a bright grin, Yanil placed a pale hand on the luminous barrier. It crackled and sparked at her touch. "How adorable, they think this will keep me out."

She took a step back and closed her eyes, focusing inward. Tingling energy surged through her slender form. In a flash, her body transformed into pure electricity. The crackling blue current that was Yanil flowed forward, probing the rocky walls for gaps and fissures. Finding a narrow crack, she poured herself through, slipping past the magical seal like water through a sieve.

Yanil slipped inside like an electric shadow, her lithe frame materializing from sparks and flickers. A wicked grin spread across her pale face as she crept towards the sleeping warrior. Veronica's powerful essence called to her, enticing and invigorating.

The witch licked her lips, drinking in the sight of Veronica's toned body, the raw strength evident even in rest. She knelt beside the slumbering woman. Delicate yet dangerous fingertips hovering just above soft and inviting skin that covered a mighty vitality.

"You'll make a lovely little pet" she whispered. Yanil wrapped her slender arms around Veronica, pressing her body against the warrior's, waking the woman. As Veronica felt something amiss, Yanil could feel Veronica's mighty heart pounding through layers of taut muscle. The strong woman's chest rose and fell with each deep breath, her body pulsing with vigorous life.

Yanil shivered... she had never felt a heartbeat so strong, so full of raw vitality. It made her petite body quake as it punched into her frame.

Veronica's eyes met Yanil’s.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she growled, twisting to throw Yanil off. But Yanil clung tight, giggling manically.

Blue sparks danced across Yanil's fingertips.

"You're such a heavy sleeper, sweetheart," Yanil said. "I think it’s cute..."

Before Veronica could react, Yanil sent a shock of magic directly into her chest. The warrior cried out, body jerking and spasming as the electric jolt seized her heart. Yanil clung tightly, shuddering in sadistic glee as she felt the mighty muscle writhe and flutter in her embrace.

"Get...off...me..." Veronica gritted out, trying to throw the witch off. But her struggles only excited Yanil more.

Yanil directed another surge into Veronica's flailing body, forcing her pounding heart into agonized submission. The warrior collapsed to her back with a groan.

"Shhh, don't fight it," Yanil said softly, stroking her fingers over Veronica's breastbone as she perched atop the breathless woman’s hips. "Just relax and let me have my fun."

As the warrior’s consciousness waned. Yanil alternated the shocks with forceful chest compressions, sadistically coaxing the organ to pound before subduing it once more with crackling energy. Veronica gasped and convulsed beneath her, back arching, fingers clawing at the ground.

Yanil leaned down, raven hair brushing Veronica's face as she captured her lips in a searing kiss, breathing life into starving lungs. She pulled back and gazed into defiant hazel eyes clouded with pain and terror. Beautiful. “Aww, how’d you lose to a delicate little thing like me?” Yanil said with a menacing smile.

Veronica’s panicked eyes darted around until they landed on her trusty blade. She lunged for her sword, fingers grasping the leather-wrapped hilt. With a warrior's cry, she swung the blade in a deadly arc towards the witch.

But Yanil was too quick. The witch seized Veronica's wrist in a delicate grip, sending jolts of crackling energy surging through the warrior woman's arm. Veronica convulsed as sparks danced across her skin. Her fingers spasmed open and the sword clattered to the stone floor.

"Tsk tsk, naughty girl," Yanil purred, her black lips curving in a wicked smile. "You'll need to be punished dearly for that."

Delicate fingers, alive with sparks, slid across Veronica's collarbone and down between her heaving breasts. Yanil's touch passed through skin like a ghost, burying deep in Veronica's chest. The warrior gasped as those slender digits wrapped around her frantically beating heart and began to explore.

"Mmm, how cute it really is, so warm and feisty…" Yanil murmured, breath hot against Veronica's ear. "I can feel every throb, every quiver." Her fingers mapped the pulsing contours, delicately yielding to its vigorous pulse as it pinned her hand to the woman’s sternum.

“Now for your punishment.” Yanil sent a sharp jolt of electricity surging into the quivering organ and squeezed. Veronica let out an agonized scream as her mighty heart spasmed violently before wiggling like jello in Yanil's grasp. Her athletic frame writhed, losing strength quickly.

"Oopsie, I think I overdid it a bit," Yanil giggled as the once powerful organ fell limp and still. She gave the pliant ventricles a patronizing little shake. "Wakey wakey!"

"Please... mercy..." Veronica whimpered with the air left in her lungs, eyes wide with fear.

Yanil smirked, reveling in the once proud warrior's pathetic begging. She leaned in close, ebony hair brushing Veronica's cheek as she breathed into her captive's quivering lungs and squeezed her flailing life. Veronica's body shuddered in a mix of revulsion and desperation as she fought for control of her fluttering diaphragm. “No…” Yanil said with a smile.

Yanil pressed her fingers into Veronica's quivering heart, feeling the muscle twitch beneath her fingers. A thrill pulsed through Yanil's body at the touch, her own heart jerking her around in the excitement. She began to squeeze and massage the heart, coaxing it back to life, keeping the woman in the twilight of consciousness.

A moan escaped Yanil's lips as the heart spasmed in her grip. "Come on, cutie. Let's get that blood pumping again," she said. Her delicate fingers rhythmically compressed the thick, meaty organ, forcing it to contract and relax. Veronica's body jolted with each pulse as the witch forced blood through her veins.

Yanil dragged her fingertips across the heart's slick surface, sending tiny electric shocks into the sensitive cardiac muscle. It quivered and clenched erratically under her touch. She pressed her palm firmly against it, savoring the sensation of its strengthening beat against her skin.

"That's it, fight for me," Yanil whispered sultrily. She continued her sensual cardiac massage, squeezing and caressing, until she felt a steady pulse in its form. As the heart gained feeble rhythm, Yanil traced a finger along a bulging artery, applying pressure, making the struggling organ strain and throb against the restriction.

Despite the torturous ministrations, Veronica's stubborn heart found its natural rhythm, pumping defiantly of its own accord between Yanil's cruel compressions.

[clonemommy]

Electric Love

Summary: Rex gets electrified.

Word Count: 505

Pairing: Captain Rex x f!Reader

Auhtors Note: -

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The rain fell in heavy drops on the metallic floor while the lights of Coruscant flickered in the distance. Captain Rex removed his wet gloves, his breathing heavy. The last few hours had been chaos - a secret mission spiralling out of control.

And she was to blame.

He turned round.

There she stood, leaning against the dark wall of a deserted alleyway, her eyes fixed on him - full of sparkle and challenge.

The woman he should never have met.

He remembered exactly how it began.

The woman who pierced his heart like a blaster bolt.

A secret meeting in the shadows of Coruscant. She wasn’t an enemy, but she wasn’t an ally either. A spy, a resistance fighter, a legend among the Jedi refugees.

And she had eluded him - again and again.

But when he cornered her for the first time, when she looked up at him with a mischievous smile, he knew he was doomed.

‘You’re more persistent than I thought, Captain.’

Her voice was sweet as candy; her gaze burnt into his skin.

And when she escaped him that night, she left him with more than just empty hands.

She left him with a fire in his chest.

Rex knew it was wrong.

He was a soldier.

He was loyal to the Republic.

And she … she was a ghost, a legend - a woman who didn’t fit into his war.

Yet every encounter with her felt like lightning bolts flashed through his body.

Every touch made his mind burn.

Every kiss was a battle between reason and desire.

He remembered the night she pushed him against a wall in the middle of a ruined cantina, with enemies just metres away.

‘You overthink, Rex,’ she had whispered before her lips found his.

And in that moment - with the bloodlust of war all around them - he felt alive for the first time.

Their love was dangerous.

Unpredictable.

Impossible.

But it was real.

Every mission, every secret encounter, every whisper in the night when they were safe for a moment.

Rex had never thought of life after the war.

But with her - with her, he began to imagine it.

Until the war caught up with them.

She stood before him with bloody hands and a wound on her forehead. The city shook with the explosions of battle.

It was inevitable.

‘You know I can’t stay.’

Rex clenched his fists.

He didn’t want to hear it.

But he nodded because he knew.

Because it could never be forever.

She stepped closer, her fingers stroking the notches in his armour.

‘Don’t forget me, Captain.’

He grabbed her hand, holding it tighter than was proper.

‘As if I could.’

And then she kissed him.

One last time.

A kiss that ran through his body like an electric shock, tearing him apart, keeping him alive.

And when she disappeared into the shadows, Rex knew.

The lightning had struck him.

And his heart would never stop burning.

End ⚡🧡

[dallianceangel]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 ⚡🪰

I am literally on a writing roll 😁

🦋 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🦋

You’re at the clubhouse, trying to swat away a pesky fly with an electric swatter. Happy stands nearby, watching with a grin. Juice leans against the bar, chuckling softly.

“Careful with that,” Happy warns, barely containing his amusement. “It zapped Juice last week.”

You wave off his concern. “I’ve got this, babe.”

As you swipe at a fly, your acrylic nails accidentally touch the metal grid. A sharp shock jolts through you, making you yelp and drop the swatter on the floor.

Happy bursts out laughing, shaking his head. “See? Told ya.”

Wincing, you try to pick it up, but you’re scared it might zap you again. Happy laughs, grabbing the swatter for you. As he reaches for it, he accidentally zaps himself, letting out a surprised yelp.

“Dammit!” he mutters, shaking his hand. “That thing is lethal.”

You grin. “Yep, it sure is.”

[clawsandthunder]

💙⚡ Unleashing the RoLo Love! ⚡💙

Valentine's Day is tomorrow, but when it comes to Wolverine and Storm, love isn’t just in the air—it’s woven into the very fabric of their story. Whether they’re fighting for mutantkind’s survival or stealing a rare, quiet moment together, their connection is undeniable, electric, and utterly unforgettable.

RoLo isn’t just about romance; it’s about partnership, trust, and a love that stands the test of time. From battlefields to personal struggles, Logan and Ororo have always been there for each other—pushing, protecting, and understanding one another in ways few others can. They don’t just love; they anchor each other.

🔥 What makes them iconic? 🔥

🌩️ Ororo, the Goddess of the Elements – A goddess in every sense of the word. A leader, a protector, and a woman whose strength matches the very storms she commands. Her calm wisdom is a force all its own, yet beneath it lies a heart full of passion and devotion.

🦸 Logan, the Unbreakable Warrior – Fierce, unyielding, and carrying more scars than most could imagine. But behind the adamantium claws and gruff demeanor is a man who loves deeply, protects fiercely, and finds solace in the one woman who truly sees him.

Their love burns bright even in the darkest of times. Their most powerful moments aren’t just in battle, but in the quiet, stolen seconds—the glances, the touches, the unspoken promises. They are each other’s safe haven.

💖 This Valentine’s Day, let’s celebrate the love that defies the odds, survives the storms, and stands eternal.

✨ What are your favorite Logan and Ororo moments? Drop them in the comments! Let’s spread the RoLo love! ✨

[halfbloodwhore]

Electric Touch - Part I (Eddie x Female Reader)

"Got a feeling your electric touch Could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever."

˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗

Eddie Munson was a freak. You were continuously reminded of this fact whenever Jason spotted Eddie Munson from across the cafeteria or when you'd cross paths with him while out running errands with your mother. Both your mother and Jason would scrunch up their noses as if they smelled something rotten. Jason would proclaim that Eddie was a freak, not caring if Eddie was in ear shot or not. Your mom at least had the decency to wait until you were back home before warning you to stay away from him.

Maybe it was because he was off limits, but you'd come to think there was something more to the Munson kid, something alluring. You were in a couple classes with Eddie this year and every now and then you found yourself studying him, the voices of your teachers fading into the background.

You started to notice the way he leaned back in his seat, his ringed fingers tapping a steady beat against his desk. Eddie almost always seemed so cool and collected, but every now and then you'd catch him nervously biting the nail of his index finger while taking a test.

This was a habit, you noted, he was currently engaging in. You'd barely made it through the first three questions on the test in front of you before you found yourself wondering how Eddie was holding up. You'd glanced around until you spotted him in the row ahead of you, the tip of his index finger pressed against his lips.

You found yourself wondering in that moment what it might be like to take that finger into your own mouth. Despite yourself, your thoughts wandered further and you allowed yourself to fully take in how the plain white tee he was sporting rode up as he leaned back in his seat, exposing a sliver of his pale flesh. You imagined pushing your hands up under his shirt and exploring every inch of his torso.

"Miss. Y/L/N," Mrs. O'Donnell snapped, bringing you back to reality. "Eyes on your own paper."

A blush spread across your cheeks as you looked back down at the paper in front of you. "Sorry," you murmured, shaking your head and willing the thoughts of Eddie Munson's body out of your mind. But the damage was done and you knew it.

Your body was already aching to know what Eddie tasted like, what it would feel like to have your body pressed against his. You wanted to feel the rings that adorned the fingers of each of his hands pushing into the soft flesh of your thighs as his teeth made contact with your bare shoulder.

As you started to scribble down the answers to the remaining questions on your test, you felt a resolve building inside of you. You needed to have him, at least once.

You needed "The Freak."

Read Part II

[capnportofficial]

⚡Electrical Shock Hazard - Do Not Touch!⚡

A cute drawing I did of Technus.

It's supposed to be a pinup, the loose t-shirt kinda ruins that vibe... but, like, I was trying to figure out what clothes to put him in that were more skimpy than his regular clothes, and immediately thought of "t-shirt with Windows logo."

[jenntastic10]

Outfit 1: The Dreamy Boho Queen 🌸

• Top: Delicate white bandeau with a floral accent to keep it fresh and breezy.

• Bottom: Flowing, art-inspired skirt for that perfect mix of elegance and whimsy.

• Accessories: Gold accents and a shimmering clutch to elevate the entire look.

• Shoes: Comfy, chic platform sandals to keep you dancing all night long.

Outfit 2: Edgy & Electric ⚡

• Top: Vibrant Van Gogh-inspired long sleeve with a bold green cinched dress overlay.

• Bottom: The electric green skirt adds a punch of color and style.

• Accessories: Statement gold cuffs and a sleek clutch to tie it all together.

• Shoes: Strappy blue heels to keep the energy high.

Outfit 3: Golden Goddess 🌟

• Top: Daring gold chain halter top that’s as bold as it gets.

• Bottom: High-waisted, relaxed-fit trousers in a muted tone to balance the look.

• Accessories: A colorful snakeskin clutch and oversized red-tinted sunglasses to keep it cool.

• Shoes: Golden heels to match the top and complete this striking ensemble.

Outfit 4: Butterfly Chic 🦋

• Top: Eye-catching butterfly bralette that adds a pop of color and fun.

• Bottom: A soft pink sequin skirt that hugs your curves in all the right places.

• Accessories: Golden waist chain and a unique gold clutch for that extra flair.

• Shoes: Gold sandals that tie the look together with a touch of shimmer.

Which fit are you rocking for your next concert?

Drop your thoughts in the comments and let’s see who’s ready to slay the concert fashion game! Don’t forget to save this post for all your future concert outfit inspo! 🎶

#ConcertFashion #Jhene Aiko Inspo #FashionInspo #OutfitIdeas #StyleGuide #ConcertReady

[scoldingdarjeeling]

OC Deep Dive - Tempest 🌬️⚡

An unfinished concept sketch of Tempest, the Storm Sorcerer / Warlock.

Tagged by the awesome @optimisticgrey, I need to practice; this provides the perfect opportunity!

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Tempest's powers are chaotic and volatile. She fears the wild magic within her — that she will lose control and hurt innocents and loved ones. There's a spirit lying dormant in her heart, and once it awakens from its slumber, it will devour her, take control, and unleash a natural disaster, sundering the skies and flooding the earth. She must stop it at all costs, and it might very well cost her life.

What are three items you can find in their bedroom?

Her tuning gloves. A canvas with an unfinished painting depicting Argentil. And a circle of pink, purified mineral salt.

What do they notice first in person?

Tempest is attuned with the Weave and people's minuscule electrical charges (it's like an aura). She has an inbuilt lie detector ability by touch. She can tell if a person is affected by the Weave, the Shadow Weave, or carrying the Sulphuric Aspects of the Nine Hells.

On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Tempest suffers the aftereffects of a cataclysmic lightning strike from her childhood, manifesting as nerve damage, most felt in her fingers. It affects her sense of touch, leaving her desensitized to low temperatures. On the bright side, she can handle the pain of back tattoos. So, that would be a 7/10.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

She has stepped away from her duties as the heiress and daughter of a prominent patriar house of influence in Baldur’s Gate. Excommunicated from her parents, her aunts and uncles, and beyond, the only thing left to her is her family name: Valourheart, and her unbreakable bond with her older brother, Damien. Tempest considers him closer and more important to her than their own parents.

Do they go into fight or flight when under pressure?

Oh, definitely fight mode. Tempest is a Warlock, and it's her job to slay monsters wherever they're found.

What is a smell they dislike?

The smell of sulphur. Death and decay. She can't even set foot inside the morgue without getting violently sick to her stomach and about to pass out (think Marcus Burnett).

Have they broken any bones?

See... The neat thing about wielding electricity for magic is that you're basically a walking taser. It's not often someone manages to get their hands on her or land a hit, for that matter. But sure, it happens.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

In combat: intimidating with panache. — “Think you can take me? Think again!” — “Get ‘em! Kick some ass!”

Outside of combat: tactful and charming. — “My suggestion? Don’t call lightning indoors. Yeah, can confirm — bad idea.” —“Zevlora! Where you at? Watcha' been up to? Come here! My shiny brother in arms, gimme a squeeze!”

Boom, surprise birthday party, how do they react to surprise? With pure joy. Tempest loves a gathering with friends over a flagon of beer, good food, and live music. She's usually the one responsible for planning surprise parties for others — the born hostess. Initiating games. It's nice to be pampered every once in a while — to hang one's cape and put one's feet up, and enjoy the moment.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Neat.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Cotton.

What kind of accent do they have?

A mix of Baldurian accent and Cormyrean.

No pressure, just vibes 💖 for: @thoughts-of-bear, @wickedadaar, @rambling-tam, @hippotooth

[mythology-void]

posting my thunder saga thoughts that I scribbled down while I was listening fair warning they're unhinged and make zero sense

SUFFERING x DIFFERENT BEAST (I couldn't tell when the first one ended)

intro very synthy

Penelope?

PARDON??

jump in the water??

Sirens?? perchance

Daughter?? WHAT IS THIS

ok wtf is going on

Oh noooo 🙄

Scylla..... eeeeEEEe

Suffering is a poor name for this song

OH WHAT THIS SHIT

Let's cut the charade is fucking crazy

WE ARE THE MEN MADE MONSTERS JS FUCKING CRAZY

12 years.. guess we're sticking with this one

clever little bastards aren't ye

spare us 😔

Cut off their tails DAMN throw them in the water DAMN GODDAMN BRO CHILL JESUS FUCK

Kill them all feels unnecessary

the screaming hurts my soul a bit

ok beat drop

SCYLLA

voice reveal

"Not much to say" hahaha

EURYLLEKCOUS YOU FUCKING WHAT

nah bro

Scylla is whispering all deviously and it's concerning

"Light six torches"

HELLO THE RUNS?? HER VOICE IM GONNA KMS

holy FUCK HER VOICE

DUDE

NO WAY JTS A DUET THE HARMONIES IM SHAKING

AHAHAHAHA THE STRINGS MY BELOVED

MUTINY

HSHEJAHABAKNSJEK

the way he spat "Captain"

DUDE THE VOCALS I CANNOT

TF YOU MEAN FORCED YOUR HAND

LOWER YOUR WEAPON

TF DO YOU MEAN ITS NOT STILL GOING

WAIT WHAT HAPPENED

wait what happened with the fight

Don't touch them pls

NOT THE CALLBACK TO LRO

"ODY" IM GONNA CRY

The home of the sun godddddd 😔😔😔

WHO DO YOU THINK HE'LL SEND im deceased please take me home I'm having heart palpitations

"Please don't dooo thisssss" AAAAAAAAAA

"I need to get hooooomeeeee" IM GONNA FUCKIN CRY

"I'm just a man" SHUT. THE FUCK. UP

the "eurylochus NO-" had me on my knees shaking wtfffff

IM GOING TO DIE

I CAN'T EVEN SPEAK oh god here it comes

THUNDER BRINGER

TH THUNDER KM GONNA DBKSNAK

HOOOOOOO WEEEEE BABY HERE WE GO

THE ELECTRIC GUITAR 🎸🎸🎸

GSJBSJABSKSBSKDHRBD

THUNDER BRINGER HEREE TO WRINGGG YOUR EARS ⛈️⚡

IT JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE

LUKE HOLT MY HUSBAND

HIS VOICE OH MY FUCKING GOD

WHY DO I THINK THEY'D LOSE

ITS SO SCARY BUT SUCH A FUCKIN VIBE

"But we'll die."

"I know." IM GOING TO CRY

the fake scenarios in my head rn are going CRAZY

why are the ending vocals so serene do you realize what just happened