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[grrrdino]

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ㅤㅤlost & found.

fem!reader x seattle!ellie williams

summary: the days are exhausting in the middle of seattle when an unsafe and monstrous storm breaks into the city. but maybe the real danger is what's happening between you and ellie, inevitable.

warnings: angst situation, top!ellie, sub!reader but a lil of a switch. plot before porn, outbreak tlou oneshot, dirty talk, cursing. oral sex ellie! receiving. fingering r! receiving. kinda mean ellie. MDNI.

wc; 2.6k

you had been like this for days, seattle was for that instance a floating place. and not even all the notes on the map that ellie found when she entered the city could help you find your way.

you couldn't even feel your feet anymore, the soles of your shoes remained wet most of the day, and you couldn't make the risk to take them off at night in case you had to flee due to any threat.

and ellie? she was just a shell now. in the first few days, she tried to give you half-smiles, her hand resting on the small of your back to help you climb windows, heights, even to ride shimmer. at night, her hand would brush against yours, holding it warmly, or in an attempt to. she tried.

but a week had passed, and she'd lost her patience and sanity, and you didn't try to be a burden. really. you just agreed to every plan she came up with, no matter how risky. there were days when neither of you would stop, not even to eat something. and when you tried to take her hand to keep her grounded, she just gave you a cold look she could no longer hide.

there were no more small talk to lighten the mood; not when you both lost shimmer because of the WLF soldiers, not when ellie transformed and murdered anyone in sight because of it.

she hadn't eaten or slept in days, the only thing that motivated her was her pain. and you could see that every step you took was another brick placed toward her own destruction. it was there.

on the seventh day, what had been boiling over during that week exploded among you. uncontrollable.

"you were supposed to— hell, keep the radio with you, that was the plan."

ellie said in an annoyed tone, you two hiding on the second floor of a ruined hotel building, but it was the best you could do. the rain outside unstoppable and her voice was desperate. you found a radio where ellie had spent the last few days monitoring the WLF's movements. you had to take care of it. you knew it. but it got ruined with water when you left last time in search of food, and ellie couldn't keep it together.

"i know, ellie..." you said, your voice pausing, cracking. you felt guilty; you knew ellie was consumed by her motivations. but you still needed to defend what happened.

"it was careless, i know. i had it in my backpack. i don't know when the water got in. i thought everything was dry..."

however, ellie interrupted you, her eyes wide open, even her irises looking somewhat darkened in the daylight. her jacket was soaked, as was her hair, her hands on her hips, impatient. angry.

"we've been here for seven fucking days, and that shitty radio was the only thing keeping us going." she insinuated, looking at you as if demanding another justification from you.

but to say you were fed up was an understatement; a very small one. you hadn't slept in two days, the cold seeping into your bones in the early mornings, and the hunger in your stomach lingering unwilling to leave. your skin was burning. and yet, all of that together didn't compare to the pain caused by the way ellie looked at you these days, she was empty.

"we have absolutely nothing. we didn't have anything with that radio, and we never did. we're just going around in circles, out of ammo, exhausted, and the city is sinking every damn day we're here." you blurted out helplessly.

but ellie stood still, her expression shadowed beyond recognition, her lips set so hard and her jaw so tight it looked dislocated.

"i think it's best if you return to jackson," she said in a crude whisper.

something in your chest burned, something in this conversation was starting to spiral downwards.

"excuse me?" you said, your hands on your hips now. in disbelief.

"it's clear we're not understanding each other, and i think—i don't know if i'm ready to fix this right now."

ellie said, her voice low, as if every word that came out of her mouth physically hurt. her hands fell to her sides, and you... you wanted to collapse right there.

you wanted to stay, you wanted to hold her and cry for hours; you didn't know what was happening either, but it didn't matter. you just wanted to be with her, even like that.

"then so be it." you whispered, your eyes crystallizing. your words were different from what you thought you'd do but didn't.

you didn't know when your legs carried you to the hotel lobby. your hands grabbed your soaked backpack, putting inside your things thrown on the floor. they were a misery by now. ellie didn't even move; she seemed like a different person, although her eyes betrayed her; the actions seemed to keep her firmly on track.

both of you were so absorbed in the situation that neither noticed the considerable amount of water seeping into the floor, more than usual. but everything went off the rails when, once you were ready to leave, you went down to the first floor and opened the main gate, water began to flow like a river into the building.

you tried to stay calm for a few seconds, the water reached above your ankles and was pouring inside without remedy, your head poked out to see more, the level of the asphalt was broken on the streets.

but then you saw it; everything was flooded or in the process of it, the water seemed to be claiming the city without mercy. your heart started to pound, your feet took steps back, and your first instinct was to close the main gate again, but it was too late.

you didn't know, you didn't see it, you could only hear when ellie shouted something behind you that you didn't recognize, a wave caused by the air and the ferocity of the water hit you, making you fall.

"hold on, hey... you're okay."

ellie said shouting. almost running to your side. the sound of the water was enormous, the lightning on the sky seemed furious. and yeah, you were fine, so was she. even so, her hands went to your face, desperately checking that you weren't hurt.

you got up from the floor, disoriented, the water reaching your thighs. "ellie, the map..." you gasped. all your belongings were lost, swimming, and completely useless now.

but ellie didn't seem to hear. her right hand took your arm, then gently pushed you forward. she stood behind you, both of you heading for the building's emergency stairs. "we have to go up, c'mon!" she said, her voice tinged with anguish.

your body moved automatically. the two of you started walking quickly up the building's stairs. there were broken pieces of the wall along the way, and the railing was rusty and old. ellie followed behind you, her hand once again placing itself on your lower back when she saw that you were starting to have trouble climbing. "shit. don't stop—i'm right here..." she shouted at you.

it was the tenth floor. you stopped to catch your breath. you were having a nervous breakdown. and the water was up to your neck. it was monstrous.

there were ten more floors to go.

"i can't... i just can't, it's burning." you blurted out, feeling completely vulnerable, the water reaching both of your chins.

ellie was desperate. you coughed, and the water started to go down your throat. "please look at me, baby— i won't let you go. i promise." she shouted again, taking your face in her hands once more. "we're okay, just breathe..."

you both reached the twentieth floor, your throats burning from the salt water on them, soaked and panting. literally crawling toward the top floor. and you looked to the stairs, praying. the water was rising, and rising, and...

"it stopped." you said with a sore voice, the water was there, although it had also reached the floor, it was stopping flooding.

ellie gasped, running a hand through her soaked hair, reaching for you. the last thing you remembered was the two of you lying there on the floor. cold. so cold.

hours later, the first thing you start to feel is the sun hitting your face, filtering through a broken window in the floor you were in. it wasn't a kind of heat that filled with warmth; it barely gave any light. your hair felt dry, stiff from the water, your skin tight, and your eyes burned. it was only when you opened them that you found ellie.

she was right there, waking up too.

you looked into each other's eyes.

in those moments you re-discovered that the way the sun hit the side of ellie's face softened it again. her eyes... green and crystalline. it was like crumbling a precious stone. you could even glimpse her freckles again between the black eye she had from the violent days that passed.

you approached her tentatively, your hand fragilely placed on her shoulder. but you didn't need to do much. ellie's eyes were full of vulnerability.

"forgive me," she whispered, and you had no words. and there wasn't even a response to it. it was a fact that you forgave her, you adored her.

"please..." ellie added, and it was enough for her to close the distance, her hand on your jaw, her rough lips crashing against yours.

at first, the kiss began as something you could do what words couldn't in the moment, but something changed in the air. fast. it was like flipping a switch, like breathing. it was memory.

ellie's kisses deepened on your lips, still both of you lying on the floor; but once you were the one who separated first—you gave her that look—and in a jiffy she was unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, her hands even trembling, she seemed desperate.

you and ellie had days there where you didn't even hold hands; this was like a burning need of your feelings to the surface, and you quickly acted like her, helping to pull down her denim and panties at the height of her thighs.

there was no foreplay. your breath brushed against ellie's bare pussy as she struggled to wriggle free, and your heart skipped a beat when you heard a high-pitched moan escape her throat as you licked across her clit.

"fuck, fu— yeah..." she rasped, her hand in your hair, guiding you.

you devoured her, sucking her needy clit between your lips, your tongue running down the length of her slit, exploring her completely, burying your nose inside her, even just the tip. her abdomen rose and fell, and she moaned, unable to keep her voice quiet.

you weren't even careful, your mouth was everywhere; wetness on your chin, but you were guided by the uncontrollable moans coming from ellie's throat. it was so pure.

"shit. i'm so close, just suck it..."

she lost it. a deep, guttural moan rasped from her throat, throwing back her head as she recovered from the high. because once she regained consciousness, without another word, she launched at your lips again, pulling up her jeans and panties again, now positioning on top of you.

your back was now against the concrete floor and an old, dirty carpet. ellie kissed your lips like it was the only thing she knew how to do. her tongue explored yours even more.

it was chaotic, neither of you wanted anything slow; you seemed hungry by the way you were taking it out on each other.

so there were no words when you unbuttoned your tight jeans, pulling them down with your panties just like she had a few minutes ago. ellie's hand went straight between your legs.

"it's been a long time since i've been inside you, huh..." ellie blurted out suddenly, without hesitation, without shame. she couldn't be ashamed, not anymore. not after last night.

you opened your legs without thinking about it, taking off your jeans completely and throwing them somewhere. and again, there was no patience. ellie brought her middle and ring fingers to her mouth, wetting them. her eyebrows were furrowed as if she were so focused and needy.

"spread wider f' me..." she whispered, and you complied, not even thinking rationally. you didn't even care about the situation anymore except for ellie's bright eyes watching you, making love to you.

ellie's previously wet middle finger slid all the way down your slit, the air escaping your lungs, your legs shaking. but there was no preparation, and ellie looked impatient.

you felt it, the tip of her finger entering you, you moaned—it was a tightness you enjoyed. "this okay?" ellie whispered into your lips, measured. "keep going..." you replied.

you opened your legs completely, only able to look into her eyes as her finger entered you deeply. she glowed, looking dazzled like the first time. you gasped, clinging to her sweatshirt, the back of her neck... anchoring yourself wherever you could.

you didn't say anything, but your lips caught hers in an attempt at a kiss that was more tongue and teeth than anything substantial. and that was ellie's signal, inserting the two fingers she'd previously dipped in her mouth inside you.

"yeah— knuckles deep, babe. you're swallowing m... me."

there was charm in her words, the way she stuttered, as if she couldn't believe the sight; the feeling of being inside you.

you moaned into her lips, and she began to thrust her fingers in and out of you, the palm of her hand slamming against your cunt over and over again.

"my god— ellie..."

ellie moved her fingers quickly, curling them inside you on purpose, your swollen clit being rubbed by her palm in the process.

"i know, i know. i got you, my girl. take it."

ellie said, her lips on yours, watching every reaction on your face. and you were whining, moaning, clinging to her. she took the opportunity to steal kisses, her tongue on your bottom lip. she was a complete mess.

the moment was in crescendo, her fingers were no longer even in and out; only the tips of them hit your sweetest spot again and again. she knew it well, knew she was caressing it when your toes curled and your back arched, when your face contorted, you were seeing clouds. her hand remained, wetness running down her wrist.

"make a mess on my fingers. i'm so fucking lucky— look at you." she hissed. feeling herself worked up by the sight.

and finally, you hit it, letting out a high-pitched moan, you said her name like a prayer and your eyes glazed over, you didn't even feel your legs well by the time her fingers left your being. her hand slid up your abdomen, caressing your sternum. your wetness shining in her hand.

the silence stretched between you both; but it wasn't awkward; it was like a process of letting the things that had happened settle. your hand reached for hers, and your lips placed a kiss on her shoulder. "i want to go home..." you whispered, trying to be real.

ellie remained silent, her eyes on the old, damp ceiling. she seemed to remain static, thoughtful, out of breath. her thumb caressed the back of your hand. and the silence stretched for half a minute longer, until her eyes met yours. "i'm never leaving your side, ever." she whispered.

it was a promise between the two, because later that day, you and ellie started the way to leave the city. fast. hopeful.

you prayed this time it would be for good.

(i really loved writing this baby. all the way. send me any req cause i'm willing to comply. 🫶 btw i appreciate your comments sm it's like feedback 2 me. thanks for reading!!!!!!!)

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[sajakissed]

saja boys x gn!manager!reader (sfw)

tags: sfw, fluff, slight tension, pre-relationship

sfw version of anon's request. read the poly nsfw version here

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🎐 Mystery

Mystery is the first one there when you arrive with the coffee tray. He’s dressed in his usual training clothes, lazily stretching while watching himself in the mirror.

He turns his head slightly. “You’re early.”

“So are you,” you say. “Rehearsal’s not for another thirty minutes.”

He walks over anyway. Stands just a little too close as he reaches for his americano — his fingers deliberately brushing yours.

“You always bring mine black.”

“You always drink it black.”

He studies you for a beat, bangs covering the way his eyes trail your features like he's memorizing them. “That’s not in the manager handbook.”

You raise an eyebrow. “No, but you get real cranky when someone puts sugar in it.”

“And you care?”

“I have to.”

“Hm.” He takes a long sip, eyes never leaving yours. “You always remember the little things…even when you're tired.”

You pause.

“guess… I like that about you,” he adds, so quiet you almost don't catch it.

Your heart gives a traitorous little thump.

He steps back before you can say more, turning to face the mirror again. “Drink your coffee before it gets cold.”

You stand there for a long moment, clutching your cup, trying to remember how to breathe.

🌷 Romance

You’re pacing outside the dressing room, trying to fix a miscommunication with event organizers over some last-minute changes. You are in the middle of an argument when Romance steps out, freshly styled, shining in his stage outfit.

He pauses, watching you with a little frown. From how loud the other person is on the phone, Romance hears them berating you for being “unprofessional”. Without warning, he pulls your phone from your hand and presses it to his ear.

“Yoboseyo. This is Romance. Of the Saja Boys. Please don’t talk to our manager like that. She’s actually busy right now taking care of us. I’m sure this can wait till tomorrow, right darling?”

You gape at him, mouthing what are you doing?! But just like that, Romance’s charms worked and the person on the other end actually agrees.

Romance hangs up, then turns to you with a smug smile. “You need to breathe, sweetheart.”

“You can't just—”

“I can,” he says, grin softening. “And I will. Every time you forget how much you do for us.”

You’re trying not to melt. You really are. But he tilts your chin up and adds, “You look too good when you’re mad, though. Kinda unfair.”

Your heart’s racing by the time he walks back into the room, humming like nothing happened.

🍿 Abby

“Abby, I said I’ve got it.” You struggle to carry a box of merch over to the setup table. You’re short-staffed today, and you being the perfectionist that you are, decided to help with staff work. Abby’s large hand effortlessly takes the box from you.

“You don’t,” he says simply, balancing it against one shoulder like it weighs nothing. “You didn’t even bend your knees.”

You huff. “You’re not supposed to be heavy lifting five minutes before fans see you.”

“Then stop doing everything alone.”

His voice is low and quiet, almost scolding. You glance up and catch him watching you with something too soft, too serious for how casual his tone is.

“You didn’t even sleep last night,” he adds, eyes flicking to the dark circles under your eyes. “Do you think I don’t notice?”

“I’m fine. You’ve got a show to think about.”

He leans down. “And yet you’re the one in my head.”

You feel like you’re going to combust. “Abby—!”

“Let’s finish this. Don't wanna keep the fans waiting.” He walked ahead, leaving you breathless and flustered.

🎶 Jinu

You are fussing with his mic again.

“Jinu, stop moving.”

He flinches as your fingers brushed the curve of his jaw, but didn’t say a word.

You are all focus, all business, completely unaware of the fact that you have been the softest presence in his life these days. Always remembering how he likes his tea, always patting his shoulder when he looked too far away in his own thoughts, always telling him “You did well” like it wasn’t a line on a checklist.

“I’m not moving,” he mumbles, barely above a whisper.

You pull back, brows knitting. “You’re trembling, Jinu. Are you cold?”

He clears his throat. “…No.”

You stare at him a second too long. Long enough that he couldn’t breathe right. Long enough that he felt a terrifyingly strong urge to lean forward and confess something he isn't supposed to.

You reach for his collar, smoothing it gently. “You’ve got this, okay?” And just like always, you smiled at him like he matters so much to you.

He bit the inside of his cheek. “You’re always looking out for me.”

You give him a warm smile that makes his stomach do flips. “Of course I am.”

That’s why it’s you, he thought. That’s why it’ll always be you.

🌀 Baby

The moment your clipboard slips from your hands and your ankle twists on the step, Baby is there. One arm catching your waist, the other holding your elbow, like he was already watching you before it even happened.

“You got two left feet or what?” he snorts. “You’re supposed to keep us alive, remember?”

You swat at him. “It was one step.”

“And I saved your clumsy ass. You’re welcome.”

He doesn’t let go right away. His fingers sliding down to your wrist long after you've steadied yourself. His grip is careful. Almost tender.

Then he leans down, voice suddenly lower. “Next time you fall, just fall into me. Less paperwork that way.”

"Wha—?"

He lets go and walks back to his spot without looking at you. Later, he drops a banana milk into your lap during break and says gruffly, “Eat. You get shaky when you skip lunch.”

You don’t remember ever telling him that.

[kit-kat-katie]

a royal flush

a/n: switch update for date everything just released, so hopefully I'll be able actually finish the game before I open another Google doc (yeah no that won't happen KXNXNX) yeah I wrote another 14.5k words for these two in like 5 days LEAVE ME ALONEEEE

relationship: eddie x volt x gender-neutral! reader (established romantic relationship)

cw: hurt/comfort that nosedives into SMUT - you have been warned. Threesome - M/M/GN! Reader with a vagina (words like hole, clit, cunt, entrance, and sex are used), soft dom! eddie / switch! volt / sub! reader (but I headcannon them all as switches don't worry), reader suffers from body dysmorphia, overthinking, general anxiety, and a bad experience with a previous lover, vague spoilers for their romance route, words like beautiful/handsome are used to describe the reader but they're gender-neutral in my heart, vivid sexual fantasies because reader is high-key a FREAK, foreplay but they play cards instead of touching, reader receives oral multiple times, overstimulation, fingering, LOTS of body worship, marking/creating hickeys, tiny bit of electroplay, table sex (sorry abel), sex in the bar (sorry fans of the "no sex in the bar" rule), implied! m! masturbation, implied cumming in pants, feral munch! eddie my beloved <333

summary: one bad thought leads to another with you, but you've never shared your negative thoughts with eddie & volt until now. they have a... creative way to help you feel more comfortable with your body. 14.5k words - [ao3 link!]

“You are such a fucking CHEATER!”

Normally, Parker's loud voice would be drowned out by a crooning shower or a loud French rapper, but Keyes’ soft piano playing does little to hide his voice.

An accusatory finger lands on Chance's chest as you take in the surrounding tables of the Breaker Box.

Everyone's staring at us.

Your arms are crossed on the table, and you choose to bury your head in them in order to hide your embarrassment.

“We played according to your rules, Parker. You know I didn't cheat.” Chance defends himself, but Parker is having none of it.

“I'm board games, motherfucker, I KNOW when you cheat!”

“But I didn't cheat. …Maybe you're just bad at the game?”

Chance's suggestion does little to quell Parker's fury.

“You think I, the personification of board games, would lose at a card game?” He scoffs at the thought. “Isn't that ridiculous?” 

Parker shakes your shoulder, trying to get an answer out of you, but you won't budge.

“Don't drag them into this-”

“-because they'll back me up?” Parker's grip on you tightens, and you're worried that he might accidentally slam your head into the table if he keeps shaking you.

Hair rises on the back of your neck as you hear footsteps approach your table. You don't need to look up to know who is standing right behind you.

The two men at your table immediately shut up at the presence of someone new, and Parker lets go of your arm.

“Is something the matter?” You can picture the smile that doesn't quite stretch to Volt's lips.

Chance and Parker start talking over one another.

“Sorry, he didn't mean to-”

“-Chance was calling my bluff-”

“-we'll be going now.” Chance cuts Parker offer, and you lift your head just enough so your eyes can see them. 

“What an excellent idea.” Volt agrees before letting his hands rest on your shoulders.

You lock eyes with Chance and offer him a small nod before he grabs Parker's shirt and drags him out of the Breaker Box. Parker protests as he's drug along, but his voice is slowly drowned out by Keyes’ playing.

The soft piano is a welcome respite to your friends’ high energy and quirky mannerisms. Volt’s touch is warm and inviting, and you’re tempted to fall asleep as you nuzzle your head into your own arms.

“I never imagined that I would be getting a noise complaint from your table, live wire,” Volt’s voice drops in volume as he leans in close to you, “especially during working hours.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You lift your head up so Volt can hear you.

“So you’ve decided to come out of hiding, my sweet spark. How adorable,” Volt sweetly coos at you, which causes a hot flash of warmth to spread across your cheeks, “but I think that’s a topic best discussed when we’re alone.”

“Oh!” Your face grows even hotter once you realize he’s talking about the noises you make in bed. “Volt-”

An uncomfortable whine leaves your mouth before you try to hide your warm face in the safety and comfort of your arms. Volt’s hand moves quicker than you do, and he places his hand on your forehead to prevent you from retreating into yourself.

“Do not hide yourself from me,” His voice is stern for a moment before he relaxes, “I want to see the effect I have on you.”

Why would you ever want to see me?

“I’m not something to be admired, you know.” You try to use your hand to hide what you’ve said, but the important parts reach his ears.

Specifically, the part that tells him that you don’t admire your body in the same way that he does.

You swear the lights flicker for a moment as Volt gently grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“Live wire, why would you ever say something like that about yourself?” The charismatic host completely fades away as a concerned lover looks at you now. “You are worthy of admiration and worship. Spark, I… do you understand the effect you have on us?”

“No.” Your voice threatens to break as the honest-to-God truth comes out.

Volt looks heartbroken, a complete shell of his usual self, as his hands move back to your shoulders. His hands work magic on your shoulders as you feel the tension slip away.

You feel horrifically bad as you quietly reflect on your conversation with Volt. How could you let your own insecurities affect him, especially after you had hid them for such a long time?

I need to apologize.

A simple “I’m sorry” would suffice, but the self-sabotage just comes too naturally to you. 

“I’m sorry for disappointing you.” 

The words fly out of your mouth - cold, harsh, and unforgiving - before you can stop yourself.

“Enough,” You can practically taste the electricity in the air as Volt talks, “You won’t speak to yourself that way. Not with us here.”

You know you’ve upset him further, which only increases the pool of guilt that settles in your stomach. You can’t decide if you want to throw up, run away, or curl up into his arms until the world melts away.

The air suddenly feels thick as you struggle to swallow your own spit.

Was it always this hot in here?

Despite your own cruelty - a refusal to simply acknowledge yourself as a being worthy of the admiration of your lovers - Volt still treats you kindly. He begins to place small kisses on your scalp, and they gently fall down your shoulders, where his hands work to comfort and love you as best as he can.

“I don’t-”

Deserve you, is what you want to say, but Volt cuts you off.

“Not another word, unless it’s something nice about yourself, little wire.” A lingering kiss is pressed to the shell of your ear, which makes you shudder. “If you won’t see yourself as I do, then I’ll make you see it.”

It’s somewhere between a promise and a threat, and your body appropriately responds by melting into his touch. Volt’s eyes linger on the deck of cards in the middle of the table as a wicked smile spreads across his face.

You have no time to question him as Keyes finishes her performance. The tables around you burst you into applause, and you politely clap along as you try to study your lover’s expression. His eyes meet yours for a second, and a twinkle of mischief and adoration settles in his eyes before he looks back at the stage.

Oh, you were so fucked.

The host persona settles right back on Volt's shoulders, and it's to your surprise when he goes on stage and thanks the crowd for coming before saying his goodbyes.

Wasn't there supposed to be an open mic after Keyes’ set?

Confusion rests on your face, but Volt pays you no mind as he mixes and mingles with the different objects as they leave the Breaker Box. 

You think about getting up and sneaking away, but you get the distinct feeling that you're better off staying put and behaving.

Besides, Volt would tell Eddie what you said, and the two of them would have a whole day to think about how to press you on the issue.

It's better to get it over with now.

So you grab the deck of cards from the middle of the deck, and they feel natural in your hands as you sort through them. You didn't have the most graceful shuffling, but it was serviceable and got the job done.

The bar is eerily quiet by the time the last few guests leave. You normally would expect Eddie or Volt to approach with an invite for drinks or to ask for a bit of help with maintenance. This time, there's nothing but the small undercurrent of electricity that buzzes in your ear.

You glance over to see Eddie and Volt talking at one of the bartending stations. They're deep in discussion, completely oblivious of your scrutinizing gaze.

A different sort of fear strikes your heart as you look away from them - what if they hate you over this?

Volt seemed so upset with what you said, but what if he was mad at you?

Of course he was mad at you. Have you met yourself?

Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling - your mind finds any negative thought and picks, picks, picks until you find an insecurity or create a new one. Every flaw pushed to the front of your mind, completely visible and raw to you and you alone.

Maybe if you're the most ideal version of yourself, you can avoid their wrath. 

You're taking up too much space with your bad posture, so you readjust it. Your stomach sticks out too far for your liking, so you suck it in. Your arms seem so big, and so they fall to your side.

You feel like you're grasping at straws - will any of this make a difference if they've already made up their mind before they walk over? - as your mind tries to cling to a rational thought.

It's fine, you're fine, it'll all be fine. Just let them come over and comfort you.

But what if it's not? - You've gone over the edge again.

The cards feel slippery in your hand, just like the slippery slope in your mind, but you manage to keep a grip on them. It's something to ground you to the world. Not enough to ground your thoughts, but enough to keep you here. 

You're in the Breaker Box, and Eddie and Volt are nearby.

And that has to be enough, for now.

A hand on your shoulder - it's the only thing that causes the runaway train in your mind to come to a screeching halt.

“Live wire?”

Eddie's voice is a bit haggard, but it's lined with that special softness that is only reserved for you and Volt.

“Hey.” 

It's a drier greeting than your usual warm smile or the occasional playful tease before you lean in for a kiss. It wouldn't matter if Volt told on you or not - you pretty much put a giant flashing sign above your head that said HEY THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!!

But Eddie doesn't pry - not in the way that Volt does with words - instead, he sets a drink on the table for you to enjoy. 

It's a whiskey sour, which is your favorite drink to order at the Breaker Box. Not because it's your favorite; rather, it feels like a warm, comforting hug because it reminds you of your lovers.

You tentatively reach out for the drink - a soft comfort that your mind desperately needs - but Eddie pushes the drink right out of your grasp.

“Volt's worried about you.” Is all he says as your eyebrows furrow.

“I know,” You murmur under your breath, “it's my fault. I said something that upset him.”

“What did you say?”

It's a natural question to ask, a good inquiry after your previous statement, but you still didn't want to answer him. 

Is it because the truth is too ugly to bear? You have a gaping, festering wound that's been inside of you for years, and it never seems to heal over because you keep picking at it like it's your favorite bad habit to indulge in.

You're spiraling again.

Those thoughts come racing back to you all at once - a convoluted spiderweb of anxiety that you can't detangle a single coherent message from.

It consumes you again, and the buzz of the bar disappears as you're pulled back into the darkest trenches of your mind.

You don't linger there for long as someone grabs your hand. It's at this moment that you realize that you're still holding the deck of cards, bending and twisting them just as your thoughts bend and twist you.

“Hey.” Eddie sounds a bit more assertive than usual, but you're too mentally removed to jump or react.

His grip on your hand loosens as his fingers dare to dance over your wrist. The deck of cards easily slips into his hands as you just let go.

Discomfort rests on your face as you slowly tilt your chin upwards to look at Eddie. You expect pity, fear, or even anger on his face, but none of those emotions are there.

Worry rests on his features, just as you assumed, but there's something soft and tender in his gaze as he studies you. It translates into his touch as his fingers gently interlock with yours. Every touch is cautious and slow, as if you'll break at the slightest miscalculation or misplaced bit of affection.

The cards lay on the table, completely forgotten, as Eddie lets his free hand rest on the polished wood.

No pushing. No pulling. There's just space for you to think and to eventually talk, when you feel ready.

The words don't come easy, and they even threaten to not come at all. You manage to say something, even after your eyes look downwards to break the intense eye contact.

“I just…” You pause, trying to collect your thoughts.

How could you possibly begin to describe the mess that floats around in your head? The endless chatter that always ends up souring your opinion of yourself?

“I don't like myself very much,” You wince as the harsh, unfamiliar words fall from your lips, “Not that I think I'm a bad person or anything! I just don't like my body… or the way that I look.”

You can't bear to look at Eddie, but you can feel his eyes judging your every move.

If it was possible, you'd snap your fingers so the ground would swallow you whole. Your legs feel glued to the seat beneath you, so running away feels like a far gone option. There's only you, Eddie, and the uncomfortable weight of the things you've just said.

I just don't like my body… or the way that I look.

You almost feel a burden lift off of your shoulders as you turn the words over in your mind. It felt good to name and shame the thing you've been dealing with for so long. 

“Don't like yourself?” Eddie softly repeats your words back to you, “How could you possibly not like-”

He cuts himself, and you're sure that there's a bright red flush on his face.

“I've been asking myself the same question, Eddie.” 

Volt makes his presence known by a warm kiss to your cheek. His fingers dance over some exposed skin on your neck, but he doesn't quite touch you yet.

“Is that what you were worried about?” Eddie asks.

“And you aren't worried?”

“For fuck's sake, Volt, of course I'm worried.” The stress is evident in Eddie's voice. “Why couldn't you just tell me?”

They were definitely mad at you.

You feel a bit of bile rise in your throat, but you manage to force it back down with tears in your eyes. They've both seen you cry before, after a long day of fixing other objects’ problems, but the stormy weather that's threatening to break through will be more than a few tears.

Wouldn't it be nice to just let go, to be safe around someone else instead of crying into your pillow whenever you feel bad about yourself? 

The rational part of your brain tries to bring you comfort, but every other part of your brain screams at you for such a ludicrous idea. 

Let go? You can't possibly let go. You've never let go, even in your most intimate moments. You turn the lights off during sex, shield your body from them as much as you can, beg them to let you clean yourself up, and then hide every bit of skin that makes you want to vomit.

You're disgusting. Who would ever want you?

Volt breaks through the bubble of self-hatred that you've wrapped yourself in.

“Because you needed to hear it directly from our live wire, and they needed to say it.” 

The salty taste of a tear brings you fully into the moment - you're crying, and they're going to figure out that you're crying and then they're going to judge you for it.

Your free hand, as subtly as possible, slides over your mouth as you try to hide the sniffles and cries that come from your mouth. Your gaze stays fixed on the floor, unwilling to acknowledge what's happening around you.

It doesn't work - it never does, you should know this by now. 

One of Volt's fingers comes to rest right under your chin, and you're sure he can hear your heartbeat as he gently guides your head upwards.

You don't fight him. You're tired of fighting this mess of thoughts in your head. So you let your hand fall to your side, allowing a small sniffle to break through the silence.

“Oh, spark.” Volt's voice nearly breaks as your eyes finally meet his.

You're forced onto your feet within seconds, and Eddie's hand leaves yours. His arms wrap around you, and you're pulled into a warm back hug that makes you instantly melt.

You try to pull back the tears, but they keep coming. The most you can do is bite your tongue to prevent the sobs from escaping you.

“I'm sorry.” Is all you can choke out before the despair and agony inside of you bubbles to the surface.

“Don't apologize.” The stubble on Eddie's face tickles your neck as he buried his head in the crook of your shoulder.

One of your arms comes to rest over his as the other is gently held by Volt.

“You're safe, darling. We're here for you.” Volt reassures you just as the first sob escapes from your lips.

Neither Volt nor Eddie move to shush you; rather, Volt closes in on you so you can rest your head on his chest. One of his hands plays with your hair as the other runs up and down your arm in a circular motion.

Years upon years upon years of pent-up emotions flow through you. The small comments that you internalized as a child: “You look terrible when your hair is like that.” “You're not-so-bad-looking when you actually put in effort.” “You're getting a bit pudgy, aren't you?” 

They turned into the 24/7 live broadcast of self-hatred and disappointment that feeds into your brain. You can barely remember a time when you actually had a positive opinion about yourself. Was there even a point in time when you looked in the mirror and you liked what you saw, or was any hope of feeling okay with yourself completely snatched from you before you had a chance to claim it for yourself?

Everyone just brushed aside your self-loathing as teenage insecurity. That's how teens felt, with acne-covered skin and awkwardly-shaped bodies. But that wasn't your case. Your friends could look at their reflection and fix what they didn't like. You couldn't even bear to look at the rear view mirror in the car you were learning how to drive because it made you self-conscious. That, or you'd spend hours squeezing the skin of your stomach, hoping you could slice some parts off with scissors.

But that was just the teenage years. You'd grow out of it once you became a full-fledged adult, right?

You didn't. You knew you wouldn't, despite what others said. Every stare from a stranger felt like negative commentary on your body. So you stopped going out and meeting people. You had your few close friends, and that was enough for you.

Then you got the dateviators, which completely turned your life upside down. The idea that your house was a judgment-free zone when completely out of the question. Every little thing that you had come to enjoy was now perceiving and judging your every move. Well, they always had been, but you had been blissfully unaware of it.

Would the objects harshly judge you on your looks, just as you judged yourself? Would someone finally be meaner to you than you were to yourself?

To your absolute surprise, the eccentric group of objects in your house were much nicer than you expected. Very few of them made comments about your body, and even the ones that slipped through were filled with praise. You wondered if some of them knew - after all, you did tend to mutter some of your negative thoughts aloud from time to time. If they did know, then they did a very good job at hiding it.

You couldn't hide your thoughts from them forever, as the occasional bad day made you want to curl up in bed and never be seen by anyone ever again. The self-loathing would crash over you in endless waves, and it felt like you were doomed to be stuck in bed until the end of time.

You weakly reached out for the dateviators, and once they were on your face, Betty would pull you into her arms.

“It's alright, lover,” She cooed at you as you buried your head into her warm chest, “I'm here. Let it all out.”

After your tears had all dried up, she sat you up and directed your gaze at your bedroom mirror. Amir would appear in front of you, a small scowl on his face.

“Azizam, don't tell me that you're thinking those horrible things about yourself again.” He sighed as you weakly nodded, “Come here so I can fully appreciate your beauty.”

So you'd sit in front of him for hours as he, in vivid detail, recalled every bit of you that he cherished and adored. Once he was thoroughly convinced that you were feeling better, Amir led you into the bathroom to see Barry, who would eagerly sit you down and begin to work on you.

His nonstop talking was the only thing that could silence your racing mind as he made small adjustments to your appearance. It wasn't anything dramatic - he'd help you brush your teeth, apply a bit of skincare, and then add just a touch of make-up to your face.

“Not that you need it, darling,” Barry said, “you are absolutely radiant.”

You then headed back to the bedroom, where Betty and Amir would shower you in praise until it was nighttime. The two would share a knowing smile before Betty looked at the bedroom door.

“I think you could use a drink or two, hmm?” Betty bit her lip before she continued on, “Perhaps one that's dark, moody, and handsome while the other is tall, charming, and absolutely electrifying?”

Warmth rushed to your face as you realize that she is, indeed, not referring to cocktails.

“Okay, okay, I got it.” You quickly waved her and Amir off before you approached the electrical closet. 

“Sure you're feelin’ up for this?” Dorian appeared before you grabbed the door handle. “I'm not sure that those two are the sort that you want to see after…. a day like today.”

“I'm feeling better, I promise.” You waved off his concern with a genuine smile. “I just want to see Eddie and Volt.”

“If you insist…” He trailed off before stepping aside, “but if those two ever do anything to you-”

“-I'll let you know.” You finished his statement before heading inside of the Breaker Box.

Every worry about your body is immediately forgotten as Volt welcomes you into the club with warm arms and a few quick kisses. A glance at the bar provided you with a look at Eddie, who regarded you with a small smile and a quick nod before continuing on with his work. How could you possibly think badly about yourself when you had those two around to distract you?

After a night of too much dancing, laughing, and drinking, you had made your way back to your bed, where Betty welcomed you with open arms.

“Good night?” She asked, but she already knew your answer from the starstruck look on your face.

“Oh yeah.” 

You noticed that her gaze had turned stern after you had finished changing and taking off your make-up.

“What's wrong?” You asked.

“Have you talked to them yet?”

“About what?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“About this.” She gestured to a pillow that still had a few tear-stains on it.

You looked away in shame.

“No.”

“Lover,” Her tone was stern yet full of love, “they adore you. If you don't tell them, they'll figure it out on their own.”

Betty was right, like always. But you didn't feel like now was the time to reflect on that.

Eventually, the sobs that come from you turn into sniffles, and those sniffles eventually turn into nothing but the occasional hiccup as the torrent of tears finally begins to slow down.

For once, your mind and body feel like they're in the same place. You can actually feel present in the presence of your lovers.

You're used to wandering hands and playful touches with them, so it's shocking how rigid and intense their affection is. Neither of them have moved - perhaps they're terrified that if they move, then you'll break even further?

But there's nothing left to break, not when you've sliced yourself down to the atomic level. This is you, raw and messy and unfiltered. The worst part of yourself, freely on display to be ridiculed and mocked.

There's no mockery to be found here, nor ridicule. Just concern for you.

Your tongue feels heavy as short gasps of air enter your lungs. Have you forgotten to breathe? How long has it been since you broke down? Time feels weird and foreign at this moment, so you push that thought aside.

They stayed.

It's the only thought that comes to the front of your mind, and it's a welcome reprieve from the usual confidence assassination that you receive.

My hair is a mess, my face is puffy from crying, and I look like an absolute wreck, but they stayed.

You cling to that thought for dear life as you allow Eddie and Volt's touches to softly ground you.

When your breathing slows, and only a few tears dot your face, you peel your face away from Volt's chest so you can look him in the eyes.

“Volt.” 

You say his name like a reverent prayer, a plea to just be here with you.

He says nothing, but his hands gently cup your face as he wipes away the last of your tears with the pad of his thumb.

You can't stand the way Volt looks at you with so much love and tenderness and devotion. It makes your heart ache, so much so that you lean in to kiss him. 

Your breath touches his lips, a gentle breeze amidst the stormy weather, but you hesitate before you kiss him.

The last time a lover had comforted you, you had reached out to kiss them as a way to show your love and thankfulness.

Instead, they pushed you away.

“Clean yourself up first, then we'll talk.”

You kiss Volt anyway, expecting a similar reaction. To be pushed to the side and disregarded. But that rejection never comes.

The kiss you share with him isn't as intense or thrilling. He's not pulling you towards him after a long night of dancing or trying to catch you off-guard while you're helping Eddie with repairs.

It's a deeper mix of emotions that you can't quite place your finger on. A kiss that feels more like a comforting hug during a thunderstorm, or a gentle hand on your lower back to help guide you through a crowd.

However, just like every other time Volt kisses you, your breath is caught in your throat once you break away from him.

You're able to grab a single gasp of air before Volt's lips meet yours again. His kisses grow more and more passionate as your mouth meets his again and again and again.

Meanwhile, Eddie's hands gently wander your body, choosing to gently squeeze and poke at all of the right places. 

These two…

You're left a panting mess by the time Volt is through with you.

“Live wire, you're…” He pauses before a dastardly grin appears on his face, “Shockingly addictive.”

Eddie grunts into your shoulder before raising his head to whisper in your ear.

“I'll kick him out if he keeps saying shit like that.”

Volt gasps in surprise and horror.

“You wouldn't dare-”

“-oh yes I would-”

Their argument is cut short by your laughter, which rings out across the empty bar.

Volt flashes you a handsome smile while Eddie presses a small kiss to the back of your neck. You can feel the smallest smile on his lips as he pulls away from your skin.

“Your laughter never fails to brighten up a room, spark.” Volt lays the praise on thick, but you certainly don't mind it.

You thank him with a sweet kiss on the lips before turning your body and attention towards Eddie.

You want to kiss him, and you come incredibly close to doing so, but his hand stops your lips from meeting.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks.

Okay doesn't feel like the best word - you haven't really felt okay for a long time.

“Better,” is the word you choose to answer him with, “Better than I was.”

“Good.” 

Satisfied with your answer, Eddie kisses you once before pulling back again.

A small whine escapes you, and he softly laughs before his expression turns serious again.

“What can we do to help?”

Your heart warms at the gesture - they really do love you, don't they? - but you're not quite sure how to answer that. Body dysmorphia doesn't have the same fixes as a burnt bulb or a faulty wire. To be honest, it isn't really something you can fix. You'll probably have to deal with these negative thoughts for the rest of your life, but you don't have to be alone while they terrorize you.

“It's enough for you two to be here, with me.” You sigh before explaining, “I have good days and bad days when it comes to my thoughts. Some days I don't think about my body at all, and other days I can barely pull myself out of bed because it's all I think about. …Or I'll have a good day, but then I'll say something and start overthinking everything.”

Like today, you think to yourself before continuing.

“I don't know if there's an exact thing you can do to help - I barely know how to help myself when I get worked up. It's nice to just have some place to relax and unwind that isn't my bed. Plus, I get to see the two of you!”

Volt chuckles before grabbing your hand, “You will always have a table here, with us, live wire.”

He gently kisses the palm of your hand as Eddie speaks.

“You can always come in before we open,” His head turns away from you as a prominent blush rests on his cheeks, “to help with inventory, or whatever.”

You comfort him with a smile.

“I'd like that.”

“Really?” Eddie's in disbelief for a moment. “Uh… only if you want to.”

Eddie looks over to Volt, who offers him a sympathetic nod.

“We would be thrilled to have you accompany us.”

Your smile only grows wider before you give each of your lovers a heartfelt smooch.

It might not have been the ending I expected for the night, but it was a better night than I thought it would be a while ago.

Their hands finally untangle from your body, and you think that you can make your escape for the night.

Betty would be proud of you for finally saying something.

You barely take a step forward before you're pinned to the table behind you. You yelp as both of your wrists are held down, one by each of your lovers.

“Where do you think you're going?”

Alarm bells ring in your head as you look over at Eddie.

“Huh?”

Volt gently plays with a strand of your hair as his eyes scan your face.

“My sweet spark, don't you remember what I promised you?”

Promised me?

You're very confused as you look from Volt, to Eddie, and then back to Volt. They're obviously not going to tell you, so you have to push through the fog in your mind and remember.

There was the card game I was playing with Chance and Parker before Volt came over. Those two left, and then Volt and I started talking. I said something to him that he didn't appreciate, and he started going back and forth until-

“If you won’t see yourself as I do, then I’ll make you see it.”

Oh.

Oh!

Your cheeks burn as you vividly remember how he eyed you and the deck of cards on the table.

“Now?” You whisper.

“Yes, now,” Eddie clarifies, “unless you're not feeling up to it.”

“I-” You pause before giving your answer.

You could just go back to your bed, but you were really, really curious about what those two had planned for you. 

Especially if that plan was authored by Volt.

“Yeah.” It's barely audible, so Volt leans in closer to you.

“Was that a yes, spark?”

“Yes.” You turn your head so your lips can briefly connect with his.

“Good.” He hums before pressing another kiss to your cheek. 

“What… did you exactly have planned?”

“Don't you worry your pretty little head, live wire. We'll make you feel good.” Volt chuckles as your jaw drops. “How about a round of drinks first?”

Volt saunters off in the direction of the bartending area, leaving you without a chance to question him.

What are they going to do to me?

Your thighs squeeze together in an effort to relieve the sudden pressure and heat between your legs. Your imagination runs wild as you let yourself indulge in your fantasies.

Your favorite one, the one that gets you off the most, is Eddie viciously eating you out while Volt holds you to the bed. You're a panting, moaning mess - your ability to articulate words had left you three orgasms ago.

Volt is sweetly singing praises into your ears - “you taste so sweet, live wire”, “look at how much of a mess our Eddie is for you”, “you can give us just one more, right?” - but it all sounds distant in your ears as you focus in on Eddie.

You live for the occasional grunt or curse that falls from his lips as he devours you, his tongue hitting every place that makes you moan their names. His death grip on your thighs is the only thing keeping you from rolling your hips into his mouth.

Eddie doesn't talk much when you're positioned like this, but when he does, you have to hold on to Volt for dear life in order to keep yourself from cumming instantly.

“I'm almost done, live wire, just keep your legs open for a little longer. You can do this for us.”

A strangled cry falls from your lips as your juices freely flow into his mouth. Eddie happily laps up every bit of you that he can get. Tears flow from your cheeks - you don't know how else to express your pleasure at this point.

Volt is saying something to you, but it all sounds like static as you lock eyes with Eddie. He gives your sensitive sex a small lick, which causes you to whimper.

“One more, spark, that's all I want.” He quietly murmurs before feasting on you again.

You're almost tempted to believe him, as if he didn't say that after every single orgasm that you've had tonight.

Your eyes stay focused on him, and the world around you melts into a blob of nothingness as you reach your climax again and again and again-

“Spark?”

Eddie's voice pulls you out of your daydream, and your head snaps to look at him.

He's no longer pinning your wrist to the table; rather, his hand is securely slotted in yours. 

It's hard to focus on Eddie when you're still thinking about his tongue exploring inside of you, savoring the flavors that make you so irresistible to him.

“What are you thinking about?” 

A small smirk rests on his face as a knowing glint enters his eyes.

Oh God, he knew what you were thinking about.

It didn't help that your free hand was resting just above the waistband of your pants, or that you were biting your lip hard to keep any sounds from escaping you.

It'd be easy to deny, deflect, disengage - but you've never told him or Volt about your fantasies. You didn't feel confident in your body or yourself - who would want to spend hours between your flabby thighs, looking up at your pudgy stomach to see you?

But you felt safe and secure tonight - safer than you have in a long time, and secure enough to finally say what your mind has been thinking.

“You,” Is the answer you give Eddie, a teasing invitation for him to ask for more.

“Me?” His voice is breathy, and the blush on his face tells you that he's starting to fantasize about you too.

Eddie leans in a bit, giving you the space to either lean in to meet him or back away. A gentle squeeze of your hand reminds you to act, so you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“I was thinking about you eating me out,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it grows even quieter when you next speak, “multiple times.”

The pounding in your chest is a mix of arousal and concern - what if he didn't like what you said? Sure, he had given you oral once or twice before, but you made sure that it went as quick as possible so Eddie didn't notice the stretch marks and other imperfections on your skin. Never more than once in one session - you always directed his attention elsewhere after you orgasmed.

Something sparks behind Eddie's eyes, a warmth and fire that you've never seen before. 

“Is that what you want me to do?” His voice is low yet inviting as one of his hands comes to rest right above your hip.

“Yes, yes, please, Eddie-”

You're hoisted on top of the table before you can finish begging for him. Your hands desperately latch on to his shirt before you tug on it, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

His hands wander down to your legs, and his fingers bury into the fabric of your pants.

“You're wearing too much clothing.” Eddie says after breaking away from you, and you whine in agreement.

You kiss him again before grabbing his hands and placing them under your shirt. He needs no further direction as his hands move to remove the jacket from your shoulders first before returning to your shirt.

“You two cannot help yourselves, can you?” Volt interrupts the two of you with a cheshire-cat grin on his face.

“I-” Warmth floods to your cheeks and your sex - getting caught turns you on. “Eddie?”

Eddie doesn't speak. He only turns his head to look at Volt, and the two silently communicate for a while before Volt's grin grows even bigger.

“You've been holding out on us, haven't you?” Volt purrs as he sets two whiskey sours and a glass of water next to you. “My sweet spark, we fantasize about you too.”

We?

Oh yeah, the whole ‘not one object but also not two completely separate objects’ thing that they explained.

…Does that mean that they know what the other fantasizes about?

Your eyes widen at the thought.

Fuck, that's hot.

Volt chuckles, seemingly able to read your thoughts, before pressing a teasing kiss to your cheek.

“Since you told Eddie, it's only fair that you tell me what you were thinking about,” Volt closes in on you to whisper in your ear, “in exchange for one of our fantasies about you.”

You shudder at the thought - how could they possibly think about tearing you apart? - before you softly whimper.

“Our poor little spark can hardly speak,” Volt continues his ruthless teasing, “and we've barely even touched them.”

It's always been a push-and-pull dynamic with them. When one closes in, the other opens up. When Volt teases you like this, you bury your head into Eddie's chest so he can comfort you.

His hands come up to rest on your head - one gently tugs at the strands of your hair while the other keeps your head close to him.

“Volt, be nice.” 

“I am being nice-” Volt defends himself.

“-you're being cruel-”

“-I thought you liked it when I was cruel?” Volt retorts.

“...Whatever.” Eddie brushes Volt aside before they share a warm kiss. 

You're still embarrassed from how easily you were aroused, so you nuzzle your head into Eddie's chest until one of them addresses you.

“You are just too easy to please, live wire,” Volt says as you pull away from Eddie to look directly at him, “and we adore that about you.”

“Thank you.” You murmur before bashfully looking away.

“Cute,” Eddie remarks before kissing your cheek, “but I think Volt should be the one to share first.”

“Ah, what an excellent idea, my dear.” Volt grabs the long-forgotten deck of cards on the table. “Recognize these?”

You cautiously nod as you eye the cards.

“I was thinking that the three of us could play strip poker.”

I beg your pardon?

No words come out of your mouth as you figuratively pick your jaw up off of the floor.

“I- uh, I'm not very good at poker.” You manage to say after a moment of heated silence.

“I know, spark, you are far too easy to read.” Volt can't help but relish in your surprise and excitement. “The same rules could be applied to any card game, really. Your choice, of course.”

The ball’s in your court now - you have your choice of card games, and you can pick one that you could easily win.

“But?” You tilt your head, knowing there's a catch coming.

“The winner picks the item of clothing, and second-place has to take it off of last-place,” Volt's voice drops into a dangerous, seductive range before he adds, “and maybe the last-place person indulges the other two in a fantasy or two of theirs.”

…Holy shit.

If you weren't hot and bothered before, you certainly were now. You could practically feel their hands tearing off your clothes, their mouths touching all of the places you'd dreamed that they'd explore-

Wait.

Did they think that you were going to lose? Was the plan to get you all worked up so they'd have the pleasure of stripping the clothes from your body article-by-article?

Fucking cheaters.

Not to mention the whole sharing thoughts thing - this was a game that was practically rigged against you. Of course, it was all under the disguise of fair play. You picked the card game, after all.

You could call them out on their bullshit, but you're still dying to know what the plan is after they've stripped you of your clothing. Would they pounce on you, or wait for you to make the first move?

…And you could use a bit of pampering after the day you've had. It's a win-win scenario, really.

Eddie and Volt share an expectant look as you pretend to mull over their offer.

It was always going to be a yes.

“Okay,” You tentatively agree before a wicked smile appears on your face, “but I have one more suggestion.”

“Which is?” Volt asks.

“The winner can't touch the loser, at all. If they do, the game ends.”

Your suggestion has thrown them both for a loop, which is exactly what you were hoping for. You knew that they both would try to turn you into putty with soft touches and caresses in-between rounds. It would be a waiting game until you snapped.

This new rule, however, would test to see if you'd snap first, or if Eddie or Volt couldn't handle watching the other have you all to themselves.

A fierce blush appears on Eddie's face as Volt looks at you with unbridled enthusiasm.

“I like the way you think, live wire,” Volt winks at you before offering you his hand, “what game are we playing?”

You take his hand, and both him and Eddie help you off of the table and back into your seat. You think over your options - poker was out, obviously.

Your extended family had played many card games when you traveled around to their houses for the various holidays. You had your pick, yet there was one that was always your favorite.

Probably because you had fun fucking over your relatives by holding cards.

“Seven-Up.” You answer as Eddie looks at you in surprise.

“Really?”

You know damn well why he's asking you that. The whole deck would be passed out between the three of you, and if the two of them worked together, they could figure out your hand and then fuck you over.

That, again, would be dependent on their ability to trust and cooperate with one another. Which you hoped you would break with your little no-touching-the-loser rules.

It was a long shot, but it could work.

Key word: could.

“Really.” A saccharine smile appears on your face. “I used to play it all of the time with my family. It's one of the few card games I'm any good at.”

“I look forward to seeing how you perform.” Volt says in a teasing tone, and you almost wonder if you're caught.

Yet again, that would force both of them to admit that they were cheating, which you were sure that they would deny.

“You sure you're up for this?” Eddie offers you one last out, but you turn him down.

“I'm okay, I promise,” You say before muttering up the most innocent look you can imagine, “there's no way to guarantee that I'm the one who takes something off first, right?”

It takes every bit of willpower inside of you to keep yourself from cackling as Eddie looks away from you, trying to hide the guilty look on his face.

I knew it!

…Is this how Parker feels all of the time?

You set that thought aside to focus on the upcoming game. Volt sits to your left as Eddie sits to your right. Volt begins to shuffle the deck, but you find yourself distracted by the movement of his hands.

His fingers weren't calloused and rough, like Eddie's, but fuck did they feel good inside of you.

Volt didn't set a steady pace - he would start slow, then quickly speed up as you clenched around him. Adding and removing fingers as he pleased while reveling in the pretty sounds that you made for him.

You'd be begging, screaming, pleading with him to let you orgasm as you approached your climax.

“Only because you asked so nicely, spark.” He'd tease before finally setting a pace that's allowed you to finish.

You come back to reality when all of the cards are dealt, and luckily for you, neither of them seem to be paying attention to you; otherwise, they'd notice how your thighs were glued together and the small bits of sweat that had accumulated on your face.

I need to take more cold showers.

You quickly wipe the sweat away from your brow before placing the seven of hearts down - the agreed-upon leading suit.

The tension is thick in the air. No one speaks as the cards fall from everyone's hands. No one is too aggressive nor too passive. You find yourself playing along with their rhythm while trying to study their expressions.

Volt and Eddie appear to be more focused on their individual hands, but they share the occasional glance that tells you that your suspicions are probably correct.

Plus, it's sweet how neither of them can look you in the eye.

Volt is the first one to empty his hand, and - surprise, surprise - you lost.

“I thought you said that you were good at this?” Eddie smirks as he finally locks eyes with you.

I am, but you two are scheming!

“I said I was good, not the best.” You clarify before pressing him, “When did you get so good at this?”

Eddie doesn't even get a chance to answer - Volt jumps in to save face.

“We have many talents for you to discover, live wire,” Volt takes a sip of his drink before leaning back in his chair, “now let me have a look at you.”

Reluctantly, you turn and stand in front of Volt. His eyes hungrily scan your body as he tries to determine what he wants to take off of you.

He could ask Eddie to take off your underwear, and then sit back and watch as Eddie's face invents a new shade of crimson. 

But Volt's not that mean - not yet, at least - as he licks his lips before answering.

“Jacket.” 

You spin to face Eddie, who rises to meet your eyes. His hands hover over your shoulders, awaiting the okay from you.

You nod before he slides the jacket off of your shoulders. Goosebumps immediately appear on your skin - the bar always ran cold when it was just the three of you. Eddie's touch is featherlight as he runs his hands up and down your arms in an effort to warm you up.

You'd normally be flustered by such an action, but you're too horny to think of anything except him taking you on the table.

Maybe if you asked really, really nicely he'd do it?

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth.

Maybe not. 

Eddie's eyes linger on you for just a moment longer before you both sit down. 

“Don't you have something to share with us?” Volt collects the cards on the table before passing them to Eddie.

Ah, yes. That.

You know Volt's intrigued by what you told Eddie earlier, but you won't let him have that one. Not yet, at least.

Instead, you decide to tell him about the little daydream you just had, in an effort to gain the upper hand over Volt. With the way they were both acting, and how worked up you were, there were plenty more salacious thoughts to be had.

“While you were shuffling those cards, I was thinking about how your fingers felt inside of me.” You look Volt dead in the eye as you allow every syllable to fall from your lips.

You're not surprised by the sound of cards hitting the floor - you're more surprised that the entire deck doesn't hit the floor. You aren't even looking at Eddie, but you can imagine the tight-lipped, grin-and-bear-through-it expression that he's sporting.

Right now, you're shocked at the faint blush that appears on Volt's face. You're unsure if he's actually blushing, or if he's just taken aback by your brutal honesty.

It doesn't really matter, as his practiced tongue recovers before the rest of him does.

“Tell me, what do my fingers feel like inside of you?”

And now you're the one who's hot in the face. Your poor underwear must be soaked by now.

You stumble over your words for a few moments, trying to find something other than good and please fuck me now to say.

“Relief. God, it just felt like sweet relief-”

“Knock it off,” Eddie growls from the other side of the table, “Both of you.”

His voice has that low timbre that you love, and you barely suppress a moan as jolt of pleasure runs to your core.

God, I don't think I can take this much longer.

You're surprised by your ability to still form rational thoughts with how needy and desperate you feel at the moment.

I should’ve just told them to rip the clothes from my body.

You could, and you’re sure that they would, but that biting competitive spirit deep inside of you will not relent. 

Especially since Eddie and Volt haven’t admitted that they're conspiring with one another.

So, with a head held high and your thighs as squished together as they could be, you carefully watch as Eddie finishes shuffling the cards and begins to deal the next round. His fingers flex in just the right way - stop it stop it you NEED to stop - as the cards slide over to you and Volt.

Your breathing finally evens out as the last card is dealt, and you finally feel like some of your desire is under control. You’re still uncomfortable, to say the least, but you can manage.

Eddie tosses out the seven of hearts, and you quickly set the eight of hearts out. Volt hesitates for a moment before setting out the six of hearts.

If the tension was thick before, then it's absolutely suffocating now. Eddie and Volt don't even look at each other now - an occasional glance your way is the closest their eyes come to meeting.

No one dares to speak, to break what's hot and heavy and hanging in the air, until a few turns later.

The game is all locked up, at least for you. You don't have anything of the leading suit, and all of your other cards are too high or too low to be played. With an eye roll, you pass your turn to Volt, who also passes.

You expect Eddie to play the last available card on the table, which would make you pass again and basically secure a victory for him; instead, he plays a lower card from the leading suit, which gives you an opportunity to play.

Finally!

“Why would you-” Volt pauses to look at Eddie before he realizes his mistake. 

An easy slip of the tongue after a well-orchestrated performance. Volt gracefully smiles like he knows he's been caught, while Eddie sighs and shakes his head.

“I fucking knew it.” You mutter between gritted teeth.

You, maybe a bit too excitedly, set your hand down and take a small sip of your whiskey sour in victory.

“How long-”

“-the whole time.” You jump in before Volt can finish. “I'm not an idiot.”

“I told you this was a bad idea-” Eddie starts, but Volt interrupts him.

“-was it, though?” Volt tilts his head back before looking at you. “Our live wire seemed to enjoy themselves.”

You take another sip of your drink to avoid answering Volt's teasing.

“What exactly was the plan?” You ask after a brief period of silence.

“Eddie and I noticed that you don't let us take your clothes off of you before we…” Volt's cheeks have a dusting of pink on them before he continues on, “so we thought that this would help you feel more comfortable with us.”

That's so sweet!

As always, they had noticed your behavior in bed, how you'd shy away from too much intimacy with either of them in fear of rejection and humiliation due to your body dysmorphia.

You realize that it was a part of you that they were willing to accept and work through, rather than turn away. This ugly part of you that you denied was something that they'd help you face, directly or indirectly.

It shouldn't surprise you as much as it does - you saw them at their lowest, with faulty wires and power outages abound, and you chose to walk through it with them so Eddie and Volt knew that they had someone they could rely on, in whatever way that they needed.

So why wouldn't they do the same for you?

“Volt,” You set your drink aside and climb out of your seat and into his lap, “you know you could've just asked, right?”

“If we did, would you say yes?” 

There's no teasing or bite behind Volt's words. He's genuinely asking you if you would've felt comfortable with that.

“I mean, it depends on the day,” You give him an answer that feels true to how you normally feel, “but right now?”

You pause for dramatic effect.

“Yes, you two can rip the clothes off of my body and do whatever you were planning on doing.”

Volt gives you a wicked grin before pulling you in for a heated kiss.

“You never fail to surprise or delight me, live wire.” His words make you shudder. “Shall I return the favor?”

Fuck yes!

You answer him with another kiss that Volt happily accepts. He deepens the kiss before his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips.

Your arousal returns to you with a fiery passion as he lifts you up and sets you on the table. Volt deepens the kiss, and you allow his tongue to explore your mouth for a bit before you pull away from him, panting and moaning his name.

“My needy little spark,” Volt sweetly teases you before playing with the hem of your shirt, “I'm not going anywhere.”

The fabric easily slides off of your body, along with any other undergarments on your torso. The cold air in the bar nips at your skin, but that isn’t the reason that your arms wrap around your waist.

This is the first time that Volt or Eddie will really, truly see you naked. They had seen you naked before, but only the small glimpses that you would allow between moments of pleasure. No lingering looks at your body or time to find your every fault - just how you thought you liked it. 

So you're a little nervous about this. You're not exactly retreating back into your negative thoughts, not yet, but the self-consciousness is still there, even when you're worked up.

“Let me see you, live wire,” Volt softly asks as his hands run up and down your arms, “please. Let us worship and admire you in every way that you deserve.”

You whimper at him before pulling your arms away from yourself. Your hands nervously rest on the table as Volt fully takes you in.

He looks at you with such reverence, as if you were the finest art piece he had ever seen. As if you were the brightest star in the sky, the only one that would illuminate his path forward.

You want to crumble, to tell him to stop, but you know that's not right. You are a human that deserves to feel loved and cherished, even if it's just for one night.

You're not given a chance to hide yourself again as Eddie pins your arms to your back. He doesn't even have to verbally tell you off - a warning look from him is enough to tell you that he knew what you were thinking about.

“Amps sake, spark, you're…” Volt trails off for a moment, “stunning.”

Volt's hand gently lays on your stomach, and you immediately suck it in - a bad habit that you've carried since you were young.

“Live wire.” Eddie lightly scolds you as his hands keep yours behind your back.

“But Eddie-”

“He won't move until you relax.” He cuts you off, not entertaining anything else that you could say.

You go quiet for a moment, just so you can take a few breaths, before your stomach relaxes to its natural position.

This is it, I guess.

You brave yourself for a negative reaction that never comes; instead, Volt's hand moves from your stomach so he can press his lips to your skin.

“You're gorgeous.” He murmurs into your stomach, which causes a flash of pleasure to strike your core.

Volt lightly bites on the skin before sucking, creating a dark mark in the middle of your stomach. You whine at the feeling of his lips and tongue touching a sensitive part of you.

You don't have time to adjust as a trail of kisses is led from your stomach to the middle of your chest.

“And bewitching.” He adds on to his earlier statement before repeating his earlier actions - a warm kiss to the spot before marking you there. 

Endless praises fall from Volt as his lips and tongue slowly explore every part of upper body.

Entrancing. Beautiful. Handsome. Alluring. Ravishing. Dazzling. Irresistible. Magnetic. Enchanting.

Each one comes with a kiss and a hickey, which makes you a writhing mess by the time he places a few wet kisses along your face and neck.

“Your face is just as striking as the day I met you.” He finishes before creating a hickey on the most sensitive part of your neck. “I cannot wait to ravish you.”

You don't suppress the loud moan that comes from you - you're far beyond caring about what they or anyone else think. You wriggle out of Eddie's grasps so your fingernails can bury themselves into Volt's back. With how hard you're holding onto him, you may manage to mark him up through his shirt and jacket. 

“Volt!” 

You cry out his name, and you're rewarded with a passionate kiss to your lips.

“Yes, spark?” His fingers find the bottom of your chin, and he carefully forces it upwards so you're looking at him. “What would you like me to do to you?”

An open-ended question on an open-note test. You're tempted to answer anything and everything, but you know that he'll want specific instructions.

Your mind wanders back to your earlier daydream, the one about his fingers curling up inside of you, and your thighs clench at the thought.

“What is it, my light? What has captured your attention?” Volt has a devilish grin on his face, but his eyes are soft and warm.

“Earlier, when I told you about what I was imagining… that's what I want you to do to me.” You give him a breathy, shaky answer, but an answer nonetheless.

“My fingers?” He asks, and you whine at the mention.

“Yes, please, Volt, I need them inside of me.” You softly beg for him, but he shushes you with a quick kiss to the lips.

“As you wish, live wire.”

Volt, along with a bit of help from Eddie, makes quick work of your pants. Eddie's hands run up and down your sides, helping to keep you in place as Volt pulls at the waistband of your underwear. His fingers are so, so close to where they need to be, and you're honestly half-tempted to shove them into your hole yourself.

“Do you want me to keep these on?” Volt asks, but he doesn't look you in the eye; rather, it seems that he's asking Eddie for permission.

…Probably because you'd tell him yes a thousand times over.

The room is hot with anticipation as Eddie thinks to himself. You can't crane your neck backwards to look at him, to beg him to choose faster so you can finally get some relief between your legs.

“Keep them on,” He says as you let out a whine of disapproval, “I want to take them off myself.”

Now that was an idea you could get behind.

“Very well.” Volt nods before his hand finally slips underneath your underwear.

One of his fingers circles your entrance, and you throw your head back in pleasure. A breathy moan escapes you as your hole clenches around nothing. You hold onto Volt as if he's going to disappear while Eddie keeps your hips grounded on the table.

He teases you a little while longer, as two of his fingers work to massage the outside of your clit. Your back arches as a familiar coil springs to life inside of you.

You scream when two of his fingers dip inside of you. His fingers are barely knuckles-deep inside of your hole, yet you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Our poor little wire really worked themselves up…” Volt muses as his fingers begin to move inside of you.

There's no teasing from him - he keeps a steady rhythm as his fingers quickly enter and exit your hole. That relief that you felt in your daydream quickly comes crashing over you as you hit your climax.

There's still plenty of heat inside of you as Volt lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. You whimper when his fingers leave you, but you're delighted by the sight of him licking your fluids off of his fingers.

“Feeling good?” Eddie checks in with you after your breathing begins to even out. 

His stubble kisses your shoulder before he does, and you respond by pulling him close to you.

“Yeah, I feel good.” You nuzzle your head into his chest as his hands wrap around your torso.

You relish in Eddie's warm affection as Volt looks on in amusement.

“Enjoying yourselves?” 

You hum as Volt's fingers run up and down your thighs. You can't help but imagine him running his tongue all over the bare flesh of your thighs.

“Volt, could you…” You pause to think about your phrasing, “mark up my thighs?”

Not the most graceful execution, but it gets the job done.

Volt chuckles as his hand massages some of the skin on your thigh.

“I'd love to, spark,” He says before leaning in to seductively whisper in your ear, “but I think that someone else would prefer that more.”

You sigh at the thought of those rough, hard-at-work hands pinching and pulling at the flesh of your inner thighs. His stubble gently caressing your skin as messy, wet kisses trail up further and further until you-

Your daydreaming is so rudely interrupted when one of Volt's fingers enters your hole again.

“But I'm not done with you yet, live wire. You can give me just one more before Eddie has a turn, right?”

If you die tonight, you die in pure ecstasy.

His finger curls up inside of you, eliciting a moan from you.

“Yes.” You move your head up and down before your nails dig into Eddie's arm.

“I'm right here,” He mumbles before lightly biting down your shoulder, “focus on Volt.”

You yelp as Volt fucks you with his fingers. The pace he sets is much slower, which helps your orgasm build at a steadier rate. It's one finger, then two, then three as he continues to stretch you out.

This is so much better than anything you've ever imagined.

Your moans and whimpers are far too tempting for Eddie, and he can't help but make marks of his own on your back as Volt continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

You don't last long between the two of them, and a shriek of both of their names signals that you've orgasmed once again. Eddie's arms are there, warm and comforting, as you pull yourself down from your high once again.

“You did so well for us, live wire.” Volt cleans his fingers once again with his mouth. “You always do.”

Your hips grind against the table - God, had you always been this needy for them? - as Volt laughs.

“We want you just as badly as you want us.” Volt reassures you before sending a small electrical shock to one of your thighs.

That tingly feeling that you've come to love runs through your system, your legs involuntarily spreading apart for easier access. 

Eddie keeps a tight grip on you as Volt walks away from the two of you. You lazily reach your arms out for him, but he doesn't come back to you.

“Volt's just grabbing some blankets and pillows from the VIP section so you're more comfortable.” Eddie explains as one of his hands travels down to your thighs.

Like Volt, Eddie provides a small electrical shock that goes straight to your sex and makes you shudder. You laugh as the fluttery sensation travels through your body.

Eddie contains your laughter in a romantic kiss that sends another shockwave through you. 

Once his lips part from yours, he chuckles to himself for a moment. You'd bottle up the sound of his laughter in an instant so you could hear it any time you wanted; however, there was something special about these small intervals of time where Eddie just lets himself go.

You etch this moment into your memory - the way he smiles at you freely before pulling you in for another kiss. This time, his teeth bite at your bottom lip, asking for entry in your mouth.

You moan into his mouth as his tongue meets yours. You briefly fight for dominance before letting him take control - after all, who were you to stop Eddie from taking what he wants?

Occasionally, his teeth will nibble on your lower lip, making you playfully whine in response.

“Eddie!” 

You try to sound annoyed, but your laughter gives you away every time.

“Let me in,” He'd complain as if his tongue wasn't nearly down your throat, “I need a distraction.”

“From what?”

“From how badly I need you.” A bit of red rests on his face as he bashfully looks away from you.

“Oh, Eddie,” You murmur before lightly kissing his cheek, “I need you too.”

You share another kiss with him before Volt returns with an assortment of comfortable items. 

Eddie lifts you off the table for a minute so Volt can arrange them before laying you down on the table

Your head rests on a small stack of pillows that allows you to still see beneath your legs but rest comfortably. A few blankets are laid over the table to caress the other parts of your body while a smaller pillow lifts your hips ever-so-slightly into the air.

You'd feel tired if you didn't feel two pairs of eyes feasting on your body.

“You are a masterpiece, live wire,” Volt closes in on you first to lean down and press a kiss to your lips, “and we will devour you.”

His hot breath on your face only excites you further as you lightly tug at his shirt and jacket.

“Please?” You sweetly ask with the tiniest pout on your lips.

“How could I ever say no to you?” Volt complies with your wishes and begins to take off his coat. “Especially since you asked so nicely.”

“Eddie?” 

Your breath hitches as you desperately look around for him. You're ecstatic to find that he's already positioned himself between your legs, and you're even more thrilled when you realize that his shirt is already off.

“I'm right here, live wire,” Eddie says before licking his lips, “and I'm not going anywhere for a long time.”

His voice dips slightly lower, right into that range that drives you crazy. You groan as you feel a familiar heat build between your legs.

God, I cannot wait to feel his tongue explore inside of me!

Steel eyes meet white before Eddie advances. Volt grabs a chair and gently places it against the table so he can be as close to you as possible. 

“Spark, can you move your hand?” He asks, and you nod weakly. “Take Eddie's hand in yours and show him what bothers you.”

Volt looks offended by his own words, and you know why. He sees no imperfections where you see all of them.

You do as you're told, and your hand lays on top of Eddie's on one of your thighs. You've done this routine in your bathroom mirror a million times, so it's easy to guide his hand to every stretch mark, mole, scar, and skin tag that's on both of your thighs.

“Good little spark.” Volt rewards you with one of your favorite nicknames from him, and you shiver at it.

Your hand comes back to rest on the table as Eddie and Volt silently communicate with their eyes. You're not quite sure what they're thinking of, but whatever it is, Volt smiles as their eyes break apart from each other.

That's not good.

“I think they'd like that, darling.” Volt purrs before turning to you. “Relax and enjoy. Remember, this is about you.”

You're something between terrified and extremely aroused as Eddie's hands lightly massage your thighs. His fingers rub into the most sensitive parts of your thighs, which causes you to moan. Those calloused fingers knew how to work magic on breaker boxes and lovers alike.

Meanwhile, his mouth follows the same pattern that you showed him earlier. Messy kisses are placed all along your thigh, and when Eddie finds a spot of interest, he lightly nibbles on the flesh before making a hickey there.

He makes a notable detour when he reaches your underwear, but quickly resumes the same pattern on your other thigh.

You can't squirm since his hands are keeping your thighs on the table, so you can only offer small whimpers and stifled moans to show your pleasure.

Eddie goes off-track a few times, only to mark up parts of your inner thigh that make you whine and attempt to writhe out of his grasp.

It's hard to form words, to even think coherent thoughts by the time Eddie finishes up. Your mind is begging him to touch you in any way possible in order to relieve the need in your core.

Your eyes are stuck to the ceiling, and your cheeks are flushed. You can practically taste your arousal in the air.

A finger gently rests against your face, and you curl into the cool touch.

“Look at Eddie for a moment, little wire,” Volt says with a teasing smirk on his lips, “you'll want to see what he does next.”

You force your eyes downwards so you can look at Eddie directly. His fingers lie on the waistband of your underwear, but he makes no movement to remove them with his hands.

Instead, his lips press a few gentle kisses above your underwear - God, his tongue is so fucking close to where I need him - before his teeth latch on to the waistband.

Eddie gently pulls your underwear down your legs, at a painstakingly slow speed, with his teeth. You feel his teeth scrape against your inner thigh, and you moan in pure delight. 

He quickly pulls them out of his mouth and tosses them aside as his eyes spot something much more exciting in-between your legs.

“I'm- I'm not going to last long.” You warn him as his head approaches your sex.

“I know, spark.” Eddie says before a smirk appears on his face.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look at Volt. His palm rests against your cheek, and his cold hand feels very nice against your face.

“You told him that you thought about him feasting on you multiple times,” A playful smile teases Volt's lips, “and he intends to make that dream a reality.”

Volt's thumb traces over your lips as you nearly explode at the thought.

God, it doesn't take them long to figure out what buttons to push, does it?

“Fuck, Eddie, please-” Your begging is swiftly answered by the man between your legs.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” His voice sounds like it's ready to break, like any self-restraint left once he had you pinned to the table.

“-God, please just eat me out already!”

You'd normally be embarrassed by such language, only used to entice your lovers once you had them alone, but you scream this loud enough for the heavens to hear you.

“They're eager.” Volt laughs as he gently traces the curve of your nose with one of his fingers.

“Good,” Eddie pauses for a moment, “I am too.”

And then he feasts.

Your daydreams do not do justice to the pure shocks of stimulation that Eddie's tongue is providing to you. Sure, you had always imagined him as an eager giver, but you never could've imagined this.

There's no teasing, no slow licks to your entrance to find out what makes you tick. He's exploring every fold and crevice that his tongue can manage to fit into at a speed that you cannot even begin to describe. 

Your juices flow into his mouth just as your orgasm crashes over your body. You didn't get to feel the build-up before you reached your climax and went sailing over the edge.

Your legs are shaking ever-so-slightly as you start to feel the effects of your third orgasm for the night. Your tongue feels heavy, and your thoughts are very scrambled, but it's not like there's anything meaningful you have to say at the moment.

Well, except one thing.

“Relax,” You pant heavily before turning to Volt, “how the fuck am I supposed to relax when he does that?”

“I think you'll stop caring after a while.” Volt places a soft kiss to your forehead before brushing some hair away from your face. “Go on, Eddie.”

Eddie grumbles something into your core - I wasn't looking for permission, perhaps? 

It's not like it matters when his tongue dips inside of you again. You moan out his name as the heat between your legs reappears in an instant. 

Eddie's much messier this time as his tongue dives in and out of your folds at an unforgiving pace. There's no breaks, no time for either of you to breathe, as the heat inside of you builds and builds and builds until you explode.

You cry out in pleasure as a rush of warmth comes over you. Volt was right - you're starting to care less and less as a comforting fog begins to creep in the back of your mind. Your vision blurs, and there's a soft ringing in your ears, but you can feel every little thing around you.

The blankets under your body softly cradle you as you nuzzle your head against the familiar warmth of the pillow. Volt's hand works to cool your face as his fingers brush against your skin.

“If only you could see how divine you look, little wire…” Volt murmurs in admiration.

Some sort of semi-coherent sound falls from your lips, and Volt shushes you with a tender kiss to the cheek.

“Relax.”

A simple command from Volt, but one that you are more than happy to adhere to.

Eddie's mouth is on your sex again, and you can barely register anything but pure ecstasy as he hits every bundle of nerves that makes you whimper and whine. Everything just feels so good when your legs are over his shoulders and he's devoting so much attention to you.

Your body is shaking long before you orgasm, and gentle tears fall down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Volt quickly works to wipe them away with the pad of his thumb.

You barely let out a moan when another orgasm hits your body. Whatever state of bliss you're in transcends all human language that you could hope to use.

Eddie finally moves his head far enough away from your entrance that you no longer feel his breath inside of you. His fingers still trace the marks on your thighs while he occasionally nibbles on parts of your inner thigh.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asks after catching his breath for a bit.

You let out something between a giggle and a snort as a response.

A carefree laugh escapes Eddie as his hands run up and down the length of your legs.

“That's not an answer, live wire.” He teases.

You're used to the banter and teasing with Eddie, but you've forgotten how un-fucking-bearable he can be once he realizes that he has the upper hand.

“Eddie-” You moan his name, hoping that he'll cut you some slack. 

“Tell me something, anything,” He slowly leads a trail of kisses down your leg, stopping just short of your entrance, “and I'll fuck you again.”

A small lick to your entrance inspires you to form words.

“Fuck, Eddie! I- …Good. God, it was amazing,” Your babbling praise continues on, “you were amazing. You and Volt.”

“Better than you imagined?”

You can see that handsome smirk on his face as he draws out another moan from you. 

“Fucking asshole,” You mutter before he pinches some skin on your inner thigh, “Eddie!”

“Cute, but not an answer.” 

As a bit of encouragement, you receive a playful kiss to your clit from him.

“Yes, Eddie, your tongue and Volt's fingers were much better than I imagined.” You manage to say in-between panting breaths.

Eddie groans at the response, which satisfies you. 

Volt? …where is he?

You don't feel the coolness of his touch anymore nor did you hear him in your conversation with Eddie.

“Volt?” You call out to your other lover, and you hear a low curse in the distance.

“I'm here, my sweet spark, I- I just-” His voice breaks as you hear a belt drop to the floor.

Immediately, you sit up, your elbows coming to rest on the table.

“Come here, Volt, let me-” You’re stopped by Eddie pulling on one of your legs, which forces you back down on the table.

“He wants to watch,” Eddie clarifies as you breathe heavily, “and that's all he gets to do.”

You bite your lip as Eddie settles himself near your sex again.

“I'm going to go slower for Volt,” He mumbles against your entrance, “unless you want me to go faster.”

“I-” Your cheeks burn as you speak, “I don't think I'm going to last either way.”

So go fucking nuts, you think to yourself.

A tentative lick to your sex causes you and Volt to moan in unison. Eddie laughs, particularly pleased by this power he has over the two of you, before his mouth explores inside of you once more.

The slower pace he sets is none-the-less pleasurable to you; instead, you're quite pleased with how Eddie carefully lets his tongue touch and explore every bit of you that he can reach. Occasionally, he pauses to breathe and squeeze some skin on your thigh before diving back into you.

He finds a nerve that makes you moan especially loud, and he flicks his tongue against it so you'll make that sound again. 

The only thing grounding you is Volt's groans and other lewd sounds that grow louder and louder as your climax approaches.

Eddie only focuses on you, devouring you, as you squirm and writhe in his grasp.

That familiar red-hot feeling ignites all over your body, and it threatens to consume your very being as you cum hard.

Volt cries out not longer after you do, and you hear Eddie curse into your cunt as he cleans the juices from your sex and thighs.

Your vision is spotty as the ringing in your ears slowly dies down. You can barely focus on anything but the sensation of hands massaging your hips and thighs. Your head is swimming in a blissful state that you don't want to leave any time soon.

You can hear Eddie and Volt chatting in the background, but it sounds like murmuring and muttering to you. You only pick up the occasional mention of your name as another pair of hands comes to rest on your shoulders.

“You get off?” Eddie gruffly asks Volt as your ears begin to pick up their words.

“Of course, my dear Eddie. And you…” Volt pauses for a moment, but you can't tell what he's looking at, “ah, I see. I'll take care of them while you clean yourself up.”

“You sure?”

“I'll be fine, Eddie, just go.” Volt shoos him away before turning his attention to you. “Live wire?”

“Volt?” Your voice is hoarse and quiet, but it's there.

“Can you sit up?”

You slowly rest your weight on your elbows as you force your body up from the table. You blink a few times, allowing the bar lights to blind you for a moment before you can look at Volt.

“Good little spark,” Volt removes his hands from your shoulders so you can sit up fully, “are you sore?”

He walks around the table, fully taking in your body as he scans you for injuries.

“Not that I can tell, no. I think the blankets helped.” You say before Volt grabs your hand.

He interlocks his fingers with yours before pulling your hand to his lips.

“Let us help you feel more comfortable with yourself.” He mumbles into the skin before kissing the back of your hand. “We want you to feel safe around us.”

Your face warms at the gesture.

“I will, Volt, I promise.” A peaceful smile rests on your face.

He kisses your hand again before shooting you a wink.

“Let's clean you up, then.”

With a nearby washcloth and bar towel, Volt makes quick work of the mess between your legs.

“Not like there's much to clean up,” Volt chuckles to himself, “ Our Eddie made sure of that.”

Small kisses are placed all along your thighs as Volt finishes up. A bit of his electric-white hair touches your thigh, and you laugh at the calming buzz it sends through your body.

Volt warmly smiles before brushing the hair back from his face. He moves closer to you, just so he can rest his head on your thighs. He looks up at you with pure admiration and love in his eyes, which makes you melt.

His other hand comes to rest on your stomach, and the two of you stay like that until Eddie returns.

“Come here, Eddie,” Volt calls out to him, “I've got the best view in the house.”

“I can see that.” Eddie laughs - God, that laugh was going to be the death of you - before folding his arms and watching you two from a fair distance away. “Are you done yet?”

“Just a moment longer.”

His eyes take in every mark that was made tonight, and every perfect imperfection on your skin, before he nods at Eddie.

Together, the two of them carry you into the loft that they share. You're surprised when you're set in the bathtub rather than the bed, but the feeling of warm water on your skin doesn't make you question their decision.

Hands reach for and grab the limbs that you're too weak to move. A wave of fatigue rushes over you as the warm water threatens to lull you to sleep. You have to fight off a yawn as soap meets your skin and washes away any sweat or slick that's left on you.

You fully dissolve into their gentle touches and affections as you're pulled out of the tub, dried off, and slowly dressed. 

You rest your head against Eddie's chest as Volt holds your waist from behind.

“Tired?” Eddie moves a bit of your wet hair out of the way as you nod. “We're almost done.”

They lead you to the bed, and you're quickly presented with a glass of water and a bite to eat as Volt pulls you into his arms.

Sleepiness comes far too easily, and once you've finished downing as much food and water as you can take, you curl up into Volt.

“Sleep well, live wire.” He softly kisses your lips before turning your head towards Eddie.

“G'night.” You yawn before leaning over and kissing Eddie's cheek.

“Night, spark.” 

Your head hits the pillow, and you're out before you know it. But who could resist sleep when you're safely tucked between your two lovers who love every bit of you?

[the-real-zhora-salome]

The relationship is the build-up.

I'm not sure what the internet has told you, but it's really not unusual at all for a couple that is in love and committed to each other to want to have children, even without displaying it in neon colours above their house.

And no woman, whether in real life or in fiction, has to declare her desire for motherhood to the world in order for her choice to become a mother to be valid. The only reason it hadn't already happened already was probably that Bix's body and sould had to heal from the trauma before she could conceive.

I agree that Bix sacrificing her relationship with Cassian would be a complete character arc in and of itself, but the existence of a baby does not diminish that at all. It only enhances it. Bix knew that she was carrying when she had the conversation with the force healer (that's been confirmed by Gilroy and Adria), so this will only have strengthened her resolve to leave Cassian. There's even less of a chance that Cassian would have stayed with the Rebellion if he had known about the baby.

I'm also begging you to go back and watch season 2 because you're getting Bix's story so very very wrong. Yes, it's true that we are only dropping in on the characters for a few days at a time, but it's really not that hard to fill in the blanks for what they are doing the rest of the time.

Arc 1: Bix is working as a mechanic on Mina-Rau. She is the bread winner in the family (I doubt that Luthen is paying his operatives a living wage), and she is a respected member of the community there (also the reason why she would want to go back there).

Arc 2: Bix is going on missions with Cassian. She is not "sitting around" on Coruscant. The only reason why she doesn't go to Ghorman with Cassian is because Luthen wants him to go alone (makes more sense for his cover story). What is true is that her being alone during that time compels her to start taking the drug, sadly.

Arc 3: Granted, we don't see it, but it's easy to assume that Bix is working as a mechanic again. She and her skills would be a highly valued asset on a military base, and I doubt that anybody on that base would be allowed to just be there without earning their keep.

So the idea that Bix is just "sitting around and waiting for Cassian" is highly reductive and speaks of a mere surface-level engagement with the show.

if i had a nickel for every time the “progressive” writer of a popular sci-fi show gave its female lead a child in the final episode with little-to-no buildup i’d have TWO nickels, which isn’t a lot, but its weird that it happened twice in the same month, right?

[dakusan]

Good morning, everyone. Hope everyone is doing good, yeah? Cool, that's great.

So, it's come to my attention that a certain something has been going around. A few asks. Some vague posts. A little suspicion sprinkled in like fairy dust. So I thought I'd clear the air...

Bold, italics, em dashes, they aren't exactly AI markers. They're just part of how some people write, some do it for aesthetic flow, for emphasis, some just because it feels better. I'm not saying I always use them correctly. I don't. Really I don't. I use them where I think they look good. And definitely not in the correct grammatical way. I use them purely for visual effect, for aesthetic purposes. I'm not a literature person, I have no idea when you're meant to bold stuff or put stuff in italics or the em dashes. I just do. I like it.

For the record, I use the thesaurus a lot, I like making my sentences clean and I post because I want to, because I like sharing and I want you guys to have fun with me here. That's it, that's literally the entire reason this is happening, specifically the reason why I post filth, like constantly. But that's because I created this schedule JUST for you guys so that you can enjoy the stuff.

If you have doubts, and if you're suspicious, that is absolutely fine. You don't have to follow me or read anything because I'm not going to chase you for that, you're free to go. But I'd really prefer if we didn't stir up drama based on assumptions and vibes.

But yes, I use em dashes, bold, italics, emojis in a VERY EXCESSIVE MANNER but that is also how I text with people, like with lots of laughing emojis and hahahaha's. That's who I am.

Also, ever since ChatGPT entered the room, people have developed this habit of looking at writing styles. Like for example, whether you use bold, italics, dashes, how frequent, etc, and going "Hmm... that's sus." But let me tell you one thing, the logic here is a little funny and completely backwards. AI doesn't create style. AI copies style. It learns from us, from human writing, fandom archives, tumblr posts, ao3 fics, reddit threads, poetry, tweets, captions, comments, literature, etc. It mimics the choices we've made a million times over. And we all agree that AI has no emotion, because it doesn't. The thing with it, specifically ChatGPT, is that it predicts. It is a LLM (large language model) which is based on massive datasets, like we talking MASSIVE datasets, and they generate the most statistically likely next word based on patterns they were trained on. AI isn't ahead of us, it's lowkey chasing us and it will always be chasing us. Because this lil thing is trained on our patterns, our quirks, our masterpieces, everything, so it constantly chases so that it can catch up and mimic.

Anyways, it kinda sucks being on the receiving end of weird suspicion over something like style, but you know what? fair enough. I'm not gonna fight you, nor drag this into some messy drama spiral. If you wanna hate or keep accusing me or sussing me out, that's on you, I can't control that. But I do hope this little announcement clears things up.

And if I ever upset anyone unintentionally, I sincerely apologise.

Well, that's it. Have a nice day, okay?

[bewitched-hours]

boo!! (that didn’t scare you i know) i was actually shaking while typing this out because this was actually the first time for me to request for someone to write something.. 💔💔

anyways!! this idea has been stuck in my head for a while (i hate writing so 😞) i would like a chance  x reader fic angst (IM A SUCKER FOR ANGST I LOVE ANGST RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅)

plot:

reader and chance were like very close, they’re like best buds alright!! reader actually grew feeling towards them but never told him about their feelings (well because they’re scared of rejection of course!!) until they started to hangout with elliot more often now (they got em matching outfits and stuff!!), ignoring reader in the progress (now reader isn’t able to confess their feelings to him now!! *sad trumpet sound*) so now reader starts to get stressed about it, they couldn’t get any sleep because they keep overthinking about it, so then next morning reader tries to like (😵) themselves (ykwim? plus you get the idea 🌚) but then chance runs into them into their cabin and yeah!!

(yes i’ve may had gotten this from a chai bot… possibly…😛 plus im also scared that someone already wrote/requested someone like this already but you don’t have to write this lol 😭😭)

make sure to take care or yourself!!

readers pronouns could be they/them if you prefer that :)

I'll be honest I got confused for a minute before I realized you probably meant the reader tries to 'off' themself and tbh, I don't mind writing that so let's go-

As requested, the reader gets They/Them pronouns~!

Ugh, having a crush on your best friend was the worst.

You've known Chance for what felt like forever and even after arriving at this hellish realm, your feelings for the gambler were still there to torture you.

You were luckily good at hiding them but sometimes your heart was practically screaming at you to just grab their face and pepper it in kisses for being such a cute idiot.

So why were you jealous...?

Chance and Elliot had become awfully close and although you felt guilty for being jealous of their bond, it made you and Chance drift apart. You knew Elliot wasn't intending to split you apart but the jealousy practically ate away in your brain, raising doubts and making you wonder...

The other survivors did try to distract you and help you feel better but it just never seemed to help. You were heartbroken and none of them knew how to help a broken heart. It only worsened when you began to sleep less and less and only confided in Builderman, knowing he wouldn't interfere in the situation and actually offer advice as best he could.

But nothing worked. Not tea or eating a little more, not books or recordings of familiar sounds like rain... You just couldn't get your mind off the fact Chance barely ever spoke to you anymore unless you were helping him... It made your stomach twist and knot...

But you always made sure to cover any marks, hide the bags under your eyes and act normal. Chance had bigger worries than your sorry state after all.

But the others took note of how strained you were. How you forced to keep up appearances and brushed off your shaking with the fact you were still scared of the pain from the killers but in reality you were eating less and getting colder a lot more...

Both Builderman and Shedletsky were first to notice and try to get you to eat more but you would always insist you were fine and refuse their offers. You were stubborn in making yourself suffer as a punishment for whatever you had done wrong. And Builderman was honestly terrified of the path you were taking... Especially when he noticed you talking more to Two Time.

You thought no one would notice when Two Time agreed to let you borrow some stuff from them but nothing escapes the eye of an admin...

You waited for your mind to wake you up early one morning and with cold hands, your hands gripped onto the sacrificial dagger you had borrowed with all the strength you could muster.

This was your breaking point. The guilt, the memories, the hopelessness... You simply had enough of torturing yourself and it wasn't like you could get Chance to listen anymore... He was much more interested in finding Elliot whenever you approached him...

You couldn't blame him. Elliot was a great friend and you? You were nothing. Lesser than the worms that dug through the ground... Uglier than the weeds infecting the grassy fields...

The only worth you could have anymore was to be the sacrificial offering to the Spectre and if you were lucky, it would be enough to make the Spectre release everyone else. At least they'd get their happy endings...

A cut across the throat should do. deep enough to cut open the carotid arteries and make sure your brain would give out first so the pain would be quick.

They'd understand. Two Time could get the dagger back and explain all you've told them. That you wanted to do something to benefit them all and you were simply enlightened by the Spectre. Your death was for their benefit so they should be happy!

Not like your family would care... Your older brother was set to inherit most of your parents' assets anyways so it would be for his benefit too that you're gone! Everyone wins!

But... You hesitated. The dagger's edge sat against your throat with tears staining your face because even after everything... You were still afraid of the pain. Afraid of slipping into the unknown. But you had to be strong and just-

The sound of your door kicking open startled you enough to nearly drop the dagger, only catching it by the blade and not even taking note of the way it dug into your flesh and veins as you looked to the door like a deer in headlights and held it tighter.

It was Chance. Oh, why him?!

"[Reader]!" He practically dashed at you in a frenzy and ripped the dagger from your pale hands. "What the fuck were you..." His words died down, tears running over their face as well as you began sobbing uncontrollably.

"I just... I don't-" You choked out between gasps for air and began to practically shrink into yourself, hands grasping themselves over your chest and squirming to move away but Chance was persistent on hold you close as you soon found yourself pathetically weeping against their shoulder with his arms wrapping around you like you might disappear.

Of course you couldn't have gone through with it... Nothing ever went your way it seemed and this hellish realm wasn't letting it be any different now. "For fucks sake..." Chance had to choke out his own words to focus on comforting you. "I'm so sorry... I fucked up..." He sounded more shocked than anything. As if he hadn't even realized your obvious lies and acting.

"You hate me..." You couldn't help but whimper as your hands began to hold onto Chance as tightly as you could. You fucked up again, just like you always did in your whole life. Chance's hold only seemed to tighten around you though.

"I could never hate you... Never..." He started to calm down a bit as he let go of you and guided you to sit on your bed before attempting to wipe both his and your tears away and forced you to look at them. "You're my best friend... There's no changing that..." He sighed, heading towards the door. "I'll be back in a moment, please stay there."

And it was silent again... That dreadful, painful silence...

You were too tired to wallow though. You didn't even have the strength to cry anymore as you wrapped your blanket around yourself like a comforting shield. It was warm...

Only minutes went by until Chance stepped back in, this time with Elliot in tow as you looked away with the guilt washing over you again. "[Reader], you don't have to say anything but I want you to know whatever made you think I could hate you will be handled." Chance stubbornly pulled off the blanket to help Elliot patch up your hand. How didn't you notice the medkit they were holding?

Your vision felt a little dazed but you were luckily conscious enough to speak. Maybe not fully think but it all seemed to slip out so easily.

All the guilt, the fear, the jealousy, the anxiety, your slow descend into madness... You just stared at your bleeding hand the entire time but knew they were likely both shocked. "Oh fuck..." Chance muttered, shortly moving behind you and hugging you closely once more, kissing the back of your head with tears welling up in their eyes. You were surprised but couldn't do much but flinch at the sudden affection as colour seemed to return to your face slightly.

"I'm so sorry, [Reader], I felt the same way but I was so afraid I just..." Ah, so you had no reason to worry after all and he was even more of a nervous wreck. Elliot didn't seem to really care but then again, he was taking care of your injured hand. "I, for one, can promise that Chance and I are just friends. He talked about you a lot if that helps." He chuckled softly, making your heart flutter as you thought about it.

At least the future was brighter... But recovering from all this will take time...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[writing-with-moss]

Wolverine x f!reader

Synopsis: Girls night at a nightclub leaves you drunk and having your husband take care of you <3

Tw/Cw: nothing much, alcohol mentions, hangover mentions, light language, mostly fluff!

(dividers by @cafekitsune!)

Logan was a frequent bar goer. Anyone who knew him, knew that. Sometimes all he needed was worn in leather seats and a tall glass of beer to relax, and boy did he need to relax a lot. X-men work was difficult stuff, working with kids was difficult stuff. With his biology he couldn't exactly get drunk, the metabolism he had didn't allow it, but if he drank enough he could keep a healthy buzz going. Enough to let him flush and let his head swim. 

You liked to drink with him on occasion, but you were more a nightclub person then whatever Logan had going on. Nightclubs were loud, full of people and usually had those disgustingly sweet cocktails that tasted nothing like alcohol. It was a place to go with your friends and pretend that you weren't an adult and could get sloppy drunk without much of a care. The music was always good, and your lack of a rhythm could be explained away by being tipsy rather than having 2 left feet. 

It was one of those girl night you cherished so much. As you grew older the night on the town hangouts were slowly growing farther apart so you decided to have a college throw back and go clubbing at a very raunchy loud underground place called Studio Lime. You had scoured your closet for any of your old party clothes, and somehow you found some. Stuffed way back in the depths of your clothes collection like you wanted to forget about it. You walked out of the bathroom, squeezing yourself into some shimmery tube top, you definitely didn't have your college body but it was cute. Matched the miniskirt you found, your ass wasn't hanging out per se but it was real close to. 

Logan glances from the kitchen, one of his eyebrows rising. "Babe, what the hell is that?" He points his fork to your outfit like it personally offended him. He had just gotten from one of his late grading nights at the mansion and was currently eating the dinner you left for him in the microwave. 

"My outfit." You huff, pulling the top up. It felt like everything was about to fall out, how the hell did you wear this at 19? "I'm going out, remember? Girls night." You make your way to the kitchen, snagging a tritip piece off of his plate. "Dinner good? I tried a new seasoning pack."

"The steak is wonderful as usual, I'm just not so keen on my wife's ass being out for perverts to look at." His arms wrap around you, hands finding the back of your thighs and squeezing. 

"You're a pervert Logan." You chirp, giggling as he kisses your jaw, dragging his teeth across your skin. A tingle ran up your spine, eyes rolling back in your head. 

"Yeah, I'm your pervert. I'm allowed to do this." You can't help but agree with him, snapping out of the feeling of him kneading your ass. You shimmy away from his touch, giggling as you slip your wedding ring on. 

"This better? So I can tell those perverts I have a man waiting for me at home." You smirk and he shrugs, pulling his leather jacket off the table. You happily take it, pulling it on. "I'll be inside, I wont be too cold."

"You never know. Be safe."

"Will do." You check your phone and start to make it to the door. He follows you. 

"Don't get too drunk." He kisses the back of your head as you reach for the door. 

"I won't."

"Watch your drink." He holds your hands, resting his head onto yours. 

"I will."

"Text me every now and again."

"Logan!" You push him off of you, huffing out a laugh. "Jesus, it's not my first time at a club. I'll text ya when I get home, love you love you love you. Now let me go."

His lips quirk up and he shrugs, leaning off of you. "Worth a shot."

You stumbled onto the sidewalk, hearing your friends slurred giggles from the car. You give them a thumbs up and a wobbly smile, dragging your bare feet to the front door, high heels hooked onto your fingers. 

You reach for the door handle but it's suddenly down and then the door is open and you fall smack into your husband. "Oh hi…" You pat his chest, cheek smushed against it. "Your tits caught me!"

"Inside. now." What a grouch. He drags you up by your hips, carrying you inside as he grumbles about you being drunk off your ass and unsafe. But his hold was too gentle for him to be actually mad at you.

You flop onto the couch, the warmth of the house made you feel so sleepy. A yawn starting to bubble in your throat. You stretch out like a particularly long cat, rolling over as your hazy eyes track Logan. He lifts you up into a sitting position. "Won't get drunk my ass, you liar." He unzips the back of your shirt and gently folds it on the coffee table. "Look at ya." His voice softens when he says that, before gently moving your hair out of your face.

"M'sorry Lo." You offer weakly, resting your cheek in his palm. It was warm, calloused and rough. You liked how scruffy and scratchy he was. All of this lecturing started to make you feel real shitty bout the whole thing. You didn't mean to get so drunk, but you always got carried away.

"Don't apologize." He pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto the arm rest. Alright, leg up.." He helps you shimmy out of your skirt, helping settle your underwear back onto your hips and rubbing your legs gently. "Let's get ya comfy yeah?" You lazily pull on his shirt and rest against him as he scoops you up, bridal style.

"So…so strong." You giggle, squeezing his bicep and resting your head against his shoulder. His shirt was big on you, felt like you were wearing a tent. He smelled like, well him. If you had to give it a smell, a mix of cigar smoke, coffee and wet bark. 

"Strong for you." He finally dumps you back in your room, tucking you in with a soft kiss to the forehead. "No more clubbing yeah? I'll take you to a nice place for a drink some day, get you away from the party." You stuck your nose into his hip, pawing around and snuggling against his leg. He couldn't help but chuckle, ruffling your hair.

"I'm sorry…again." You sounded so pitiful. The edges of sleep starting to creep in, starting to drag you under. But before that could happen you hear the crinkle of a bag, sniffling out of your sleep as you lazily sit up. "Chips?"

"Carbs. Eat." he sets the bag in your lap and settles behind you on the bed, cradling you up. You happily indulge.

Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. You didn't mean to groan, but movement hurt. Muscles felt like they just got pulled apart in a taffy stretcher and your head pounded to the beat of a bad garage drummer. 

"regretting the alcohol?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. You didn't know where he was in the room so you just raised your hand and flipped the whole room off. He laughed at you, his hand finding your back as the bed noticeably dipped under his weight.

"I hate you." you were too hungover to have much venom in your voice and you heard the click of a glass on the bedside table. "…Tylenol?"

"Aspirin. Tylenol's not good for your liver." His hand squeezes your waist, before kissing your neck. "Take that and go back to sleep"

"Got it." 

[karanseraph]

Priorities is a useful way to think about our situation, I think.

Because, if your priority is respect fellow thinking, feeling beings, then a lot of stuff going on in the world looks like absolute inconceivable petty, cruel shit, because you want a social safety net and peace and a world where humans take care of each other, to the point where you still *want* to respect that some people chose the terrible path. And you're in a dilemma.

But if you are the person who prioritizes profits above all else, the world looks like opportunity for you to be *that one* to profit off others. Landlording is awesome. Denying safety nets and turning them into incentive programs only the most useful and exploitable candidates can earn is brilliant. Getting rid of services for the public good if they can't make a profit and raising prices for the privilege of using them is genius. Using public lands for industry and development at a profit is savvy. And, criminalizing all difference to get a captive population of legal slave laborers while also laundering public funds to private prison corporations is just hilariously the best.

But there aren't just two priorities. There are many.

For some the priority may be satisfying themself that their religious beliefs are true and getting others to follow that path, even by force if the others aren't believers. Why not use all your influence and donations of your followers to get public laws changed to specifically favor your own world view? That's what God would want, right? Even if you do a few sins to get His way, that'll be forgiven.

And there's people whose priority is just getting themselves and their immediate family to survive another day to the point they can't even think about things that don't immediately and directly affect them personally.

It a problem. Getting people with different priorities to agree to do even a few things together while keeping them from destroying the whole planet. It's such a monumental task. How could anyone do it?

I think, if there's an answer, we don't try to do it all at once all across the world. It leaves those who disagree no egress so they become cornered and defensive and more terrible in their extinction bursts.

But, we should *try* to work with those closest to get smaller groups to cooperate. And we should network when we can to get those small groups to work with similar or allied ones elsewhere. And we should keep going, even if things seem bad.

But importantly, you want to instill in the younger generations the priorities you really think are best for all of us. This is so important. Because the ratios can change. Certain priorities can become more prevalent into the future.

But, we have to remember, people with other priorities can also be smart and know this. They will try to get the younger generations to go their way. They will offer money, or assurances of spiritual salvation, or a platform, or a constructed helpmate to depend on.

It's just vital to survive, work together, be examples for the young, and as much as possible make allies to get things done, even if you know, down the road, priorities will pull some of those allies away from you. It seems like using them, it is, but it's a mutual and cognizant use for a time to achieve short-term necessities.

And if someone says "XYZ law or policy will protect kids" then you ask for specific details on how any real child's life will be directly improved.

That need to continue for future generations is a common priority for many, meaning it's often an exploit.

But think of it like what's important than "protect kids"?

"Enable kids to thrive and learn in a way those kids are comfortable with."

Maybe policies that do that?

So, survive, be an example for those younger, and cooperate when you can, and enable kids to thrive even when you're not there. Maybe not in that order.

So student loan forgiveness is okay as long as it's for masked agents who are ripping people off the streets? Hello?

[privitivium]

omg i need more big brother ogata.. reader never had a good relationship with his big brother because of lack of communication, but one day ogata reaches out and invites him to spend a day with him.

they go out to eat, they watch a movie and now they’re heading to ogata’s apartment for games.

it was ok until ogata said he needed a favor, and reader being an idiot agreed not knowing what he was signing up for.

reader tries denying him once ogata is basically ripping off his clothes and ogata uses childish sayings “no take backs.”

him using his weight to keep little brother reader pinned, legs over his shoulders as he fucks into him

this has literally been plaguing my mind after reading the first brother ogata idea..

modern icky bro ogata rambles,,, 

man whatevrrr.,,, fucking lay it on me!!! || dark rambles... tw ncest. noncon... hh

but next thing you know, he's hitting you up,,,. you didnt even know he had ur number!! heart dropped a little when you heard his voice on the line after distractedly picking up... where did he get your number? shit has he always had it??? inviting you out - he mustve had a really big change in his own life to be so nice out of the blueㅡdare you say he missed you. maybe you can talk about it later. you dont wanna potentially ruin things...

maybe hyakunosuke's been around all this time. watching you from afar ,,, because he still cares in his own weird way, you know.

til hes reaching out, totally scaring you out of your wits !!! ;;all you've ever known was him being a standoffish lurker and never talking to you again after moving out. you never wonder what you did, never feel guilty for no reason - because ur not at fault here! he was always like that. brushing you off and disappearing like a little weirdo... yes, a true lack of communication.

goshh big brother made such a nice life for himself. ur sooo happy to be invited back into his life. such an adventurous day, movies, running around the city, hyakunosuke letting you do all the talking about your life so far. feels so surreal. he was actually having fun with you. smiling, eyes crinkled and even shining! 

in reality... stalker big brother seeing his lil bro be put through the bed by some musclehead. felt sick to his stomach... that was not his little brother.. couldnt have been. naked and writhing against another man's body?!! jealousy strikes ! youve got no idea what else hyakunosuke has in store. following along because you're just so ecstatic to be around him again... to see you have so much fun without him, living ur life without complications,,, hyakunosuke wanted to be apart of that. 

it was going so so well. til he was leading you to his apartment,,, "i live close, don't worry about going home. i'll take care of you,," he said it as if he wasnt giving you a choice. and hey, what if you had work?! good thing you didnt... ㅡ "but i don't know about all that, ahaha..." awkward as ever around ur suddenly demanding sibling,,,

at his apartment, being shown around his homely yet blank space,, showing you the knickknacks you made him as a kid - some stupid drawings you made and even pictures he kept all this time not talking to you. and, after successfully getting you all sentimental, he hits you with the ;; "actually... do you mind doing me a favor? nothing big, i just-"

"of course!!" without even hearing him out first? you must be as eager as he is.

"you're doing me a favor." he reminds gently. when did he get his pants off?? “no take backs. you said of course...” hyakunosuke smug as he handles you, thrown on ur back with a few spit lubed fingers roaming intimately - all too easily,,, pinned under his weight, squirming like a bug trapped under a shoe,,, his lil bro has always been on the weaker side. grinding all his frustrations into your taint, eager to leave his mark on you

"oh... i guess i didn't have anything to worry about afterall..." he gives you a lopsided smile, advances carefully w arms halfway out

ur face burning hotly. is he gonna give you a hug?? ,,, eyes closed, smiling awkwardly, waiting patiently... but the hem of ur shirt is grabbed instead, yanked over your head - "wah! what are you doing?!" shrieking, scandalized!

poor thing exhausted from struggling and what a fun day you had. hyakunosuke using you and so fluidly moving you about his huge prick - "nnm-nuh-nooo... don't... hy- hyakunosuke, pleaseee,,, " squirming; hole fluttering as you feel his huge fucking loads of cum dribbling down the cleft of your ass,,, all embarrassed all of a sudden,,!! what's wrong, bro? embarrassed that ur big bro knows all your little sweet spots despite being a total stranger?? 

handling you meanly,, sure to leave bruises and disgusting hickes strewn about. gotta make sure you remember what he can do to you,,, looming over you,,, new memories to be made.,,,, 

embracing the freakiness. mannn whatever. so hyped for october bro

[blossombabbles]

Tokyo debunker boys reaction to Mc asking them to kill her: Vaggastrom

A/n: Thank you at @xienperna for the inspo omg I saw this yesterday and started writing at work!! 💖💖💖 Made myself sad too oml 😔

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His brows twitched at the words, they felt sharp and sudden. Equally as much as a knife to his chest, something he was feeling vividly about now. The chair creaked as he turned around, facing you with this look in his eyes no one could place, determination, maybe? Heartbreak seemed far more likely.

Slowly, he stood, every movement taking far more effort than anticipated, a new weight thrown onto his back, like he was always carrying the body. His hand lifted, gentle and slow as to not startle or scare you when he moved, placing it on your head. The softness of your hair beneath his palm almost soothing in its own way, despite him not being the person who needed comfort right now.

"I will never be the person to bring you harm."

It was stated with finality. No room to argue about circumstance.

"I know you're scared." His knees cracked, lowering himself to the bed, taking his time to sit beside you, slowly sliding his hand off your head. He couldn't meet your gaze, shame and guilt pressing down on his eyes and making it impossible, "... I don't know how to give you the reassurance you want. But I won't kill you. Even if you change, I won't be the one to do it."

"If?" You respond.

"If." He awkwardly offered his arm, letting you fall into him. Unable to find the right words to assure you that it would be alright, that something would change. If all he could do was hold you, if that made you feel better, he'd spend the rest of his life doing it and never taking another.

"Tch-" he clicked his tongue, which was seriously more annoying to do with the piercing on it. Without hesitation he flicked your forehead, dull but poignant.

"I thought we were done being stupid. But I guess for you it's some kind of Olympic sport," he leaned back on his heel, staring down with eyes of complete disregard and annoyance, "congrats, you just won first prize."

He thought you'd already slapped the book end on this, decided you had been dumb enough to feel so helpless before but now here you go again, like you didn't get enough forehead flicks for a liferime. Leo's eyebrows remained mixed together, practically forcing wrinkles on his pretty face while the sneer remained adequately in place. Yet all he could feel behind it was pity, pity for the small creature who felt such a need to secure a spot in heaven before it dared to look for them first.

"I just-"

"What, want to die to some explosive bubble gum? Yeah, what a cute way to go. Totally on the top 10 ways to die, I heard."

Your pain had always been great, greater than he could have possibly understood, hell, he hardly even understood your position. But if it felt anything like making a deal with the devil, you'd have to fight tooth and nail to get through it. Which is exactly what he expected of you. You just needed more ammunition, fine, that's what he'd give you.

"Are you going to keep being pathetic? Or are you going to figure this out?"

"I ... Don't ..."

"Tell me. It's your life. How do you wanna spend it? Crying? Screaming? Throwing up? Dreaming of what could have been? Planning your damn funeral or are we going to get up and work?" He leaned back, eyes steady, unwavering, talking with all the force he usually pushed you around with, "so tell me what we're doing."

"Thought we already agreed you're gonna keep trying," the biker retorted without much hesitation.

He'd been waiting for this, thought about it a thousand different times a thousand different ways, the thought of letting you go was constant in his mind. Of course it was. He was sure it was worse for you, damn, it had to be, stuck with a lack of control and a system that claims everything yer gives back nothing.

The moment that was warm only a couple minutes ago feels cold enough to prickle his skin beneath that stupid uniform jacket. He's yet to cast a glance your direction, unable to, worried about the resolve he'd built up and how easily you could make it crumble.

"... I just want some insurance." You suggest, drawing your finger against the takeout container he'd so wonderfully brought over as a pick me up.

"Gonna keep planning for the worst case. I get it. But I'm gonna be honest, doubt the school will let ya get that far." He sighed, awkward, feeling that tension in his cheeks, straining his head to glance around your fucked up dorm.

"No, I mean ... The day before-"

"No. Okay? No," finally broke from his lips, watching your face fall as he finally willed himself to look at you, guilt punching him in the chest hard enough to wind, "Listen, [y/n], I don't wanna piss on your funeral, taking the control back by at least dying on your own terms. That's fine. I get it. But asking people to kill you is a pretty huge ask."

Sighing out the stress, repeatedly running his fingers through his hair like it was the only way he knew to self soothe, feeling the constant twitching of his lips - caught between wanting to speak and say nothing.

"You're gonna turn me into Mido if you do that," it was the worst attempt at a joke and instantly he felt like an ass for saying it, "plan the other parts of your funeral. Don't plan the death. I'd do anything but kill you. You want me to cater it? I'll do it. You want flowers stacked up in some weird symbol, I'm on it, but I can't kill you."

It was firm, but his fingers reached out to your shoulders, trying to be kind, trying to reassure in his own way.

"You're too important."

[guppygills]

so do you agree that it's a type of misogyny? then there's really no need to argue. there are specific forms of misogyny that different types of women face, black women who have to deal with racist misogyny, disabled women who have to deal with medical professionals' misogyny a lot, the way that butch women are harassed. these are not experiences that every single woman will have, but they all stem from the fact that their tormenters see them as lesser for being female.

Men who identify as trans women often do not unlearn their ingrained biases against real living female people. So many of them think they're somehow better and more enlightened for choosing to be trans women, than a trans man is for choosing to be a trans man. Especially in the minds of autogynephilic "trans lesbians" who say they transition because "they want there to be more women in the world". They want to possess the image of a woman because they're attracted to women. Real women can choose to leave him one day. So he has to have his own "girl" who can never ever ever be taken away from him: himself in drag. They hate other men because they see them as unattractive competition. So they also absolutely loathe women making themselves unattractive and physically "masculine". They try to copy the tone of radical feminist separatists, but they really just have the rage of incels against the chads. That's why they think it's "oppression" if people are choosing not to have sex with them.

So women who choose to take testosterone and spend time around these kinds of guys are definitely going to face a unique form of misogyny.

but here, let's compare some chan screenshots

on tumblr, the dudes realize they can't talk like this openly. they have to pretend to at least have some kind of altruistic political principle or else the women won't listen to them at all. they have to figure out a way to keep stringing women along. that's why they keep coming up with all these convoluted political theories that amount to "you don't know what you're talking about if you're AFAB/TME, trans women are the ones who understand how the world works, so you always need to defer to them and never contradict them."

it creates such a repressive culture because then all the women are just looking for an opportunity to jump on another woman for saying the "wrong" thing, or having an uppity tone, or even just not praising trans women enough constantly forever and ever, all just to look like a "better" AFAB in the eyes of these greasy scrotes. It's the same old pickme bullshit. "Ooooh I'm not like other girls, I don't have sensitive feewings! I can take a joke." Yet if you throw the banter back at the guys this time, they will accuse you of transmisogyny. They're allowed to shill it out but they can't take it. You know this is what men say about women all the time. So imagine if a man wanted to take revenge on women for being "sensitive bitches" by becoming an ultra-sensitive bitch, in his eyes: "giving women a taste of their own medicine". Men don't know what it's like to be women, they only know what they have observed and what they think, and the cultural memes surrounding it. What if they think those memes are instrinsic to "being a woman"?

Transadrophobia = sexism

It is simply the realization by females that they still experience female oppression despite the sex or gender identity of their oppressor. The blow up in the trans community is primarily because the promise that females can escape sexism via gender identity has been broken.

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Beyond The Screen.

Octavinelle Part.

[Heya, author here. I don't know how to explain this one, honestly I wrote it all at like midnight so I don't remember much of it. Editing is for people who don't wanna go read Caters dream. So please enjoy my eepy fueled story! And as always, remember to drink some water and get some rest! And have a great rest of your day!]

One of the last things you would've expected after downloading a game like twisted wonderland, is for the characters to leave the dang game and show up irl! But things rarely go as you expect, and this is something it's nice to be wrong about.

It was a pretty regular day when it happened, just sitting down and playing twst. Only for an impromptu single pull on the banner, turning into SSR particles and a fancy coffin. Of course you're getting excited. But instead of showing your new card, you have the character fall right out of your screen onto the floor in front of you. Oh goodness gracious...

---------------Azul Ashengrotto----------------

Azul tumbles out of the screen clumsily, barely managing to catch himself with a spell before faceplanting on the floor. Though his glasses did fall off, he needs to fix these first impressions right away! So before picking them up, he instead turns to you (Or the fuzzy outline of you.) and begins what sounds like a pre practiced speech.

"Ahem, my dear player, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance~ I, Azul ashengrotto, have come to offer you a deal! No need to be wary, I assure it's nothing like those ones people signed during exam season. I merely want you to allow me to stay in your home for the foreseeable future, in exchange for services such as cleaning and cooking! Isn't that an agreeable deal? And I won't even make you sign a contract, just a verbal agreement and a handshake will do~"

Despite a little more squinting during the proposal than he'd intended, and his hand being a little to the right. It doesn't seem like a bad deal all in all. Now listen, you'd probably never sign a contract for this dude. But, no contract. So after a few nerve wracking moments for Azul, he sighs with relief as you place the glasses back on his face, and shake his hand, agreeing to his terms.

The relief he felt was immense, he knew that you knew about who he was. So he's a surprised you actually agreed, but glad nonetheless. Once he regains his composure properly (and stops staring at you in awe of how pretty you look now that he has his glasses again) he'll start right on his end of the deal. He can't give you a chance to back out now!

-a few months later-

Things have been going smoothly, all according to Azuls plans! He's made himself an unremovable part of your life, and your home has never been neater. Plus all your meals are amazing nutritionally wise, and pretty good tasting. Altogether, it should be perfect, right? Just say it's all perfect and stop talking about him going home.

Have you noticed it already? The hours he spends making failure after failure so your meals are perfect? The anxiety hidden beneath the surface? He wouldn't normally be this worried, but you know. You know everything he wanted to keep a secret. Can you tell how scared he is that he isn't doing enough? Please, just stop talking about his home. It isn't fair...

"Hm? Going home? Well of course I shall go home eventually, but our partnership here is a little more beneficial for the time being. As you well know, I'm a business man at heart. So until this deal runs dry, let's just continue like this~"

Azul will keep grasping for this life with you as long as he can, eventually he plans for you to sign a contract with him so you could never leave. So don't ruin it before then...

------------------Jade Leech-------------------

Jade is cunning, but not the quickest on his feet. So you get the absolutely once in a lifetime chance to see him face first on the floor, and completely caught off guard. Believe me, this never happens, so enjoy this for the brief moments you can before he picks himself up and brushes himself off. Then turns and smiles at you like that didn't just happen, offering a hand in greeting.

"Why hello, it's a pleasure to meet you of course. I've been waiting a long time to meet the illustrious player. I wish I had a gift to present to you, I did arrive unannounced after all. I hope you'll excuse that oversight on my part. Hm, this is the place the player resides in? You have quite the quaint abode. Would you mind terribly if I stayed here until I find my way back home?"

Despite how normal the words are, his tone is absolutely terrifying. He IS staying here, you don't have a say in this. In good news, he probably won't kill you? In not as good news, it's only a probably. But hey, maybe you can just ignore all those red flags, and signs, and honestly everything, and just accept the eel into your home and heart. I mean, he's gonna do that whether you want it or not, so it might be a good idea to just give in now.

Jade is already planning out how to make sure you never want him to leave, he knows that you've already seen a lot of his "behind the mask" so he's interested in seeing how you'll act knowing all that. Everything about you is just... Interesting. He can't wait to see how this all turns out (Cue evil laugh).

-a few months later-

Everything about you is just so fun, he loves learning all about what makes you tick. How flustered you could be when he holds your face in his gloved hand, and makes you look up into his eyes with that dang smile on his face. And he must admit he's starting to feel similarly, a strange experience. Sometimes he'd give you money with unknown origins so you'll stay home for a day, just don't ask where it came from. You Really don't wanna find out.

Jade is an expert at mind games, but it seems you still are able to find his weakness. You keep asking about when he plans on returning home, just the thought of it is revolting. Why would he abandon such a fun new... Ah probably shouldn't finish that line of thought. But nevertheless, you keep asking, and he keeps deflecting. And this will probably continue forever, or at least as long as this remains interesting~

"I should go home soon? Why yes, I assure you I'm working on a way home at every free moment. But it's all so difficult, I thank you for your patience with this horrid matter. In the meantime, shall I pour you a cup of tea? I made it fresh for you when I heard you come in."

Don't be fooled by his smile, he knows he already has you trapped. And who in their right mind would let their prey escape so easily?

------------------Floyd Leech------------------

Sure Floyd might've fallen on his face, but he has a big grin as soon as he sees you. You're the fun person behind shrimpy! Hehe, he's been wanting to meet'cha ever since he first noticed you way back then! He leans in close to your face as he speaks, looking as deranged as always :D

"Ehhh, it's the player? ahaha, I've wanted to see ya for awhile! You're cuter without that annoyin' screen in the way~ I just wanna squeeze you till you pop! ...huh you have an okay place I guess, it could definitely be a little more fun though~ You should draw a picture of me and hang it up!"

He gets so close your faces are practically touching, but he eventually sighs and turns a little to sit down next to you. Practically glued to your side as he does. ...is this a sign for things to come? I mean, you Could kick him out now, but why tho? This could be fun! Chilling with a erratic eel that popped out of your screen, I mean what's the worst that can happen?

Floyd is already looking forward to that~ what sorta chaos can he pull in this world? Ooh, he remembers this world doesn't have magic, that'll be super fun to mess around with! And this world has the player! Betcha all the guys back home would be super jealous of him right now~ He can't wait to try everything he's wanted to with you! And he knows for a fact it'll be fun!

-a few months later-

Well... Life has certainly become more... Fun? Is that the right word??? Since Floyd showed up. Every morning is a gamble as to whether your home is gonna be a mess from a random idea Floyd had, or sparkling clean since he had an urge to clean up and see your reaction. Speaking of, make sure to praise him for that, otherwise it's gonna be just the mess for awhile. And somehow he just has money??? Where? When? How??? Yeah, you aren't getting answers to any of those questions. Probably magic?

Well in any case, Floyd has certainly been enjoying himself! I mean he gets to have fun and hang out with you everyday! He's only had a few bad days since coming here, and they've always happened whenever you're being extra pushy about him going home. Like geez, when are ya gonna get it? You're way too oblivious if you think he ever is gonna go home before this gets boring.

"When do I wanna go home? Later. It's way more fun here~ you've been asking a lot recently, ...do you really wanna get rid of me that bad? Dang player, here I'd thought you'd be happy with just me. Guess I'll have to try harder! what's with that look on your face? Are ya scared~"

Floyd looks terrifying, but hey, might as well make the best of this. Since no matter the horrors about to be unleashed, with Floyd doing it, they're certain to be fun! (For Floyd)

[sugarcubesandinsanity]

What if reader got burnt out to play games and stop playing for a really long time (months maybe?) and in the mean time pay attention to their other interests that is not related to playing digital games in general (example watching or reading a bunch of series)

You can ignore this if you want and have a good day! :D

Also sorry if my grammar is bad

okay i can relate to this cause i lowkey go through that with the games i play 💔 (genshin, crk, pjsk the list goes on honestly) i even took a break from hsr during topaz's release BUT since then i haven't really taken a long hiatus from the game (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

well... let's just say.... the hsr characters feel neglected. it's so unlike you to not log in for so much time, they start to panic and worry. (some more than others.) wondering if something happened to you. of course, phainon is the first to freak out within 24 hours (average anxious attachment puppy) but... after a week or two, the rest of the characters can't help but wonder as well. what if phainon IS right and you got eaten by a shark while you were sailing across the seven seas in order come back to them? (well, only stelle agreed with him but alas. he's grateful for the support nonetheless.)

so eventually, the genius society members alongside silver wolf did a lilllll tinkering with your device to access your camera without you having to open the game. and thankfully, you weren't eaten by a shark and was just chilling in your bed. they all collectively sighed in relief. (someone was particularly loud)

if you were reading a book, they'd try and look it up by searching it in your browser while you aren't watching. i can see characters like castorice, firefly or sunday be interested in reading it as well! (and phainon obviously)

as for a showw well, that would be easier for the cast to watch alongside you! although the game isn't open, silver wolf can work her magic and access the tab you're watching and baam! free show for them all ‼️‼️ they have nothing better to do anyways so why not give it a try? maybe when you're back, they can subtly bring it up. (phainon has a whole journal dedicated to the show for you)

you can come back to them anytime! they're all happy you're safe and sound. just... don't keep them waiting. who knows what a certain someone will do?

[finniestoncrane]

o em gee if ur up for it can you guy Gardner x fem reader where he indulges in a role play fantasy!!!

Guy Gardner x Fem!Reader, word count: 2k anon of course i was up for this omg are you kidding me??? guy getting to try on his acting chops (although not really, he's just playing himself lmao) with an ending that has him flustered but still thinking he's in control???? YEAH 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: roleplay, villain x hero dynamics, dialogue heavy, forceful (consensual), blowjobs, cum swallowing, ball sucking because i'm a fiend for it

Cornered. Nowhere to go. Face to face with the face of the Justice Gang. There was no other option but to fight. So you raised your arm quickly and threw out your best punch.

"You know… It's pretty shocking that you'd be - Hey! Ow! What the fuck?"

Well, not quite best. You were holding back considerably. You didn't actually want to hurt him. But it was clear from the interruption to his rant that you hadn't anticipated your own strength.

"What? Did that actually hurt?"

Guy held his palm over his bicep where you'd landed your punch, a playful one, not even your full strength. You wondered if it hurt more emotionally than physically, but the way he whined and pouted suggested it might be both.

"A little, yeah!"

"Wow. And you're what stands between us and the bad guys?"

"Are we still… Is this still a part of the roleplay?"

You realised you were being fairly rude, and decided to take the out.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. The bad guys, as in me."

With a sigh, Guy tossed back his head, his perfectly trimmed bangs falling briefly out of place before flopping back into his signature style when he looked back at you.

"I don't think this is going to work if you're not going to be more… I dunno, submissive? I mean I get that we're doing the whole good guy and bad guy thing, but you need to be… shittier? At being a villain?"

"Skipping past the fact you think I'm good at being a villain, what do you want me to do? You agreed to this!"

He raised his hands, a defensive maneuvre, worried that if he annoyed you enough then the roleplay might end, which would also dash any hopes he had of wetting his dick that evening. Especially if he was the one to put you in a mood. So he quickly tried to explain himself. He was old enough to know that he had to use his words sometimes, that not everything could be solved with some form of physicality.

"Humour me, ok? I don't actually think you'd be dumb enough to get caught if you were a criminal mastermind. Which you obviously could be, since you're so smart and capable. But maybe..."

You smiled at the compliment he managed to squeeze in, his attempt at digging himself out of the hole he was circling. He was trying, so you threw him a line, an inkling of what he wanted from you settling in your mind.

"Maybe I let myself get caught?"

Guy felt his chest tighten, excitement threatening to burst through and ruin the cool exterior he was desperately trying to maintain at all times. You got it. This was why he was with you. You just got him.

"Yeah! Yeah... Maybe you wanted to get caught."

"So I could secure a one on one audience with none other than Guy Gardner. The sexiest hero the Green Lantern Corps has to offer."

Guy brought his hands together in front of him, flexing them together, his ring glowing ever so slightly as he wondered what kind of construct could keep you in place while he ravaged you. Once he had you subdued, as per the roleplay of course. As you continued talking to him, your words almost sickly sweet, heavy on your lips with the seductive tone you adopted, he focused on his breaths, deep but wuiet.

"Because y'know I've been aching to be alone with him. With you. So much so that it might even have driven me to this life of crime. Look at me, monologuing like a typical villain. I just can't help it though. I want to spill everything out, confess it all to you."

He took a few steps closer to you, and you copied them, stepping backwards until you were up against the wall, Guy's formidable stature encroaching on you. He didn't even need to try, he was genuinely imposing, and you could understand why he would make as good a hero as he truthfully was. If you had been a villain, you imagined you would fold under the pressure of his deep, intense gaze. As it was, though, you weren't about to be taken in for questioning or shipped off to Belle Reve. You were going to experience the other things that made Guy Gardner so amazing. And with that anticipation settling in your chest, you shivered when he spoked.

"Go on, then. Spill it."

With a faux frantic gasp, hands clasped in front of your chest as though you were pleading for some kind of sympathy, you kept up the charade.

"I just wanted you to notice me! To speak to me. To see me. And now, here we are. Face to face, at last. I suppose… I wonder if you have any questions for me, Green Lantern? Or are you planning on taking me in for a more formal interview?"

"Oh, we can go off record for sure, baby. But it's all going to end up the same way."

You pouted as he leaned in, a soft whine in your throat as you reached your hands out to cup his cheeks. Guy was fast, though, and he had your wrists pinned together and above your head against the wall in just one of his large, wide hands, thick fingers strong enough to hold you there. Though you wouldn't have put up much fight to get out of that particular position. You could tell he was enjoying himself now. You were playing into his ego, the only thing he enjoyed being stroked more than his cock and balls, and you kept it up.

"What's the point of leaving it up to the justice system to punish me. You are the justice system, as far as I'm concerned. Maybe you should take it upon yourself to puinsh me right now. I don't think anything could be more conducive to reformation that a lesson from Guy Gardner himself. Maybe you could show me the way?"

Guy let go of your wrists only long enough to place his palms on your shoulders. He thumped your body into the wall, holding you there with his strength, not entirely forcefully, not enough to hurt you, but with a lot more might than he had used moments ago. It seemed he was really getting into this now.

"You're trying to tempt me into breaking my vows, huh?"

Looking up at his through your half-lidded eyes and with a sultry pout you nodded. In response, he scoffed, laughing at you before focusing his narrowed, deep green eyes in your direction.

"I can't believe you thought that would work on me! The oldest trick in the book. I could go out and find someone to… Doesn't matter. The point is, I eat villains like you for breakfast."

You stifled a laugh at his cheesy line, hoping that he didn't speak to actual criminals like this. It was eye-opening to roleplay as an enemy with him, and it was difficult not to giggle at the way he seemed to operate. And you sensed he might have realised that you weren't as threatened by him as he hoped, because his cheeks flushed a light pink and his eyes darted from you to the floor. Only momentarily, but enough that you noticed. So you felt like you had to make it up to him.

Even though your eyes had been trained on his the entire time, you would have had to be blind not to notice the tent forming at the front of his white pants. The obvious bulge motivted you, suggesting you were doing a good job playing your part. You reached for it, palming at it over the material, feeling it throb lightly.

"I think this is working on you though, Guy. Why not give into your obvious desires. I could show you things that good girls never could."

He smiled, leaning into you, his cheek grazing past yours as he pressed his lips to your ear and whispered.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I think I'm done with this interview. The right to remain silent is more of a demand, now. And I think you need to do something else with that mouth of yours."

His palms slipped to the top of your shoulders, pushing you down to your knees, tentatively at first to sense for any resistance, but when he realised you were going willingly, he put all of his muscle into it. Once you were comfortable enough, your head at the right height, you tugged at his belt, removing it unceremoniously. Forgetting the point of it all, losing the overly seductive personality you'd been adopting, you were motivated now only by your own salivation, the prospect of tasting him driving you.

With your fingers hooked into the top of his pants, you pulled them down quickly, brushing over his cock and groaning when it bounced free. Stiff, firm, not as impressive in length as it was in girth, and completely perfect. You placed your hand at the base, brushing against his manicured pubic hair, much redder than you ever remembered, particularly in contrast to the his blonder bowl cut. Then, as a satisfied smile crept onto your cheeks, you parted your lips and lowered your head down onto him.

The taste of his skin was so familiar to you now, but you still appreciated every tingle of it over your tastebuds. The way he smelled as your nose pressed down to his abdomen, taking every inch of him to your throat. The way he felt against your cheeks as you hollowed them to suck harder, the veins adorning his length throbbing on your tongue, the tip hitting your throat as his cock twitched in pleasure.

Saliva dripped from your lips as you pulled yourself off of his head with a sigh and a mischievous smile. Guy's legs were trembling, all of his focus spent on keeping himself upright and not embarrassing himself in front of you. But he was close, dangerously so. And as benevolent as you usually were, you remembered the role you had taken on. So rather than being kind, you opted to be cruel.

"Hey, hey, don't stop. I'm in charge, I'll tell you when to- oh fuck!"

You lay your tongue out flat, hanging over your lower lip and onto your chin. With his cock held up right, you stroked it firmly, his balls bouncing with the movement and smacking against your outstretched tongue. Your sticky saliva coated them, the vibrations of your moans and giggles sending shockwaves over the sensitive skin. Sneaking a kiss to them as they came into contact with you, you could feel his balls tightening, rising up of their own accord as he came closer to losing himself.

"Oh, oh, oh, okay. Okay. Okay. Get out of the way."

He batted your hand away from him, taking control of his cock, masturbating violently, his grip and pace far more frantic than yours was.

"Stick out that tongue for me."

Dutifully, you did as you were told. No point in pretending that you didn't want this as bad as he did. The roleplay was over for you. This was just you and Guy and your insatiable desire to please him.

"That's it, that's it… Good girl… You ready? You better be ready… Here it comes… Here it…. comes… Fuck!"

One long, forceful shot and Guy's cum landed on your tongue, your cheeks watering as you tasted it. Three more spurts spread his seed over your lips and your chin, the thick, white liquid dripping over your tongue and threatening to spill out. But Guy moved his finger and thumb to your chin, pushing it up and closing your mouth.

"Uh-uh. You're gonna swallow that. Gotta make sure you come away from this with a little bit of good inside you. Otherwise my job wouldn't be done, would it?"

You smiled, gratefully letting him caot your tongue and then disappear down your throat.

[ptej1980]

love your blog. I have a question for you about your thoughts on Nicola inserting herself into this SM friendship with Antonia. Antonia's mum has previously liked comments on IG comparing Nicola's looks to Antonia's, Antonia has given hints of being pro Israel back in 2024 and didn't share Nicola's Gaza fundraiser (Luke did) and now she's showing glitzy yachting holiday shots only 200miles away from a genocide that Nicola is passionately fundraising for. And Nicola is liking her post within minutes. I don't understand why she is even inserting herself in anything to do with this girl, who seems so far removed from the kind of person Nicola is. Is this all to support Luke? Part of contract obligations? Or can Nicola just put aspects of peoples views and lives into little boxes and not look at the bigger picture? Sorry, just something I have been thinking about over the last few days and this latest stunt has me even more confused. And I'll be honest my respect for Nicola is going down where previously I felt that she was 100% genuine about how she portrays herself and her causes.

Honestly I do not think we will ever know 💯 the real story behind why Nic is suddenly liking 🐜 posts after so long. It may be an obligation a part of the contract…it is definitely not IMO because she is interested or wants anything to do with her.

I can understand your frustration and confusion. There is so much of this that does not make sense and honestly if Nic could distance herself from the mess and 🐜 I am sure she would.

What is happening in the world is absolutely heartbreaking and Nicola is an inspiration by the way she advocates I do think she is genuinely passionate about her causes. I think although confusing sometimes, we need to ignore whatever adjacent noise they draw Lukola into.

It is incredibly disappointing that 🐜 is getting any kind of attention at all, it is undeserved and if what people are saying is true then yes she is not a nice person.

Try to keep an open mind with Nic….❤️ she wears her heart on her sleeve, just because she acknowledges the existence of 🐜 does not mean she likes or agrees with her.

[her0ine1983]

You're mine. But I'm not yours. #5

explicit rpf below, please don't interact if you are not comfortable with this MDNI!!!

mean!fuckboy joost x reader

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5

...thinking of doing the long-ass final fic in two parts...

He doesn't text you for five days.

Which would almost feel like freedom – if you didn't spend the whole fucking time checking.

Every hour. Every minute.

So pathetic.

It's the first time he completely ignores you for that long, without even a single word.

He just leaves you on read.

And even though, officially, there's nothing between you, you still can't stop wondering what the hell you did to deserve that kind of treatment.

It's the sixth night of dead silence.

You're already in bed, half-asleep, when the banging starts. Fists pounding against your door. Loud enough to make your stomach turn to ice.

Your hand scrambles for your phone on the nightstand.

*12:38*

It's him.

Always shows up after midnight.

Always when you're starting to forget the shape of his body and the rasp in his voice.

You get up slowly, wearing his shirt and a pair of loose sleep shorts, heart caught somewhere between your ribs and your throat.

What if something bad happened?

You unlock the door with trembling fingers.

Joost stands on your doormat, swaying slightly, eyes glassy and red-rimmed, blond strands make up a tousled mess beneath his hood. He reeks of cigarettes, alcohol, and a faint, floral fragrance.

"Hi... prince– princess", he slurs, smirking like he didn't just vanish for days without a word.

"Go home", you say flatly, trying to shut the door in his face.

"Oh, c'mon... I missed you", he mumbles, pushing past you, throwing himself onto your couch like he belongs here.

"Don't fucking do that. Don't show up at my place drunk and act like everything's okay", you say, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Why not? You don't love me anymore?", he lets out a dry, sarcastic laugh, kicking his sneakers up on your coffee table and lighting a cigarette with lazy arrogance.

"You didn't even bother to text me back for days... and the last time you were here... do you even remember what you said?", you glare at him, arms crossed tightly over your chest like armor.

"I have no idea, baby", he replies, blinking slowly, that stupid smirk still glued to his face.

"Of course you don't...", you snap, "You called me desperate. You said I should be grateful when you choose me. When you could have any woman you want."

"Well... was I wrong?", he says, cocking his head slightly as he exhales a cloud of smoke your way.

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. The air feels heavier than before.

"Don't get fucking righteous on me now, girl... You knew what this was. You agreed to this. And you still crave me anyway", he stands up suddenly, staggering a little, towering over you.

"I didn't know it would start to kill me. I should've ended things with you a long time ago, Joost... I should find a guy who would actually respect me", you whisper, each word burning your throat.

"Baby... I get so fucking mad when I think about you with anyone else", his cold knuckles brush your cheek so gently it makes you sick, "Even just imagining some guy making you laugh. Touching you... like this..."

"But it's fine when it's you and five other chicks, right?", you scoff, "It's okay when I see you with some blonde sitting on your lap in your fucking story while I'm texting you?"

"She meant nothing."

"Neither do I."

That stops him for a second. Just for a second his mask slips. And you can see something behind his eyes that almost looks like guilt.

Then he steps forward, grabbing your hand, pulling you flush against him.

"That's bullshit. You're the only one I keep coming back to", he whispers, his nose brushing yours, "The rest of them? They don't matter. They're not you. I keep thinking about you when I'm inside any of their cunts."

You hate that your body reacts.

You hate that you fucking want him even now.

"So why do you still do it if they mean nothing?", you ask.

He doesn't answer with words.

Instead, he kisses you. Rough. All tongue and teeth. And alcohol breath.

You whimper against his mouth, angry at yourself, angry at him, angry at the whole sick situationship.

Why do all your attempts at serious conversations always end like this?

He slams you against the wall, lifts your leg around his hip, grinding into you.

"You're mine, liefje" he breathes, dragging his lips down your neck.

"I'm not, Joost. Stop saying that", you murmur, even though he's right. You spend every day and night thinking only about him. No matter what, he owns you and you hate how true it feels.

"Yeah?", he pulls back just enough to stare at you, eyes wild, "Then why do you always open the door?"

That breaks something in you.

You shove him away with both hands, chest heavy, your voice shaking from the weight of everything you've been carrying for so long.

"Because I'm fucking stupid, alright? Because I think you might've changed. Because you've rewired my brain so bad that I actually believe this is love... That a drunk fuckboy showing up in the middle of the night is the closest I'll ever get to being wanted..."

He looks at you like you've just slapped him.

"I do want you...", he finally says, quietly.

"No", you spit out, eyes stinging, "You don't want me. You want a girl who won't ask questions. Who'll spread her legs when you're drunk, or bored, or ignored by the other girl... the one who left the scent of her perfume on your hoodie..."

Joost clenches his jaw and fists. You wait for him to yell. To call you dramatic. To gaslight the shit out of you like he always does. But not this time.

"Fuck...", he sits down, head in his hands, elbows on his knees, breathing hard.

You stand there, stunned, heart slamming against your ribs like it wants out of this body, out of this flat, out of this life. You never snap this hard on him before.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?", you ask, voice barely audible.

"Because... because I don't...", he falters, looking up slowly, "I don't know... I don't know how to live without you anymore, okay? That's what you wanted to hear from me, huh?!"

You feel how much this confession costs him, knowing how guarded he is with his feelings. You can see it's real – and how deeply it hits you.

"Fine", you swallow hard, not knowing what else to say, "You can sleep on the couch tonight. And leave early in the morning. I have to get up for work..."

He just nods, not even trying to argue. He kicks his shoes off, lies down and curls himself up like a scared animal.

That night you can't sleep at all.

His words echo on repeat in your head, pounding like a broken record you can't switch off, tearing through every piece of your heart.

"I don't know how to live without you anymore."