#lightning volt

[without-ado]

Lightning through the ash cloud of Taal Volcano (x)

[aroaceleovaldez]

i know everybody makes fun of Thalia and Jason for being underpowered compared to the rest of the Big 3 kids, I have done so on multiple occasions myself, BUT. Okay.

I do think the Grace siblings aren't so much underscaled to the others, but instead their powers just aren't nearly as precise. Like, Nico and Hazel can control literally any stone/earthenware/metal material and summon reinforcements and a whole bunch of other little things, Percy can control all water just in general, etc etc. Jason and Thalia? Jason can control all air, which is OP as fuck when you think about it. He flies through controlling the air to lift him. Which means he can lift/carry/etc anything by just controlling air the right way. Like, people talk about Percy being OP as fuck with the water thing but Jason's on pretty equal ground with "can control all air/wind."

And then the lightning/thunder. I know everybody likes to go "oh well what if they could control nerves and electrical impulses!" you are thinking too specific/minute. We don't need to go that far. The Grace siblings can cast a concentrated fucking explosion whenever they want and it will not harm them at all AND it has area of effect damage and potential residual effects. Armor does not do shit against a literal three MILLION volts. And lightning is BIG. Like okay yeah sure not great for small combat or close-range with allies but put either of them against an army? Bye bye. Does not stand a CHANCE. And we've already established in The Lost Hero that if you put Jason in a room full of conductive metal and his allies are not at risk? You are a GONER. Zero questions! You can fight skeletons and rocks and maybe water. You cannot fight three million volts straight to the face. The Grace siblings do not need bells and whistles they have Cast Beam Attack and there is nothing you can do about it. And this does not even touch upon how fucking loud thunder is.

[judedeluca]

Fun fact, everybody. Darkseid's Legion isn't the first time DC tried to do an "Evil Legion."

When Marv Wolfman was writing the New 52 Superboy series, there was a plan for Jon Lane Kent (or whatever the fuck his name was) to encounter evil versions of the Legion Founders. Joe Prado even did a design for an evil Lightning Lad (which I own).

The characters that DID appear in the story were distanced some from their inspirations, named Schiz, Volt, and Lodestone

[satanzayoru25341]

Bucky Barnes and Yelena Belova in the Abbreviation of the Voltes V Logo!

Since tomorrow is the Philippine theaterical release of Thunderbolts*, I made Bucky and Yelena holding the giant Letter V and the Number 5.

[damienanddragons]

volt in her champion's garb! by the wonderful @melura !!!! <33333

pov ur shit is about to get wrecked by a hot lady* and now all the blood in your brain is in your boner

[dragooned-speaks]

Day 33

Why, no, I'm totally not late at alll-

.. TIME IS BUT AN ILLUSION

[xr250r]

High Voltage

[kingofcaptura]

Calm Before the Storm

Create Your Own Lightning

Bring Down the Bolts

[apple-cy-der]

introducing Tailthund, the Kitsune! its element is Volt and it lives either in flat open fields or high up in rocky mountains, so it can bask in thunderstorms. some speculate that it hopes to get naturally struck by lightning as that may be what helps it achieve its true form. either way, when it does, its too-big-for-its-small-body tail will split into five!

Tailthund are naturally somewhat mischievous Kreebees and will often disobey commands, especially from a tamer it deems inexperienced or unworthy. it'll instead do as it pleases, lazing about or darting off to hunt. when it's tuckered out, it curls up its massive tail and sleeps on top of it like a dog bed. it likes being pet, but beware the sharp static its fur generates! in battle it can put this to practical use, generating a lot of electricity, and it can also bark as loud as a clap of thunder!

[harrowing-hatter]

TAG DROP 3!!

TPN, SPLATOON, TWST

[undermine-the-instinct]

Coming back to this...

Ok, lol, i got the hilarious Idea of a reader in a Kagome-like situation, only with Sesshoumaru--- Like yeah, I cant forage or hunt for food but I can make literal 'lightning in a bottle' I just recreate electricity using static

[sugxto]

power play - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: Eddie only has one rule: no fucking in the bar. And of course, he finds you and Volt breaking it. He can't have that.

⋆wc: 3.3k

⋆cw: m/m/afab threesome, light dom/sub undertones, erotic electrostimulation, mentions of alcohol consumption, blowjobs, finger fucking.

⋆notes: reader insert uses g/n pronouns and is not described with feminine attributes. AFAB genitalia, mention of breasts, terms used include hole, entrance, cunt and clit. no spoilers for any of the routes, I suppose, but it is a more established relationship. the first 65% of this is volt/reader, with eddie/volt/reader in the later half. other e/v one shots.

⋆snippet:

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?” Eddie’s voice is harsh, methodical, but level. He usually only sounds like this when he’s kicking out Kristof for starting a fight, or when he notices you doing something even mildly off-kilter when fixing up the club. It’s a dangerous tone.

Neither of you speak immediately. You can't even bring yourself to meet Volt’s eyes; you’re focused solely on Eddie, and how still, how charged he is.

“Are either of you going to fucking say anything?” His grip tightens on Volt’s hair, and Volt nearly stumbles back.

power play

“Does he have to perform every night, though?”

You’re wiping down the bar, Volt expertly throwing a shaker around before grabbing two glasses for the concoction he’s crafting. The liquid fills the tumblers, and he starts to pluck out some cherries from a bowl.

“We have an open-mic policy, darling,” Volt says as he pushes a glass in your direction. Nevermind that it pulls a few drops of spilled whiskey over where you’d just run your rag over.

You sigh, eyeing Volt with annoyance, but he ignores you in favor of having a long sip from his glass. “But it’s almost like you need a sign for him,” you say as you round the bar to sit. You punctuate your words with a wave of the hand, like you’re envisioning a marquee. “Johnny Splash: The Breaker Box Residency.”

Volt downs the whiskey sour, and you can’t help but catch a glance at how his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “After that disaster of his American Maestro audition,” he says, popping another cherry in his mouth, “I think he ought to still have somewhere he can feel comfortable performing, don’t you think?”

You nod, stealing a taste of your drink. “I just hope he’s not taking space from anyone else wanting to perform, is all.”

“Aww, spark,” Volt hums, shrugging off his overcoat and pushing his sleeves up like Eddie does for work. “What a darling thing you are.” He props his arms up against the bar, leaning towards you, mischief crackling in his white eyes.

You shrug as you swallow the cherry from your drink. “Don’t worry, I’m not going soft on you two.”

“I perish the thought.” He grins like a cat who’s finally cornered the canary. “I adore when you crackle around the edges like we do.”

You bite back a grin, and reach out to the bowl of cherries for another, when your hand is smacked away.

“Hey! I was -”

“I know, darling,” he breathes, impatience on his lips. You watch his long, silver fingers procure a cherry, and red juice drips down his thumb. “Allow me.”

His lightning brows quirk expectantly, and you fight back an eye roll as you open your mouth, protrude your tongue only a hint. When he places the cherry on your tongue, your lips wrap around his fingers, tingling your mouth. Daring a glance at his eyes, you run the tip of your tongue over his thumb, ensuring no juice is wasted, before pulling away with a lick of your lips.

The ends of Volt’s hair buzz and spark, and his eyes glisten.

(You’ve noticed, between your partners, their similarities and differences - where Eddie’s steel eyes will darken with want, Volt’s dial up their shine, like a lamp when you remove its shade. It’s noticeable enough even to an untrained, unknowing eye.)

“Enjoy that, live wire?” He rubs the pads of his thumb and finger together, making the smallest of sparks.

You say nothing, just take another sip without breaking his gaze.

“Hm,” he muses, standing upright again. “Shall I make you another cocktail?”

You blink in confusion, glancing down at the half-finished tumbler. “I haven’t finished yet.”

“No matter.”

His voice tells it is most certainly some sort of matter. “Volt -”

He turns, rummaging at a few bottles before deciding on a few, putting them to the side. When you finally catch a glimpse of his profile behind his shock of hair, his smile is saccharine.

“Yes, here we go,” he mutters to himself as bottles of simple syrup, bourbon, and lemon juice appear in front of you. No shakers, no strainers, just a grin that sends a shiver down your spine.

You gulp. You know that grin. You say again, a little harsher, “Volt -”

“Now now, live wire, no need for that. I’m just going to make you a cocktail, hm?” Volt cocks his head like he’s explaining a trick to a dog, trying as he might to play innocent.

“Yes but what do -”

Your voice stops with a gasp as, quick as lightning, Volt’s fingers find your jaw and press down on your cheeks to force your mouth open. The pressure is harsh, almost bordering on painful, and Volt’s palm rests fittingly under your chin. You find, almost instantly, your breath comes easier through your nose, and it’s unsteady when it comes out.

His hair is alive, bursts of light sparking close to your skin, and his eyes are wild. “Fear not, spark.” You see him reach for a bottle, his eyes not leaving your face. “I’m just making a cocktail.”

The tip of a bottle is cool on your lips, and sweetness flows into your mouth - but not too much, no no, just enough to cover your tongue.

“Very good, darling.” Volt coos, placing the bottle back on the bar and deftly grabbing the next. This one’s bourbon, you think, and the unmistakable scent wafts to your nostrils. It mixes with the syrup on your tongue, and this time, a few drops escape from the corners of your lips. You feel them, slowly, casually, journey down your chin, your neck, down the center of your chest and between your breasts, leaving a cool streak in their wake.

Volt chuckles approvingly as he allows a few drops of lemon juice to enter your mouth, resulting in even more spillover, and you moan, pleadingly, as your jaw starts to ache.

“Impatient, are we?” He licks his lips, leans forward across the bar so there’s only a hair of space between your lips and his. “You, live wire, look delectable.”

He cuts off your moan with his tongue, intruding on your rigidly held mouth, swiping long, hungry licks over the roof of your mouth, your tongue, lapping at the mixture of liquids he poured like a man parched. You whine, you moan, you plead with the only small sounds you can make. The taste is overwhelming, the liquid dribbles out of you rapidly now, and the combination of the droplets’ wet streaks and nearby electricity elicit goosebumps along your skin.

Volt’s fingers relax as he pulls away, releasing your jaw from his grip but keeping his hand on you (always on you). He sucks at your bottom lip, and you finally have enough control to swallow the remnants of the drink Volt missed. You whine again, still physically prevented from forming words.

He stops, and you swear you can hear the buzz of his charged eyes when they meet yours, white hot with lust. His thumb pets your chin, the tips of your noses kissing. “Did you want something, darling?”

Fuck this man.

Fuck this man.

Hm. That sounds like a good idea, actually.

You lunge forward, your whiskey-laced lips starving for Volt’s, and you grab at his vest with white-knuckled fists. He lets out a growl, a sound of pure want, and you feel his arms snake around you, encircle your waist, and you’re being hoisted forwards across the bar. The stool you sat in clatters to the ground, and you allow Volt to settle your ass on the bar, you lips never separating more than a breath.

Volt’s large hands singe at your waist, a delicious burn as he grips you tightly. You loosen your grip on his vest and wrap your arms around his neck at the same moment your legs lock around his hips, pressing his warm body to you. He rocks his hips between your thighs, and you gasp at how hard he already is, straining against his slacks.

“Fuck, Volt,” you sigh when his tongue journeys down your chin, your neck, licking up the trail of his “cocktail.” Your nails claw at the back of his neck, needing purchase wherever possible. He sucks at a spot at the base of your neck, and a shock surges from your spine straight to your clit. “Oh, oh, fuck…”

His voice reverberates in your neck when he hums in satisfaction. “Live wire,” he says, strained with lust, “I have to have you. Now.” As he says it, his hands deftly find the button of your pants and tug, and they’re gone in a lightning flash, your bare skin hitting the cold wood.

Yes, yes of course, who were you to say no to such need? You need him, needed this, right now, right here on the -

Bar.

Oh no.

You two were breaking Eddie’s one rule.

Your eyes fly open, and you try, feebly, to push Volt away. “Volt. Volt, the bar, Eddie -”

“Fuck Eddie.”

You groan, and you both love and hate that his voice makes you wetter. “He says no sex at the bar -”

“Last time I checked,” Volt’s hands palm the flesh of your thighs around his waist, sparks igniting at every inch they move, “this is our bar. And you, little spark, are ours as well. So, why shouldn’t I enjoy my share, hm?”

You weren’t going to win, you knew that, you rarely ever did with Volt, and the rational part of your brain had clocked out when you locked up after Johnny left. Because yeah, the boys were yours, and they always said the bar was just as much yours now too, so…

You’d just have to be extra attentive when you cleaned up, was all.

You swallow, trying to find whatever liquid courage might remain in your mouth, and start to grab at Volt’s belt. “Fuck it.”

Volt’s grin is tiger-like as he helps you free himself, and you unconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his cock, long and curved with the faintest tinge of blue. Amps sake, how lucky were you that both of your boyfriends had such pretty, pretty cocks?

You trail your fingers along his length, watching as a droplet of pre forms at the tip. Volt hisses, and he grabs your wrist suddenly, and you look up at his white eyes, scared you’ve done something wrong.

But no anger or hurt is evident on his face, just that familiar mischief. He pulls your wrist and hand close to your face, and looks expectantly at your open palm. “Spit.”

Your hole clenches at the word, and you fight back a whimper. You gather the spit in your mouth, letting the glob drop onto your hand.

“Again.”

You don’t think twice.

Satisfied, Volt leads your hand back to his cock, and you wrap your grip around him, glazing your spit over the hot skin, coating him as best you’re able as he maneuvers your wrist. He makes a hum of content after a moment, and you rest your hand on your waist when he releases you.

There’s hardly anymore preamble before the head of his cock is pressing at your entrance, but you know Volt, and you know -

Your jaw falls open in a silent cry as Volt enters you, white hot and slick and everything you need. He gives you a moment, just a moment, to relax into the fullness, before his hips snap, and he thrusts.

So. Fucking. Lucky.

Strings of moans, strings of “yes, yes, yes, fuck yes” fall from your lips each time Volt bottoms out, and you bury your face into his shoulder, the burning heat of his skin and the cool wood a beautiful contrast.

You can hear the sparks of Volt’s hair, feel the puffs of his breath, and you hang on to every curse, every “my spark, fuck, good little spark,” that he groans.

It’s maddening, almost, just how good he makes you feel, how they make you feel. You moan something incomprehensible when he bites your neck and lick the marks. “Volt, volt, yes -“

There’s a surge, a flicker, and you’re empty, and Volt’s weight is missing.

You open your eyes, suddenly terrified from the loss, and you think to scream -

But the sight that greets you isn’t one that’s… entirely unwelcome.

Eddie’s hand has a death grip on the currents of Volt’s hair, tugging hard enough to keep Volt’s chin tilted back, unmoving.

(You think, in the recesses of your fucked our mind, that you wish you could do that, but it seemed to be a skill reserved for literal electrical conduits personified.)

You blink, aligning yourself to this new situation, to this unexpected twist, because when did Eddie -

Eddie.

Eddie.

Uh oh.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?” Eddie’s voice is harsh, methodical, but level. He usually only sounds like this when he’s kicking out Kristof for starting a fight, or when he notices you doing something even mildly off-kilter when fixing up the club. It’s a dangerous tone.

Neither of you speak immediately. You can't even bring yourself to meet Volt’s eyes; you’re focused solely on Eddie, and how still, how charged he is.

“Are either of you going to fucking say anything?” His grip tightens on Volt’s hair, and Volt nearly stumbles back.

“Eddie, my darling,” Volt finally offers, trying the voice he uses to introduce the next act. The listen-to-what-I’m-about-to-say voice. “My, did we miss you -”

“Volt,” his voice is clipped, and Volt doesn’t try again. “I have one fucking rule. And you know that.”

You haven’t seen the ice that’s in Eddie’s eyes in weeks, and now it’s your turn to try. “Eddie, it was my -”

“Absolutely not.” Titanium eyes stop your words in your throat, and Eddie points a finger at you. “You are not in a position where you wanna lie to me.”

He’s right, and you know it, and you close your legs in an effort to take up less space on the bar.

Eddie turns his attention back to Volt, flexing his grip and pulling his partner’s head closer to him, turning him so their eyes meet. You feel the hum, the charge in the air that flows between them. “No. Sex. In the bar, Volt.” Eddie cocks his head, studying Volt’s strained white gaze. “Or did you not learn the last time when I caught you with Amir?”

Volt’s laugh is shakey, raising his hands in surrender. “It was only a broken mirror, Eddie, and look at me now! We’re being very careful to -”

Eddie cuts him off with a kiss you can only describe as forceful, teeth tugging at Volt’s lips, and keeping him in place as he twists his hand in Volt’s hair. You swear you hear a growl from Eddie’s throat when he harshly tugs Volt away again, and there’s a flash of something in his steely gaze as you watch his free hand start to fumble with his pants zipper.

Sometimes, you’re almost certain there are times that Volt and Eddie don’t communicate with words, that there’s something deeper between them that lets them move in a singular, tandem pace, synchronized. As Eddie unzips, and Volt placidly drops to his knees before him, you think this is one of those times.

“You,” Eddie groans, when Volt, unprompted, places a chaste, quick kiss to Eddie’s thick, angry cock, “need to shut. up.”

He says nothing more, but on instinct, Volt’s jaw goes slack, and nearly his entire cock slips into Volt’s mouth with practiced ease.

Your body tremors as you watch them, notice with interest how a small fuck falls from Eddie’s lip, and he throws his head back, steeling his jaw with bared teeth. He’s so still, letting Volt do the work on his cock, and - and you can’t help it, your thighs press together, and your nails scrap along the wood as your hands turn to firsts.

Eddie notices.

Eddie always notices.

Eddie’s eyes are nearly black with lust, hunger, and barely controlled rage. “You,” he says, voice rough in his throat. “Open your legs.”

You do, and the air is cold where your slick hasn’t dried.

Eddie reaches out his hand, extends his ring and middle finger, and lays them at the very edge of the bar. Still. Waiting.

You blink, unsure, but you’re not sure if you’re allowed to speak.

“Fuck yourself or don’t, live wire, I don’t care,” he says. “He’s - fuck - in more trouble than you. He’s not getting off tonight.”

Lucky, lucky, lucky, your mind chants, and your heart might just explode from electrocution if you’re not careful.

You scoot yourself to the edge of the bar, position your legs under you, line your entrance over where his fingers are raised and waiting. You grip the curve of the wood to steady yourself, and lower yourself down onto Eddie’s fingers, as far as you can, and your mouth falls open in a curse at the feeling of fullness finally returned to you.

Eddie only watches, his fingers knotting in Volt’s hair, trying with his entire willpower not to fuck all his fingers into your cunt. You feel so hot, so slick, and the currents racing through his cock are already dangerously close to shorting if Volt keeps his pace. He knows if he so much as catches a glimpse of those white eyes that he’ll blow like a fuse. So, he watches you, bouncing up and down as best you can, trying to grind your clit on his thumb. Angry as he is at catching you two in the one place you shouldn’t be, he has to admit, he thrives off the power you and Volt are feeding him.

You’re close, so close, and you moan Eddie’s name in want and frustration. He makes no sound, but Volt hums around Eddie’s cock, and you can’t tell whose slick, depraved sounds are whose.

Volt moans again, his grip tighter on Eddie’s hips, and you somehow know he’s warning you that Eddie won’t last long. You quicken your place, angling to find how Eddie’s thumb hits your clit. It’s just right, and you close your eyes, white bolts of lightning behind your eyelids as you climb, higher, higher -

“Yes, yes, Eddie Eddie, fuck, Eddie!” You cry as your orgasm hits like a surge, tingling and coursing through all your limbs, and your legs quiver as you force yourself to slow.

Eddie hisses through his teeth, knowing he has only seconds, and Volt only speeds up. “Fuck,” he grunts, and finally flicks his eyes down to watch Volt work, if only for a moment, but the second those knowing, loving, burning eyes meet his -

He short circuits.

Volt sucks him dry as Eddie groans, curses through his climax, even swallows him down with his nose pressed to the coils above Eddie’s shaft. Doesn’t let a single drop spill, Volt, and Eddie loves him for it.

You all are finally, somehow, able to relax, as you extricate yourselves from your slightly incoherent, slightly precarious positions. Volt, back on his feet, pulls you into his arms, hoists you up as you wrap you legs around them - none of you trust them to hold you up.

Eddie rubs his hand over your back, presses adoring kisses to your shoulder. “You alright, little wire?” He asks, in the softest voice you’ve heard him use all night.

You nod, turning your head to find his face. “Of course, Eddie. Always.”

A corner of his lip tugs up into a smile. “Good.” He plants a warm kiss on your cheek and tucks a hair behind your ear. “Like I said, you’re not in trouble. I know how dangerous Volt’s tongue can be.”

“Hey,” Volt quips, his fingers pressing into your thighs. “A moment ago you liked my dangerous tongue.”

Eddie pays the jest no mind, but still looks up at him. “You’re on close for a week. Alone. And - nope - don’t you ‘Eddie’ me. Alone. One week.”

Volt groans, and you don’t have to see his face to know he rolled his eyes too. “You already didn't let me cum, so I get the message." He, too, presses a small kiss to the top of your head. "But who’s going to keep our spark busy then, hm?”

Eddie smiles, seeing the mischievous glint that just appeared in your gaze. “Well, luckily, they have more than one option, don’t they?”

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

[inappropriate-use-of-metal-arm]

Headcannon that Eddie and Volt have matching scars all across their bodies from when Eddie split himself, similar to the scars people get when electrocuted or struck by lightning. I imagine Eddie's cover his left side and Volt's cover his right side, i just think thats neat

[ins4-tiable]

How to appease a frustrate Eddie...

Afab & she/her pronouns used! Dom Volt and Sub Reader and Eddie

Volt knew Eddie was frustrated before Eddie did.

He knew all his signs like the back of his hand, always knew the right things to say, or do to get him out of a bad mood.

It was to be expected. When Eddie would storm off Volt was there to smooth over any ruffled feathers.

How could anyone be put off by Eddie's cold demeanor when Volt was there to steal their attention on him?

Volt was always there to fill in the empty lines that Eddie left.

And he couldn't help but love it. After all, as his other half, Volt was to make sure Eddie gets what he needs.

Volt grinned, leaning down, His fingers stood hooked onto the nape of your neck as he pressed wet kisses up the side of your neck. Zipping electricity tickling its way up your spine in its wake. You could feel nothing but the hotness of his breath and the sharp cold of the wall on your back.

This was far beyond scandalous, leaving Eddie out that is. You would've called it unfair had your head been skewed on. But you couldn't help that even the smell of Volt loosened it.

Breath hastily escaped your mouth. "Isn't..haa.. Eddie closing the bar?" Your words were rushed through your mouth as Volt closed in on it, again, stealing your attention on him.

"Worried, live wire?" He asked, and of course you were. Volt has been doing nothing but teasing the poor man all night.

Locking eyes with him as he trailed a hand up your thigh. Making him watch as he led you away, only to press you against the mirroring wall to make sure he heard every little gasp he milked out of you.

"Eddie just needs a little push to take what he wants is all" He grinned, pressing himself closer to your ear as he whispered.

"Volt" You groaned. He just chuckled in response.

"You should be worrying about your performance. After all, the less temping you are" He paused "The longer it takes to get what you want"

That's right, Volt had been teasing you too. Fleeting touches, kisses, teasing, but no further than that. It was pure torture, Volt, was pure torture.

You hoped Eddie could hear you urging him to hurry up. Practicly prayed that that these damn glasses had some secret telepathy skill.

And almost as if your prayers were answered, Eddie came bursting through the door.

"Damn you, Volt.." He groaned, his fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt as he closed in on you, feverishly throwing off his clothes, desperate to get his hand on you.

Volt's laugh Ricashaed off the walls, boisterous and loud. The polar opposite of Eddie's desperate movement. Quickly, Eddie slid himself behind you, gathering up the fabric of your shirt and pushing open your leg with his. Opening you up for Eddie's eyes to see.

"No need to rush" He smirked, sliding his hand teasingly down your stomach, slowly unzipping your skirt.

Volt locked his eyes on Eddie, whose gaze was fixed on his hand trailing lower, teasingly stopping at the damp fabric covering your core. Thighs already damp with your slick from Volt's wandering hands.

Lust almost oozed from your slit, slick stringing from the cloth as long thin fingers pulled it back for greedy eyes.

"She's all here for you"

It was as if a cord snapped, the sound almost as audible as the groan Eddie let out.

With a thump Eddie dropped to his knees, his hands gripped almost painfully on the thick of your thighs as he threw one over his shoulder.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful.."

And that was as much of a warning you got before Eddie dove himself between your thighs. His nose pressed perfectly against your clit as his mouth latched feverishly on your hole.

You could feel the stubble on his chin scratch against your core in just the right way.

It was as if lightning struck through your nerves, Your body keening against him, hands gripping onto his messy black hair, and thighs clenching against his heated hold.

"Eddie..! Oh fuck!" The sounds lurched from your throat, the wet slurping from his mouth vibrating through your skull.

You could feel Volt's gaze on you, hands firmly stopping you from collapsing onto his other half entirely.

He couldn't help but feel the fire vibrating from Eddie's form, The sight running through his veins, almost fueling his next move.

You could feel the chuckle escape from his chest before you could hear it, his hand reaching down to entertain with yours.

His hands gripping down onto Eddie's dark locks, forcibly pulling him from the wetness of your core.

"Now would you look at that...." With his other hand, Volt gripped harshly at your chin, forcing you to look down at the sight.

And God was it one. Slick running down his stubbled chin, his eyes glazed over and tongue desperately searching for the place it'd call home. He was delirious, desperate, frustrated.

And you were just the same. Your hands fighting desperately against Volt's hold.

"Volt!" You both cried in unison, begging him for the chance to pleasure and be pleasured,

And boy did he take it in stride.

"Now now both of you, There's no need to yell." With a twisted grin, Volt shoved his dark-haired counterpart back to his place. His forearm flexes to keep him in place.

You threw your head back onto Volt's sturdy chest, spots of purple flooding your vision from just how quickly Eddie got back to work.

His mouth harsh against your clit, sucking it harshly as his tongue lovingly grew hearts around it. But without missing a beat, Volt quickly fixed your gaze back on Eddie, whose eyes stared right back at you.

It was overwhelming, Every sense you had was being completely overtaken by the men you called your lovers.

"Too much..fuck..ediieee..Fuck!" You cried in desperation, hips desperately running away from the climax that was crashing against the dam of your last sense of self-control.

Volt, whose senses had faded out quickly sprung to action, hand gripping your hip tightly in place as he ground his stiff cock into you. Reminding you there was no escape as he once again forcefully fixed your chin.

And with a bite to your ear, he demanded "Look"

Eddie sat, eyes squeezed shut, dripping cock red and heavy in his hand as he stood on his knees. Desperately getting himself off to the taste of you.

Your eyes rolled back at the sight, toes curling and white filling itself in your vision.

"F-Fuck.. Live wire..." Eddie groaned, body tensing as he followed suit. His frustratingly red tip twitched violently as thick ropes of white gushed with every tug of his hand.

"Huff.."

You moth gasped for air in unison, bodies slumping, tired and weak as the shocks from your orgasms ran through you.

"Now it's finally my turn.."

Volt and Eddie brain rot so bad i wrote all of this at 2 Am in the morning

[tergwearrow]

As someone who deals with electric thingies (technical term) on a regular basis: all being equal, voltage is irrelevant. Amps are your killer (given you have the volts to get to target, the shot goes across something important, and your target is particularly unlucky). The reason is: X2 tasers, the ones police use, are 50,000 volts DC....at nearly no amps. Some ye old brute-force-and-ingnorance stun guns clock 100,000, and cattle prods can hit a MILLION volts. Mind you, none of these are safe, just less-lethal. Bad luck, damaged or faulty gear, or abusive bs from the user, and a normal stun gun can easily kill. More volts = more pain and/or more risk, but humans can survive a lot more than a mere 50,000 volts. Source: people struck by lightning survive in some cases.

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[damienanddragons]

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