Prompt! fixing each other's collar/zipper/tie/etc - getting unexpectedly close, breath catching when they realize (or their light touches burning into the other's skin) + pulling someone in by their belt loops??? + Eddie/Volt/MC
Yes, my boys! I love them so so much. They're so sweet. I literally can't do a Hate Everything run because of them, Dorian, and Barry. Alrighty, let's see.
Post-Realization, AFAB (She/Her) Reader. Also, I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this, but I fully believe in bottom energy!Eddie. That said, on with the show.
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It's not the first time you fussed with a collar or a tie for these two. Despite their wish to look as put together as possible when they're in the public eye, you always end up having to fix ties, collars, zippers, and cuffs. You're beginning to wonder if they're doing it on purpose or if you're just reading too much it.
Tonight, of course, is no exception.
Volt wants help with his tie. He always ends up tying it around his neck instead of the collar of his dress shirt. You can't help but wonder why he bothers with a collar since most of the time it ends up in your purse or pocket or around Eddie's neck instead. At least Eddie chooses a copper-colored chain to wear as a necklace instead of a tie.
You sigh softly. "Volt Faraday," you murmur, "what have you done to this poor tie?" He's managed to tie it in quite the knot around his neck. He doesn't look the least bit shamed about it either.
The old charming persona is on in full wattage as Volt chuckles and replies, "Oh, what can I say, livewire. You're just so distracting." You hadn't even been in the room with the boys when they were dressing, so you're not sure how that works.
You chuckle anyway. "Volt, darling," you say. "I'm almost afraid to let you tie the tie again. The poor thing's so mangled it's a wonder it's not screaming at a decibel we can hear." Your fingers finally find purchase under a slip of fabric and you slide the knot loose after fifteen minutes of work.
"My, my, my, what ever will I do?" Volt asks teasingly.
You look up and your breath catches, realizing how close you'd gotten to him. "Oh, I dunno," you murmur. "I'm sure I'll think of something to help."
Volt's impossibly blue eyes gaze openly into yours. "I'm sure," he says.
Footsteps on the stairs and a knock on the door before it creaks open, and Eddie steps in. "Spark, can I get-" he starts to ask, then pauses on seeing your position with Volt. He pauses, then smirks. "Am I interrupting?" he asks, his cuffs loose around his wrists. The shirt is blue-grey, and striped with copper, black, and white. It's his favorite one, you know. And somehow, he can never get the cuffs to fold right.
"No," you reply, and carefully tie Volt's tie for him. Once that's done, you peck Volt's cheek and turn to Eddie, reaching over and tugging him closer by the belt loops. "Come here, wires. Let me see if I can fold those up for you, hm?" Eddie's blush comes as easy as it always has.
It doesn't hit you until much later, in the middle of the charity ball High Voltage Relators has been invited to, that Eddie and Volt are absolutely doing it on purpose. You chuckle to yourself and watch Volt light up the room as Eddie sneaks away from the conversation to return to your side. "What's so funny?" Eddie asks, handing you the whiskey sour he'd picked up from the bar.
You take a sip and smile. "Nothing," you reply. "Just realizing something." Eddie doesn't understand it, but the kiss you plant on his cheeks ensures he doesn't really mind.
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“You know how to clean a wound right?” / “I know how to inflict them too, but we can fix yours first.”
Eddie/Silas
Yessssss. Eddie Faraday is mine, Silas Caine belongs to Estel. I love them both very, very much. Lilith and Marvin are also mine, Kyle and Blake belong to our friend @mendokuse19
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It's not often Eddie's the one rendering medical aid. Unfortunately, at the time of the attack, he'd been meditating with his headphones in and forgotten to turn his ringer up. (Lilith says the meditation helps, Eddie's yet to see her proved wrong.) Point being, Eddie had arrived late to the fight. Most of the other were okay, of course, except for their Patience and Diligence. So, when the Sins had retreated and injuries needed to be assessed, Marvin had been handling Kyle and Blake. None of the others had been very hurt, so Eddie had felt safe enough to focus on their Charity, Silas.
"Okay," Eddie says softly. "Okay, let's..." he breathes in, then out, steadying his hands. "Let's do it."
Silas watches him a minute. "You know how to clean a wound, right?" he asks, a little worried. It makes sense, Silas has never seen Eddie dress a wound, only get his own dressed.
Eddie looks up, smiles a little, and replies, "I know how to inflict them too." Then he looks back at the wounds. He's been dressing his own wounds since he was in middle school. "But we can fix yours first." When Eddie gets his hands on the Sins, he'll burn them right back to hell.
Silas settles, letting out a breath and trying to relax. Eddie smiles again, reassuringly. "It'll be alright, Si, you'll see."
Silas smiles shakily back. But Eddie considers any smile a when.
I'm once again posting to show off my writing Obsidian Vault. This is the Canvas I made to kind of replicate the Scriviner Corkboard feature, and I have to say, for me at least, it's kind of better!
Because I have simply dragged and dropped the scenes from my Longform project into the canvas, I can actually read and edit them right from the canvas - thus why I have begun color coding the ones I am really dissatisfied with and want to rewrite.
I am using this to outline, but that is to say, roughly be able to visualize the scene order of my novel with very vague ideas/plot beats to keep the novel going (that little snake of boxes to the upper right).
*ahem* forgiveness for the curiosity, but I like seeing what happens:
Titty Fucking+Biting & Kimberly Hart x Bulk
Yeah, alright.
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Kimberly groans as Bulk's cock slides past her well-lubed tits again. Bulk hovers over her chest, thrusting into the tight fit of her breasts. He's hard and red, and she can't wait to feel him inside her properly. "Yeah," she moans. "That's it, just like that." She squeezes her tits tighter together.
Bulk groans too, his cock drooling pre-come with no signs of stopping anytime soon. He continues forward on Kim's demand. "Not- gonna last- much longer," he puffs between moans.
Kimberly smirks, flicking her tongue out to tease Bulk's cock on the next thrust. "Gonna cum for me?" she asks, nipping the slit of his cock. "Cum for me like the slut you are for me?"
Bulk moans, thrusting faster. "Please," he says. "God, please let me-" But she stops him just before he can tip over the edge. "No, no, please," Bulk begs, looking up at her. "I'm so close, please."
Kim shaker her head. "Mm-mm," she replies negatively. "You aren't cumming before me." She sits up and flips over, getting on her hand and knees before him. "So if you wanna come, you'd better fuck me like you mean it," she demands.
Bulk wastes no more time. He puts his hands against Kim's waist and pushes into her again. She moans loud as he sinks inside. The noise that comes out of Bulk's mouth is not one the older man can describe. Bulk pulls back and shoves in, drawing another moan from Kim's mouth. He lays over her back, biting lightly at her shoulders.
"Yeah," she gasps, reaching back to hold his head in place. "Mm, yeah, that's it. Right there, baby, don't stop!"
Bulk moans again, hips rolling to meet hers. "Yes, ma'am."
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They consider each other family, Anti being the head of it
Chase is constantly reigning Anti in, which is a shock to other egos.
Jackie maintains a good relationship with various other egos in various other families, including the Silver Shepherd (superheroes), Bones (favorites), MadPat (god-fucking knows), and Unus (Unus is somehow calming for Jackie
Marvin is the most powerful magic person, and he never fails to lord that over the other Septic egos
JJ can speak, but often doesn't, he prefers to sign and use his boards
Anti likes to torment and play pranks, but if anyone else looks at the other Septic egos wrong, he can and will kill them in a heartbeat
Marcas and Shawn kinda stick together because their stories are kinda similar. Shawn has his Bendy dolls, and Marcas has his Playtime Co dolls
Marvin is the oldest of them, Anti after him, then Jackie, they kinda tend to stick together
Robbie can be childlike but is also very much an adult
Sometimes there are flickers of others, like Mack, Bing, or S34n, but not all the time
Fights between the Septics are usually settled quickly, when they start to hit more than two days, the others get worried
The Septic egos all share a bad fear of heights
Jackie is scared of spiders
Marvin has a cat familiar named Sam
Anti is allergic to Same
When playing human - Andrew Septic, Marvin Magnum, Jackson Mann, Robert Mori, Marcas Brickley, Chase Brody, Henrik von Schneeplstien, Shawn Flynn, and Jameson Jackson
If someone yells "Jackson!" with out being specific, both Jackie and Jamie are gonna look up
The Septics adopted both MadPat and Blankgameplays as their siblings as well
It takes Benson one loop to decide he’s probably in hell or purgatory or wherever bad little boys who shoot their coworkers and take hostages go. No way he’s in hell for beating the shit out of - no way he’s in hell for that. He should have a goddamn halo for that. One loop, fuck, not even the whole way through and he knows, no wishy-washy. He’s in a special hell just for him, like people liked to tell him he was going, to hell in a handbasket, with bells on, special place saved for him, the seat is warm and everything. One loop and he’s already crazy with it except he was crazy from the start. Probably. Right. Felt like he was the only sane one for all those years but at the end what the fuck was he doing anyway - going crazy in a loop. Anyone would. Anyone.
So he’s in hell or whatever. Why the fuck not. That kinda day. That kinda life.
