my MAIN Eddie and Volt HC: Volt's coat was originally Eddie's but it flew off when he popped Volt out. like this stunning art, i see him coming out of the back, very suddenly and the coat got snagged off.
and Eddie let him keep it because. gay. I don't know, it feels like Eddie's jacket to me and like. The whole themes of them being co dependent and the faulty wire. volt took Eddie's last bit of like. normality physically despite being the best thing Eddie has in his life.
also the coat is the doors of the fuse box but. you would think Eddie would have the doors since he's more the fusebox then Volt is.
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It took two to tango because the physical closeness meant that you had no choice but to rely entirely on your partner. As a dance, it involved knowing your partner’s body. No two people ever dance it the same.
There was usually an intensity to it, no matter who you were dancing with. It seemed to be the price of admission—either you offered up your entire heart, or not at all.
Otherwise, you were wasting everyone’s time, including your own.
(Or: The three combinations of tango in the Breaker Box.)
largo (translation: broad/wide) - slow, serious, expansive, emotional and heavy, almost mournful (40-60 bpm)
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The thing about tango was that it usually took years to be any good at it.
Not just because it was arduous, but because as a dance, it mainly involved knowing your partner’s body. No two people ever dance it the same—indeed, the people who tango often do it with lifelong partners.
A few weeks after the reset, while helping close the club, you had made an offhand remark to Volt about trying to pick it up when you briefly dated an Argentine. You had realized that, much like the lovely Latin fling you spent that summer trying to fan the flames of, sometimes things were just not meant to be.
It was Eddie who spoke up from the bar, “Volt and I used to tango before… well, before things got… really bad around here.”
You hand him the last of the empty glasses from the tables, surprised. This was news to you.
“You did?”
“Yeah. We… I didn’t know it was gonna be a huge problem yet, but it was… around the time the lights started flickering.” He rinsed the last two cocktail glasses. “I was… not being very… patient with Volt.” He gave Volt a wry smile.
Volt grinned, “What our dear Eddison is trying to say, darling, is that he was being a bit of a little bitch to me.”
“Y-yeah… that.”
“Now could you imagine Eddie being short-tempered at all?” Volt teased, gathering the stage wires in a neat bundle.
“I… I wasn’t sleeping very much, trying to figure out why the lights couldn’t be fixed.” Eddie chuckled, “Volt suggested learning to tango.” He started putting bottles back on the shelf. “At first I thought he was just trying to distract me—”
“Oh, I was, darling. I needed time to figure out what you needed, you see.” He sighed and glanced at you, “It took dancing that close to finally figure out just how much pain he was hiding, live wire.”
“Yeah.” Eddie paused for a moment. “I was being…”
You raised an eyebrow, amused, “A bit of an asshole?”
He flushed, “I… you know what? Y-yeah.”
He gave an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through his hair.
You gazed at both of them, “Can you show me?”
Volt beamed, “Of course, live wire.”
He tapped a foot to adjust the lights—a slow ballad started playing in the background (you still could never tell how sound worked around the Breaker Box). He looked to Eddie with an outstretched hand, “Could I have this dance, darling?”
Eddie smiled and nodded.
You took your place at the bar to watch them. Volt cleared a few tables to make room for a makeshift dance floor in the middle of the club.
You crossed your legs, got comfortable, took a sip of your drink.
That summer, the first thing you learned about tango was that there was always a ‘man’, and a ‘woman’.
The ‘man’ always led, the ‘woman’ always followed.
Eddie walked across the floor and took Volt’s hand. “How far did you get with that former partner?” he teased, though it came out a little… protective (if only Eddie knew how little he had to be jealous about).
“Dear Eddie, I believe former means things with them are over.” Volt said, smirking. “Isn’t that right, live wire?”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “It was nothing more than a few weeks, Eddie. I didn’t love them or anything.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and smiled, “Just checking…”
You gave him a fond look, “We did a few variations together. One song. That was it.”
You listened to the song Volt put on—it was a little slow, as far as ballads went. It seemed to go on an infinite crescendo, each bar increasing in pitch then going back down again, over and over, two different violins competing in their melancholy. You could barely hear the guitar tying the melody together.
“Eddie usually liked to lead…” Volt trailed, gazing almost furtively into Eddie’s eyes.
This was another thing, too, about tango—whoever was leading decided when the dance would begin.
Whoever was following had no choice but to wait.
You watched Eddie wrap his right hand around Volt’s waist; Volt responded by placing his left hand near the center of Eddie’s back. Eddie offered his left hand, arm loosely outstretched—Volt took it and leaned into Eddie’s space. Eddie took a breath and after a moment, finally touched the side of his face to Volt’s.
The tango began.
There was usually an intensity to tango, no matter who you were dancing with. It seemed to be the price of admission to dance it at all—either you offered up your entire heart, or not at all. Otherwise you were wasting everyone’s time, including your own.
It took two to tango because the physical closeness meant that you were relying entirely on your partner for balance. You leaned into each other’s space the same amount, with the same force—otherwise, you would topple over.
Volt had his body angled to meet Eddie properly, leaning down to close the few inches of difference between them. Eddie, on the other hand, had to keep his posture straight to keep his side of the proverbial bargain.
Their outstretched arms looked loose at their side, but you knew the force of the clasp at the end, palm against palm, brought that weight to that point, to the hands. Each dancer pushed with full force, even though from afar, it could simply look like they were holding each other’s hand.
At the high, trembling ring of the violins’ joint vibrato, Eddie finally took his first step forward.
Eddie would be leading Volt slowly, but powerfully, decisively, that you could already tell. The bass fiddle took over for a moment, and Volt answered, swinging a leg backward, stepping back, the tip of his dress shoe clearing the floor in a wide arch, making room for Eddie.
Eddie took another step forward.
Their tango consisted of Eddie deciding where to go, guiding Volt, almost using Volt’s body to get there. Volt’s steps consisted of equally decisive concessions, made swiftly after every step Eddie took. He answered Eddie’s steps almost immediately, the footwork quick, delicate, graceful.
If the one leading was in charge of knowing where to go, the one following was in charge of setting the pace. One could wait an eternity before following, could take as much time as they wanted. This, you learned, was the complete privilege of the one following. They alone could decide how things were going to be.
Volt never made Eddie wait.
He moved swiftly, eagerly. His feet almost instantly answered Eddie’s steps every time, his legs were always ready.
They continued that way, Eddie moving, Volt answering. The violins started to dominate the music, a profusion of strings filled the room—you felt your heart in your throat, could almost feel the sadness of what must have driven them to start to tango long ago. Before you knew them, before there was ever anything about them to know.
Suddenly the air was filled with all the percussions from the orchestra, all coming together one last time.
Volt pressed his fingers into the back of Eddie’s hand; Eddie clasped him tightly in return. He started moving back, to the side, forward—faster, more powerfully, each step almost a stomp. Volt’s feet always answered rapidly. He swung his feet promptly, quickly clearing the space for Eddie to make the next step.
The music came to a tragic climax—one by one, the instruments seemed to exhaust themselves, until only the two violins remained, singing in lament, the sounds of the strings filling the air.
They moved closer together, faces pressing.
At last, the song reached its final allegro.
At the thin, singing edge of the violins, the depth of the final thirty seconds seemed a miraculous revelation.
They both had their eyes closed now—Eddie’s body showing Volt’s where he wanted to go, Volt’s feet clearing the way.
The two violins climbed into a bright, trembling note—the song ended in a quivering cry.
You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you gasped for air.
Your lashes were slightly wet.
You only noticed as you were blinking the tears away.
“…Wow.”
Eddie gave Volt a soft kiss before opening his eyes.
Volt smiled at him before turning to you.
“In the end, darling, we figured things out, as you can see.”
You clutched at a faint ache in your chest—for a moment, you felt you understood what he meant.
But you couldn’t, not really. You weren’t there.
That was, as far as you were concerned, years ago—before you.
And so instead, you said, “That was beautiful.”
Eddie turned to you, let go of one of Volt’s hands.
posting early bc i'm writing again! a little bit at least! as it turns out taking a break when you can feel your brain slowing down but before it fully stops is a great idea :) now to catch up on all the fics posted in the past few weeks!! tagging @blackbirdofasgard @calif0rnication @bringbackmaes14 :) also wanted to let everyone know that i'm running a poll on @dateeverythingcommentexchange to get ideas for a fall event so check that out if you're interested 🫶 anyways here's a bit of the next chapter of igrg, below the cut to avoid spoilers
"No, the asternaut goes in the space ship," she's explaining in between giggles, and you can't help but smile as you drag yourself out of bed and stumble into the hall, one hand on the wall for stability. "So she can go to space. She doesn't go in the boat. That would be silly!"
"Of course," the other person says. "How silly of me. Where does this one go?"
That isn't the babysitter. That isn't anyone who should be in your house, even though you immediately recognize the smooth baritone despite your pounding headache and the—has it really been five years since the last time that you heard that voice? You feel a pang of heartache, and then anger, and then you round the corner and see the unmistakeable back of Volt's head sitting on the floor next to your daughter like he has any fucking right to be there.
"Delilah Samantha Watts, you come here right now!" you rasp out, your voice harsher than you mean for it to be, but it has her scurrying to her feet and scrambling over to wrap her arms around your legs and look up at you with tears in her eyes like she's done something wrong.
The first time Volt sees you in five years—the first time he sees you since Eddie chose you over him—and you're a hungover mess yelling at your daughter—at Eddie's daughter, you know that Volt can only be seeing him in her beautiful little face—and making her cry.
You want to cry yourself.
He grunts as he uses his arms to push himself upright to stand and face you. His hair's immaculate as always, but he's beginning to wrinkle on his forehead and cheeks. Leather pants, tight black turtleneck, white socks on the hardwood floor. His jacket and boots must be by the door, his bike outside. You wonder if he still drives the same one. You wonder what else might've changed.
"Cover your ears, baby," you say to Delilah, and then bare your teeth at Volt. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?"
He smiles softly, pitifully at you, and you hate your traitorous heart for fluttering. "How are you feeling?" he asks quietly.
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Ahh, thank you for tagging me in this @that-crippled-princess and @bringbackmaes14! This one sounds like so much fun 🥰
In no particular order:
Who Holds the Power
M - Date Everything, multichapter (incomplete). Exploration of lore, focusing on the Breaker Box
It may be incomplete so far, but it's the longest thing I've ever written and shared publicly, so I'm very very proud of this one. I never thought I'd have it in me to put a longfic out there and keep up the energy to see it through to the end (which technically hasn't happened yet, admittedly), but I'm going on eight months strong with this and still not flagging!
I'd Give Up Forever to Touch You
T - Loki series (Lokius), multichapter (complete). Post S2 fix-it
Out of all the fix-it/reunion fics I've written for Lokius after the season 2 finale (and there have been many), this is probably my favorite one. It feels like it could be a plausible way for Loki to come back to Mobius, and I really like how I captured the emotion in it 🥹
A Prism of Endless Possibility
G - Loki series (Lokius), one-shot. A peek in on every* Lokius pair in the multiverse *Not even close to every one, but I tried lol
The way this story is presented feels like one of my more unique ideas, which by itself earns this story a place on this list. But also, when I only had the idea, I had no clue if I'd be able to pull off something that felt like it would be more visual than anything, so when I did manage to pull it off in a way that felt satisfying, that really solidified how I felt about this one. (Also, everyone's sweet comments telling me that it worked helped me feel more confident about it as well, so thank you all for that!)
Fox on the Run
G - Loki series (Lokius), one-shot. Fluff/humor
Listen, this one is very silly, but I re-read it a little while ago and it made me laugh all over again, so for that reason alone, this holds a special place in my heart 🤭🥰
Delicatessen
M - Date Everything (Eddie/Volt/Reader), multichapter (complete). Mostly fluffy/cuddly vignettes
Again, the theme of unique concepts makes it to this list! I was really proud of myself for the idea of naming each chapter after a type of sandwich and then creating a little scene with Eddie/Volt/Reader in various configurations of sleeping together (in their "sandwich" hehe). It was very fun to write and still feels pretty creative to me.
I absolutely loved your Volt and Eddie sugar daddy headcanons, and I was wondering if you could write more about it? A oneshot would be great. It can be sfw or nsfw, anything is fine!
Feel free to ignore this request! No pressure at all! Have a lovely day/night!!
~ 🎀 Anon
A Treat for a Return
synopsis: Eddie is on a business trip, so Volt and you decide to treat him upon his return. Of course, Volt must test out the goods first. Once Eddie returns, he gets his fill of you.
words: 3.7K
includes: eddiexgn!readerxvolt, sugar daddies! breaker box, gn! reader, smut, sex, reader has a "hole" and "sex," semi-public sex, choking, biting, rough sex, creampie, alcohol, drinking
a/n: Thank you for the request! It was a fun one!
Sorry I've been gone for awhile. I got hella busy last month with my thesis and Art Fight. But I'm mostly back!
"Spin around for me." Volt was leaning on his knees as he sat on a leather stool in a dressing room. Stark blue eyes trailed over your form as you did as he asked.
By now you were used to Volt taking you out like this, however, this was the first time he was dressing you up for Eddie. Your other partner was returning from an overseas business trip to discuss the expansion of his whiskey line. It had been a couple of weeks, and from the short phone calls you had with the man, it was a rough couple of weeks. He was clearly stressed and required some much needed unwinding. Lucky for Eddie, Volt decided to treat him with a lovely surprise upon his return.
"What do you think, live wire?" He asked, tapping his chin.
You were draped in a lacy see-through robe clad in a lacy undergarment. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you gave a nod of approval. "I like it. It's more comfortable than the leather." You looked at the mentioned article on a hook.
"Hmm, I think I preferred the leather on you, but your comfort is more important. You still look absolutely ravishing in this." He reached for the robe, lightly rubbing his fingers on the fabric.
"We can still get the leather. I just wouldn't want to wear it for a long time." You shrugged your shoulders.
Your words made Volt smile. He loved how willing you were to please him and Eddie. Such a good little thing. For being so caring you deserved a little treat.
"Mind trying it on again?" He purred out the question with a grin that had you shivering.
His expression was familiar and very, very hungry. You knew exactly what was coming, but you couldn't deny it excited you. Heat rushed to your sex at the notion. Who were you to deny your lover? So, you nodded and changed your garments.
As you stripped and redressed, Volt's eyes never left your body. They drank in every inch of you, cataloguing the memory for the future during moments he wouldn't have you nearby. Once you were in the new outfit, Volt stood up. He cupped your face, leaning down to kiss. You expected it to be gentle, but it was already passionate. His tongue found yours immediately. A hand slipped down your body, landing on the lining of the leather underwear. Looping a finger underneath, he pulled the article, then released it to snap against your skin. The sharp pain had you yelping into Volt's mouth, but it turned into a pleasurable sting. You moaned, making Volt smirk against your lips.
He pushed your front up against a wall, then stepped back to admire your backside. Pulling out his phone, he took some photos to share with Eddie. "Stick your ass out a little more, live wire. We really want to show him what he's missing." Volt snapped a photo.
"Don't you think he's been teased enough?" You looked over your shoulder at him, a hungry glint in your eye indicating you didn't believe your own question.
"I don't think it's been even a modicum of enough." Volt smirked at you knowingly. "Keep looking at the camera like that."
When he seemingly had his fill of pictures, Volt placed his phone in his pocket and returned to you. Warm hands skimmed teasingly over your skin. Fingers just barely brushed over your exposed nipples, before they dipped beneath the band of the underwear. Pressing his front against your back, Volt teased your heated sex. He groaned at how ready you were, his cock twitching in his pants. You whined as his fingers kept playing with you. Pressing back, you ground your ass against his bulge. Volt grunted at the action, then surprised you with a hard smack against your ass. Before you could cry out, the hand at your sex quickly clamped over your mouth.
Volt leaned toward you, a heated breath ghosted over your ear. "You know better than to test me, live wire." He purred, then nipped at your ear lobe. With his hand on your mouth, your whine was muffled. "I'll be sure to make you feel good, you just need to have some patience."
When you nodded, he let out an approved hum and dropped his hand back over your needy sex. As he pet at you, your eyes rolled back from the sparks of pleasure. A zipper being pulled down sounded behind you, followed by the shuffling of fabric. Volt's cock felt searing hot as it slapped onto the exposed skin of your ass. You felt the thick head press between your thighs, sliding over your clothed sex.
You tightened your thighs, earning you a long groan. He pushed in and out of your thighs, moaning as you squeezed around him. His hand continued to work at your sex, deft fingers making you see stars behind your eyelids. You were already nearing the edge, but he pulled away before it could build further. The loss had you whining, but the sound was quickly replaced with a moan. Volt pushed the underwear to the side, revealing your needy hole. Without warning, he pushed deep inside of you. Covering your mouth, you stifled the sounds Volt was pulling from your body.
Behind you, Volt gripped onto your hips and forced your body to move on his cock. His eyes were transfixed by how well you took his thick length. The bulbous head smushed right into that sweet spot of yours. The feeling had your original pleasure returning, building up your orgasm quickly. You couldn't help but push yourself back to meet his thrusts. Making it so his cock hit your sweet spot with precision over and over.
Your hole sucked in Volt's cock perfectly. He bit his lip as he tried to keep his noise down as well. It was difficult to hold back when your body was giving him all this pleasure, but he did prefer discretion in public. He enjoyed that you were struggling to be quiet as well. Your hand could only do so much muffling when the man was pulling out moan after moan from you. He wondered how quiet you would be when he made you cum on his cock.
By now, your legs were shaking. His cock drove into you, making that white hot pleasure accumulate in your core. One precise thrust into that gummy spot had you reaching your peak. It forced you to bite down on your hand to keep yourself from screaming at the feeling. Pleasure flooded your being, rushing through you with abandon. The one free hand you had shook against the wall as you attempted to keep yourself stable.
With your hole spasming around him, Volt chased his own high. His actions prolonged your orgasm. Sparks of pleasure shot through you with each quick thrust in and out of your hole. As you clenched around him, Volt's hips stuttered to a stop. Leaning over you, he bit into your shoulder with a deep groan. Warmth filled your needy hole, a pleasurable warmth settling within you. You sighed at the feeling as Volt lapped at the bruise developing on your skin. Craning your head back, you captured Volt's lips in a passionate kiss.
"You really like the leather, huh?" You asked, voice raspy.
"I certainly do." Volt pulled out of you with a groan, and searched for his phone. Once he had it, he opened the camera again. "I know Eddie will too." He snapped a photo of his spend trailing down your leg, that tight leather garment still pulled aside to reveal your sex.
Finally home. Eddie rubbed a hand down his face as he reached the penthouse door. With a sigh, he unlocked an opened the door. Inside he slipped off his shoes, and padded into the living room. In their open kitchen, Volt was leaning against the island. A glass of wine was in his hand. He swirled the red liquid before taking a long dreg.
"Welcome home, love." Volt said, placing the glass down and walking up to Eddie.
Eddie slumped into the man's outstretched arms with a long sigh. Volt ruffled Eddies hair with a chuckle. "That bad, huh?"
Eddie nodded against his shoulder, then pulled back to look at Volt. Volt lifted the man's chin, then pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, Eddie chased his face for another kiss. Volt only hummed in amusement, returning back to the kitchen island. Rolling his eyes, Eddie let out an unsatisfied huff, but followed his partner. Grabbing another glass, Volt poured Eddie a large amount of wine. Before Eddie to the drink, he looked around the apartment. His brow was raised in confusion.
"If you're looking for our live wire, they are preoccupied at the moment." Volt nodded at the bedroom door.
With a low chuckle, Eddie grabbed his glass of wine. Before he took a drink, Volt raised his glass and clinked it against Eddie's. Grinning at the small cheers, Eddie took a long dreg of the drink. The aged tannins made the liquid feel smoother as he swallowed. Sighing with content, he set the glass down.
"So what exactly has them occupied?" Eddie asked, a knowing look in his eye.
"A little treat for your homecoming." Volt nonchalantly sipped more wine, appreciating the flavor. "We thought you deserved something nice to help you wind down. And of course, our live wire is more than willing to provide." Volt purred, sending a shiver down Eddie's spine.
"That they are." This time Eddie clinked his glass with Volt's, an unspoken toast to their affections for you. "You both certainly owe me." Eddie's eyes grew dark as they scrutinized Volt. "Considering those pictures you kept sending me."
Volt payed no mind to the accusation, shrugging his shoulders with a cheeky grin.
Eddie could already feel himself growing hard in his pants. There were so many ways you could be readied for him in your shared bedroom. Perhaps tied up in extravagant bows. Maybe handcuffed to the bedposts as a toy had you just stimulated enough to take him, but to not let you cum. Or maybe you were freely playing with yourself, ready to let Eddie pin you down and use you to relieve himself of the stressful trip. Regardless, Eddie was growing more and more pent up.
Breaking the man out of his thoughts, Volt lifted his chin. He grinned at Eddie, before speaking lowly. "It seems like you need more than some wine to wind down."
"You read my mind." Eddie leaned in, this time grabbing Volt's face. The scruff of Eddie's beard scratched deliciously against Volt's smooth skin as the man pressed a hard kiss to his lips. He dipped his tongue into Volt's mouth, taking full control of the kiss as he wrapped his tongue around Volt's. Volt sighed at the man's taste, realizing just how much he missed it. When he pulled back, a string of saliva broke between the two of them. "Now, let's see how our spark is holding up."
In the bedroom, Volt had you clad in that lacy number you had tried on. You were tied to the bed with soft ropes, your wrists tied together and hung from the bed posts. Your legs were spread apart. Through the fabric of the underwear, a bulge of a sex-toy could be seen. As it buzzed against your sex, you were writhing in ecstasy. You were whining against a silk gag in your mouth when Eddie entered. His eyes widened at the sight, his hard cock twitching in his pants. Oh you were certainly a sight for sore eyes.
Eddie crawled onto the bed on top of you. Gently, he caressed your face and pulled down the gag. With wide eyes, you were panting and whining. Gripping your chin, he pulled your face close to his. You could practically taste the pleased smirk on his face. The proximity had you licking your lips nervously. What was he planning on doing?
"You poor thing." He said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "How long has Volt had you like this?"
Through a dry throat, you croaked out: "Three hours."
Raising his brows in surprise, Eddie turned to look at Volt. The other man had pulled up a comfortable chair and had his glass of wine in hand. With a chuckle and shrug, Volt took a sip that ended with a satisfied sigh. Rolling his eyes, Eddie turned back to you.
"You must be real pent up, yeah?"
Eyes wild with desperation, you nodded profusely. You were suddenly met with a hand around your throat. His rough fingers lightly squeezed the sides, making you feel a pleasant lightheaded-ness.
"You know I like it when you talk to me, spark." His voice was low, sending shivers down your spine. "Want to try that again?"
You almost nodded in response, but caught his challenging stare. Clearing your throat with a soft cough, you nodded and spoke. "Yes."
"Good." He grinned, his hand moving from your throat to caress your cheek. "Now, are you pent up?"
"Yes." You added another nod.
Suddenly, his lips crashed into yours. Dipping his tongue into your mouth, he groaned at your taste. Damn, it had been way too long since he had been with you. You felt the same, moaning as the heady flavor filled your senses. The kisses were hot and sloppy, open-mouthed with your tongues continually searching for the other. When he pulled back, you saw his pupils were blown wide. His chest was heaving and his body stiff, like he was holding himself back from just taking you right then and there.
He returned to kissing you, then trailed his lips down your jaw and neck. Finding the sweet spot on your throat, he bit down and sucked at the skin. You yelped at the pleasurable pain, then moaned as his tongue lavished the spot with hot strokes. With Eddie at your neck, you were able to see Volt watching from the side of the bed. When you made eye contact, he shot you a cheeky smirk that had heat flaring to your cheeks.
Before anything else happened, Eddie's strong hand had gripped your chin and forced you to face him. "You pay attention to me. You are my welcome home present, aren't you?" His steely gaze shot heat straight to your core, your needy hole contracting at the commanding tone.
"Yes."
"Good, spark." He kissed down your torso, tongue swirling around your nipples before continuing down. Once he was between your legs, he let out an amused huff. For a moment, he watched the vibrator through your underwear, then he pushed himself onto his elbows. "As pretty as this number is…" He trailed, looping a finger under the band of the article, then let it snap against your skin. "I think I want it off. How's that sound?"
"Good." You nodded, looking down at the man with anticipation.
"Good." He kissed your thigh, then pulled down the underwear. Shoved deep in your hole, the vibrator continued to tease at your sweet spot. The sight had him groaning, his cock twitching in his pants. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"
Unsure if the question was rhetorical, you responded. "Y-yes?"
Eddie chuckled with an amused roll of his eyes. "Don't try to kiss my ass too much." He pushed himself up to be face-to-face with you. "I wasn't gone long enough to forget how much of brat you can be."
"We wanted to make sure– mmph! Make sure you were… uh, ah." Shaking your head, you tried to find coherence. "Make sure youweretakencareof!" You managed to squeak out. The vibrator had practically turned your brain to mush, and having Eddie in your proximity wasn't aiding your faded mind.
"I suppose I could treat you back then." His lips brushed against yours. "Since you're being so generous." His lips pressed softly to yours. "Do you think you deserve a treat, spark?" You felt his smirk pull at his lips as you whimpered.
"Yes." You tried to catch his lips, but he moved back.
"Yes, what?"
"I, uh, I deserve it."
"Deserve what?" Eddie was purposefully being obtuse, the knowing look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
"Deserve a treat." You managed to grumble out, followed by a moan.
"Was that so hard?" He crooned, cupping your cheek.
As his lips returned to yours, he reached for the vibrator. Kissing you harshly, he slid out the device and swallowed your subsequent moan. The man didn't take the time to strip down, instead only removing his belt and shoving his pants and boxers down. Between your legs, you felt his hot length slap against your sex. You whined as he rubbed himself against you, making the man grin. His cock twitched at the sounds he was pulling from you. Lips still pressed to yours, you felt him line up with your needy hole. He slowly pushed deep inside of you. When he bottomed out, you both groaned with relief. The thick tip of his cock smushed right into your sweet spot that had your hole clenching around him.
Pulling back from your mouth, he looked into your eyes. That desperation swirling in your irises spurred him on. Pulling all the way out, he suddenly shoved his entire length inside of you. A brutal pace was set, his hands gripped your hips for leverage as he pummeled your sensitive sex. All you could do was take it. Your hands twitched, pulling at the rope, but you were helpless. However, you didn't mind that at all.
As he used your body, you fell into a pure bliss. Eddie had every part of you memorized and was making sure his cock hit that gummy spot inside of you with precision. Each time he smushed into it, you felt the sparks of pleasure course through your body. On the bed you were a writhing mess, crying out as Eddie forced you to the edge.
On the sidelines, Volt watched the scene with amusement. The glass of wine had been set on a bedside table as his hand worked at his cock. He loved watching you and Eddie like this. With you, Eddie went wild, all inhibitions thrown out the window. These moments where you gave him full control were some of the most entertaining to Volt. Your head would be thrown back as you felt ecstasy flood your being. Eddie would fuck you till you could barely stand, making sure to take his entire fill of you. It was almost animalistic, Eddie treating you like fucking you was a necessity.
His teeth grazed then bit down on your throat, leaving a mark he could admire in the future. You groaned at the feeling, excited to see the results after they bloomed on your skin. The man loved to make his claim known. With Volt having a public persona, he was only able to mark the man discreetly. With you, Eddie could mark you as much as he pleased. Encounters like this typically ended with you littered with splotches from his mouth.
Eddie could tell you were nearing your peak. Your hole clenched and unclenched around him repeatedly, and moans wouldn't stop tumbling past your lips. As he continued to push you further, heat flared in your core. Oh, you were so close. All you needed was something to push you over the–
"Cum for me." He commanded.
Nothing else was needed. White hot pleasure flooded your veins, making you see stars. Your body shook as you felt your climax course through you. You screamed, the sound shooting straight to Eddie's cock. The sound then turned into a long droning moan as the sparks of pleasure kept hitting you over and over. Eddie didn't let up on his pace, chasing his own high. He watched your face contorted with pleasure, focused on the feeling of your hole spasming around his cock, and reached the peak. Hot ropes of cum filled your hole. The feeling prolonged your orgasm, making you shiver. Strong hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as his cock shot out rope after rope. It seemed like it really had been much too long without you.
Once his cock settled, he gently pulled out of you. The sight of his spend dripping out had him groaning, his cock twitching and raring to go once again. He let you settle for a moment, but was making sure to get his fill of this treat. He fucked you in this same position, then decided to fold your body over to drive even deeper into you. At one point you were untied, only for you to be flipped onto your stomach so the man could take you from behind. He ripped orgasms out of you till you were an overstimulated mess. By the end of the night, you were teary-eyed and sure you couldn't walk on your own.
Volt had some decent hindsight and drew a bath in your large tub. Eddie was almost as spent as you, so Volt carried you to the tub. The three of you enjoyed the warm water. Gentle caresses and sweet nothings were whispered to each other as you came down from your physically taxing and pleasurable experience. Eddie held you to his chest, pressing soft kisses up your neck. He smirked to himself as he looked over the various marks he left on you.
"I think I'll take you with the next time I have a business trip." He said, then kissed your cheek.
"Me?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him.
"Yes, you." Eddie chuckled. "That was too much time without my spark."
"So I have to stay home alone?" Volt raised a challenging brow.
"There's only so much pictures can do for me." Eddie said, gaze unwavering.
"How about you guys just share me?" You added, feeling your cheeks heat up at the fact that they were arguing over who got to have you.
"Hmm…" Volt hummed. "Maybe our live wire can choose where to go? Would that be fair?"
"Yeah." You nodded. "As long as whoever I'm not with isn't offended." You added, not wishing to cause any conflict.
"We would never hold anything against you." Volt said with a reassuring smile.
"Unless you're being a brat." Eddie added with a laugh.
Seven Sentence (I think? How do you count sentences in dialogue??) Sunday
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Today's snippet is suggestive verging on explicit Eddie/Volt/Reader, so below the cut it goes. As usual, proceed with caution! 😊
By then, Eddie was the only thing keeping you propped upright, and it was a good thing, too; your head had gotten so fuzzy at that point that you'd practically lost track of which way was up. As you desperately heaved for breath, your body starting to twitch against him in a telltale way, he tipped his head down to get his lips as close to your ear as he could manage. "Gonna come on his tongue? Around his fingers? Fuck, do it, spark," Eddie whispered, his voice harsh and strained as if he was the one about to get off, "We want you to feel good. Let go for us."
It takes me forever to write smut, but it is coming along 😅
