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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. e/v masterlist.

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“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.

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“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.

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.

Uh oh.

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.

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am-i-interrupting · 17 hours ago

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i neeeeeed some cabrizzio smut theres a distinct lack of it

I do not write for Cabrizzio but you can find the characters I write for in my pinned post!

#date everything x you #date everything x y/n #date everything x reader

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am-i-interrupting · 17 hours ago

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Hello! I saw that you were open to Requests for Date Everything. I was wondering if you could do headcanons or fics of some of the characters being jealous? Preferably Eddie and Volt (as a poly) , Skips, Curt and Rod, or any characters you like.

Curt & Rod

Neither one of them is quick to get jealous but between the two of them, the one who is quicker is Curt.

He’ll come up beside you, put his hand on your waist, and start throwing shade at the person real fast.

If it makes you laugh? Great.

If the other person joins in and throws either of you in the mix? It’s over.

It’s no longer throwing light shade. He’s going to say something hurtful if this person does not leave you alone quickly.

Rod is more likely to just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. His head gets planted on your shoulder.

A quick peck to the cheek and then he’s glaring at the person.

Pulling you close, so close there is no space between the two of you.

But when you look up at him, he’s just nodding along like normal.

It’s when he starts to press kisses all along your face that you re clued in on what’s happening.

Drysdale

If it’s a one time incident? Well, nothing an intimate rendezvous can’t solve.

If it’s a reoccurring jealousy? That’s different.

He’ll likely get a bit quiet around this particular person who makes a jab at his heart with their joust called jealousy.

That is until he says something and then it’s normally extraordinarily rude and partially a projection of his insecurities.

When you call him out on this, maybe there’s a jab of his own but it’s quickly met with an apology. Almost as quickly as the words leave his lips there’s a sorry coming to replace it.

Then there’s an admission of how he’s once again feeling as though he’s not enough or perhaps too much.

It’ll take many words for him to believe the opposite. What is actually the truth.

But every time he hears those words from you, his heart is doing flips more complex than his body ever has.

Eddie & Volt

They are normally able to keep the other’s emotions rather well in check before some kind of action may come of it.

However, there’s only so much the other can say when you’re laughing, cheeks flushed (probably from the alcohol) and leaning forward towards this person listening to every word they say.

“They’re awfully close to our live wire, don’t you think?” “So what are we going to do about it?”

Eddie slides over to the other side of the bar, replacing your drink with water and making this guest a new drink even if they didn’t ask for one.

This one is on the house, he insists.

As he’s shaking up a drink, Volt comes over and throws his arm around you.

“How is our live wire?” he asks as he moves a stray hair and uses this as a reason to tilt your chin up to look at him.

Now that blush is one made up of heat.

He’ll place a kiss on your lips, deepening it as Eddie slides the drink over to this guest.

They’ll take it and quickly advert their gaze with a glare before taking a sip. They’ll choke and gag at how disgusting the drink is.

But as they turn to the bartender, he’s reached over the counter and pulled you into a kiss as well.

You don’t even notice the person leave, you never do.

You just ask what you did to deserve this treatment.

Skips

He doesn’t get jealous so much so as he does get insecure.

He’s prone to retreating.

He’ll take some time to himself and reflect on his emotions, long enough to feel them. Long enough so they don’t consume.

Then he will come back to you, those feelings hidden deep, and try to continue on as though nothing happened.

This of course falls apart soon after being hit with a few questions upon where he went.

He’ll try to deflect once again. Just become a shadow with him. Please. It’ll fix everything.

Then when you’re able to get past that defense, he quickly crumbles.

Asking you if you still love him.

He’ll truly relax if in spite of his recent outburst, you still allow his power to curl around you and bring you into the shadow where it’s just the two of you.

#date everything x you #date everything x y/n #date everything x reader #Drysdale x reader #Drysdale x you #skips x reader #skips x you #curt and rod x reader #eddie and volt x reader #eddie x volt x reader #Curt x rod x reader #Curt x reader #rod x reader

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am-i-interrupting · 19 hours ago

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Can you write headcanons for Lyric(underrated) and Mateo in having a Reader who a storybook writer who have insecure in there writings but gets comfort and encouragement by them

It was not intentional, the first time that he ever read one of your creations.

Maybe your stories were just a creation meant for you. Maybe it was a book filled with character ideas and plot outlines. Maybe it was something you did and managed to publish, even if they weren’t the most popular.

Whatever the case, Lyric had accidentally read your ideas by simply picking up a book and opening it.

He didn’t even know it was yours!

That’s what made it all the more moving when the next time you spoke to him after he’d read it, he was raving to you about this genius.

It was so marvelous, so magnificent, and given so much thought that often was lacked in today’s quickly written cash grabs.

He loved it.

He loved it even more when he realized it was written by you.

However, if you asked, he’d always be up to a brainstorming session with you to work out the plot points of your next story.

You had a habit of writing with the inanimals curled up in your lap. They provided such comfort and a very calming presence.

Mateo noticed this quickly but never did pry. At least, he didn’t at first. Not until the two of you had gotten comfortable with one another.

You’d gone on probably four dates at this point with Mateo which normally were just hangout sessions with the inanimals that ended with the two of you sharing a meal.

That’s when he finally asked “I don’t want to pry and you can definitely decline to answer but what is it you write about so often?”

When you give him an answer his eyes go soft.

He adores listening to you go on about what you’re passionate about.

One day he’ll ask if you will read it to him.

This will become a reoccurring thing. It helps refresh your memory on what you’ve already wrote, see your spelling errors, and most of all lets you spend time with him.

He tells you how much he loves it every single time, pointing out the small details like the way you described one specific thing.

He honestly doesn’t care what it’s about though because with you in his lap and inanimals all around him, of course it’ll be perfect.

#date everything x y/n #date everything x you #date everything x reader #lyric x reader #lyric x you #mateo x reader #date everything Mateo x reader

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am-i-interrupting · 2 days ago

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electrical storm - volt/eddie/reader

⋆syn: Eddie doesn't do well during storms. You and Volt help give him what he needs for some relief.

⋆wc: 3.5k

⋆cw: m/m/afab threesome, domestic fluff, comfort, explorations of chronic pain/fatigue.

⋆notes: reader insert uses g/n pronouns and is not described with feminine attributes. AFAB genitalia, terms used include hole, entrance, and cunt . no spoilers for any of the routes but it is a more established relationship. e/v masterlist.

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You feel the smallest shiver run through Eddie’s body at the words, and his eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment before he inhales sharply. You bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek once again. “Eddie,” you breathe into his mouth, “let us take care of you.”

It’s like your words flip a switch inside of him, relief flooding his body in a surge, and any stress in his shoulders simply melting away. You think, for just a moment, that his eyes might be sparkling with the beginning of tears, but he blinks, and the thought is gone.

“Do you want that, Eddie?” Volt whispers, the bolts of his hair sparking over Eddie’s face, his hand slowly encircling his neck. “Do you need it?”

electrical storm

Soft isn’t a term you would use to describe Volt or Eddie. Or, Volt and Eddie.

Maybe it’s because they are, in their basest form, unpredictable, powerful forms of energy, kept in check by each other’s presence as their essence flows through the currents of your own home. Their very touch sends sparks through your veins, electrifies your heartbeat, all with an unspoken potency that they could be far more damaging if they so choose. They are harsh, formidable, thrilling, alive.

But soft?

It wouldn’t be your first choice.

Except, there are glimpses of it on days when Eddie’s strained himself a bit too far. When the to-do list takes the three of you much longer than expected, or in the late hours cleaning up when last call was ignored, or after a storm, and he tries as hard as he can to hide the way he breathes a little deeper, pauses for a little longer. Maybe he thinks you don’t notice (Volt always does, and it did take you a while to learn what to look for), maybe he thinks it's not a problem. But it makes your heart bleed a little, when you can see the spark dimmed in his grey eyes, as yet another guest asks him for a drink that’s not even on the menu, and begrudgingly, he makes it without a single complaint.

It’s one of those nights, after a summer day where, promptly at 5:30pm by Timmy’s clock, the skies burst open, and lightning streaks through Wyndolyn’s panes all through the night. It’s been non-stop for weeks, the boys can hardly catch a break, and you just wish you could yell at the clouds and make them listen. Force them to understand the discomfort the constant brownouts and flickers do to your partners, to one of them in particular.

A clap of thunder makes the bottles behind you at the bar clink together, and you sigh. Even here, in the recesses of the Breaker Box, it felt non-stop. Miranda, strumming away on the velvet stage, pays it no mind, and it seems like none of the other guests do either.

Volt, mingling his way through the tables, looks up as he claps Dorian on the shoulder, the white light of his eyes immediately finding yours. He senses your distress, you know he does, because he promptly pauses his greetings and makes his way to the bar.

You sigh in relief at his presence, but then gasp at the shock on your skin when Volt’s hand finds your arm. He’s more charged during the storms, you’ve found, like all the electrons in the air swarm to him, powering him.

He tsks his tongue, removing his touch. “Ah, my apologies, live wire.” He doesn’t look hurt, only concerned, as his dark brows scrunch together. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no Volt, not at all.” To prove it, you take his hand again, finding the spark more calming since you’re expecting it.

“What seems to be troubling you then, hm?” He reaches up and runs a silver thumb over your cheek. He studies your face, tips your chin up to meet his eyes, and you see him realize it before you even find the words. “Ah. Our Eddie, hm?”

You nod, relaxing into Volt’s touch. “I just wish the storms would stop, this can’t be good for him.”

Volt tsks his tongue again, a quiet “I know, darling,” leaving his lips as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I know it’s hard. Amps sake, I was created to help prevent his suffering, and it took me a very long time to reconcile with the fact that, much as I’d like to, weather isn’t for us to control.”

“But he’s so tired, Volt.” You know he knows, you know there isn’t anything to be done about it other than wait. But it helps to talk to someone who understands. “And I know you are too.”

“Hmm, maybe. But we’ve been through worse.” His thumb leaves trails of tingles on your cheek. “Remember, say, three years ago, that freak tropical storm that came our way?”

You do - it came with hardly any notice, changing directions and coming straight at your city in the middle of the night. You didn’t have power for almost eight hours, though you do remember it flickering on and off every now and again. “Were you hurt, during that?” you ask, and you start to wonder how the other experiences your home has been through has impacted its (previously unknown to you) residents.

“Not hurt, per say. Thrown through the ringer might be the best term for it,” he says, a hint of a smile as his brows relax. “We worked for every possible moment we could manage. Eddie… I’d never seen him like that before, or since. But then, when it was over, he slept for what must’ve been a week, good as new.” His white eyes go soft, making sure you look into them as he says his next piece. “The storms will pass. And he will be alright, and you and I can do all we can to lighten his load, yes?”

You swallow and bite your bottom lip. You’re still not sure, but you trust Volt. With everything. Of course you do. “Yes.”

Volt’s resulting smile is one of relief, but the concern is still evident in his brow. “Why don’t you go to him, hm? It’s not too busy, and I can manage the bar. Ah ah ah, no arguing, spark, I’ve decided that’s what’s going to happen, and so it shall. Upstairs, to Eddie.”

You know better than to disagree, Volt isn’t one you can easily win against. And, you don’t even want to - you just want Eddie. You turn to go, but Volt holds you still for just a moment more.

“Here, give him this for me?” he asks, before lowering his head and kissing your lips, lovingly, sweetly, softly. It ignites your heart, makes your head buzz, your lips tingle, and he breaks away, whispers against your lips, “and keep this one for yourself,” before kissing you again, deepening his hold on your cheek.

When you part, it’s because applause for Miranda snaps you back into reality, and you flush red at the glint in Volt’s eyes. “I’ll make sure to get it to him,” you say, slipping away up the stairs behind the bar, knowing Volt’s gaze follows you every step of the way.

You find Eddie, a bit unexpectedly, on the floor of the boys’ bedroom, with his head leaning back on the edge of the mattress. His eyes are shut tightly, his jagged brows nearly kissing in the middle of his forehead, jaw set firmly. You glimpse at his hands, relieved when you see they’re not shaking, just balled into fists.

You crouch to the ground, steady yourself with a hand on the mattress. “Eddie?”

He makes a small sound and blinks his eyes open before rolling his head towards you. “Hm. Live wire. You okay?” he asks, his voice haggard and gruff, more clipped than it sounds when he first wakes up in the morning.

“Me? Eddie, yeah, I’m okay.” These men, always worried about you, of all people. “Did I wake you?”

Eddie scoffs, then groans as he stretches his neck. “Not at all. I’m about as far from restful as you can get, I think.” He sighs, extends his legs out to lay flat on the floor. “Just trying not to exert myself too much. Everything alright downstairs?”

“Don’t worry about it right now.”

“Well, I’m a little worried by that answer.”

You roll your eyes, only because you know he says it in jest. “Everything’s fine, Eddie.” You move to settle on the ground beside him. “I’m just worried about you.”

You swear there’s a split second that a corner of his mouth twitches up, and his gaze changes, almost softens, when you reach out to hold his hand. “I know you are. But, I’ve been through worse. Not dead yet.”

You try not to grimace at the phrase. “Yeah, Volt told me about the tropical storm.” You squeeze his hand. “I wish I knew about you back then. I’m sorry you went through that.”

He shrugs, though it’s hardly nonchalant. “S’okay. Nothing you could do.”

It’s quiet for a moment, as he breathes with you. You remember something though, and shirt to face him. “Volt wanted me to give you something.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

You cup his face, his stubble rough on your palm, and cautiously dip your head towards his. Gently, you meet his lips, delivering Volt’s message as best you can, and he hums gladly as your kisses deepens.

It’s a moment later when you pull apart, and your foreheads rest together. Eddie leans into your hand on his cheek, his steel eyes finding yours.

“Five star delivery, live wire,” he says, his voice low. “I’ll let Volt know it was received.” He cocks a brow and runs a hand over your thigh. “And what about you? You got anything for me?”

You let out a giggle and move your hand to his collar. “Just my love and devotion. And worries about your stress.”

Eddie nods, and you realize his hand is still making its way up your thigh. Thunder once again shakes the room, and you watch his face for any sign of distress, though it doesn’t come.

“And what if,” he says, his eyes moving to glance at your lips, “there was something I need from you?”

“Name it,” you respond, meaning it with all your heart.

He leans even closer to you, your noses pressed together, your lips only a breath away, and you feel his tough dip into your inner thigh, familiar sparks under his touch. “I need you, on our bed, with my cock inside you. Now.”

You breath hitches, like your brain has momentarily short circuited. You pull away, surprised - soft with his words, Eddie is not. But still, it’s not what you expected to hear. “Eddie, you’re -”

“What?” he cuts you off, and it looks almost like another storm is brewing in his eyes. “I’m what? Incapable of fucking as a distraction to my headache?” His grip tightens on your thigh, and you gasp. “Unable to want one of my partners just because of the weather?”

“I didn’t say that -”

“No, but you’re still worrying,” he says, almost with a laugh in his voice. “And I’m telling you, that right now, what would make me feel better, is fucking you. So,” he’s so close to you now, you feel his breath on your cheek, “you gonna let me?”

Well. It’d be rude to say no to that, wouldn’t it?

Your hand on his collar slides to the back of his neck, holding on tightly. “Always.”

Like lightning, Eddie scoops you up, and the mattress bounces beneath your bodies as you both land. You’re on your side, pressed close to Eddie’s chest, one of his hands cupping your face, the other pulling your thigh over his, making sure no space exists between you and him. He kisses you, but it’s not his usual hunger that you find on his lips, but something you’re not used to tasting. Something calmer, sweeter, softer.

His hand glides from your thigh up to your waist, leaving a current in its wake, and he squeezes your skin, not as hard as usual, almost like he’s grasping at something he expects to disappear. You moan into his mouth and grind your hips into his, and he bites your bottom lip in response.

“Little wire,” he groans after a moment, steel eyes dark and voice low, “I don’t want to wait, I need you, now.”

And you don’t need to be told twice.

You both shed your clothes without a moment’s hesitation, pulling at whatever piece of fabric you can find on the other’s body, and throwing it to the floor. When you come back together, press back to him as close as you can, the charge of his skin momentarily takes your breath away. Eddie’s skin is different than Volt’s, less electric, less shocking - it always brings goosebumps to the surface on your skin, almost hums under your touch, and you wonder if you could follow his veins like currents.

Eddie’s cock rests against the lips of your cunt, rocking gently against you, but he holds your hips still when you try to get even closer, and you whimper his name, your nails scraping at his chest.

“Fuck,” he breathe through gritted teeth. “I may not last long, baby.”

“I don’t care, Eddie.” You find his eyes, deep grey and bursting with love. “I need you too.”

That’s all the permission he needs, and he lifts your leg to angle his cock at your entrance. Your jaw goes slack as he presses his length inside you, your eyes never leaving his, watching the way they shine as he slides inside you. When he stops, your bodies fully combined, he breathes, shaky, and digs his fingers into your flesh.

He waits a moment, a breath, and he kisses you just as he starts to pull out, setting a languid, easy pace. Your body is liquid, puddy under his hands, and when you exhale, he inhales, sharing the charged air between you. You rock together, unhurried, Eddie’s hands roaming every inch of your sides, your back, your legs.

It’s different than usual. It’s patient. It’s soft.

“Mind if I join you?”

You hear Volt’s velvet voice rather than see him, but you can just imagine how he leans against the doorway, hands in pockets, some sort of grin on his face.

Eddie slows, doesn't fully stop fucking you, but his breath is heavy when he speaks. “Volt, you -”

“Already closed up early. Thought it best to soothe our little wire’s worries as quick as I could.” You hear a thud, and imagine it’s his jacket falling to the floor.

Eddie sighs, stills inside you, and his eyes leave your face, flit past your shoulder to the doorway, to Volt. “You can join, I just - I needed them, Volt.”

“Oh, my darling,” Volt coos, “I don’t doubt it.” Finally, he steps into your view, coming behind Eddie, dipping down to kiss his head. His lips brush Eddie’s ear, and silver fingers graze his shoulder. “How about, I give you something else you need, hm?”

“Do you want that, Eddie?” Volt whispers, the bolts of his hair sparking over Eddie’s face, his hand slowly encircling his neck. “Do you need it?”

“Y-yes. Yes,” he manages out, rocking his cock back inside you and digging his fingers into your flesh, making you gasp, making you ache.

Volt chuckles, grinning in a way that shows his teeth, and you notice for the first time that, like you two, he’s naked, his free hand slowly stroking over his cock, shiny with what you guess is lube that coats his fingers too. You feel the bed shift as his weight presses into the bed, effortlessly spooning Eddie so that they perfectly slot together. Made for each other.

You wrap your hand in the coils of Eddie’s hair, holding him steady with the help of Volt’s grip on his neck, and you squeeze the muscles of your cunt to keep his cock warm inside you. He groans, and Volt guides Eddie’s leg to rest atop your own, a jumbled mess of limbs and sparks and sweat.

Eddie gasps, and his eyes fly open, and he grunts something that sounds like Volt’s name.

Volt’s lips kiss Eddie’s ear, close enough to your hand that you can feel his breath, and you feel it when he says, “that’s it, that’s our good boy.”

“Volt, please -”

“Be patient, darling, just -” Volt says, and Eddie groans again, his grip on you tightening so much, you might find burn marks in the morning, “a moment more. And then you’ll have what you need.”

“I don’t, fuck, I don’t need prep, Volt, fuck I need you.” Eddie’s voice tumbles quickly from his mouth, his hips feebly trying to buck up into your cunt, his titanium eyes glossy with want, need.

Volt sighs, mutters an acquiescence, and his lightning eyes find yours over the head of your partner, their usual mischievous shine replaced with something deeper, something softer. Love, you realize it must be, and your fingers curl in Eddie’s hair, giving Volt the smallest nod.

You can’t see his movements as his fingers slip out of Eddie, but his eyes never leave yours as he adjusts Eddie’s legs again, then grasps his cock, finding Eddie’s waiting, needing hole, and presses his way inside. You watch each other as Eddie groans between your bodies, his body stiffening as he takes Volt inside him, and you, in turn, feel him twitch inside you.

Volt waits, just a moment, for Eddie to find his breath, and when you finally glance down at his face, you notice the streak of a tear that has fallen down his nose.

“Eddie,” you say, in the softest voice you can muster, “you alright?”

He exhales a breath that may be a laugh, and it tickles your cheek. “Live wire,” he says, his voice finally sounding relieved instead of depleted, “I’m perfect.”

It’s like the word grants Volt the permission he was waiting for, and he drags his length almost fully out of Eddie, before thrusting back in a flash. Your legs are a mess, intertwined in such a way that you’re not sure whose skin is whose, but as Volt moves, Eddie’s hips move in tandem, and you squeeze your cunt to wrap around him even tighter, wanting, needing him as close as you’re allowed.

Usually, nights on this bed are rougher, with more teeth, nails, and shocks, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But this… this softness… it warms your heart, livens your nerves like you’ve been plugged into a socket, and you never want to let it go.

Eddie groans, he whimpers, at Volt’s unrelenting cock, the searing grip on his neck. “Fuck, V-Volt, baby, I’m - please -”

You kiss his forehead, kiss his temples, softly, lovingly, as you whisper, “We’ve got you, we’ve got you, Eddie.”

“You’re doing so well, darling,” Volt adds, honey falling from his lips. “Doing so well for us.”

Eddie’s voice sputters just as his body stiffens, tightens, and you know he won’t hold out much longer. His fingers singe the flesh on your waist, your thigh, and his cock ruts into you even faster, chasing his release - before you can even offer him more reassurances, he cries out, louder than you’ve heard from him before, and you feel his cum fill your cunt as he bucks erratically through his release.

“Oh fuck, oh yes,” you whisper against his lips before his weight goes slack.

Volt doesn’t stop, in fact, he fucks him faster, harder, and a few tears fall from Eddie’s eyes at his unabating pace that you swiftly kiss away. Despite that, you know Volt can’t be much further behind, and you reach out your hand to find his cheek, needing to feel his skin on yours.

Just as you thought, soon Volt’s pace becomes more erratic, less precise, and his fingers around Eddie’s neck tightens as he too comes with a groan of Eddie’s name and a bite to your hand.

You stay there, the three of you, in the soft afterglow, until, who knows how long after, Eddie finally stirs, and sighs, a sound of contentment coming from the back of his throat.

“Well -” Eddie’s voice is best described as well and truly fucked - “my headache is gone.”

You and Volt smile, a shared successful mission completed.

It’s Volt that first separates from your pile of legs, returning in a blink with water, towels, a blanket. When Eddie rolls onto his back, his cheeks are flushed red, and the rise and fall of his chest is even for what seems like the first time in weeks. Volt throws the used towels aside and sits next to him, running a finger along his jaw.

“How’s our Eddie?” he asks, and you settle into the crook of his shoulder, throw your arm over his chest.

“Better.” You hear his voice in his chest, and know he has a smile on his face. “I got your message, earlier. Had a very good messenger deliver it.”

“Did you?” Volt glances down at you, sends you a knowing wink. “That’s good to hear. But, I have one to deliver myself, as well.” Eddie hums in satisfaction when Volt kisses him, and your heart flips in your chest at the sight. They separate, and white and steel eyes find yours before two sets of lips find your cheeks simultaneously. They’re soft kisses. They’re yours.

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am-i-interrupting · 2 days ago

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𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?

eddie x volt x reader

summary: eddie and volt have been arguing all day, and rather than let them keep screaming at each other, you propose they make up.

warnings: handjob, mutual masturbation, grinding, frotting

a/n: boys kissing YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! wrote this in two days, these breaker box boys have taken over my life, have fun reading <3

wc: 1.6k

Volt and Eddie had been going at it all day.

Things seemed fine after you had reset the power, bringing their energy back tenfold. But they still managed to get on each other's nerves.

Something from Eddie about not messing up the wiring for a new sound system. Then a note from Volt about how there were too many people on the setlist for the next coming nights and having to reschedule. Stress was getting to both your boys and you were worried they’d start screaming at each other before the day ended.

So you felt you had to do something to rectify the situation.

After their shifts were over, you pulled them both aside to a separate room in the back of the club.

“Okay, boys. I can’t deal with all this friction from today getting between our relationship. So…”

“So… what?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You two are going to make up. Right now.”

“What?!”

Both of their voices rang out as one. It was cute when they did that.

“You heard me.”

“I’m not apologizing for anything!” Eddie retorted, annoyed.

“Yes you are, or else.”

“Or else what?” Volt questioned, scoffing.

“I won’t come by the club until the two of you make up on your own time.”

That was the sentence to get a reaction out of both men, asking you to ‘hold on’ and ‘just think this through, live wire’ with a slew of begging that followed.

Your stern look shut them up immediately.

Eddie cleared his throat, “What… um… would you have us do?”

“Very cute for you to step up first, Eddie.” You started.

“Shut up…” He replied, but the compliment painted a blush on his cheeks.

You were very aware of the fact that both Volt and Eddie were wrapped around your little finger.

Pulling up a chair in the center of the room, you walked over to the darker haired man and grabbed him by the wrist.

“Sit here, Ed.”

His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you guided him to the seat. What he thought would be the sound of you dragging over another chair for Volt to sit in was the complete opposite. His blue eyes locked on your figure as you walked over to the taller, white haired man. Confusion hit as you did the same thing with Volt as you’d done with him.

Surely you wouldn’t…

“Volt… take a seat.”

Immediately, Eddie retorted, “I am not a seat for him.”

“Tonight you are, because I said so.”

The tone in your voice meant you weren’t messing around.

Eddie swallowed thickly.

“What’s the big deal, Eddie? It’s not like we haven’t been in this position before.” Volt’s smug voice sounded out, placing one leg over the smaller man's thigh and lowering himself into his lap. He reached one hand behind Eddie’s head to hold onto the back of the chair, still towering over him with that electrifying smirk.

God, the things you would do to see both of them in action.

“Yeah, but…” The slight shake in his voice and his cheeks pinking up again only meant one thing.

Eddie was so flustered. You never saw him like this unless you were alone with him.

“Have you never… had Volt in your lap before?” You asked, curious to know.

“No… I was always– ugh, it doesn’t matter.”

“What would you ask of us, live wire?”

Volt turned his head towards you, eager to obey your command.

“Volt, would you please kiss Eddie the way you kiss me?”

“Huh?” Eddie reacts, not having done anything romantic with the larger man in quite some time.

“Don’t act like you haven’t done it before. I know you two used to be together.”

“Yeah but… we haven’t since… I don’t even know when. What’s the point of this, live wire?” Eddie grumbled.

“I just figure this’ll help you both remember how much you love each other! And so that the fighting will stop. I hate when you boys fight.” You pout the last sentence, watching Eddie’s eyebrows upturn in concern.

He’s always had a soft spot for you.

“If it’s what you really want…” Eddie trails off, turning his head to the man with glowing hair above him.

“Live wire gets what they want… always.” Volt’s voice lowers, flashing his teeth at him. He leant in, tips of his hair grazing Eddie’s cheeks. He should be used to the way Volt’s strands shock his skin just the slightest. But all that time with him, he’s never grown tired of it.

Volt’s lips press to his, and Eddie nervously closes his in tune. You stood back, watching, drinking in both your boys go from nervously pecking each other’s lips to finding comfort in their long parted mouths.

A moment later, Eddie’s hands land on Volt’s waist, timidly, if at all.

“Oh, come on, Eddie. I know your hands can grip harder than that. Give me a real squeeze.”

Eddie made a gruff sound in reply and tightened his palms on Volt’s waist, before he pulled him in for another kiss. The larger man groaned in content, deepening the kiss and cupping his face.

Minutes passed with you just observing the two growing deeper in need for one another, completely forgetting you were even standing there. It was only until you cleared your throat lightly that Volt pulled away from the man’s lips and turned his gaze towards you.

“I guess you were right, live wire. That’s exactly what we needed.” Volt spoke, his voice worn.

Eddie’s hair was ruffled, red, black and grey strands going every which way, his lips swollen and pink and cheeks matching the same shade.

“C’mon over here, life… wire…” He panted, extending an arm to you.

“You both looked to be having enough fun, I am fine just watching from over here.” At this point, you’d pulled up a chair, watching them with your chin in your hand. Smiling and blushing at the heavy breathing filling the room. Both Eddie and Volt looked so gorgeous when they were in the throes of pleasure, especially when you were in the mix. There was just something different in the air watching them interact one on one. It was special, intimate, and like they knew each other’s bodies from the inside out.

Your eyes trailed down between the two men, obvious tents in their pants growing by the second.

When Eddie let out a whimper upon Volt’s weight on top of him, was when they both became ultimately aware of what this whole situation had caused.

“Should we…” Eddie’s eyes trailed over to where you sat. Something in his gaze seemed to note the arousal in your eyes, but he was hesitant to call you over.

“I know,” Volt replied, “Are you sure you don’t want to join us, live wire?”

“No, no. You boys seem to be having enough fun on your own. I can just watch… unless you’re uncomfortable with that?”

“I don’t mind, how about you Eddie?” Volt asked, intrigued. Like he’d only continue if he was okay with it.

“Mm mm. Live wire can watch if they want. Doesn’t bother me.”

Eddie shot a smirk towards you, in almost a ‘thank you’ sort of way. You also knew this situation wouldn’t end without them indulging you, but you were always overjoyed when they were affectionate towards each other.

Immediately, Volt’s hands traveled to Eddie’s belt and undid it, the dark haired man mirroring his movements on the other’s pants. When they pulled each other out from the confines of their clothes, groans of relief sounded out from them both.

As if on instinct, their hard cocks pressed together and Volt’s hips grinded up against Eddie’s in a desperate chase for release.

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, drinking in the sight of your two boys all over each other. Eddie’s sweet moans and Volts hums of approval as they sped up almost immediately, feral to bring the other to release.

Watching them made a familiar heat grow between your legs, but you couldn’t spoil their fun by touching yourself, that would only ruin the fun. So you sat back, practically drooling over the two and how they moved so in sync.

Eddie dropped a slew of curses as Volt’s hand wrapped around his length, praising him so beautifully.

“You look so handsome under me like this, such a good boy.”

Meanwhile, all Eddie could reply with was “Please…” and profanities. When he did the same to Volt, he lost that smug look on his face and moaned loudly.

“Not so smooth now, are ya?” Eddie’s low voice ran a shiver up your spine.

“Come o-on, Eddie… don’t forget how you fell for it more than once…” Volt’s blushing, having Eddie’s hands on him again after so long, still with that award winning smirk plastered on his face.

It’s just a moment later the slick sounds of their palms sound out again, hips thrusting upwards to the rhythm of one another.

When Eddie’s hips stutter, he covers Volt’s hand with the release of all the day’s stress and frustration towards his male counterpart. He groans, his chest heaving as Volt’s hips mirror his, towering over a bit closer to him upon reaching the same high.

Both their black pants were ruined, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. There’s no doubt in your mind yours are ruined as well, for getting to witness that glorious moment of making up in just minutes was too much to bear.

“Feel better, boys?”

Both heads turn to you, and suddenly you feel much too clothed.

Eddie speaks, voice low in the hot room.

“Yeah, live wire. Your turn.”

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am-i-interrupting · 3 days ago

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More than a Spark

Pairing: Eddie x gn!reader [no explicit detailed mention of the reader's genitalia and gender neutral terms]

Lots of built up sexual tension because it's the best kind of tension

Wc: 2000+

Desperation.

Yearning.

Two things that look unbelievably perfect on every dateable in your home. Especially a certain brooding, dark-haired man down at the breaker box. It's undeniable how Eddie's no good for you, how he's a bit of an asshole who struggles with getting any emotion other that stoicism, which is really a lack of emotion, out when he's around anyone, much less you. But you can see it on his face when he doesn't think you notice.

His heavy-lidded gaze lingers on you as you nurse a drink at the bar, Volt sweet-talking you and Johnny Splash performing yet another charming but terrible a cappella on the stage. Eddie wants you. Badly. You can see it written all over his face, and the white knuckled grip he has on the drinking glasses whenever you tease him.

Volt is easier to read, easier to talk to and touch and Makeout with in the shitty dim lit backroom of the breaker box. Eddie not so much. You've yet to get your hands on his chest and your tongue on his but you have a feeling it might be tonight with the way the bar starts to clear out and he's still glancing your way as he wipes down the bar top.

"You heading home or what?" His gruff voice almost gives you full body shivers, it fills the empty air and demands your attention.

Glancing back at him and moving down a few barstools to sit in front of him, propping your elbows onto the counter he's trying to clean, you smile at him.

"Sounds like you want me to leave," You pout, not that you can pull any sympathy from the man in the state he's in, but maybe you could get something in other than a tired goodnight.

"There are a lot of things I want," his response is vague and casual but leading onto something more that makes your core feel weird. Good weird.

His voice never failed to stir up some feeling inside of you. More specifically the way he spoke. His tone. The words he used. Every sentence is crafted carefully to further uphold the closed-off vibe you got from him. Like he'd let on just enough to pique your curiosity and leave you wanting for more, it was begging to get on your nerves.

"Are you always-"

"Such an asshole?" He chuckles lowly before you can finish.

"Difficult. I was going to say difficult." You retort with a roll of your eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure what it is you want from me, Volt gives you plenty of attention."

"There are a lot of things I want," you repeat his vague statement, giving back the same energy he gave to you.

"Real smart, one of those things being?"

"You," it was time one of you came out and said it.

You were beginning to grow impatient and would rather get shut down than not take a chance at this. Plus talking to Reggie was enjoyable to you, at least there were some positives to getting rejected.

"You have Volt," he says, tossing the towel over his shoulder and giving you a look.

"Call me greedy but I want you too," you shrug, tracing little shapes onto the bar top with the tip of your finger, looking at him through your lashes.

"...I have a feeling I'll regret inviting you to the back," he groans. Which bassicly meant you were.

Months of chipping away at the man's patience led up to this moment and you were thrilled, though you tried not to show too much of it on your face. Only a fraction of it in the form of a slight smirk to mirror his own.

"I'll be good I promise," you giggle softly.

"Oh I'm sure you will," he grumbles, the back of his knuckles sliding against the underside of your jaw and across your cheek slowly before he turns around a begins walking, "You coming?"

You fight back the urge to say 'Oh I will be," instead opting to follow him to the back of the club. The minute you step foot in the back area your arms are around his neck, lips brushing eachother as a silent request.

Permission is granted when he presses his lips against yours. It's hungry and desperate and tense, everything you expected a kiss with him to be like. Behind all the pent-up frustration it's surprisingly gentle and considerate. His hands are on your back, sliding down to get a firm grip on your ass, something that prompts you to moan into the kiss.

Messy is the only way to describe the way your tongue slides against his as one hands find purchase in his hair and the other rests on his firm chest. You tilt your head to kiss him better, deeper. Your noses bump and teeth clash a bit but neither of you finds it in yourselves to react or make a deal out of it, too lost in the heart-racing sensation of each other's lips locked after months of built-up glances and sexually charged interactions.

Eventually, you have to part with him for the necessity that is oxygen. If you didn't need air you think you'd never willingly part from him. Forhead to forhead, his hands still gripping onto your ass, your hands still in his hair now dragging down to hold his face as you both pant. It's hot and stuffy in the backroom, a shitty torn up couch and box TV shoved in a corner to keep Volt and him entertained or something, Volt talked about it one time but you were too preoccupied with kissing on his neck to care.

The fantasy of having them both on and in you was never fleeting, but you had just gotten Eddie so you figured you'd still have to work up to the Volt and Eddie sandwich you so desperately wanted.

"I want to fuck you so bad, I need to fuck you so bad" Eddie groans. A sentence you've never thought you'd hear in your life time blessing your ears. You could have jumped up and down with joy if it wasn't mood-killing.

"I wanna fuck you too, so fucking bad Eddie you don't even know." You chuckle, kissing him again.

"Oh I think I know," he groans against your lips, lifting you up with ease and dropping you onto the couch.

For a torn-up god knows how old piece of furniture it provided some comfort, just about the bare minimum though. It was awkward to position yourselves on, you opted for having him take his pants off and sit down, and straddle him for a more efficient position. He slid his vest off and let out a groan the minute your hands touched his bare chest and your lips were kissing his neck and jaw.

You wondered if he could shock you. Maybe not, Volt was the real electricity and energy, Eddie was just the...wires? Well, you could get shocked by wires, yeah? Volts shocks stung enough so you weren't exactly willing to test your theory with Eddie. Instead trying to avoid his wires, similar to how you avoided touching Volt's wild hair. Though it was pretty to look at.

"You want this, live wire?" The endearing little nickname leaving his lips in his voice in that tone made you shiver. Nodding enthusiastically.

"I need to hear you say it," he chuckles, one hand gently holding your chin, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your cheek as he forces you to meet his gaze.

"I want this," you practically whine. The sexy confident act falls a little, leaving behind the sight of someone who needs something really bad. Leaving behind the sight of pure desperation and desire. You could see some of it in his dark eyes too.

"You want what, live wire?"

The way he was looking at you was positively simple and it made you weak everywhere.

"I want you to fuck me Eddie, need it. So so bad. Need it so bad, please fuck me." You amped the pleading up, giving him everything he wanted and more, giving him a look of want, slightly biting your bottom lip, your brows furrowed a bit and your eyes sparkling with something sensual.

It felt erotic.

It was erotic.

It was no longer just sexy, passing glances. No longer a thought in your mind you entertained every night alone in bed. You were straddling him on his couch, your hands exploring his chest. It was sensual and erotic and almost perverted the way the two of you were looking at each other. Touching each other, as if you'd never touch each other again.

Which you very well might not. He could decide he wants nothing to do with you after tonight. But deep down part of you knew Eddie and how he wouldn't do that. Once he's deep in something, he stays. And soon he'd be deep into you, literally.

With your explicit permission he slides down your pants until they fall onto the floor, you in turn sliding down his boxers until they rest halfway down his thighs. He's a good size, the perfect girth to fill you up and leave you completely satisfied with no want for anything more other than him pounding into you.

You giggled softly as he groaned from your hands sliding down his chest, brushing against his happy trail and down to his cock. Stroking it a few times just to relish in the sounds he made in response before lining yourself up with his length.

The sounds you both let out as you sit down on him are sinful and filled with pleasure. Your head tilts back as you moan but his hand comes up to grab your chin bringing your face inches from his, his lips brushing softly against yours as you settle on his cock. Accustoming yourself to the stretch and the slight sting that melts right into ecstasy. Eddie kisses you with passion, pouring everything pent up into it as you got used to the feeling of his cock inside you. The gruff closed off asshole who worked at the Breaker Box now laid beneath you looking perfect and kissing you like he'd never get the chance to again.

"I'm gonna move now, kay'?" You mumble softly against his lips and he nods, with his permission you begin to slowly move up and down his cock before going just a bit faster once you get a sense of rhythm.

The sounds he makes are more than enough to let you know you're doing perfectly. Riding him is euphoric, a sensation unlike any other. The dimly lit stuffy backroom and broken-down couch creaking only add to the dirty real feeling of it all. It was messy, your wetness making your thighs slick as you went up and down on his cock. His cock felt perfect and snug inside of you, your hands resting on his broad shoulders, finger nails digging into them drawing a groan from his lips which you then kissed, swallowing the sounds he was making, your own sweetly blending with them.

You reach your peak, coming with a long satisfied moan, head thrown back a bit, his calloused hands gently rubbing your hips and working you through it. Right before, you can feel him about to come, slipping off of him and stroking his cock a few times until thick ropes of cum hit your and his stomach as he finishes with a satisfied moan.

You both sit there, sweaty and panting, trying to calm down.

"You know, I would've appreciated a little invitation to this show." Volt's voice startles both of you out of the trance you were in.

"I'll be sure to let you know next time then," Eddie chuckles, his hands resting warmly on your waist and everything seems to click into place as you all let out small laughs.

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OBJECT WHISPERER | Date Everything x gn!Reader

Summary: Before you got your dateaviator you unknowingly had made relationships with the appliances and knickknacks around you home.

Warning: Fluff, Spoilers for certain characters? This wasn’t edited, came straight from my head to my notes app.

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Before you got your dateviator and realized that you could date literally anything within your house. You unknowingly had built relationships with your appliances and knickknacks around your home. Solely because you’re a lonely person and tend to talk to yourself and random things around you.

Some of the things you used to do is apologize. Mainly to Dorian or Wallace every time you accidentally shoulder-check them because your depth perception is tarnished by being with Mac and Phonenicia all day for ‘work’ related things (you’re reading fanfics).

Whispering an ‘ow’ rubbing your shoulder and absentmindedly apologizing then going about your day. Wallace would sigh ‘wall…’ dreamily while Dorian would grunt but respect you a bit more as he watches you do the same thing and stub your toe on Abel, letting out curses and another wheeze of ‘sorry…’ before stumbling away.

Sometimes you and an object get into a scuffle and both of you become moody. Like you pleading with Connie to work, not so seriously threatening Dante when you burn yourself, yelling at yourself and Mac because a document didn’t save, or muttering curses as you try and find a pair of socks in Harper/Dirk.

But every relationship has their moments, but you try and everyone else does too. You do a lot like how you help fix them, albeit haphazardly, but the thought is there! You’d replace Lux’s light bulbs with one that has them shine brighter than ever. Fixed Phoenicia when you fell and cracked her screen which was expensive. Replace fuses for Eddie and Volt. You even helped the Hanks when they did they’re extreme sports (sponsored by Red Bowls) and Hank two got hurt!

You noticed that one of the hangers was cracked and went to Jerry and got a dog themed washi tape, you wrapped it around the crack nicely like he was good as new—the Hanks thought the tape looked rad and they all signed the cast with various ‘Hank was here’.

But the moment where (mostly) everyone collectively liked you was when you defended them. Your mother came over. It was a decent visit—but then your mom started walking around criticizing every object that brought you joy, you didn’t back down from justifying their existence and why you kept them around. It made them all feel loved.

Everyone has some sense of appreciation, respect, or even longing for you. Most of them, of course, thought you were slightly insane or just extremely lonely and in need of some sort of connection due to you talking to them when you're bored but honestly? They wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Currently taking date everything requests!!

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Cracked Confidence

Amir x ftm! Reader

Summary: You've been getting dysphoria and pushing yourself a bit too hard. Amir wants to try and help.

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Some of the dateables have noticed how strange you’ve been acting all week.

You started wearing baggier clothes, attending to others’ needs until you were emotionally exhausted, and barely looked at the mirror at all.

The last one offended Amir deeply. He watched you run around the house. Ignoring every mirror or reflective surface, which meant you were ignoring him.

“Fine! I'm going to bed.” He hears you call out to Dorian before the door shuts on your face. Forcing you to actually get some rest.

Amir sees this as a chance to finally talk. Watching you sit on the bed with a huff, facing away from the mirror, it all ached him inside.

“Azizam, is everything okay?” He asks, taking a seat beside you. “I have to agree with Dorian that you've pushed yourself too far.”

“I'm fine, just a bit stuck in my head…” You mutter as your fingers play with the edge of your sleeves.

Amir looks at how you fidget, then puts a hand on your leg as comfort. He frowns, noticing that you flinched at such a simple touch.

“Did I do something to upset you?” His voice goes low, you turn to him with wide eyes.

“What? No, of course not.” You shake your head and give a gentle smile to reassure him. “I’m just a bit tired today.”

Though your answer didn't satisfy his questions, Amir noticed how you struggled to put on a smile, and that you hunched over yourself.

“Well, eshgham, just know that you need to wear your confidence out more.” He decides not to push it for now, but puts a kiss on your forehead.

He heads out, but the worry still doesn't settle down.

“Have you noticed something different with… them?” Amir asks Johnny, since he may be the only man who could probably give him a straight answer. “I tried talking to him yesterday but he won't budge.”

“Hm?” Johnny pauses his loud singing to turn to the mirror. “Ah, I never know, he hasn't used me often the past week.”

Amir frowns, you never taking a shower was concerning.

“But, I did hear something about them being insecure.” Johnny mutters, more to himself.

“Insecure?” The word felt like a slap to the face, you were gorgeous in his eyes!

Hector chimes in from the vents, voice low and smooth. “Yeah, I asked Mac about it.” He sounded hurt as he brought it up.

“Something called dysphoria. They said it's when you feel uneasy or dissatisfied, psychologically speaking.”

“Doesn't sound like a good thing.” The shower turns to Hector, who hums in agreement.

Amir processes the words, sure he was vaguely familiar with dysphoria, but now he knew why you couldn't even look towards him.

“Man, I’m feeling deeply sorry for him.” Johnny sighs as he leans on his shower cane.

“I kept trying to help! But I don't really know what to do with these kinds of things…” Hector whines as he confesses. “They won't even accept any of my praise, even if he deserves it. I kept apologizing.”

“He won't even look at me.” Amir whispers, his frown deepening. “Hm, I will keep these in mind.” With that, he plans his next actions on how to help.

Night fell and you got ready for bed. Usually you'd be at the Breaker Box tonight, but Volt and Eddie insisted that you should take an early rest.

Amir appears beside the bed where you were lying down with your face in the pillows. You acknowledged his presence with a small groan.

He sits down, running a hand through your hair as the air was filled with a long silence.

“Eshgham, you know that you're gorgeous, right?” The words break the silence, you hum to let him know you were listening. “How do you want me to help?” You finally face him while still lying down.

“I don't know.” You hesitate, an arm coming up to cover your face.

“Then I'll stay until you know, azizam.” He lies down beside you, playing with the strands of your hair.

He places a hand on your back, slightly pushing you closer, whispering to you. “You're so handsome and wonderful, omram. No matter what your thoughts say.”

“How about tomorrow, we give you a haircut, go through your wardrobe and talk to Barry.” Amir suggests with a smile on his face.

You reciprocate the smile and move closer to him, leaning on his thigh. “Maybe that's what I needed, thanks Amir.”

“Then go get your rest, joonam.” He places a kiss to your hair and rubs circles on your back.

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post-realization, eddie takes polaroid pictures of fucked out volt after topping him to slip into your wallet or bag or whatever for you to look at later. he adds dates to them and makes bets on how long it takes for you to notice

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Your chance headcanons were SO GOOD. In love. Do you have any for Eddie & Volt? 🫶💕 Looking forward to more of your writing!

Eddie and Volt Headcannons!....NSFW (Date Everything)

Now..... now let me tell you something... While I'm more of an Eddie girl, both of them are getting CCRAACKKEDDDDDUH. "TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME"-- The moment I heard Volt speak, and I was GRACED with Jonah Scotts voice not once, but TWICE????? Do I have any Eddie and Volt ones.... of COURSE I DO! HERE YOU GO CUTIE PIE!

TW: NSFW content, FREAKKKKAYYYYY because how can I resist?? Also probs spelling/grammar issues because proofreading is my N1 opp! (I'm lazy)

Contents/Mentions: non-monogamy, threesomes, Dom/Sub dynamics, M!Genitalia descriptions, Lwk anal if you squint but only kind of? Degradation, Gender neutral/Afab or Amab inclusive!

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-These two go hand in hand. It's likely that if you like one, you like the other. And if it isn't a given, they don't exactly mind.

-When you first met Volt, he may have came off a bit strong: But it was flattering, nonetheless. You remember noting his kindness, even if he had a flirtatious nature. You noted how his eyes raked over your form before greeting you. He sure was something... In the best way possible. You found it so sweet that he offered you a VIP seat in the bar, just to watch the show that was put on that night- It was Rainey, doing a cover of old classic jazz songs. It filled the bar with a warm, alluring atmosphere. You sipped your drink- that Volt had insisted was on the house. Which, was slightly confusing, because you weren't even sure they needed any currency anyways.

-Regardless, you couldn't help but inform the gentleman about how grateful you were for the invitation to see the show- complimenting him on his establishment. You remember, he called you darling.. And you could have sworn, a bolt of subtle electricity went up your spine as you looked into his eyes, smiling whilst sipping your drink with a faint blush.

-Then, you met Eddie. Volt had noticed him walking out of the back with a towel on his shoulder, seemingly busy. Despite this, Volt didn't care at all, and insisted he joined the two of you. Eddie semi begrudgingly walked over, indulging in his friend as he introduced him to the human whose house they occupied. You had to admit, Eddie was just as handsome as Volt- even if it was in two completely different ways. Eddie, well- he was more... rugged, while Volt was more classy. You immediately thought the two of them contrasted nicely, and despite how grumpy Eddie seemed at the time- you could tell they were good friends.

-After going back to meet with them a few times, it became evident that they were double trouble. And Volts endless flirting was slowly added to by Eddie. Eddie was more subtle, just slightly. But you could tell, you could see it in the way he looked at it too. The both of them wanted you, and neither were ashamed of that fact.

-It started as soft kisses to your knuckles when they said goodnight, but it wasn't long before things got... heavy.

-Both of them dreamt of taking you after hours at the bar. In the back, behind the bar. Maybe it was Volt who thought of it first- But I think it was Eddie who actually dreamt of it. He probably woke up with a hard on, something that drove him wild. He was disappointed when he awoke, missing the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him. Volt, being the nosey man he is- teased him for it, but made sure Eddie knew he wasn't alone.

-When they finally pursue you, you're met with delicate words and touches. Maybe Volt takes your hands in his, and Eddie places a gentle hand onto your shoulder. Maybe Volt pulls you closer, as Eddie steps behind you slowly.

-They handle you gently, at first. Making sure to go slow, making sure you felt the sensuality and genuinely of their feelings towards you. Electrifying kisses and caresses. They're figuring you out, trying to see what makes you tick- what you are and aren't okay with. Eddie is the one who does most of the checking, but Volt pays extra attention to the way you react to both of their movements.

-The two of them would adore to take you at the same time. It's up to you how you'd like it. Maybe Eddie lies you down gently on your back while your head hangs off the edge of your mattress- Volt coming into view with a sly smirk. Or perhaps You'd be willing to take them both in each hole, it's whatever you'd prefer.

-Expect to have one whispering into your ear as the other fucks into you, groping your body.

-Lwk think they'd be into things like vibrators- Toys in general, honestly. Volt would cherish the idea of zapping you gently, just for a little kick- if you let him, of course.

-I think that Eddie is thicker, while Volt is longer. They're both blessed in their own ways- able to give you whatever you want in the moment. I imagine Eddie being around 5.8' inches, but nice and thick. He's circumsized, tip darker than his base, tanned as well. Volt, I'd imagine is closer to 7. That's a lot to take, of course- but he isn't very thick circumference wise. He's cut too, tip more of a salmon color.

-I feel like Eddie is more of an ass man, while Volt is 100% into tits. For Eddie, I think he's a sucker for a nice ass. I just feel it- He'd stare down at your ass while fucking you from behind. And honestly, if you were to be interested in anal, he would volunteer first. Even then, it's not something he requires or anything- it's up to you.

As for Vault, he doesn't give a fuck if they're mosquito bites, ABCDEF and G cups, it doesn't matter at ALL. They loves playing with your chest, teasing your nipples and watching you shiver. He'd love to take one of your peaks into your mouth, playfully biting- Not hard, just enough to make you yelp ever so slightly.

-Now, hear me out... Eddie prefers eating pussy, and Volt prefers sucking straight up dick. NOT that they won't do either or, I just feel like Eddie not only seems like if a dick is getting sucked, he wants it to be his, but ALSO, I think he would get too flustered honestly- in an embarrassed way. He's probably not confident in he wee wee slurping skills... poor man.

Anyways, as for Volt, I think he loves puss just as much as the next guy, but he prides himself in his cock sucking abilities. If you did have a penis, it wouldn't be safe from that man. It's just a guilty pleasure for him.

-Would they fuck each other.....? I... I feel like they would. Like I could imagine Eddie fucking into Volt while Volt fucks into you, do we... do we see the vision here? Literal train.

Maybe one of them fucks the other while you sit on their face? That's always a possibility.

-Hear me out.... Eddie + Degradation=🤝. He'd call you a slut while he fucks into you from behind. Say that you're their whore, while Volt snickers to himself and probably joins him- but more in a teasing way.

-Biting. Hickeys. Crack these men together and you will be COVERED in marks, doing even pretend like that's not how things would go.

-Ass smacking, maybe other smacking if you're into pain. I think Volt wouldn't mind receiving it either, maybe that's just me. He seems like a FFFFFRRRREEAAAAKKKKKUH.

-spitroasting

-They both strike me as grunters and groaners, not very whimpery- but maybe Volt would if you overstimulated him....

-Ahem, OVERSTIMULATION! FOR EVERYONE! it's welcomed lovingly!

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am-i-interrupting · 5 days ago

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ℳ𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒾𝓇ℯ𝒹 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

Volt x reader x Eddie- Smut

- You come to them late at night unable to sleep. The breaker box boys have a fun idea to fix that issue, and you're more than happy to participate.

CW: Polyamory, Nsfw, Praise, Threesome, Eiffel Tower, Oral M! receiving, Gn reader but AFAB anatomy, Hair pulling, insomnia,

It was late. Ridiculously late. But, you had already spent several hours laying in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling, and you hadn't managed to make any more progress towards actually sleeping.

That's how you wound up nervously standing outside of the upstairs hallway closet, still wrapped in your blanket, anxiously debating whether or not your insomnia was troubling enough to bother your boyfriends.

You knew they would come to your aide, although Eddie would likely be reluctant, they would likely do whatever they could to comfort you. You also knew how important it was that both of them got plenty of time to relax. Running the breaker box was draining for both of them, and you had regularly been the one insisting that they needed to rest.

Sighing deeply, you opened the closet door, knocking on the small metal door of the breaker box and rubbing your eyes. Next thing you knew, you were in the empty club, two tired and concerned faces looking back at you.

"It's awfully late live wire." Volt said, placing a gentle arm around your shoulder. "Is something the matter?" He planted a soft kiss on your temple.

You shook your head slightly and sighed. "I'm alright... just couldn't sleep...' you said, frowning slightly.

"Aren't you the one who always tells us to get more sleep?" Eddie huffed out, although his voice was still soft and laced with concern.

"I am...I'm really sorry to bother you I just-" you mumbled out.

"I'm just teasing live wire...I'm glad you came to us." Eddie said, smiling softly and taking his place on the other side of you.

"What's keeping you up? Anxiety? Too much Caffeine? Stress? Lay it all on us my dear.' Volt said softly, rubbing gentle circles onto your lower back.

You shake your head softly, letting your shoulders relax and pulling the blanket draped across them tighter to your chest. "Too much energy I guess..."

Eddie chuckled, rustling your hair affectionately. "Well, you're welcome to cozy up with us for the night."

You could almost hear the slight smirk grow on Volt's face at the suggestion. He leaned down slightly, his lips hovering slightly above your ear. "We could always...make you tired..." His deep seductive voice sent shivers down your spine.

Your cheeks warmed as your mind quickly became flooded with less than holy imagery. The words loomed in the air for a moment, before you softly turned to meet Volt's suggestive gaze. "Do you....have anything in mind?"

The boys exchanged knowing looks before turning their attention back to you. Suddenly making you realize, they did in fact have something in mind.

"We've been wanting to try something new. We understand if you don't want to but...we were wondering if we could... Eiffel Tower you." Eddie mumbled out, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

Your jaw might as well have been on the floor. You had considered the idea before, although you had never expected the two of them to bring it up so plainly. "Are you serious?" You say, your eyes wide with shock.

Volt nodded, smiling sweetly. "We love you live wire, so if it's not something you want we will drop it immediately but-"

Without a second thought, you pulled his lips against yours. Eddie chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing himself up against your back. As you pulled away from Volt, you were greeted by the dazed but excited expression on his face.

"You sure about this live wire?" Eddie said softly, leaving a trail of gentle kisses across the side of your neck. You nodded limply, a dopey smile growing on your face. "Yes... absolutely..."

Volt smirked, slamming his lips back into you. He slotted his leg between yours, pushing you even further against Eddie, who gave a soft groan that vibrated against his neck.

Your eyes flutter shut, letting yourself fully melt into the feeling of the two men pressed against you. You felt Eddie's hands begin to wander, slowly pulling the blanket off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

As soon as it hit the floor, their hands were on you. Volt had one reassuring hand on your cheek and the other resting on your hip. Eddie's arms were wrapped around you, one slowly shaking it's way underneath the hem of your top and resting against your lower stomach.

You whined softly, causing Volt to pull himself off your lips and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. "Oh live wire... you're so needy aren't you?" His voice sent shivers through you.

Eddie chuckled at his words, finally pulling his lips from your neck and smirking proudly at the already visible dark blotches littering your skin. "So fucking gorgeous...makes it hard to contain myself." He muttered, his voice dropping slightly.

You whimpered softly, a shiver running down your spine as you felt his fingers gently hook into the waistband of your pajama pants. "You're still 100% sure about this right?" Volt said, his hand releasing from your hip to grip onto his belt.

"Mhm...god yes please." you whine, meeting his gaze with a desperate intensity. In response he kissed you again, and in one motion unbuckled and removed his belt, tossing it off to the side.

As he pulled away from the kiss, you made the next move. Very swiftly removing his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He groaned softly in response, and Eddie chuckled. "Oh damn, you're even more desperate than I thought."

Eddie slowly pulled at the hem of your pants and panties, teasingly slowly sliding them over your hips and letting them fall, leaving you exposed to the two men. You let out a soft moan as his fingers slipped between your thighs, teasing running over your lips before sliding his hand out again, revealing the thick coat of wetness coating them.

Volt chuckled deeply at the sight, palming himself softly through his boxers. "Fuck...this is going to be amazing..." His voice trailed. You then slid his boxers over his hips, letting his hard cock spring out proudly. You felt Eddie's hand push on your upper back, as he pulled your bare hips against him. Forcing you into position between them.

You wrapped a hand tentatively around Volt's cock, pulling him into your mouth. He gave a deep groan, letting his head roll back slightly. Eddie ground his hips against your bare ass, letting you feel his hard cock though his pants.

You let out a needy moan, sending vibrations through Volt that made him shiver, causing him to wrap his fingers into your hair. You heard Eddie undo his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground as he slid off his boxers. He pressed himself back up against you, letting his hardness press up against your exposed wetness.

You moaned again, and Volt tightened his grip on your hair, Guiding your head to take him deeper into your mouth. You gagged softly, which caused him to let out a rough growl. "Shit... Eddie please fuck her already. I don't know if I can take this much longer."

Without another word, Eddie slipped himself between your folds, plunging himself into you. You moaned again, and he did too. You whimpered softly at the feeling, but continued to suck on Volt's cock eagerly.

Eddie very quickly established a pace, rocking his hips against yours and grunting as he felt your insides clench around him. You, similarly matched his pace against Volt's cock, feeling the hard tip slam against the back of your throat with each thrust.

With every rough thrust from Eddie, you let out a desperate moan around Volt, who groaned in response. Eddie grunted softly with each movement, his grip on your hips tightening as he slammed himself deeper into you.

"F-fuck live wire....we would have done this sooner if we knew you were gonna be so fuckin good for us." Eddie grunted out, gripping even tighter onto your hips. Volt let out a shaky chuckle in responding, tugging softly at your hair.

"You're doing so so well for us." Volt said, his voice coarse and shaky. You took him even deeper into the back of your throat, gagging slightly around his cock. Eddie groaned, feeling you tighten around him as you gagged.

"Shit... you're gonna make us both cum if you keep that up" Eddie huffed out, his cock twitching slightly as he quickened his pace. You moaned again, unable to respond but feeling your undoing similarly approaching.

Volt's head rolled back again, biting down hard onto his lip. "S-shit I might not be able to go much longer..." He whined out as you continued to take him deep into your mouth, his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each thrust.

Eddie chuckled, pushing himself harder into you, chasing his own release. "Neither will I...and I don't think they're gonna make it much much longer either." He groaned, feeling you twitch around him.

You shuddered slightly, your core tightening more and more with each second. You felt so full, your entire body felt enveloped by pleasure. You could hardly think, your mind almost completely empty.

Volt moaned, tugging on your hair again. "Mhn...how bout we all release at once?" His voice sent shivers through you. "You can be good and cum with us right live wire?"

You tried to respond, although your response came out as another moan as your mouth was still completely full of Volt's now pulsing cock. Eddie grunted again, his fingers almost digging into your hips as he continued to fill you.

"F-fuck...I'm almost there..." Eddie grunted out, his cock twitching inside you, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through you that settled in your core. You felt yourself teetering over the edge, the knot in your stomach unbelievably tight.

Within seconds, you feel the knot inside you snap, accompanied by the two men filling you entirely. Volt pulled himself from your mouth, a trail of salvia and cum still leading from your now swollen lips to his cock. You swallowed eagerly, licking your lips to remove the last remnants of it as your body still shook.

Eddie's cum filled you, his cock twitching violently inside of you before slowly pulling out, leaving you suddenly feeling empty. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you back to rest against his chest and support you as you caught your breath. Volt wrapped his arms around the both of you, resting his head against Eddie's.

"Tired now?" Volt said, his voice strained and exhausted. You looked up, meeting the glazed over expressions of the two of them, no doubt matching your own.

"Completely exhausted." You remark, melting further against the two of them.

- (AN): thanks for reading! I'm working on a sub! Timothy timepiece fic rn, so check back soon if you want that! This is entirely unedited, so pls don't mind any spelling issues, I just wanted to get this out before too long.

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brutalizer(s) - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: You decide to "challengers" your new boyfriends. It, uh, doesn't go as planned.

⋆wc: 3.3k

⋆cw: m/m/f threesome, light dom/sub undertones, erotic electrostimulation, some very very minor dacryphilia, spit sharing, choking.

⋆notes: takes place immediately after the love route, but can be read independently. g/n pronouns for reader, called "good girl" and afab genitalia. e/v masterlist.

⋆snippet:

“Thought you did something there, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low, it hits you somewhere deeper in your belly than it has before. The whiskey sours earlier certainly aren’t helping. “It’s cute, but, come on.”

Volt chuckles, his lips against Eddie’s cheek, and his white hot stare locks on to you too. “Very cute, indeed. Really, spark,” his lips curl into what you can only describe as something dastardly, “did you honestly think I don’t already know his lips better than my own?”

“We could do a Volt and Eddie sandwich.”

The corner of Volt’s smile twitches, and he turns to Eddie with raised brows, hands nonchalantly in his pockets. Eddie’s face is uncharacteristically pink, and he casts a knowing glance at Volt, and pushes himself off the bar.

“Well, seeing as how we’re… closed for the evening,” Volt starts, his eyes traveling back to yours, “I think, something to that effect, can be arranged. Eddie?”

The ice that you’ve come to know in Eddie’s stare is gone, the new spark glittering in it instead. He looks more lively, more excited, more… confident?

“I… wouldn’t be opposed.” His eyes rake over your body, as if finally allowing himself to fully drink you in the same way he drinks his whiskey sours. “It’s been a while since I’ve been up to… enjoying myself.”

Oh, they’re serious.

I mean, you were serious too, but, right now? Right after they’ve just, essentially, come back to life?

But, who were you to turn down a good time?

You clear your throat. “Uh, here? In the club?”

Eddie scoffs, because you already knew the answer. “Absolutely not. No sex in the bar, that’s the one rule.”

“It’s not really a rule -”

“Volt.”

“Fine, fine, not here. Not tonight, at least.”

“Volt -”

“We live upstairs, a flat sort of thing.” Volt holds out his hand to you, want apparent in his gaze. “Shall I lead us there?”

You take his hand, that same spark from the first night surging up your arm, and you feel a second hand, strong and rough, at the small of your back as you head up the stairs.

You realize, when you get to the bedroom, that you’ve… never done this before. Two. At once? Separately? How… exactly does this work.

A thought sparks in your memory, of a movie you watched with Sam, where a girl swindled the two boys interested in her to kiss each other, and ya know, that’s something you might be interested in seeing.

You’re all in the bedroom now, both of them eyeing you, expectantly, though not hurriedly. You giggle nervously, holding your hands to your heart.

“I’ve uh, never done this before,” you admit. “Maybe, can I kiss you? And we can go from there?”

“Of course, darling. Whatever you want,” Volt cocks his head in Eddie’s direction. “I’ve already had the pleasure, so why not give Eddie a taste, hm?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and sighs. “Ignore him, he can’t help it.” He holds out his hand, and pulls you closer when you take it. “But, I wouldn’t say no.”

Eddie’s lips are different from Volt’s, more hesitant, but soft, and gentle as he learns your pace and the shape of your mouth. He tastes like a whiskey sour, and you just want to drink him down.

Volt’s lips find your neck, and you notice he’s slipped off his shirt, and the air hums with the charge emanating off him. You lean into him, his strong arms, and Eddie pulls away to take off his own shirt as Volt smoothly whips off your dress. Eddie takes his turn at your neck, and the double dose of pleasure pulses like a current under your skin.

You raise your hands, find their cheeks, and gently, oh so gently, you bring their lips towards each other, hoping they don’t notice it’s no longer you. You’ll only watch for a moment, you tell yourself, before you insert yourself back in. No one will be the wiser. As their lips touch, their eyes stay closed, and you step back to quietly sit on the edge of the bed.

You watch their lips met with rapt attention, the ends of Volt’s hair sparking with each swipe of tongue you catch. Eddie’s teeth find the softness of Volt’s bottom lip, and a small sound escapes the back of your throat at the sight.

You expected them to pull apart at the unexpected sound, to open their eyes and realize what they’d done (and, not a small part of you hoped, punish you for it).

So it’s a bit odd, you think, when their kiss deepens. When Volt’s large hand, his silver nails, find Eddie’s jaw, and swipe acros his stubble. When Eddie, in turn, half opens his eye, and a titanium stare finds you past Volt’s cheekbone.

Your heart hammers in your chest. This is either going to go better than you expected, or much, much worse for you.

You’re not sure which you’re hoping for more.

Volt’s lips move to Eddie’s cheek, his jaw, exposing more of Eddie’s face to you - both his eyes, boring into yours. He’s barely hiding a smirk.

Oh.

Oh for amps sake.

Because, actually, no. That thought hadn’t occurred to you. Why hadn’t that thought occurred to you? I mean, come on, there’s only one bed!

Your mouth goes dry, your jaw goes slack, your eyes zinging back and forth between pure white and pure steel. You’re caught. You’re so caught.

“I, uh,” you start, but you’ve lost that bravado. “I never want to assume.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, Volt’s thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. He pecks it softly. “Right. How thoughtful.”

“This is what you were wanting, though, was it not, live wire?” Volt purrs as he extricates himself from Eddie’s side, taking a step towards you in a way that reminds of that tiger feeding you once saw at the zoo. Like a predator. Stalking. Possessive.

Oh fuck, you think. You’ve just fed yourself to the tigers.

Volt’s hands are on either side of the bed next to your hips. Caging you. You can feel the sparks from his hair, the charge in his skin. “You wanted all three of us to enjoy ourselves, yes?”

You nod, and you see a flash of his canine teeth as he smiles.

“Exactly. And we most certainly will. But,” his jagged eyebrows lift, “you thought you could have an upper hand. And, it absolutely delights me to say, you won’t be having that.”

Rough hands are on your shoulders, and you’re shoved down onto the bed, Eddie’s unruly coils dangling over you.

“Eddie, where did you -” you breathe, but one of those calloused hands is on your throat, squeezing just enough to silence you. Eddie’s grey eyes have darkened. Hunger, you think, he’s hungry.

Familiar sparks singe your inner thighs, but you can't lift your head to see what else Volt is doing - you can only feel the currents under your skin as his fingers find the crotch of your panties, pulling them only a little. Eddie only watches your face, how your brows furrow at the teasing, your eyes pleading for something he can’t give. Your hand comes to his wrist, not pushing him away, but needing to touch him more.

“Eddie,” you breathe, feeling the weight of his hand on your neck. “Eddie please -”

“Do I look like the one you should be talkin to?” His brows lift, his stare curious. “Ya know, I don’t even really think you’re in a position to be talkin, period. Volt?”

You feel the man in question hum over the cloth of your panties, already hot, and the literal electricity isn’t helping. “I think I can occupy them, if you can keep them quiet.”

Keep them quiet?? Your eyes widen, but Eddie only chuckles. “My pleasure.”

With limited movement, you’re only acutely aware of what Eddie does with his other hand, until you hear the zip of his fly, the rustle of fabric, and -

Oh, fuck.

Eddie’s cock is gorgeous, veiny in a way that reminds you of the wires he adorns, the head already leaking with pre. You lick your lips, staring at just a few inches over your face, and god, Eddie’s not the only hungry one.

“Fuuuck, Eddie,” you moan, bringing your hand up to try and touch it, but the hand around your throat moves faster, leaving its mark to grab at your wrist this time.

Eddie tsks his tongue. “Not so fast, live wire. Volt wants me to keep you quiet.” His other hand finds your cheek, stroking softly. “So, open your mouth, hm?”

The heat between your legs is getting unbearable, and you whimper when you feel Volt move the scrap of fabric to the side. “Yes, Eddie,” you manage, opening wide and offering your tongue.

His cock is so hot as it finds your mouth, the soft tip and drops of pre languishing over your tongue, you can’t stop your lips from wrapping around his length as he presses in further, further -

A zap to your clitoris makes your hips buck in surprise, and your eyes shoot open - you see nothing save Eddie’s balls above your nose, and another zap elicits a squeak from your full mouth.

Volt’s laugh is feral, his breath burning on your thighs. “Liked that, my little spark? Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of charge for us.” His thumb presses almost delicately to your bud, making the smallest of circles, testing, learning. “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” His thumb dips lower, finding your entrance already wet, waiting. “I simply must have a taste.”

His tongue is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before - Ben-Hwa’s vibrations are incomparable to the literal electricity that is swiping over your lips, your hole, your clit - it’s mind-blowing. It’s explosive. Volt works you almost too expertly to be believed, and your brain short circuits when a finger slips inside.

Eddie groans as he feels you moan around him, your hips wanting to buck, but one of Volt’s forearms keeps your hips pressed to the bed. You’re pinned, caged, at the whims of these two men, and it’s making you ache.

Faster than you can remember happening before, your belly coils with tension, your climax growing completely outside your control. Volt feels it too, he must, because he devours you with fervor, two fingers moving at an impossible pace inside you. It builds and builds and -

You see sparks as you cum, as your hips fight against Volt’s hold, as you struggle for something solid to hold to. Your skin tingles, you’re absolutely buzzing, you’re a -

“Mm, live wire,” you hear Volt’s smile as he says it, and he presses a kiss to your clit - it makes your leg shake unconsciously. “You are just too fun.”

You whimper, your body jello, your focus on keeping Eddie’s cock inside your mouth, but you feel him retreat, and whimper again at the loss.

Eddie strokes your cheek again, and you feel Volt climb onto the bed, sitting by your side. His touch slinks up your torso, the side of your breast, your bicep, trailing sparks the whole way.

He hums contentedly. “Good girl for taking Eddie so well, he says, and you flush, and watch him glance up at Eddie, who's sitting back on his knees. “And good boy keeping them quiet, Eddie.”

Eddie’s sigh sounds a bit amused. “You haven’t said that shit in a while.”

“Well, I mean it.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie’s hands reach for the back of Volt’s neck, pulling him closer. “Lemme taste, yeah?”

Volt’s chuckle is cut off by Eddie’s tongue swiping over his lips before pushing inside his mouth, and god, what a sight for sore eyes. The men pull at each other, teeth clashing, and in your blissed out state, you can’t stop the moan that leaves your lips.

Two sets of eyes stare down at you, two sets of lips curling into grins. “Oh, darling,” Volt purrs, “you want a taste too?”

You can only nod, and you will your body to lift yourself onto your elbows to meet them halfway. You watch them share a look, and your arms tremble.

“Open, then.”

You cock your head. “What?”

“Open. Your mouth,” Volt repeats, and you do, tentatively.

“Very good.” Volt turns back to Eddie, pulling his jaw with his thumb, and Eddie’s mouth drops for him. Volt positions his lips above him, and a line of spit trails from his lips onto Eddie’s waiting tongue.

These men. These men were going to kill you.

Eddie hums, and as he bends down to you, his hand trails down Volt’s stomach. You press your legs together, the anticipation sparking back inside you. Your nails claw at the sheets when Eddie hovers a few inches above your head, and you press your tongue even further out. The spit travels from his lips and lands, cold, on your tongue, and your legs twitch, your fists clench.

“Swallow,” Eddie says, voice thick and gruff with lust.

You do.

And they pounce.

You’re dragged up the bed, two sets of hands pulling and pawing. Somehow your bra is off, your panties are gone, you hear their pants hit the floor, and the temperature raises as more skin is exposed. You find yourself propped against the pillows, your back against Eddie’s stomach, Volt stomachs against yours, utterly pressed between them.

“Feel good, spark?” Volt says, his hand at your waist. “Your sandwich living up to expectations?”

You giggle, realizing this was, in fact, exactly what you’d asked for. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” Eddie grunts, his lips on your earlobe.

“We do aim to please.” Volt squeezes your side, grinding his hips against you, his length hard, pressing insistently at where your thighs press together.

“I’ll make sure to leave a -“ you gasp when Eddie’s teeth graze your neck, “a, fuck, glowing Breaker Box review.”

Volt’s grin is back to dastardly, and he grinds his hips harder against you. “Let’s ensure five stars, shall we?”

His hand moves from your hip to your thigh, a spark running down your leg as he lifts it and throws it over his thigh. His cock is pressed against your stomach, and another pair of hands reach around to cup your breasts, and now Eddie’s cock slots between your cheeks.

“Now, spark,” Volt’s voice is low, honeyed, and Eddie’s bites to your neck aren’t helping the buzz in your head. “Who do you want first?”

Best sandwich you’ve ever had.

“I, I have to choose?” You mumble out, barely able to form a sentence as Volt’s eyes study your face. Eddie groans, pinching your nipple to elicit a gasp from your lips.

“Mm, darling, we’ll work our way to not having to.” His fingers dance along your thigh, and Eddie’s cock slides along your skin. “Patience, for now, however. We wouldn’t want to break you on our first outing.”

Oh, but maybe you did.

You swallow, the wires of your mind completely disconnected. “Volt, I, I can’t. I can’t choose.” How could you? Between two perfect, adoring, electrifying men, that wanted you more than the currents in their bodies? It wasn’t fair, surely. They were one, they were yours, but you couldn’t choose.

Volt’s lips turn to a pout, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “Oh, poor wire. Feeling frayed?” He tsks his tongue when you nod. “Alright, no more choosing tonight. Let us take care of you, hm? Just close your eyes.”

You do, and he again lifts your leg, granting full access to anyone wanting your hole. You ache, the air charged and your lips dripping with want. You feel both of them pull away from you slightly, no longer able to feel their lengths, and you whimper from the loss of -

An intrusion of your entrance makes you cry out in surprise, and slowly, terribly, intensely, you’re being filled, and it’s like a fire has been lit inside your cunt, under your skin, in your heart. It burns, deliciously, beautifully. You eyelids flutter when the cock bottoms out, and a familiar, rough hand is suddenly covering your eyes.

“You,” Eddie groans in your ear, “you, fuck me, feel perfect, spark.” His breath is ragged, and you curse when he thrusts, once, twice. “Oh fuck, oh, baby.” He says it reverently, lovingly. Your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

A new hand finds your nipple, a zap bringing it to attention. “How does he feel, our spark? Doesn't his cock feel like it’s going to split you in two?”

In another state of mind, you might want to linger on the implications of that question. But yes, in fact, as Eddie’s thrusts became more frantic, the possibility of you splitting at the center did seem more likely. If Volt holding up your leg was the only thing centering yourself.

Just as soon as you feel your climax building inside you, you’re empty, Eddie sliding out of you, and you grip around nothing, moaning at the emptiness.

“No, no, Eddie, please!” You manage out before the hand on your eyes slips down to cover your mouth. The callouses on his hands are harsh against your lips, and you barely manage out a moan of protest before something new slips inside you, long and hot and slipping in so nicely. Moans of protest quickly turn to acceptance, and Volt’s cock is just so easy to accept.

“Oh sweet amp.” Volt’s usually collected voice is shaky as he works his way inside you, taking his time much to your distress. “Live wire, I - we -”

“You,” Eddie breathes in your ear, “you might’ve been made for us.”

Ah.

That’ll do it, then.

You hardly even feel the build up, the spiringing coil, all you know if you’re cumming, you’re gushing without abandon on Volt’s cock, and tears spring to your eyes when they both curse, and Volt’s pace quickens. Eddie’s hand leaves your mouth, finding your neck again, controlling your air like he controls the very power of your home. Your body is slack, offering neither of them resistance, given over to the fire inside your belly, the weight of their hands, their control of your cunt.

You feel Volt slip out, and now Eddie is back inside you. The tears spill over your cheeks, and an electric tongue licks them up. Almost as quickly as you adjust to Eddie, he’s gone, and Volt is back, then Eddie, then Volt, until you’re no longer cognizant of the difference.

Eddie’s breath is erratic. “I’m, fuck, I -”

“Me too, darling,” Volt huffs. “Where -”

“S, stomach,” you moan. “Both, both, please.”

You’re on your back, your body liquid, but you open your eyes enough to watch their hands find each other’s lengths, pump once, twice, and then groan together as their cum lands on your skin, singeing like the flame of a candle.

It’s a haze, what comes after. They’re kissing your cheeks, tucking your hair, singing what you guess are your praises in your ear. Volt’s voice is distant, but you hear how he calls you a good girl, while Eddie wipes away their spend with a towel from his discarded pants.

You’re between them again when you return to earth, kisses peppered on your shoulder, tingles along your arms. It’s better than any dream, but somehow, you know it won’t disappear.

“Back with us, spark?” Eddie whispers when your eyes flutter open.

You smile softly, hum contentedly. “Always.”

“Very good,” Volt’s lips press to your collarbone. “You took everything beautifully, live wire. Our good girl. Our spark.”

You sigh, rolling onto your back, and find their cheeks with your hands. “You boys,” you smile, gaze flicking between them. “I love you.”

Steel meets white, then both meet you. “We love you too, little wire.”

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am-i-interrupting · 6 days ago

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Wrong Sparks p2

Summary: During an argument with Eddie, Volt gets upset with you and kicks you out of the bar, unknowingly hurting you. And now he must make things right.

Part 1

Eddie/Volt x gn!reader

Warnings: Yelling, minor violence, mentions of dying, hurt/comfort

Words: 3865

When Dorian returned he was relieved to see you smiling as you beat Curt & Rod in a game of cards. Betty helped you play by holding your last card, placing it down on the bed. She used her other hand to cover her mouth as her shoulders shook.

“Hey don’t get it twisted we let you win. So don't even think about bragging" Rod threw his cards on the bed, and pointed a finger at you. Curt nodded, and turned his head to pout.

You laughed, but stopped and allowed a smile to beam across your face when you noticed Dorian had entered the room. He quickly puts his hands behind his back as you pat the bed, becking him to come over. When he took his spot in front of the bathroom you asked about Eddie, but he noticed you hesitate before asking about Volt.

”Eddie is doing alright. Volt...” He thought about telling you the truth, but looking at your eager face. He sighed, “He's… calmed down a bit, but I ain’t allowing him back till you get better.”

You wanted to argue, but everyone else, even Betty, agreed to Dorian’s suggestion. You surrendered and fell back into Betty’s chest and agreed with a wave. Curt started a new round of cards while Rod tried to get Dorian to play a round, even roped you into recruitment. But Dorian remained standing tall at his position.

The next three days passed by pretty quickly for you, with everyone stopping by to wish you well on your recovery. Mitchell always stopped by with meals made by Stepan; or a Freddy Yeti ice cream. The three of them made sure the food was good, persevered, and beautiful. “Only the best for our dear human, and my personal dining companion.” Mitchell would always say whenever you thanked him.

Amir would switch your bandages whenever Farya took a break. You didn’t know why but him seeing your arm scared you, but he always made sure to compliment you, even the beauty of the scar. “They paint your arm like lightning. It is a reflection of you: bold, strikingly beautiful, and a light in the dark. Azizam, they may have come from pain, but do not let it harm your smile, you are a work of art. If you wish not to believe me, ask Artt.”

After learning that Curt and Rod played cards with you Parker stormed into your room, not even Dorian could keep him out, and boy did he try. Parker brought so many games and tried to set each and every one of them up in different spaces in your room. If it weren’t for Chance who followed in behind him and helped narrow down the game list you might have hurt your other hand from all the dice rolling that awaited. Though when it did come time to play duopoly, Chance rolled for you both. When you beat Curt and Rod at another game they claimed Chance was cheating on your behalf, and Parker argued that he would know if there was cheating. But he never did say if there was any foul play.

Even Reggie managed to stop by, and despite wanting to tell you to dump your ‘boy toys,’ he played nice. You and him went on his dating profile, one he used specifically to find new and fun ways to reject people. While you didn’t want to break up with Eddie or Volt, finding people who looked, acted, or hell even worked at a bar or club like they did, and rejecting them the worst way you could was slightly therapeutic. Though it did make you miss your lovers even more, scared they thought about leaving you, but Reggie reluctantly reassured you, “You’re a catch sweet thing, you don’t get rejected. You do the rejecting.” And that did make you feel better.

Though only one person made you feel like nothing was wrong with your situation. It was the only person allowed free entry without being questioned by Dorian, Beverly. She was your best friend, one of the first people, things? You awakened, and besides Dorian, was your first friend. She always brought a new drink for you to both try, even spiced things up by having Phoneicia show her some cocktails that were trending. Most however landed you with Jean Loo, who awkwardly patted your back from the terrible mix of alcohol. Although it always led you guys to have a fun laugh by the end of the night.

After the third day she brought in a new drink, you don’t remember what it was, but it tasted awful, but familiar. It was the first drink you ever tried to mix yourself after hours at the Breaker Box. Eddie and Volt wanted you to try it. Volt had the bright idea of letting you fly solo on the mix, which resulted in the awful tasting drink you manage to keep down now. Beverly ran to spit the drink out in the bathroom sink, while you just sat and nursed the rest of the bad tasting alcohol. The same way Eddie would when you first met him.

Beverly came back and saw the sad look you gave the glass. She carefully took the glass from you and placed it on the nightstand and gave you a hug. You held her closely as you let the tears finally fall. You missed Eddie and Volt, a lot.

Despite the quick passing of time for you, Eddie and Volt felt it had been the longest three days of their life. Dorian refused to let them in your room. He kept saying ‘you're resting’, despite them hearing your laughing, or watched him let in another object right before they arrived. So on the fourth day, Eddie decided to reopen the Breaker Box for a night. Eddie was starting to get restless with nothing to do and Dorian not even giving them an update on your condition was driving Volt insane

Yet despite this, the bar was nearly empty. No one even came to perform; not even Johnny. So while closing they were talking about why why no one showed.

"It's because you hurt them pretty bud." Cam heckled. Volt doesn’t know why it aggravated him, but he remains calm, not wanting to repeat his angry state again. He acknowledged he was rough, but he didn't break be anything, he hoped. At that thought he grew nervous and made his presence suffocating, just wanting an answer.

"You seriously think that's why everyone is avoiding this place? Because of a small sprained wrist. It’s bigger than that dipshits. No one wants to be around you.”

"You're here" Eddie huffed out, he didn’t like any attitude given to his partners, that was his job.

Cam sat back and lifted his empty glass "I like the booze & boo's”

Eddie goes to say something, but Volt stops him, “Please continue. What happened?”

"Hold on" Cam rolled his eyes and grabbed a napkin from, no where anyone wanted to know. He goes on to write something. He got up and put money on the table "Don't open tomorrow. I’m doing this for the human, and I better get free drinks next time I’m here. This is a one time favor!"

Cam got up to leave, but neither of the two bartenders stopped him.

Dorian opened the door & was surprised to see Cam. Cam held out the napkin limply, “It’s for the human.” He paused for a second, pulling the napkin back, “Don’t toss it, I’ll know. Then I’ll… break down the door? …nah. Create a fire escape hazard out of trash? Yeah, that.” Cam then immediately left as Dorian took the napkin. Dorian was confused, and slightly disgusted at the damp napkin that rested in his hand.

Dorian closed the door as you asked who it was. He just silently handed you the napkin. You looked at him, he just mirrored your expression. You read the letter and, to which you immediately knew it was not written by your boys, but by your long time frenemy. It read:

’Come by the bar tmmr, bring Dorian it you want -E&V’

It warmed your heart seeing Cam try to help. You laughed and put it on your night stand

“I want to see Eddie and Volt tomorrow,” Dorian was about to object, “Farya said I was doing better, bandage is off now.” You wiggled your hand, the extent of the injury a sight you were willing to tolerate.

He hesitates, still not in a good mood with the two, “I’m going with you.”

“Wouldn’t want you anywhere else.” You grabbed his hand, and squeezed it. You were grateful he trusted you more than he hated them. He knew he couldn’t keep you from them forever, but if it was for your happiness, he would back off a bit.

Volt paced the floor, while Eddie had been drying the same glass for 5 minutes.

Outside the door, you stared at the door, nervous to even touch it again. You stared at Dorian, who only nodded, knowing what you wanted to ask. He offered his arm, and you wrapped your injured hand around his forearm. It was hidden in a loose sweater, provided by the sweet Mateo. The second your hand wrapped around Dorian’s bicep, your trembling hand stopped. You let out a breath of relief as Dorian opened the door.

When you entered the bar Volt stopped in his tracks and moved closer, but froze when Dorian stepped in front of you.

It was so silent, Volt swore you could hear his heart tear a bit, "Live wire I did not mean to be so rough with you that day. I got too protective over Eddie when I— when I saw him blow fuse, but you're also my heart. I did not protect you rather caused harm, both physical & emotional. I'm truly sorry for that.”

You nodded and looked around for Eddie, who walk over from the bar, ”I'm sorry for not stopping Volt, or going after you-”

"That was my fault, & I should apologize to you Eddie. They are your lover too, should. I had no right keeping you both apart.”

”Ahem.” Dorian spoke and they both straightened up to looked back at you.

Eddie continues "And I'm really sorry I was rude when you only wanted to help. But please understand, I just wanted you to recover first. I was scared that you’d only end up more hurt, and if you did while under my care… Still it wasn’t right of me to make a choice for you.

Volt put his hand on Eddie's shoulder, "And I'm sorry, again, for unknowingly causing more harm to your wrist. If I may ask, is it feeling better now?"

Volt held out his hand, his eyes bleeding with concern, but his smile overlooked it with hope. You slowly remove your hand from Dorian and bring your hand to touch Volt's. But when you both make contact he sees the slightly faded lightning scars creep up your hand. He grabs your hand firmly in his. It doesn’t hurt, but the quick action surprised you, so you let out a yelp. Volt quickly released you, his smile full of hope, pried open in horror. Dorian pulled you behind him.

“Live-Y/N. What happened? Your hand…" Volt’s hand matches the tremor in yours.

"You did.” Dorian growled "When you kicked em’ to the curb, you shocked them so badly they were bloody out of it for two days. Your ‘little’ shock even fried the datviators. fried the technology into their octaval nerves, and now Skylar's been missing ever since! Glasses don't even do nothin’ no more.”

Volt looks shocked at the news, but Eddie asks first, "Live wire is this true?"

You don't respond, just lift up the loose sleeve and allowed the scars riding up your arms to answer his question.

“You’re pretty lucky their hand has been recovering quite well over the last few days. They weren't able to feel it after the second time you shocked em’” Dorian gently grabs your sleeve and pulls it down. "Second?" Eddie was seething looking at Volt, who looked panicked.

"It wasn't intentional, I just felt their presence near a current and got annoyed. I swear I didn't know I shocked them. You! I You! I didn't know I shocked you I swear. I would never, I don’t think, I-” Volt’s hair was sparking and you could see tears formed in his eyes. He couldn’t remember much of that day, it was all a blur, even before the performance, he couldn’t even remember if he talked to you, or if you slipped in right as the show started.

Eddie balled his hands into fists, he now understood why Dorian punched him; and if he was honest with himself, he wanted to do the same. Before he could make any decision you were in front of him, holding his fist. You shook your head and opened his fist and used it to touch Volt. Eddie knew that in this state touching Volt would be dangerous for anything, or anyone, who was vulnerable to be electrocuted.

“Volt.” Eddie didn’t realize how much he missed your voice until he heard it again. It was soft, gentle. Eddie knows that tone from nights where he doesn’t feel enough, and you lightly scolded him. It was the same voice you used when they had to make the choice to restart the breaker and he tried to back out at the last second. But hearing this tone being used on Volt, the man who was the main source of warmth in your relationship. It was scary.

You were also scared of the direction you were all going, and somewhere buried deep down, even angry. You were the one who was hurt, so why were you comforting the one who hurt you?

You didn’t want to think about it now, so you pressed on. You moved Eddie’s hand to Volt’s face, and that is when Eddie intervened, moving your hand away. Volt’s face was dangerous in any situation, but now only because it was too close to his sparking hair.

You breathe, “Volt, I’m here. Eddie is here. I’m not leaving you. I want to talk.”

Volt’s eyes glow, as his cheeks turned into a blue hue. He yelled as Dorian pulled you back, “Why aren’t you angry at me!”

You pull away from Dorian and march over to Volt. You pause for a moment, and hit him in the gut. He doubles over and looks at you, sparks gone, wide eyed. Eddie and Dorian take a step back, never had you talked about being violent, or even wishing harm on anyone, or thing. Where did you even learn that kind of punch?

You shook out your fist and yelled back, “I am angry! For so many reasons, but right now only because you think I’m going to leave!” Volt is stunned, and as Eddie helps him back up you grab his hand, “I’m angry you didn’t listen. I’m angry you shocked me. I’m angry Cam had to send a letter to you. I’m angry at… I’m angry at how much I missed you both.”

You didn’t even know you were crying until Eddie wiped your tears away, “Live wire…”

You hold his wrist with your bad hand, “But I’m grateful you let me have time. Even if Dorian stopped you every time.” You glanced back at Dorian, who blushed and rubbed his neck.

“You knew ‘bout that?”

“Of course I did, Bev tells me everything.” You laughed as Dorian looked annoyed at how much he trusted that cocktail menace. You looked back towards your boys, and grabbed Volt’s hand with your unblemished hand. “I feel so many different things when I’m with you both, even if they aren’t pleasant. And I will admit it might take time to give into your affection again, but I know you’ll work hard. You’ve never pushed beyond my limit before, I’m sure you’re still good at that.”

Volt nodded and gripped your hand. Eddie brought your hand to his lips, and kissed each line that bloomed from your wrist. To their surprise you started laughing and trying to get away from Eddie.

“Eddie no! Don’t you dare continue! That tickles!” Eddie quickly let go of confusion and concern. Dorian silently left the bar, he knew that from here everything would be just fine.

“I thought you said you couldn’t feel your hand live wire?” Volt asked, rubbing the back of your hand gently.

You tried to calm your laughing fit down, but it took a bit before everything was released, “I did, and that is true. Ha…. But luckily Farya is a trained doctor and did wonders on it. Aka she treated it well.”

“Well then I’ll have to thank her later then.” Eddie sighed, but was silent compared to the loud sigh Volt let out.

Volt stared at you for a while, not knowing what to say or do. He didn’t know how he could ever make it up to you, but he knew if he wanted to, it had to start here.

“Let’s get something good to drink. Bev’s been torturing me with shitty internet cocktails,” You dragged Volt to the bar and sat down and pushed him to the bar. You looked at Eddie and patted the seat next to you. Your smile was mischievous, “He’s on bar duty for us until I say so. And you are gonna help me drink cause, ya know.” You lift your shaking hand.

Eddie rolled his eyes as Volt started on the drink. You were going to milk this, and neither was going to complain, they loved treating you like this anyways, so it was already a set towards getting back to something normal.

Over the next few days people started returning back to the Breaker Box, even Johnny returned, and no one knew how to feel about it. His bad singing made this place feel homey some days. You hadn’t shown up yet, something that wasn’t normal for the two, even before the fight, you’d either show up before opening, or before the show. Volt grew nervous that you didn’t want to see him. He thought he had been on his best behavior. Volt was jolted from his worries as Eddie placed a black looking liquid onto the bar.

“Give it to Cam, on the house. Again.” Eddie rolled his eyes, not a fan of free drinks unless for you, but you told them to give Cam a free drink every now and then. Only until you had the courage to kiss Volt again. That was the worst part. You were absolutely serious about withholding your affections from Volt. Volt respected the boundaries of touch, he had ever since it was only him and Eddie, but not being able to touch you was painful. He gave Cam his drink, who looked at him smugly. Cam knew being on a line between friendly and rude with you had perks, but didn’t know it would bring good perks.

After everyone filed out, there was still no sign of you. This even brought Eddie to get anxious, but for a different reason. He still had that same worry that you were helping someone when you were injured. “They’re fine. They are an adult and know their limits. They. Are. Fine.” Eddie muttered to himself each time he moved to leave the bar and go find you.

When they finished cleaning up and were about to lock up, you burst through the door. “Guys!”

“Live wire! You’re alright!” Volt explained rushing over to you, but stopped when he realized he was about to hug you.

You looked at him bewildered, face scrunched up, “Of course I am? Anyways you won’t believe it!”

“What could have you buzzing this late sparks?” Eddie moved in closer.

You bounce on your toes and rush to the door, pulling someone in, “It’s Skylar!”

Volt’s face looked horrified at her presence, he was so focused on hurting you, it didn’t even register that he almost killed Skylar. He quickly fixed his face into a smile, “Skylar! I’m so glad you’re alright. I must apologize, I did not intend to get you mixed in. I mean I didn’t mean to—”

“Hehe, I get it, don't worry.” Skylar waves him off playfully, “It felt nice though. I wasn’t just in the glasses anymore. I was everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” Eddie sounded suspicious at how that sounded.

“Yeah, while she was ‘gone’ she was able to see everything that was connected by electricity. Even the telephone poles outside, and what was down the block!” You match Skylar’s enthusiasm

“It was so fun! I’ve never been outside before!” Skylar was practically floating while she talked so animatedly. “We spent the entire day talking about what’s out there, who’s out there, and even why it's out there! Can you believe that?”

Eddie and Volt share a confused glance, “I guess not?”

You wave to Skylar as she leaves, turning back to them. Volt watched her leave, “So is she not in the glasses anymore?”

“She is, but we’re kinda linked now?” You linked your pinkies together, “Like she gave me her powers, and I gave her my ability to leave. That’s what we’ve settled on for an explanation. Her suspension of disbelief and all, it was very happy with that.”

“So you weren’t mad at us- me?” Volt asked, and you felt your heart ready to burst. He looked like a kicked puppy, and you really couldn’t resist him much more.

You put your shaky hand on his cheek, then slowly down to his neck. He hummed and closed his eyes, taking whatever you were willing to give him. “No, I do love you, and I really don’t plan on leaving.” You quickly pulled him down by the back of his neck. The kiss wasn’t quick, but Volt wished it lasted longer. He let you take the lead as you bit his lip, he moaned as he felt his knees grow weak. You were gentle, but forceful, nearly pushing him backwards. He went to grab your waist, but paused. You pulled away for a second, and he tried to chase your lips, but you quickly pulled his hands to grip your waist before you dove back in; and before you could take the kiss any further you heard Eddie groan.

“Thank the amps above. I can stop giving that trashy bastard free drinks” You laugh and pull away, leaving your hand resting on Volt’s chest. Volt squeezed you, not wanting to let go, but glaring at Eddie, who just walked up to you and gave you a chaste kiss, and patted Volt on the shoulder as he walked away back to their room.

“Can I stay for a night?” You batted your eyelashes at Volt. Who short-circuited for a moment before smiling an uneven smile.

“Of course darling, anything you’d” You removed his hand from your waist.

“No touching.” Volt groaned, but followed quickly behind you, glad his efforts were not in vain.

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Wrong Sparks p1

Summary: During an argument with Eddie, Volt gets upset with you and kicks you out of the bar, unknowingly hurting you.

Part 2

Eddie/Volt x gn!reader

Warnings: Yelling, electrocution, mentions of falling down stairs, Volt being possessive, minor violence.

Word Count: 1,727

After closing hours at the Breaker Box arguing could be heard to anyone who passed by Dorian, who was unlucky enough to have heard all of it for the past hour.

From inside the club you and Eddie were having, what you both would consider a ‘causal argument.’ Though to those who did not, your dynamic would think it would put Harper & Dirk's shouting matches to shame. Though every argument you had with Eddie had one thing in common: it came from a place of genuine concern and love; but paired with both of your stubborn ways, it looked more violent than you intended.

"Do I seriously have to ban you for a week so you can just cool down?" Eddie was growing tired from trying to get you to stay put at the bar for the past hour. You have been trying to help with maintenance, but he denied your offer every time since you sprained your wrist.

You knew his threat was empty, but with your mind growing just as tired, you believed him. You huffed, “Fine, then maybe I'll go be a regular at Bev's!”

Eddie reeled back at your very real threat. You did it before and didn't come to the Breaker Box for two days. All because Eddie wanted to stop serving you after you got drunk once & almost fell down the stairs; And if it weren't for Dorian pulling you into your room and getting you to bed safely. After Eddie learned what happened, you got into another argument, to which you went to Beverley's and slept next to Koa that night. You knew Eddie would blow a fuse that night out of concern if he saw you go up the stairs after getting drunk at Bev's.

When you realize you stepped out of line due to Eddie's silence, you shuffle your feet, thinking of what to say, but he beats you to it, "You can stay... but you can't help.

That comment sparks the fire of the argument in you again, "That's how we got here in the first place!"

Eddie sighs and pinches his nose, “Oh god, not this again" Eddie sighs & pinches his nose.

Your argument picks up again, possibly even louder now. The reason for the fight? You had recently sprained your wrist & cramped your hand from taking on a part time job from home while in ‘labor limbo’ and going around the house helping everyone else. Due to your exhaustion you didn't help much with repairs at the bar, but just sat at the bar and chatted with Eddie.

Eddie was there when you realized how bad your hands were; You were drying dishes while he washed, when you turned the glass & dropped it clutching your hand.

After a quick trip to Farya, she wrapped and iced your hand and told you to take it easy on physical labor. You listened to her for a few days; you stopped helping people around the house, and only took time in keeping pleasant conversation, and even took time off work. But now you feel guilty. Eddie had fallen further behind on work since you would stay after house at the Breaker Box for a chat. Now he was stretching himself thin to take care of you and the bar. When you didn’t come to the bar, Eddie would always come to find you and make sure you were resting… Which brings you back to now...

"I can handle it! Let me help!”

"No, you need rest. I've got it handled." The lights were starting to flicker as Eddie just wanted to get back to work and let you rest.

You scoffed, “Oh yeah, because working alone got you really far last time!"

You both paused as a bulb burst from above you. You look at Eddie, shocked at your own words. You start to move to him when a large hand grips your shoulder, painfully so.

“Volt—” Eddie starts, but doesn't get to finish.

Volt's skin, an inhuman shade of blue, stares coldly down at you, “You’re cut off for the day. Get. Out”

"Volt” You grab his wrist, about to beg him to hear you out, when he suddenly grabs your injured wrist.

Eddie tries to reach Volt seeing you hold back a pained yell, but Volt already has you out the door. "Stay away from Eddie." "Volt doesn't even look at you as he slams the door.

You bang on the door yelling for Volt to let you in, when a small current comes through the door. That small spark finally allows you to feel the pain in your arm, it's excruciating. Volt, whether knowingly or not, had electrocuted your arm. You let out an ear piercing scream, only muffled when someone pulled you into their chest & everything went dark.

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When you wake up you notice Farya and Betty right by your sides. Betty was petting your head as Farya was checking up on your arm. Her poking and prodding didn’t bother you, but you were confused why she was here.

“What happened?” You look around, but Betty keeps you lying down.

Curt and Rod appear from the end of your bed. Curt starts off the explanation, “It was crazy. Dorian bursts into the room carrying your.”

“And you were practically dead. Limp. The whole dramatics.”

“Yup. Farya entered not long after, and you were messed up real bad. Whoever you fought, they got you good.”

“They singed your arm bad. Farya considered cutting it off.”

Your heart started sped up as your breathing became uneven.

“They are just messing around. That was never even an option cutie.” Betty reassured you. Her warmth helped a bit, but the second you calmed down, you shot back up.

“Eddie!” You leapt from the bed before anyone could stop you. You raced to the door, but before you could even touch the handle Dorian grabbed your hand.

You look at him, but he shakes his head, “You need rest. Not to go mingling about with them.”

“Dorian, he didn’t mean to,” Your legs gave out, and he picked you up. When he put you back on the bed, you grabbed his hand, “Can you at least check if they are alright, especially Eddie.”

When Dorian doesn’t respond, you resort to puppy eyes and beg, “Please?”

Dorian sighs and squeezes your hand, “Your heart is too big from them, luv’.”

You thank him, and tell him you’ll go rest. You go to turn the lamp off, but when you make contact with the switch it shocks you. You go to pull your hand back, but Farya is already checking your fingers, lightly touching them.

“Does it hurt?”

You look at your shaking hands being touched by her steady one, then look at her, “I- I can’t feel anything.”

She releases your hand which begins to shake even more violently. Curt and Rod get up and head to the door.

“Oh those two really have their wires crossed.”

“Ain’t nobody mess with our friend.”

When they reach Dorian, he blocks their path, and before they could protest he gives them a look that shuts them up, “Look fellas, I know emotions are high but please, stay here with em’. I’ll handle them, I swear.”

Curt and Rod nod and go back to your bed, Curt pulling out cards they had kept themselves busy with before you woke up.

Rod dealt the deck as Dorian closed the door behind him.

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The Breaker Box had been closed for a few days after the incident with you and Volt. Eddie was against the idea, but Volt wanted him to rest and get the repairs done in a timely manner; it also gave Volt time to cool down.

Volt had regretted how rough he handled you that day, but when he saw Eddie blow a fuse he got overprotective. It was a rare thing for both of them, especially now that you joined them. When Volt got too overprotective, he boiled over to controlling and possessive, and this was the first time you had seen it. His blue flared side was something Eddie had told him to reel in, and Volt swears he’s been working on it.

Now Eddie was ignoring him as Volt refused to let him leave to check up on you. So now Volt is in the front cleaning up, while Eddie sits backstage. A loud banging on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“We’re closed.”

“Not here for a drink.”

Volt stood up straighter and opened the door when he heard Dorian’s voice. Volt invited him in and put on his warm host persona.

“How can I help you Dorian? You rarely come here, even when I personally invite you.”

Dorian glances around the room, “Where’s Eddie? I need to speak with both of you.”

Volt felt his protective nature boil up again, but Eddie’s voice carried from across the room, “What do you want? We’re busy right now.”

“Look I don’t want to be here either, but I need to know,” Dorian glares at the two of them, “Which one of you blokes messed with the power.”

“I beg your pardon? We’ve been here fixing the breaker.” Volt puffs out his chest as Eddie stands by his side.

“Look,” Dorian closes his eyes, “I know you lot had an argument the other day, but what you did was too far.”

Eddie moved his hand to his hip, “What was too far?”

“Ah… alrighty then.” Without warning Dorian reels back and punches Volt, sending him to the ground. Eddie rushes to Volt’s side and opens his mouth to yell.

“Look, if you want answers, ask your mate here. And please do stay away from the human unless you both have a proper apology. And I’ll think of letting you see them once they recover from your little stunt.” Dorian gives Volt a pointed look before taking off.

Volt sits up and looks at Eddie confused, “What does he mean ‘recover?’ Our live wire got hurt?”

Eddie looked at the door of the bar, “Yeah, they sprained their hand earlier. The one you grabbed, rather roughly.”

Volt looked down, the guilt finally catching up to him.

“We’ll go apologize to them tomorrow, for now let's deal with your face.” Eddie helps Volt up and takes him to the back to ice his face.

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