#ask box is always open just btw

[damthosefandoms]

au where everything’s the same but mr. and mrs. curtis die on darry’s 18th birthday and he has to work his ass off to graduate early so he can bring his (14 & 11 year old) brothers home and in that time between it all, has to rip up a college acceptance letter, turn down a full-ride football scholarship, fix up the house, find a job that’ll take him part time and eventually full-time, and loses his friends who can’t get over the fact he’s not going to be walking with them at graduation because he’ll be done with school before them. darry whose first taste of adulthood hits him like a train.

[wikiipediabf]

that one mutual that don't play about... *checks notes* gabriel "bibi/bubbles/borboleto" bortoleto????

[qoldenskies]

Why dont you tag some of your analysis/discussion posts with rottmnt? Some of them deserve to get traction!!

i go out of my way to avoid main-tagging more negative posts where i talk about mischaracterization or wider fandom behavior or etc, just because i. idk. dont really want to treat this like twitter and get attention off more negative posts? i think its fine to complain but i really dont wanna foster that energy in the wider fandom environment so to speak (+ ive had people get nasty to me when i get more opinionated, and it's not good for me because i have really bad moral ocd and bouts of paranoia. possibly even ptsd about what happened to me in my last community? i hesitate to call it that but. yknow). also there are certain types of people in the fandom that make me uncomfortable (or angry because i think they're just so confidently wrong) but it's not my business to dictate what they enjoy or try to change their minds. misinterpreting a character from a cartoon made for 7 year olds is not a moral failing or anything, and like it's their choice what they get up to. i jst complain about it to my 700 followers that put up with it occasionally here (jesus christ how are there so many of you that havent gotten fed up with me what did i do???)

with more positive posts i just forget or have weird paranoia about being perceived. sometimes my posts still do well when i dont main-tag them.... people will find them if they deserve it (i mute a lot of them when they get out of control though so idk)

[bunnyboy-juice]

its so fun to me that literally everywhere i exist i am inevitably associated with Cuteness and Joy

[concernedbrownbread]

Hello, i am a fellow reader from A03 who likes your fic ‘The promise of Dawn’ very much.My username is ‘Fatchoppedsalad’.I am interested in talking about himiko. Though i dont know what to ask.

..Ah! How was himiko’s past life? It was given that she was somewhat of a political figure or was going to be one but she died before winning the election. Others than that if its okay with you. Could you please tell me more.

Sorrybtw iam a huge sucker for spoilers🌚

Heyy thanks so much for the ask!!! I really appreciate your comments on the fic! I would LOVE to talk more about Himiko.

Okay so the thing about her past life is that … we don’t know much about it. We’re not really meant to. In the next chatpter (ch4) we see a bit more of the fact that Himiko pretty much Does Not Care. The only person she ever mentions fondly is her “PR guy” and the fact that she was kicked out of her parent’s house. She mentions that she was a”governer” of a “province.” I used those words SPECIFICALLY because I didn’t want her to be associated with the usual US/Japan and those were the most generic versions of those levels of power/division that I could think of. All we really know was that she was probably a middle-aged politician. I love keeping it vague!

She’ll drop random hints throughout the fic because of course she still remembers it, but it’s mainly comedic.

Also, can I please rant about motifs? Imma rant about motifs: Spoilers below.

Okay, Himiko has 3 main motifs: suns, spiders and death. The last I’ll elaborate on as the second arc rolls around, but I’ve (tried to) set up the first two. The first is obvious: Himiko is constantly crowned by the sun, literally my QUEEN (also her being a Princess is going to be a Thing later, thus the usage of “Hime” already). The spider thing I’ve tried to be a little more subtle about but … the book is literally titled the Weaver. Her plots are webs. The very first scene is eight minutes. I have no subtlety for this.

I AM trying to have subtly for the various unfolding “mysteries” like the underground press and the whole Root debacle. Chapter 4 has a bunch of foreshadowing but okay … looking back maybe not subtle. Looks like I need to rewrite this lmao. Hopefully I can get it out by next week!

Anyway, the spoiler is she's going to get a spider summons soon! But before she does, she's going to get her death motif going by getting a scythe. As Himiko develops, especially in the second arc when she begins properly training with her team + eventually finds the underground press, she's going to become something of a monster. A polite, smiling monster that strikes beautiful, beautiful fear in the hearts of people.

A small spoiler for chapter 5, where the Nine Tails Attack happens ... she's going to mimic something very similar to what Kurama does (with the KI). It's a form on ninshu, and she uses it liberally when she figures out how to. After all, what is cooler? Killing someone or making them feel as though they will literally DIE if they cross her.

Feel free to shoot me another ask! I love them!

[ninjagrace]

HEY DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY DRAWING REQUESTS CENTERED AROUND KOU I NEED SOMETHING TO DRAW

[konoa-t]

Alright, the queue is finally cleared out! I just wanna take this moment to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all of your requests!! I wasn’t expecting so many people to show interest in my initial post, so I’m very flattered that you all came over to submit a character! I greatly enjoyed drawing so many unique OCs, and look forward to making you all happy with even more content!!

[kaleschmidt]

watched the V0.7 update of baldis basics plus and. oh my god.

[ohnoitsz1m]

Send art requests again plz I need ideas

[bizarrelovetriangel]

lonely + touch starved mc when they first make their relationship with the boys official? like they're scared to ask for more but desperately need it, since they've been missing it for so long

love your writing btw, thank you for posting it!!! no pressure if this request isn't your thing! :))

sylus

- even before your relationship became official, you and sylus have always been somewhat touchy. hands bumping against each other, fingers ever so slightly grazing, and bodies casually brushing up upon close proximity — it's always been there. his touch, no matter how simple, makes you feel so warm and so special. you haven't felt so wanted, in such a long time, maybe ever. the way he makes you feel is one of a kind, and you can't help but crave for more.

- you decided to be subtle and nonchalant about it, thinking sylus was going to tease you if you ask directly. the 'accidental' touches linger for a little too long, and the amount of times you'd playfully and casually hold him had increased. but maybe you didn't do a good job at keeping it low key.

- sylus pays attention to you more than you think. it didn't take long for him to catch your longing gazes to his lips before looking away, and the way you fiddle with your hands after accidentally touching his.

- "if you want something from me, don't hesistate to claim it. i'm all yours, sweetie." he told you after once again noticing your not-so-subtle-gazes at him. "i'd be happy to give you whatever you ask for. anything at all." that's just what sylus does. he's always encouraging you to be unafraid and boldly go after what you want. do what you want to do without shame.

- and so, with his encouragement, you dared yourself to kiss him. and from the second he kissed back with even more passion, you realized that you have nothing to worry about at all. he wants you just as much as you want him.

- with every day you spend together, you become more and more comfortable in asking for physical affection. just as he said, you don't even really need to ask him — just do it. so, eventually, you've come to a point where, if you want kisses, you just kiss him and he will return with a million times more than you could ever ask for.

caleb

- he's basically a puppy. and puppies are naturally affectionate. even before you were official, physical affection has always been one of his main love languages. headpats, pokes, picking you up, grabbing your waist, ruffling your head, giving you massages, putting an arm around your shoulders, using you as a headrest.... he simply cannot keep his hands off you.

- once you became an official couple, however, while you're grateful that his usual handsiness didn't go away, you started to want more physical affection that are a little more intimate. but you wonder, how could you bring it up without sounding greedy or demanding or awkward? knowing him, he'd tease you and you'd rather not have that right now.

- so you start giving him more longing touches but nothing further. they're like invitations for him to make a move: 'if you want more, then do something' kind of touches. you'd rest your hand on his hands, chest, back, arms and shoulders, hoping that you have some effect on him that will make him want to touch you in return.

- as smart as he is, caleb doesn't catch on right away and fails to fall for your traps, and so eventually you lose patience. "hurry up and kiss me already, dummy" and only then did it click to him that you want more. that you are comfortable to take your relationship a step further in regards to physical affection.

- in truth, he was taking it slow around the time your relationship began because he doesn't want to overwhelm you. he's been in love with you for so long, he'd shoved all his feelings in a box, thinking he'd never be able to act on them. he was afraid of opening that box and overwhelming you with his feelings, so he thought he'd wait for you to get comfortable with his touches as your lover.

- and now that he knows you've been waiting for him, caleb is relieved. at last, he doesn't have to hold back. "if you don't mind, i'd like to be a little more greedy now."

zayne

- your relationship started off slow in general because you're both still testing the waters and learning how to act around each other as a couple. you'd start off with holding hands in private, giving kisses on the cheek, and eventually, kisses on the lips. zayne was quite reserved at the beginning, and so there wasn't as much intimacy as most couples would have at the starting stage.

- although you don't mind the slow pace, you secretly longed for more of his touches that are so gentle and warm, like a sweet embrace. his kisses, despite being brief, are always so passionate and they make you want to melt. his cuddles are even better than your most comfortable blanket. you want to be in his arms forever. but of course, you don't want to seem desperate or scare him away by coming off too strong, so you say nothing.

- little did you know, zayne is just as nervous and touched-starved as you. he wants to feel you and he wants to be held by you, and he wished he was more experienced just so he could be more confident that his actions won't be foolish and wrong. because it's you, he wants to get everything perfect.

- for some time, you two stuck with minimal intimacy. however, both of you have also become impatient rather fast, feeling as if you want more and more of each other every day. you'd wish that those goodnight kisses lasted just a little longer. you'd wished that you'd cuddled more while watching movies. you'd wished that you're next to each other as you fall asleep after talking about how your days went.

- with time, you two have gotten out of your comfort zones together and soon enough, neither of you would get nervous about wanting a kiss, and sleeping next to each other wasn't so terrifying anymore. it's all about timing and getting comfortable with each other. eventually, both of you grew confident with physical affection and intimacy, up to a point where you won't be any need to ask. if you want kisses, you just do it. after all, you're his, and he's yours.

rafayel

- rafayel is so pretty he makes you nervous sometimes. in the beginning of the relationship, you'd find yourself in disbelief that that man is your lover, and that he is in love with you, out of everyone in the deepspace. every time he holds your hand, gives you a kiss, and hugs you, you feel like you're not worthy of such warmth.

- and yet still, you need more. more kisses, more hand holding, more cuddling, even just sitting closely together. you just love that tingling, comfortable, warm feeling that he shelters you with. he makes you feel so loved and appreciated. you feel greedy and clingy at the thought of demanding more of his affection, so you kept it all inside and just took what he gave you.

-but rafayel is someone that made you comfortable so easily. he's often playful and lively, and he tends to move around, a lot. there's a lot of playful touches involved — him locking his arms around yours, holding your shoulders, bumping your hands, and various other little casual physical contact, which greatly helped with intimacy.

- eventually, your nervousness went away and you learned to take initiative, knowing that rafayel will never mind all the physical affection as long as it's with you.

- although, if anything, rafayel might just be a little more touch-starved than you, because he'd been waiting for you for so, so long, and every time you hold him, he's met with a sense of belonging — like everything is going to be okay, and that this life is good, after all. and so, don't be afraid to approach him first because he will always welcome and appreciate your touch, and he will absolutely return it all by a tenfold.

xavier

- he'd be the one to take initiative. you won't even have to ask for more because he wants you even more than you could possibly want him. he can be greedy when it comes to you. even in the beginning, he'd find excuses to be around you and touch you, so you won't ever feel lonely.

- but of course, there comes the times when you're feeling needy for more of him. with xavier, the best thing to do is to be direct and upfront, no matter how scary it seems. you found that the best time is when he's sleepy. he is so cuddly. all you need to do is lie down next to him and he'll gradually get closer and closer into cuddling with you until eventually you're spooning. he'd usually make the first move and ask, "is this okay?" or sometimes he'd just do it and read your expressions. if you like it, he'll do it more. if you don't, he'll stop right away.

- if you want to make the first move, he's always been open and inviting with you. he'll always make sure you're comfortable. he's very approachable, so it doesn't take long for you to become confident with what you want from him.

- but mostly, xavier will always want to give than take more, so you won't ever have to worry. with him, you'll always know that you are loved.

[ghostlycamil4]

Hiiiii I hope you’re doing well‼️ I was wondering if you’d be open to doing a bakugo x story with like a bratty or high maintenance reader? I just think it would be cute for him to like adore his partner even though she or they are high maintenance and can cop an attitude! I don’t know if any of this is making sense, but I hope you have a good day💞🫶

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑.

heyo! bakugo being lowkey obsessed with his high maintenance partner?? yeah. had to do it hope u enjoy it as much as i did writing it <3 thank u for the sweet message btw, hope ur day’s been kind to u too!!

1. He always answers the phone. Always.

Doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night, if he’s training, cooking, or in the middle of a meeting. If you call, he picks up.

"Now what?"

"Why does something have to be wrong? Can’t I just miss you without being questioned, Katsuki?"

"... "

"Also, were you really gonna go to bed without saying goodnight?"

"Tch. No. I was waiting for you to annoy me first."

And the worst (or best) part: the call sometimes turns into hours of lost sleep.

2. He knows exactly what you want. Even before you ask.

When a limited-edition pair of those ridiculous shoes comes out—only available in Paris and sold out in thirty minutes—you don’t say a word. He shows up at home with the box.

"How did you get them?"

"Don’t need to tell you everything, woman."

"Katsuki!"

"You gonna keep whining or try them on already?"

Spoiler: you cry and try them on.

3. When you’re sick… he doesn’t take risks.

Because you with a fever is a full-blown drama show.

"I think I’m dying. Don’t ignore me, Katsuki."

"You’ve got a 99.3, princess."

"That’s still above normal!"

"No virus could survive this much drama."

"Are you calling me dramatic?!"

"Yeah. And I’m still here with your soup, meds, and six velvet blankets. Happy now?"

Spoiler 2: yes, you are happy.

4. "I’m tired. Carry me."

One look. A pout. Arms extended. Bakugo sighs. You smile.

"You’ve got no shame."

"I’ve got no energy. That’s different."

"...Get on. But don’t ask for a massage later."

Spoiler 3: you do ask for a massage.

5. "I want ramen. But not just any ramen… yours."

You could’ve ordered delivery. You could’ve gone to your favorite place. But no, you want his ramen, because “it tastes better when you make it with love.”

"I’m not making it with love. I’m making it ’cause you won’t shut up."

6. "Don’t kiss me, I’ve got gloss on. You’ll smudge me."

You got all dolled up, lips glossy with vanilla shine. He leans in. You stop him with a hand on his chest.

"No. Don’t even think about it. You’ll ruin everything."

"Right. I live to look ridiculous with greasy lips."

"Exactly. You’ll look ridiculous."

He growls… and kisses your cheek. Then your forehead. Then lowers his voice:

"You better kiss me triple when that gloss’s gone."

7. "Take pictures of me. Good ones. Not like last time."

You hand him your phone, fix your hair, pose like you’re on the cover of a magazine.

"Not head-on. Use an angle. And don’t cut my feet off, Katsuki."

"I’m not a damn pro photographer."

"If you suck, I’ll hire a replacement."

8. "Why don’t you say sweet things to me? Call me baby or something."

It’s a constant thing. You love teasing him.

"Baby. Babe. Sexy. Something."

"How about ‘my spoiled dumbass’?"

"That’s not cute."

"It’s accurate."

"Katsuki."

"Love you, you whiny little princess. That better?"

Yes. That’s better.

You ask him this one night. You’re lying across his chest, skin still warm from a bath and your feet tucked under the blankets like always.

"Don’t you ever get tired of spoiling me?"

He doesn’t answer right away. He has you in his arms, your lips still shiny—gloss he already stole mid-makeout—and your body draped over his like you belong there.

The truth is: he knows. And so do you.

Because every time you call at 3 a.m., it’s not out of boredom… it’s because you miss his voice.

Because while he’s losing his mind trying to get you that crap that’s not even available in the country… you’re out buying matching pieces, so you always walk out looking ridiculously couple-coded.

Because when he’s sick, you turn into a dramatic, controlling nurse… but only because it scares you when he’s not 100%.

Because when you ask him to carry you, it’s not because you’re lazy. It’s because you want to wrap your arms around him and feel his heartbeat.

Because you ask for his food even when you could order the same thing, just because “his tastes better when it’s made with love.”

Because you say, “Don’t kiss me, I’ve got gloss on…” but you love it when he ignores you, grabs your face, and kisses you anyway.

Because you ask him to take pictures of you, but you always end up posting the one where he’s in the frame with you.

Because you ask him to call you sweet names, and even though he grumbles… you love how it sounds coming from him.

Because yeah, you’re dramatic. Demanding. Gloss-obsessed. A total headache with long lashes.

But you’re also the one who loves him back with the same fire. And he knows it.

"I like you just like this," he mutters, voice low and rough against your neck. "All of it."

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[heazueken]

Well Needed Fix

*ೃ༄ summary: Volt's a bit worried that Eddie may be falling back into some old habits since you three got together and he has an idea..

warning(s): MDNI, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral sex, voyeurism

pairing(s): EddiexVoltxReader (AFAB, gender neutral)

w/c; 8.4k

a/n: would you believe me if I told you this was supposed to be like 3k words max LOL google docs says this is 17 pages...OKAYYYY. I cant stop yapping unfortunately...anyway my requests are open btw if you want me to write more of these guys! Please enjoy!!

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You’re sitting with Volt at the bar of the Breaker Box after a wild night of more of the objects crazy antics and performances. Volt had poured you a simple soda at your request and he wipes down the counters, lost in thought. His hair jolts with electricity and he tosses it over his shoulder. He’s stripped of his large jacket— having draped it over your chair (you can still feel the warmth radiating from it). His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows and his vest hugs much tighter around his waist than Eddie’s. He’s humming a god-awful tune that Johnny Splash had decided to subject the audience to but hearing him hum it almost made it better than the original. 

Volt breaks the silence.

“Y’know, Live wire,” you pause, holding your glass up to your lips and glance up at the man leaning across the bar. You set it down when you see his knit brows and troubled gnawing of his bottom lip.

“I’ve been thinking…about some things since our whole…debacle a couple weeks back.” 

You know he’s referring to that night. Eddie, almost to tears, refusing to let Volt go. Forcing a shut down on the power— a restart. The lights going out, darkness enveloping you only for them to flick back on and see the two of them still standing there. Your two boys, still together and now together with you. 

Ice clinks to the bottom of your glass as you set it down on a coaster. Arms fold across the bar and you look up at the man who towers over you.

“Thinking…?” 

He tosses a rag over his shoulder, he stares off to the side, eyes almost flickering like a bulb ready to be changed. 

“I know we’ve— you’ve helped Eddie take a load off— in more ways than one, I might add,” He teases, relieving some of the tension he knew you were holding. “But, I’ll be honest, love…He’s still working himself to the bone. I’m scared he’ll go back to his old ways.”

You see the pain in his face, the way his chin drops almost completely to his chest. He gently lays a few fingertips where his shirt exposes the white skin of his chest.

“Us being…connected in such a way. I can feel his anxiety, frustration, pridefulness and…” He lets his hand drop. “His fear, too.”

Perplexed, you cock your head, you hope he meets your gaze but once you ask, Volt almost completely turns away from you.

“Fear? What does Eddie have to be afraid of?”

He’s quiet for a good moment. Sparking hair flows like rays of lightning down his shoulders and over his back and you see it change into a more blue hue before you hear him take a full deep breath as it fades back to his bright white. He turns to you again, a sad smile drawn across his face but you can see in his eyes that the smile does not reach there.

“Afraid of being vulnerable? Afraid of being the one that deserves love? Afraid to accept that love?”

You can’t say you’re too shocked. You knew there was a part of Eddie that’s much less…well, eccentric than his counterpart. That was almost the point of Volt though, let him have the spotlight so Eddie can keep the club up and running. He just didn’t expect that this birth (he hates you using that word but what else is it?!) would almost add more pressure to his already stressful life.

You know he doesn’t resent Volt for all this. No, he cares too much about him— that much was true considering the way he reacted to the possibility of losing his other half forever. 

You always wondered why that— besides the night you two officially got together— Eddie barely participated in the more sexual aspects of your relationship. Almost afraid to touch you and Volt, stepping away when a kiss was planted on your lips by the lightning haired man, or even making excuses as to why he couldn’t join you both on the bed during the early morning hours of the club’s closure. 

“I gotta get the club ready for tonight,” he grumbled, shrugging on his vest and clearly bothered with something. You always want to ask and fix it immediately, looking to Volt who reads your expression easily when Eddie is out the door.

“He’ll be fine, my spark. He just needs some time.”

You usually were able to get a word in after closure, but Eddie would excuse you away, flicking his bruised hand. Yes, you did notice the bruises, even more than there were when you first met. It worries you and you grow as concerned as Volt.

You run the tip over your finger over the rim of your glass, staring into the melting cubes of ice. 

“Yeah…I can see that.” You look up. “Finally tired of dismissing it? You two are so cryptic sometimes.”

Volt sighs, his chest falling with the release of air and he stumbles back around the bar to sit next to you. He scoots the stool so close that his shoulder brushes yours. Even after being skin-to-skin and having him whispering filthy things in your ear, you still feel that flip of your stomach and burst of butterflies. He wraps an arm around you, leaning in a way where his hair creates a barrier so no one can eavesdrop on your conversation— not like there was anyone around anyway.

“I’m protective. There’s a difference.”

“I think we’re passed being protective considering I’m in a relationship with you both, don't you think?” 

Volt gives you a look, his eyebrows tilt in an apologetic way, lips parting to begin his speech you’ve heard tons of time. You place a hand on your chest and mockingly lower your voice to match his pitch and accent before he can even get the words out.

“My live wire, it’s simply different between me and Eddie. We need not your worry for our concern. Nothing against you, of course.” You match a wink just as he does every time.

He’s clearly taken aback and you almost see the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Took the words right out of my mouth, spark.”

It’s not funny this time. You almost want to shove him away, your elbow digs into his pec and he backs off just a little— perhaps taking the hint.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t make me feel like I’m part of this relationship.”

He seems confused, brows knit together and you don’t like seeing a frown on his face but it’s what you feel.

“I don’t like that you guys still hide stuff from me. I get that we’re still getting to know each other, but I feel like I should be able to help emotionally in a relationship,” You get up to leave, hopping off the stool after successfully elbowing Volt’s arm from around you.

Before you can even take two steps, he grabs your wrist.

“Y/N,” It shocks you so much to hear him say your name that you whip your head around to stare with wide eyes. Volt looks…sad…you’ve never seen him like this since that night. You turn around, wrist still in his hand. When he realizes you’re not going anywhere, his grip loosens but he doesn’t let go. “Forgive me. It’s why I called you here tonight.“ He curses to himself, you feel him squeeze your hand as if to comfort himself. He looks up at you with those glowing, pleading eyes. 

“For amp’s sake, live wire, I didn’t mean to start anything.” 

He sounds breathless, his cheeks tinge red with shame. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t gentlemanly of me to start something with you… you of all people…I’m sorry.” He repeats and this time he attempts to drop your hand but this time you’re clutching it, weaving your fingers together and pressing your palm against his. They’re clammy. You never see Volt like this.

You take a step forward. “What’s wrong, Volt?” You tilt your head in a way where he’s forced to look at you. His face is all angles and shadow now, ashamed of his combative behavior and embarrassed that you seem to shrug it off like a jacket, like it doesn’t even matter. You reach a hand up and cup his cheek, there’s a whirring of electricity that sparks across his skin and to your palm. It’s warm and comforting, like he’s pressing his hand onto yours to hold it there for longer. He looks to you apologetically.

“Forgive me. Eddie needs me— as much as he likes to argue he doesn’t. But I’m not enough to get through to him. I need your help this time but I’m such a stubborn ass that I picked a fight…please, forgive me.” 

He’s pained, clearly hurt by his own words directed towards you.

“It’s been just me and him for so long…We’re both still getting used to letting someone else see just how faulty we are,” He chuckles, trying to make light of the situation. You lean in to place a tender kiss on his lips.

“Say the idea you’ve got already, damn it,” You press your forehead to his, scrunching your nose playfully when he finally meets your eyes. They’re bright and loving, a warmth permeates between you both and he tilts his face, slotting his lips back to yours for another sensual kiss. He breaks it before it can get too intense.

“I wanted you to talk to him…”

You quirk a brow. “That’s it?” Volt’s cheeks flush and you’ve rarely ever seen him embarrassed.

“No…no…I want you to…I need you to— oh, for amp’s sake…” His head falls into his hand and he pushes back the streaks of light that is his hair. His entire face is flushed all the way down to his neck, he swipes at his cheeks with one hand hoping it’ll calm down the color. It doesn’t.

“I have an idea…you get him alone and…” He smirks, looking off to the stage of the club. His jaw is carved well and you watch his adam’s apple bob as he tries to maneuver his words into a coherent sentence. You stay silent and patient.

“I have an idea that I think would help him. You and him…get alone and well…you show him how appreciated he is…catch my drift, live wire?” It’s like the anxiety has completely melted off him in seconds. His voice lowers and becomes sultry once more, purring in your ear and it’s already enough to get you fidgety in your seat. But what he’s proposing…

“What about you?”

“I always get you to myself. I think it’s Eddie’s turn.”

You wipe your hands nervously across your thighs. “Yeah, but…Why not both of you?”

Volt waves a dismissive hand. “As much as I enjoy you both, I wouldn’t mind giving you to Eddie for a night or two. No quarrels here!”

You consider this, mulling over the conversation with Volt as you both continue pouring drinks.

When you find Eddie it’s within the late late hours of the night. Everyone is asleep so you sneak your way to the entrance of the club door, the neon light that usually blinks the establishment's name is off, indicating its closure. Eddie’s inside the bar when you take a quick peek inside after noticing the door was unlocked, you knew he liked to work at night, you just didn’t think it was this late he’d be awake.

He notices you the moment the door opens. He downs the rest of his hard liquor, barely flinching at the taste but his brows still crease and he rinses the glass.

“What are you doing awake, spark?” He sounds exhausted— like usual but there’s a tinge of something else you can’t put your finger on. It almost feels like the first few encounters you both had when first meeting. 

You stroll in, shutting the door behind you with a click and making your way to the bar that he stood behind. You take a seat at the stool you claimed earlier that day and you lean both elbows on the bar.

“Couldn’t sleep. Wanted to see Volt…and you.” You see the end of his eyebrow twitch at the mention and he sighs, pouring two shots in quick succession. He downs his before sliding you the short glass. Confused, you finger the rim for a moment, you don’t look at Eddie.

“What’s up with you?” 

“Nothing.” His tone sounds like a bark and hurts you like a bite. You don’t like this tone with him, this wasn’t the usual playful standoffish demeanor he had worn before. This was genuine irritation.

You down your glass too.

“Volt’s worried about you,” you speak plainly, no beating around the bush, no avoiding the topic of one another this time. Things are different now, right? All three of you are together now and you can actually function like a normal relationship, right? That’s how things should be.

“Yeah, well, I’m fine.” Eddie turns so his back is to you. Despite the tension, you can’t help but admire the beauty that is his large frame. He’s slightly shorter than Volt but his shoulders are wider, more defined from hours of working on keeping this club alive and working. His biceps flex under the tight material of his button up while he hastily cleans the shot glasses; once done, he throws the rag over his shoulder just as Volt does and turns around. He pushes back his hair and leans against the sink, you try to avoid letting your eyes wander because you know he’ll notice. 

You let them anyway and see a tint of blush dust across his cheeks. He pouts.

“Volt has nothing to be worried about.”

You let out a breathy laugh, sarcastic and dry. 

“Right,” you point to his clearly bruised hands. “It doesn’t look like you’ve been easy on yourself, Eddie.” He glances down at his hand and sighs, clicking his tongue in an annoyed way. He pulls the rag from his shoulder and covers both hands, rubbing them vigorously as if that would remove the evidence. You get up then, rounding the bar before he can even plan an escape. Your hands reach on either side of the bar, caging him in. Eddie had begun his getaway but was too late.

“Live wire,” He warns, “Let me leave.”

“Let me see your hands.” He keeps rubbing them.

“No.” 

You grab his wrist and he tries to pull away, his face contorting into one of anger but when you catch his eyes you see something akin to shame. Your fingers barely wrap around his thick wrist but you manage to tug the cloth off his hand.

They’re rough, just as they always are. Burns and bruises decorate his skin and callous over, your fingers delicately brush over them and Eddie is pulling them away and sticking them into his pockets. He says your name in a stern tone.

“Let me leave.” Taken aback for a moment at his tone, you hold his gaze for a few seconds, waiting to see if he’d relax, look to the side to sigh and apologize. But no, his face turns more red, his chin trembles and he holds his ground. Well, two can play at that game.

“Just tell me what’s up and I’ll let you go.”

His eyes plead for you to let him go, his hands escape their pockets and ball into fists at his sides. You can see a spark of blue in his eyes, one of anger you’re sure but that doesn’t scare you. He doesn’t scare you in the slightest anymore. 

“Why the fuck do you push and push, hm? Is it like your job now?” His words are venom and meant to hurt you and they do, but you’re stronger than that.

You point at him. “You have no right to speak to me that way.“ Your tone softens and your arms reach out to invite his vulnerability. “I’m equally as worried, Eddie. Me and Volt. I can’t have you overworking yourself again…please.” 

“I can do what I damn well please, little wire! I don’t need you or Volt worrying about me,” He shoo’s you away with a hand. “Go back to him and fuck, why don’t you? Leave me alone.”

Wow. You flinch at his words, unnerved by his tone and words.

“What? What is this really about, Eddie?”

He puts his hands on his hips, glaring at you with a malice you’ve never seen. “Volt is clearly better than me. That…that job is for him. Not me,” He places a hand over his chest, his jaw clenches. “You deserve Volt, Y/N. I only bring down the mood.”

“That is not true,” You say, your voice instantly getting softer. You should have seen it; the way he pulls away, the way he can’t seem to look as Volt steals a kiss from you, the way he pulls away when you try to touch him. It’s so clear now.

“Eddie,” you step closer, testing the water. Eddie doesn’t falter but instead rubs a hand at the back of his neck and looks down at his feet. He has nowhere to go anyway. “You know that’s not true, right?” Another step, you’re much closer, closer than he’d like you to be and he avoids your gaze still.

His flinches when your hand reaches at his side. It’s almost instant, the way his hand seems to unravel and let you slot your fingers between his. His eyes screw shut, knowing how calloused and rough they are. When you squeeze, he has to pretend like the bruises don’t hurt under the pressure, he doesn’t care really because despite everything he still craves for it.

You’re both silent. He doesn’t dare say a word and you study his face— the way the strands of wires that form his hair frame his face, the red wires complimenting his skin tone. The way his jaw tenses when you step even closer and he feels your body heat. You see his cheeks turn red just slightly.

“Say it,” You gently push. He wants to pull away, hide in his corner until you finally take the hint and leave but he knows you won’t.

“It’s not true…” He says gently, barely cracking his eyes open. His chin is nestled to his chest and he stares down at the shoes of yours. He seems so…small like this— finally admitting defeat.

“That’s right,” You confirm, finally you reach out again and this time he has no choice but to accept it. He won’t tell you that it’s really what he’s been craving for weeks now because, well…

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong? I thought I told you that you wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

He continues to stare at the floor and his eyes flutter shut at the comfort of your warm hand caressing his forearm.

“I…you deserve Volt. He’s clearly better than me.”

Huh?

Your eyes widen at the confession. “Eddie…what? Where did you come up with that?”

Eddie grumbles, running a hand through his wires again and pushing them back, he holds his hand at his neck and finally dares to look down at you. His silver eyes bare a foreboding sadness, you can see the disappointment in his eyes.

“I’m not good with…any of that shit. That’s Volt’s job…he’s the more outgoing one, the handsome one. He’s the better part of me. I’m only good behind the scenes, hidden away and working…”

You instantly shake your head before he even finishes.

“Eddie, no. None of that is right. What makes you think I only want Volt.”

Eddie shrugs. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe all the side glances you make to him even when I’m there, the way you two hold hands at every given chance. The way he kisses you and you kiss back—“ He seems to grow more irritated as he continues. “You always seem happier in his company rather than mine. The way you two will continue when I leave—“ His voice shakes for a moment and you feel his hand tremble under your hold. 

“Eddie—“

“It’s just clear that you and Volt found each other and I can go back to working my ass off.”

“Eddie—!”

“I’m clearly not good enough, you know? All I’m good for is keeping the power on and letting you two go at it like rabbits—“

You grab him by the shoulders and shake him like a ragdoll. Finally he shuts up.

“Eddie! Stop! Stop saying those things!” 

He’s warm, his eyes flicker with spikes of electricity and you think he’ll blow a fuse judging by the straining vein that stretches across his forehead. Eddie looks hurt, he looks at you expectantly, like you’ll finally call it quits here and walk out of his life. You’re sick of him at this point, right?

“I don’t think those things. I don’t feel how you’re accusing me of feeling. I don’t only have feelings for Volt.”

“But he’s the only one that deserves you.”

Your heart breaks. Eyes begin to water and you place both hands over his chest, your fingers weave into the buttons of his vest and you feel his quickened heartbeat.

“You deserve me too. Do you really think I was sticking around to see Volt every night?” Eddie looks off to the left, his eyes staring towards the stage. He shuffles on his feet.

“Yeah, kinda…”

You give him a sad smile. “You’re so fucking stupid,” you playfully pat a fist over his chest and Eddie looks down at you offended. “I was worried about you, you fool! Give me a little attitude and I’m determined to make that shell crack,” you snicker and your eyes beam at the slight lift of the corner of Eddie’s lips.

“Why me, though?” He asks genuinely. 

“Why not you?”

He motions to himself. “I’m not exactly the most appealing, little spark.” It’s ridiculous how he can act like he isn’t one of the sexiest objects in the house, like he isn’t the reason why you have two wonderful boyfriends now and the very foundation of the working house, giving each object a purpose in life and giving them said life he powers.

You let your hands wander then, taking in the sight of Eddie’s body tensing at the sensual touch, his eyebrows twitching and cheeks burning. You can feel the electricity coursing through his veins when your bare fingers find the base of his exposed neck and you encircle your hands around them, sliding your body close so your chest-to-chest with him. Fingers card through his hair and his mouth twitches when he speaks, his voice low and curious.

“What are you…doing?” 

“Admiring what’s mine?” You say it so simply, so easily that Eddie can’t seem to comprehend it. He finds a hand lifting and placing it on your waist. There’s a start.

“I’m yours, huh? What, I’m some panel of electricity only made for your pleasure? Is that what you’re saying?” You hook your wrist together, caging him there and his back leans into the wall. You shrug.

“If I said yes?”

“I’d say you’d get electrocuted,” His voice grumbles in his chest and there’s a shiver that runs down your entire body at the sound of it. You wiggle a brow at him.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Eddie.”

He laughs. It's genuine and refreshing to hear after not having it bless your ears the past few weeks. His eyes glisten with a newfound gladness and you take pride in knowing you helped create that in him.

“Is Volt giving you pick up lessons?” He places his other hand on your waist, his palms find comfort on your body and you begin to rock gently side to side.

“You weren’t supposed to know that,” You tease, tapping your lips with your index finger. Eddie chuckles and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

“What else am I not supposed to know? What else is he having you hide from me?” His fingers tease at the hem of your shirt and you feel your own cheeks flush. You play with the ends of one of his strands of hair, poking your finger against the exposed wire.

“Nothing…just that…he wanted me to—“ you cover your mouth and mumble the rest of your confession. Childlike mischief dances across your face and Eddie’s eyes close half lidded—unamused. He pulls your close, turning his head to hold his ear closer to your mouth.

“Didn’t quite catch that.” 

You giggle, Eddie smiles. “He wanted me to try and convince you to—“ another muffle, but Eddie is already grabbing your wrist and forcing it off your mouth. You belly laugh, doubling over when you try to fight back and fail horribly. You’re definitely not as strong as he is and he’s quickly turning you around and pushing you against the wall. He pins your wrist against the wall on either side of your head. Everything stops when you two look at each other, amusement playing across both your faces until you feel his thigh press between your legs.

He’s handsome like this, inches from your face, holding you and staring down at you with those halflidded eyes. His mouth parts slightly when it goes quiet and he lets his gaze flicker down to your lips. He licks his own.

“Convince me to what?” 

You don’t try to play this time. “Convince you to have sex with me.”

Eddie chuckles, “Volt thinks I should get my dick wet to relieve my stress?” 

You can’t really argue with that, “Well, it could help.” 

He stares at you for a couple moments, you feel like you’re being evaluated while his eyes roam across your features, tracing the lines of every piece of your face and settling for a good while on your lips before flitting them back up to your eyes.

“Yeah…I think it could help,” He sounds actually genuine this time, taking the advice into consideration as silly as it seemed. He pulls away to rub at his scruff, the sound of his rough hands on the stiff hair tingles the back of your neck and you have the urge to rub your cheek against it.

“I have a better idea,” He says thoughtfully. “How ‘bout— are you free tomorrow night?” 

You stare at him with an unamused expression. “You really think I have anything else planned besides being at home and rotting away?” Eddie chuckles, breathy and warm and you smell the whiskey on his breath. His hand slides up your waist and cups the side of your ribs, he gently presses the pads of his fingers into the muscles and it takes everything in you to not moan at the touch. He can see the effect it has on you, however and he gives you a knowing smirk.

“How about instead of rotting away in bed, you come meet me tomorrow night after the show. I’ll show you something, yeah?”

His entire demeanor has changed. Confidence permeates the air around him suddenly, his eyes seem to darken with want and it makes your stomach flutter with an excitement you haven’t felt in Lord knows how long. You’re eager, nodding your head and your jaw slack slightly. Eddie—amused, laughs again, his eyes shutting and nose crinkling. His crow feet are something to be admired and the way he cups your chin with his thumb and forefinger to shut your mouth has you blushing red.

“Thanks for the ego boost, live wire.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek and you finally get that chance to feel his scruff. “I owe you one.”

You finally let him slip past this time. The sound of his  footsteps receding as you try to conceptualize just what he’s planning for tomorrow.

The club is once again closed when you head on over to the Breaker Box. Pushing up your dateviators curiously, you knock once, twice on the metal door. 

It creaks open, revealing Eddie. He looks much less worn out than usual. His hair is still shaggy and eyes 

 littered with lack of sleep, but for the most part there seems to be more color in his face and a gleam in his eyes that you can only say looks a little like mischief. You wave a hand hello and he opens the door further.

His vest is off, only adorning his white button up and it’s certainly not buttoned all the way. His wife ringlets around his neck still hang there and the collar of the shirt lays easily across his collar bones. You see chest hair peeking out of the shirt and you have to stop your eyes from wandering too far.

“Come on in,” He nods his invitation and the heavy door creaks and clangs closed behind you. The lights are dimmed, most off and you can barely see the stage without them on. But there’s a little shadow of the microphone where Johnny usually is, subjecting everyone to his demos. The bar is also barely lit, backlights highlight the glass on shelves, creating rainbows of light to dance across the countertop. Eddie takes you over, one hand on the small of your back to lead you over to your stool.

“Want a drink?” He holds up a shot glass he’s already prepared.

You look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Trying to loosen me up?”

He looks at it, then at you. “Well, I sure as hell need it. You mind if I…?”

“Please, go ahead. Just don’t get drunk on me. Already had to deal with a passed out Volt after I left last night.” You had found Volt, drunk and asleep, cuddling up with Betty on your bed, drooling over her breast. You settle on the stool and watch Eddie down the shot in one go. He places the glass on the counter and pours another.

“Yeah, thanks for handing him to me.” Eddie rolls his eyes at the memory of having to carry him back to the club.

Looking around, you notice something.

“Speaking of which. Where is Volt?”

Eddie doesn’t say a thing, instead he throws back another drink and finally rinses it, cleans it and places it back on the rack. He wipes his hands dry with a washcloth.

“Upstairs. You wanna see him?”

That sounds…ominous, the way he slowly releases the words— almost nervous to ask you. Afraid you’ll say yes. But when you look up at him he’s got this evil smile, a smug look in his eye.

“Eddie…what did you do?” He laughs at that and jabs a thumb to the stairs that lead up to their living quarters. You follow him.

He places his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly while he places his index finger on his lips, shushing you silently. When the door opens, you hear Volt before you see him.

“This is just cruel now, Eddie, really. What have I done to deserve such treatment?” Eddie pushes you inside with a swift move, tripping on the threshold, you stumble into the bedroom where sitting in a rusty chair is Volt. You catch your balance as you take in the slight.

He’s clothed (surprisingly) but his hands are behind the back of the chair, a thick line of wire is digging into his clothes, cupping his chest. His ankles, also tied, force him to spread his legs and he struggles against his restraints. Hair falls into his face when he tries to jerk out of the confines Eddie clearly placed him in and when he tosses his head back to throw his hair back over his shoulder— he catches you.

“Live wire!” He exclaims, realization hitting him and you all at once. “That’s what this is, Eddie? Showing off?” Volt would almost look angry if it wasn’t clear that he was extremely proud of Eddie at this moment.

“What—?” You can’t finish your question before Eddie is grabbing your shoulder and pushing you to the bed. The strength in his grip alone leaves you gasping and there’s a pang of pleasure that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. An electrifying excitement. 

“Thought it was my turn for a little fun this time,” He says cooly. “Better to give my other half a show while I have my way with our little spark, right?” Eddie flashes Volt a toothy smile before he begins unbuttoning his shirt. You lean back on your elbows on the bed, your eyes watching Eddie before switching over to Volt who’s staring at you with a knowing grin. 

Well done, live wire. You can practically hear it as he mouths the words. You bring your legs up and squeeze your thighs together with a glee and arousal. 

Eddie’s body is toned— where Volt is practically hairless albeit except the white happy trail that begins at his belly button— Eddie is covered. Hair dusts over his chest and travels down his entire torso, his pants hang low enough where you can see the beginning of his lower pelvic region. Soft lines point to where you can see the natural shape of him in his pants. His skin flushes under the dimmed lights when he tosses the shirt to the side and feels both pairs of eyes on him, raking down and up. Volt holds back his tongue for once, letting Eddie have the spotlight for tonight. 

The bed shifts when he places a knee on it, reaching and grabbing your ankle. Eddie tugs with one swift motion and you’re pulled to the edge of the bed, just a few feet from where Volt sits in the chair. You look to Volt for a moment when Eddie’s hands slide over your clothed thigh.

“Don’t look at him,” He says with a bite that almost sounds like anger. The lights soften the hard edges of his face but that gaze is equally as sharp and ten times more intense. Your eyes are glued to him then.

His hand slips under your shirt, fingertips hot against your skin and they press when it reaches the edge of the plump flesh on your chest. He squeezes gently, eyes glued to your face to see what expression you’ll conjure. His thumb swipes over your nipple and it’s hardening under his touch. Your eyes flutter shut, leaning back on your hands and letting your spine arch at the pleasure. Volt was always soft, sometimes too soft and delicate but Eddie’s already proving to be a beautiful contrast to his partner. You let your lips part in a sigh.

He pinches your nipple with his forefinger and thumb, there’s a jolt of electricity and it drives a yelp out of you. The pain quick to hit and just as quick to evaporate. You let out a needy moan then, letting your legs separate and scoot closer to Eddie— hoping he’ll pick up the sign that you want more of whatever that was.

Eddie’s other hand shoves your shirt up, exposing you to the chilly air and Volt’s piercing stare. The arousal increases in the room for every party. You hear the chair creak under Volt’s weight when he shimmies his wrists in his bindings. You look down, daring to open your eyes when you feel warm breath at the center of your chest between your breasts.

“More?“ Eddie lets out with a breath. You nod your head, his fingers pinch harder just a little. “Say it.” 

“M-more…please.” You add the polite request at the end, hoping it would please him. It certainly does because his tongue is pressing to your breast, starting the underside and sliding up to your hardened peak. He circles the tip of his tongue around a few times before letting his lips capture the rest in his mouth. Your hand finds its way to his hair, gripping the strands as he sucks more of your skin into your mouth. His own eyes flutter shut for a moment and you’re able to admire the way his eyelashes lay against his warm skin. He’s pretty like this— he always is but seeing the content on his face has the tips of your ears reddened and warm. 

He pulls away, letting a bridge of spit connect from your nipple to his bottom lip that’s become plump and red. He swipes his thumb over it, breaking the bridge and beginning a slow, wet circle around your other breast. Eddie looks up at you through his lashes and he leans in close, pressing his face into your neck. You gasp, mouth agape and already getting dry.

“Mmmmh,” He mumbles, “So soft,” his lips graze your neck, tongue sliding out to press against your quickened pulse. His teeth sink in slowly, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a slight indent. He suckles the sensitive skin there, it pinches and hurts but it sits so close to pleasure that you can’t differentiate between the two. You let out another moan, hips moving on their own accord.

Volt groans himself, eyebrows pinched together and pulling at the wires as he watches his lovelies neglect his pleasure. He’s hard— rock hard in his pants but there’s no release for him. 

“Eddie…” You breath, hand grasping the back of his neck. He grumbles into your neck before releasing you and soothing over his third hickey with his tongue. He pulls away, hair a mess, eyes droopy with want, hands trembling with excitement as he looks over your aroused state while he figures out what to do next. So much he wants to do…

He pushes your shirt completely off, it’s awkward and it tangles with your limbs but you managed to pull it off, now the two of you half exposed. Volt’s eyes seem to bulge out of his skull and he babbles something about how beautiful you two look. Eddie gives him a sideways glance that shuts him up. 

You lift your hips when Eddie begins to hook his fingers into your pants, peeling them off and letting his calloused fingertips slide across silky skin. He slides them to your inner thighs once your pants lay in a heap on the floor and he’s pushing your knees apart until they nestle on the blankets beneath you. He lets out a longing sigh after holding his breath, revealing the goldmine of your wet heat. Eddie looks in wonder, mouth watering at the sight and he can’t seem to figure out what to do first for a couple seconds. A curious thumb buries into the hair on your pubic bone and he pulls the skin upward, unveiling your plump clit. It twitches under his cooling breath.

He lowers his head.

Eddie lets his mouth cup over your mound, his tongue peeking out to swipe, flat and wide to cover the entire surface. He moans with you in his mouth, vibrating the area and your legs fight against the strong hold he keeps on your thighs to keep them separated. Your hips buck at the sensation, unable to control the roll of mind numbing pleasure that feels like warm water enveloping you from toes to shoulders. 

Eddie sighs, breaking the suction on your clit to swipe his tongue up and down with a precision and movement only he is capable of. He barely peeks over to Volt before he’s replacing his tongue with his two forefingers, watching your hole clench and unclench with each rub over your bundle of nerves.

“They taste so good, Volt. They’re doing so well for me, too, don’t you think?” 

Volt swallows over a dizzying lump in his throat, attempting to clear it before speaking but he sounds just as breathless as you. “Y-yes, they are…So good for you…” 

Eddie turns to you. “Good little spark,” His fingers play and circle at your entrance, pulling your lips apart to watch the slick ooze from you. His middle fingers dips inside slowly, it’s not nearly big enough to satisfy you— leaving you whining and wanting to beg for more. Before you can muster the courage to, Eddie is already pulling away and reaching over to press his fingers into your mouth. You let your mouth fall slack and take his finger in, a hand holds his wrist gently as you suckle and taste the saltiness of your own desire for him. “Get it nice and wet, spark…that’s it.” There’s a warmth to his voice that sends shivers down your entire body and you eagerly suck on his finger, letting saliva escape the corner of your mouth and slide down the side of his finger.

“Does Volt ever finger you?” He asks when he pulls away again and settles his hand between your legs once more. You shake your head and he pouts. “That’s a shame. He’s real good at it. Leaving our live wire out on some fun? eh?” He looks over his shoulder. “Not nice, Volt. Cruel, even.”

Volt groans, his pants tight around his crotch. You wonder if his hardon has the strength to burst from the seams. 

“That’s alright,” He hums, positioning his fingers at your entrance again. This time he holds his middle two, sinking them into his first knuckle. “I’ll take care of you.” 

With the width of his two fingers— your body reacts; leg spread wide, you toss your head back into the sheets, hands grip said sheets and you bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your moan. It doesn't work. Eddie’s fingers seek deeper inside you, feeling the plush, wet walls within you. The action alone has him feeling his cock dig into the bed below him. His hips adjust, feeling that satisfying friction but he stops himself— not yet. He’ll get his turn soon.

His fingers curl, hooking themselves deep inside you and he begins thrusting. Wet, filthy sound mix together with your sounds of pleading and pleasure when Eddie finds your g-spot and abuses it. 

“Eddie!” You moan, teeth clenching and legs fighting against his strong hold. “Fuck…fuck, fuck! Eddie!”

“That’s it,” His voice feels like warm honey against your eyes. “You want it harder, don’t you, my little wire?” Fingers move expertly, sliding in and out and pressing into that plush, sensitive spot so roughly it starts to feel numb. A knot forms in your lower abdomen, tightening and tightening—

“Eddie! Please, I’m almost there—“ He suddenly stops.

You whine, practically crying when his wet fingers leave you empty and clenching around nothing. By the time you open your eyes, he’s sitting up and sucking on his fingers, eyes trained over to Volt who really does look like he’s gonna burst.

His hair sparks blue, eyes flicker with a sick malice that you know isn’t true anger. You watch them, waiting for one of them to say something. It’s like they have a silent conversation, speaking telepathically. Eddie releases his finger with an audible pop and turns his attention back to you.

“Lay back down and spread your legs.” You don’t dare question him. 

You and Volt both watch with bated breath as Eddie unzips his pants, watching his hardon strain against the fabric before pushing them down along with his underwear. He springs out of the confines and you sit up to get a good look.

He climbs atop the bed, grabbing one ankle of yours with his hand and holding your leg open while the other grabs at his base. You hear a needy noise come from Volt when Eddie angles his dick to your heat. It’s warm and he presses his tip to your clit, sliding up and down to coat himself in your slick. His skin is soft and warm against you and Eddie lets out a moan that erupts from deep within his chest. A satisfying sound, something akin to a growl and he lets his eyes shut as the pleasure envelopes you both. He moves slowly, letting your pussy memorize the shape of him against your lips.

“Could cum just from this, live wire…” His tip catches at your hole and you gasp and relax— opening him for him but he slides back up to your clit and circles it with his tip. “Nice and wet, hm?” 

He pulls back a little to align himself to your entrance. You suck in a breath, holding it until his tip splits you open. There’s the slight burn the further he pushes in, waiting for you to flutter around him before Eddie continues to shimmy his way inside you. He’s much more girthier than Volt— thicker and hotter— you wonder in the moment if there’s any chance you’d ever be able to fit them both inside you one day.

Eddie releases his hand from his cock and grabs the back of your knee, lifting your leg to push it against your torso. He lets his head fall back when he bottoms out inside you and lets out a satisfying sigh. 

The room turns hot then. Everyone breathing deeply, Volt giving up on escaping and this time focusing on thrusting his own hips into nothing— practically crying over the lack of friction he receives. He watches you two with an icey, jealous, aroused stare that could melt metal.

There’s a searing heat between you and Eddie and it increases when he pulls his hips back and forward slowly, creating a slow and even rhythm. His thumb runs over the inside of your ankle, calloused finger soothing your mewling as you feel his cock bruise the inner working of your walls. Your toes curl when he pushes further in, his coarse hair mixing with yours, pelvis-to-pelvis in the most intimate way. 

“Fuck,” He breathes hard, breath fanning your face. He leans down, curling forwards and his hair falls over his forehead in a messy fashion. He thrusts harder, eyes peering down where you two are connected. Creamy white pools out of you and drips down onto the sheets, he fucks you harder, knowing you can take more. Your body rocks with each push inside you, reaching up to grab the sheets to keep you steady. You moan Eddie’s name, looking over to Volt whose mouth has fallen open, cheeks tinged blue. 

“So good, Eddie…Feels so good…” You say, eyes locking with Volt’s. There’s a smirk on your face and his eyes narrow, he still attempts to thrust but to no avail— there is no pleasure like skin-to-skin for him tonight.

Your other hand finds itself pressing into Eddie’s lower abdomen, feeling the ripple of muscle under his skin with each thrust. Your fingernails glide down a prominent vein on his pubic bone, down and down until your finger feels the wetness that’s coated on the small sliver of his exposed cock nestled in you. A choke catches in his throat and your hand goes to your very clit, circling it feverishly.

His speed picks up, thrusting getting messier, the sound of skin on skin growing louder, the bed creaking under the weight and his grip is so hard on your skin that you know you’ll have crescent shaped bruises in the morning. Eddie curses under his breath again, the pleasure becoming a hot white that almost blinds him. He’s just about ready to blow a fuse before he strains out.

“Gonna let me cum in you, right? Make you mine?” He says through clenched teeth. “Gonna fill you up and make sure we get every last drop deep inside you…” He leans down now, letting go of your ankle to grab the back of your knee, pushing both legs up and against your torso. The new angle is deeper, his girth splitting you open and tip bruising your cervix. There’s the burn and sharp pain of his abusing thrusts and he practically growls in your ear.

“Fuck, live wire, squeeze around me again and I’ll—“ His sentence is cut off when you tighten around him, lust filled eyes locking with his as you feel that wet warmth burry itself deep inside you.

Eddie’s lips part, glossy and red as he releases himself inside you, pumping his hips a few more times as ropes coat your walls. It’s lewd, the way you feel it slip out of you while he lazily moves his pelvis against yours. Slowing his motions, he lets go of your legs, letting the heels of your feet dig into the end of the bed. Sweat drips from his forehead and the tip of his nose, pushing his hair back, he sits back, still inside you.

Eddie quickly leans down to give you a long, strong kiss on your lips. When you separate and you press noses together, you look at each other deeply. Eddie’s eyes flash a pink color, eyelids droopy and the circles under his eyes seem to grow more prominent as the exhaustion of what he’s done takes over.

He slowly, eyes trailing over your body, pulls out of you. His softening dick drops cum from the tip and like a dam breaking, cum oozes out of you and onto the sheets. You release a sigh and let your achy limbs relax, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back.

You moan, pushing more cum out of you when you speak, “God, Eddie…that was…”

He sits at the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on one knee and looks over to you, nodding. “Well needed fix, yeah…”

“I was gonna say amazing.”

He smiles and blushes. “That too…” He fully turns to you, remorse written across his face. “I’m sorry for the way I acted.”

You shake your head, sitting up and reach over to grab his hand. “Don’t be sorry for having insecurities. We all have them.”

He shrugs. “I’ll be better.” He looks away, blushing and then turns back to you quickly. He puts his other hand over yours. “I love you…I realized I hadn’t said it since…everything that went down. I love you.”

You squeeze back. “I love you too.”

There’s a groan coming from the edge of the bed. 

Oh right.

Volt sits, still tied up, head hanging forward, hair cascading down to cover his face. You and Eddie find your eyes trailing down his body to—

Oh!

A wet spot sits directly on the hard lump that is Volt’s erection. Eddie lets out a chuckle.

“No way you came untouched, in your pants.”

Volt groans, hair sparking aggressively. “Just untie me and let me change…”

[joeyfranchise]

all tangled up in the moon

justin herbert x fem!reader

summary: you finally began feeling open to dating in your new home of sunny la, especially since your best friend didn’t love you back the way you loved him… unless he did? a telling double date begins unraveling feelings that you didn’t know were shared…

warnings: pining/mutual pining. expressions of feelings. a LOT of fluff. explicit sexual content, MDNI. 18+ only.

word count: 6.3k.

note: my first ever justin fic!! based on so many ideas from my bestie @joeyburrrow, also happy belated birthday btw 🫂 i’m sorry i didn’t get it posted yesterday! but, she and i have talked about so much of this and this fic truly is for her. ALSO— FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC ONLY— i made justin allergic to walnuts. idk if he is or not, but it’ll make sense when you get there. i hope you like this. love you all. 💗

the dating pool in los angeles was nothing short of horrible.

sure, there were tons of people, which meant tons of options… but that also lead to some problems. there was so much diversity around, which again, is great… but it often led to mismatched partners and having trouble finding someone with all of the same interests or morals or values as you.

that being said, while messing around on dating apps, you found yourself a date that ticked more of your boxes than anyone else had since you moved to the sunny city.

his name was damon, and he worked at a law firm that wasn’t too far from your own nine-to-five job. his profile said he was 6’2, in his pictures he displayed a beautiful smile, and his interests were similar enough to yours that you figured why not give it a chance?

when you swiped right he’d messaged you nearly immediately, which could’ve been a red flag, but he kept it sweet and professional. his personality shined through his messages and you found yourself genuinely laughing at some of his jokes, and that was always a good sign.

you ran into one little problem though. you didn’t really know anyone else in l.a. except for your best friend, therefore you didn’t have many people to trust. sure, you had coworkers and acquaintances in the office, but none of them were around you enough to be able to vet through suitors from your dating life to let you know who would work and who wouldn’t.

you were also afraid to go out with someone new alone, and you blamed that on being an introvert. you ultimately made the decision that either damon would have to be okay with your first date being a double date, or you just wouldn’t go. when damon agreed it was fine, you called justin worriedly - this was going to be the hard part.

he picked up after two rings.

“is this the krusty krab?” you asked teasingly, smiling as you heard him huff out a brief laugh. he lowered his voice before answering.

“no, this is patrick.”

“yeah, justin patrick,” you teased, “unless i called the wrong brother.” you chewed on your bottom lip as you heard him chuckle again.

“that’s my name! don’t wear it out.” he joked. you could practically see the dumb grin already etched across his face. you remained silent for a moment, the weight of the question weighing on you. when you didn’t respond, justin took the lead of the conversation again.

“hey, y/n? you okay? not that i mind you calling me, of course i don’t mind… but did you need something? is everything alright?” you appreciated his ability to talk you down in moments like this, it was like he could sense your nerves even from miles away, and over a phone call.

“i’m okay. but i have a tiny favor to ask. you know you’re my most favorite best friend in the wholeee world, right?” you laughed, trying to push past the anxiety of the question you needed to ask him. “i do. what’s the favor?”

“i have a date friday night and i’ve never met him before. i didn’t know anyone else to ask and.. i was hoping maybe you and chloe could come along? like a double date?”

justin and chloe had started seeing each other recently, and you liked her enough not to really worry about their relationship. sure, she was living your dream being with justin, but you practically knew he didn’t feel the same about you. while you were completely and utterly in love with him, he still saw you as his best friend, and you had learned to accept it.

when you first met chloe you knew she wasn’t his type, she was completely different from justin… but he seemed happy, and that’s all you ever wanted for him. she was excited to meet you too, and in the few times you’d seen her since she was always genuine and kind.

“i think we can make that work, i should be out of practice in time. i’ll let chloe know and then we can figure out where to go. there’s a new restaurant downtown she and i went to a few weeks ago, you’d love it. they have really good raspberry cheesecake!” he said.

“oooh my favorite!” you cheered, already daydreaming of the delicious confection.

“i know.” he agreed. you smiled on the other end of the line, the way he knew you from cover to cover made your heart ache. you only hoped damon - and if not him, then whoever was destined for you - could be such a wonderful lover to you. someone who truly cared to learn everything there was to know about you, just like you and justin did with each other, even if only as friends.

you and justin talked for a bit longer over menial things before you ended the call, bidding him a goodnight. you made sure to text damon about your plans, letting him know you’d get back to him about a time as soon as you could.

he was excited for your date, and also excited to meet justin. you learned damon was a big fan of sports, and even though he wasn’t a chargers fan, he still really liked justin and thought he was a great player. he didn’t believe you when you first told him justin was your best friend, you had to provide him with photo evidence. the whole ordeal made you laugh. after chatting briefly with damon you put your phone on your bedside table before rolling over and getting cozy under your blankets.

you went to bed with a smile on your face that night, excited for your date with damon and also excited for him to meet your best friend.

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you sailed through the week on a high, and when friday night came you were still feeling ecstatic. you were still a little anxious about going out and meeting damon in person for the first time, but getting to know him through the week had helped you warm up a little and let your guard down.

you decided on wearing a simple black dress, classy yet not too-fancy. you curled your hair and applied a light layer of makeup before slipping on a pair of strappy black heels.

you planned on meeting justin and chloe at the restaurant at seven, giving everyone enough time to get ready and allowing justin to shower and freshen up after practice.

damon picked you up at six-thirty. he met you at your door with flowers which you graciously accepted, and you excused yourself to bring them inside and put them in water before locking up and going with damon to his car.

he opened your door for you and you slid in, buckling your seatbelt as you waited for him to get in and start the engine. it was a bit chilly out and you were grateful when damon turned up the heat before backing out of your driveway and heading to the restaurant.

you chatted with him on the drive and it was pretty pleasant, you were thankful that the conversation between you both flowed easily. you learned that his favorite football team was the los angeles rams, and you joked with him that he’d need to let you out of the car immediately because you wouldn’t stand for that nonsense.

he laughed heartily at your joke. he talked to you more about his job, you learned he was a paralegal and that he’d been in the profession for nearly four years. you told him about your experience working in human resources and you related over shared experiences.

when you arrived to the restaurant damon parked and came around to open your door, and you were quickly met by justin and chloe. damon and justin shook hands and introduced themselves to each other as you greeted chloe.

“i love your dress!” she smiled, you thanked her. “you look incredible too, chloe!”

she wore a light blue dress that came down mid-thigh and had long sleeves. she wore black heels as well, and you loved the glittery eyeshadow she had put on.

the four of you walked into the restaurant and justin spoke to the host about reservations he had so graciously called in - which you thanked him immensely for. the host led your party to a table toward the back of the restaurant and you all sat. damon made sure to pull out your chair, and justin did the same for chloe.

the waitress came by shortly after for your drink orders, you and justin both got water. chloe ordered a riesling and damon ordered a cabernet, which you found amusing. you didn’t say anything about it, though.

the waitress brought your drinks quickly and she also brought a basket of bread for the table, with little cups of cinnamon butter. you indulged in one as you listened to justin and damon begin chatting about football.

you and chloe began to chime in at times, and the atmosphere was nice. you and damon also engaged in your own quiet conversation every now and then, and you were starting to like it every time he’d flash you his award winning smile… until justin would smile at you from across the table. in those moments, you knew who your heart truly belonged to.

a few times during dinner the conversations would ebb off, or the input from chloe and damon would stop, leaving only you and justin talking to each other.

the waitress brought your food and you all began dining, while still chatting here and there about work and sports and things of that nature. the waitress came back around a bit later to take plates and your dessert orders. the men continued to talk while you and chloe ordered, with you asking for cheesecake and chloe ordering a fudgy brownie.

something damon said reminded justin of something he needed to tell you, and he turned his attention toward you quickly.

“y/n, i was meaning to tell you that my uncle had some students interested in trying to make a car run on vegetable oil.” you laughed at his statement before giving your input.

“so what, they want to install a second fuel tank i’m assuming? so the vehicle can run on diesel til it’s hot enough and then they’ll switch to the oil?” you ask. “yeah exactly. i thought it sounded pretty cool.” justin smiles. “sounds like a waste of time to me.” you say amusedly. justin tilts his head and gives you a questioning glance.

“it’s totally not a waste of time. if they can figure out how to do it, it’ll be pretty sick.” he disagrees. damon glances between you before chiming in. “i think it’d be pretty cool too!” he agrees with justin.

“do you know how many times they’d have to filter the oil before they could even use it? and they’d have to make sure to install a solenoid valve to switch between two fuel tanks. too much work.” you say, crossing your arms and looking back and forth between both men. chloe says nothing, you assume she has no idea what any of you are talking about.

you noticed damon checking the time on his phone before sliding it back into his pocket and rejoining your conversation, but mostly listening to you and justin bicker.

“it totally reminded me of that 70s show though, you know? when hyde says ‘there’s this car…. and it runs on water, man!’” justin laughs, doing a pretty decent impression of the character.

“i just feel like making modifications to your car so it could run off vegetable oil is a waste of time.” you say, leaning back slightly in your chair. justin’s girlfriend looks between the two of you with an odd look on her face, only breaking focus when she sees the waitress approaching again.

“here’s the double chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream,” she says, placing the plate in front of chloe, “and here are the slices of raspberry cheesecake.”

she places the plate in front of you and damon is quick to grab it, sliding his piece of cheesecake onto one of the extra serving plates. chloe picks her fork up excitedly, slicing into the brownie and taking a small bite. her eyes roll as she tastes it, the richness of the chocolate has to be delectable. you watch as she cuts another small bite, this time more toward the center of the brownie where you can see it has small pieces of walnut in it.

she reaches over to cup justin’s jaw, squeezing a bit to get him to open his mouth so she can feed it to him. you ignore the slightly jealous feeling bubbling in your stomach as she brings it closer to his mouth, but you can’t get your words out. justin looks at her with a puzzled expression. he hadn’t been paying attention to her or what she ordered, so he has no idea what she’s about to feed him.

as if on instinct, your hand shot across the table and closed around her wrist, stopping her from feeding him. “s-sorry.. uh, justin is allergic to walnuts.” you say, lowering your gaze so you don’t make eye contact with her. she lets go of his jaw and he shrugs sheepishly.

“sorry baby.” she tells him, eating the bite for herself. “it’s okay.” justin replies. his eyes find yours for a fleeting moment, nervous energy is shared between you. damon watches the entire ordeal silently, passing glances between the three of you as he eats his dessert.

you pick up your fork and take a bite too, and the tartness of the raspberry dances across your tongue in a pleasant way. justin was right with his recommendation, this restaurant truly is amazing. damon and justin begin conversing again, and you stay quiet as you eat, listening attentively.

chloe chimes in a few times, earning laughs from both men with her unintentional humor. you slide the last bite of cheesecake on your fork and bring it to your lips, ready to enjoy it, when suddenly your fork is plucked from your hand. you look up to find justin eating the last bite straight off of your fork. yours.

while you’re on a double date. with other people.

your gaze quickly flips from justin to chloe and then to damon as you try to gauge their expressions. damon doesn’t seem to notice or care as he continues talking about football, and justin nods along with what damon is saying as if this ordeal was the most normal thing that has ever happened.

sure, you and justin are close enough to eat off each others forks and sometimes even drink from the same cup or can, but the fact that he did it on a double date baffled you. neither of the men at the table seemed to be giving it a second thought, but when your gaze shifts to chloe you can tell she’s perturbed in some way. her eyes are slightly squinted as she looks you up and and down, and then her gaze shifts to justin as she does the same to him.

you continue to sit quietly at the table, listening to the men talk. chloe stays quiet, too. the tension between the two of you feels almost palpable.

you would never want to come between her and justin, even if you did have feelings for him throughout all these years.

the rest of the time spent in the restaurant went by in a blur. eventually damon and justin stopped talking, realizing that you and chloe hadn’t shared a word, and they mutually decided that dinner should be over.

damon and justin split the checks and pay before each of you stand from the table to leave. when you make it outside you suck in a deep breath of the fresh air, you’ve felt like you were suffocating for the last fifteen minutes. all of you say goodbye to each other before you get into damon’s car, and chloe into justin’s.

the drive back to your house is quiet. you’re anxious, your throat feels tight and you know your cheeks must be incredibly pink. damon hasn’t even glanced at you and you’re afraid to say a word because if you do you’ll start crying.

he finally pulls into your drive and parks the car before looking at you for the first time since you left the restaurant. you wring your hands together before looking back at him, expecting the worst.

“that was fun, justin is a really nice guy.” his voice is genuine as he speaks to you, but you’re prepared for where this is going. “he loves you, y/n.”

you look at him with bewilderment as he continues speaking. you want to say something, but he holds up a finger to tell you to wait. “before you start with the whole ‘he doesn’t feel that way about me’ spiel, he does. i saw how you looked at each other all night. he doesn’t look at her like that.”

tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes as he speaks, and you turn your gaze from his so he won’t see. “you love each other, y/n. it’s okay. i had fun, i’m glad i met you.” he says, reaching over the console to grab your hand. he gives it a gentle squeeze and you look back up at him as he smiles at you. “i would like to be your friend, if that’s okay.”

“yeah, we can stay friends, of course.” you tell him. he lets go of your hand and gets out of the car, circling around to get your door and walk you up the front steps. before you can walk up damon pulls you in for a hug, which you reluctantly accept.

“it was nice meeting and going out with you, y/n. don’t be a stranger!” he says, and then he lets you go and gets back into his car, driving off down the street.

you let yourself in the house and lock the door behind you before collapsing on the couch. you don’t have the energy to move, to take off your shoes, or to even be worried about your makeup.

you just sit there, and you cry. you cry for all the lost time, if it is true and he does love you. and if damon’s wrong, and you do take the time to tell justin how you feel and he rejects you… well, you should go ahead and cry for that too. you cry for the only boy you’ve ever loved.

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justin buckles his seatbelt and holds his foot down on the brake before backing out of his parking spot at the restaurant, ready to get home and into more comfortable clothing. chloe sits beside him silent, like she did for most of the dinner.

he spares a glance her way and notices her posture is rigid, her lips are pressed into a tight, thin line. justin reaches over to grasp her hand but she flinches away from his touch.

“are you okay?” he asks her, his tone concerned. “i’m okay. can you take me to my house, please?” she asks. her voice sounds small, she sounds upset.

“of course.” justin agrees. they hadn’t been dating long enough to make the steps to move in together, but chloe frequented his house often as long as he was home. he thought it was a bit strange that she wanted to go home, but he waited to question it.

when he pulled in her driveway and parked she was quick to jump out of the car and make her way inside. justin turned the car off and pocketed the keys before following chloe inside.

“um, is everything okay?” he asked, stepping into the living room. “no. we need to talk.” chloe said, sitting down on the couch. justin sat next to her and place a reassuring hand on her knee as he waited for her to speak.

“i think we should break up.”

justin is taken aback by her confession, but he doesn’t speak. he waits to hear her out. “i really like you, justin. and i think you like me. but you don’t love me. and you never will, because you love someone else.”

“what?” he asks, his tone incredulous. “you love y/n, justin. you know it, i know it, everyone on the planet knows it… except for her. i think you’re both idiots.” chloe smiles softly.

justin looks around the room nervously, waiting for chloe to speak again. “you’re both idiots because what you’ve been looking for has been in front of you the whole time. it was obvious you two should have been on a date. you both carried the conversation, you were doing silly impressions to make her laugh… you look at her like she’s your most prized possession, justin.”

he takes a deep breath before looking at chloe and finally speaking. “i’m sorry.” is all he’s able to mutter out.

“you don’t need to apologize. i’ll admit, i was upset at first. but on the drive i thought about it, and i just want you to be happy. and i figured someone needed to tell you that girl loves you, because if the two of you have been friends this long and you haven’t figured it out, i’m afraid you never will.” she laughs. “and god, i didn’t even know you were allergic to walnuts.”

justin laughs too before reaching over and pulling chloe into him for a hug. “thank you for telling me all that… and i am sorry. i really am.”

“it’s okay, justin. just get the girl, okay?” she says, shooing him out the door. he waves goodbye before walking off to his car and heading home.

when he arrives home he sits in the driveway pondering… did you really love him back? and if you have, how long? and what was he going to do?

he thinks of all the time he’s lost out on if it’s true, and you do love him back. he’d supressed the feelings for as long as he could remember because he never knew he had a chance - he never thought he’d be the one for you. and if he wasn’t he knew it’d break him, but all he wanted was your happiness.

all he knew right now was that he loved you, that you were the only girl he’d ever loved.

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you don’t talk to justin for a week.

you’re afraid to. usually, he’s the first person you run to about anything, but since the subject matter is him, you feel like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. you spend the entire week sad, crying into your coffee or whatever dinner you’ve chosen to eat after work (usually cereal), and watching lifetime movies that are guaranteed to make you feel worse - they make the longing in your chest burn.

justin finally texts you on friday night, and you’re afraid to open it. you let it sit unread for half an hour before your phone starts ringing on the end table. it’s justin, you know it is, but you’re afraid to answer. you pick up your phone slowly and slide your thumb across the screen to answer the call.

“hello?” you sniffle, picking up a tissue to wipe your nose. “hey y/n, you okay?” justin asks.

“yeah, lifetime movie, sorry. what’s up?”

“just wanted to see if you wanna come over and hangout? i haven’t heard from you all week, i miss you.” he says. you miss him too. but are you ready to see him after what happened?

against your better judgment, you agree to go over. after all, he is your best friend. if anyone can get you feeling better, it’s justin. you hang up the call and slide on your slippers before grabbing your keys and phone and heading over to his house.

you didn’t bother changing, you didn’t care what you looked like in front of him. he’d seen you sick as a dog before, he even held your hair when you puked a few times, so he could handle seeing you in an old ratty tshirt and sweatpants that were a few sizes too big.

there’s also no way he could ever judge you for having greasy hair.

you make the quick drive to his place and you almost panic and leave before calming yourself down and walking to the front door. it’s just justin. this is no big deal.

you knock twice but you know he already knows you’re there, and he swings the door open quickly before pulling you into a tight hug. physical affection is something you both enjoy, and you’ve missed him. you wrap your arms tightly around him and squeeze back.

justin laughs as he looks down at you. “sometimes i forget how small you are.”

“or maybe you’re sasquatch.” you say, giving him a shove. he lets go and steps aside so you can get in the door, and you waste no time in sliding your slippers off plopping down on his couch. you notice his house seems a little… different, but you can’t put your finger on it.

justin closes the door and makes his way over to you, acting like he’s going to sit on your lap. “don’t even think about it.” you tell him, bringing your legs up to your chest. he sits next to you and leans into your side.

“how was your week?” he asks you innocently. “it was horrible.” you reply. you share the most miniscule details with him when he tries pressing you further, because you’re too afraid to tell him what’s really wrong. justin listens intently either way, hoping to find something he can do to make you feel better.

“well how’s it been with damon?” he finally asks, and you freeze. justin moves so he can lay his head on your lap, and he straightens out your legs before doing so. your hand naturally finds its way into his hair, your nails raking along his scalp soothingly. he shudders.

“damon um… well. he didn’t wanna go on another date. it wasn’t because he didn’t like me, though. he just said… he could tell u didn’t like him.”

justin hums softly. “interesting.” he says.

“what’s interesting?” you ask him. “chloe broke up with me.”

“WHAT?” you shout, startling him a bit. “sorry… i mean, what? why? i thought you guys really liked each other?”

“well, she liked me a lot. and i liked her but… i don’t love her. she really helped me realize a lot of feelings i had that i’d been holding back.” he turns his head to look up at you and smiles and - oh. oh.

the look he’s giving you seems to be full of pure adoration, pure love. and you realize that he always looks at you like this.

tears start to form in your eyes again and justin sits up, this time pulling you into his lap. “you okay?” he asks, soothingly rubbing his hand over your back.

that’s why it seemed different - all her stuff was gone.

“i don’t know. what’s happening here?” you ask him, burying your face in his neck. “chloe helped me realize that i love you, y/n. i always knew it, deep down. but… i don’t know. i never really thought you felt the same.”

“damon said the same to me. that he could, um, tell we loved each other. are we just stupid?” you ask him, pulling away from his neck to look in his eyes.

“apparently two idiots in love.” he says. his hand finds the back of your hair and smooths over it softly before he pulls you into his neck again, crushing you in another hug.

“so where do we go from here?” you ask, enjoying his embrace. “i guess forward.” he jokes, poking at your sides. “together, of course, if you want that. as a couple.”

you can’t help the giddy feeling bubbling up inside you as he speaks. of course you want that, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. “i love you, justin.” you finally say, and being able to tell him to his face is like a dream come true. “i love you back.” he says softly. you meet his gaze once again and he looks nervous, but you aren’t sure why.

“what’s wrong?” you ask him sweetly. you softly touch his cheek, smoothing over it with your thumb. he doesn’t say another word, but he leans in and kisses you.

you feel dizzy, your heart is pounding incredibly hard against your chest. justin is over the moon too. your lips begin moving in sync, neither of you able to catch a decent breath as you devour each other hungrily. justin's hands find your waist and he pulls you into him further, and your arms circle around his neck.

he pulls away for a second before jumping right back in, awkwardly bumping his nose against yours. you both laugh before kissing again. this is truly what euphoria feels like. you don’t know how long you both sit there taking each other apart, whether it’s minutes, hours or days.

what matters is it’s happening. finally.

your hands trail down his biceps as he continues kissing you, leaving a trail from the corner of your mouth down to the exposed column of your throat. your breath hitches when his lips meet one of your most sensitive spots, right where your neck meets your shoulder. “you okay?” he says, sounding concerned.

“i’m nervous.” you whisper. his gaze is soft as he looks at you, half smile spreading across his face. “it’s okay,” he whispers back, “we don’t have to take this any further until you’re ready.”

you hug him again and kiss his cheek softly. “i want to. i’m just nervous.”

“there’s no reason to be afraid.” he assures you. “do you wanna…” he starts, cocking his head to the side and motioning toward the direction of his bedroom. you nod a simple yes.

he stands with you and leads you down the hall to his room, although you know very well where it is. you’ve spent countless nights here cuddled up with him.

he twists the knob slowly and pushes the door open before guiding you inside, and meeting your lips with his again. the kiss is soft and gentle, and he walks you back toward his bed without breaking contact. once you’ve reached the side of the bed he pulls away and reaches behind himself with one arm, grabbing his shirt and yanking it over his head in one swift motion.

uou hop up onto his bed and get cozy against the pillows as he crawls onto the bed too, leaning over you. you rake your nails over the planes of his chest as he presses a kiss to your forehead. his fingertips find the hem of your sweater and his gaze meets yours, waiting for your approval. you nod, and he slides both hands under it before lifting it over your head.

you’re wearing a simple white bra, but justin is looking at you like you’ve just descended down from heaven. you know he won’t ask you to take it off so you let what little bit of confidence you have flowing through your veins take over, and you quickly reach behind you to unclasp it.

justin sucks in a deep breath at the sight of you. you’re easily the most breathtaking woman he’s ever seen in his life, you have been since he first laid eyes on you… but seeing you like this… he feels like he’s died and made it to the afterlife.

you don’t hide your gawking either, his toned body has always been something you’ve enjoyed staring at whether he noticed it or not. “you’re so beautiful,” justin tells you, leaning in to capture your lips again. as he crawls over your body you can feel his length through his sweatpants, it lays hard and heavy over your leg. you shudder at the thought of it.

justin’s hands slide up your torso and he caresses your breasts softly before tweaking both of your nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. you arch upward into him and your body is covered in gooseflesh as you await his touch again.

you’ve never felt such pleasure and satisfaction in your life, and he’s only barely started. you’re sure that you’ve soaked through your panties and sweatpants at this point. he continues to grab at your chest as he kisses you and you moan out his name softly, causing him to rut against your leg. he needs you just as much as you need him, you can tell.

“justin, i’m ready. i want you.” you tell him, breaking away from his kiss to look into his eyes. he smiles down at you and raises his eyebrow, making sure one more time. “i’m ready.” you promise him. his hands grab the waistband of your sweatpants before pulling them down your legs quickly, along with your panties.

he pulls his off next and your mouth falls open, gawking at the sight in front of you. sure… justin was 6’6, everything about him was big… but holy shit. he is huge.

he smiles at you nervously before reassuring you, “it’ll be okay, i won’t hurt you. i swear.” you almost think you could faint at how cute and sexy he his. you tell him you don’t need any prep but he won’t allow it, and he uses the pad of his thumb to circle your clit quickly as he enters two fingers into you to work you open.

after a few minutes you’re ready, you can’t take anymore and you’re practically begging him to fuck you. he blushes at the sound of your moans, but his chest fills with pride knowing he’s making you feel so good. he pulls his fingers from your soaking heat slowly before wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes. you let him situate your body how he needs to and he ends up with your ankles right at his shoulders as he prepares to push into you.

he’s lucky you’re flexible. his lips find yours again as he pushes in and your thankful because his kisses swallow your gasps. he moves slowly, inch by inch until he’s fully seated, and he waits a few minutes before moving so he doesn’t hurt you. when he finally pulls out and pushes back in, he moans loudly at how amazing you feel around him. you moan too, you’ve never felt so full in your life - and you’ve never felt so fulfilled either.

he moves to kiss you again and bumps his nose against yours again sweetly as his hands find yours and he tangles your fingers together. his movements are calculated, slow and methodical as he takes you apart, and unravels you in the very best way.

the room is filled with soft moans and labored breaths and the sounds of you kissing each other anywhere your lips can find. it doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak and tears prick at your eyes when you do. this is all you’ve ever wanted, and it’s beautiful, it’s magical. justin feels the same.

you warn him that you’re close and he tells you it’s okay, you can let go for him. “cum for me, it’s okay. i love you, y/n.” and that’s all it takes. his admission of love knocks you straight over the edge and into the thrashing waters, your orgasm taking over your whole body. he cums soon after, his body enjoying the feeling of you squeezing him as he rides out his high.

when he pulls out of you he stand quickly, running off to his bathroom to grab a warm wet towel to clean you both up. he didn’t bother asking if you were on the pill, he already knows every aspect of your life anyway.

justin cleans all your sensitive areas with the warm rag before wiping himself off and sliding back into bed with you, pulling the covers over your bodies.

“that was amazing.” you admit.

“yeah it was. you know how long we could’ve been doing that?” he laughs, and you giggle too. “i love you.” you tell him. “i love you too, so much. can i tell you something stupidly embarrassing, though?” he asks, and you roll over to face him. “oh god, what justin?”

“remember after we graduated, right after you turned eighteen and we had that pool party?”

“yeah, i remember.” you say. it was one of your fondest memories, actually. “that little yellow bikini you wore… i just thought i should admit to you now that i thought about you in that so much when i was jerking it that i thought my dick would fall off.”

both of you erupt in laughter, the admission funny and embarrassing, although endearing too. “that’s okay, remember right before we went to college and you were teaching me how to drive but you kept getting frustrated and yelling at me? i thought that was the hottest i’d ever seen you.” you say. he pulls you into his chest and kisses you softly.

“you’re getting me all worked up again, baby,” he laughs, kissing at your cheek toward your ear. “looks like we’re gonna have to go for round two.”

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JJK Men - Love or Be Loved?

In which we explore whether the JJK men prefer loving or being loved!

Ask box is open! Please feel free to request!

Feat. Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kamo Choso, Fushiguro Toji, and Ryomen Sukuna!

Nanami Kento

Mr. Nanami "Husband Material" Kento

Take one look at this man and tell me he wouldn't move heaven and earth for his S/O!

I think he has seen so much pain in the world through his work as a sorcerer and as an office worker at a suspicious company

He always puts others ahead of himself, we can see it a lot through his interactions with Yuji where he simply does not let Yuji handle things himself because Yuji is literally just a kid

(Nanami is the only one with common sense btw. Like WHYYYY ARE WE SENDING TEENAGERS TO FIGHT LITERAL NIGHTMARE MONSTERS.)

I think that his sense of responsibility plays a big part in him preferring to be on the giving end of all the loving

"I'm responsible for you now" is his love language if that makes sense.

He expresses his care for others by looking after them!

Gojo Satoru

Both

Are you kidding?

Gojo "Loverboy" Satoru

Gojo grew up obviously very neglected and objectified.

Even in modern Jujutsu society, people saw him as nothing more than a weapon!!!

I think that he would love to love on his S/O relentlessly

It gets kinda embarrassing sometimes

Would unironically do that one scene from Descendants where the prince confesses his undying love for Mal in the most public, musical, fantastical, sparkly way

But he means it in the best possible way <3

HOWEVER

it does things to him to be loved genuinely and wholly for him, not for his titles or powers

It would definitely be a healing experience for him

Because then suddenly he feels like a part of him that was missing is returned

So yeah Gojo would go either way. Mutually assured loving all around

Geto Suguru

Being Loved

Wow you're telling me the mass murderer cult leader wants adoration? No shit

But I digress

Apart from the glaringly obvious reasons, he, like Nanami, has seen the harsh realities of the world through the eyes of a sorcerer

However as we have most certainly observed this man has a power trip problem

If I hear him say "monkeys" one more time I'm reporting him for a hate crime

I think at his core Geto craves recognition and appreciation for all the sacrifices he and his loved ones have made for others

So he most certainly enjoys being loved on by his S/O more than anything else

Can we put him in therapy? Maybe enroll him in a DEI course? Please?

Kamo Choso

Ooooooooh this is hard

Because on one hand:

It is quite literally in Choso's nature to love

We see it with his brothers and how deeply he cares

Therefore it would make sense that he would show lots of love to his S/O!!!

BUT

I think that once Choso gets a taste of being loved on, he'll start following his S/O with big sad eyes until he gets a kiss or a hug or a touch on the shoulder

Choso is still learning the intricacies of being human and the concept of being cared for in such a way might really impact him

So I come to the conclusion that Choso prefers loving his S/O because it's what comes most naturally (and he's a big sweetheart) (ignore all the destruction he caused in Shibuya he's a changed man) but also loved to be loved on

He's similar to Gojo in this way but what sets them apart is that while Gojo is much more upfront about wanting affection, Choso will silently follow his S/O around like a shadow with big sad eyes until they notice what he needs

Fushiguro Toji

Ironically? I think he likes to do the loving

Like don't get me wrong

He's broke

He's an assassin

He has a gambling problem

(isn't he dreamy?)

But he comes off to me as someone who prefers to be the one showing love

Partially because he's not quite sure how to act when he's being loved on

But I think he loves from a distance. He doesn't want his loved ones to be hurt or subjected to the more intense bits of his work

Even if that distant loving ultimately drives them away from him

He would prefer it like that than putting anyone he loves in harm's way

Ryomen Sukuna

"I understand love, and I say to you love is worthless." -Sukuna Ryomen

Okay pack it up post is over please like comment and reblog

Okay well hypothetically...

He would very much prefer to be the one receiving all the love

Bro terrorized Heian Era Japan and demanded sacrifices as if he were a god

No way he expects anything less than unshakeable devotion and admiration from his S/O

Bro is a walking Red Flag and he likes his lovers colorblind

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