Requested by Anonymous with Prompt #45 "I bought a few new pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?” from my Smut Prompt List
Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Female Reader
Genre: Smut
Characters: Eddie, Y/N
Description: After a tough shift at the station, Y/N wants to surprise Eddie with something special to help him relax.
The front door clicks shut behind Eddie, the heavy thud of his boots echoing through the hallway as he drops his gear. You can hear the exhaustion in his sigh, the sound of a man who has spent twelve hours pushing his body and mind to the limit. You’re waiting in the bedroom, the lights dimmed to a warm, golden glow, your heart hammering against your ribs in anticipation.
You aren't wearing your usual oversized t-shirt. Instead, you’re draped in a sheer, black lace teddy that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The fabric clings to your curves, the lace scratching lightly against your nipples, which are already hard and peaking through the thin material.
When the bedroom door opens, Eddie stops dead in his tracks. His eyes, usually so focused and disciplined, glaze over with immediate, raw hunger. He doesn't say a word; he just stares, his gaze travelling slowly from your toes, up your thighs, lingering on the swell of your hips, and finally locking onto your eyes.
You lean back against the dresser, arching your back to push your chest forward. A playful smile tugs at your lips.
“I bought a few new pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?” you purr, your voice dropping an octave.
Eddie doesn't answer with words. He moves with a sudden, predatory speed, crossing the room in three long strides. He grabs your waist, his large hands digging into your skin, and slams you back against the dresser. The impact makes you gasp, but the sound is swallowed by his mouth crashing onto yours. He tastes like coffee and desperation, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a possessive force that tells you exactly how much he wants you.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to growl against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. "Forget the other pieces. This one is more than enough."
His hand slides down, bypassing the lace to find the wet heat between your legs. He lets out a low groan when he feels how soaked you already are, his fingers sliding deep inside you with one smooth motion. You cry out, your head snapping back, your fingers clawing at his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Eddie pulls back just an inch, his eyes dark and blown out. He reaches down, unbuckling his belt with a frantic haste, his cock already straining against the fabric of his uniform pants. He rips his zipper down, freeing his thick, pulsing length. It’s heavy and hot, throbbing with a need that matches your own.
He lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, the lace of the teddy riding up to your waist. He doesn't waste time with foreplay; he aligns the head of his cock with your opening and thrusts upward in one powerful motion.
You scream into his neck as he fills you completely, stretching you wide. The sensation is overwhelming, a blunt force of pleasure that makes your toes curl. Eddie groans, a guttural sound from the back of his throat, as he begins to hammer into you. Each thrust is deep and punishing, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, wet slap.
He grips your ass, lifting you higher to get a deeper angle, driving himself into your womb. You can feel every vein, every inch of him sliding in and out of your tight pussy. You're shaking, your walls clamping down on him, milking him with every stroke.
"You're so fucking tight," he rasps, his voice strained. He shifts his grip, one hand moving up to squeeze your breast, his thumb rubbing harshly over your nipple through the lace.
The friction and the intensity build rapidly. You feel the orgasm building in your gut, a tight coil of tension that finally snaps. You wail, your internal muscles pulsing violently around him. The sensation triggers him instantly. Eddie lets out a choked shout, his body stiffening as he delivers three more devastating thrusts before unloading deep inside you.
You feel the hot, thick jets of his cum filling you, pulsing against your cervix. He collapses against you, his forehead resting against yours, both of you gasping for air, the only sound in the room the frantic beating of two hearts synchronised in the aftermath.
Description: After Y/N moves in next door to Eddie Diaz, a strong attraction and growing friendship quickly develop between them, leading to a passionate night and an honest confession of deep feelings.
Moving into the neighbourhood was supposed to be a fresh start, but you didn’t expect it to turn into a daily exercise in temptation. From the moment you met Eddie Diaz, the air between you felt charged. He was rugged, with a kind smile and eyes that seemed to see right through you.
Your friendship grew quickly over the first week. You’d share coffee on the porch or help each other with yard work. Buck, Eddie’s best friend and fellow firefighter, didn’t waste any time making his observations known. Whenever you walked by, Buck would nudge Eddie with a grin, whispering loudly enough for you to hear, "Damn, Eddie, you've got some seriously sexy neighbours."
Eddie would usually roll his eyes or huff, but you noticed the way he looked at you when Buck wasn't looking. His gaze would linger on the curve of your hips or the swell of your breasts, a hunger in his eyes that he tried desperately to mask with politeness. He found you breathtaking, but it was your sweetness - the way you laughed at his jokes and how genuinely you cared for his son, Christopher - that really started to pull him under.
Chris adored you instantly. You were the cool, kind neighbour who actually listened to him, and Eddie loved seeing that spark of happiness in his son’s eyes.
One afternoon, Eddie was tidying up the living room when he glanced out the window. He froze. Through the glass, he had a direct line of sight into your bedroom. You were in the middle of changing, your back to him. He saw you slide your shirt off, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of your back and the lace of your bra. He knew he should look away - he knew it was wrong - but he was paralysed. He watched as you reached back to unhook the bra, the garment falling away to reveal your breasts. He swallowed hard, his cock stirring instantly in his pants as he watched the way your body moved. He couldn't take his eyes off you until you finally pulled on a fresh top, leaving him breathless and aching.
That evening, there was a knock at his door. When he opened it, you were standing there, looking radiant.
"Hey," you smiled. "I know Chris isn't home; he mentioned he was heading to his abuela's for the night."
Eddie cleared his throat; the image of you naked still burned into his mind. "Yeah, he is. Come on in."
The tension was thick as you shared dinner. Every time your hands brushed, or your eyes met, a jolt of electricity shot through him. After eating, you moved to the couch to watch a movie, sitting just close enough that he could smell your perfume.
As the credits began to roll, you leaned in, your voice a sultry whisper. "So, Eddie... do you like the view?"
Eddie stiffened, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew exactly what you were referring to. He felt a wave of nervousness wash over him, fearing he’d been caught. "I... uh... I need some water," he stammered, excusing himself and standing up abruptly.
But before he could take a step, you reached out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him back down. In one fluid motion, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your thighs gripped his waist, and you could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against you through his trousers.
"I did it on purpose, Eddie," you murmured, your eyes locking onto his. "I knew you were watching."
Eddie groaned, his resolve shattering. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking gently. He let out a low growl, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you harder against his heat.
The makeout session became frantic. Your tongues clashed, tasting of wine and desperation. Eddie’s hands wandered everywhere, kneading your breasts through your shirt, his thumbs flicking over your nipples until you were whimpering into his mouth. He wanted you—he had wanted you since the day you moved in.
You pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You slid off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. With steady fingers, you unzipped his fly and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and pulsing, leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip.
Eddie gasped, his head hitting the back of the couch as you leaned in. You swirled your tongue around the head before taking him deep into your throat. You sucked him with a rhythmic intensity, your eyes looking up at him, watching his face contort with pleasure. Eddie gripped your hair, his hips thrusting instinctively into your mouth. "Fuck, you're so good," he choked out, his voice raw.
He couldn't take the torture for long. He pulled you up, stripping your clothes off with hurried, shaking hands until you were both naked. He laid you back on the couch, his eyes devouring your body. He didn't waste a second, positioning himself between your legs and sliding home in one deep, powerful thrust.
You screamed his name, your legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper. The friction was electric, the feeling of him filling you completely sending waves of pleasure through your core. Eddie groaned, his pace picking up, his chest heaving as he hammered into you. Every thrust was a confession of how much he’d wanted this.
"You're so tight... so fucking perfect," he groaned, his voice a guttural rasp.
He flipped you over, pulling your ass up as he entered you from behind. The angle allowed him to hit your g-spot with every plunge. You arched your back, your fingers digging into the couch cushions as he fucked you relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your loud moans and his heavy breathing.
As the climax built, Eddie reached around to rub your clit, his fingers working in tandem with his cock. The double stimulation pushed you over the edge. You cried out, your internal muscles clamping tight around him as you peaked. The sensation triggered his own release; Eddie let out a loud shout, thrusting one last time as he filled you with hot, thick cum.
Afterwards, the world felt quiet and soft. He carried you into the bedroom, and you both collapsed into the sheets, limbs tangled together. Eddie pulled the duvet over you, cuddling you close to his chest, his heartbeat slowing down against your ear.
You sighed, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "I have to tell you something," you whispered. "At first, I just thought you were incredibly attractive. But after getting to know you... I've fallen for you hard, Eddie."
Eddie tightened his grip on you, kissing the top of your head. "I feel the same way. I've been losing my mind over you."
He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a tender smile. "So... since we're officially more than neighbours now... would you let me take you on a real date?"
You beamed, leaning in for a sweet, lingering kiss. "I'd love to."
Requested by Anonymous using the Uniform Kink and Prompt #8: "What would people do if they knew you were such a slut for me?" from my Kink and Smut Prompt List.
Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Female Reader
Genre: Smut
Characters: Eddie, Y/N
Description: One afternoon, Y/N’s fascination with Eddie's firefighter gear turns into a heated moment between them at home.
The sound of the front door clicking shut echoes through the quiet house, but you aren’t looking at Eddie’s face. Your eyes are glued to the heavy, rugged fabric of his LAFD turnout gear. He’s still half-dressed, the thick trousers clinging to his muscular thighs, the boots heavy and imposing. He looks powerful, authoritative, and completely intoxicating.
You’ve always had a weakness for the uniform, but with Eddie, it’s a visceral hunger. The way the gear frames his broad shoulders and the scent of smoke and sweat that clings to him acts like an aphrodisiac, stripping away your inhibitions the moment he steps inside.
Eddie notices the way you’re staring—the dilated pupils, the shallow breaths, the way your gaze lingers on the belt and the heavy material. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He knows exactly what it does to you. He doesn't move to take the gear off; instead, he leans back against the door, crossing his arms, letting you soak in the sight of him.
"Like what you see?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in your chest.
You don't answer with words. You move toward him, your hands trembling slightly as you reach out to touch the rough fabric of his trousers. You slide your palms down his thighs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the heavy material. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the adrenaline of his shift still humming in his veins.
Eddie lets out a sharp exhale, his hand coming up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him. The contrast is staggering—the soft curve of your body pressed against the rigid, unyielding texture of his uniform. You moan into his neck, inhaling the scent of him, your hips instinctively grinding against the bulge already forming in his pants.
"You're so desperate for me when I'm wearing this, aren't you?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
He doesn't wait for an answer. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist, the heavy fabric of his gear scratching against your inner thighs. He carries you toward the living room, never breaking the kiss, his tongue sweeping through your mouth with a possessive hunger.
He drops you onto the sofa, but he stays standing for a moment, looming over you. He slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, but he leaves the heavy trousers on, knowing that the sight of his bare chest contrasted with the uniform below is exactly what you want.
You reach for him, pulling him down, your fingers fumbling with the fastenings of his pants. You want him out, but you want the uniform there, a reminder of the man who saves lives and the man who is about to ruin you. As you finally free his thick, pulsing cock, it springs out, hot and demanding.
Eddie groans, sliding himself between your legs. He doesn't go in immediately; instead, he rubs the head of his cock against your soaking wet slit, teasing you, making you arch your back and beg. He watches your face, the sheer lust written in every line of your expression.
He leans down, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dropping to a dangerous, mocking velvet.
“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”
The words send a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. You gasp, your fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform, pulling him closer. "I don't care," you whimper. "Just fuck me, Eddie. Please."
He doesn't hold back. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you completely. You scream into the quiet of the room, your walls clamping tight around him. The friction is intense, the pace relentless. Every time he slams into you, the heavy material of his gear rubs against your skin, adding a layer of sensory overload that pushes you closer to the edge.
Eddie is relentless, his movements rhythmic and primal. He grips your hips, his fingers bruising your skin, anchoring you as he drives himself into you over and over. You can hear the rhythmic thud of his boots against the floor, the sound of your wetness slapping against his thighs, and the heavy, laboured breathing of a man completely consumed by you.
"Look at me," he commands.
You open your eyes, seeing the intensity in his gaze, the raw desire. He’s not the polished firefighter right now; he’s a man claiming what is his. You reach down, grabbing the fabric of his trousers, pulling him even deeper, wanting every inch of him.
The tension builds until it's unbearable. Your internal muscles pulse, squeezing him tight, and Eddie lets out a guttural growl. He accelerates, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more desperate. You feel the orgasm crashing over you in waves, your entire body shaking as you climax, your walls milking him with every contraction.
Eddie follows moments later, a loud groan escaping him as he spills his warm cum deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapses on top of you, his heavy gear pinning you to the sofa, the weight of him feeling like a sanctuary.
As the silence returns to the room, he kisses your forehead, his voice returning to that soft, affectionate tone, though the smirk remains.
"Good girl," he whispers. "Now, help me get the rest of this gear off."
eddie gets stopped on the street one time by a tiktoker with a microphone and they ask him "who's the hottest man alive?" and eddie's all i'm straight sorry and the tiktoker is like so? and eddie goes 😊 oh okay 😊 my best friend buck 😊 and then walks away with a little skip in his step
Summary: Chris is invited with the 118 to Denny's birthday party and he has a great time, until things start to overwhelm him. Then a meltdown ensues.
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A smile lit up Christopher's face and he reached his arms out towards his dad, pointing up at the present that Eddie was just about to get out the boot of the truck.
"Be careful then," Eddie handed the present down to Chris, guessing that he wasn't going to be using his crutches today by the look of things.
He grinned madly and took the rather light box that rattled whenever it moved. Chris had taken the liberty to pick some dinosaur wrapping paper and he had stuck the large green bow on top of the present after he watched his mum expertly wrap it up ready for Denny. And Chris wanted to be the one to carry it in and give it to his friend on his birthday.
Hen had asked all of the team if they wanted to come over for Denny's birthday party today. She knew Chris would panic if there were a lot of other kids here who he didn't know and because Denny was very set on Chris coming along, they only invited two of his close friends from school. Chris knew everyone at the squad so he was comfortable around them and he knew Athena's son Harry who he was also comfortable around.
It was a close knit party which is just what everybody wanted and needed and Chris had been excited about this for the past three days since he found out they were coming here.
"Remember, don't tell him what the present is," (Y/n) kissed the top of Chris's head as the three of them set on a slow walk up the drive towards Hen's house. The last time Chris went to a friend's birthday, he had been very excited to give the present over but he accidentally told his friend Andrew what they had bought him. Andrew didn't care, he had laughed and still looked surprised when he opened the gift, but it was a gift and it was always nice to have a surprise present.
She felt Eddie's arm loop around her waist as they approached the door and he gently grabbed Chris's shoulder after he knocked on the door. Chris had a tendancy to try and walk in houses without or straight after knocking, he didn't quite grasp the part about waiting to be invited in. He thought it was like with his own home or his grandparents house, he could go straight in and the door would be unlocked and people would welcome him in.
"Hi! Denny will be thrilled you're all here, come in." Karen opened the door, a wide smile on her face as she ushered them inside. "Everyone's out in the garden."
They followed Karen down to the kitchen and out the back door where the noise level raised and the chaos ensued.
There were a lot of balloons tied around the fence, to the few tables outside and placed around the garden with weights to keep them from floating off into space. A banner of Happy Birthday was pinned against the fence on the right side of the garden above the buffet table.
(Y/n) could see something that would grab Chris's attention towards the back of the garden. A paddling pool. Chris was very sensory and he loved the swimming pool, if they weren't careful he would be straight in there in his clothes and they wouldn't be able to get him out. And next to the pool was a sandbox that was usually closed up but today was wide open with spades and buckets and a signpost that (Y/n) couldn't read from this far away.
They didn't get very far before Denny spotted them and it was heartwarming to see his bright smile when he realised Chris had finally arrived. Chris was the person he was desperate to be around and play with.
"You're here!" He bounded over to them, almost stumbling when Chris pushed the present out towards him with a cheesy grin and his eyes almost closed.
"Happy birthday,"
"Thank you," Denny carefully took the present and looked up at his mum who nodded and took it from him so it could be put with the rest of the presents inside for him to open later.
"It's lego."
"Chris!" Eddie tilted his head back and brought his hand up to rub his eyes, trying to smother his groan with a laugh. He knew it. He just knew Chris wouldn't be able to contain the excitement and keep the surprise. When it was his own birthday, Chris loved surprises and opening presents but for anyone else, he had a fixation on telling them what it was.
Leaning back, Chris pushed his shoulders back into Eddie's legs and tilted his head back, giggling up at his dad as he bit down on his thumb.
"Come on, mum's gonna open the scavenger hunt," Denny took Chris's hand and walked slow enough so they could trot side by side towards Hen, Harry and two other friends from school. They were all stood near the sandbox that made Chris's eyes light up.
"Scavenger hunt?" Eddie tucked his free hand into his back pocket as he and (Y/n) followed Karen over to where Athena, Bobby, Chimney and Maddie were all sat with drinks and the radio blasting music.
"Hen's buried sweets and little fidget toys in the sandbox. They'll have to dig around for buried treasure. And Buck, being the big kid that he is, has decided to help supervise them." Karen gestured to the drinks table near the rest of the team so they could help themselves to something. All of them knew that Buck would be the one to join in the games and the fun with the kids. He was a child at heart, a kid trapped in an adult's body. It was why all the kids were drawn to him and loved him playing around with them.
"One sec," Leaning over, Eddie kissed (Y/n)'s temple before he jogged towards the sand box where the kids were all eagerly looking round. They were waiting to be told when they could get in and start digging as Hen was going through the rules of the treasure hunt. "Buck,"
"Yeah?"
"Can you keep an eye on Chris while he's in there?" He pointed towards the sand, already feeling the unease washing through him.
"Don't worry, I know where all the treasure is," Buck winked and clapped his hands, he wasn't getting what Eddie meant.
"No… he's got pica and sand is sensory, he'll try and eat it if you don't watch him. It's a different texture."
Chris had been diagnosed with Pica when he was three, it was a condition that meant he would try and taste, eat or just put random things in his mouth that weren't food. He understood he couldn't eat things like sand or mud or paper but they were so sensory that he couldn't help putting them in his mouth. Chris did it for the texture, not to try and eat them or because he was hungry or desperate. It was a fixation, a sensory feeling, putting things in his mouth was Chris's way of getting a sensory fix and feeling textures.
Eddie had had a lot of arguments with Chris's last school when they didn't watch him closely and Chris started to eat the sand and either made himself sick or it came out in his nappies as a child. It wasn't safe or nice for him and he had to be watched.
When he was five (Y/n) had been doing the washing and Chris came up behind her and stuffed a handful of wash powder in his mouth because it felt grainy and fluffy and itchy. It was a bi sensory feel in his hand and he automatically put it in his mouth, then threw it up.
"I'll watch him." Buck grinned and nodded as if it was no big deal or nothing new and it made Eddie relax. The team never seemed surprised or shocked or put off when they learned about Chris's conditions, especially Buck. He took it all in his stride and he strived to make Chris comfortable and understood and help him however he could.
When Hen said the boys could start digging, Buck reached down and picked Chris up and sat him down in the left corner of the sandbox, right near a bag of sweets he knew Hen had buried there. She had planted enough so that each kid could get at least two mini bags of sweets or a little fidget toy.
"Find me some treasure," He whispered to Chris as he kneeled down on the grass beside him with Hen a few feet away, watching the other four kids.
With a smile, Chris tucked his left hand down into the sand and spread his fingers, curling his fingers to his palm and spreading them again to move the sand and get the sensory feel. He held the dark blue plastic spade tight in his other hand and started to pat and scrape at the sand until a mini pack of Haribos was uncovered.
"Uncle Buck's treasure," He giggled and tossed the pack onto Buck's lap, grinning when he turned to look over at his parents.
He could see Eddie giving him a thumbs up and (Y/n) smiled at him from where she was sat on Eddie's lap.
Tilting forward, Chris dropped the spade and rolled until he was laid on his stomach on the sand with his legs kicking out behind him. He burrowed his hands down into the sand, grabbed fistfuls and pulled his hands back up. He watched, fascinated, as the sand fell through his fingers like droplets of rain.
He grabbed some more sand and tipped his head down until his chin was perched on a mountain of sand. His lips parted in a cheeky smile and he locked eyes with Buck just as he poked his tongue over his lower lip towards the sand.
"Ah-ah, your dad told me what you're like. If you wanna try something, try a sweet." Buck held a sweet out towards Chris who kept laughing but took the bribe anyway.
(Y/n) tilted her head back on Eddie's shoulder, nuzzling her face into his neck as she looped an arm around the back of his neck while her free hand held her cup of juice. She crossed one leg over the other, trying hard to focus on the conversation but she couldn't keep track. All she could focus on was Eddie's hand that had drifted up beneath the hem of her dress and kept gliding higher and higher up her thigh.
And when she looked over his shoulder every now and then, she could see Buck laughing at Chris who was spraying sand everywhere along with Harry. It looked like all the boys had found the buried treasure they had been digging for.
"Alright, who's up for musical statues?" Hen gave a sceptical look around the team who were all sat chatting and watching the kids have their fun in the sand box.
"I'll control the music," Bobby tapped the radio that was sat next to him and caught the CD that Hen expertly tossed over to him. He wasn't so good at musical statues but he could be fair and impartial with the music and turn it on and off for the kids.
"Up, up up you lot. You can all join in,"
A few groans rumbled past their lips but all of them got up and moved towards the centre of the garden as the boys hurried over. Chris stood so he was facing both parents, stood near to Denny who was clapping and smiling in anticipation. And (Y/n) shared a look with Eddie, they both knew Chris wasn't very good at this game and he probably wouldn't try to play, he would just go along with the music.
"Okay, when the music stops, you all freeze. Anyone still moving when it stops is out. Off you go," Karen stood in front of them all, playing the role of referee as Bobby started the music.
As predicted, Chris seemed to switch off to the rules and what was happening and he went into his zone with the music.
The CD was a new pop chart with all the latest music and it was Chris's sort of thing. He held his arms out at his sides and started to shake his hands, a new stimming technique he had picked up recently. He didn't exactly move his legs or his feet but he swayed and rocked back and forth very rapidly like he was being blown about by the wind.
Every few seconds, Chris did a quick round of clapping before he went back to shaking his hands and laughing. This was his sort of party game. It wasn't often that other people danced with him and when he looked up and saw his mum and dad dancing, it made him squeal. Whenever he clapped, his mum rose her hands in the air and clapped with him and he could see his dad mumbling along to the lyrics while his hands were on (Y/n)'s hips.
Maddie and Chimney stood near them, waving their arms up and down and bending down to shimmy and sway along to the beat like they were doing a new dance routine they had memorised.
Buck was dancing with the boys and Hen, and Athena and Harry were towards the back clapping and swaying about to the beat.
As soon as Bobby paused the music, almost everyone stopped.
(Y/n) kept her arms high in the air and tried to tense her elbows so she didn't move or waver. She could feel Eddie's chest pressed up into her back and his fingertips squeezed into her hips as he tried to stay perfectly still behind her. But when both their eyes moved to lock onto their son, they grinned.
Chris was still rocking. He had his eyes snapped closed, his thumb between his teeth morphing his grin and he was almost violently going back and forth as his other hand was stimming and shaking at his side. He didn't quite grasp the rules and he didn't want to stop, he just wanted to dance and move about and have everyone laughing and dancing along with him.
"Chim, you're arm moved. You're out."
"Damn," He stomped his foot into the ground before he moved over towards Bobby to sit with a drink and watch the game plan out.
Karen looked between Chris and his parents for a second, a bright smile on her lips as she turned to check everyone else before Bobby pressed play. They couldn't tell Chris to stop dancing and sit out, he was having too much fun and he wasn't trying to play a game or win the game. He could keep dancing away and rocking in the corner, they would continue the game around him.
The music continued for a little while, Bobby timed it just right to stop the music when Harry and Athena were in the middle of their jam session and both of them wobbled on their feet before stumbling two or three paces.
They were out.
Right as the music stopped for a third time, Buck was in the middle of his dance, one leg up in the air and his arms out at his sides. (Y/n) gasped, holding her arms out when he stumbled on his back foot and fell towards her. His arms swung out, grabbing (Y/n)'s shoulder and taking her down like a domino. She slipped and felt her back knock into Eddie's legs, swiping them from under him so that he went down with them.
"I'm afraid you're all out now," Karen leaned over them with a grin and (Y/n) sighed dramatically, flopping her head onto her husband's chest.
With a manic laugh, Chris finally stopped dancing and trotted forwards until he could slump down onto Buck's chest.
"You lost Buck,"
"Have you had enough, baby?" (Y/n) tilted her head to the side as she looked up at Chris when he walked over to them.
All the boys had been sat very close to the buffet table in case they wanted seconds. They had been sat in a big circle on the grass to have their dinner while the rest of the 118 were in the chairs near the radio, finishing off their food.
(Y/n) knew Chris was a fussy eater and if he looked at the buffet, there would be too much choice for him and he wouldn't be able to choose anything, it would overwhelm him. So she had gone along the table, picking out a few tiny bits that she knew he would definitely eat and grabbed the pack of crisps from her bag she brought. He was particular on what kind and brand he would eat.
"Finished," He whispered quietly, handing over the plate so she could see he had eaten at least half of what she had put on the plate, and all the crisps she gave him.
"Good boy," (Y/n) put the plate down on the grass next to her and opened her arms so he could sit between her legs. She was sat down between Eddie's legs, her head resting on his thigh and his legs squeezing her sides lovingly. Every now and then he kept leaning down to kiss her head or card his fingers through her hair.
She curved her arms around his middle and pressed her lips to the top of Chris's head, swaying them side to side between Eddie's legs.
"You okay?" (Y/n) whispered quietly into his hair when she noticed his hands that had come up to hold her arm were twitching. He was trying to stim, he didn't usually do that when he was having a cuddle.
"Hm,"
"Mum said we can go in the pool, are you coming?" Denny hovered by the side of them, a hopeful look on his face that brightened even more when Chris grinned. He had been waiting for them to say he could jump in the pool ever since he noticed it.
"Yeah… mummy?"
Chris turned around in (Y/n)'s arms and lifted his arms towards her so she got the silent message. She smiled down at him and gently lifted his top over his head and put it down next to her bag that had all of his things in.
"You can go in your shorts baby, I've got spare clothes in the bag," (Y/n) didn't see the point in Chris taking off his shorts and sitting in his underwear when he could just get them wet and change into the spare outfit she had packed for emergencies or food disasters.
With a lasting look towards his parents, Chris swiped off his glasses and dropped them onto Eddie's lap before Denny took his hand and they headed towards the paddling pool. Eddie rolled his eyes and hung the glasses around his neck to keep them safe. The last time Chris had put them down and forgot about them, Eddie had sat on them and broke them. He wasn't making that mistake again.
Chris flopped into the water like a penguin sliding off the ice and the moment he was sat up in the water, he threw his arms out and splashed the water until it was spraying around him and bubbles started to appear between his fingers. He wasn't expecting it to be so cold but the shivers it caused and the way it made his legs jerk had him in fits of giggles.
When one of the other boys jumped into the pool rather close to him, Chris shuffled back until he was in his own little corner of the pool. He smiled when Denny handed him one of the spades from the sandbox so he could splash properly and flick the water up.
He shovelled up the water and started to stim, flicking his wrist so the water sprinkled slowly over the edges of the shovel and rained down onto his legs.
As soon as another boy started to skid and jump around the pool, Chris turned to the left so his side was pressed up into the plastic edge of the pool and he was facing away from them.
They were starting to become rowdy.
They were laughing and babbling too fast for Chris to understand what they were talking about and he didn't really want to know either. He wanted to listen to the CD playing over near his parents but even the songs sounded much too fast. It sounded like they had been sped up and the volume wasn't loud enough, he wanted it louder to drown out the sound of everything else.
He could hear beer bottles clinking together and a lot of gruff laughter and one of the boys he didn't know was shouting along to the music, ruining the song for Chris.
Chris tipped his head down and started to rock back and forth, trying to concentrate on the music he could barely hear over the loudness of everything else. His fingers tightened around the spade and his blurry eyes moved until he could see a bright green balloon a few feet from the pool.
Hen had blown up some normal balloons and put them around the garden in case the boys wanted to play with them or play throw and catch or kick them around. Chris liked balloons, he liked it when his dad would play don't let the balloon touch the floor with him and they would jump up on the sofa to hit the balloons around.
Someone popped one.
Lurching forward, (Y/n) felt Eddie's hand tighten on her shoulder and she turned around between his legs. She leaned her arms up on his thigh and pushed up between his thighs as his arm moved around her shoulders as he turned to look behind him over at the pool.
Chris didn't like loud bangs, especially not balloons popping.
"Boys, be careful please-"
"Christopher no!" (Y/n) thrust her drink out towards Buck who was sat next to Eddie before she stumbled to get up and hurry over to the pool.
As soon as another balloon popped, Chris screamed. He started to slam the spade down into the water causing waves to roll around his legs and water to sprinkle up around him. He whacked the spade down so fast and repeatedly that he started to hit himself in the knee and the thigh but he didn't care. Another scream left his lips as his eyes screwed shut and he bashed back and forth, waving his hands out at his sides.
"Baby I'm here, mummy's here it's alright. Give it to me," Reaching the pool, (Y/n) knelt down beside the edge and reached over to try and grab the spade off him, he was making his legs blotchy red and sore.
His scream pierced through her ears and when she grabbed his hand, he jerked his arm back and accidentally smacked the spade against her neck. (Y/n) leaned back, swallowing a hiss because she knew Chris didn't realise he had caught her, his eyes were still shut tight.
She pulled it out of his hand and tossed it out the way on the grass before she tried to wrap her arms around him and calm him down. She didn't want him to have a full meltdown here, not when he'd been having such a good day so far and enjoying himself. He rested his forehead against her shoulder, but only for a second before he started to thrash his head into her arm and moved his hands to scratch his nails up and down his arms.
"Come on,"
"NO!" He kept rocking back and forth and moved to kick his legs out when (Y/n) tried to pick him up.
He couldn't keep having a meltdown in the pool, (Y/n) had to get him inside so he was somewhere quieter, safer and secluded so no one could see. It wasn't fair for everyone to see him like this and it was Denny's party. But (Y/n) could already hear the music had been turned off and everyone was as quiet as a mouse. No one moved closer and all the boys got out the pool but stayed close in case there was something they could do to help.
None of the boys, or even the team, had ever seen Chris get overstimulated and go into a meltdown before.
"Eddie…" (Y/n) looked up at him with pleading eyes as her husband hurried over beside her and leaned over the pool.
"One, two, three." They carefully took an arm each and stood up, pulling Chris out of the pool and lowered him down onto the grass. "Good lad," Eddie muttered when Denny silently handed him a towel.
Eddie knelt down beside Chris and held both Chris's wrists out in front of him with one hand while he draped the towel around him with the other. Once it was tight around his body, he let go of Chris's hands so he couldn't scratch himself anymore. As soon as it was around him, (Y/n) picked him up and got to her feet. She shivered at feeling Chris scream into her neck and she could feel his nails puncturing into her back from how tightly he was clinging to her but she didn't care.
Her eyes stayed on the ground as she tried to be quick, rushing from the pool towards the house to get him inside and away from the party.
"I'm sorry, I think it's an overload, he's had too much stimulation," Eddie looked at Hen with an apologetic smile while he leaned down to grab (Y/n)'s bag so he could take it to her.
"Don't be sorry, he's not done anything wrong."
"You can turn the music back on and carry on, don't let this spoil their fun. Once he's calmed down he'll be fine." It wouldn't be fair on Denny and the boys if they kept the music off and effectively stopped the party. They were all having fun and the party wasn't over yet, they could go back to their games.
This was normal for Chris and it didn't mean anyone had done anything wrong. He had too much stimulation with the sand, the games and the water and then all the different noises and music. He needed a quiet zone to calm back down and go to normal again.
Slinging the bag on his shoulder, Eddie tried to smile at them all and waited for Bobby to turn the radio back on before he headed over to go in the kitchen where (Y/n) had gone.
"Shh, alright baby, mummy's here."
(Y/n) leaned her back up against the kitchen cupboard and bent her knees out to the sides to accomodate Chris who was curled up between her thighs. He burrowed his face into her stomach and kept his hands pressed tightly over his ears. His knees were bunched up to his stomach, the towel was wrapped around around him and (Y/n) was slowly swaying them from side to side.
"Daddy's back, look," Her hand rubbed up and down Chris's arm and she tried to nudge him to look over at Eddie who knelt down in front of them.
He rummaged around in the bag until he managed to find the dark green headphones tucked away in there. They were large oval headphones that were noise-cancelling for emergencies like this. If they were out in public and the music or the voices were too loud and overwhelming, they could slip these on Chris and he would calm down and wouldn't have to leave.
Eddie carefully nudged Chris's hands away and put the headphones on him before he tilted his chin up so he could kiss his forehead.
He dug back into the bag and found the purple dinosaur crammed at the bottom. The moment he held it out towards Chris, his eyes stopped darting from side to side and he gingerly took the teddy, pulling it into his slightly damp chest and binding his arms around it.
"There we go, all better." Eddie shuffled around from his knees to sit down on the floor just in front of them.
He spread his legs out around either side of (Y/n), caging her thighs between his and he looped his hands under her legs and lifted them up. He gave a small tug and pulled her closer until her legs were hooked around his waist and Chris was curled up between them. Chris moved down so his head was on (Y/n)'s thigh, arms still bound to his teddy and his legs splayed out over Eddie's thigh.
The shaking subsided quickly with (Y/n)'s fingers running through his hair and Eddie's hand smoothing up and down his arm, coaxing him into a rather sleepy state. He had exhausted himself.
Reaching out, (Y/n) curled her fingers around Eddie's hand, smiling up at him until he closed the gap between them and pecked her lips.
"Hey, how we doin' in here?" Hen held the door halfway open and leaned in, smiling gently down at the couple. When she peered her head a bit closer, she could see that Chris had his eyes closed and his thumb pressed between his lips. He was falling asleep.
"We're good, looks like we'll be heading home though." Eddie hadn't expected them to stay for hours today, he knew at some point Chris would either be too tired to stay or he would get fidgety and irritated and want to go home. They hadn't been expecting a meltdown, but at least it was over and he had tired himself out. They would have to suffer another bad mood later when they woke him up for his tea and bath but he would certainly be in bed earlier tonight.
"Are the boys okay?" (Y/n) tilted her head back and looked up at Hen, she felt bad for them, especially Denny, it was his party and he had to see Chris have a meltdown for the first time.
"Please, they're hyped up on cake sliding in and out of the pool. Everything's fine as long as Chris is alright. Denny's really enjoyed spending time with him."
Chris had had a good day, they would just have to be a bit more cautious next time.
Buddie cnc with Buck overstimulating Eddie and he's begging Buck to stop because it's too much and it hurts and he's sobbing and he's been coming dry for the last few orgasms and his head is so fuzzy nothing feels real anymore but he loves it so he doesn't safeword out and Buck just grins and happily ignores his protests and continues to torture him with pleasure because he still can't believe he gets to have Eddie like this and he will never stop showing his love and appreciation
